this was very frustrating to gif

If I’m the lesser of two evils…
who’s this man, who’s this act I hide behind?


There are two ways to skin tonight -
let’s see whose road gets there faster.
this is a game, no wrongs, no right…
only a winner and a loser.

(fullview recommended for pixel clarity.)

here’s a gaster.

Imagine your first fight with Chris.

A/N: Part 3 😭 Did I cry? Oh, I definitely would’ve if I wrote this in the privacy of my own home. But seeing as I was in public, I had to take a few deep breaths and get through it without crying. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2)

Friday came and that meant it’d been five days since Chris last spoke with you, and five days since you started ignoring his calls. Both of you were going insane not being able to speak to the other, but that was where you were at and needed to be. So Chris took Sebastian’s advice into consideration and stopped pushing, he ate up whatever lie you gave him and hoped you’d call soon because he was seriously missing your voice. You wanted to call, God, you wanted to call. You wanted to hear his voice; you wanted to see his face on your computer screen; you wanted to tell him about how Jack dropped a fork down a customer’s dress and hear him bellow with laughter, but you couldn’t.

Things with you hadn’t improved; you were still stressed and on the verge of having a mental breakdown that you didn’t want to bother your very busy boyfriend with. As frustrating as you knew you were being, you still believed Chris was better off not knowing. You believed that because you hadn’t talked to him, you couldn’t hear how worried he was about you; how stressed he was because he couldn’t talk to you; how much he needed you while he was pulling sixteen hour days miles from the girl he loved. He, too, was on the verge of having a mental breakdown but was too afraid that you’d do what Sebastian said if he pushed too hard. So he left you alone, gave you the space you apparently needed, and suffered in silence.

The two of you really were too similar, incredibly good at repeating history, and becoming increasingly insufferable to those around you. If you’d just let your incredibly wise best friend give you some brutally honest advice, you wouldn’t be in this situation and the last five days wouldn’t have been your hell on earth.

“Hey, babe,” Ava called from the kitchen as came through the front door; Dodger barked.

“Hey, sorry.” You gave them both a quick wave as you rushed down the hallway to your room; you were running late for work due to an impromptu meeting with Professor Killian, who was concerned about your recent decline in mood. They followed you; Ava with her bowl of Lucky Charms, and stood in your doorway, watching you bounce around your room gathering your work clothes. “I’m running so late, Jack’s texted me twice already and-” you stopped and looked around, frowning, “where the hell is my apron?”

“I think it’s in the wash, but you can use mine.” She told you and walked over to her room to grab it while you got changed. “What were you doing at school anyway?” She asked as she walked back towards your room; she stood in the hallway and waited for you, whereas Dodger left for the living room. “You don’t have classes on Friday, did they change your timetable?”

“No, thank God,” you took the apron Ava was holding out and shoved it into your handbag. “I got an email from Professor Killian because he’s concerned about me. Apparently I’ve been very distracted and unproductive in his class.” You rolled your eyes and Ava pursed her lips in response because she knew your professor was right. “What a ridiculous accusation, I turned in two drafts yesterday.” You headed for the bathroom to quickly fix your hair before you left for your fine-dine restaurant job; Ava followed, quietly eating her cereal. “Have I been distracted and unproductive?”

“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” Ava said with a wince.

“Seriously?” You narrowed your eyes at her. “How have I been distracted and unproductive?”

“Babe-” Ava sighed and followed you as you headed for the front door. “Since you decided to stop talking to Chris, you haven’t been particularly focused on anything.” You stopped and turned to her with raised eyebrows. “You go through your days upset and distracted, and yes- you still do your writing and you go to work, but you’re lacking your usual perky personality and it is very noticeable. I mean- If Killian noticed, you know you’re on rough terrain.”

“God, I know,” you sighed. “I know you’re right. I just- I’m trying,” you told her and she nodded, knowing very well you were. “And I want to talk to him, I just feel like if I do- I’m going to freak him out and make him worry and- I don’t want to do that while he’s busy with work.”

“You know he’s never going to be too busy for you, right?”

“I know,” you managed a smile. “But I still don’t want to add more to his already very full plate. I know I’m being very frustrating and ignoring him is not one of my best ideas, but it’s all I have right now.” Ava reached for your elbow and gave your arm a light squeeze because she was starting to understand why you were doing what you were doing. “I’ll talk to him soon, I just need to figure out how to explain everything to him so he doesn’t worry about me after I hang up. Am I making sense?” You chuckled wearily with limited humor. “I feel like I’m just blathering.”

