#actually realizing the only pov i havent read yet
Note
hmm ok!! i can only rec for dsmp out of those three fandoms, and you might've read some of these already so sry annika :( but:
the entirety of the blood brothers series by lockergirl is ~81,000 words! youd have to download more, but its all got a happy ending, good humor even with the angst, basically tommy is the blood god and adopts sbi as his patrons and stuff (but really they're all adopting him is their little brother)
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2714209
ludus by dragonire slays so hard, ~75,000 word clingyduo royalty au where tommy's a prince and tubbo's been hired as his bodyguard. he meets tommy on his first day but doesnt realize that tommy is prince theseus and things escalate lol. it starts off pretty fluffy, then it gets a but more intense, but the ending is happy and sweet so i think this works for you!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33371470
when the curtains fall by drhair76 is a ~28,000 word sbi sitcom au oneshot. they're all tv family but tommy wants more and is sort of struggling with balancing the line between onscreen family and real family. im a sucker for actor au's ngl but even if youre not, the angst isn't overpowering! its pretty under your word count tho :/
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36550126
broken rhythms by areuswritesfanfic(~52,000 words) is pretty bedrock bro's centric in a way, a bit more angsty but essentially techno and tommy got kidnapped when they were little, techno escaped but tommy didn't, and now he's on the hunt to get his little brother back. its also under your word count but its not TOO short so i think it'll be good!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35314570
drinks in new york city by moonlight_mist is also under your word count at ~45,000 words (sorry i just have a bad attention span) but i CANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH!!!! tommy basically gets transported into a video game where he's like a minor antagonist and is also stuck in a time loop. crimeboys enemies to brothers pog, the ending isnt the happiest ever but its still pretty nice.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31909279
the into the innitverse series by diapason is ~106,000 words of spiderinnit LETS GOOOO! theres a minor dnf thing going on but thats mostly in the george interlude thing so you can choose to skip and ignore that part if you so wish. manages to keep spider-man's personality while also keeping tommy's in the same character, good angst while still being humorous and not killing you, definitely read it if you like spiderinnit things!
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2095338
cataclysm by thanotaphobia is ~202,000 words and also it makes me want to eat my fucking hat. GOD its so good and ive never heard anyone talk abt it but NOM. LOTS OF ANGST, ROYALTY AU BUT IT SLAPS!!!! tommy is a boy king and his nation has just been rampaged by emerald duo! they take him in and its a lot of push and pull between all of sbi, things really come to a head at the end and its just so amazing. the end isnt the happiest and fluffiest but its still very good and fairly satisfying (i say this as a hater of long fics ending anywhere near sadly) and its got a hefty word count so you might like if if you havent read it yet!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33905305
half moon, high tide by meridies is ALSO under your word count at ~31,000 (i apologize) but GODDAMN ITS GOOD. wilbur's a dropout florist, techno works at a museum, and tommys a new intern that techno HATES. wilbur tries to get rid of tommy for techno but gets attached and Things happen. not crushing angst but its there and its amazing!! highly recommend even tho its like not the word count you wanted.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32752300
devil town by hooray my absolute beloved. ~100,000 words, and by no means the happiest fic on this list, but its AMAZING. not super duper sbi centric, the 3 pov's are techno, tubbo, and quackity, but the entire story is abt finding tommy after he's gone missing so jt counts? very angsty, very eerie (but not actually creepy or scary) and has the exact vibe of a tumbleweed at midnight. this was my favorite fic for so long and that def says smth lol
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32673658
godling by jk_kat is ~66,000 words and i havent read it in a while but i remember loving it. basically tommy is the youngest child in sbi's god life and he went missing a decade ago, but tubbo KNOWS he's out there. using his compass, he goes to find tommy and then stuff happens but i'm not gonna spoil lmao. its got everything: fluff, angst, platonic soulmates, and magic so i think itll be a fun read if you havent read it yet!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29010087
you might've already read guitar strings and key rings are what it takes to build a home but its ~63,000 words and its an sbi foster au. enough said lol. angst, found family, finding trust where you've learned to never search for it before, the whole package. need i say more?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30355959
wasteland by empyrean03 is ~90,000 words and its only on this list bc its the fic i downloaded last year while i had no service for a week!! definitely worked for me but its extreme gore and violence (like srsly HEED THE TAGS) and its a zombie apocalypse au but it might be too angsty for what youre looking for. it just felt like a disservice leaving it out so here!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31179371
the saturday series by scumbagsimon, yes more downloading bc its a series but also!!! SUPERHERO AU!!! overdone but THIS ONE i swear its not like the other gir- the other fics its different pls give it a chance even if you hate superhero au's :( ~62,000 with all 3 fics combined (its benchtrio) but it kills all 3. angst and crime fighting and found family galore, def read if ur willing to do some extra downloading
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2254952
sorry for the crazy long anon but i was given the chance to talk abt my fav fics and i also love hearing myself talk. here you go, sry if its overwhelming/under your word count/you've already read it. happy reading!! :D
NO DUDE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT THE WORDCOUNT THING 🙏🙏 you have done me a great service homie ALSO sorry for the late reply my connection stopped working so I got tired of waiting and went to bed 💀 but TY
#look anika's talking!#answering an ask#anon#fic recs#edit bc im back on wifi: DUDE IVE READ HALF MOON HIGH TIDE ITS SOOOO#i love meridies so so so much you dont even understand im obsessed w their works
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
rambling rambling abt how ive been misunderstanding kagepro for a long time ramble ramble
i will be the first to admit that as an english speaking kgpr fan from ye olden days, theres like.... A Lot of kagepro media that i havent actually consumed. and a lot of my understandings from many of these character are like, not fully complete? and instead formed from various misconceptions, like for example hibihiyo, my understanding of them (poor hiyori and hellish stalker) really only came from that one novel chapter with hibiya's creepy backstory, the scraps from the manga (and even that i didnt completely read in full), and the mvs. but like the novel paints a much more comprehensive picture of the both of them (insanely good parallel to yuukei quartet while also playing the role of 'children' in the adult/child dichotomy?!) that is much much better than what it looks on the surface? especially with just how different otsukimi recital is in the novel vs the mv? and also with how ive been obsessing with seto recently, this is the first time ive ever had a seto phase in all my years of falling in and out of this franchise? and its great??
what im essentially saying, is that bc of the pacing of kagepro media releases and the added hurdle of needing translations.. i havent properly experienced kagepro ever, actually. and im very pleased that a lot of the complaints i held towards it are turning out to be misconceptions, and kagepro is actually wayyy better than i thought it was?!
yes there are still the tints of misogyny, hibiya's creepiness towards hiyori is just something you have to turn away from to enjoy this franchise unfortunately, and the female POVs have pretty stereotypical talk abt maintaining beauty and weight and whatnot, but in spite of that... it still tells a really compelling, fleshed-out story. like Every character is densely developed that its kinda insane. and its especially crazy when you realize just how young jin and sidu were when they were making this project, being overworked to the bone.
when i was a young and dumb teenager, i was really critical of this project but looking back its like.... yeah i was really fucking dumb, bc i had misunderstood massive parts of it. of course a lot of the medias werent accessible to me, and kagepro DOES sound grossly misogynistic on a surface level lol (2 guys who academically excel and 3 girls who dont like huh?), but i was jumping to conclusions when i didnt have the whole picture yet. that was dumb of me. so im really glad i gave experiencing kagepro again a chance, especially with the PLETHORA of background knowledge i have about it... woooooo!!
0 notes
Text
OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 23
IN THIS EPISODE OF ??? I LITERALLY HAVEN'T READ IT YET SO UH WHATEVER:
WHAT FUCKING YEAR IS IT WHERE AM I
no but really HELLO GUESS WHAT UPDATED offal hunt updated AND SO I CAN COMPELLED TO LIVEBLOG... i honestly don't remember much of shit from chapter 22 except i called cinder a wet grape like twice BUT WHO CARES. WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT AS WE GO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--
“Get up.”
Glynda got up.
offal hunt has always such a masterful grasp on narration from a POV character... there's such simplicity to glynda's more staccato thought patterns that makes her view so unmistakeably Hers, and the fact it can vary between being Hardcore and more subtle is *mwah*. i love this huntress and her brain that is just, like, fucked,
Like the needle of a compass, she sought her out.
go-go gadget gaydar
“Because the Fang is hunting you.”
“You too, if you’re with me.”
“I’m with you.”
guys come on am i even 200 words in yet??? you cannot start with these feelies right out of the gate ive JUST woken up (i havent but still)
In the low timbre of a secret, Cinder said, “I know.” And looking away this time: “I know. Thank you.”
i love cinder in the exact same moment in the exact same breath that i would like to commit unimaginable acts of violence against her for being just. like That. Dumbass Central Station. i just wanna take a nutcracker to her and just *crunch noise* open her up like a walnut u know? u know,
“Please. I don’t understand what’s going on. I want to help you, but I don’t know what we’re doing. What happened to you? What’s happening to us?”
me, who knows but, like, also doesn't know: IF YOU FIND OUT I WOULD LIKE TO BE THE FIRST TO KNOW ACTUALLY,
If Cinder needed protection, she would protect her.
*makes a bunch of gestures at kc and diesel meaningfully but also threateningly* god i have so many things to say to you glynda but instead i just *heavy exhale*
The answer came shuddering out of her, as though it changed everything: “Yes. I promise.” And then: “You can trust me, Glynda.”
*HEAVY EXHALE x2*
changed everything huh............................................................................................................ hm. i'm certainly curious to know what yr definition of 'everything' is, cinder, because knowing you it's a very loose term,
The door slammed open; Glynda seized it with her Semblance and threw it back through the frame, cracking it against the bodies there.
"Room service-- AW FUCK"
She could trust Cinder. Cinder would explain everything.
bear with i'm just looking for a reaction image here... ah yes! here:
Glynda said, “I’m going to secure your arm. It will keep it safer.” She withdrew her belt and stepped in front of Cinder to fasten it like a sling around her.
glynda's pants drop around her ankles. she's wearing booty shorts that say 'juicy' across her butt. the red attracts the attention of every white fang member in a 20 kilometre radius. they die instantly,
Cinder visibly bristled. In her mind, Glynda pictured spiked Grimm pelt, hair raised on end, jaggedly furious.
i was gonna go find an image of a kitty all fluffed up as an example but then i remembered the content-aware scaling cats and i'm like what if she looked more like this
which, compared to glynda, is probably accurate.
