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I genuinely think that by some paradox DC was WAY more inclusive and "woke" in the '90 than now. Like so many POC characters, the firsts queer relationship in comics, many more disabled characters and representation than today. Not all of them were written well, mind you, but at least they were doing something instead of just showing up during Pride moth and then disappearing in limbo forever after a couple of cheesy lines. And we are not talking enough of all the disabilities erasure in the last years.
#roy harper#joey wilson#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#The “dragon ladies” were more complex too#sandra woosan#lady shiva#talia al ghul#jade nguyen#shado#renee montoya#jefferson pierce#anissa pierce#grace choi#dc comics#I can't tag everyone you get the memo#Also I haven't forgotten about Risk dying in Nightwing
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Yandere! Best Friend
Hello everyone, I haven't posted in a while so I'm making an attempt at writing as much as I can in result of that. I hope you enjoy and please never hesitate in reaching out to me.
Alessandra has always felt an immensely deep connection towards you, you were simply enchanting. She felt as if she was an English sailor at sea and you were a painfully beautiful siren, luring her to experience nothing but bliss.
She tries her absolute hardest to hide her annoyance when you mention another person when the two of you are hanging out. The most she'll do is mumble an "mhm", but you bet she's rolling her eyes as soon as you turn your back. She can pretend to enjoy the presence of others when you all hang out in a group but she can only do it for so long. Eventually, everyone else will notice her irritation when they take your attention away from her, the smile she once had fading from her face each time.
Can't you see she only wants you? She only needs YOU. She could care less about the apparent need everyone else has to always be socializing and meeting new people, she's got you and that's never going to change.
Alessandra is constantly inviting you out to the cinema, the state fair, the mall, her house, absolutely any place that she can ask you to go to.
When you accept to go to her house for a movie night turned sleepover, she fails her attempt at hiding her childlike glee. She's changing into the pink silk nightgown she bought just for this occasion, spooning you in her pillow filled bed and nuzzling her face into your neck.
Will she smell the perfume you applied onto your neck and go shopping for one with the exact same scent? Of course not.
yes, she will.
Her hands are always wandering but never to an extreme extent. You'll find that her hands are constantly either on your waist or grasping at your hand. You could be standing in front of her and she'll place her hand onto your clothed waist right before softly squeezing it.
You could mention a horror movie that you absolutely love and she'll gift you the film on dvd the next day. When she picks you up for your day out together, you'll answer the door and find her standing with two cups of iced coffee in hand, her flashing a sweet smile as soon as she sees you.
Whenever you call her or send a voice memo of yourself ranting and crying about something, you better get ready to hear her knocking on your window. She'll softly place her hand onto your cheek as she looks at you with the softest look the world has ever seen, "I'll always be here, okay? Ya can't get rid of me and I'll do anything to see that pretty little smile again. So, tell me, who did it, huh? Who made you cry?" You'd be a bit hesitant to tell her about the person that upset you so much as you're aware of how aggressive she can be towards others, but you know that if you don't tell her, she'll find out another way.
It's not strange for Alessandra to call you several terms of endearment. She just can't help it, okay?
Alessandra was born into a family filled to the brim with money, so, if they're going on a trip, you're coming with them. She'll convince your parents to let you tag along and would be absolutely ecstatic when they agree to let you go. "Don't worry about it, I'll take good care of 'er"
Whenever you're eating a meal together, she will always jump to the opportunity to feed you. At first, you'd decline sheepishly as the thought of her doing such a thing made you a bit flustered but she'd eventually convince you, "But it'll make me happy", she says with her pouted lips and big, sad eyes.
#yandere oc x you#yandere headcanons#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere oc x y/n#yandere oneshot#yandere#obsessive love#yandere oc x reader#obsessive yandere#yandere x reader#x reader#yandere x darling#oc x you#x y/n#x you#x you fluff#x you smut#x y/n smut#x yn#yandere fanfiction#fanfic#fantasy#dark fantasy#yandere fantasy#female oc x reader#female yandere#female y/n#female yandere x reader#yandere x y/n
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I wish to hear more about Murphy the feed store guy who is apparently getting freaked out by König paying full price
Murphy is like 70 years old and owns the feed store. The store has a name but nobody uses it because the sign is so old and the paint is so worn that everyone just calls it by the owner's name. "Murphy's" easy. The only thing that's really of note about Murphy or the store is that Murphy loves to haggle.
See every item in the store is slapped with a hilariously high price tag, so high that any farmer with half a brain would look at it and go, "Now hold on, that don't look right to me." But this is Murphy's design. Everyone in town knows that if you go to the feed store you gotta be prepared to haggle, gotta be prepared to stick to your guns and not wilt under Murphy's overgrown catapillar brows and eager grin. It's Goose's favorite part of shopping, and the rest of the 141 find out on their first trip to Murphy's what is expected and why.
One man in town has not gotten the memo. One man is trying to be polite and just pay Murphy for his wares. One man is 7 feet tall and stares Murphy down in a way that makes his stomach churn when he tells him he is happy to pay full price.
"You're sure I can't interest you in a discount?" Murphy asks hesitantly. König tips his head forward looking at the neatly notated order list and the prices. He looks back at Murphy, eyes boring holes into him, expression unreadable behind the bandana mask.
"Nein, I am sure you are asking what is fair." Murphy feels his stomach drop, is this guy trying to intimidate him? Is he trying to say something about his pricing practices? Murphy dabs his forehead with a handkerchief.
"You're a loyal customer, a discount would be-" König holds up a hand to stop him.
"You are very kind, but I am sure you need the money more than I do." Jesus christ. Murphy is starting to sweat. Is this guy trying to say the store is in disrepair? That he thinks business is bad?
"Hey buddy, you a fuckin' moron or what?" Moon asks behind König. Murphy sweats more watching König turn to face her. His eyes sweeping high and then tipping his head down to look at her. König's eyes narrow.
"Ah, hello sister." König says pleasantly, Moon stares up at him with all the patience of a woman parked next to a fire hydrant, "I did not know nuns were allowed to swear."
Murphy tries to motion for Moon to absolutely not respond to that. She blows a bubble with her gum and snaps it at König. "I'll say a Hail Mary later," she tells him, "Who are you supposed to be? Zorro?"
Murphy says a quick prayer: please dear God do not let your disciple start another fight in his store, not with this giant man.
"König, and you are?" The giant asks, tipping his head to the side, his fingers twitching too close to his holster for Murphy's liking.
"You like moonshine König?" Moon pulls a flip phone from her pocket, ignoring König's question.
"I do not know what that is."
"Fantastic." Murphy motions again, desperately, for Moon to maybe stop with the sales pitch. Just for his own health. König turns to look at him mid gesture.
"This is very rude," he tells him, mimicking the gestures Murphy had made, "we are trying to have a conversation."
"Of course," Murphy tells him, holding his hands up placatingly, "don't mind me." König nods, Moon raises a brow at Murphy. It's weird seeing him like this, he's usually so commanding. She looks up at König who is waiting patiently for her to continue their conversation.
Oh she is going to upcharge the hell out of this dumbass.
#oc: Murphy#oc: Moon#cowboy!König#why did you want this? what do you care about Murphy#König is big and twitchy and doesnt blink a lot it freaks Murphy out#why the fuck are you comfortable paying 200% markup dude?#Moon does absolutely extort this man#texting Goose about the giant weirdo freaking Murphy out and paying full price#goose: lol dumbass how much are you gonna charge him for corn?#moon: sends along upcharged number#goose: that might actually be more illegal than the fact that youre distilling in the woods. dont do that#ghoul speaks
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Randomly got a spur of motivation to write so I'm writing requests that were sent when they were closed
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Fandom: Ace Attorney
Character: Apollo Justice
Author:Mod Betty
Warnings/tags: kabedon(against a wall),misunderstandings,confession,reader is a prosecutor and friends with Apollo
Reader is gender neutral
Word count: 559 words
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Apollo has found himself quite in the predicament. Lately the prosecution wasn't Klavier or some rando he forgot about the minute he left the courtroom.Oh no it was much worse,it was you.The red clad lawyer is head over heels in love amd everyone else knows….Well everyone except you apparently. Mainly because Apollo has been avoiding you like the plague. He couldn't be anywhere near you without his cheeks flushing red,stuttering or stumbling in his words.He can't look this pathetic in front of you! But of course you didn't know that and you often found yourself questioning his actions.You've been friends for so long so why is he suddenly so distant?Did you accidentally say something wrong? Was he upset after a trial? You didn't know and it has been eating you alive,until one day you couldn't take it anymore.
The trial was tough,not necessarily because the case itself was hard,rather all you could think about was how you'll approach Apollo after this. Apollo also had his own dilemma, he couldn't really focus when you just looked so pretty,he was focused on your face,eyes,nose,lips,what suit you chose to wear in this case,the sound of your voice,everything. Trucy had to snap him out of his lovesick gaze and focus on the case at hand. Eventually things got sorted out and they began leaving the courtroom. While in the lobby Apollo managed to see you from the corner of his eye and told Trucy they should go but before they could rush out of there,you're already in front of him.
"Excuse me, but can I borrow Apollo for a second? It won't take long, just need to have a private chit chat " you say,hoping Trucy would get the memo. And she did as she gave Apollo a smirk before leaving much to his dismay.Great there's no way out of this.
"S-So uh what did you-" Apollo couldn't even finish his question before getting pushed against the wall,you hand right besides his."Don't pull that shit on me Apollo,spit it out,why have you been avoiding me?" You demand,not taking note of how your current position was rather…intimate. Apollo could barely utter a response, his face red as his uniform. "Apollo?" Unable to contain it anymore he blurts out."I'VEBEENAVOIDINGYOUBECAUSEILIKEYOU" in a rather loud voice. Despite how fast he was talking, you understood every word. "Huh? Wait, hold on! You're telling me this whole time you had a crush on me!?" You were flabbergasted, to say the least. "Of course! Everyone knew, so I thought you did too…I mean, how can I not!? Just look at you! You're a well-respected prosecutor, and y-you're just so..so perfect! I mean the way you talk and your stance,not to mention your charm and beaut-" Apollo cut himself off ,realizing he's rambling and should probably stop embarrassing himself when suddenly he heard you giggle "Man, I'm an idiot, here I thought you hated me or something, turns out it's the complete opposite" you laugh,face palming,your own cheeks flush. Apollo stood there and asked "so…do you…reciprocate?" You laugh again,inching closer."What kind of question is that, Mr. Justice? 'Course I do" *you smile before pressing your lips on his.