“Perfect sense,” she assured you, smiling. “You care about him, that’s why you’re doing all this. Props, sweetheart. Really, I’m very proud of you and the way you’re coping with everything.” She gave you a quick one arm hug and you smiled, hugging her back. “You’re going to be fine, like I told Chris- you’re a tough nut to crack. But y'know, in a positive light- not the mysterious, hard-to-deal-with meaning. Though you are a puzzle sometimes, a very complicated puzzle.”

“Yeah, I’m a fucking macadamia nut,” you joked and both laughed. “I really gotta run,” you told her and she nodded, making her way to the couch to join Dodger as your phone started ringing. The ringtone was your average, day-to-day, every-man ringtone so you picked up without looking at it; you’d no idea Chris had borrowed a phone so he could trick you into picking up his call. He didn’t want to push, but he had a terrible day and he needed to talk to you. “Hello?”

“Here I was thinking you’d let this call go to voicemail too,” Chris’ voice came through and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Um-” He chuckled with limited humor. You were too stunned to process the emotions wrapped in his tone; you couldn’t even tell that he’d been crying. “Hey, um- God, it’s so good to finally hear your voice. How are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m good,” you found yourself lying again. “I’m actually on my way to work, so can I call y-”

“Of course you are,” Chris muttered bitterly; his hand tugging at his hair as he tried not to swear.

“Of course I am?” You felt your eyes narrow even though you knew you deserved whatever Chris was throwing your way. “What is that suppose to mean?” You bit as Ava turned; she saw the expression on your face which meant the call you’d been avoiding had arrived. She found herself lowering her bowl and planting both feet on the ground, preparing to intervene if she needed to- if the fight became bigger than it should. Dodger was on alert too, like he could sense the storm brewing between you and his best friend.

“What is that suppose to mean?” Chris bit back with a scoff. “Are you kidding me right now, Y/N? You haven’t spoken to me in five days! Did we get into a fight, did we break up? I don’t know because we haven’t talked!” You tried to interject, but he didn’t let you. “You’ve avoided all my calls and attempts at FaceTiming you, you reply to all my texts in less than five words- like what is your problem? Did I do something to piss you off, because if I did- please, let me know.”

“Chris-” you began then sighed, “I’m sorry, but this sounds like a fight I can’t get into right now.” You heard him scoff on the other end and you wanted to kick yourself. “It’s not you, okay? I’m just-” you glanced at the clock hanging on your wall, “I need to go. I’ll call you after work and we’ll talk about this then.”

“No,” he practically growled. “We’re going to talk about this now, Y/N. I’ve given you enough time to sort out whatever the hell is going on with you, I want to resolve this now. I don’t care if you’re late for work, this is a lot more important than a shift where they can easily get someone to cover for you. What is going on? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No! God, Chris- not everything is about you.” Your heart ached at the sound of his voice, it ached for him. “I already told you, this isn’t about you.” You said, as you realized how much it was; you missed him dearly and it was affecting your entire being- mind, body, and soul. Up until you heard his voice, you didn’t realize how much your life was in shambles. Sure, school was great and work was good, but- you were alone and apart from your soulmate that you took nineteen years to find. You were not okay, you needed the next seven months to be over. “I’ve just been busy, okay? And I’m busy now, so I really need to end this phone call and call you back later.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” he warned; his voice broke but you were too distraught to notice. “Y/N, we need to communicate. We may be perfect for each other, but God- we are terrible at being in a relationship.” Your eyes narrowed at that. “Couples are meant to be honest with each other. We’re meant to tell each other everything, yet here we are arguing about something that could’ve easily been avoided if we just talked.”

“I don’t even know what we’re arguing about!” You cried with a deep frown; Ava noticed your hand clench into a tight fist and she knew you were about to lost it. “You started this argument, Chris,” you accused and he scoffed. “I was just trying to get to work.” There was a long pause where neither of you said anything, then you did, “I know we need to talk, but I don’t have time to talk to you right now.”

Remember love and how it was a strange concept? How it could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated? How a wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- how all of these factors were capable of tearing a soul into pieces? Well, the two of you were about to experience that ache and anguish.

“Make time,” he bit, trying to hold back his tears. “Have Ava cover your shift so we can talk, Y/N. I’m not asking for a lot here, I’m asking to talk to my girlfriend.” You turned your back towards Ava so she didn’t see you starting to cry, but she knew. “All I want is a second of your time, Y/N, a second of your time to just talk. Can you give me that? Can you give me that and ask me about my day? You’re not the only one who is having a hard time with all of this. I miss you too, and I need you too.”

