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Feysand Growing up HC

-What if Rhys and Feyre were raised in Velaris together?

-Being economically successful, Feyre’s father is close friends with the High Lord. Both  their respective wife and mate have children around the same time. 

-The Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son are practically raised in unison.

-They nap together. They take their first steps together. They’re potty-trained together. They share toys as toddlers. They finger paint together. They take naps together. They take lessons from Rhys’s mother. Basically, they live together. 

-When they’re 3 months old, they’re sharing a crib and boom the bond clicks. Though, not so boom because they’re babies and they don’t feel it.

- Their parents don’t know because the only thing they notice is that their kids are now sleeping right next to each other. 

-They become an iconic childhood duo.

-The one thing everyone wonders, though, as the two run down the Rainbow, is “When is their mate bond gonna snap?”

-Feyre and Rhys can’t tell, they just believe that this is what a best friend is supposed to be like, since Rhys’s parents are their only mate example.

-When Rhys starts to learn how to fly, Feyre is pissed. Her dialogue for two weeks is a relentless stream of “This is not fair.” “Why do you get to fly?” “You’re not even grateful, you prick.” “I want to fly.” “Why can’t you take me with you?”

-Rhys, being a child, sticks his tongue out at her.

-Momma Rhys watches from the kitchen. Once Feyre storms out, she calls to Rhys, “You are not my boy if you don’t go out of your way to take a female in your life flying.”

-Momma trains her son real quick in the art of carrying someone else while flying. 

-The dispute is solved.

-After years of the best childhood ever, Rhys’s mom declares that she’s raising her son as an Illyrian. 

-Feyre and Rhys say their goodbyes, and when he’s finally gone it hurts

-They both write it off as distance from their best friend. 

-For a few years, they remain pen pals. 

-”Remember that savage, Cassian? We are starting to get along.” 

-”My sister Nesta is becoming almost intolerable now. I miss your mom.”

-”My mother says hello. She misses you too. We have a new addition in our home. His name’s Azriel. He’s very quiet.”

-”I wish you could come and take me flying.”

 -Slowly, they piddle out until one of these letters becomes the last.

-Feyre’s family loses their status, not to the starving devastation of ACOTAR, but enough so that they fall out with the High Lord. 

-Rhys finds comfort in Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Feyre becomes a recluse, until the tale of the Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son becomes an obsolete story.

-Feyre and Rhys try romantic relationships with others, but they always fall short. 

-Years later, after the blood rite, Rhys returns from the camps.

-A large party is thrown in his honor, and neither looks for one another.  But, like a compass that always points North, somehow the two find each other. 

-It’s as if they were spinning in circles for years, stumbling, trying to recover, until they smile at each other. 

-The looks hits hard, only comparable to the instant when the world seems rightside-up again after all that turning. 

-It’s a night like no other. Years have passed, but they recognize each other. Conversion is easy. They don’t sleep, talking all night. 

-When he leaves again and the pain that faded all those years ago becomes incredibly strong once more, they know. 

-Rhys doesn’t even question his duties before he hauls ass back to Velaris letting the tug in his chest drag him through the city. 

-She sits alone at a café, slowly nursing a tea to ignore the ache growing in her chest. 

-No thoughts pass through his mind as he dives down and collides at full force with the street outside the little fence that surrounds the café patio. 

-A large cloud of dust forms. People scream and hide. Chaos ensues for fear of attack.

-Feyre stands calmly, throws a leg over the fence, and walks into the cloud. 

-Rhys looks around like a wildcat for her.

-She sees him. She loses her breath. A cataclysmic force runs through both of them as the bond snaps fully at their eye contact. 

-”There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

-They’re in each other’s arms. They’re flying. They’re laughing. They’re kissing because oh gods it makes sense. All the years, the friendship, the pain. It makes sense. 

-”I can’t believe it,” Rhys says, breathless in-between kisses, “it was you. All this time it was you.”

-More kissing, sloppy kisses as they grin like fools. 

-”I’m glad it’s you,” Feyre whispers.

-He leans his forehead on hers. “Me, too. Darling. Me, too.”

Tarot Tip: Inverse Cards

It took me a while to get the meaning of Inverse cards.  

What is an inverse/inverted card?
This is when you flip the card over and the picture is upside down. Inverted cards have their own meaning that is usually quite different than the rightside up version. 

I heard it means the opposite
Well, no, not exactly. Some people may interpret them this way, but I find it more accurate that it means that the intent/meaning/symbolism of that card is either Repressed, or Excessive. 

You are struggling with this concept/idea.  It’s not coming as easily, or causing a battle within yourself. 
Example: if right side up the card has to do with creativity and imagination, you may be struggling with your creative juices when the card is reversed. 

This is when the card’s meaning has gotten excessive, gone to an extreme, or become toxic. There must be Balance in all things, and when things become excessive, they ultimately become destructive.  Continuing with the example of a card to do with creativity and imagination - perhaps your imagination has run away with you.  Or you are neglecting necessary responsibilities in pursuit of creative outlet. 

How do I know which is which?
Your intuition should be able to tell you pretty quickly if you are struggling to manifest the concepts in the card, or if they have been taken to an unhealthy extreme. 

Protip: Pay special attention when there are inverse cards involving relationships.  Relationships can become toxic far too easily and your intuition may be warning you of a situation or relationship that needs to be brought back into a healthy balance. It is easy for us to let our emotions run away with us. Use your intuition and the cards to help you maintain healthy situations, and when something becomes toxic or unhealthy - take steps to resolve it or walk away if it cannot be resolved. 

We'll Be Okay (Barry Allen X Reader) (Smut)

Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader
Word Count: 5,736
Prompt: “Today was the first family gathering I’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin (niece, in my fic) that absolutely adored you asked where you were and I had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures I took of you to feel okay again¨
For: myself lmaooo
Author’s Note: this is EXPLICIT!! contains (pretty poorly written) smut!! don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that!!

You fidgeted anxiously with the sleeves of your sweater, mentally begging your family to understand that Barry wasn’t coming.

Luckily for you, they seemed to get the message when after ten minutes had passed, you remained alone (Barry was never more than ten minutes late, and since he hadn’t shown up yet…well, they knew what that meant).

Unluckily for you, one member of your family didn’t seem to get the memo.

“__y/n__! __y/n__!” Your youngest niece, Maddie, tugged at the hem of your shirt until you picked her up, settling her on your hip.

