#elena is so nice to write.... i would love to live in her brain like an apartment
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Commission of Mirabel and Elena for @prophetic-hijinks! My commission info is here!
Elena Ruiz is a fancharacter from the comic series Prophetic Hijinks.
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Elena found it surprisingly easy to adjust to the house being alive. It wasn't unlike growing up in the convent. The house had a natural buzz, a certain agenda, and it responded to asks for help, falling children and excessive clutter; it was, in its own way, very like an order of nuns. It was one of the easiest things to understand.
What she found strange was the politicking of being Bruno Madrigal's fiancée, and all the parties and meetings and social-visits-that-weren't-really-social-visits. But Bruno didn't seem to pay much mind to that, and she happily took it as her cue to break the rules. Like now; the party was buzzing downstairs, a party just for her, and here she was sneaking away from it. It wasn't her first engagement party, but it was certainly her favourite; Carlos had insisted on no children the first time around, but today Elena could simply slip away and amuse herself singing songs for Cecilia and the little ones, leaving Alma to say whatever it was she needed to say to the other women. The emerald engagement ring on her finger, still new and unfamiliar, glowed in the dimness as she walked through the hallways, unsure what she was looking for. The house guided her along by fluttering the floor-tiles and twitching paintings in the direction it wanted her to go.
"Wherever you're taking me," she said, "I hope you're going to cover for me if I'm found out." The house didn't respond to that. Had it been too indirect? She wasn't quite sure what the rules were.
She reached a dead end, and found to her surprise that the skirting-board around her was coming undone, and arranging itself at the end of the hall; it formed a doorway leading into the night air, where a spiral staircase wound up and onto the roof.
Elena wondered if Bruno was waiting for her. Apparently this was supposed to be a women's night, but perhaps he'd snuck home early for her. She smiled to herself at the thought, and drew her shawl around her against the night air as she started to climb.
When she ascended to the top of the stairs, though, she instead found the figure of Bruno's niece Mirabel, curled up on the roof and staring at the stars. Had that been who Casita brought her here to see?
Glad she wasn't wearing her heels, she tiptoed along the top of the roof towards where Mirabel was sitting.
Mirabel didn't look up. It was clear from the smudging on her face that she'd been crying; Elena wondered if she was perhaps not the best person to approach her, new to Mirabel's everyday life as she was, but the part of her that remembered being an adolescent made her come closer. How many times had Elena hidden in a quiet spot like this as a teenager, feeling like the world had forsaken her?
Mirabel drew her knees up and hugged them as Elena perched next to her.
“Hey there,” said Elena softly, unsure if she should put an arm around Mirabel or not.
Mirabel rubbed her eyes, simply pushing her hands under her glasses instead of taking them off. “Sorry,” sniffled Mirabel, “I didn’t... want you to see me like this.”
Elena took that as her cue to redirect her eyes away from Mirabel and towards the stars. Elena had comforted a lot of teenagers, under a lot of circumstances - the convent had seen its share of tragedy and adolescence both - and she was encouraged by Mirabel’s body language and tone of voice. Mirabel, it seemed, wanted to talk. That was good; Elena wanted to listen.
“I’ve seen worse,” said Elena warmly, “You’re still a lot more interesting than the crowd downstairs.”
Mirabel snorted. Elena chanced a peek and saw that Mirabel was still hugging her knees, goosebumps on her exposed arms; a pang of maternal sympathy washed over Elena, and she took the shawl from around her shoulders and swept it over Mirabel’s shoulder, grateful the thing was so impractically big.
(If things with Carlos had been different, would she have a daughter about Mirabel’s age, now? Best not to dwell.)
“What’s on your mind?” asked Elena, watching Mirabel accept the shawl and pull it further around her arm, shuffling closer. A heart after her own. Elena would hide away by herself for hours, yet long desperately for someone to find her, to offer her a hug and a shoulder to cry on.
Mirabel stared despondently at her feet. “I don’t know,” said Mirabel, “A lot.”
“Like what?”
Mirabel seemed warmer, but didn’t stop hugging her knees. She didn’t reply.
Elena thought back over the last few letters Bruno had sent her. She’d been here so much since the proposal, there had been no point writing. Shame - if something had happened with Mirabel, he would certainly have mentioned it.