“This is not how I imagined this conversation would go,” you mumbled under your breath instead of keeping it in your head. That was your mistake; the straw that broke the camel’s back; the prompt that brought forth words Chris didn’t mean and regretted immediately.

“Of course not,” Chris bit. “'Cause everything is just fucking perfect in your stories, isn’t it?” You felt your heart break at the harshness of his tone as well as the bitterness of his words. “Newsflash, Y/N, this is real life and I am not perfect. I am nowhere near fucking perfect,” he spat and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from having a full on breakdown.

“What is your problem, Chris?”

Chris could hear your voice shake and he knew you were crying. He knew he was hurting you and it broke his heart to think that you were crying because of him, but he couldn’t stop the foul words from spilling out of his mouth. “I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be,” he told you and a whimper escaped your lips. “Your expectations are too high and I don’t know how to live up to them. I thought I did, but-” he swallowed, “I don’t.”

“What are you trying to say?” You breathed and Ava jumped up; she knew exactly what was happening. You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t, so you did. “You know I never asked you to be anyone you weren’t, I never expected anything from you.” Ava tried to take the phone out of your hand, but you moved out of her reach. “But clearly, I was wrong. Clearly…” You trailed off because you couldn’t breathe. “I overreached and this was a huge mistake.”

“Y/N, no! Hang up, hang up now!” Ava hissed at you, but you ignored her with a shake of your head and tears streaming down your face. Both of you were tired and stressed out, neither of you knew what you were doing- you were just doing it. “Give me the phone,” Ava urged, reaching for your phone only to have you dodge her attempts, “give me the phone now!”

“If you don’t want to be with me anymore,” you continued before Chris could process what was happening. “If this is too difficult for you, Chris…” You took a shaky breath, doing everything you could to hold yourself together. “Then let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay?” You didn’t wait for him to confirm, you just muttered a “okay.”

He finally processed what you were saying and frowned because that wasn’t at all what he wanted, or where he’d imagined your first fight would end. “No no no,” he quickly said before you hung up on him. “No, that’s not what I want. Y/N, I made a promise-”

“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I didn’t expect you to keep your promise anyway, you’re Chris Evans after all and I’m just…me.” You couldn’t hold it together anymore and you knew it was time to hang up. “Consider that letter void,” you managed with your quivering voice. “Like you said, Chris, this is not a story- it’s real life.” You hung up before he could say anything else, slamming your phone on the dining table as your hand flew to your stomach where you felt like you’d just been stab. “Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with your other hand. “What did I just do?”

“Hey,” Ava was quick to go to your aid, placing a comforting hand on your back that you shook off because you knew you’d lose it if you accepted that comfort. “Y/N, you can’t possibly go to work.” She tried to stop you as you grabbed your bag and made your way to the front door. “No!” She ran in front of you and blocked the door, pushing you back with one hand. “You are not going anywhere, you need to process this.”

“I need to go to work,” you told her in the firmest tone you could muster. You heard Dodger bark, but you couldn’t even look his way because he reminded you too much of the guy you’d so carelessly broke up with. “I’m fine, really,” you tried and failed to assure her. “Now please move out of my way because I am really, really late. Please,” you demanded and she reluctantly did as she was told.

The second you stepped out of the house and the door closed behind you, you broke down. You staggered down the first flight of stairs, hiding on the second so Ava couldn’t see you if she came out. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed, wishing you could take back the past five days so you could do it right this time. You had the perfect guy- the man of your dreams, and what did you do? You tossed him aside like he was nothing when he was actually your north, south, east, and west. You wished Chris was wrong, you wished real life was like your stories so you could be less of a fucking idiot and not ruin everything good in your life.

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Part 4

Title: Anyone But You, Pt 1

Author: mylittleACobsession

A/N: This is another one shot for @imakemyownblog who requested the following:

“Could I pretty please get a Jacob oneshot where the reader is a high-ranking member of the Blighters and one day they have to face down with each other, not realizing that they were childhood friends until the actual fight? To make it interesting, Jacob had a huge crush on them? XD Pretty please & thank you! <3”

Given the amount here that I want to play with, I’m actually breaking this one into multiple parts.


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Cas X Reader - Alone

Requested by- @tinkerelle7

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“Go then, leave! See if I care!”

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Are you really taking his side against me?”

“Why do you keep pushing me away?”

- EMOTIONS -

“You guys need to calm down before you start throwing punches!” Dean yelled, standing between you and Cas.

“That is highly unlikely Dean.” Castiel said glaring seemingly through Dean toward you.

“What are you two even fighting about?” Dean yelled, annoyed at the childish acts.

“Fine don’t tell me, but take it somewhere else!” He sighed in defeat, walking away.