“What’s up, munchkin?” You asked, trying to press a kiss to her nose and frowning when she pulled away from you. She wrinkled her eyebrows at you and peered over your shoulder.

“Where’s Bawwy?”

Your mind went blank. What were you supposed to tell her? “He broke up with me, you’re probably never gonna see him again” would break her little heart.

“He, uh, couldn’t make it today.” You offered up reluctantly.

Her lower lip quivered as she pouted. “But Bawwy never misses my birthday!”

“I know, honeybun, I’m sorry. He had work stuff to deal with today.” A total lie.

She looked like she was about to cry for a moment, and you panicked internally. If she started crying, there was not a doubt in your mind that you would cry too. And you really didn’t feel like breaking down in front of your family members, not today, of all days.

You hadn’t wanted to come today, it would’ve been your five year anniversary with Barry, but your sister had begged you to come, for Maddie’s sake.

“Can I spend the night with you and Bawwy this weekend?” She asked hopefully, and you didn’t know what to say.

Barry had moved out of your apartment two months ago, after he told you that he had to “get away from you”. He didn’t even give you a reason aside from that, and instead gave you one last, lingering kiss before gathering up his stuff and leaving the apartment.

You didn’t go to work for the next week, unable to do anything but wallow in your misery. Barry, the love of your life, the man you were so sure you were going to marry, had broken up with you without a second thought.

“Of course you can, sweetie!” Fuckfuckfuck, that was not what you meant to say.

“Yay! Thank you, auntie!” She squealed excitedly and scrambled out of your arms, running over to her mom and telling her the good news.

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Convergence 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Part 1 Chapter 14 - Part 2 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19-1 Chapter 19-2 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

A/N: Bucky versus Loki. Enjoy.

“We slept together.”

Bucky became still at my side as the thought of Loki fucking his pregnant girlfriend played before his eyes. He felt the bile rising in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down. “Did you do it to get back at me for sleeping with Nat?

Wait, what?

First the kiss now this.

“You slept with Natasha?” I squeaked.

What came next wasn’t anger but pure rage. He flew out of the room with one thought on his mind.

“Bucky!” I bellowed. “Stop!”

But there was no coming back as his thoughts were no longer his. The winter soldier lunges for Loki and both came crashing to the ground. “You slept with my pregnant girlfriend.” He shouted. Loki changed into me as if to quell Bucky’s anger, but he didn’t realize that empathy wasn’t programmed into the soldier’s nature, he was out for the kill, he wrapped his strong arm around Loki’s neck and began to squeeze.

“Bucky.” Loki says in my voice, but the soldier squeezed harder.

The group rushes into the room and seeing me in Bucky’s grip caused the scene to become more chaotic.

“Buck are you crazy. Let her go!” Steve screamed rushing towards us.

“That’s not Bucky.” I sobbed.

Sam lets out a high pitch scream. “What kind of sorcery is this?” He exclaimed looking at me and then at the version of me Bucky had pinned to the floor.

Do you see this?” Bruce asked Tony as they gazed at the tablet screen that held images of the inside of Bucky’s brain.

“Wanda didn’t trigger the soldier. His anger is the trigger, she only heightened it when she was in his head.”

“This is unbelievable.” Bruce gaped at the electrical charges that were transforming before his eyes.

“Looks like we have another hulk in our midst.”

Bruce laughed uneasily.

Bucky picked Loki up by the throat and tossed him into the coffee table that shattered. Bucky’s left arm activates and he readied himself for the attack. Thor burst into the room catching Bucky by the arm as he launched himself at Loki, stopping him in mid-air. This gave Loki enough time to prepare as a burst of energy sent Bucky flying through the open balcony doors face first. Bucky spits tasting the metallic tinge of his blood that flowed from his inner cheek. Loki didn’t want to fight Bucky, he promised he wouldn’t kill him and seeing the rage in Bucky’s eyes made it hard for him to keep his promise because Bucky’s only aim was to kill him, so he did what any other God would do. Another force of energy sent Bucky flying towards the waterfall, his arm grabs ahold of the tree breaking off a huge chunk as his legs dangled from the edge, Bucky pulled himself rightside up as the group rushed outdoors.

Mjolnir hits Loki in the back and he falls to the floor hard, “brother, stop.” Thor commands.

“I did not sleep with her.” Loki snarls.

His words fell on deaf ears, Bucky aims his arm at Loki and the bullet ricocheted off Steve’s shield that landed protectively over Loki.

“Buck!” Steve shouted.

Thor reaches for Mjolnir and it jumps back into his hand. Loki stands and with Steve’s shield as his shield, he charges Bucky, whose feet were slipping as he got pushed to the edge. Bucky’s hand to hand combat training took over and the shield clatters to the ground as he sent Loki flying over the edge.

A hand grabs Bucky’s foot and pulls him until he too fell into the shadowy abyss below.

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Noah Schnapp is Purer Than Anything Ever

  • He has really pretty eyes. They’re so expressive and piercing. It’s really one of the big things that makes his characters. I feel like my soul is being cleansed just by him looking right at the camera.
  • “The Upside Down.” “THE RIGHTSIDE UP”
  • He likes Kinky Boots. He probably listens to Panic!at the Disco.
    • Which makes sense and explain why his eyes are the size of the moon.
  • In a smoker voice, doing an air-guitar, when asked to imitate Finn
    • “yyyyeah doing guitars…chillin’..long hair…”
    • And basically capturing the Punk!Richie Tozier aesthetic
  • Someone write a Strangers Thing Fanfic where nothing bad happens to anyone but Will is afraid of vacuums.

cookiekiller02  asked:

Hi~ I just wanted to request RFA + V and Saeran react to meeting a really smol and chubby MC who is really self concious and insecure for the first time. Thakyooooo so much! /*** hugs

a smol and cute MC huh? sounds familiar…

SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO TIME: i’ve written one about a Chubby MC so please check it out!!