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modern au where jack and davey meet at a con but jack isn't super into con-culture, he's just there bc race didn't want to go alone. not that he hates it! it's really fun, just not his scene.
but then he sees a 6'5 guy in a spiderman cosplay- not just a cheap costume, one that actually has semi-working web shooters and moving eyes and other details like that- and jack falls in love. like legitimately falls head over heels for this dude. bc he may not be a fanboy but Fuck he really likes superheroes and hot guys. and it becomes his mission to 1) see him without the mask and 2) get his number (if he's gay).
but plans don't always work.
jack manages to get a picture with him under the guise of showing his little brother back home, and they start talking a little afterwards so the guy pulls the mask up above his nose and mouth, but everything else is still hidden. jack swoons so hard he can barely talk. it's not his fault this God of a man is really hot and also funny and nice
they do have to go their separate ways, though, after some pretty heavy flirting- No Name Spider-Man had to go find his friend, who jack knows is named "Kath" because she called him and he said her name. it sucks for jack bc jack was super into the flirting and he felt like they were getting somewhere, too. but Spider-Man has to rush away and that's the last time jack sees him.
until! he gets to the hotel room that night and all he can talk about is the Spider-Man guy. race is sick of it so he posts the photo on Twitter with the caption:
hey if you were spidey at the con today and you have a bestie named kath: my brother thinks you're really hot. dm so he'll shut tf up
and what started as a harmless little tweet goes semi-viral with everyone trying to find this guy. kath sees the tweet, sends it to davey, and davey makes an entirely new Twitter just to talk to jack: but he still won't take off the spidey mask.
thus begins their flirting. davey remains anonymous and jack remains falling head over heels for this dude who's face he doesn't know. he eventually learns that his name is David, eventually learns he lives in Manhattan, eventually learns that they even go to the same university. this carries on for weeks; they flirt and talk about anything and everything, from how their day is going to what their weekend plans are to their deepest darkest secrets shared over Twitter DMs at three in the morning. they get really close, but the mystery is still there: who is David? jack can't find his main account, and they only talk on the Spider-Man account David made for that original message.
it's by random chance that jack stumbles into a little hole-in-the-wall café off campus where his barista sounds eerily similar to spidey from the con/spidey from voice memos on twitter.
barista boy sure is smiling at him a lot. barista boy has a spidey tattoo behind his ear. barista boy's name tag says David on it.
jack pauses his order. he puts two and two together.
"...Found you. Hi, Davey."
"Hi, Jackie. I don't know whether or not I should be creeped out or flattered."
"Wh-- Oh, no, I wasn't- I didn't, like, stalk you or anything, I'm so--"
"How about you make it up to me by taking me out to dinner?"
"Fucking finally. You're on."
#JUST !! marvel nerd davey. particularly comics but mcu is fun too sometimes#jack not being super into fandom culture but he really likes superheroes- particularly spiderman- and occasionally draws fanart#this is just my excuse for davey to be fun and mysterious and jack to be really into it#jack kelly#newsies#davey jacobs#david jacobs#livesies#jac txt.#newsies musical#javid#javey
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this has already been said a million times but ig some people never got the memo so here I am.
when a fic updates and it's been a while (be that a month, a semester, a year, multiple years, a fucking decade or maybe several of those) YOU DON'T SUDDENLY GET A FREE PASS TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO THE AUTHOR
some things for your consideration:
the fic author is not paid for this creative effort and also needs to spend time actually supporting themselves financial
the fic author is not a robot that cranks out creative material. breaks are needed, sometimes people leave fandoms and come back much later. it is human and it is natural. some people can't completely obsess over one single fic consistently and also write stuff for it, and thus cannot consistently give you chapters. sometimes, "consistently" also means not as soon as you'd like. please find your brain from the lost and found and realize that if someone is updating and has not abandoned their fic, that is an absolute win and definitely not a given
the fic author is a human being that just so might wanna engage in hobbies and relationships (platonic and/or romantic), which takes time
you should keep in mind that it takes a lot of fucking brainpower to have an idea, like the idea, decide to write the idea, find the time to write the idea, find the inspiration to continue said idea, ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE THE IDEA, and find it in yourself to publish it
you are entitled to nothing. actually, since I'm a nice, empathetic person, I'll ammend that. the only thing you might be entitled to is an edit at the tags saying 'fyi next chapter is gonna take a while'. you deserve no explanation. I deserve no explanation. if the author comes back after years to update I will go to the comments and tell them how surprised and happy I am and then talk about the fic. be a bit more like that please
if you don't like the updating frequency, consider DOING IT YOUR FUCKING SELF (and talking about it with the fic author if you got inspired by said fic, and definitely giving credit).
if you don't like the updating frequency, consider NOT READING OR COMMENTING ON THE FIC or just maybe READING A DIFFERENT FIC (don't like don't read is always in effect babes, this is fanfiction, if i started saying shit under every fic with a premise that made me grimace I'd have made so many people and myself so upset)
this is not one of those cases where you can make it other people's problem. the author has every right to take as much time as they fucking want. I don't see you writing this exact fic in their exact circumstances, so kindly shut up
okay, for real, though. you can't know. the author could be going through anything, including but not limited to childbirth, divorce, grief, mental health issues, physical health issues, schoolwork (not everyone is an academic genius samantha, let people take their time), friendship/romance drama. they could also, fyi, just wanna take a break. nothing wrong with that. it's actually the recommended course of action to avoid burnout in case you hadn't heard. literally who do you think you are to take an issue with that? their fucking publisher? do you have a deadline to meet harold? is your pay based on this? what was that? no? okay cool then shut it.
how fucking dare you complain about how fast a literal human being with an entire life outside of fanfiction can write literally so many words about something new.
btw this is what inspired all of this
one of my favorite fics updated after... well three months maybe? and I spot this in the comment section as I go to drop my own comment. literally how dare you. do you understand how discouraging and infuriating it is to see some random person say this about your brainchild?? im glad you're liking the fic berryl but if you have an issue with the time between updates, keep it to yourself, read another fic, or write your own fic.
#ao3#ao3 etiquette#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#fan fiction#fic etiquette#fandom#deelay words#(i have a lot of those on this subject as you can see)#rant post#ranting#long post
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so basically u believe lesbians cant be fags because fag means "mlm" but it literally doesnt. give me one source where that is said
Nah nigga miss me with this discourse 😭😭😭 do what you want forever I'm not your mommy or daddy, and as a bisexual person the last thing I want to do is impose like. Rules onto other people. I don't care. I'm secure enough in my sexuality that someone using Special Words "wrong" means nothing to me.
However, what I am saying (assuming this is about my tags on the "fagdyke as an identity has morphed into a sign of being homophobic/transmisogynistic rather than just another way of being") is that there are a lot of people who are fagdykes on this site but seem to kiss the memo on uh...what a faggot is. Yes, lesbians, and bi women as well, can be faggots-ask any transfem/transmasc person who are part time dudes/women or identify as men and women...ask ME, if you want. But its really weird to see people identify this way piss and shit and moan about gay men+gnc men+trans women+really any amab/masc/transfeminine queer sexuality or just not participate in faggotry at all yet call themselves this.
I guess my point, and many people's point is that why identify this way if you have no cocksucker tendencies+you can't be normal about other cocksuckers/people who identify with being a faggot, which is half the label. It's very tiresome trying to meet others like you and they're a masc/butch woman that thinks fagdyke is a variant of butchness where you win lesbianism but now you call yourself a new word when it's more about (in MY OPINION-everyone sees it differently) identifying with both gay men and women in some way and expressing yourself in that way, hence the mishmash of slurs. The last thing people need is trying to find others like them just to be hit with the "I hate faggots they're all predators and oppress me and make me and my wombyn sisters feel unsafe" beam when visiting a so-called fagdyke's blog.
If anything, I'd rather get an ask explaining that than an ask accusing me of being a gatekeeper. Do what you want forever. What I want to know is what the appeal of this label is to people that have all dyke no fag in them AND disgust for faggy people and trans women. Like why do this. Lol
#asks#its also very very common for wlw fagdykes to retreat into womanhood when it's convenient/to express disgust with other lgbt people#''it isn't bad because I'm wearing my dyke hat!'' is. bad. lol. at a certain point some people have to be honest about themselves#and their expression and realize it's just not gonna stick if you feel more like a lesbian than you do a faggot. it's fine to be that!#just don't pretend you have faggotry in you when you have 0 desire for cock and hate transfemininity and gay/bi men's way of life lol
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if you don't feel comfortable reading, this is basically a notice saying that for now i am still on a break from posting but when i return, i think that my posting schedule will be changing from 3-4 to 1-2 fics/requests a week or random until further notice
i do not expect to be gone too long because im too feral for that but this is a general explanation i guess :)
!!TW!! E.D!! (eating disorder)
hi my lovies ♡ so you've probably already noticed by now if you have been following me for awhile that my posting schedule has shifted sporadically over the past few months and i post fics much less regularly than i did when i started out
if you have followed me recently then this will probably not affect the speed you see my fics in, this post is primarily so that my older followers know why i have been slower in releasing my series', wips, requests etc
i love posting for all of you and hearing all your positive feedback and comments but unfortunately my eating disorder has resurged and it's just not possible for me to prioritise posting over fixing this and my wellbeing as i've had a lot of not nice thoughts biting their way in again. i also don't think anyone will be surprised when i say that this fandom has also driven in some stress and discomfort recently so i need a break away from that as well even though so many people have been so nice to me on here
!! HOWEVER !!
i will still be posting as often as i feel comfortable with so this is not a goodbye and the longest i think i will be gone might be two weeks at longest (i'll put up another statement if it does end up being longer than that)
for now fic recs have been on hiatus because i plainly haven't had the time to read them but when i get back oh ho ho i have a big ole spam list for you
it means so much to me that so many of you have followed, interacted and supported me since i made this account in november, i never expected this to be more than just an outlet for my writing, i am so grateful to you all and for all of my beloved moots that i met here who are all the loveliest people ever i love you all very much and can't wait to binge your works when i return, enjoy the thea spam ♡♡♡
and to everyone who has gotten to the bottom of this page, it matters so much to me that people genuinely care about what i put out so thank you for listening and as far as interactions go, don't be afraid if you get a message or reply from @simp-aholic after interacting (which is still very welcome), that's my other account, i won't be checking this account too often during my break but im still fairly active over there ♡♡♡ i am aware that i do not need to explain myself but i did want to help anyone who might be confused, or not have got the memo that im on a break, understand where i've been and what to expect until i come back
you have all been so lovely to me,
mwah buh bye ♡
(also to all my moots tagging me i swear i'll get to it when i come back! i am very much looking forward to it!)
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Evie @energievie tagged me in an end of year writer interview! This is such a cool idea.
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1. How many works do you have on AO3?
15! I plan to increase that by a lot next year!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Just shy of 62k.