Castiel placed his hand on your shoulder and you were both now in an empty warehouse.

“You could’ve died.” He stated calmly. Trying to avoid shouting but you were too furious.

“But I didn’t, how does no one ever see the bright side?! I’m. Not. Dead!” You yelled, turning your back.

“I wasn’t even close to dying Cas!”

“Dean sa-” He started, causing anger to boil in your veins.

“Oh so now his say is more important than mine?! Cas, that’s not how relationships work!” You yelled quieter, clenching your jaw in frustration. Hurt.

“Well it’s very apparent he’s less reckless and child like! He’s not so…incompetent!” He yelled, louder than he was yelling before.

You flinched at his words and turned to face him. Almost nose to nose.

“Incompetent? I’m incompetent? How many times have I save your ass? How many times have I comforted you when you were so down in the dumps you couldn’t think straight?!” You yelled, your voice strained causing it to crack.

“I came to you expecting you to open up in return! All I’ve ever tried to do is help you, be there for you! But every time I try, you rebel, and start a screaming match! Stop ignoring the fact that I’m trying (y/n), for you! Why do you push me away?” He yelled, stepping closer, trying to place a comforting hand to your shoulder and tears forced their way down your face.


“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled jerking yourself back.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, (y/n)! I saved you from your father, from Crowley, from so much and you still can’t trust me? I’m so frustrated, and I may not be the smartest but I know you’re not okay.” He said softly.

You looked down in shame, to hide your tears. He was right but you couldn’t explain yourself because you didn’t know yourself.

You just knew all you had at the end of the day was yourself and you had to be strong.

For you.

“Is it me? Cause carrying on with you when you resent me, and hate like this… I’m afraid I might kill myself…trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved…” He said, trying again to hold you but you jerked back.

The tears fell harder and you moved farther away, metaphorically and literally.

“Damn it (y/n)!” He yelled turning around in frustration, rubbing his temples trying to understand.

“I have to leave.” You said quietly to yourself.

“Fine, you know what?! Leave, see if I care!” He yelled, instantly regretting his words and the whimper that escaped your lips.

You turned to leave but had to turn around quickly realizing you had no idea where you were.

“I need…” You paused forcing yourself to look up at him.

His face looked as how you imagined your to look, tears stained and puffy.

“I have to get back to the bunker…pack…” You said looking down at your feet, he grabbed your hand slowly and you closed your eyes.

When you didn’t feel any change in atmosphere, you opened your eyes to find you were at the same place and you looked up to find Castiel starring sadly into your eyes causing you to close them again.

You opened them slightly, to find your were now in your room.

Alone.

It was a very long day for Shay and he was left feeling frustrated and tired, and he just wanted to see you at the end of it. He was taking off his jacket and shoes while walking in the house, and laid down on you, burying his head in your shoulder. He sighed, making you laugh at him.

 “Bad day,” you asked still focused on the television. Shay started moving around and laid his head on your stomach.

 “It was awful.”

 “I’m sorry,” you said, looking at him and started playing with his hair, causing him to sigh with contentment; both of you watching the television. 


After a while, you decided to order take-out. Shay was still focused on the television, so you just ordered what he normally ordered; before sitting back on the couch.

 “You know what? I believe in love at first sight,” Shay said, staring at you.

 “Oh you do? That’s a lot coming from someone who doesn’t believe in fate,” you said winking at him.

 “Well, to be completely honest, I didn’t believe in neither until I met you,” he said, making you blush.

AN: I am so sorry for the slow updating, I haven’t been feeling well so all I have been doing is being lazy and watching movies ^_^. Thank you artemislove5  for the request, I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors!

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hey love, I was wondering if you could do a one shot of Pietro, that all of the Avengers go camping and the reader has to share a tent with Pietro.

Warnings: Make out session?

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“Marshmallow”

“I…I don’t know about this.” You muttered, looking around at the team. “Half of these people don’t look like they have ever stepped foot in the woods before.”

Steve was about to tell that you were exaggerating, but then he really looked around. Tony was poking some sort of plant on the ground with a stick, Thor was running around and exploring all of the Midguardian wildlife that he had never seen, and Bruce was moping on a log whilst moaning about how he would rather be in his lab.

“It’s going to be an interesting camping trip.” He nodded at you, then began to carry the tents from the SUV and to the small little camping site.

“LOOK AT ALL OF THIS GLORIOUS MIDGUARD FLORA AND FAUNA AROUND, WHAT A GREAT HONOR TO BE ABLE TO SLEEP HERE TONIGHT.” Thor said– yelled –to the others.