  • this bubbling ball of pure joy does not understand why MC seems so uncomfortable after seeing him
  • was it his hair? was it shirt smelly? DID HE FORGET TO ZIP UP HIS FLY?!
  • he’s like low key checking himself while MC is just over there tugging nervously at her sleeves
  • it was bad cuz MC shied away from him everytime he tried to hold her hand
  • I thought this was a date??? am I going too fast or???
  • his mind was wondering to just about a million places
  • “MC, are you.. okay?”
  • “Uhm, yea, it’s just that I’m a little.. a bit..”
  • ohh now he got it
  • “It’s okay, MC, no need to feel insecure. I love you for you and also, if you’re ever worry about your height, just remember that I’m missing a few inches too so.. I’m actually kinda glad that you’re small, it also makes you 200x cuter than any other girl too” ^-^


  • your flirtatious boy did not know when to stop
  • flirting left, flirting right, flirting upside down, flirting rightside up; anywhere, really.
  • it was no wonder MC felt a little uncomfortable - not to mention his heavenly good looks and tall, muscular structure
  • so when MC was acting real timid and insecure, Zen did the most logical thing he could think of
  • and that was
  • to lift up MC bridal style and proceed to announce his love for her in public


  • this girl right here IS THE REAL MVP
  • straight up the moment she sees MC she’s like 
  • “MC, don’t feel awkward or insecure, you’re amazing the way you are - take my word for it.”
  • have you ever seen eyes so full of happiness
  • MC might have been bawling idunno you decide
  • but let’s just say that the date was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING
  • Jaehee was so understanding 
  • whenever MC felt out of place or uncomfortable Jaehee would take her hand and walk them out of the situation just. like. that.
  • there was so much pride??? so much love??? it was just floating freely through the air 
  • it was impossible not to be grateful to her


  • have you ever SEEN A MAN MORE DENSE
  • like no offense to mistatrustfundkid but like??
  • excuse me sir yes hi MC is very shy around you and won’t put on that very revealing dress you bought her because she insecure
  • can you tell that i’m mad because i’m very much so
  • “MC, why won’t you wear any of the dresses I’ve bought you? I’m sure you love them.”
  • MC:
  • lookie lookie this man needs help - desperately
  • so FINALLY when he gets hit by a truckload of “hints” from everyone on the messenger
  • he apologizes
  • “I apologize for my insensitivity, please forgive me for my misunderstandings, however, I’d like to make it clear to you that there is no need to feel ‘insecure’ because I find you very appealing, actually. And it would be quite unfortunate if you were to change yourself based off of the unimportant opinions of others.”


  • it was time for ‘tickles until she forgets all the fear’ 
  • MC, at his mercy, promised that she would stop feeling bad about herself (in exchange for a break from the tickling)
  • that was his way of making her remember that he loved her for her, and that there was no need to feel uncomfortable or unhappy in her own body
  • whenever she brought it up - whether it be a simple “does this make me look fat?”
  • he’d raise his hands, threatening another tickle fest and she’d remember his punishment for doubting herself
  • it was a little inside joke that never ceased to make MC laugh 
  • trust me, this tactic worked magnificently


  • this boy was serious
  • seeing MC uncomfortable made him EVEN MORE awkward and quiet
  • he wanted to break the ice, but MC kept building a wall between them
  • so he decided that he was going to find out why
  • with determination, he grabbed MC by the shoulders and spun her around 
  • looking at her dead in the eye, he asked her
  • “MC, why are you trying to avoid me? Did I do something wrong? You have to tell me, or else I can’t fix it.”
  • “it’s not really you.. it’s more of just because I-”
  • no more words had to be said before he understood
  • in one swift motion, he pulled MC in for a tight hug, so tight she could barely breathe
  • “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way, but it’s okay. Okay? Everything is good.”
  • simple words with deep feelings within


  • he really really reeeally wanted to take pictures of MC on their first date
  • commemorative moments and such
  • but everytime he raised the camera, she’d turn away
  • maybe she was just camera shy?
  • “MC, don’t be so shy, can we at least take a picture together?”
  • “.. no.”
  • “Why not?”
  • “because”
  • “because?”
  • “n- nevermind.”
  • this simple conversation revealed more than MC had intended to
  • he was good a reading people and their thoughts so it was easy for him to understand
  • “It’s okay, MC, I won’t take pictures if you don’t want to. But if you’re feeling insecure, trust me when I say that there’s no need to. To me, you’re beautiful the way you are, and it’s only through these lens that I can capture the beauty that I see and prove to you my words are not said on a whim.”

WOOOW the cheesiness is realz

sorry if that made you cringe? hahaha ;A;

~Cherry L.

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To any stoner out there; reblog to help a fellow stoner:

Step 1: Put the weed in the grinder.
Step 2: Flip the grinder upside down, so the weed is on the bottom, keef collecter on top; then grind.
Step 3: Turn rightside up and open the chamber where the ground up weed is and place a coin inside. Once done, retighten with coin inside.
Step 4: Shake the grinder side to side, up and down, whichever you prefer for about one or two minutes
Step 5: Untighten both the ground up weed chamber and keef collecter and see your results.

(The keef picture is how much I have after only 1.5 G’s of weed and the picture with the quarter dollar shows how fine it makes the weed that isn’t small enough to be keef.)

Hanging Around

Requested: Yes
  Request: “Prompt 10 with Justin Foley or Jeff Atkins
Prompt #10: “Why are you upside down?” “Why are you rightside up?”

Pairing(s): Justin Foley x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Cursing

A/N: This is my first time posting on this account so aye lets get hyped

“Ok (Y/N) you can do this.” She inhaled deeply before exhaling,”You got this. It’s just a rope hanging from the ceiling.” (Y/N) jumped up and grabbed at the rope successfully hanging on. 

“Great now lets go to the top.”

She maneuvered her body on the rope, carefully climbing up the rope to reach the bell up top. “Almost there come on now!” 

Sweat started to form on her figure, making her grip a little bit slippery. As (Y/N) neared the bell, she reached for the string to ring it. Until the loud, class bell rang through the empty gym, startling her and making her let go. 

She screamed as she was falling, before her leg got caught in a knot as she neared the ground. (Y/N) hissed in pain as the rope tugged and rubbed against her skin. “God dammit!”

She watched, from her hanging view, students filing into the gym talking and shouting, not even noticing the girl. Except for the one and only Justin Foley. 

“Why are you upside down?” 

Her eyes focused on the blue orbs in front of her,”Oh I don’t know, hanging around? Why are you right side up?” He chuckled,”Just standing around.” They smiled at each other,”So you hang around here often.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes sarcastically,”Hahaha so funny. Do you mind helping me down before I pass out from all the blood thats rushing to my head?” His eyes widen before nodding frantically.

“After you help me get out of this why don’t you help the both of use and give me your number.”