“There you are.” Acknowledgement rankled at Glynda. Sienna Khan was talking to her even if she only had eyes for Cinder. “Cinder’s dog. If she brought you with her this time, she must have realized how serious I am.”
god yes i know sienna khan is a huge bitch in this and yet........................................ oghuguohohughoh i want to press every word she says directly into my EYES... offal hunt more like almost 100k of hot women,
Glynda caught Cinder by the back of the coat as she barrelled past. She turned to spit at her, already half ablaze, but Glynda held her close to her side. Cinder’s features twisted with such a fury that Glynda had never seen before; true, genuine bloodlust radiated from her, and it seemed at once that they were all in danger—even Glynda, just for standing between Cinder and her prey.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD loving how cinder is just feral... sienna out here calling glynda cinder's dog whilst blatantly ignoring the fucking cat carrier behind her that's rocking around like its hosting a rave party,
Instead, Glynda grabbed Cinder’s wrist, hot like glowing metal, and stood in front of her to block her view of Sienna. With both of their backs to their enemies, they could only see each other.
i have MISSED THESE TWO SO MUCH ACTUALLY................ am sobbing in da club babes
She didn’t need protecting. Glynda would do it all the same.
glynda my good and tender bitch u do too much all the time. u r carrying this team. literally carrying it how much does cinder weigh to u? like a pebble? TWO pebbles???
“If we jump, they’ll have to take the elevator. It’ll take much longer. We��ll have time to find an airship.”
okay but imagine if she makes this jump and we cut back to adam and sienna listening to elevator music on the way up. just sort of awkwardly not looking at each other. maybe some other random person is there too. just chilling for a few minutes. it would be an important story beat, i think,
Her hand was perfect and warm in Glynda’s, and she squeezed it. She didn’t know why.
its the lesbsisianmism. lesbsianam. lesbaiaigiam,
Around them, a crowd had formed even in the raging storm. They held batons and knuckle-knives and wickedly edged blades. They held their grim purpose, no masks to disguise their looks of contempt.
they were waiting for the elevator this whole time
The tell-tale prickle crawling up her neck was unbearable—unbearable, and familiar. It ached like an old wound; her soul trembled to know it, weeping like an open sore, and her head swiveled, trying to spot even the slightest ripple in the clouds.
🤔👀
(hey did you know the emoji keyboard doesn't work on win11. sick. amazing.)
She was choking on Grimm, a hot and ashy feeling like brimstone in her lungs. Every breath carried the acrid stench of it up; it tasted like fear, and death, and destiny. She was sweating even with the rain, a cold chill running through her.
She knew this Grimm.
👀👀👀👀👀👀 but DO you,
The feeling raking up Glynda’s spine was unmistakable, though—that ancient, strange hunger belonged to no other Grimm she had seen. Speaking quietly to Cinder, Glynda assured, “I can feel it. It’s almost here.”
And Cinder whispered: “That’s not him.”
OH BOY LET'S OPEN THIS DOOR
Her heart was jackhammering in her chest, her soul quivering at the proximity—everything in her being screamed to run away, to run until she couldn’t breathe—there!
i'll be the first to confess that i don't remember what we have or have not covered in this version of offal hunt so i will play it safe, as ever, and post only this: 👈😎👈
As she stared, petrified, the Grimm opened its maw. Rows and rows of teeth, each at least as long as her leg, glinted dully in the rain. A warm, golden light pooled at the back of the Grimm’s throat, as though the storm was breaking in front of their eyes—Glynda saw the impossible sun rising in the Grimm’s throat, burning, blinding, and Cinder suddenly yanked her away. The pull on her arm was strong enough to hurt, and she stumbled after Cinder as she pulled them both towards the edge of the island.
HERE WE GO BABEY HELL YEAH HELL YEAH WELCOME TO DA STAGE big chongus among us THE LOVE OF MY *inhales* LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE
Molten fire rained down, through the platform—no, no, Glynda blinked, the platform was gone entirely. The platform came down around them as they fell, in a thousand broken pieces, and Glynda could see the unmistakable forms of other bodies twisting through the air—dead or alive, she couldn’t tell.
did sienna just straight up take the biggest L. if so: rip queen you were a milf to the end,
A furious roar from above pierced some ancient nerve in her, lancing through her very soul: the Manticore had only ever been an echo of this feeling, and for the first time in decades, Glynda’s response was not hunger. It was not the hunt that called her.
This was fear incarnate.
AND NOW! WE! ARE! COOKING! WITH! GAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hell YES
oh MAN what a return to this huh. what a TIME we have had. i cant say shit lest i say something i shouldnt (yet) but OHOHOHOHO this is about to get VERY sexy VERY fast (actual sexiness may vary according to taste). that said. how yall gonna get outta this one huh...
thanks u diesel and kc for this good food i owe u £20 and a big mac each sdfghjdsghj
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
(bttf wip anon) what about talking about the ones with titles? Cute redhead, I waited up all night, jukebox heroes, and who is the man I see?
hi anon welcome back! i want to of course give the disclaimer that these are wips, so any snippets i share are very unlikely to be perfectly worked out haha. but thank you so much for the interest! ^_^
cute redhead:
yeahhh, so this one is definitely one of the crackiest of all the wips on my list. and it's a bttf: the game fic! basically, it's the part in the first episode (iirc) where doc's in jail and gives marty the idea to recruit doc's younger self to help him...except marty meets young emmett and is infatuated bc goddammit marty's got a weakness for red heads. honestly, i cant remember if that idea is based off something said in the games or if i read it in a fic and then was like "yep that tracks" lmfaoo.
anyway. it's so stupid but it's funny to me cuz marty says what he says and then doc goes into panic mode like "marty! you can't fuck my past self!" and starts going on and on about the ramifications to the spacetime continuum and marty's like "welp i dont really have much of a choice here do i". i haven't solidified how i want doc's rant to go so right now i have 2 versions of it. this is only like a 300 word fic (or at least it will be if i finish it)
here's a peek at the beginning, before doc has his rant i havent fully committed to yet:
“Psst, Doc!”
Doc popped up behind the bars of his jail cell. “Marty! Have you found my younger self yet?”
“Yeah, Doc, but ah, jeez,” Marty trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “You never told me you were a cute redhead.”
“If I had known I was one, I surely would’ve told you,” Doc assured him with a slight upturn of his lips.
Marty chuckled nervously. “I wish you had, because this poses a, uh, unforeseen problem.”
“I’m sure whatever it is, we can figure out how to bypass it!” Doc waved his hand around. “What is it, Marty?”
“I have to fuck you, Doc. Younger you, that is.”
i waited up all night but i never saw the light:
the title (bc this is likely to be the actual title: as you could tell from my wip list, i have a lot of placeholders lol) is a lyric from "spiralling" by keane. it's a very marty song imo!
the premise of the fic is that the marty we follow in the movie returns to 1985 an hour or so earlier and heads to his house to sneakily do...something, honestly i dunno yet, and in the process ends up accidentally waking up the version of himself thats asleep in bed. twin pine marty finds out that life is different for lone pine marty and he ends up asking a lot of questions. it's actually told form the perspective of lone pine marty atm but idk i've thought about making it the other way around.
originally, it was going to be a songfic of sorts, with direct quotations from the song. i could potentially still do that but as i worked on it i kinda got away from that. with that original idea, twin pine marty was going to be a bit of an egomaniac when he realized he could bend things to his will via time travel (even tho he totally did it on accident). here's a snippet of that part atm that quotes/slightly paraphrases the song lyrics (the "other Marty" is twin pine marty bc pov):
“I made you. Fashioned you from jewels and stone, as it were. Made you in the image of myself. I gave you…everything you wanted, so you’d never know anything else,” the other Marty [verb], hands reaching out towards Marty’s face. The teen recoiled from the gesture. “Tell me, Marty, did you wanna be a winner? An icon? You wanna be famous? The president? Hell, you wanna start a war? You wanna have a family? Did you wanna be in love?”
“Do I wanna be in love?”
“Did you wanna be in love!”
Also, as noted in the original wip masterlist, this wip has a companion called "i fashioned you from jewels and stone" (which you can see from the snippet above that it's also titled after a lyric from spiralling). At the moment, the only real difference is that it has some dialogue w twin pine marty asking about george and lorraine, while this wip hasn't really gotten past marty getting caught by lone pine marty. and then that bit of dialogue up there, and the very ending, which i will also share here:
“Don’t bother going back to sleep,” Marty chuffed, standing with one leg out of the window. “Doc’s about to call you. He forgot his camera.”
The other Marty blinked in confusion, and before he could say anything, the phone started to ring. Both Marties stared at each other as the one in bed slowly picked up the phone. “H-hello?”
“Marty!” Doc’s voice boomed in the receiver. “You didn’t fall asleep did you?”
“…No, of course not,” he answered, his eyes wide.
The Marty in the window climbed the rest of the way out. He stood and waited for his counterpart to finish up on the phone, then finally said, “I’ll just leave this open for you, then. See you in the future,” he said cheekily, offering a short wave before heading off.
jukebox heroes:
this is just a silly little thing that's not very fleshed out, but the idea is that doc and marty are just chillin at doc's place (post trilogy i guess or maybe post bttf1 but 2&3 didnt happen? post bttf game? doesn't matter; doc's there) and "johnny b. goode" comes on the jukebox and marty's like "oh hey this is the song i played at the enchantment under the sea dance" and doc's like "what u were on stage?" and then marty basically explains what happened bc i imagine doc doesnt actually know the story lol. i will share a little snippet as a treat even tho there's not much to share:
“After they kissed? Marty, you were supposed to get out of there as soon as they kissed and you and your siblings’ fates were sealed!”
“Doc, you gotta understand, they were begging for an encore! I couldn’t just leave em’ hanging!”
Doc shook his head fondly. “No wonder you were late for our rendezvous. You’re just lucky you weren’t too late!”
who is the man i see where i'm supposed to be:
this is that fic i would keep referring to as my "big project" two summers ago but is probably going to end up being fewer words than "deal with god" which i basically wrote the entirety of in one night. and ive been working on THIS fic for HOW long?? yikes
the title is from "crystal ball" by keane bc it is my #1 marty song. there is also a companion thing in my notes app called "FOR CRYSTAL BALL (maybe)" which is basically just some ideas of dialogue for this fic that i havent added in yet. also this fic used to be called crystal ball.
the premise is that it's been about a week since marty returned from 1885 and he's been having constant nightmares. it's another one of those nights, so he goes to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water and take some painkillers, but when he lifts his head, his reflection isn't himself, but stoltz!marty ! whoa! maybe it's just a figment of our poor kid's imagination but the reflection is talking to him about how marty stole his life and blah blah blah. ends with george and lorraine finding marty on the floor in the bathroom (ALIVE DONT WORRY) and marty incessantly apologizing. imma be honest that scene rips my cold little heart right out of my chest lmao i'd love to share it but i will refrain atm. just cuz ideally i want y'all to suffer through the whole of the fic before getting to that punch in the gut :D
the reason this fic has been taking me so long is that i have the WORST time trying to write the dialogue between marty and his reflection! the whole beginning and end are done but the middle, the MEAT, is just never up to my standards when i try to write it.
even tho it's not finished and at this point i'll never fucking finish it to my liking, this fic is my baby. here's marty first meeting the man in the mirror:
He thought to lift his head before he accidentally drowned himself in the sink. He blindly reached for the hand towel to pat his face dry, letting out a heaving sigh into the soft fabric. Much softer than the towels we used to have, he remarked to himself. Jesus Christ, was life really that disappointing before, if the damn towels are an improvement? The towel fell into the sink alongside the pill bottle, and he yelped in surprise when he looked back in the mirror.