Tony just groaned in response, resting on the heels of his feet and examining different plants with a frown. “How do we know if they are poisonous of not?”

“Pft, city folk.” Clint muttered.

You and Steve exchanged weary glances, then wordlessly ignored those children Avengers and continued to set up camp.

Wanda, being the kind soul that she was, offered to start a fire and set up some logs around the fire pit for everyone to sit on. Pietro noticed that you were carrying things from the car, so he quickly zoomed over to you and kept taking things out of your hands and placing them where they needed to be, even before you could walk away from the car.

Before long, everything was set up.

Night fell over the trees, and the sky was coated by sparkling stars and a glowing, radiant moon. Normally, in New York City, you didn’t get to see stars like this because of all the city lights. And it wasn’t nearly as peaceful as it was here. It was truly beautiful and refreshing.

Steve had managed to gather everyone around the fire and gave them all marshmallows on sticks.

Pietro had never had a marshmallow (much to your horror), so you made him the perfect smore, which was oozing with melting chocolate and sticky marshmallow.

“Are…are you sure that this is right?” He asked with a frown, holding it up to the light of the fire to see what it looked like with more light.

You plucked it from his fingers and held it above his mouth, a very serious expression etched onto your face. “Open up, Speedy.”

Sighing, he parted his lips and you pushed the sugary treat into his mouth. His hands instantly shot up to catch the falling bits of graham cracker that broke apart when he bit it, and you laughed at how messy he looked.

Most of the team was preoccupied with their own treats and conversations, so it was just you who was witnessing this important milestone in his life.

“So, what do you think?”

His blue eyes flickered up to you as he chewed slowly, his handsome face barley visible by the orange light of the fire.

You could tell that he was purposefully chewing at a painfully slow pace to delay his answer. Still, the neutral expression on his face made you worry that he really didn’t like it…

“I love it!” He announced.

You laughed then leaned over to slap his shoulder. “I told you!”

“Except, it is very messy."  He mumbled, pressing his fingers together too see how sticky the melted hand marshmallow had made them. "See?”

He held his hand up to you so that you could see the bits of white marshmallow and melted chocolate on them, but right away you knew what he was going to do.

You jumped up from the log that the two of you were sharing and backed away, trying to look as serious as possible. “You keep those sticky fingers away from me, Maximoff!”

He grinned and stood up as well, his hands held out towards you. “Never!”

You hopelessly tried to run in the other direction, only to bump into Steve who was carrying more firewood.

“Protect me!” You begged Steve, using his Dorito like frame to shield yourself from the determined speedster.

“You can not use Steve to hide forever, Y/N.” Pietro laughed as he came to a stop in front of the two of you.

Before Steve could even ask what was going on, Pietro zoomed around the Captain and scooped you up in his arms, and brought you over to the same log that the two of you had been at.

Before setting you down, Pietro stopped running and ran his messy fingers over your face whilst laughing.

“Pietro!” You shouted, trying to fight off a laugh yourself, as he dropped you to your feet and sat back down on the log with a look of accomplishment in his eyes.

You felt the sticky mess all over your face and went to rinse it off with one of the water bottles that you had brought.

Despite your slight irritation, you were still having a good time.

The fire had begun to die down and the rest of the team had agreed to all head off to their tents to sleep.

You had been weary of the trip when Nick Fury told you all that you had to go, saying it was some sort of ‘bonding team exercise’. But, it turned out to be a really good trip.

Well, that was until now.

You looked over the tents again because something seemed off. Tony and Bruce were together in one, Nat and Wanda, Steve and Clint, Vision and Thor, and Pietro…and you?

“Um, where is Pietro sleeping?”

Steve furrowed his brow and counted the tents again, then cursed to himself when he saw what the issue was (and by cursed, you meant a very frustrated "Gosh darn it.“).

"I swore that I had counted out all of the tents correctly before we left.” Steve muttered apologetically. “I must have left one at the tower before we left.”

You and Pietro looked over at each other, having a silent conversation with your eyes.

“It…it’ll be fine. I mean, it’s only a tent, right? No big deal.” You said with a smile, then went to the car to grab your bags along with Pietro’s.

The rest of the team headed into their respective tents and zipped them up for the night, and after a few minutes of building up the nerve, you and Pietro headed into yours.

Both of you had taken turns changing in the SUV so that you could avoid the awkwardness of changing together in the tent, which you were very grateful for.

“Wow, this tent looks a lot… uh, smaller on the inside than on the outside.” You muttered, as the two of you unrolled your sleeping bags and placed them on the floor of the tent, barley an inch between the two of them.

“Y/N.” Pietro said, plopping down on his sleeping bag.