-Admin Luna ☾

BTS Jungkook| Shadowhunter AU

This AU is based off of The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. I highly suggest that any of you who have not read this series pick up the first book The City of Bones as soon as possible! THIS IS NOT based off of the movie or Shadowhunters tv show, and any references to the subject matter of the series is true to what it is in the original books.

Word Count: 4100+


  • Young Shadowhunter Jeon Jungkook is the best Shadowhunter that the Clave has seen since the Great War.  Growing up, not a single one of the other Shadowhunter children similar to his age showed even a hint of as much skill when it came to wielding a weapon or in his demon studies.
  • He has even earned himself the title of the “Golden Nephilim” because he excelled in all areas of the field.
  • Though he is not the tallest or the biggest Shadowhunter he is certainly the most determined and competitive… (and he does have super wide shoulders but I digress),,,
  • once when they received their first runes he and another Shadowhunter at the Seoul Institute, Kim Taehyung, made a bet on who could kill the most demons in a week’s time.  Clearly Jungkook won by a long shot, but he hadn’t expected the other boy to come in at the end of the week with a still rather high number of kills.
  •   As the weeks went by Jungkook paid more attention to this boy Taehyung during lessons.  Out of the seven boys Taehyung was the first person to master wielding a two handed axe (not that using an axe was that effective when fighting demons or that Jungkook was far behind, in fact he had mastered the same weapon within only a matter of hours because of the fact that Taehyung proved to be better, but it was impressive to Jungkook nonetheless).
  • Jungkook never thought that he would want a Parabatai because he had always preferred to be a lone wolf, but as soon as he saw this boy kill a demon for the first time in front of him with nothing but his armor and his wits, Jungkook was in awe at the other Nephilim’s grace and swiftness when it came to smashing in the Kuri demon’s head, he knew that he wanted this boy to be his brother. 
  •  His Parabatai.  And with little convincing the other boy agreed to the partnership.  They were fourteen.
  • tbh Jungkook is kind of paranoid when it comes to things, and he always carries some kind of weapon on his person at all times.  even when he sleeps Jungkook keeps one hand on a dagger underneath his pillows.
  • , has several scars on his body from the many years of fighting demons.  The most notable is one on his cheek which he got from a conflict with a rather pesky Ravener when the demon’s tail caught a lucky hit on Jungkook’s face.
  • An adrenaline junkie and covers his body in agility and endurance marks.
  • , but rarely strength runes because he believes that a person’s strength shouldn’t be artificial and come from a rune, so he spends a significant part of his day working out his entire body to become just as strong as another Nephilim bearing a strength rune.
  • At this time I would like to describe in detail just how GOOD Jungkook looks in his Shadowhunter gear.
  • So first, his upper gear is fitted, so it hugs him in all the right places and it is sleeveless because there are more weapon sheaths on the inside under the shoulder blades so it serves as an easy access to reach those, but his shoulders are all out for the whole world to view and they look so strong and muscular.  
  •  , His arms are also super fine and his skin is covered vastly with all the runes and scars from all of his previous marks.
  • (Kim Taehyung is the best of the Shadowhunters in the Institute at drawing runes, and his are always the most powerful)
  • Doesn’t really care about trying to blend into mundane society and very, Very rarely attends mundane events unless he is there tracking a demon.
  • Like, his Parabatai Taehyung loves to sneak out of the Institute in the late hours of the night to go visit one of the many mundane night clubs and have a good time partying and blending in with the humans, and it isn’t just Taehyung that does it, he is often joined by Jimin and Hoseok (all other shadowhunters at the Seoul Institute).
  • Jungkook knows that he is always invited to those things, but he never has the interest in glamouring up to blend in with a bunch of fools who can’t even tell the difference between a Seelie Knight and a Pixie… so he stays at home, mostly doing some target practice (upside down of course, rightside up is too easy nowadays) or reading up on demon languages (that was the only subject he struggled in and is now even more determined to master as many demon languages as he can).
  • The only time he ever finds himself encountering mundanes is when he occasionally stops by to grab coffee from Starbucks on his way back to the Institute with Taehyung after a long day of tracking down (and killing) some demons.  They have coffee at the Institute but the coffee maker is kinda shit and doesn’t cut it anymore, and he likes the occasional frape so boohoo shoot him.
  • Now onto the fun part… YOU!
  • You were gifted with the sight, and you never knew that what you could see was different from other people until you were entering your later years of elementary school.  It was then that you pushed all those strange and amazing things that you could see to the back of your head, and you were able to actually forget about all those little sprite-looking-things you could see catching rides on people’s shoulders and backpacks, and how some people you passed on the street had antelope horns growing out of the top of their head.
  • The last thing you wanted to be seen as was crazy, especially in Korea where it is always best to try and follow along with the trends and not stand out because of the closed mindedness of some of the older generations.  Especially in the smaller towns.
  • You had gotten so good at pushing all these things back that you were able to walk right by a faerie or warlock on the street and not even register that they weren’t even human until you were back home that evening.
  • And you thought that maybe you would be able to have a normal life just ignoring all of these… things, but then on one of your first days at a University in the middle of Seoul you see a,,., demon for the first time.
  • You were looking out your window of your dorm and outside, across the street, you saw it.  A large, slimy looking creature with teeth the length of kitchen knives and legs short like an alligator.
  • Frozen, from the pure shock of the sight below you, you stayed quiet about the incident and didn’t tell a living soul about what you saw.  You knew that whatever you saw down there was evil, it was just a feeling like a chill shooting up through your spine, and that it was different from the other things you’ve seen.
  • See, demons tend to flock towards heavily populated areas and you had grown up way out in the countryside where there were very few people to bump into at all.  Demons usually didn’t care about those kinds of places and never even bothered to visit them.
  • Basically if there was light pollution, there were demons.
  • The next night you stay up to watch out your window and see if the creature shows it’s face again, and it isn’t long till you see it’s gross body crawl across the pavement.  This time you stay quiet and listen, even from several floors off the ground you can hear the deep grunts and snarls made by the thing below.
  • For the next few days you watch the creature pass by your small dorm building like clockwork, and you can’t help but wonder what it is doing.  The fear you had previously experienced still presided but there was now also something that left you curious about the odd monster. 