“It’s - “ Mirabel began, then sighed. “Abuela told me that at the wedding, she... I mean, she said it was mainly symbolic, but... She said she was going to make an announcement. About... about appointing a successor to be the head of the family, and... retiring.”
Ah.
“That’s a lot,” said Elena.
“It’s a lot,” said Mirabel gloomily. “Cause if she retires, that means...”
Elena knew exactly what that meant; it meant Mirabel became head of the Madrigal family, and the de-facto mayor of the town, before she even turned twenty. Bruno’s letters were full of details on this point. Mamá made Mirabel do the breakfast meeting today... Mamá and Mirabel went to a stakeholder’s meeting in town... Mirabel is studying business strategy and I’ve been helping her... Elena had known that Alma was planning on a gradual retirement someday, but evidently, that day was coming now.
“I mean, I’m not a kid,” said Mirabel, sighing. “I’m almost a grown woman! I have to quit wasting time and do something with my life someday... It’s not that I don’t want to take over...”
Mirabel seemed so young to Elena. Had Elena thought of herself as a grown woman, when she wasn't even nineteen?
“It’s just so fast!” Mirabel let go of her knees to make a gesture of frustration, her voice catching. Her eyes began to fill with tears. “Everything’s moving so fast. Abuela’s retiring, Isabela told me she’s thinking of moving out, the wedding, it’s happening so fast...”
Elena rubbed Mirabel’s back in comforting circles. Mirabel buried her face in her hands and stifled a single sob, hid there for a moment, then sighed, forcing herself to calm down. Elena wished she could take Mirabel in her arms and let her cry for as long as she needed to... Elena wished, now, that it was Bruno here and not her; she was sure Mirabel would have wanted her uncle, not her unfamiliar aunt-to-be.
“If you told me, when I was your age, that I had to start doing community management for a town this size,” said Elena, “I’d have felt so overwhelmed, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Abuela was only twenty-five when she founded the Encanto,” sniffed Mirabel, “And she had three kids. And she’s not even really retiring! She said so!”
Mirabel’s voice was full of frustration, but Elena recognised self-anger and self-loathing when she saw it; she could see Mirabel begging herself to pull it together, stop being dumb, even if she didn’t say it out loud.
“She said barely anything will change, it’s just setting things in motion... That I won’t be in charge until I’m ready... I’ve been training for this for years! It shouldn’t be a big deal!” Mirabel rubbed her face. “But I can’t deal with it! I just can’t! I won’t even have Tío Bruno - ”
Mirabel stopped herself and gulped. Elena paused too, seeing the look on Mirabel’s face change, a blush rising in her cheeks.
“...Because he’ll be married to me?” said Elena softly.
Mirabel’s voice trembled with restraint. “I really want Tío Bruno to marry you,” she said, “I don’t... I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who would make him happier... He was alone for so long, he deserves it so much... We all love you so much for him...”
Elena felt her heart melt a little at that, despite herself.
Mirabel blinked away tears. “I’m really sorry,” she whispered, “I just... Seeing the vision of you, with the twins... I feel so selfish. And so stupid. I really want him to marry you, I do, I want him to have kids, I want him to have that... But there’s this... this stupid part of me... That wishes...”
One of Elena’s private fears was that she would never be accepted by Bruno’s beloved sobrinos, the ones he wrote so much about, and that they would never forgive her for stealing him away. But of course Mirabel, who was so sweet and generous, would never resent her. Elena wished she did resent her. Instead, poor Mirabel was stuck on this roof, resenting herself.
“Wishes things could stay the same,” murmured Elena, and Mirabel choked back another sob, leaning towards Elena. This time, Elena did wrap her arms around Mirabel, unfamiliar or not, and held her closer.
Elena heard Mirabel stuttering out, through tears, “I - I’m sorry - ”
Mirabel was so young, and so much like a younger Elena, and so much like Bruno, too, bright and brilliant. The sound of her crying made Elena’s heart break. “Oh, honey, don’t be sorry... Shh, mija... Don’t be sorry. You’re okay.”
She held Mirabel like that for a while, rubbing her back, brushing her hair away from her face. Elena thought about Bruno’s letters, again. Bruno spent many of his days worrying about Mirabel; chasing after her through her adventures, keeping her out of trouble, helping her with some new big project or other, desperate to protect her from the worst of his mother’s influence, preserving what little of her childhood that remained. What must it be like for Mirabel, who had spent her adolescence under his wing, to lose him to a new family?