The face that stared back at him wasn’t his own. The reflection towered over him, piercing blue eyes boring into Marty’s own. There was no life behind these eyes, and they stared down at him like they could see right through him. A sudden shiver racked him; he could feel the cold gaze piercing his body, turning all of his blood to ice. Its eyebrows suddenly knit together, and it frowned deeply in contempt, eyes flitting about as it took in the sight of Marty. Marty could feel himself trembling under the reflection’s scrutiny.
as much as i kinda want to, i don't just want to post the entire beginning of the fic, so here's some of their first bits of dialogue, cuz i like the thing with the pills:
“How did you…I didn’t say that out loud.”
“You didn’t have to. I’m in your head, Marty. I can hear everything you’re thinking.”
Marty’s hand trembled as he reached for the pill bottle in the sink. His internal monologue was running a mile a minute as he frantically searched for the expiration date. No, you can’t. You can’t hear what I’m thinking because you’re not real. I’m just having a bad reaction to the pills. They have to be expired; they just have to. Where’s the damn expiration date? Good ‘til 1988…What year is it now? No, there has to be a mistake. This isn’t real. You’re not real, you don’t know what I’m thinking, you don’t know my name—Wait. You know my name; how do you know my name?
The reflection cut off Marty’s train of thought. “It’s because I’m you, Marty. The you that doesn’t exist anymore.”
this got long as hell but thank you again SO MUCH, anon, for showing interest in my wips!! let me know if there's any others you'd like to hear about! i didnt want to overwhelm you in the first ask by talking about EVERYTHING lol but i'm very willing to talk about the others as well
#signed sealed delivered#anon#my fic#bttf#thank you so much ahhh sorry it took me so long to write out this message but i was so excited to ramble!!#bttf posting
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
persona 5 strikers thoughts and feelings
This is going to be a long post. Like, the type of post you’d only really have time to read when you’re trying to sleep but you’re not ready to be unconscious yet so you’re just looking for something to do to spend your time with minimal effort.
So in 2018, a masterpiece was born into the world: Into the Spider-verse was released and it was amazing—it’s honestly the best spiderman movie we have without a doubt, and it’ll be very far into the future before Spider-verse is beaten as the best spiderman movie. Them’s the facts. Then in 2019, Spider-man: Far From Home was dropped. It’s a great movie! Great characters, great continuation of who these characters are and works fantastic as a continuation of a story. It’s really hard trying to take the torch of a previous movie (or in Marvel’s case, juggling twenty something movies) and come up with a new movie that both works on its own, as well as being the next step in this series of films. Thus, with that idea in mind, I think it’s kind of unfair to judge into the spiderverse and far from home, because these are two movies with two completely different objectives in mind.
Okay, so this is still a persona 5 strikers post, I promise, but the idea is the same: Persona 5 could basically do whatever it wanted—new story, new characters, new everything, and it’s just plain old awesome. However, Persona 5 strikers did not have that sort of freedom. It was bound to the original game, and it had its own rules and stuff it had to keep intact, characters they had to work with, and on top of that, it had to justify its existence as a sequel (lets pretend money doesnt exist lmfao).
SO, the big question is: did it do that? Did it justify its existence?
And my answer: holy fuck did it ever do that
I came into this game knowing the extreme bare minimum. I knew there was someone named Sophia, and i knew there was roadtrip, and i knew there were Personas. That’s my knowledge of it before i played it on the Switch. I should also clarify like, early on, that i was not expecting anything from this game. At all. I was the world’s biggest cynic of this game—if you scroll down my p5s tag far enough, youll just see me complaining about a game that hasn’t even come out yet. I was fully expecting to have this be a Waifu show, and any male character that isn’t Akira to just be shoved aside like some kind of nerd in a high school hallway, and i have never been more pleased to be wrong. In fact, i actually owe it an apology, because of how fucking rude i was for no reason!!! Because this game deserves everything to be honest.
Persona 5 strikers is, frankly, insane. Insane in the sense that it got to pull shit off that just would never have existed in the original game, because the original game is scared. It had to be as impressive as possible and garner as much attention as possible. Strikers does not have that problem—every single person who bought that game does not need to be convinced that persona 5 is a good game. They already played it. That means Atlus can just fuck around and have a good time, and man did they have a good time. There’s still scenes that still shock me if i think about it too hard, because i’m used to atlus having to follow this sort of rule set when it comes to persona 5 (or any of the main games im assuming, but i havent played them.) And on top of that, there’s still shit that’s Atlus Trademarked Branded in a good way. The style of story of story telling, and revealing the mystery that is so integral to what p5 is, is still there.
So, to make this even a little bit comprehensible, i will make a list!
First of all, What is this game?
In short, this game is an OVA of an anime. It’s bonus side content that has one thing in mind: to showcase these lovable characters more by putting them in fun situations. That’s it, and it is just phenomenal. That was the main point of, i’d say, like forty hours of the game. It’s just fun times with fun characters.
But to get deeper of what i think is happening, or what they were thinking during the development, is that this is a second opportunity. Persona 5 (as we all know) had a lot of problems, and we were not quiet about those problems. We yelled it all out, made posts, made complaints on every social media platform ever. And Atlus heard all of them, and Strikers is a way to mitigate those mistakes. Aside from being a fun OVA, Strikers also works to be a deeper exploration of these characters—more specifically, the characters that did not receive much in the original game. Creating this sequel is having the ability to redo what they felt (or to be more specific, we felt) in the original game while adding new ones. I will get to that in a second.
The format of the game
Absolutely brilliant to throw them on a road trip. P5V already forced us to experience Shibuya for 200+ hours, and im so glad that they didn’t do that again. Going from town to town, making us experience these new places alongside our favorite characters is so good, and it just makes sense. It’s fun, it’s lighthearted, and it’s actually shockingly good. But one thing i do want to talk about early on is the way the story unfolds and the villains that they use, and what they do with it because it’s very interesting.
So as we explore japan and stuff, we encounter jails, and with those jails comes an antagonist. This antagonist works to be a parallel to one of our characters. That character will find it in their hearts to feel bad for the antagonist, because the antagonist could have been them had the original game not happen. At first I thought all of the thieves were gonna get an antagonist, and i was really hyped for the ryuji one. And then came to hour forty of the game where i realized “yeah that’s not gonna happen. There’s just not enough time.” And i was right, and the game ended. But i am not salty at all, honestly, because the people who got a direct antagonist were: Ann, Yusuke, and Haru. (we wont count zen and sophie).
Is there a trend??? Yes. these are all characters in the original game that have received the worst treatment by atlus. The three of them are basically cast aside the minute they finished their original arc, and its horrible! BUT that’s why this is the path that atlus chose for them—to give them more depth, and screentime, and a way to show their inner self. That isn’t to say that the ones who aren’t those three (makoto, futaba, mona, akira, ryuji) didn’t get anything. Futaba still has her thing at the end with ichinose, and she was very prevalent and animated during the rest of the game. Mona and Akira have to be a focal points, that’s just the nature of the game. The other two though, I will talk about in depth in a second.
Makoto
Y’all i poke fun at shumako fans sometimes cause its kind of easy and fun, but i honestly love makoto. In my very first playthrough of p5 (my first ever jrpg game, first persona game, i had no idea what i was doing), i had only maxed out two characters: ryuji and makoto. And i know she had a lot of screentime and love in the original game which is great, but i truly felt like she was dissed in this game. Her only roles were
A driver
Someone to tell them “we don’t have a choice. Let’s keep going and see where this takes us.” (seriously, if you replay this game, you will see how much she does this)
Idk, i just wish she had more to do, especially compared to how much love they gave the other characters.
But let’s talk about some of the new characters!
Zenkichi
Damn you atlus. Damn you and your insistence at bringing in cop characters. I was fully on board with hating zenkichi, i was fucking ready for it. I was convinced that there was nothing they could do convince to like zenkichi. I was immune to their copaganda.
And then i ended up loving him, which makes me sad a little bit. I didn’t realize how desperate i was to have an adult who has a persona. Someone who wants the world to change just as much as they do, while still having that aspect of them that makes them adult. Like??? As someone who is technically an adult, its a breath of fresh air. An adult. Who fights. For justice. Using a persona. And god i love akane so much, and her obsession with the thieves (that scene is probably in my top ten fave scenes of the game). Also what i loved about zenkichi is that he fucking hates the cops!! He hates the system of the cops!! And thats why i actually really started to love him!! Because i thought it was atlus saying that the systematic problem of the police cannot be solved by one person, and zenkichi threw away his badge. I actually cried at that part!!
But then he became a cop again, and i was just :/ but as a character, i really love him to bits and would love to do a study on him, or at least use him as an outside pov. But! i absolutely love his persona, since im a les miserables fan hehe
Sophia
she’s probably my favorite new aspect of the game. I was ready to not like her—again, i just suck like that, lmfao—and when i saw her, i was scared that she was just another waifu. I mean, she was very cute after all. But then as the game went on, i thought she was a little too cute. And even further into the game, i finally slapped myself in the face and realized oh my god shes not a waifu. Shes a sister.
That blew my mind, im ngl to you. A female character that isn’t supposed to be romanced? By jove, what a miracle!
And she…is an amazing character. Im sorry, i just love her so much. I love her so much that she probably ranks as my fifth or sixth favorite character which is surprising even to me. Everything about her is delightful and invigorating. She’s funny??? Her comedic timing is amazing, and she has such chemistry with the rest of the team. She’s actually useful to the plot, and while her character design is a little too on the nose for me in terms of cuteness (i mean, good god she’s wearing oversized sweater to show how cute and tiny she is, and her hair has literal hearts in it), she is absolutely lovable.
But what i actually really wanna gush about for a second is sophia at the last stage of the game. You get the idea, i dont really like to get excited over things, so at this point i figured that there was nothing this game could do to shock me.
And then sophia had a persona awakening.
Like. holy fuck did i yell. I didnt realize what was happening until the music had already kicked in. and its just so fucking smart!!! Sophia??? The ai?? With no heart?? gOT A PERSONA???? AWAKENING??? BECAUSE SHE LEARNED WHAT THE HEART IS AND THE PASSION THAT YOU NEED IN ORDER TO GET A PERSONA??? I started crying honestly, because it was just so smart. And looking back on it now, its obvious!! Of course it would lead to this, it only made sense that the culmination of her character arc leads to her getting a persona, nothing else would have been as good. Also, her voice actor is just amazing?? When she was talking to ichinose at the end, i actually got incredibly emotional because of the line reads. Its just so spot on and it really captures the essence of sophia.
Muah. five stars Atlus. You got me.
Ryuji <3!!!!
Oh man. Oh boy. Okay. so where do i start.
Yall know i love him. Hes probably my favorite fictional male character of all time, and he is the one i was the absolute most cynical about in this game. I was expecting literally nothing. Nothing. Like. nothing. I thought he was just gonna keep being used as a joke, or a gag, and he’s gonna be super horny all the time for the other girls and it was gonna make me mad and there was gonna be some insane homophobic/queerphobic jokes in every other scene and i know i was being unfair, but i cant help it.