  • Never had you grown the courage to approach it though, something told you it was better to stay far away while it made its rounds.
  • One night you are looking out your window as usual when you notice something strange over the building across from yours,,, on the balcony right above where the creature passes is a glittery haze, something that you usually notice covering the beings that you sometimes pass.
  • However, nothing is there, and you are slumped.  Taking a closer look, you strain your eyes a little bit to see if you can look past the glamour, and you are about to give up when you finally see it.
  • Two young men, around your age, dressed head to toe in black and covered in swirled tattoos, are waiting on the fire escape.
  • Now that you can see the two men, it is impossible to unsee them.  They are more beautiful than any other man or boy alike that you have see before in your entire life.
  • Their faces are more angelic than you could have perceived as possible, completely clear skin with smooth noses and large eyes.  Their hair looks effortlessly flawless long and covering their foreheads.
  • You watch as they wait on the balcony, one of them focused on the sidewalk below with his arms rested on the iron railing, the other, more carefree and sitting atop of the railing, swinging one of his legs.
  • You can see the more focused one with a shiny sword sheathed across his back.
  • Normally, seeing a stranger with a particularly large weapon would be a good initiative for you to call the police, but there is something that tells you that the police won’t be able to stop these guys.  That whoever they are, they are above the police.
  • You are too distracted in watching the boys that you don’t see the grotesque creature start to make its way past your building, but the boys certainly notice.
  • The first one jumps down from the fire escape, nearly an entire twenty feet above the ground! and pulls out a long white blade similar to the one the other guy has, and aims it directly towards the monster.
  • For a second you think that this man is going to kill the creature just by dropping to the ground, but the monster’s reacts much faster than you thought possible with it’s awkwardly shaped body and hits the boy with it’s massive tall.
  • The Angel boy crashes into trash cans several feet away, and it takes a moment for him to stand up.
  • in that time the other boy, the darker haired one jumps down onto the monster’s back, two of the glowing white swords in hand he swings at the creature’s neck,,, right at that moment the monster bucks up and throws the boy in a similar direction as the other, however this time the boy lands on his feet.  Looking back at the monster his face is pure anger.
  • the darker haired boy sprints towards the monster with speed that you have never seen even an olympic athlete reach, right up to the creature and plunges his sword right into the thing’s skull (if it even had one).
  • What you see then is something that you can never forget.  The sword starts to glow, like it was just taken out of a forge and the metal was searing.  
  • The monster begins to shake violently like it was having a seizure for a few seconds and then, when the boy pulled out his weapon, stopped and turned to dust.
  • The thing TURNED TO D U S T.
  • It looked like one of those old vampire movies, when one of the vampires walked into the sunlight they disintegrated, except this wasn’t a movie, this was real and right in front of your window.
  • you’re stunned speechless, the only sound coming from you is your breathing and a low whistling noise.
  • Quickly, almost too quickly, the boys down below recollect themselves, the darker haired one checking up on his counterpart.
  • And it’s strange just how quickly they disappear away too fast and you wish that they would have stayed long enough for you to muster up the courage to say something.
  • Days,,, weeks pass by and you don’t see anymore monsters or any hint of the handsome boys in all black, but know you can’t help but see all of the things that you’ve tried so hard for so many years to forget.
  • Everyday it seems you see another person on your way to classes with purple skin or bat wings.  On your way home one night you pass by this alley and you’re pretty sure you saw fangs on one of the gang members hanging out inside.
  • There’s even a girl in your Literature class that has tiny purple and blue scales growing behind her ears.
  • All you want to do is talk to somebody about what you saw, what you’re seeing, but you remember back all those years ago about how everybody thought you were crazy and you were still just a little kid, now what would they say?  Would they even say anything or would they just throw you into the nearest nut house?
  • You figure if worst comes to worst you could always try and ask that girl in your lecture about all of this weirdness after all she sits only a few seats in front of you, 
  • , but it’s not like you are friends or anything.  In fact how strange of a first impression would it be for you to just ask her about her scales in your lecture hall?
  • So for now you are just suffering in silence about what you are seeing, and tbh it’s starting to be consuming, it’s all you can think about, you are even starting to slack off in some of your classes because every time you sit down to study, every time you close your eyes you see HIM again.  That gorgeous boy with the tattoos and dark hair that killed that creature on the street right in front of your window.
  • It keeps replaying in your mind.
  • How the thing turned to dust,
  • how his blade glowed brighter than the moon.
  •   And after a long and sleepless night, yet again, you find yourself waiting in line at a local starbucks on your way to your morning classes because you know that if you do not get any sort of caffeine in your system you’ll just end up passing out in your lectures.
  • you get your coffee and sit down at one of the many tables in the shop to start working on this absurd essay when you see him walk inside.
  • You can tell it’s him without even looking up from your laptop, the atmosphere in the coffee shop changes almost immediately once he walks in through the doors.  
  • Nobody else seems to notice the shift though, all except you.
  • The boy has all the control in the room, he stands tall and a little too confident with his arms crossed over his chest.
  • He isn’t wearing the same black gear that he was last time, this time he is dressed simply and commonly in a plain white shirt, jeans and timbs, but his face is even more handsome up close than what you can remember.
  • Even from across the room you notice how tight his shirt is on him, his bicep muscles bulging when he isn’t even flexing.  His thighs look just delicious in his jeans.  
  • And it’s not just you that notices this, all throughout the shop girls stare at the boy like he is a piece of meat and their wolves.  The only problem is that the boy doesn’t seem interested in anything other than the menu.
  • Despite his now ‘normal’ appearance, you can’t help but notice the faint white lines of the tattoos that have seemed to disappear across his skin, he’s cloaked with them from head to toe, some larger ones spread across his back and up his neck, while tiny ones are scribbled across the flesh of his arms.
  • there are only two marks that are still inked in black.  The first above his heart which you can see outlined underneath his clothes, and the second an eye on the back of his hand.
  • It makes no sense to you how this boy can clearly have so many BLACK tattoos across his skin one day and then a few weeks later have them all disappear.