“Yes?” You answered, doing the same.

“I sleep with my shirt off.” He said, and you could have sworn that you saw a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Swallowing, you nodded and inched off of the sleeping bag so that you could unzip it and slip inside.

There was almost no space to move in the tent, so when he took his shirt off (though you weren’t looking) you felt his bare back brush against yours. Squeaking, you spun around, only to find your nose touching his.

He was shirtless, and damn he looked good. But, even more mesmerizing than his muscles, was his eyes that were locked into yours.

Wordlessly, your lips gravitated towards each other, and before you knew it, you were kissing.

Gently at first, but then his hands got tangled into your hair and your arms slipped around his neck, pulling you two closer to each other.

He moaned into your mouth and pushed you backward until you were laying on your sleeping bag. Your eyes rolled back as his lips moved from your mouth to the crook of your neck, kissing your sweet spot.

His hands slowly ran up your shirt and rested on the bare skin of your stomach, making your fingers twist even more in his wavy silver locks.

“Those tent walls aren’t made of cement y'know!” You heard Natasha’s voice come from the tent next to you, laughing slightly “Keep your moaning to yourself!”

You both pulled away from each other with light chuckles, still trying to wrap your head around what had happened.

You both silently laid side by side, forgetting about your individual sleeping bags, and fell asleep with the feeling of each others lips.

Quand, chez moi, soit y a du Nutella et rien pour l’accompagner, soit y a de la brioche, des crêpes et des gaufres à foison mais pas de Nutella.

Updated the weapon generation to also include colors. Colors can either reflect the type or element or just be random if the weapon has no special attributes. I also updated the attack animations so that the slash reflects the color of the weapon instead of always being white. This was particularly annoying to do since the slash and the character animation where a single sprite, so I had to separate them first BUT, I think it was worth it.

I also trimmed some frames from the attack animations because of input lag. There were 2 frames of winding up before actually bringing the sword down. Those 2 frames made it look smoother however the input lag was very obvious and most players would find that very frustrating. Combat feels a lot better now and faster now.

The generation for the weapon colors needs a bit of tweaking but I’m going to call this closed for now so I can go back to focusing on the Greenlight trailer. That’s all for now!

As much as Harry loved you, he had to admit it was extremely frustrating dealing with a very pregnant Y/N. You were entering your third trimester, and that was when the cravings hit you the worst. You had sent Harry running all over the city to pick up crazy ingredients to satisfy your appetite, and when he failed to get the company you wanted, or the correct amount - You went crazy! Which would explain why Harry was hiding from you in his car. He had bought the groceries for you, but now he wasn’t sure if he had gotten the right spicy mustard. Did you want mild, or did you want extra spicy? 

“Should’a gotten both o’ them, you idiot. It’s not like yeh can’t afford an extra jar of spicy fuckin’ mustard.” Harry scowled to himself, smacking his forehead gently as he stared at the little ‘mild’ sticker. Somehow, he felt like had forgotten something really important.. It didn’t matter now - He had left you waiting for an hour and a half.. If he didn’t get into the house now, he knew he’d be dead meat. 

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“Harry!” You called out, raising an eyebrow as Harry cautiously stepped into the room, his eyes as wide as saucers. It was a mess in your room, with wrappers and takeout cartons scattered about. Oh God, and he was the one who had to clean up. 

“Is it safe to come in?” Harry asked meekly, making you roll your eyes playfully. You often scolded yourself after you found yourself snapping and getting angry at Harry, but it wasn’t like you could help it! The human growing inside of you was the one throwing all these mood-swings. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been a little cranky and bossy.” You murmured, watching as Harry made his way over, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I know I should be helping out-” 

“No, no. Don’ be silly, love. All you have t’ do for me is give birth to my child. My job is t’ take care o’ yeh.” Harry smiled fondly, rubbing your swollen ankles through the blanket. “I love you, you know?” 

“Aw, I love you too.” You sighed, beaming as Harry leaned in to give you a small peck. “Say, did you get the extra spicy mustard I asked for? I’m in the mood for a sandwich.” Harry froze at your words, his heart dropping to his stomach. 

“Erm, how about I make yeh a sandwich with mildly spicy mustard?” 

“But that’s not what I want.” 

“Well, yeah, but-” 

“Harry, that’s not what I want.” Harry couldn’t wait for the baby to be born. 