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Since Prom - Steddie, E
An Offer - Kanej, T
back to the past - Steddie, T WIP
Coach H - Steddie, T
Kinktober Drabbles - various, E WIP (it's finished on tumbr. I just need to move the last few to AO3 lmao)
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Ngl, I struggle with this. I want to. I see and cherish every single one! But I forget to reply, or I don't know what to say, or I don't check for comments for a month and when I finally see them, I feel like it's too late. 😅
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
That would be A Coat Or A Blanket. Angst is not my forte. I want happy endings for everyone.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Probably Since Prom? Or Arrivals. Just because there's an actual plot and a real ending lol.
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not yet. But maybe in the future? 🤷
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Yes lol. It was on a kinktober fic. Ao3 rule number 1: don't like, don't read. Apparently they didn't get the memo. 🤣
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Most of my fics are kinktober! So kinky, gay sex. 😏 That'll change next year. I mean that I plan to write a lot of non-kinktober stuff, not that I won't be writing kikny, gay sex.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so 👀
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed. Seriously, if you ever want to collab, lmk! 😄
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Currently, it's Gallavich. But my favorite of all time is Drarry.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
It's one I haven't even started posting yet. It's a Gallavich soul mate AU where the pair have special gifts centered around eye contact. Mickey can see soul mates and Ian severs soul mate connections. I'm absolutely in love with it but I'm also kinda struggling to get through it. 😭😭😭
15. What are your writing strengths?
Word limits. I love the challenge of trying to portray certain emotions or situations in a limited amount of time, and I feel like I'm really good at it. I don't have to get caught up in details, I can just make my readers feel in just a few sentences.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Pacing lol. I don't have patience, I always end up rushing my ending.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
2 situations. If the POV character doesn't speak the language, I try to limit it to things that can be easily assumed without need for translation. Expletives, nicknames, or recognizable phrases. Unless, of course, the POV character is meant to not understand what is being said. And 2, if the POV character speaks the language, I'll usually have them translate in their thoughts. I just want the reader to be on the same level of understanding as the POV character.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter. That was way back in the day. I posted my first fic in 2010. 🤣 On my current account, it was Six of Crows.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Hooo boy. Doctor Who comes to mind. I'm obsessed with the idea of Fourteen and Jack Harkness meeting again. I've always wanted to do something for Criminal Minds. I'll probably dip my toe into Supernatural, too. I've done drabbles for Mungrove, Harringrove, and Harringroveson, but i'd also like to do full fics for them. Idk, I've always got too many ideas.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Either Since Prom or Coming Soon To Home Video. I can't pick.
If you write fanfiction, you should totally do this! Consider this me, tagging you.
Our just giving you cake. 🍰
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One Line Any Fic
Tagged by the lovely @ravens-words.
Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! then tag 10 people.
A bad Day To Break Down (Tarlos)
As soon as Nancy hangs up, Carlos is dialing TK’s number, cursing in Spanish as TK’s voicemail kicks in. Trying two more times and still getting TK’s voicemail, Carlos quickly gets dressed, grabs his keys, and even takes his gun from the safe in their bedroom.
A Shock To The System (Tarlos)
“No, Mijo, this isn’t your fault. Please don’t be so hard on yourself,” Andrea soothed him, her motherly voice surrounding him like one of those warm embraces his mother used to give when he felt like everything was collapsing around him. That tone had always meant family, home, and safety to him, and TK had been sure he had lost it with his mother’s death. Until this moment. “He’s strong, my Carlitos. He would never leave this world knowing you were right here waiting for him. He has to be fine,” Andrea continued, her words sounding so sure, giving him the strength he needed. “Pray with me, Mijo.”
I Could Really Use A Hug (Tarlos)
TK doesn’t know how much time has passed when he notices his dad and Tommy come into the bunk room, hesitantly standing at the door but not approaching. They're having a quiet conversation he can’t hear. His dad eventually begins to start toward him but Tommy’s hand on his shoulder stops him as she nods to the left, looking at something or someone outside the room.
That first night TK,That night i told myself seeing you at the bar. "I'm going to Marry him." (Tarlos)
“Yeah babe, that night while I was leaning against the bar, I noticed you smiling and laughing with your new crew. I was in awe. I never thought I would find someone in Austin. I was at a loss for words until I walked up to you when your friends went dancing. I knew then I just had to ask you to at least dance with me........"
Actually TK He is My Ex-Boyfriend (Tarlos)
“Oh just spit it out!!, it can’t be that bad, He mess up your organised desk, or has done something to disrupt you being a control freak ” TK replied sarcastically, laughing as he finished.
Why Can't things ever be simple? (Tarlos)
“My team has, I’m so happy I found you and your both okay. Or just about. What happened here, mate.” Tk asks as he crouched down in front of the injured boy.
“ We ran into a coyote, we tried to run but max fell. I think he broke his leg.” Chris explained.
We're a family, we will always have each others backs! (Tarlos+Firefam)
“How the heck did I miss that memo Strand” Captain Jacobs booms from behind them.
Everyone jumped at his sudden appearance.
“ That explains everything much clearer now, especially since you struggle to do your job correctly,” Samuels exclaims.
Am I Not Good Enough? (Tarlos/2x06 Coda)
“Hey” Carlos tips Tk’s chin up to look at him “If it’s got you this upset, it’s not stupid”
Pulling away from Carlos, Tk looks back down and spills everything that has been on his mind all day. What his father said, what happened at the minefield and how he found the bottle of wine in the bottom cupboard while making dinner.
Why Does It Always Happen To TK? (Tarlos)
Not hearing Matt Talking to him, Tk interrupts “Sorry Matt, but I really need to get back to my table my boyfriends waiting for me”. Looking a little shocked at matts closeness Tk took a step back. Realising the predicament he’s now in, Tk tried to look for any kind of escape. Watching everyone around them having a good time, TK realised he needed to sort this out by himself, so TK moved around Matt to walk away from him.
A Blast From The Past (Tarlos)
Tk’s vision slowly started to come back into focus and the words around him became clearer. Tk felt tired. It had been years since he had a panic attack that bad. New York, Tk’s mind registered. Remembering it slightly and realisation dawned on him as he slowly looked around at the crowd who had gathered, looking for the cause of his panic attack.
Well that was more than a sentence. But i couldn't just choose one line from each paragraph lol. hope you enjoyed these snippets and want to read more.
Tagging : @sapphire11,@chaotictarlos, @detective-giggles, @noxsoulmate, @tarlos-spain. @beautifulhigh.
#one line fic game#tarlos#tk strand#carlos reyes#911ls#fanficiton#ravens-words#tagged#tarlos fanfiction#sneak peaks
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I posted 2,036 times in 2021
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My Top Posts in 2021
#5
can we see some fics where everyone is in love with stiles?
That sound easy! Who couldn't like him?
Jealousy it’s A Thing by Carerra_os
(1/1 I 3,925 I Mature I Sterek)
Basically the gist is: Allison and Scott start paying a lot of attention to Stiles, people start noticing, and none of them manage to not be jealous. Derek has the biggest issue with it.
Finger Food by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle
(4/4 I 19,134 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek Hale didn't expect for his mother to give him the alpha power. Especially not before he graduated high school. He also didn't expect to meet another teenage alpha, Scott McCall. Or his human best friend, Stiles. He didn't expect himself to be fixated on Stiles long and slender fingers. Or his exceptional skills in the kitchen. Derek didn't expect a lot of things. Then again, sometimes that unexpected turned out to be a good thing.
The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! by frownypup
(3/3 I 35,355 I Explicit)
It turns out that the words ‘a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill’s pack’ became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles’ existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun.
Derek Hale has something he needs to say about it.
Same Old Bullshit, but Freshly Imported! by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)
(46/46 I 44,522 I Not Rated I Steter)
Small things from tumblr, put over here for the people not willing to subject themselves to tumblr. I get it, guys.
This is Beacon Hills by Weesageechak
(10/12 I 177,760 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles is the new kid in town. He's not amused at the prospect of having to spend the rest of his high school years in the pit of utter boredom that is Beacon Hills, with its painfully suburban neighborhoods and mind-numbingly tedious citizens. However, Stiles can't shake off this peculiar feeling - like he's missing something, like the whole town is in on a conspiracy, even his dorky dad, and - what on earth is up with this dude called Derek Hale?
As the veil is gradually being pulled back on the deeply magical place that is Beacon Hills, Stiles suddenly finds himself in the middle of supernatural affairs in a town full of crazypeople and before he even knows what hit him, he's already in too deep. Beacon Hills has profoundly and irrevocably changed him, and Stiles - he wouldn't want it to be any different.
448 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 21:34:19 GMT
#4
Hello! I don't know if you're still doing asks, but I was wondering if you had any disabled Stiles fics? Blind, deaf, paralyzed etc? If not thats okay but if so thank you so much!
AND
Hey! I just finished reading Cornerstone and Windows on ao3 and I was wondering if you knew of any other blind fics? It doesn't have to be Stiles being blind. I'm just curious. Thank you! I get all my favorite fics from you!
Here you go, Stiles with a disability.
Windows by dr_girlfriend
(28/28 I 83,017 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.
Excerpt:
“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.
“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”
“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.
“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”
“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”
“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”
Cornerstone by Vendelin
(6/6 I 83,738 I Explicit I Sterek)
Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.
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Darkness Before Dawn by lanoirpapillon
(1/1 I 856 I Teen I Sterek)
"Due to the actions of the Alpha pack, Stiles goes blind. After the threat is gone, Stiles has to learn to live without his sight, and maybe Derek would make the perfect seeing-eye wolf."
Nothing is Over by CinnamonLily
(1/1 I 2,083 I General I Steter)
Stiles had the perfect life, until his mate died. Again. It's been nine months, and he's not doing well. In fact, he resents everyone else's happiness and has become a hermit on autopilot. Somehow, he's forgotten that Peter never stays dead.
I See You Better by theroguesgambit
(1/1 I 4,686 I Teen I Sterek)
He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.
At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.
Clueless by HappyJuicyfruit
(1/1 I 4,748 I General I No Pairing)
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560 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 21:34:30 GMT
#3
Dylan was only in Infinite for less than 10 minutes. Of course, he made the most with what little he had. I've seen some reviews and comments saying that the movie would be a bit better if he traded roles with Mark Wahlberg since Mark was a terrible actor and had zero charisma.
I really thought that would be the case. I think Wahlberg is so overrated. He just squints a lot. I'd much rather see an hour and a half of Dylan. Thanks for the heads up.
643 notes • Posted 2021-06-14 18:48:38 GMT
#2
Hi! Thank you for all the work you do! Your page is amazing!Do you have any fics you can think of where Derek struggles with control because he’s so into stiles? Or just your all time favorite smuts ?
Yeah!
in the pitch black clubs by scepticallyopenminded
(1/1 I 989 I Mature)
“Are you…stalking someone?” he asks when Derek doesn’t offer up a response. He cocks his head to the side, squinting, “Are you stalking me?”
Derek flares his nose as he huffs, glare hardening, and Stiles’ other eyebrow joins the first as he takes a sip of his rum and ginger.