  • By this point he is up at the front of the line.  The server at the cash register is clearly trying to flirt with him, and at first you think that he is flirting back for once, after all the girl is very pretty and he seems to be leaning against the counter looking right in her eyes, but then you notice that the way he is looking at her is a little weird…
  • and you notice that once he tells her his order he doesn’t hand over any money.  Now, as a poor college student this just seems unfair, like yes of course this guy is clearly hot, but then again is he hot enough to give a free coffee?  Again yes, but the whole exchange just seemed a little off to you.
  • He waits by the counter to receive his… free… drink, and you finally break out of your slump watching him to quickly pack away your things into your backpack.
  • The boy quickly gets his drink and immediately leaves the shop, you stumble some distance behind him trying to shove everything into your pack and zip it closed.
  • … he is almost half a block in front of you, and for a moment you actually lose sight of him, there’s many people out on the street today, and when you rush around the corner you almost throw a little tantrum because he is completely out of sight.
  • How could it be that you actually finally was able to coincidentally see this boy again and then he just falls right through your fingers…
  • You catch a glimpse of him again further up the street, but there is something different about him now that wasn’t there when he was in the Starbucks.
  • almost instantly recognize it from the night he killed the creature!  surrounding the boy is an almost glittery haze, and if you don’t focus hard enough he actually seems to DISAPPEAR from view, and not like the disappear cause someone blocked your view but more like he isn’t there anymore???
  •   Watching him like a hawk you follow the handsome boy for a few more blocks, making sure that you don’t look away for any reason, but also that you are at a far enough distance away 
  • but then it hits you,,, why are you even following him?  What do you plan on even doing? Do you really plan on asking him about all these crazy things that you’ve been seeing all your life?  What if he isn’t related to any of those things?  The you will have just made a huge fool of yourself to a stupid attractive stranger.  Do you even have the guts to actually speak to him???
  • You are about to turn around and head back to campus when the boy quickly changes his direction and turns down a twisted alleyway.  this,,, spikes your interest again and you quietly follow him into the alley.
  • He turns a corner and you follow, but then he vanishes.
  • The alleyway is completely empty except for a few bags of trash and a lingering stench.
  • A strong hand on your shoulder pulls you back and pushes you up against the brick wall.  The unexpected movement stuns you and it takes you a second to refocus.  Holding you up against the wall is,,
  • , the handsome stranger.
  • He looks angry, and confused, and his face is so incredibly close to yours that your noses are almost touching.
  • “What are you doing?” His voice is commanding and loud.  You shrink back into the wall as far as you can, but the boy doesn’t care for games and steps forward, filling the space that you had just made for yourself.
  • “I don’t want to say it again!” he says, “what are you doing?  You were following me correct?  I saw you back in the shop,”
  • You are struck with an unsettling wave of nervousness and can’t get yourself to even spill out a single word, so you just nod instead.
  • “Can you even speak?”  He shouts, you nod.  “Then answer when I’m asking you a question!”
  • He’s spitting he’s so angry and loud.
  • “How did you even follow me here?!” He spits.
  • “I-ah,, I d…,d..don’t even know what to s,,s,ay.” You make out.  “I just, followed you here I guess.”
  • “You followed me?  You saw me leave the store and watched me walk down the street?”
  • “Y,,yes.” You answer.
  • “IMPOSSIBLE!” he roars, “A mundane like you shouldn’t even be able to see me,” his laugh is almost sinister.  He draws back a little and gives you some more space.
  •   You see the opportunity present itself for the first time in your entire life and you jump on it… “I’ve always seen things I’m not supposed to see!”
  • He stares at you, confused.  “What are you saying?”
  • You spill everything that you can as quickly as possible to this stranger in a dark alley.
  • “Ever since I was born I’ve been seeing things, things like the man working the deli counter growing horns out of the top of his head, or someone maybe having fairy wings, but they’re never a part of a costume like on Halloween , they’re always real and beating and everyone has always told me that I’m crazy so I tried to ignore it, but then a saw…”
  • You hesitate.
  • “Saw what?” He instigates, “Saw me in the shop?  How do you know that I’m not one of the other people who will just say that you’re crazy,”
  • “Because I saw you kill something!” Your voice takes you by surprise.
  •  Looking you up and down, the boy in front of you doesn’t look so angry anymore.  “You saw me kill something?  A demon I presume?”  His voice is quieter now, laced with caution as if he’s being careful about his words.
  • “Yes, a demon I suppose you can call it that.  You stabbed some kind of monster in front of my window the other night.  You and your friend.”
  • “I was glamoured that night you couldn’t have seen me, I am glamoured right now!  What are you on?  Did one of those Fair Folk offer you anything to eat?  to drink?”
  • “No nothing I swear!  It’s like I’ve told you!  I have always been able to see things that I wasn’t supposed to.”
  • He stands back and looks you up and down for a moment, his stare is long and cold, he is completely silent and you refuse to speak.
  •  After some time, “You know,” he says, “if you were born with the sight like you said you were that means that according to how our ancestors dealt with things you would be a slave to the Shadowhunters.  You would serve them and die for them.  I’m sure that someone in your family must have had the sight, it is usually genetic.  A great grandparent perhaps.”
  • “I never even met my grandparents,” you tell him, “my parents thought I was crazy as well.  And I am a college student, I have no time to be any fool’s slave.”
  • “A Shadowhunter is no fool.”
  • “Is that what you are?  You may look more human than the other strange people I see, but you are certainly not human.”  
  • “The Nephilim serve to protect your world, the mundane world, from evil forces outside our domain.  Demons can breach through, it is our job to protect those you cannot see.”  He looks in your eyes, “You can see, therefore you, though you should not be able to.  You need even more protection than others.”
  • “I’ve taken care of myself all these years, I should be able to do fine on my own.”
  • “Ah-ha, but that’s where you’re wrong.  Demons will follow you everywhere now, I bet you just reek of Shadowhunter now don’t you.  What’s your name darling?”
  • “Y/N.”
  • “Y/N, your world just changed for good.  I guess you shouldn’t follow strangers into alleys now should you?”
  • “Hey–”
  • “tsk tsk,”  He waves his finger in your face.  “I need to take you back to the Institute now.  You have no choice in this matter.”
  • From his pocket he draws a long silver device, it almost looks like a pen covered in the many symbols that also stretch across his skin.  In a smooth, fluid motion, he draws another symbol into the empty air right in front of you two, and to your amazement the symbol burns alive in the air.
  • Around the symbol the scenery changes, and the boy grabs onto you, pulling you into a rushed embrace.
  • “Nice to meet you, Y/N.  My name is Jungkook, now hold onto me, this is about to get weird.”
  • And without any chance to brace yourself, Jungkook jumps through the portal.