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“Y/N, you said you were going to come in the water an hour ago! C’mon, live a little. We’re in Mexico, for Christ sakes - This is my week of freedom before I get married, and you said you were going to try to have fun.” Y/F/N whined, patting herself down with a towel before dusting some sand off her arms. You peeked up at her through your sunglasses, squinting slightly before returning your attention back to the novel you were currently invested in. “Yesterday, you didn’t go out clubbing with us. The other night, you skipped out on free drinks at the bar, and-” 

“I know, I know. Just give me like, five more minutes.” You sighed, reaching up to adjust the umbrella so that you weren’t too exposed to the sun. 

“Y/N, I know you’re still hung up over-” 

“Don’t say that name, I swear to god.” 

“I know you’re not over your ex, but you have to move on. Friend to friend, you’re kinda being a party-pooper right now.” You cheeks flared slightly, only because it was true. This was supposed to be a week of fun, but all you had been doing was moping around. “Seriously! And maybe you’ll find someone new here! I’ve already spotted a lot of cuties but unfortunately I’m getting married.” She joked lightly, pointing to the sparkling engagement ring on her finger. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be a happier camper.” You smiled lightly, setting your book down before pushing your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head. “I’ll join you in the water soon.” 

‘Soon’ ended up being.. Well, never. Y/F/N had to admit - As much as she loved you, her levels of frustration were ascending very quickly. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands. If you weren’t going to go to the fun, she’d bring the fun to you. 

“How’s the book?” She asked, taking a sip of her martini as she sat down on the towel to join you. 

“Still reading.” You murmured in response, reaching up to flip to the next page. 

“I saw a very colourful fish in the water. You don’t see that a lot at home.” 

“True.” 

“Also, I ordered a drink for you if that was alright. One of the servers will bring it over soon. Virgin Piña colada?” 

“You got it.” 

“Ooh, I almost forgot! I gave your number to the cute bartender.” 

“Cool-” You froze suddenly, looking up from your book with wide eyes. “I’m sorry - You what?!” Y/F/N smirked to herself, giving you a look of innocence. 

“I gave your number.. to the bartender.” She slowed her speech, giggling when your cheeks heated up a significant amount and you dropped your book. “Don’t be like that! You need to get laid, my friend.” 

“You need to tell me these things if-” 

“He’s the one with the bandana if you were interested. Has a couple tattoos, too - He’s definitely your type.” She pointed over the bar. You followed her line of sight, locking gazes with- Oh, he’s nice-looking. “And his name is Harry. Cute, right?” If even possible, your cheeks turned even redder when this so-called Harry waved at you, a flirty smile on his face. You turned back immediately, your heart racing and your palms growing a little clammy. 

“Well, I don’t want to disappoint, but I won’t even be talking to him, so, ha.” You shrugged casually, watching as Y/F/N stood up from her spot. “Where’re you going?” 

“Back into the water.” She watched as you stood up to join her. “You can’t join me now, honey. You lost your chance forty minutes ago.” 

“But-” 

“Too late - Harry’s coming over.” She grinned, laughing lightly at your look of desperation before she was padding off. 

“A virgin Piña colada for.. Y/N?” Even his voice was attractive. And that accent.. You looked up and smiled politely, thanking him as you took the drink from the tray. 

“Oh, thank you.” You were currently racking through your brain, trying desperately to not seem so awkward. “Do you think maybe I could get some extra maraschino cherries? I really like them.” 

“Yeah, of course! They’re usually a little extra but it’s on the house. Did yeh wanna come over and join me at the bar? My shift’s about t’ end and- I’m Harry, by the way. Should’ve started with that instead.” He laughed, your heart practically melting at how cute he was. “Your friend is very persistent, by the way.” He teased, gesturing over to Y/F/N. You turned to see her shooting you a thumbs up and a wave. “You don’ have to join me, if you don’ want to, but-”

“No, I’ll come. Throw in a bag of mini pretzels too, while you’re at it.” You joked, walking with Harry as he led you over to the bar.

“Deal.” 

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Confessions

Character(s): The8 (Minghao) x Reader

Words: 652

Rated: F (Fluff)

Request: Can you do a scenario with Minghao (the8) where he’s trying to confess but keeps getting interrupted. <3 –ANON

Author’s Note: This is my first scenario request! I’m so excited! I REALLY HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR! Thanks for requesting!

Today is just an ordinary day, well for you. You would sit in Korean/ Chinese boy band, Seventeen’s, dance rehearsal. You became friends with them through their choreographer, also your sister. Ever since then you always had your eye on one particular person, Minghao, or The8 as most people know him. He’s so nice and caring towards everyone, including you. He’s also very handsome but you never really care about the looks.

Just the way he dances in rehearsal and onstage just amazes you. He looks so into it, especially since he’s member of the performance team. Also, to add onto that, he has an amazing voice. He can sing, dance and he’s an amazing person overall. How could you not like him? The only thing is that you don’t think he likes you back. He probably has a girlfriend anyways.