“Do you even know what kind of creatures are here?”
Hot to Frot by LadyDrace
(1/1 I 1,214 I Explicit)
Derek is very hot for Stiles' bod, and no one is complaining.
Losing Control by StaciNadia
(1/1 I 2,932 I General)
Derek wasn't expecting to lose control during the three consecutive supermoons and start courting Stiles.
Scent Marking For Dummies by Hatteress (goddammitstacey)
(1/1 I 8,824 I Teen)
Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.
A Little Too Much Stiles? by Erin1324
(12/? I 13,489 I Not Rated)
Derek becomes feral and is super protective over Stiles. He won't let anyone come near either of them, Scott's learned his lesson once. Stiles doesn't know how to feel about any of this, especially when Derek starts scent marking him..
Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8
(8/8 I 30,329 I Explicit)
Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
[Hilary Duff Lyric Redacted] by calrissian18
(1/1 I 40,096 I Explicit)
Stiles hadn’t been in Beacon Hills in five years, hadn’t seen Derek in nearly as long, when he got the text:
New number: (+530) 365-2421
or
An abundance of overeating and geekery, dangerous caffeine/sugar cereal addictions, surprise werewolves, bird insults, purple-eyed shrimp, reincarnated serial killers (it's cool, he has a leash), poorly played professional baseball, and a love story. In that order.
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669 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 16:02:47 GMT
#1
So I’ve been rewatching Teen Wolf and the first season has reminded me vividly of my dislike of Scott and his treatment of Derek (more specifically the fact that he told him his entire family must’ve done something to deserve being burned to death and pinning the murders on Derek when they were all trapped in the school - like really?? I know u think he’s dead but that was such a low blow, especially after he just got gutted right in front of you bc of a plan you had) and so I was wondering if you knew of any good long Sterek fics where Stiles stands up for Derek and defends him and Derek’s just like “... this tiny defenseless weak human cares about ME?”
Yeah. I got you.
Our Flame Flickers But We Won’t Go Out (We Build Our Futures With Our Mouths) by RayShippouUchiha
(1/1 I 12,620 I Explicit)
Derek faces some of the ghosts of his past and finally gains some peace as he begins to build a future for himself and his Pack. Oh and Scott arrives.
Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays
(1/1 I 17,085 I Explicit)
Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—
“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”
here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain
(1/1 I 22,322 I Teen)
“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”
And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker
(1/1 I 30,314 I Explicit I Sterek I Pack Dynamics)
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
739 notes • Posted 2021-07-25 15:08:32 GMT
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The new arrivals- Part 11 (Finale)
My master post is here with all the other parts!
Thanks for baring with me while I wasn't feeling too great! I can't believe I've written a whole series! While it may not seem like a lot to others, this really has took me out of my comfort zone in the most wonderful way. Thank you each and everyone of you for all your support in writing this! 🖤💚🖤
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Pairing: Loki x Female reader
Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, niece of Tony Stark and you run the Avengers training facility based in the Highlands of Scotland. Thor, Loki and a ship full of Asgardians arrive and you need to help.
Word count:2.4K
Warnings: SMUT (18+ Don’t make me ban you horny teens) unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), graphic violence, angst etc
“What the hell is this?” Quill yelled raising his arm towards the newly appeared Loki and Thor, “is there an intergalactic renaissance fair being held on my ship?! Did I miss the memo?!”, “Pipe down Quill” you sighed, your eyes never moving from Loki, “They’re friends, and they’ll just be leaving” you said storming over to grab Loki by the arm, dragging him down the corridor towards Gamora’s room. “What the hell are you doing here Loki?!” you whispered to him angrily, desperately trying not to burst into tears. “What am I doing here Y/N?? what are you doing?? You don’t have to bear this burden alone” he said, grabbing both your arms, slightly shaking you while a stray tear fell down his cheek. He reached his hand up to cup your face, “We’re doing this together my love.” He said gently, while trying to look into your glistening purple eyes. Using your powers, you sent him flying backwards into the metal wall. “You need to go home Loki.” You said, beginning to glow bright purple, “I can’t lose you too” you whispered, levitating as purple tears ran down your face. Using his magic Loki duplicated himself and pushed you towards the wall, making his copy disappear, pinning you against the wall, as you struggled to get free. He leaned in and passionately kissed you, making you drop back to the floor and grab the back of his neck, to deepen the kiss, as he lifted you up, pinning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Fuck, I’ve missed you” Loki moaned into your neck, between sucking and biting your most sensitive spots. “And I you” you sighed, revelling in his touch. With a wave of his hands, you where naked, the feeling of the cold metal against your body making you drip with arousal. Your slick pussy rubbing against his leather armour, your head pressing against the cold metal of his horned helmet, “Fuck me Loki. I need to feel you inside me” You moaned into his open mouth. He released his aching member, pumping it with his hand as you held onto his shoulders, he thrust into you with one swift movement, making you both cry out, as he began rhythmically fucking you up the wall, your cries echoing throughout the small metal room. He picked up the pace, taking his hand and from the wall and rubbing your swollen clit, making you writhe beneath him in pleasure, gripping onto the horns of his helmet to lift yourself up and down on his thick cock as you chased your orgasm. “Fuck, Loki!!” you screamed out as your swollen pussy pulsated around his cock, milking every drop of cum from Loki as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you Y/N” he whispered to you; his eyes still closed. “I love you too Loki” you smiled, tears falling down your cheeks. As you cleaned you both with a wave of your hand you began to get dressed, Loki’s eyes falling to the multiple pink scars on your abdomen, he sighed out loud. “I never should have put you in danger” he said, turning to face away from you, his voice full of regret. With a wave of your hand, you dressed yourself and walked over to sit next to him, his head looking at the floor, not wanting to look you in the eyes. “You wouldn’t have been able to stop me Loki” you said while wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. “Just like I apparently can’t stop you from coming after me” you smiled rocking him slightly, making Loki smile despite himself. “Knock knock” Thor’s voice sang from the corridor outside the room as he appeared at the doorway, his hands covering his eyes, making him nearly walk into the wall next to the door. “Are you two finished doing the dance with no pants?” he grinned, still covering his eyes. “You’ve been hanging out with Stark too much brother” Loki laughed, walking over to Thor and swatting his hands away from his eyes. “I am Groot” Groot said from the corridor, still playing his video game. “Ah brother, Y/N. have you met my new friend tree?” Thor smiled gesturing over to Groot. “I have surprisingly, given I’ve been here for hours before you Thor” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Come, he say’s we’re approaching Knowhere” Thor
said, his tone turning serious. “Oh and Y/N. Don’t ever steal my Axe again” he said, pointing Storm-Breaker at you. You raised your hands in mock defeat “Sorry about that” you said winking and giving Thor a hug, to show him there was no hard feelings. You walked past Thor and headed towards the main part of the ship, with Loki close to your back. As you looked out the main window of the bridge as you approached the dark, glowing ancient skull, that formed Knowhere. “He’s here” Gamora said, spotting the massive spaceship that loomed, larger than you could have ever imagined behind the planet. As you looked over to Loki, his face a mock façade of indifference, but when he looked you in the eyes you could tell he was terrified. You reached over to him and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly and giving it a reassuring squeeze. As your ship entered through what looked like the eye socket of the skull you arrived inside a cavern, full of towering structures, before landing on what you assumed was the designated landing zone. “This place looks deserted” Thor said, while leaning over Quill to get a better look out the window. “I’m reading movement in the third quadrant” Drax said, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of his chair. You held out your hand and let Mjolnir fly into your palm, saying “Let’s go.”, “Shouldn’t we make some sort of plan?” Loki questioned, grabbing your forearm to stop you walking away. “My plan is to kill Thanos and Kill Proxima, and preferably to not die in the process.” You said tilting your head to smirk sarcastically at Loki. He duplicated himself and appeared in front of you, blocking you from leaving again. “That’s not a plan, that’s just what you want to achieve.”, you sighed trying to shove him out the way, only for your hand to fall through the image. “Loki, if you don’t want to come, then don’t, but I’m doing this. With or without your help” you said, your tone serious as you began to walk to the exit of the ship. As the doors opened and you headed down the stairs with Thor and Loki close by and the guardians of the galaxy following after them, you headed through the cold metal corridors until up ahead you could see an opening into a large, cavernous room full of glass display cabinets, and in the centre was Thanos, his back turned to you as he interrogated a man kneeling in front of him. You crept forward, hiding behind one of the numerous looming metal containers that littered the room, trying to listen to what Thanos was saying. “I know you have the reality stone Tivan. Giving it to me will spare you a great deal of suffering.” He said calmly while kicking the man over and pressing a foot against his chest, as he cried out in pain. “I told you..” he struggled, “I sold it…. Why would I lie?” he groaned, moving his hands up to his chest. “I imagine it’s like breathing for you” Thanos quipped back, clearly enjoying the moment. “Like suicide” Tivan said to the titian looking utterly terrified as Thanos just smiled at him saying, “ah, so you do understand. Not even you would surrender something so precious”, “I didn’t know what it was” Tivan croaked out, his voice shaking as he shook his head, “Then you’re more of a fool than I took you for” Thanos said, raising his head and looking around. “Last chance charlatan” he growled, his gaze firmly back on the man beneath him as he crushed him under the weight of his boot once again. “Where’s the stone??” Thanos almost sung at him. Drax appeared by your side. “Today. He pays for the deaths of my wife and daughters”, while unsheathing his daggers ready to blow your cover and lunge for Thanos. “He’s mine, don’t even think about it” you growled at him, magically forcing him back against the metal container, your eyes shimmering purple. “I don’t want to hurt you, but If you cost me this, there’s no soul in the galaxy that will protect you from my wrath. Do you understand?!” you angrily whispered gritting your teeth. Drax simply nodded, looking slightly scared of you. Thanos stopped torturing the man and looked over in your direction. It was
now or never. You ran towards him, spinning Mjolnir and screaming as you lept towards him, tossing him backwards. The tall grey goon you had seen before, appeared, and sent you hurdling into one of the glass cabinets as you watched Loki run over towards Thanos, his dual daggers aiming for the Titan’s chest. Using the gauntlet and the power stone, Thanos stopped Loki in his tracks. And kept him frozen in mid-air, before aggressively slamming him down to the ground. “Good” Thanos taunted, “I won’t need to come find you for the Tesseract.” He smirked, grabbing Loki by the neck, as he began to choke him. “The Tesseract, or your lover’s life. Your choice” Thanos said menacingly while looking Loki in the eyes as he looked back at you. You got to your feet, glowing purple as you prepared to attack Thanos again, hitting him square in the chin with Mjolnir, sending him crashing across the room, through several cabinets, shattering them as they went and tossing Loki to the side. As you looked over you spotted Thor decapitating the grey goon who had thrown you across the room, you nodded to thank Thor. As all three of you walked towards Thanos. He used the gauntlet to bring both Thor and Loki to their knees. He tried again, looking at you with confusion. “It can’t be” Thanos said stammering, as you picked up Storm-breaker and walked towards Thanos, as he continued to try and use the Power stone on you. “My powers come from the stone. Did you really think you could control me with it? Did you think you would get away with all the lives you’ve destroyed? All the pain you’ve inflicted?” You growled at him beginning to yell as you held the axe to his neck, droplets of purple blood seeping from the titan’s neck. “The universe needs to be balanced…” Thanos began only for you to swipe the axe screaming, “That’s not your choice to make! You took everything from me!!”, “I don’t even know who you are” Thanos said looking at you, “Was that fear in his eyes?” you thought. It didn’t matter. He deserved to be afraid. You let out a scream of pure pain, thinking of all he had taken from you as you swung the axe and felt the hot gush of purple blood splatter your face, and saw the lifeless body of Thanos fall to the floor. You took the power stone from his golden gauntlet and placed it into the necklace. “Back where It belongs”, you thought. “That was for you mum” you mumbled letting a tear fall down your cheek as Loki took your hand in his, both of you looking at the crumpled body of the “great titan”. “I can’t believe you did it!” Thor grinned appearing behind you and Loki, slapping a hand on each of your backs. “I never doubted you for a minute” Loki smiled, gazing lovingly at you, as you looked into his eyes, leaning in for a kiss you focused on the Orange glowing block that had appeared behind him. “What the…” you started to say, as Loki and Thor both turned around to see what you were looking at, only to be confronted by a group of people wearing what looked like riot gear emerging from the glowing orange portal. The one in front, who appeared to be their commander looked around taking in her surroundings saying, “Appears to be a standard sequence violation.” While looking at a device she held in her hand she continued, “Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope.” She then stopped and looked at you and Loki, “Variant’s identified”, “Excuse me?” you said, placing a hand on your hip and another protectively in Loki’s hand. “On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline. Hands up!”, “I beg your pardon?” Loki said as confused as you by the spectacle that had appeared before you all. The group began to advance towards you brandishing riot sticks with a bright blue light on the end. “You’re coming with us” The commander stated looking directly at you and Loki. “You’d have more chance of me marrying the Hulk and touring the galaxy with an Avengers musical” you smirked at them, tilting your head and spreading your arms apart letting your hands glow purple as you lifted off the ground. She
stalked towards you and Loki, Loki pushed you out of the way as her baton made contact with his face and he moved in slow motion. Thor was also attacked by one of the other members, pinning him to the ground and leaving only you, against the 4 of them. You sent two flying backwards with a wave of your hand and went to ambush the commander attacking Loki as you were struck from behind, falling forward in slow motion. You felt something clip onto your neck as you watched the commander put what looked like a collar on Loki’s neck saying, “You are both now moving at 1/16th speed but feeling all that pain in real time.” As you and Loki both fell to the floor in front of one another you frantically tried to reach out and take his hands only to be dragged away towards the glowing orange portal. “Loki!!!” you cried out, as you struggled against the two guards manhandling you as Loki called out your name just before you disappeared into the orange doorway.