Ok so wow, that was a lot in a short amount of time lol.  Sorry if that was a lot for you to absorb.  Now I am DEFINITELY NOT PROMISING a part two,,, but if I get enough notes on this one then I might consider either making a part two or doing a Shadowhunter AU for either another member or another idol, who knows.  But I actually did really enjoy writing this AU.

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i posted this a while ago, but no one interacted with it so i felt bad and deleted it. but i wanna post it again. i already have it posted on ao3 so read it there if you’d like. anyway, if you read it and you like it, let me know.

ship: reddie

info: first kiss, aged up (17)

summary:  But Eddie couldn’t just stop being in love with someone in just a few hours of this person telling him that they liked someone else. Especially since he had been in love with this person for almost as long as Eddie had known them.

word count: 1954

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Castle Byers stood like an unholy relic of some far-off dream Will couldn’t believe was ever real.

Uneven wooden sticks were carefully arranged into a makeshift fort that had somehow managed to withstand years of Indiana weather, and the come-hither beckoning of the blanket-forged door sent a shiver of dread throughout his body. Something about the spectacle wasn’t right. It was phantasmic in its surreality. Above him, displayed like some sort of mockery, stood the welcoming signs of false safety. 

Castle Byers

Home of Will the Wise

All Friends Welcome

Something inside him rolled. The static echo of another fort superimposed the one before him, and Will was almost sick with the realization of how tangible it seemed. It was so much more real than the one he’d known all his life.

Destroyed. Decayed. Strewn across a slime covered world as if a child had stepped on it during a tantrum. His body was numb - as it should have been - as it had been - and his throat burned with a familiar toxicity he couldn’t seem to shake. If he could only have reached out his hand-

The world righted itself. Will blinked away spots as light replaced the dark nothingness of that place. Once again, his castle was intact, as if nothing had ever happened.

Involuntarily, his small fingers clenched around the object situated in his hand. It was simultaneously weightless and overwhelming, and his knuckles turned white from the tension. He was used to this. He should be used to this. Why wasn’t he used to this? His eyes blurred. Rightside Up and Upside Down fought for dominance around him.

Castle Byers

He clenched his jaw.

Home of Will the Wise

His body shook.

All Friends Welcome

Will screamed. Primal. Visceral. Vibrant with emotions he didn’t – couldn’t – name. Chips of wood dug tiny craters into his skin with each swing of the ax and, had he the presence of mind to notice, he would have been frightened by the blood that beaded along each new injury. He swung and swung and shattered and destroyed the fort he had built to provide safety. Pieces of bark and bits of metal flew into the air. Books tore and blankets shredded.

It wasn’t right. This place wasn’t real. The Demogorgon had plucked him right out from his so-called sanctuary and defiled it. More screams erupted from his throat, shaking his entire body with their power and almost managing to smother the sobs that accompanied them. Will’s face was a salty, sticky mess, all scrunched up and covered with blood and dirt. He didn’t even notice. All he knew was he had to make it right. Castle Byers had already been destroyed long before he took an ax to it. He was just fixing it.

He swung again. Crash. Bang. Objects shattered. His little bed was a ruined mass. He cried out again, more agonized wails than his initial anger, and his muscles screamed for a reprieve. The handle of his mother’s ax was slick with a horrifying mixture of sweat and blood, and his strokes slowed.

One. Two. Three.

The ax fell from numb fingers. He collapsed, tiny body wracked with sobs, and curled over himself as if it was possible to find some measure of comfort when he was surrounded by such disaster. A hand, quaking and clawing, shot out for something to grasp hold of. The ax? Dirt? Some measure of debris that would ground him to what he’d done?

He clasped hold of something soft. Warm, with the recognizable matted texture of a well-loved and little-washed stuffed animal, Will pulled it closer. His eyes remained shut as he clung to the plush lion, its body squished somewhere between Will’s chest and legs. Its cold nose poked his stomach. Acrid tears seared into his cheeks and down the bridge of his nose. Cold dirt bit into his knees.

His body stung.

And Will Byers, who could no longer distinguish between Rightside Up and Upside Down, balled further into the center of his own mess and cried. 

Someone once informed me that in their opinion, the planet Terra would change my relative position in the universe to go upside down and then rightside up. I’m not the most finely honed appliance within the storage room. 

This young female was looking somewhat on the dimmer side of things, with the Latin letter “L” emblazoned on her forehead. 

The annual cycles pass and they remain doing so. Begone with the rules, and when landing, attempt to break out into a full sprint whilst doing so. Our mortal time on Earth being so short, it was highly illogical not to live for one’s self-fulfillment. Your central nervous system grows in intelligence, but the same cannot be said for your cranial bone structure. 

There is much to do, much to see. There is nothing immoral about taking an alternative path when presented. You shan’t obtain knowledge lest you take risks and go forth.

 Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Prepare yourself and entertain yourselves!

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Go and perform, get monetary capital!

All that reflects light in a disorganized manner is the element commonly known as gold. Only large space-born stones descending on the planet break sculpting aids. 

The temperature is below the comfort threshold, and it shall only grow lower from here. You have entombed yourself within blankets, wait several decades until you have aged sufficiently. 

But male homo sapiens hailing from meteors are decidedly against my propositions, should I ascertain my opinion from observing their large gap within the satellite imagery. 

The crystalline H2O we partake in winter activities on is growing less dense, its liquid counterpart is obtaining sufficient energy to be comfortable within, thus we may as well change our ice-based games to those based around water. My observable world is currently breaking apart due to heated plasma, is yours under the same conundrum? I prefer it to be in this state, thus I shan’t grow tired of it. 

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Prepare yourself and entertain yourselves!

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Go and perform, get monetary capital!

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Prepare yourself and entertain yourselves!

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Go and perform, get monetary capital!

Someone once informed me that their monetary position was such that they needed to obtain from me extra coins to purchase combustibles for the use in their transportation, so they may leave their current location. I orated “Indeed, that is an interesting concept, I suppose we could all benefit from breaking the monotony of our day-to-day existences.” 

The annual cycles pass and they remain doing so. Begone with the rules, and when landing, attempt to break out into a full sprint whilst doing so. Our mortal time on Earth being so short, it was highly illogical not to live for one’s self-fulfillment. Your central nervous system grows in intelligence, but the same cannot be said for your cranial bone structure.

There is much to do, much to see. There is nothing immoral about taking an alternative path when presented. You shan’t obtain knowledge lest you take risks and go forth.

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Prepare yourself and entertain yourselves!

Attention, o citizens! You are all highly skilled! Go and perform, get monetary capital!