When Mirabel finally quieted down to silent tears, Elena said, softly, “Have I ever told you about Ramón?”
Mirabel shook her head. Elena kept her arm around Mirabel, kept rubbing circles into her back, as she stared up into the stars.
“The first time I ever sang in front of an audience, I was thirteen. He was a busker, down on the city thoroughfare. He played the guitar for me. It was the first time anybody played for me since my father died. I felt like myself for the first time in years.”
Mirabel mumbled, “Tío Bruno told me about the fire.”
Elena nodded, grateful to be spared that part of the story. “Ramón was amazing on the guitar. I hadn’t heard anything like it for so long, I finally felt like I was at home again. I asked him if I could come back, and he said to come the next week, and bring a guitar from the music room, and he’d teach me to play for myself.”
“And he did?” said Mirabel.
“Every week,” said Elena, “For years. We’d spend an hour practising music, then another hour performing together. Every time I came back, he had something new to show me. He’d grown up poor, but he’d gotten his hands on every book he could. I thought there was nothing he didn’t know. I used to live for those weekends, when he would teach me how to be a musician. And then... when I was seventeen, I finished my bachiller, I went to go see him. The weekend before I applied to go to Conservatory, to study music...”
Elena ran her hands over her fingers, where the guitar-callouses had once been. Carlos had hated them; insisted she switch to piano and moisturise them away.
“When I got there, he said, ‘Today, Elena, you don’t need to sing; I’ll play for you, just for you.’ He did his whole set, all the music he’d taught me over those years. And then, when he was done, he handed me a lock-box. It was money - half of the money we’d made together over those years, the money I’d helped him make so he could keep it... He’d been putting it away, all that time, to give it back to me at the end. And he said, ‘Elena, I have nothing left to teach you. This is the last thing I have to give you. Now, you’ll be the one playing the music’.”
“What did you say?” asked Mirabel.
“I said thank you,” said Elena, “And I kept it together all the way until I got home, and then I cried, all night, because I was never going to go back there and learn music from him, ever again. I was going to leave, I was going to study other people’s music somewhere else, and I would never be the kid singing for Ramón on the thoroughfare again. The best part of my life was over, the new part hadn’t begun yet, and I was stuck in the middle with nothing... I didn’t feel like I’d ever be happy like that again, even if I became as brilliant and famous as I dreamed.”
Carlos had hated Ramón. Ramón had a special talent for insulting Carlos, very subtly and very slightly, in ways that were practically indetectable. Elena had always told Carlos he was just being mischievous. Elena had only realised recently that, in fact, Ramón had always hated Carlos back.
“Do you still miss it?” said Mirabel.
“To tell you the truth,” said Elena, “Yes. Life got... very complicated... when I turned about twenty. There are lots of times I’ve wished I could go back to that thoroughfare...”
Elena took Mirabel’s hand, gratified to see that she had stopped crying.
“But I didn’t have to miss Ramón,” she said. “He was wrong. He said he had nothing left to give me. But I kept in touch with him. He walked me down the aisle towards a man he hated,” She gave a short laugh, “And then, when that man left me, he got in his wheelchair, wheeled over to my house, and got me drunk. To tell you the truth, Mirabel, I’m forty-one, and I still don’t feel like I’m grown-up enough to stop needing his help.”
Mirabel, even with her eyes puffy and her face wet, smiled. “You’re famous.”
“And, you know what? I still feel exactly the same as I did when I was thirteen. I feel like a kid playing around, with the grown-ups pretending the clap for me... Even with my face on record labels. I still talk to Ramón and feel like there’s nothing he doesn’t know.”
Mirabel rubbed her face again, still smiling. “The first time Tío Bruno played your music for me,” she said, “I was fifteen... He said you re-invented the genre, and they should name the National University’s music building after you.”
Elena paused. “Really?”
“He said you could hear the classical training,” said Mirabel.
Elena found herself a little knocked off her train of thought with this information. Had Bruno said that? He’d never said that to her.
“I’ll have to ask him for a full review later,” Elena said, chuckling, “The point is... You don’t have to feel ready for these changes. It’s normal to not feel ready to grow up, no matter what age you are.”