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They Both Die in the End
Genre: angst...just angst
Pairings: Eren Yeager x reader
Timeline: season 4 Eren
Summary: SPOILER ALERT! They both die in the end.
Warnings: Smut, angst, major character death, emotional, season 4 warnings do not continue if you’re not caught up with the anime.
A/N: this story is also posted on AO3
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If you could go back to it all, would you? Before Marley, before the war, before the titan shifters, before the fall of Shiganshina, before everything — would you go back? Go back to living peacefully inside the walls of Maria watching eh our next door neighbor Eren and his two other friends run around, too nervous to ask yet watching their games of tag together. Go back to the day the youngest Yeager son noticed you from afar and invited you to play with them. Go back to those days.
Those final days of peace. If you could go back to it all, would you? Before Marley, before the war, before the titan shifters, before the fall of Shiganshina, before everything — would you go back? Go back to living peacefully inside the walls of Maria watching eh our next door neighbor Eren and his two other friends run around, too nervous to ask yet watching their games of tag together. Go back to the day the youngest Yeager son noticed you from afar and invited you to play with them. Go back to those days.
Those final days of peace. If you could go back to it all, would you? Before Marley, before the war, before the titan shifters, before the fall of Shiganshina, before everything — would you go back? Go back to living peacefully inside the walls of Maria watching eh our next door neighbor Eren and his two other friends run around, too nervous to ask yet watching their games of tag together. Go back to the day the youngest Yeager son noticed you from afar and invited you to play with them. Go back to those days. Those final days of peace.
Before it all fell.
Maybe. Maybe you would go back. But you couldn't. No matter how much prayed and wish upon a star, it would never come to pass. You were stuck. You were all stuck. But in a moment like this, you didn't mind being stuck here.
Stuck in his arms, under his broad shoulders and wrapped in your own personal layer of protection. His soft eyelashes laid gently along to top of his cheeks, the dark brown locks you loved so dearly had now grown a little past his chin and his once short and skinny frame had grown significantly since he turned 18.
You tenderly tucked his long hair behind his ear, watching as his eyelashes fluttered open at the lightest touch. It was sad, honestly, how light of a sleeper he'd become. Anyone who knew Eren only now would've laughed at a time he was a heavy sleeper, it was sad, how quickly he had to adapt to constant alert. No longer enjoying his moments of peace and quiet.
A brown broke you out of your thoughts as Eren licked his lips and drubbed the tiredness out of his eyes before sighed and looking down at the person in his arms.
Eren couldn't help but remember the words Jean had once said to him when they were just 15. "How you managed to find someone like that, I will never know. But don't screw it up, because you never know if the next time you'll see them will be on the street or in a body bag." He sighed, reaching his hand over to your cheek, gently caressing the skin.
He knew the two of you would never have a moment like this ever again, that his future will always result in complete anarchy and chaos but that wouldn't stop him from basking in the light that was you.
"Good morning." You giggled, this gentle touch sending shivers up your spine.
"Morning." He whispered back. "We have to get up soon. Captain Levi says we have more Marleyan's coming from the port today."
You sighed and pushed your head closer into his chest, "That's boring...and morbid. I just wanna spend time with you." You whined, Eren chuckled sadly.
"I know...but that doesn't mean we can't make it count now." Eren mumbled, leaning into your neck. You hummed and relaxed in his arms as he began to suck the skin on your neck.
"No hickeys. You know what Levi said about them." You breathed out trying to keep your composure, Eren pulled away with a shit eating grin.
"Whoops." you rolled your eyes at him and let your lips meet in a hungry kiss.
Wandering hands roaming each other's bodies wasn't uncommon between you whenever you got the chance, but no matter how much he touched you, you couldn't help but flinch and gasp into his mouth as he cupped your clothed mound.
"Eren," you pause to take a deep breathe as another moan threatens to escape your reddened lips, "I thought you said we had somewhere to be." You joked lightly.
"Fuck that." He cursed, looking up at you with his dark piercing gaze.
'If these are what Eldian devils look like, I wouldn't mind being a sinner' you thought to yourself.
If Eren Yeager was anything, oblivious was not it. He was always attentive with everything he did. But when the lights dimmed and your legs spread for him, Eren Yeager never missed a spot. Twisting and turning, rubbing and spitting, he'd do anything and everything to hear you let out those breathy moans of his name.
Eren Yeager never had such a good ring to it.
It never took a lot of to have you screaming for him. Eren had mapped out every crevice of your body that sent you shivers, every infinity 8 that had your legs shaking since the first night. He always knew what would have you screaming out in blissful pleasure. Whether it be in pain or pleasure.
"Eren, ah," your shaky hands reach for the scarred back of his past. Nails scratching the surface and painting the once pale canvas a burning red color.
The burning of your thighs was nothing compared to the knot in your stomach that he wouldn't let snap. He massaged your thighs as they sat above his shoulders, finally lifting his head to hear your desperate whines to finish. Lips and chin coated in wetness, he grinned and went right back to work. Your mercy pleas finally reached his ears as one of his hand reached up to grab yours, his other stimulating your most sensitive area to get the exact reaction he wanted.
One that left his shirt and his sheets drenched in you. Words didn't seem to form on your tongue yet he understand everything you needed. Planting a light kiss on your clit, he gently and carefully closed your legs, bringing them back down to earth and laying down on your side.
Once your breathing returned back to normal all you could mutter was a simple, "wow." Eren smirked cockily and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you into a much softer yet passionate kiss.
"I know." not even trying to make a smart comment, you closed your eyes, preparing for your high to end and the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness that filled the sheets, your thigh and your boyfriend's face.
"You have a little something there" you pointed out, pointing to your chin.
"Mhm, really? You made a mess too, want me to clean it up?" A yes caught in your throat as you realized what he was planning and clasped your hand onto his wrist.
"Don't. We still have somewhere to be."
That smile. That damned smile that always caused you nothing but trouble. Trouble in more ways than one.
Mikasa and Armin being the first to arrive on time was never a surprise, however coming after Sasha and Connie was borderline suspicious as those two were never on time...to anything. Connie snickered at the sight of you rushing over to the bench with a piece of bread stuck in your mouth as you tried tucking your shirt into your pants.
You sat down between to Mikasa and Jean, trying your best to not sound like you had ran over here in a hurry, which you had. It was in your best interest to just act like you'd been there the whole time, especially with how meticulous Captain Levi was with scheduling and all that. So you struck up a conversation.
"Hey Mikasa, lovely weather we're having." You spoke up, Mikasa looked up from where her eyes were down casted on her lap and gave you a small smile with a hint of confusion.
"Yes, it is lovely...I guess." She mumbled as her voice trailed off.
You leaned on your arms to look next to Mikasa, "Good morning, Armin." You greeted the blonde.
"Oh, good morning. Have you been there this whole time?" Armin questioned, his answer only causing tithe two snickering twins to laugh even harder.
"No Armin, she was out having a much better morning." Connie mocked, sending Sasha into a laughing fest with a whole piece of bread still lodged in her mouth. Armin look confused but shrugged it off and went back to drawing in his sketch book, a stress reliving habit he'd picked up after that day at the sea.
You kicked Connie in the shins and smiled at his hiss of pain and dramatic leg holding, Sasha joining in on your laughs until you kicked her too. She whined and rubbed her shin.
"Hey! I didn't even say anything!" She protested and you laughed at her, not noticing Mikasa's sharp gaze on you.
"Where's Eren?" Mikasa asked
"Commander Hange asked him to stay behind to prep beforehand. Why?"
"So I can ask him to leave your fun in the bedroom, respectfully." She smirked, pointing at the hickey on your neck. Your eyes widened at Mikasa's amused expression and tried to cover the deep red and purple stain with your hand. Jean snickered from next to you, using the magazine he very clearly wasn't using to cover up his puffed cheeks preventing him from laughing.