All that reflects light in a disorganized manner is the element commonly known as gold. Only large space-born stones descending on the planet break sculpting aids.

prompt list

if you ever wanna see an imagine with one of the prompts, send me a number and the person you want to see the imagine with :)

include either male!reader or fem!reader (or somewhere along those lines) so it’s easier for me to write
++ there’s gonna be a lot more prompts, i just need to think of some more :)
+++also include if you want it to be a smut or sad (etc) imagine. thank you loves! xx

x = inspo by @lavishinglydia

1. “do you realize how dumb you sound right now?”

2. “are you even listening?” “yes, it just takes me a while to process so much stupid all at once.”

3. “well, if you’d woken up properly the first time i kicked you, i wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.”

4. “four twenty blaze it? more like four twenty praise it, am i right?”

5. “you’re making me lose more brain cells by talking more than bryce presenting an english project.”

6. “i will kung fu your ass all the way to [insert place]. shut up.”

7. “what’s your favorite word?” “fuck off.” “that’s two words.” “fuck.”

8. reader is stressed and character tries to help them relieve it

9. “you’re blessed to have me in your life.”

10. “why are you upside down?” “why are you rightside up?” [x]

11. “give me my pizza back.” “i ate it yesterday, Y/N.” “I. WANT. IT. BACK.” [x]

12. “why would you do this to me?”

13. “my pinky finger has more talent than you.”

14. reader and character is making fun of each other which leads to making out/smut

15. character accidentally walking in on the reader while they’re [insert action]

16. character wants to learn reader’s language (probably suggested for only multi-lingual readers)

17. “do you love me more than [insert celebrity name]?” “i’d be lying if i said yes.”

18. “i thought i was supposed to be the dramatic one.”

19. “gimme kiss.” *kiss* “one more.” *kiss* “wait, one more.” *kiss* “might as well just fuck me already.”

20. “maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, i’d like you.”

21. *reader points to character* “i choose you bitch.”

22. midnight conversations which leads to phone sex :)


24. “you’re possibly the dumbest person i have ever met.” “but i’m you’re favorite.” “bullshit.”

25. *reader and character are texting*
character: “send nudes” 
reader: “i suddenly can’t read”
character: “how’d you type that then?”
reader: “bxznnbzxcdnsfbj”
character: “better” [x]

26. *reader and character are watching a scary movie and reader gets scared* “aw, is little Y/N scared?” “no, i’m not. but come here and hold me.”

27. “if i could, i would throw you off a cliff”

28. “i will not hesitate to chop your head off, got it?”

29. *character is texting reader’s best friend* “i’m just trying to stick my dick in [reader], but nooo” *reader’s best friend sends screenshots to reader* *ends up being a smut because why not*

30. "just fuck me already.“

31. “go ahead, laugh at the [girl/boy] who loved too easily”

32. “don’t you fucking get it? i love you!”

33. “can i have this dance?”

34. “don’t you dare touch me.”

35. reader and character sing along to high school musical in the car

36. “i’m drunk and i miss you”

37. “okay! okay! i’m sorry! put me down!”

38. “i love you” “wait, what?” “i said… i-i love food.”

39. reader and character are keeping their relationship lowkey but soon everyone starts asking about the hickies on their necks

40. “i love you and all, but i’m trying to eat so can you like, not.”

41. “what’s it gonna take for you to sit on my dick?” “a small loan of a billion dollars.”

42. character grabs reader’s ass – so for revenge, reader teases character and smut stuff

43. “i’d rather cut my ears off than hear you talk.”

44. reader is sick so character skips school to take care of them

45. “that’s what you get for not giving me your last brownie” [x]

46. “what kind of humpty dumpty dumbass…”

47. “i loved you.”

48. “breathe Y/N. breathe.”

49. “i moved on, and so should you.”

50. “was she better than me?”

51. “i hope she was worth it.”

52. “can you stop being an asshole for once and just help me?

53. “give me my phone back!”

54. “don’t talk to me ever again.”

55. “just give me the damn bottle, [character]”

56. reader likes character but character likes someone else

57. reader is the little badass of Liberty High, and character finds it incredibly hot and maybe smut

58. “just say please babygirl[/babyboy]

59. “you better not fuck this up [character’s last name]

60. “show me where i asked”

61. “sucks that i don’t care”

62. “a fish has a longer attention span than you”

63. “it’s cold” “here, take my jacket”

64. “you are aware that i hate you with a burning passion, right?”

65. “don’t touch my hair.”

66. “give me my phone back!”

67. “give me another chance. please”

68. “was i not good enough for you?”

69. “honestly fuck off”

70. “i’m not in the mood. leave or i’ll make you leave”

71. reader and character are paired up for a science project – reader hates character but character ends up kissing reader

72. “stay away from me”

73. “does it look like i’m fucking okay?”

74. “i hope you’re happier with her”

75. “shut up and pay attention”

76. “i’m not your little slave”

77. “you can do it your damn self”

78. “you’re my best friend. help. me.”

So I’ve had some thoughts on how Cybertronian interfacing works in the random AUs that I have written that may or may not see the light of day. I’m in the camp of there being removable armor pieces and whatnot with an underlying protoform body. Here’s some things I’ve been deliberating on, including but not limited to spikes, valves, transfluid, coding, and heat cycles.

- Spikes are retractable. The base of the spike will puff up a bit when overload is near, so does a portion of the tip, though not nearly as much.

- The opening to the spike sheath is heart shaped because I’m trash. I’m actually thinking that spikes can be oriented two different ways (upside down heart or rightside up heart). Maybe it’s a regional thing. 

- There are two reservoirs that make transfluid, which is filled with mineral rich nanites that are essential to passing on coding to a potential sparkling. 

- Sparklings are generated through spark merge plus interface at the same time. Nanites from the ‘sire’ pass on coding and provide some of the framework for the sparkling but are not technically essential (the carrier drinks mineral rich energon for most of the material supply and the gestation chamber has its own construction nanites).

- You can put a cap on/in the opening to the spike sheath that will prevent the spike from extending. Short term this has little effect, but if a cap is on for long (like months and months) it can cause the nanite generators for the transfluid reservoirs to stop working, rerouting the materials once used to make them to other functions (like extra lubricants for the valve maybe). This doesn’t really render a bot sterile, but it does mean their coding can’t be passed on to a potential sparkling.

- Valves puff up when aroused.

- The anterior node is tear drop shaped because it looks good.

- There are actually two ceiling nodes, a primary and secondary. Primary is bigger and sits above the opening to the gestation chamber. Secondary is smaller and is below said opening. Hitting the secondary is a lot more difficult, but is pretty much a guaranteed overload.