You were listening to their album (17 Carat), loudly, and then someone tapped your shoulder. You quickly look up to see The8 looking down at you, smiling. You smiled back and pulled out your earplugs.

“Do you need something?” I asked politely.

“I just wanted to tell you that everyone went to go buy some food and they promised to bring us some back.”

You looked around to see an oddly, empty dance studio. You looked up to him and said thank you for telling me. He smiled and nodded him head to say you’re welcome. You put your headphones in and watched Minghao dance around the room. You fell into a trance just watching him. You quickly noticed that he was getting frustrated fairly quickly. You took out you earplugs and slowly walked over to the music player to turn it off. He looked at you with a quizzical look on his face.

“Why’d you turn the music of Y/N?”  

“You were starting to get frustrated Minghao. That isn’t like you. What’s up? Are you okay?”

He was scratching the back of his neck in frustration and walked over to you, very fluidly.

“I’ve wanted to tell you something for a while now and it’s been killing me to not let you know this. Y/N I-“

Just as he was about to say it, Vernon walks in.

“Food’s he-… ohhhhhh, my bad. Carry on.”

He leaves out and closes the door behind him. You and Minghao are alone again. He’s staring at you deeply.

“As I was saying, I-“

He rolled his eyes and bit his lip to not scream at the person that just interrupted him. You both look to see Dino run in along with Vernon.

“I told you not to come in Dino! Sorry The8.”

“I just want to eat man!”

Vernon finally walks out with a whining Dino. You quietly giggled at the two and The8 couldn’t help but smile at your adorableness.

“I like you, Y/N. Like a lot.”

You looked at him to study his eyes. Did you hear him right? He likes ME?

“You don’t have to say anything yet Y/N. Just please don’t say it yet. It’s fine if you don’t like me back. I-“

Before you could say anything back you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He almost immediately kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You pulled away and looked him in his eyes.

“I like you too, Minghao. Like a lot.”

You both laughed and share another kiss. You then hear S. Coups behind the door, yelling “That’s my boy” along with cheers and yelling from the other member’s and your sister.

All you and Minghao could do was laugh.

AN: This is my first imagine! Kinda bittersweet…I’m excited, buut I’m nervous that no one will like this. I would really appreciate feedback. Also, feel free to request imagines! Also, I do NOT own this gif.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader (Partially Pietro x Reader)

Plot: You had been sitting in the tower for quite sometime, when everyone finally got back from the Ultron battle. You greeted everyone, and couldn’t help but notice three new faces. One in particular caught your eye…

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“Meeting the New Recruits”

You were very frustrated and plagued with boredom. Tony and Cap, actually every member of the team, thought it would be best if you stayed out of this battle. “I should be out there. They need me!” You protested while teleporting a tissue box in and out of the room.

“It’s too dangerous Y/N. You aren’t ready yet.” You recalled the team claiming. The tissue box you were teleporting soon fell to the floor, when you heard the elevator ping.

“Luuucccy, I’m home!” Tony joking yelled.

“Lucy? I do not recall Y/N’s name being Lucy?” Thor said, clearly puzzled.

“It’s a reference, Volts.” Tony explained.

You greeted everyone with a smile and a slight nod, but something seemed off. You scanned the room, seeing three extra figures.

Cap noticed your puzzled expression. “Oh, Y/N these are the new recruits.” He motioned for them to step forward.

“New recruits?”

“Yes, this is The Vision. He’s an android.”

Vision stuck out his hand for you to shake. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” You smiled.

Cap continued to introduce the recruits,”This is Wanda.”

You shook Wanda’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Wanda.”

She smiled and nodded,”I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Cap smiled,”And this is Pietro, Wanda’s twin.”

You froze; your heart began racing at the site of Pietro.

He ran his fingers through his hair in a quick motion. Finally, he reached his hand out, “Hello.”

You quickly snapped out of your daze.”H-hi.”

“I’ve never seen Y/N so speechless.” Tony chuckled.

You turned to see the whole team staring and smiling. You quickly let go of Pietro’s hand.

“Oh, shut it Stark!” You turned swiftly, trying to hide the blush you could feel creeping up you face. You haven’t felt this way in a long time. I mean, how could you? You just met him for gosh sakes.

Nat could tell you were embarrassed,”Let’s go get something to eat; I’m starving!”

Everyone piled into the kitchen.

You lingered on, still feeling the warmth of blush on your face.

You were going to enjoy these new recruits…

(Sorry! It’s so short!)