Everyone's favorite duo however, did not get the memo as they bursted out into a fit of laughter. Their pale cheeks turning bright pink as they leaned on each other for support, nearly throwing the other off the bench. You groaned and dropped your head onto the hardwood table, drowning in embarrassment.
The scouts had always loved to tease you and Eren at any given chance. Connie and Sasha being especially guilty of this, but even Mikasa loved to poke and prod at the two of you, making jokes of her own.
Mikasa has been your best friend since childhood, her love for both you and Eren only doubled in size when the two of you officially got together when you were 15. She was there for you after every failed mission, after every argument, or even when you just needed girl talk. Even if she never seemed the most emotionally capable person, Mikasa Ackerman was never wrong. She's somebody everybody could rely on, whether that he for protection or just as a friend, she was always there.
Always there to buy the constantly hungry Sasha snacks as you and many other scouts arrived to Marley in disguise. While Sasha basked at the taste of new foods, your eyes roamed the crowded city, trying your best not to push anyone. Then, your eyes landed on a familiar head of hair that stood at the edge of the port, looking off into the distance.
"Hey..." you spoke up before gently sliding your hand on his shoulder, a habit you picked up on because of how guarded Eren constantly is. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." He mumbled, turning his body to face you directly and placing his hands on your shoulders, "Are you?" He questioned
"Mhm. This person dressed up as a clown mistook Captain Levi for a child and I think he actually might've traumatized the man." You joked, laughing at the past occurrence.
Although he didn't laugh, Eren smiled at your happiness, mentally taking a picture of this moment to hold onto later on.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing?" Levi interrogated, snatching the arm of a young boy who stood beside a clueless Sasha. You and Eren made your way through the commotion of people spewing out hateful words at the boy as they tried to figure out a brutal punishment for the child.
Sasha laughed nervously and lied for him, claiming he was just her younger sibling messing around, narrowly avoiding having the child nearly killed for his crime. The boy apologized profusely and thanked them for saving him from impending doom before running off with his younger brother. You smiled softly at the child as he ran off before noticing your boyfriend looking at him with longing and sadness.
"Eren? Hey, what's wrong?" You asked softly, reached over to place your hand on his cheek. He blinked and shook his head.
"Nothing, let's go."
Those next days, that very child had offered you and the scouts a place to rest your heads. Providing you all food, drinks and even alcohol which only ended in disaster and Sasha hunched over a bucket puking her guts out.
In your arms that night laid a tired Eren, his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat and feeling your chest rise up and down, mentally making sure you continued to do that. And as you slept soundly, the sharp burning sensation in his nose became too much to bear, Eren's tears silently fell.
They fell for the memories, or rather the premonition of his future. His cursed future.
They fell for the child he once was. A little boy who wanted nothing more than to prove himself and to his parents that he could go beyond, that he could be free in the world he was born into. A little boy who laughed and loved with his parents, his friends, and the little girl next door who he swore to his mother he'd marry. An innocent little boy.
They fell for his friends. The only people he couldn't live without no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Not just you, Mikasa and Armin — but Connie, Sasha, Jean, Historia and even Levi and Hange. He lived everyday of his life for the sake of them, for them to live their lives as freely as possible, for them to live the life he would never be able to.
For the days like before as they all worked on building the port. Sweaty, tired and burning arms as they all hauled ass into the half built train tracks and finally got a moment to relax.
"Make a base in Marley and infiltrate it, huh?"
"Hange sure has a plan for everything. I'll be able to show down on some real Marleyan cuisine." Sasha replied, her mind already lost a sea of new foods but you smiled at her enthusiasm
"Yeah? What should I bring? It would stink to get the runs."
"Stomach medicine, toothbrush, a taste of home..." Sasha listed off
"Did you even hear Hange's plan?" Mikasa questioned
"If the world knows that we want peace, maybe something will change." Armin suggested hopefully.
"Armin, you know I love the way you think but...not everyone thinks like you. Even the Marleyans we have here are still hot headed over us just existing in the same space as them, they don't seem like very peaceful people in my opinion." You spoke up, Armin sighed and nodded as a small moment a silence waved over you all.
"If only we had more time. I've got just over five years left. We're gonna have to decide who inherits my Titan soon." Eren brought up, a new point but not one that hadn't crossed all your minds.
"I will" Mikasa attempted to step up
"Not you. We still don't know what the Ackermanns are. And won't it hurt any plans with Hizuru if you become a Titan? No, for so many reasons." Jean dismissed, Mikasa looked down sadly, feeling as though there was nothing she could do to help.
"Then who will?" She snapped, you placed you hand over hers and gave her heartwarming smile before leaning your head on her shoulder in a means to calm her down.
"Me. First of all, I'm way smarter than Eren. Instead of a suicidal maniac, you'll have a gifted leader who shows good judgement in all situations. In other words, me." He concluded in his bashful statements. "I hate getting an Eren hand-me-down but who better than me?"
"Someone that amazing we don't wanna lose in 13 years, moron." Connie cursed, you snickered and nodded.
"He's right, Jean. All those things you just said about yourself are true, which is why we need you one hundred percent human and intact for over 13 years. You're too good of a leader to lose now." you explained, Jean groaned in annoyance.
"You're aiming to be regiment leader. I'll inherit Eren's Titan. It works out good, right?"
"Connie..." Eren faltered, slightly surprised at the high and dangerous position Connie was willing to take.
"That's not good at all. You're an idiot." Sasha replied
"Eh?"
"Don't 'eh' me. We can't leave such an important role up to an idiot."
"Eh?" Connie continued, still shocked.
"Doggone it...I'll inherit it. I've got combat experience...I'm someone you can trust...By process of elimination, it's gotta be me." Sasha divulged, you lifted your head from Mikasa's shoulder and raised your hand.
"Um hello? I'm still here." You said sarcastically,
"I know but Eren's your boyfriend and I find it pretty morbid if you were forced to eat your lover for the sake of humanity so, by default, it has to be me!"
"You guys..." Eren mumbled, going unnoticed as Sasha continued her rambling.
"I dun wanna. I sure dun wanna though." Sasha trembled, the mere thought of everything Titan shifters had to go through repeating in her head on loop.
"Wait, huh? Isn't that weird?" Connie spoke up again
"What?"
"Well you know...you said an idiot's not fit for the role." Sasha raised an eyebrow at him, still confused, "You're more of an idiot than I am, so you're contradicting yourself." As Connie finished his explanation, the two exchanged Huh's and watched each other dramatically.
"Moral of the story, you're both idiots." You stood up from the hard box, "I'll inherit the Titan. Who knows maybe I'll be the first super sexy female attack Titan. Like Annie." You thought out loud
"You think Annie's Titan is hot?" Jean asked incredulously, you put one finger up and shushed him, not wanting to discuss the topic further.
"No. I don't want any of you to inherit it." Eren stated, "And especially not you." He looked at you.
"Oh come on, once you die I'll have nothing to live for. Besides, I don't wanna be old anyway." You shrugged nonchalantly, Eren shook his head.
"No! You guys are more important to me. More than anyone else. So, I want you to have long lives and..." he looked at you again, "when I die...I want you to move on—"
You cut him off with a scoff and grabbed your makeshift seat, dropping it next to his. "No, that's bullshit. I won't accept that." You protested
"So, what? You're just gonna wallow about me the rest of your life without even trying to do anything better?"
"Yes! That's exactly what I'm gonna do." Eren scoffed at your answer and shook his head.
"I'm serious." He snapped
"So am I! I don't wanna start a family some random person I know I'll never love. I don't want a home if it's not with you, Eren." you objected, "So, if worse comes to worst, i'll inherit your Titan." Eren sighed, already knowing he would never change your mind once it was made up.
"Bleh, keep the cute sappy stuff in the bedroom guys." Jean complained, lightening up the mood in the cart as everyone chucked lightly.
"Best get used to it, Kirstein." You swung your arm over Eren's shoulder, "I'm not leaving this Earth without my man." You said proudly, the boy blushing at your words.
My man. That's all he ever wanted to be to you. Yours. For now and forever, he didn't care if he had to trample anyone and everyone in his path, Eren would do anything to keep that title in your heart.
There was a point in time once when he thought of growing a family with you. Even though he felt he wouldn't be the best father in the world, he couldn't help but grasp at any straws that led to a happy ending with you. Maybe in another life, he always thought to himself.
Another life where you were all free. Where all of you could be real teenagers, go to a normal high school, have normal life and live a full life. Where Ymir, Bertolt, Erwin and everybody else didn't have to die for the sake of everyone else. Where all of you could get a full nights sleep without constantly having to watch your back.
Yeah...another life sounded like bliss.
But another life is not what you had, what you had now was war.
A war none of you were prepared for. None except Eren, who proudly and happily pounded into the face of the war hammer Titan, not leaving any room for full transformations. Even as he became outnumbered with all odds against him, he was granted his final words in which he uttered a simple.
"It's now or never, Mikasa."
Unleashing all scouts in hiding as they rose up, dropping thunder spears into the Marleyan soldiers and aiding Eren in his fight. Bodies and bombs dropped left and right as Mikasa crouched down next to her best friend.
"Eren...Do you have any idea what you've done? You killed civilians, you killed children, too. You've done things that can't be undone." She pleaded with him, trying to see even a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes and yet there was none to be found.
"She's mad at you...you know that?" She tried once more, finally getting a hint of a reaction out of Eren. That reaction lasted only a millisecond and the hurt in his eyes was once again replaced with a look of dullness and lackluster of his usual bright blue ones.
He looked away, "She can be mad all she wants, it makes no difference to me. The fight isn't over." Mikasa gasped at the sight of the war hammer she'd just took down moments before standing right back up on its feet. And a constant pitter patter hit the back of her head at Eren's words.
How quickly he shoved aside your feelings and put his own before it, a rare thing Eren had never done before. But for now, your job in all this was to stay alive.
You assisted in as much combat as possible before making your way back into the airship along with the rest of the remaining scouts. Being the first to arrive on the ship meant biting your nails in anxiety as you waiting for everyone else to reach it. Armin reached down for the boy he once thought to be his best friend, pulling him up into the ship.
Just like the old days, Levi Ackerman had a couple kicks in store for Eren, not hesitating to remind him of how much he changed. Even bringing up his past in the underground and the dirty look Eren had grown into, never expecting to see it on the boy he gave up everything for. As much as it much as it hurt to see Eren being kicked around like a rag doll, you wouldn't get in the middle, especially knowing what he'd just done.
The lives he ended, the irreparable damage he had caused, it all gave Levi more than enough reason to toss him around. You, on the other hand, didn't make an effort to speak to him.