And then i played the first two hours of the game, and i cried the entire time. Because ryuji has never been better than he is in this game. Its crazy.
The ryuji in persona 5 strikers is who ryuji should have been/how he should have been treated this entire time. From the actual funny jokes (for example, the gold bar joke + his reaction to it in the beginning of the game), defending his female friends instead of being the one people need to defend from (natsume arc), and the fact that he was the one to be there with morgana and akira in the very beginning of the game. Its such a small thing that they didnt even need to do, but it was such an integral part of the original game for me, that i just was convinced that nothing like this was going to happen. But then it happened. Its just small stuff like that that could have been overlooked but it wasn’t because this game? Persona 5 strikers? Fucking loves ryuji.
The actual respect they gave this boy is insane and i wasn't ready for it. Like, they gave the shujin trio lunch, they gave the little charm of the katana when they were in natsume’s jail, and, in my opinion this is the second-best thing that they could have given ryuji is sophia. Ryuji and sophia are the pinnacle of a brother & sister bonding relationship in the game that isn’t akira & futaba. And its really prevalent too?? Small stuff from the beginning of the game (pulling her out of a jail, calling her shorty), but then you have the iconic “shut the fuck up” scene, and that scene was so well characterized and written and voice acted, that somehow him saying “fuck” was the least exciting part of that scene to me. Ryuji is an older brother to her, like its undoubtable, and its only further cemented at the end of the game where Ryuji helps out ichinose because he knows how much sophia cares about her. This game. Love ryuji. And i love. This game.
You know what else i love? Akiryu.
Guys. i was fully prepared to starve in terms of akiryu. But theres just. So much of it. I wont get too deep into it, because i think this aspect of the game for me still needs marinate a little bit. Like, what was that last shot when EMMA died and Ryuji walked to approach Akira so they could relish in their victory together?? And the smile from both of them??? What the fuck. That was amazing. Also Joker being saved by Ryuji when he was about to fall from the cliff to save sophia??? WHAT. The LEADER AND HIS RIGHT HAND MAN? WHAT. anyway. If theres anything i want to keep for myself in my own brain, its the akiryu aspect of this game, so i wont talk too much about that part of things (instead, itll probably manifest in fic lmfaooo).
Sure, there’s tidbits of stuff i dont like that they gave ryuji: sexualizing ann in that one cut scene and making him touch the jails even though it hurts, and i recognize those and frown at them, but for the most part, i am blown away with how they treated him.
Basically, Ryuji has never been better. From the opening of the game with him being the first text message and the one to sling his arm around akira, to the very last cut scene where it was ryuji wordlessly leaving because he’s so confident that they would never be separated for long, this game adores Ryuji and i am so so happy to say that.
The Royal aspect of things
Yeah, i had to talk about this, but itll be a short thing i just wanted to point out. Because the last part of this game...is persona 5 royal. Which is curious. Like taking reality and giving that power to someone else so you dont have to experience suffering anymore? And even like, the final section just looked a lot like the top half of maruki’s palace?? And whats even crazier is that we had a boss fight with sophia, just like how we had a boss fight with sumire? Royal and Strikers have like, the same thesis statement. It’s kind of uncanny.It’s interesting, it’s like atlus came up with these two ideas, and then just decided they liked both of them so much that they just did it twice. I don’t mind though—actually, in terms of how the last Palace/Jails go, i probably like them both about equally.
Though i did love the final battle in this one more than i did in royal. Splitting into teams?? Thats cool as fuck, and really innovative and i didnt see it coming. It also kicked my ass. A lot.
Now for the last stretch: the small stuff!
The music — bomb as fuck. In my heart, Daredevil is ranked the same as Rivers. Axe to grind is also amazing, but Daredevil owns me
Akechi — i really debated whether or not to talk about him, but i figured a bullet point should be enough. Im really shocked that he wasnt in this at all. Like not even a name drop. If this is an OVA, and the point of the game is to please the fans, and akechi is arguably the fan favorite character, i was really ready for something. But there was nothing, except for the pancake hallway if that even counts as a reference. Thats it. Thats all i wanted to say about him.
The humour — FUCKING HILARIOUS im convinced that in my fifty hour playtime, five of that is dedicated to me laughing and unable to continue the game
Akira — so much personality! His lines of dialogue are crazy sometimes (like. Whats up with him saying Ryuji has ‘nice abs’ when they were in bath? Im crazy and even i dont know what the fuck that could mean)
Battle system — oh my god i almost forgot to talk about this. I love it! I kind of miss the turn based aspect just because i found it very comforting for some reason, but this hack and slash style of gameplay is so invigorating because i do feel like it justifies shit like the baton pass and huge attacks. This battle system fully encompases how the Phantom Thieves are supposed to fight, you know what i mean?
Anyway, thats my thoughts on strikers. Loved it. Amazing. 9.3/10, wouldve been higher but Konoe’s Jail almost bored me to death. Also im a monster and i didnt do any requests that isn’t a fun one, teehee. As if i play persona 5 for the persona aspect of things.
#cant believe im done#but you know what?#i was actually at peace when i finished it#so i consider that a good healty thing#p5s#alex plays p5s#mine#p5#my moon and stars#the leader and his right hand man
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Gwanon x Trustin Spa Anon - 700 word oneshot (angst) (plot twist) (cliffhanger)
Pairing: Gwanon x Trustin Spa Anon
Rating: PG-13
Pov: First person (Gwanon)
Plot: gwanon gets a mysterious anon of her own, it sparks her interest but just when it seems all is well, a mysterious third party enters the scene. . .
~~~~~
the keyboard clacks beneath my fingertips as i update my sierra blog. im deep in my research for an overlapping slur that i could conveniently use against both fans of courtney and nicki minaj at the same time. as i find a particularly outdated one, in my intensity i accidentally knock my all lives matter mug off the table. it spills the blue paint i was drinking all over the floor.
“Oh no!” i say, capitalizing the first letter and ending with an exclamation point in real life.
i look down only for a moment to clean up my mess, and by the time i look back at my screen, i see that someone has answered my anon hate. this had better be good. i even made sure to use the word whore, which is #3 on my slur list
to my dismay it looks like they just posted some stupid meme of cody. i sigh. courtneys war crimes go unchecked yet again. i stroke the picture of gwen i have in my locket. it makes me feel better. maybe theres some new content for her in the tag. . .
i open up a tumblr search and scroll around a bit, passing what looks like hieroglyphs and a random picture of fondant, but i’m only ever searching for one thing. the chance to avenge her. i refresh. there at the top, a brand new post reads; ‘hey guys. gwen stinky’. i take a deep breath and try to keep going. i take another large swig of paint to calm my nerves down.
hey, whats this? i have a new ask! but i havent sent any more death wishes today. . .
the message takes me off guard. its short and concise. “draw trent justin spa art please.” i stare at it for a moment, trying to register what it could mean, when i suddenly receive another.
“trustin Spa now. 😡” i wonder quietly to myself if they have the wrong person. before i can think of what to respond with, i see yet another ask. i refresh, assuming its them, but to my disappointment its another anon hate response. this time im met with a poorly edited meme of gwen confessing to war crimes. i had forgotten, id asked someone for a character tier list last sunday. i didnt think theyd catch on so fast. with every passing day, my notoriety grows, and the loyalty to my queen becomes harder to bear. . .
my mind goes back to my previous contact. i decide to go back into the tags and see if there’s anything to make sense of this. there i see it, hate blog after hate blog, anon after anon. i sit back in awe at the craftsmanship and dedication. the crackhead energy actually makes my heart skip a beat. my gwen locket clinks against my chest as i reread their absolutely spot on death threats, sprinkled in emojis.
what is this feeling. . . am i impressed or . . . something else. . . ? i shake my head, going back to my askbox and preparing to finally type a response. i try multiple times, but i cant figure out what to say. just when all hope seems lost, i realize what i have to do. i have to make my own move. i get into typing position.
“Do you think gwen deserves to die? Is she a monster? Is the name Courtney kind of whoreish?” i hit post. my heart races. i wait for a response as patiently as i can, on the edge of my seat until i Finally see my askbox light up.
“all i want is trustin spa”. i settle back into my chair, staring wistfully at the ceiling. finally, ive found someone who can accept the truth without a fight. their passion inspires me. i know in my soul what i have to do. . . i get out my sketchbook and start on a trustin spa piece, working with as much effort and swiftness as i can. ive never been more passionate about a project before. i cannot wait to show them, that is until i get another message. . .
this one is unfamiliar. in fact, it might throw a wrench in my entire plan to woo my anon, as it appears to be a callout. the only problem is, i didnt do the thing im being cancelled for this time! with confusion, my eyes scan it one more time. . .
“i used to really respect and admire you but i have no idea why you would make up a rumor about amegaotaku being a Zionist. it’s not true so leave her the fuck alone.“
#total drama#............. idk i feel like i should say smth here but honestly what could i#besides sorry but what good would that do now#original#long#crack fic
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
You & Me : chapter 22
A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA
Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS
CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21
NOTES:
-one chapter is her pov, the next is his.
-4.5 - 4.8k
-im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it.
-there WILL be smut. but not only smut.
-this is a romance, comedy, smut story.
-for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.
- notes: i havent even written half of what I wanted to be written in this chapter so they will have an other discussion in the next chapter, and they’ll spend an other day together. i feel like the song thing wasnt as good as it should have been. so i feel like it really sucks. i just hope it doesnt.
if you want to be on the list of blogs i notify when this is updated, just message me :)
requests! : heres the few requests i used. i suggest you dont read them before reading the chapters tho!
Chapter 22 : Her chapter
OLIVIA
Just as I opened the door to leave, I came face to face with Louis who rolled his eyes and laughed. I knew I should have left a while ago but the truth was, I hadn't shaved in 4 days and my hair was a mess. I was pretty sure it wouldn't bother Niall but it bothered me and I had to do something about it.
After trying out too many dresses, Julie, Eleanor and I gave up for the day and ended up at the restaurant with a few glasses of wine. We talked, we laughed, and I tried to keep the conversation as far from Niall as I could. I was still trying to sort out how I felt, or mostly, what I wanted, and I felt like it was something I had to do alone. I could lie and pretend I didn't love Niall but it was too late. In fact, I have never stopped loving him and I was not sure I ever would. Possibly, if we stopped talking and seeing each other, I could live with someone else, get married with someone else and be happy to a certain extent, but being around him without being with him would be impossible. I've done that for so many years before we started dating and it made me miserable. If there was one thing I was sure, it's that if I ended up with someone else than Niall, I would cut him out of my life for good. That thought made me want to throw up but I just breathed in, trying to calm myself. I hadn't taken that decision yet and I was not ready to, anyway.
"Five more minutes and you'll be late."
"I'm already late, Louis." I just said, shaking my head.
"Yea no, I told him half an hour, not 15 minutes like you had said. I know you and he does too. Don't lie to yourself, Olivia. You're always late."
"Well, i'm an artist!" I tried to defend myself with a small amused smile.
"Yea yea, use that excuse if you want." Louis chuckled, walking in. "Niall's waiting for you. Hurry or he'll already be asleep!"
"That drunk huh?" I raised my nose up. I sort of hoped we could have a discussion, or maybe I just wanted to feel myself beneath him. I was not sure. Either way, my plan was gonna have to change.
"No he seemed a bit better when we came back."
"Came back from where?" I frowned, tilting my head.
Louis' lips curled and he put his hands in his pockets before looking down and chuckling. He looked up at me again and laughed some more before shaking his head.
"No, no way, he'll tell you himself." he finally said, making me grimace. "He's got a surprise for you."
"Whatever, I don't have time to insist." I smiled and rolled my eyes, walking past him and bringing his face closer to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for calling me, Lou."
He turned around to look at me as I walked to my car and raised his voice to make sure I hear him.
"You take care on the road yea? Call me if you need anything!"
I smiled and nodded. "Don't worry. Now call your girlfriend!"
I quickly hopped in my car and drove to Niall's, feeling suddenly a lot more nervous than I probably should. I didn't know why, it was definitely not the first time I was seeing him, and everything was going so well between us, almost as well as it was before he broke up with me. Of course, we had many things to discuss again but we were on the right path, I could feel it. I shook my head, realizing I was talking about him as if we were dating, or at least, as if I was not supposed to marry someone else, and it made me feel guilty.
However, when he opened the door, all the emotions fighting inside of me suddenly disappeared, All I felt was love and my lips curled into a smile, just like his.
"Thanks so much for coming." he let out, moving a bit to let me in, and closed the door behind me. "I just want you to know that I was not jerking off to your nude. Louis just said that because-"
"He's an ass, I know." I chuckled before licking my lips. "Does that mean my nude was not good fapping material?"
His face changed into a few different expressions but finally, he raised his eyebrows and moved closer to me, bending down slightly to slip his arms around my waist and taking a step closer, forcing me to take a step back until my ass pressed against the couch.
"That nude is definitely great fapping material, I didn't say I wouldn't use it, I just meant that I was not doing it tonight, big difference."
My lips curled more and I chuckled as he bent down to kiss me. It was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn't help myself to let him kiss me and touch me again. I never had enough and I probably never would have.
"You're drunk." I let out before kissing him again.
"Mm, yea, a bit."
I laughed and shook my head. "Come on, let's go to bed yea?"
He groaned and his lips found my neck, making me laugh again. I loved how cuddly he became after drinking and I felt his mouth leaving small kisses on my skin, making goosebumps appear.
"Will you let me hold you and cuddle you?"
I smiled and nodded and with a low sigh, he pulled away. We walked to his room but kept the lights off and I helped him with his shirt and pants before getting undressed too, picking his shirt off the floor and putting it on. We both lied down in bed, facing each other, and I could see his drunk smile even in the darkness.
"Olivia, I love you. I think I always will."
I knew he was past the tipsy stage but I couldn't hide that his words made me smile. I moved closer and brought my hand to his cheek, letting my fingertips brush on it.
"You think?" I asked in a whisper, an amused smile reaching my lips.
"I know. I know I will always love you." he corrected himself, making me chuckle again. "And that nude, oh god, pet, just thinking about it makes me hard, look."
He grabbed my fingers before I could do anything and brought it over his boxers. As soon as I felt the shape of his cock on my palm, I moved my hand away. My heart had skipped a beat and I chuckled nervously before raising my eyebrows.
"Hey, don't do that!" I let out with a laugh, making him laugh too.
"You know I jerk off a lot thinking about you?" he mumbled. "That time you slept here, I walked to your room and saw you naked. Fuck, Liv, It got me so horny. It was the first time I saw you naked in over a year. I'm sorry, I swear it was an accident, but it made me so hard I had to jerk off in the shower."
My lips parted and my breath caught in my throat. I remembered that day very well... a bit too well. "You... wait, what?"
He groaned and moved his head before looking back at me again. "I know! I'm so sorry! I think I even moaned your name when I came."
I stared at him a few more seconds as his eyes moved quickly on my face. I pressed my lips together, feeling my heart thump hard in my chest as I tried to decide if I should tell him what I did or not.
"That day I... I sort of walked to your room to ask you for something and I saw you... in the shower." I admitted as he frowned.
"Really? How did you like it?" he asked, his lips curling into a smile. "You never told me."
I wanted to tell him that I actually touched myself next to him without him knowing but for some reasons, the words wouldn't come out and I stopped trying when he whimpered low and more closer, pulling me against him.
"Say you love me, petal. You love me right?"
I smiled a bit, leaving a soft kiss on his jaw. "I love you, Niall."
"I'm also the best fuck you ever had, I have to be." he added in a mutter, making me laugh this time. "I am, petal, tell me I am. I'm better than Louis, at least, yea?"
I moved back a bit to look at him again and frowned. I was a bit surprised by his request since he was never the type to be insecure and I just licked my lips.
"Does that really scare you?"
His face changed in a funny face and he shrugged. "Ha, no." he told me before his face changed slightly. "Okay maybe a bit."
I brought my hand back to his cheek and I suddenly got serious. I didn't want him to keep thinking about that, it was seriously useless to be scared of that.
"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, and more than I'll ever love anyone else. And you're the best fuck I've ever had, and ever will have."
His lips curled into a smirk and he chuckled low. "I know. Now pretend I never asked."
I rolled my eyes and brought my lips to his, kissing him slowly as he answered my kiss. We didn't go further, we just kept kissing gently and deeply until we fell asleep and it was the very first time I had done something like that. When I woke up, the way I had fallen asleep came back to my mind and I felt a stupid grin draw itself on my lips. That was a bit embarrassing yet that was the most romantic thing we ever did together.
I got up slowly, making sure I wouldn't wake him up, and went to the bathroom before going to the kitchen with pills that I left on the counter. I finally made coffee and found eggs and bread, knowing he may not eat at all. I heard a groan behind me and I smiled despite myself until I felt his arms slip around my waist. His lips reached for my neck and I chuckled, moving my shoulder up.
"It tickles!" I admitted, turning to look at him with a smile. "Your stubble."
He laughed and moved away, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee before literally swallowing the pills with the warm beverage. I remained silent and put the eggs in a plate, leaving it on the counter between us and grabbing the bread in the toaster.
"No thanks, just eggs is fine." he just shook his head as I handed him a toast.
He handed me a fork and we started eating together, still standing up and facing each other. I wanted it to be that way every single day of my life until I'd die. I wanted to wake up with him, eat breakfast with him, and spend the day with him. All my days. Every fucking day.
"What do you wanna do today?" I just asked, seeing him stop moving from the corner of my eyes.
"You're spending the day with me?"
I shrugged and pressed my lips together to make sure I wouldn't smile too big. "If you want me to."
"So many useless words coming from such a pretty mouth."
"Shut up!" I laughed. "You should have heard yourself last night!"
He grimaced and I laughed some more before shaking my head. I moved closer and wrapped both my arms around his neck, quickly pressing my lips against his. He closed his eyes and his arms slithered around my waist pulling me closer.
"What was that for?" he asked in a whisper, staring in my eyes with a smile when I pulled away.
"I was thinking of going for a walk at the park, and since we won't be able to do that there, I thought it was appropriated to do it here before we left."
His smile turned into a smirk and he raised his eyebrows. "You know what we could do before we leave?"
I laughed again and shook my head, taking a step back. God I loved him so much. How did I always feel so beautiful and desirable when I was with him was beyond me. At first, I thought it was just a way to see if he could still get me somehow, and then I thought maybe he just missed the time we were dating but now? Now I was starting to realize that perhaps it was just me. He wanted me, and he loved me. And that conclusion was exactly what I wanted.
"Maybe later." I proposed with a smile. "Let's go out. Fresh air will be good for your headache."
He groaned again and I laughed some more, walking back to his room to get my bag. I quickly got dressed, the smile on my face never faltering. Was that how it would be if I was with Niall? Would I always be happy, in love and excited to spend time with him? Realistically, I knew it was impossible to always be happy or always smile. Everyone had bad days and living with someone, or even just dating someone, was not perfect, but I felt like if I was with Niall, it would come very close to it.
He came back to the room just as I was done and started getting changed in front of me, making me roll my eyes but chuckle. It took him fifteen minutes to get ready as I waited for him next to the front door and when he appeared, my eyebrows raised.
"Wow, you look good." I pointed out.
"Those are just pants and a shirt. Why? Did you change your mind? We can spend the day in the bedroom if you want!"
I laughed again, perfectly aware that he wanted to go out as much as I did, and took a step closer before grabbing his hand in mine and staring at him. After about a minute, he frowned.
"What are we waiting for exactly?"
I squeezes his hand in mine and licked my lips. "Just trying to imagine what it would feel like to walk around with you while holding your hand."
"How does it feel?" he finally asked in a whisper.
I only send him a soft smile and let go of his hand before walking out of his house. He followed me to my car and I got behind the wheel as he took a seat on the passenger's side. He didn't comment but I knew he preferred when we used his car, perhaps it had something with keeping the control or something like that, but this time, I just wanted to choose the place. I brought him back to the park we had gone to meet last time and we walked around, enjoying the sun and the weather. It was quite a big and popular park but he had a cap on and I was clearly not famous enough to be recognized. I frowned a bit when he stepped out of the traced path to reach a part with a lot less people and sat in the grass as I did the same. We hadn't talked at all and it was not awkward. Silence was never awkward between us. After a while, I just lied down in the grass and crossed my ankles to stare at the sky. It took him a few seconds but he did the same and I noticed he had kept both his hands on his chest.
"That's a dragon." I let out, "A dragon who clearly doesn’t spit out fire. More like, bubbles or something."
I brought my arm up and traced the clouds with one of my fingers as he chuckled.
"That looks more like a snowman to me."
"A snowman? Do you have imagination at all?" I argued, raising my nose up before using a dumb voice. "Oh look, a cloud that's shaped like a cloud?"
He laughed too and I glanced at him right on time to see him lick his lips. "Okay, a few sheep then. And a fence." he paused. "Okay this one looks like two persons having sex."
"No, Niall, that's just projection."
This time, he let out a louder laughter and I smiled more. I turned back to the sky, feeling a cold breeze on my cheeks, and my eyes fluttered. My heart did exactly the same when I felt Niall's fingers grip my hand that was laying on the grass, between us.
"No PDA, remember?"
"Yea I'm re-thinking that rule."
I felt something jump in my chest as the surprise took over me but decided not to say anything. The more time I was spending with Niall, the more I realized that he had changed, and a lot. He was more mature, more balanced and clearly way more ready to settle than he used to be.
The day went by very well. We grabbed food on our way back, ate in the car and ended up at the movies. When we walked back inside his house, I felt tired and stretched with a yawn.
"Wine?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Beer is fine."
I followed him to the kitchen and sat on the counter as I looked at him open a beer and throw the cap in the bin. He took a sip and once again I rolled my eyes as he handed it to me.