And for Eren, that was okay. If it would change anything, Eren would make you hate him for the rest of your life. If it would change anything, Eren could've saved Sasha. If it could change anything, Eren would restart everything and never invite you to play tag with him. He would steer clear from you at all costs. He would let you marry some townsman, have a couple kids and grow old inside the walls, never to be a witness of all the atrocities outside of them.
If Eren can change anything, he will make sure you stay alive. No matter who or what gets in his way, whether he has to tear down every wall or speak to Ymir Fritz her damn self, Eren Yeager will save you from death.
Eren Yeager will not leave this godforsaken earth without his woman.
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The Plan
Summary: It's your birthday (hooray!) and you still have to work (not so hooray). Nevertheless, you can still count on your friends to cheer you up, but not as much as your loveable boyfriend who insists you spend your birthday with him and a romantic dinner, rather than at a party your friends set up.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, Taika (yes, he gets his own warning), some content may be explicit-ish.
Request: @whatwememeintheshadows
A/N: So people are actually planning their fics nowadays???? Did I not get the memo or something??? These come straight from my head????
THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY. Happy (very) belated birthday.
Tags: @honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl
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Okay, so maybe work was less of a bitch today, you had to admit. People were nicer to you today, you got an extra thirty minutes added on to your lunch break just because, and, of course, you got a couple of dirty birthday cards and some cash, but that really shouldn’t matter, should it? What did matter, is that you would get to have some you-time, all by yourself, with your vibrator, a couple of movies, and some nice, low calorie ice cream (that tasted like total shit). At least... That’s what you thought would happen.
“You should totally come party with us! I’ve got the booze, Jess has the men, and we’ll make a whole night out of it! Alcohol, strippers, and dancing! How does that sound?” your friend, Enid, reiterated everything for you at least one thousand times today.
“If I wanted a stripper, I’d ask Taika to dye his hair, shave himself everywhere, and oil up a little. That’s the only sight I’d be happy to see, thank you,” you huff and smile. You appreciate the effort to get you out and about, possibly be a little frisky, but your heart just wasn’t in it, and that was much to Taika’s luck.
“Oh, come on. Taika can’t have that much of a grip on you! He has a lot of ‘female friends’, so what’s wrong with you having some ‘male friends’ hm?” Jess cooed to you, but you immediately whirled around, insulted that she would even suggest that you would do such a thing. And you were sure Taika had female friends, yes, but they were just friends. Nothing else. Although, his flirtatious behavior scared you sometimes, at parties. Some of the women would just swarm him, and you feared any one of them would catch his fancy more than you did.
“No. I don’t want strippers at whatever the hell you’re planning,” you stated again, firmly this time. Your two friends whined again, Jess lowering her head in defeat.
“Fine, but can we still bring booze? Invite a few more friends to party?” Enid asked, setting a hand on your shoulder and pleading to you with large eyes.
You chew at your cheek and think for quite some time. Your friends want to throw you a genuine party, and God knows how long it’s been since you’ve hung around a group of unfamiliar faces, especially since you started to date a Hollywood writer. Maybe it was just what you needed. Taika was supposed to be busy for the night, anyway.
You succumbed to the pressure, and nodded. “Okay,” you agreed. “But if we get any noise complaints, your talking to the cops for me.”
“Hell yeah! You’re not going to regret this! Just you wait! Go home and clean your place up a little. I’ll be by in an hour or two to get things set up!” Enid clapped her hands together in mischief, and Jess suddenly looked more spry. You gave her a warning glance, and she only grinned back, before skipping away, chatting gayly with Enid at her side.
You can’t believe the shit you just got yourself into, and you still wouldn’t believe it, the moment Enid and Jess arrived with their arms full of cheap liquor, streamers, finger foods, and a bunch of colorful-looking lights that look like they just came from a Wal-Mart Christmas sale. As soon as you gave them the go-ahead, they started tearing shit open. Between setting up, your phone started to ping over and over again, as well as your friends’ phones. Apparently, just a few hours was enough time to notify everyone in LA about a party, who it was for, and where it was going to be at.
You just sat back and sipped on frozen margaritas (meant for the party, but it's your party so you didn't give two shits), until the party started and there was a heavy flow of people rushing into your home. Invited or uninvited.
When things started getting wild, that's when a pact was made. Enid and Jess would be cleaning up your house after this was over. You were already stepping over beer cans as it was.
You can't even say you were having fun there. You barely knew anyone. Most of the people there were just randoms looking for a good time, and unfortunately you saw some of them getting that good time in a dark corner. You made an excuse to run upstairs and lock all the doors of the bedrooms before anyone could think about getting there. That's what you thought, at least.
The party was getting to be too much, too quickly. In haste, you locked yourself into your bedroom, and took a step back. You could still hear the muffled voices and loud, posh laughter on the other side of the door. Those girls would pay. You rush over to your window, overlooking your backyard and see people divebombing into your pool, creating waves and getting people outside of the pool wet. People were leaving their trash everywhere, and many red, plastic cups floated in the (for now) clear waters. You didn't know how much more you could take. Maybe parties weren't your thing after all. Especially with strangers.
You sit back on your bed and you don't even bother looking out the window anymore. It was best to stay inside your room, if you didn't want to be molested or assaulted by some dumbass who thinks it's okay to anonymously grope women in crowded areas. Your face buries in your hands, griping to yourself how this would be over in a few hours. Right?
There's a subtle knock on your door, and you jump. It's in the regular, stiff-three order, so you are very hesitant about going and getting it. Then, there comes the "shave and a haircut" tune. Not a very good one, and kind of slurred, guessing by the way there was a loud thud at the very end, the person knocking was shoved against the door. Damn you and your pity.
You're quick to move, despite the strong feeling telling you not to. You just knew some poor soul was being smooshed out there. Fuck, you were nervous. This was screaming bad idea, but you were going to pull through anyway. The plan in your head seemed childish, but it should work fine if the person was desperate enough to get in. One quick swipe of the door, and you're golden! Surely...
You flick the doorknob lock and gulp, keeping a tight grip. On the count of three-- and after having to restart because another desperate knock jumbled up your thoughts-- you sent the door flying open. Sure enough, a heavy body came tumbling in with it, tripped, tried to balance, then ended up crash-landing cartoonishly into your bed, bonking their head a tad on the wooden post at the end of the frame. You hissed a little bit, then closed the door again. You rushed to their aid as the person looked up.
"I thought you liked private parties more than this," a soft, kiwi accent cooed at you, obviously through unbridled pain. This bewildered you even more.
Taika was sitting on the floor, legs extended out in front of him, making him look like a giant from your angle, and he was dressed in a blue tux, black dress shirt, and polished black shoes. Well, they seemed a little scuffed now.
"Shit, Taika-- what the fuck are you doing here?" you drop to your knees and cradle his aching head. He winced at the touch, but was too happy to see you again to deny it.
"Well, I came to take you out on a surprise birthday dinner. Maybe pick up a bottle of wine and go dancing with my favorite person, you, under moonbeams and twighlight," his head bobbled from side to side, which didn't help his animated character, "but it seems to me you have company... and a lot of it."
You sigh and brush an unkempt curl back into place while he cheekily grins at you. "This wasn't my idea," you murmur. "Friends set this up. They'll also be the ones to take it down. I didn't really want to spend my birthday with anyone this year. Makes me feel old."
"Well, you seriously should have known someone was about to stop you from taking another bite of that shitty ice cream in your freezer. They dished it out in shot glasses down there. Even a sober chick couldn't handle the taste," Taika snorted playfully and you rolled your eyes. He seemed to be taking this situation surprisingly well. It was weird. "But it was much to my misfortune that your 'friends' got to you before I could. Maybe I should have settled on a birthday lunch, but that didn't sound too appealing to me."
"Would have been much better than the chicken salad and dry-ass piece of cake I had for lunch today," you fired back. He sighed again and stood up with a groan. You followed with him.
"What now?" he mumbled, stroking the stache on his upper lip, then letting the tips of his fingers wander down to his smooth, freshly shaved cheeks.
"Well, we're both stuck here, so I suppose we settle in for the night and wait it out." You plop yourself down on your bed again and just stare up at him. He doesn't move, however. His eyes were focused on the window, more specifically the lock on it, and he was nibbling at his bottom lip. He was thinking. Some people might call it strange to watch him think sometimes. He really was like a cartoon. With one tap of his foot, he spun around on his heel and faced you.
"New plan," he clapped his hands together. "Get dressed."
You were confused for the next fifteen minutes or so. He helped you pick out a deep blue dress that would somewhat match his and black heels. He was escorting you all over the room with his hand on your lower back. He even tried to do your makeup for you, but he was so inexperienced, you had to take over. The last time he had to do someone's makeup was on the set of the original, five-minute What We Do in the Shadows film.
While you finished your makeup, he was practically smooching your window. He was staring at it like a dog asking to go outside. It made you a bit nervous, seeing the cogwheels turn in his head. He took your hand and lead you to the window, unlocking it and pushing it up.
"Want to go first?" he said behind a proud smile. When he only received silence and a pure, "what the fuck," stare back to his face, he shrugged, and stepped out the window himself. Luckily, you knew fully well he wasn't about to fall flat on his face and die on the pavement below. You had a screened back porch, with a roof over it's head as well, since the seasons tend to get very hot and sticky and mosquitoes just love to lay visits. He stepped onto the roof, trying not to bring too much attention to himself. Once he had bounced down, he brushed himself off, then looked up at you, expectantly.
"Come on, then! Don't have all night!" he hollered and waved to you. "Need me to catch you?"
You gulped, not bothering to answer him. You gently scooted your lower half out the window and taking your heels into your hand. You didn't want to break an ankle on the landing. "Lord, give me strength," you muttered, squeezed your eyes shut, then took a leap of faith. You tried not to squeal as the rushing air flew by you like sticky wind, but before you knew it, your feet touched slanted ground. You felt like you were about to tumble, but strong hands met your waist and kept you up.
"Beautiful!" Taika beamed and kissed your flushed cheek.
"I hate you sometimes," you slapped his chest and made him laugh. He took your hand and started leading you to the other side of the porch roof, and came to the end, where your driveway supposedly was. Parked dead center was Enid's big, black SUV. Tall enough to just be a little hop away from the roof.
"One more, leap, dear?" Taika was on the move again, but you grabbed his sleeve before he could actually make the jump.
"Taika, no. That's Enid's car. She already spends so much on gas, think of how pissed she'll be if she has to remove dents from her roof!" you explain, nervous from the outcome of this little plan of yours.
"Sweetheart," Taika said airily, turning his full attention to you and taking your hand again. "If she was a good friend, she would have known a massive party like this would have pissed you off. Plus, I don't think just cleaning the house is going to get even with this God awful day. So, why not put a few dusty footprints on her car, hm?" Taika was back to grinning, and before you could say anymore, he had leapt away and landed on top of the car with a large thud. He motioned to you with a swipe of his hand. You were in way too deep with him to give up on him now.