"When I open it, there's a tax." he explained as If I didn't already know that rule. It had been instituted when we were teens and he had never stopped doing it since then.
"The tax could be something else than a sip, you know." I proposed with a smirk.
"Okay, show me your tits, then."
"You already took a sip." I pointed out.
"Take a sip of my beer and we'll be even. And then, show me your tits."
I laughed but ignored his request before I licked my lips.
"Yesterday you told me you saw me naked a few weeks ago and jerked off thinking about me int he shower." I told him, suddenly a bit stressed. "Remember?"
"Clearly."
I looked down at my beer as he stood near me, his right side leaned against the counter.
"I saw you in the shower." I added.
"Yea I remember you telling me that last night too." he smiled.
"Mm, when I saw you it turned me on. I.. I touched myself, too. While you were jerking off in the shower. I literally masturbated with you but you never saw me."
His lips parted a bit and he put his beer away before letting out the air in his lungs quickly. His eyebrows raised again and he moved between my legs, grabbing the beer from my hands and putting it away with his as he spread his hands on my thighs. He didn't say anything else, he just reached for the hem of my pants and immediately, I held myself with my hands on the counter and moved my ass up. He pulled on my pants, bringing my panties with them and let them fall on the floor before taking a step back.
"Get your feet on the counter, spread those thighs, darling."
I felt my heart jump in my chest and bit my bottom lip before doing what he asked. His gaze immediately dropped between my legs and he grabbed a chair, placing it in front of me before sitting on it. He made a quick chin movement in my direction before looking up in my eyes.
"Show me what you did." he let out. "Do it like I'm not here."
It took me a few seconds to react but I brought two fingers to my mouth, leaving some spit on them before bringing them between my legs. I let my fingers brush on my clit and slip inside me for a few seconds before going back to my clit. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and the way he was looking at me with a stoic face was driving me insane.
"You know, last time was easier because you were touching yourself."
I had no idea what went through his head but he kept looking at my fingers rubbing against my clit and slipping inside me alternately for a few minutes and finally took his cock out and started stroking it very slowly. The sight made a whimper escape my lips and my thighs tensed as I reached for my clit again. He looked amazing and there was nothing I wanted more than to watch him touch himself until he'd reach an orgasm except maybe feeling him inside me. My eyes were stuck on his cock and when he started leaking precum, I took my hand away from my pussy.
"I think you should come here and fuck me."
"No, you come here and sit on me."
I nodded quickly and moved off the counter before straddling him, still holding myself with my feet on the floor. He watched his cock enter me as I sat on it and let out a curse word as I quickly took my shirt and bra off. Once again, I was naked and he was completely dressed but I didn't mind. I felt at ease to be vulnerable in front of him, and that thought brought me close to tears.
I started moving up and down on him and I felt his hands run on my breasts, stomach, back an ass. He spanked me gently and then a bit harder, making me ride him quicker. It felt too good and my whole body started throbbing as I came close to an orgasm. He groaned and I felt his hands on my hips, helping me up. It made me frown but I followed his lead as he took my hand and brought it between my legs. I started rubbing my clit again and whimpered as I saw him jerk or again. I could feel the tip of his cock brush between my legs with each stroke of his hand and when he came, he pushed my hand away and I felt myself start shaking, his cum spurting against my clit as the tip of his cock brushed against it, helping me reach my peak too. I quivered and moaned, hearing him groan and the whole sight was just too hot. I knew it would probably make a mess but I really didn't give a fuck. I was panting as I slowly got down from my high and reached between my legs with my hand, my fingers brushing on my sensitive clit as I spread his cum on my pussy.
"That was so hot." I confessed in a whisper, making him look up in my eyes.
He got up without answering and grabbing my face to kiss me hard. I felt his cock press against my stomach and moaned in his mouth as he smiled through the kiss.
"Stay naked." he murmured as I nodded before I followed him to his room.
I saw him take off his clothes too and went to the bathroom to clean a bit before getting back in bed. He turned the lights off and we stayed together in silence, just watching the ceiling.
"Heidi sent me a picture of you in a wedding dress." he finally just randomly said after a few minutes. "That's why I didn't answer your text message, I was just so... flabbergasted by how good you looked."
I felt a wave of hated for Heidi for half a second but when I realized what Niall had said, it quickly vanished. I knew I looked ridiculous, no matter which dress he had seen me in, but the fact that he thought I looked great made my whole body feel warm suddenly.
"I want a future with you, Olivia." he just admitted, leaving me speechless.
He turned to me and pulled me closer before I heard him start singing. I closed my eyes to focus on his words and besides his voice, all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeats.
"My mind is complicated
Find it hard to rearrange it
But I'll have to find a way somehow
Overreacting lately
Find it hard to say I'm sorry
But I'll make it up to you somehow
And I just don't know why
The stars won't shine at night
Tell me you want it
A thousand miles away from the day that we started
But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest
If honesty means telling you the truth
Well, I'm still in love with you
Did I miscalculate this?
Let's just go back to basics
Forget about what's come and gone
'Cause I hate to see us like this
Breaking up on nights just like this
We should be shooting for them stars of gold
So tell me you want it
A thousand miles away from the day that we started
But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest
If honesty means telling you the truth
Then I guess we lost our focus
And it's killing me that we could go to war like this
But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest
If honesty means telling you the truth
Well I'm still in love with you
Oh, we'll be alright
Oh, it'll be alright
Oh, we'll be alright
Oh, it'll be alright
So tell me you want it
A thousand miles away from the day that we started
But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest
If honesty means telling you the truth
I guess we lost our focus
And it's killing me that we could go to war like this
But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest
If honesty means telling you the truth
Well I'm still in love with you"
I held my breath for so long I thought I was just going to pass out but I inhaled again when I felt tears fall down my cheeks. He sniffed and my eyes fluttered open only to see him crying. We just stayed there, laying in the dark, looking at each other, both crying, overwhelmed by feelings we didn't really know how to handle. I moved closer and kissed his lips until he deepened the kiss. I tasted the saltiness of his tears and he probably tasted mine, but we didn't care. All that mattered was his warm naked body against mine and the words he had sang to me.
"I love you so much." he sobbed to me in a whisper. "I wrote this the first day I saw you again at the bakery."
I wanted to tell him that I wanted it, just like he asked. I wanted to tell him that I was ready to jump back into this, to be with him and give us an other chance, but I just couldn't. I breathed in deeply and took a decision though. I was going to break up with Dylan. Clearly, it was not working and whether I decided to be with Niall again or not, I couldn't just keep Dylan around and keep on hurting him for weeks.
"That's one of the most beautiful songs I ever heard, Niall." I murmured, feeling my lips brush against his. "All of your songs for me..."
I cried again, letting more tears fall on my cheeks.
"We did lose our focus it's true... but it's back. I focus on you Niall. And you're right, we'll be alright."
I heard him break down again and it broke my heart. I brought my mouth on his against and we kissed some more. I felt his hand on my back and his fingers holding me so tight that they sank in my skin. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him but there were no words. I wish we could have a longer conversation and I felt like there were so many things left unsaid that clearly needed to be heard, but there was no way I was going to ruin this moment.
"I love you, Niall. We'll be alright." I repeated low before I heard his voice crack slightly.
"We'll be alright."
#niall horan#niall horan smut#niall horan fluff#niall horan story#niall horan writing#niall horan fanfic#niall horan fan fic#niall horan fanfiction#niall horan fan fiction#my fanfics#yam
77 notes
·
View notes
Note
Shipwrecks, Of the Wretched, de profundis ALL OF THE QUESTIONS
the
you think i will be intimidated by this BUT CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!!! *cracks knuckles*
Shipwrecks
1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?
this fic is written mostly traditionally tbh - its cronologically told, in third person and mostly from one pov which is (and will be) feclicity. however, i have changed my mind about a lot of things since i started the fic - for one, i want to incorporate the whole ‘unreliable narrator’ thing a lot more. i want to use flashbacks more carefully: playing with timelines in how cetain present time events triger past moemories that illuminate the REASON behind present time choices. things like that.
the real inspiration for the fic itself was another fic i read - I've Never Truly Loved (Until You Put Your Arms Around Me) by theirhappystory. And the fact that i read that fic ... while i was on a boat... while there was a storm. a small one BUT STILL.
2: What scene did you first put down?
Whatever Walks Here, Walks Alone - aka oliver looking at felicity in the lair. by itself this scene could fit anywhere from the begining of season 1, to anywhere in season 2. i didnt really write it with a timeline in mind. it was mroe like me pondering the characters.
3: What's your favorite line of narration?
i had a LOT of fun - unexpected fun - writing Diggle’s pov in teh whole situation. you see, when i started the story the first thing i wanted to figure out was where do i want the characters to end up in relation to each other - so that i could start the story with them being in the diametrically opposite spot! but then i realized that i also want contrast within the trio - and where oliver and felicity move towards each other at a glacial pace, john and felicty have a much more easy time understanding where the other stands. like... they vibe. and it had a lot o fun planing out that vibe - and all teh ways it pisses off oliver, in the begining.
4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?
To answer this i would have to go back and re-read a lot of what i wrote and plan to write, but there is a line that STAYS with me and its one felicity says.
so - in the show, the trio do eventually find out that the Gambit was sabotaged and did not just sink. Now - in Shipwrecks - this would have a major devastating effect on felicity, who was in the gambit with oliver and sara. And she is the one that has the hunch that moira was involved (i think this happens in canon too?) - and she pushes oliver about it. Bc ofc she thinks of moira as just another person. Worse even - a person who hurt her. At this point she is MANIC about it and it freaks oliver out. Like, take the natural defensiveness he has against the idea and add a fear that felicity might genuinely kill his mother, and you get him being very agressively AGAINST felicity following moira anywhere. and when felicity understands that oliver has no intention of pursuing a what she sees as a genuine lead about the event that practically ruined them as people, she just, shuts down, makes a disgusted face, thinks of all the ritch fuckers she’s known and framed and used and how they close ranks when their reputation or personal interest is touched and just, blurts it out.
‘you fucking people.’
5: What part was hardest to write?
all of it lmao. like WRITING IT.
6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
The fact that i planned it out and it has like, different installments and a whole journey, which is one of losing oneself, understanding that ones self has been lost, seeing vengence for that loss (aka giving in/facing the anger it causes), seeking freedom, going against ones impulses to build better ones, building relationships, mantaining them, finding ones self through small acts of kindness towards ones self, rebuilding ones personality
basically i wrote a journey about getting out of depression and grief, before i realized that THAT was what i was actually writing about.
7: Where did the title come from?
The title of the series is pretty straightforward: they were shipwrecked and now theyre coming back. 'above the vaulted sky’ is a line from a I am, by John Claire.
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;My friends forsake me like a memory lost:I am the self-consumer of my woes—They rise and vanish in oblivious host,Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throesAnd yet I am, and live—like vapours tossedInto the nothingness of scorn and noise,Into the living sea of waking dreams,Where there is neither sense of life or joys,But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;Even the dearest that I loved the bestAre strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.I long for scenes where man hath never trodA place where woman never smiled or weptThere to abide with my Creator, God,And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,Untroubling and untroubled where I lieThe grass below—above the vaulted sky.
It’s a rather sad one actually, but i read it as a poem about hope. About the dream of hope, anyway. And this need to be away - from what is known because at this point what is known is horrible and the only happiness the imagination can come up with, is to be as far from it as possible and alone. and that is very much where felicity starts out with. With her hope not being about peace, but an isolation in stillness because that is the only good place she can imagine.
8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?
It did. I’ve been depressed and strugling with horrendous issues of self worth and anxiety since i was about 14. And i never knew. It literally took me turning 28 to realize what the fuck was wrong. And its depressing (lol) because its just so much fucking time that i wasted, you know. And i remember - like, when i was deep in my depression - i used to think all the time ‘I must have been a real life person once. Like, an actual person, with a personality, and likes and dislikes and feelings - but i dont remember her. I dont know who that girl even is, i woudlnt regognise her at all.’ It felt like some part of me had died. Like there was literal murder involved. Cause so little of me survived.
but it turns out, i have been this way - just less intensely (and in some cases a lot MORE intensely) since i hit puberty. i didnt die - i just got worse and did not deal with it at all.
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
not really. not yet, anyway.
10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
im actually not sure that i do want oliver-felicity for this sotry. the dynamic between felicity and tommy is also very veyr interesting. and i dont really know where i will take them. especially in the first and second story, their connection is intense. but this is also part of teh slowburn - oliver and felicity, however it happens, its gonna be slow.
11: What do you like best about this fic?
how personal it is to me, and my experience. and the fact that, if i write it well, i might actually be sayin something.
12: What do you like least about this fic?
THE FACT THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN IT YET T_T
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
PHEW I have whole playlists i built as i was ordering this whole series. with songs that fit the mood, the direction of the storytelling and all.
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
I genuinely want people to see this as a story about healing.
15: What did you learn from writing this fic?
i havent written all of it yet - but i did learn something very interesting about myself. that i have been putting my trauma into narratives to deal with it looong since i knew that was a thing, or i was even aware that i was doing it.
and on that depressing note, i will end this post and start a new one for the other stories lmao
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Consumed part 3
(Y/n)'s pov
I stood there for what seemed like forever just staring at the man i had loved so long ago. It seemed like forever ago that i was really truly happy with him. I set my food and drink down on the side table beside the couch, "you broke into my house?"
He nodded, "you wouldnt talk to me."
I gritted my teeth trying to control my anger. Why should i control my anger, he should feel every bit of it. "You dont deserve to talk to me. You dont deserve to be sitting here on my couch, in my home, demanding i talk to you."
His eyes fell to the floor, good i want him to hurt. I want him to suffer for everything he done to me. "Im sorry." He whispered., his eyes found mine and i could see the tears there. My heart ached a little for him but then i remembered that he done this.
"I dont care dean. I dont care if youre sorry, i dont care if you have missed me. You done this. The only person you can blame is yourself."
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" Deans question shocked me. I faltered with my anger for a moment but i regained my composure.
"Damn it sam." I growled under my breath but dean heard it.
He stood from the couch and took a step forward. "Dont blame sam. He shouldnt have had to tell me. You should have been the one to do that, why did you lie to me?"
"Lie!? You wanna talk about lying! You cheated on me and lied to me every night. We were together dean, you had a perfectly good woman at home and yet you chose to go after every waitress and barmaid you could find. When i woke up in the hospital you reeked of alcohol and some other womans perfume." I lowered my voice to a cold flat whispered. "You never cared about me, if you did you would have never cheated. So why would you care if i tried to kill myself?"
I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks but even though it pained me to see him hurting i would never let him close to me again. "I love you (y/n), i still do. I cared about you more than anything and i still have no idea why i did what i did. I guess its because i knew you could do better and i wanted you to see that. Now i realize i cant live without you i dont want to live without you. I know you will probably never trust me again but i hope one day you will."
I closed my eyes at the words i have always been wanting to hear from him. I felt my walls tumbling down inside and my heartbeginning to be exposed again. I felt his hads on either side of my face, his thumb rubbing the tears off my cheeks. Then i snapped back to reality.
I placed my hands on his chest and shoved him backwards, catching him off guard. "No! You dont get to tell me you love me! You dont get to come and go as you please! You dont get to swoop in like a knight in shining armor and try to sweep me off my feet. Just because youre telling me everything that i have wanted to hear doesnt mean im dumb enough to fall for it. Its to late dean, you shouldve realized what you had when you had it. Now you have to live the rest of your life knowing you will be alone, forever."
My words were a little harsh but he deaerved it. I walked to the front door and opened it. "Get out of my house. I dont care where you go, just get out." He stood in the hallway not moving and it began to frustrate me even more. "I mean it dean, get the hell out of my house."
He walked towards the front door with his head hung low. He turned right before he was on the porch and looked at me. "I really did break you." With that he walked down my front steps and back to his car. I slammed the door and locked it not looking back.
I picked my phone and called sam, he picked up on the second ring. "(Y/n)?"
I sighed into the phone, "yeah sam, dean just left."
"And?" Sam said hesitantly.
"Well i threw him out actually. I made it clear that i never want to see him again. He left just now and i dont know if hes coming back to the bunker or not."
"I understand. When do you want to meet to talk about the case?" Sam changed the subject and im thankful that he did. If i talked about dean any longer i would lose it.
"Tomorrow good for you? You can meet me here at my house if you want, or we can meet somewhere else." Finally picking up my pizza that was cold once again and my luke warm beer, i took a swig and grimaced. I hate warm beer but i didnt care at the moment.
"Ill come to you, ill text you when i leave here."
"Okay, see ya then." I said around a mouthful of pizza then hung up. I turned the tv on, flipping through the channels to find there was nothing on. I settled on a old game show rerun as i finished my pizza and beer. My eyes began to feel heavy and the exhaustion from the last few days finally hit me full force.
I heard my cell phone going off alerting me that i have missed messages. I dont rememver falling asleep but i must have been more tired than i thought. I slept all night and half of the day, i looked at my phone and it was one thirty in the afternoon. I had three text messages from sam.
'You up?'
'Hey sleepyhead, get up we have work to do.'
'Okay now im getting worried. On my way.'
Just as i read the last message a rap of knuckles was heard on my front door. I jumped up and walked to the front door to find sam peeking in my window. I smiled and opened the door, "you a peeping tom now?"
"Very funny." He chuckled. "You wasnt answering my texts and you never sleep in this late." He walked inside giving me a tight hug before going into the living room. I shut the door and followed him, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Wheres dean?" I have no idea why i asked about dean and seeing sams expression he didnt either.
"I dont know, i havent seen him. He didnt come back to the bunker last night." Sam shrugged his shoulders like this was a normal thing. Which with dean it probably was.
"So, last night was supposed to be a werewolf hunt but it turned out that these werewolves are working together with vampires." I said as i walked to the kitchen to get us some beer.
"What the hell?" He took the beer from my hand and twisted the cap off. "Vampires and werewolves do not work together."
I shrugged, "well these do. I fought with the vampire last night and cut his head off. I think i might have shot one of the werewolves to im not sure. We have to do something before this blows up in our face."
"Before what blows up in our face?" I froze at the gravely voice that sounded from behind us. Sam seemed to tense up as well watching for my reaction.
I turned towards him, he had a smirk on his face as he leaned against the door frame. "You just cant take a hint can you? Youre not wanted here."
Sam was taken back by my harsh words to his brother. Dean shook his head and looked at sam, "so this is how it is. Im out and sams in now?"
"What are you talking about dean?" Sam said confused.
"You swooped in the moment im out of the picture. I always knew there was something between you two." Dean growled the last bit between gritted teeth.
I couldnt help but laugh, "sam is here because i still like him. He never lied to me. He never hurt me, i trust sam."
Sam sighed, "theres nothing between me and her. Im helping her with a case."
Dean then walked around and sat in the recliner across from us. "In that case im all ears."
"Just humor him for the moment. Im in no mood to argue." I knew id regret not making him leave again but at this point in time i didnt care.
@an-unhealthy-obsession @vicmc624 @holylulusworld @justanotherwinchester @tftumblin
27 notes
·
View notes
Text
Prompt: You Belong With Me music video except Tyrus
Cyrus's POV:
It was a sterotypical Tuesday night for me. I was sitting by my window trying to study but instead I was looking through my window into my neighbor's bed room. I sighed, TJ was walking back and forth in his room on the phone, it looked like he was yelling. He hung up the phone and tossed it on his bed. I guess he was talking to his boyfriend again. He was probably flipping out because of a joke TJ made. Quinn really didn't get his humor, not the way I did. TJ sat on his bed and i quickly flipped my notebook to a blank page and wrote "are you okay?" in marker before holding it up to the window. TJ smiled at me and grabbed his notebook writing something down in blue marker before putting it to the window. "Just really tired of drama" I frowned. I flipped to a new page of my notebook and wrote down "Im sorry. :(" i looked at it for a second and added "open your window I'll put your favorite song on and we can talk"
I put the note up and he opened his window. I opened mine and put on "water" by jack garratt.
"How did you know this was my favorite song?" He asked curiously
"You told me once, awhile ago.. I actually pay attention to you.. you know that right?"
"Yeah its just- Quinn wouldn't be able to remember if his life depended on it.."
"Well we're on a whole different wave length" i said softly, looking down.
"Yeah, I guess we are... Hey Im going to head in. Goodnight"
"Goodnight" I paused for a moment and took a deep breath.
"Hey TJ?" I looked up and saw his window was already shut and he had closed his curtains, I sighed, "i love you"
I didnt stay up much longer and ended up falling asleep on a pile of close I had pulled out to decide what to wear. I didnt understand how TJ couldnt see we were meant to be together. TJ was a star athlete in the basketball team. Quinn was captain of the cheer team. I didnt understand why that made them better for each other. Quinn had to go to all of the games and cheer TJ on. I went voluntarily spending $10 to get in to cheer TJ on, even though I understood absolutely nothing. To me that made me the better match for TJ, I supported him unconditionally because I wanted to not because I had a grade depending on it.
A couple days later I ran into TJ at the park I sat with him on a bench and we started talking. It was so easy for us to talk to each other.
"You know Teej, you're smile could light up the entire city. I havent seen it in awhile, since you got with Quinn..."
"What do you mean... I smile all the time"
"But not like genuinely...."
"Im fine Cy I promise"
"You say youre fine... i know you better than that." I said barley audible. He didn't respond and I wasnt sure he heard. Quinn walked up to the bench and sat himself in TJs lap.
"Hey baby I missed you" TJ wrapped an arm around Quinns waist.
"What are you doing with a guy like that" I mumbled under my breath. TJ didnt hear it but Quinn certainly did. He shot me a challenging look and grabbed TJs face with one hand, leaning in and kissing him. TJ pulled away looked down
"Good to see you too Quinn"
"Come on TJ we're going to be late to our movie"
"We're going to the movies?"