You followed through, heels swinging in one hand, and he caught you again like the perfect, Maori prince charming he was.
Car hop, after car hop, he lead the way and made sure you were okay with every stop, until you reached a small enough car to hop down, scale the lawn and make it to his jeep.
"That was," you said, breathless. You couldn't find the right words, and Taika just chuckled at you.
"Exciting?" he filled in the blank space on his own, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah," you laugh, fanning your chest and brushing a single strand of hair back. "That's a good word for it."
"Well, excitement doesn't stop here," he opened your door into the jeep for you, bowing respectfully and playing everything up for you, like you were royalty. "I have everything set up for you to have a great night with yours truly. As long as everything goes according to the plan this time..."
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Day Seventeen: Childhood
"God, cursed Matroshka dolls, never thought that'd be a thing." Maddy sighed as she looked at the Motroshka doll in her hand. It was well made, and even had reall hair on it, problem was that it was her hair, and it was a perfect replica of her. Jack and Vlad had replicas too. Vlad had thrown a fit when he had noticed the tiny acne on it, but they were generally wary of it. Vlad's weird maybe-uncle-mentor-evil-archnemisis Daniel had given it to them. Apparently Clockwork needed a messenger. And after the whole CAT's timeline, with seeing Vladimir wreck the human world, they could bet that it related to some sort of failed timeline.
"Well staring at it isn't going to do anything. We'll have to open them sooner or later, and who knows if it's a treat?" Jack sighs as Maddy shoots him a look. "I'm just saying, no use in waiting for something to happen."
Vlad sighs, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Well, Maddy, do you want to go first?" Maddy sighs and twists open the body. Inside there was a teal colored something, with little orange goggles. A painted on red smile glints up at her. "Well that's not very informativ-"
A crackling image projects from the center of the smaller doll. It's an older Maddy, dressed up in a teal hazmat suit and grinning, a gun set on her hip. "Oh ew, that's just bad fashion. Why would I wear that?"
Vlad nudges Jack. "I don't know, but maybe opening all three will let us know?" Jack gets the memo and pops his open. The doll looks larger than Maddy's, orange instead of teal though. The projection shows a wall of a man in an orange jumpsuit and graying temples, he was grinning, but his seemed less malicious than Maddy's. Both of them started flickering, closer to unlocking the scene. Vlad opens his. It's pale and has completely white hairs, frowning and suited. The first thing that pops out of Vlad's mouth is "Why am I white?" Jack chuckles. But his doll wasn't projecting.
Jack leans over his shoulder. "There's another little seam in your doll. Maybe for your ghost form V-man?" Vlad looks down. "Oh" Popping that open is a white clothed ghost with green skin and black hair spiked into horns. Almost immediately it pops up another image. This one of Vlad in ghost form, decidedly with more Daniel energy than they liked. But the scene still seemed glitchy. They were missing something.
"You are missing something" Giving the trio a collective heart attack, Daniel steps in front of them in Ghost form. His solid green eyes staring at them judgingly.
He opened his hands, there was two versions just like Vlad. But instead they seemed like younger versions of himself? The ghost one looked much more monochromatic and very little green. The young one had solid black hair instead of his normal salt and pepper gray hair and scruffy goatee. Immediately it linked, showing a Daniel around their age as a ghost. The scene starts up.
"Would you look at the state of the town! It's in ruins! And all because of pesky little Phantom." Not Vlad hisses at Not Daniel. He rakes his red eyes over the landscape. Not Maddy scowls at him, but nods, N.Jack doing the same thing. "I dont like you Plasmius, but, you've offered me and Mads the opportunity to finally catch this pest once and for all." N.Maddy jerkily agrees, "Yes, we've been meaning to finally strap the malfunctive ghost down and dissect his every cell for a while now, I guess teaming up with disgusting trash is necessary after all."
N.Daniel, or rather Phantom, takes a step back. "Hey, we're probably going to not do that. I prefer all my organs inside me, thank you very much." He trips and and there's a call off scene. Phantom's eyes widen. "Guys no! Stay back!"
Another trio makes it onscreen. Weirdly enough it looks like younger versions of the school counselor, Miss Jazz, and Vlad's parents, Mr. Tucker And Mrs. Sam. They run over to Phantom. N.Maddy looks surprised. Miss Jazz shouts at the adults. "Stop! Can't you see that Phantom has been trying to prevent the damages? You're only making it worse Mom!"
Real Maddy gasps, "I'm mom to our school counselor?" Everyone looks back at the scene.
"No! Can't you see? Can't you realize that you're too young to understand? I love you Jazz, I have to, you're my daughter after all. But you have forgotten that me and your mother know what's best!" N.Jack yells back
More looks are exchanged between the the real trio. Maddy and Jack were together and the school counselor was their kid? The situation onscreen was worsening.
Mr. Tucker and Ms. Sam seemed to be pulling Phantom away discreetly. Phantom was bleeding green ectoplasm too fast to be healthy. Dubbed Plasmius teleported to in front of them. Ms. Samantha screamed at him "Why are you doing this! He's a kid! You know what will happen if they get ahold of him as he is now! They can't know yet! They'll go after you next!"
Everyone gulped, it was terrifying to see the raw terror at the thought of Not Maddy and Jack getting Phantom, why were they so violent towards the ghosts? Why were they trying to murder and dissect Phantom? Why was Vlad evil?
Plasmius seems to barely pause, a glint of fear in his eyes too. "Well, I've seen the error of my ways Samantha. I can't be so close to a ghost hunter, even if I were to marry Maddy, she would find out sooner or later, and nothing would stop her from ripping me to shreds. You, Tucker, and Danny know how much his mother is passionate about this sort of thing. And every plot I've tried to kill Jack with for making me this way has failed spectacularly. After all he is just a bumbling fool of a moron, not worth my time."
Jack winces. He knows that it isn't his Vlad saying it, but it hurt all the same. He was always afraid of being the annoying third wheel, and it hurt to have anything come close to confirming that.
Plasmius continues. "And well, I'm dearly sorry for your budding romance, but what better way to tear the family that's been a thorn in my side for years apart than have those two rip apart their own son in front of an adoring public?"
Well that was another wrench. "Your weird uncle is our son!?" Maddy looked overwhelmed, and looking around so did everyone else. Daniel seemed strangely unsurprised but still shocked, like he had come to make connections beforehand but that were still not enough to cover close to even half of what they had seen on screen. Maybe he had. Maybe he hadn't.
Jack was out of his depth and looked ready to cry and scream at the same time, and Vlad watched with a look of hatred for the cowardly version of himself before confusedly remapping this reality to his in a dogged attempt to figure out why Clockwork was showing them this.
Oddly enough, yesterday had a similar but vastly different event that had happened too. But Vlad's parents had just wanted to kill his alter ego off, no research based off of it, and Daniel had tagged along to generally cause problems for both sides, tripping Ellie in the same breath as flicking one of Ms. Samantha's attacks off course in a weird balance of making sure Vlad didn't die but also wasn't getting along too 'easy'.
The scene projecting in front of them died out after Phantom escaped and Plasmius turns sides, damaging a lot of hunting equipment and smashing a soup thermos before turning invisible and flying off.
And they all look up as another scene replaces it. The same room they were in, the boiler under the school. With their role replacements in the same positions, looking at them in surprise and wariness. Phantom, now as a human, nudges younger Mr. Foley at the same time Vlad nudges Jack beside them. The projection was no longer a screen, but a direct mirror. Maddy gasps, and her and teenager Ms. Manson says at the same time. "It's literally them, there's a bridge, Clockwork just opened a bridge."
They split from the same actions when Plasmius, also in human form, steps forward and holds his hand out to Daniel, "Well, I suppose you're the closest to another adult here." Daniel shifts into his normal self, dusting off his travel worn clothes, and spits onto his palm, slapping his hand to his. "And you'd be the closest to a man your world has to offer huh?"
Young Danny snorts, and the other trio starts laughing, before Jack catches the giggles and suddenly all of the teenagers are on the floor, laughing at the absolute absurdity of it all.
The two men sneer at each other, Plasmius pulls his hand away in disgust,
"What're you? An uncivilized mutt?"
"Oh, don't worry I'm house trained. More than I can see from you Cuckoo."
"I see the 'crazy' nickname theme has stayed the same" Plasmius sighs.
"I was referring to you being a cuc-"
"I prefer being called a dog than a little badger if you want my honest opinion!" Young Danny pipes up, ready to stop his older self from finishing his sentence.
Daniel smirks at Plasmius. Already there was animosity breeding.
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Guess Someone Is Needing Attention...
So, I'm going to give it to her. And good.
Multiple DMs alerted me to the fact that CO called me out for using a collage she made of pictures of Tony and Cait that are from all over the Internet, and not giving her credit in one of my recent posts. 👇
WOW, talk about being PETTY and PARANOID. Two big reasons why most of us have her blocked... that and the fact that she tried to boss us around and demeaned us in DM. But I digress...
If CO would pull the stick out of her ass every once in a while, and wasn't so blinded by her hatred of me, maybe she would have noticed a few things.
1. I found that collage online, as you can see from the symbols at the top right. These symbols show that it's NOT from her blog, but from a Google Search, with the options to Save, Share, etc. 👇 And there is NO tag with CO's name on it. I DIDN'T KNOW it was CO's.
And also notice that I DID give picture credit with the generic "(Credit to the respective owners of the pictures)" CO's RIDICULOUS pseudo magnanimous threat that she could report me to Tumblr, but she won't, would get her laughed off the site. 🙄
Memo to the clueless: picture credit is given either by directly crediting the owner or creator of a picture OR by using the generic "credit to the owner of the picture." EITHER one suffices for copyright laws, hence why CO would be laughed at by Tumblr Support if she made good on her threat to report me.
2. In an IRONIC TWIST: CO used some of MY pictures in her collage! 🤦♀️ Hahahaha. Lord, you can't make this stuff up. These 3 pictures SHE used, I posted FIRST in the fandom AND put my @p-redux tag on them. The top right one, Extreme Shippers attacked me over it, and even accused me of photoshopping it simply because they didn't want to believe Tony and Cait could look cute and smiley together. 👇 Obviously, the tags have been removed from the pics, but I posted them originally.
So, did I call out CO when I saw SHE had used MY pics in her collage and NOT given me credit? NO. Because I figured she'd gotten them off the Internet with my tag taken off and didn't realize they were mine...you know, the reaction of a sane, mature, not paranoid or narcissistic, knows-how -the-Internet-works person. 🤷♀️
CO, you poked the bear on the wrong day. Post crap about me again, and this is what's going to happen. I will BLAST you Every Time. I know you don't like that, so try going back to pretending I don't exist. It's better that way for everyone.
She's STILL Purvsessed after all these years. SMH.
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