"We are now. What kind of lames hang out in a park?" I frowned and looked at TJ who was being led away by Quinn. He turned back looking equally upset and mouthed "im sorry" to me before saying "Bye Cyrus" out loud. I watched them walk away and sighed. I decided to head back home. A couple hours later I heard my mom from downstairs.
"Cyrus!! You have a visitor. Do you want me to send them up?"
I thought to myself for a second, did I forget that I invited someone over? Buffy was on a trip with her mom, Andi was out with Bex and Bowie. I concluded the only way to figure it out was to have the visitor come upstairs.
"Yes mom. Thank you" I yelled in response. After a few seconds TJ poked his head into my room.
"Hey TJ whats up?" I was slightly confused, I thought TJ was out with Quinn.
"I-I wanted to talk to you but your curtains were closed." TJs voice cracked and i gave a look of concern "Are you okay TJ?"
"I dont know man. I got into a fight with Quinn"
"Why what happened? Is everything okay"
"Yeah its just.. we were studying for math and I-I read the numbers wrong... because of the-the thing... and he got really mad because when he looked at it the whole thing was wrong. And I felt so stupid.."
"Hey its not your fault. Youre not stupid. Theres nothing wrong with you. Dyscalcula is not a bad word TJ"
"It just sucks you know? Its like Quinn doesnt understand.. he doesnt want to understand." TJ looked like he was on the verge of tears and I decided I needed to make him laugh.
"Hey to make you feel better how about we build a crazy machine so that we can combine animals. We can mix a fish and a duck! Itll be called a Fuck!!" I exclaimed my hypothesis enthusiastically and realized i had accidentally just curse. Either way I had made TJ laugh which made me smile.
"You know youre the only person who can make me laugh when Im about to cry."
"I do my best. I love your laugh."
He smiled at me and looked around my room, spotting the white suit in the corner.
"Youre going to the dance?" He asked curiously.
"I dont know... I have to study.. Plus I dont have a date so I'd probably be bored"
"What about going with Andi and Buffy?"
"They already have dates" i shurgged.
"Oh. I wish you would. Its gona be fun" i smiled at him and nodded
"Sorry Cy I have to go home see ya"
I waved goodbye and watched him leave. Maybe I would go to the dance, and try to talk to TJ which would be near impossible if he was with Quinn. I thought about it for a second, maybe he wouldn't be with Quinn, since they were fighting. I sighed thinking about going, I had already bought a suit so maybe I should go. If anything I know that Buffy and Andi would include me in their evening but did I really want to intrude? I sat down by window and grabbed my notebook. I wrote down "I love you" in black marker and held it in my chest. Maybe this time he would see. I looked across into TJs room, his curtains were open but he wasn't up there yet. I sat there for a few minutes and a light turned on in his room I looked up he had walked over to his Curtains. I waved at him, he smiled and waved back before reaching for his curtain. I quickly held my notebook up to show him but it was too late he already closed it. I missed my chance again.
I sighed. Well maybe I would go to the dance tomorrow and tell him there. I smiled at the idea and went to sleep.
The next day after school I went home and stared at my suit. Did I really want to go? TJ is probably still going to be there with Quinn, they havent broken up.. I think. After I ate I got ready sighing at myself in the mirror as I put the folded up note in my pocket.
I got to the school and walked into the gym. The dance was already in full effect and I looked around for TJ. Once I did I walked up to him. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie.
"Hey you came!"
"Yeah I did. I decided that since I already bought a suit it was a waste to not come"
"You look- you look stunning" I looked down as I felt myself blushing
"Thank you.." I paused for a minute before continuing "Wheres Quinn? Are you here with him?"
"I-uh no I dont know where he is"
As if we had summoned him, Quinn walked up behind TJ and wrapped his arms around TJs waist from behind
"Come on lets go dance T"
"Im having a conversation right now can it wait."
Quinn let go and stood behind him, seemingly shocked and stared at him.
"TJ?" I drew his attention back to me and pulled the note out of my pocket and unfolded it. Hesitating before I turned it around so he could read it. He smiled at me and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a folded piece of notebook paper. He opened it and turned it towards me.
"I love you" was written on it in blue ink. We smiled at each other and he stepped closer to me. I heard Quinn shout something angrily and stomp away.
"I never realized that you loved me back..." TJs voice was soft.
"Standing by you... waiting at your back door all this time... how could you not know?"
"Youre the one who understands me.. I should have"
TJ closed my gap and kissed me and time stopped. It felt right, he belongs with me.
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
ask meme: do all of the them Ψ(｀▽´)Ψ
What’s the last book you read? What did you think of it?
hmmm I reread like half of Graceling, and it’s as good as ever and I’m still bitter that Kristen Cashore hasn’t written anything since the series. it’s YA but also Monster novel TM and so thought provoking
What’s the worst book you’ve ever read, and why?
Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry (tbh i read this in 6th grade and HATED it with a Burning Passion but I also don’t remember like 90% of it. just kno that i hated it)
A book you found overhyped, and why
A Hero At The End of the World. I agree with most of the review about it-- it’s very evident the author comes from a fanfic background bc writing fic is very different from novels and there’s some things that don’t translate (character development? relationship development?) if you read the book with the knowledge that its essentially drarry fanfic it makes sense, as its own novel there’s a lot rushed
Ereaders versus physical books is such a false dichotomy. Instead, tell me what other formats (phone apps, tumblr fiction, twitter haikus) you read in
IBOOKS !!!!!!!! ibooks saved my life bc now i can find most books online and then download them and read them it’s amazing
Which genre(s) don’t you read? Why not?
romance jfc i just dont go there sorry (mostly bc of the covers)
If you read in more than one language, is there a difference between the experience of reading in your native language(s) and reading in other languages?
nope cannot read chinese rip
If you’re not a native English speaker, how much do you read in your native language versus how much you read in English? How do you feel about that? // If you’re a native English speaker, go find a book in your second/third/etc language, or in translation, to add to your to-read list
can i count latin as a third language lmao?? screw it i’m doing it one day i’ll read the entirety of the aenied in latin
The book you read when you’re stuck in bed sick
HMMM my go to book is probably The Amulet of Samarkand? or maybe Six of Crows
Fiction or non-fiction or both? In what ratio? Where do you draw the line between the two?
pretty much 100% fiction but i;m aiming to change that (And the Bnad Played On is next on my list)
The book(s) you bought because the cover was pretty, and whether it was worth it
:/ i dont usually buy books but i guess you can count A Conjuring of Light? Bc the cover was super pretty and my aesthetic, although i would’ve bought it regardless just bc it was the final book in the series
The worst book hangover you’ve ever had
HOO BOY Ptolemy’s Gate or Code Name Verity
Do you have to finish one book before you start the next one, or do you read multiple books at the same time?
finish but mostly bc i read so fast that if i finish a book it’s usually in a day or two
The fictional character you want to believe you resemble and the fictional character you actually resemble
i want to believe i resemble Sirius Black but i probably actually resemble Remus Lupin
The book that, in hindsight, really should have clued you in to the fact that you’re _________ (queer/in love/doomed to be an academic/etc)
Artemis Fowl/The Bartimaeus Trilogy that I’m not as clever as i fancied i was
The book that you reread over and over again and get new things from every time
G O D probably The Bartimaeus Trilogy
The book that you don’t dare reread for fear it won’t be the same any more
Hnnnnnnnnng i’m a huge believer in rereads so but lowkey Percy jackson bc now that i’m older i've realized a lot of its flaws
Preferred bookshelf organisation scheme
by my favorites
Do you theme your monthly/yearly/etc reading (eg Year of Reading Women)?
Nope bc i’m super inconsistent with reading nowadays and i’m super picky about tstarting new books
That book with a twist that felt like a blow to the chest. Tell me about it. (But warn for spoilers if necessary!)
CODE NAME VERITY once we got to Maddie’s POV i sobbed my way through it culminating in me having to put the book down at that one BANG BANG moment bc i couldnt see through my tears and also my heart had died inside my chest, AND THEN ALSO when they read her notes/confession and my mind was blown by how clever everything was.
The coolest bookshop you’ve ever been to
i can’t remember the name I think it’s the one world cafe but it’s a cafe/bookshop/bar and super cool, but also there’s a barnes and noble with a fishtank built in an old powerplant thats hella cool
The book you gave up on, and the reasons why
The Wrath and the Dawn, sorry too boring and generic and also like, annoyingly straight
The book you finished even though you hated it, and the reasons why
Heart of Darkness bc i had to for school
The book you expected to hate, didn’t, and then got angry about not hating
Grapes of Wrath tbh
The book that you got into because of the movie/TV series/etc, and the relative merits of each version
HOWLS MOVING CASTLE
i luv the movie ofc, it’s gorgoeus in all ways and delightful but not gonna lie the story telling is not very good and it sorta makes no sense until u read the book. don’t like the witch of the waste plot and howl becomes much too mysterious wizard for my tastes
SOPHIE AND HOWL ARE THE DELIGHT OF THIS BOOK, their characters are what makes it tbh, Book Howl is the best howl bc he’s ridiculous and hilarious and a coward and i luv it. sophie is less of a mouse (even tho she still thinks she is ahaha) and the part where she’s so pissed off she turns water into weedkiller is my fav. it’s also just a complete subversion fo fantasy which i think miyazaki sorta doesn’t get
The only book care question that actually means anything: do you write in your books? If so, in pen or in pencil?
NOPE I WANT MY BOOKS IN PRISTINE CONDITION
Do you read reviews of books? Before or after you read the books themselves? Why? Why not?
usually only read reviews of 1. books that havent come out yet and 2. books after i’ve read them to see what other people say. also occasionally 3. i read reviews to make fun of them
The book you’re embarrassed to admit you’ve read
tbh tbh tbh captive prince just to see what it was like for myself and god jfc
The one where the fanfic was better than the original (and the relevant AO3 links, pls)
like, any number of klance fic tbh or HP fic but here’s some like, absolute amazing ones
As Red as Hearts and Autumn- Mauraders Era fic that breaks my heart everytime, particularly fond of this Sirius
call me, beep me most people kno this, but a staple of klance and very well done
it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way- more klance but also this made my heart hurt
we must unite inside her walls or we'll crumble from within more respectful of HP women than JK Rowling ever was or will be, i love this so much
Catfished- never thought this would be a thing but draco is turned into a glass fish and harry realizes things
thread our way through a string of stars tbh one of the best klance fics i’ve ever read and probably ever will read
Your vacation reading habits
agressive rereads
The book you read the blurb of, constructed a version of in your mind, and were promptly disappointed by once you finally got around to actually reading it
A Hero At the End of the World :/
Bonus question: rec me something!
READ CODE NAME VERITY FOR THE LOVE OF UR LIFE
1 note
·
View note
Last Seen Blogs
kingxplosn
* i’ll keep FIGHTING !
candykidd
(i hate this job.)
twicedailyquotes
Twice Daily Quotes
pupusaspower
Untitled
puny-lil-pee-nee
dickless