(Even if you’ve already been married, even if you’ve tried to have children before... Those were things Elena didn’t need to say.)
“And the world won’t change as much as it feels like it will,” she continued, “I promise Bruno will always be your tío, just as much as he is now. I don’t think he’d ever change so much that he wouldn’t drop everything to help you...” She smiled. “And I don’t think he could be a father without your help.”
Elena squeezed Mirabel’s hand.
“If it ever feels like too much,” said Elena, “I know he’ll be there. It’s just... I’ll be there too. I promise I’ll take care of things while you two are on your adventures.” She laughed. “I’ve heard all about them.”
“That’d be nice,” chuckled Mirabel.
“And if you ever need to just get away and be a kid again, you can always come to us. I promise we won’t saddle you with any more responsibility. You can come play rat theatre with us, and make Camilo do all the grown-up stuff, okay?”
Mirabel laughed. “Rat theatre? Not you too?”
“Well, I think Bruno’s tastes are a little corny,” admitted Elena, “I was planning on introducing some diversity. Rat musicals... rat opera... Rat improv? His plot twists get so convoluted.”
Mirabel laughed again, properly this time, and Elena smiled at her. Downstairs, where the party lights were still going, someone put on a record - no Agustín to play the piano tonight.
“We should probably get back,” said Mirabel, “Abuela might wonder...”
“We can stay here for a little longer,” said Elena, smiling, “I’ll just tell her you wanted to talk to me about... Oh, I don’t know... economics? Something modern like that?”
“Economics,” laughed Mirabel. “Yeah. Okay. Maybe for five minutes...”
They both sat next to each other, staring up at the stars.
“They say that the Germans were researching how to send rockets to space,” Elena told Mirabel, “And that perhaps someday they’ll land on the moon, and build things there.”
“Do you think they will?”
“I don’t know,” said Elena, “Who knows what the future holds?”
They were silent for a moment.
“Bruno does,” said Mirabel, and Elena laughed.
“Yes, I suppose he does. I could ask him... But perhaps that would ruin the surprise... Oh, look!”
Elena pointed to where a streak of light was moving across the sky, or so it seemed for a moment; Mirabel craned her neck, looking around eagerly, but the sky seemed still again now.
“A shooting star?” said Mirabel.
“Maybe!” said Elena. “Or maybe a rocket launch, who knows? I don’t know anything about stars. You can barely see them, back home.”
For the first time, Mirabel was the one to take Elena’s hand, and squeeze it in her own.
“This is your home,” Mirabel said, “Or at least it will be soon.”
She grinned. Elena saw, in that grin, the promising young leader that Bruno spoke so highly of; she felt a flush of pride that they’d had this conversation, now, something between the two of them that Bruno hadn’t been a part of. That Mirabel wasn’t just Bruno’s niece but hers, too, someday soon...
“Is something wrong?” asked Mirabel, and Elena realised she’d gone quiet.
“No, not at all. I was just thinking...” Elena smiled. “On our first date, Bruno spent so long just talking about you and your adventures...”
“Really?”
...And I think I fell in love with him then, because it was clear he was so full of love, and his face lit up with joy and pride and he wasn’t embarrassed, not a bit, to show how much he admired this little girl; his heart was so huge, and he was so sweet, and I hadn’t thought there were men in the world who could be so gentle... “And it’s strange,” said Elena, “How much things have changed since that day, and here you are in front of me. Mirabel, if you don’t mind me saying this, I can’t wait to be your tía.”
Mirabel smiled. She looked very like Julieta when she smiled. She looked very like Bruno when she smiled.
“I can’t wait either,” she said.
They would go back to the party soon; but they lingered for a moment there, staring at the stars, as the music played on in the distance.
#encanto#art commission#prophetic hijinks#elena ruiz#elena is so nice to write.... i would love to live in her brain like an apartment#the story of prophetic hijinks begins tidily just as mirabel gets too old for the EncantoTV universe i'm very tickled by it#is elena ruiz canon in encantoTV? well she's not NOT canon. if she was she'd cameo in giftshop lol
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One of Them Girls
Angel Reyes x Reader
Request by @lakamaa12: I have a request.. if you don't want to do it, no worries (or it's been done by another blog and I missed it).I was wondering if you would consider writing something with Angel based around the song One of Them Girls by Lee Brice?
(Part 2 can be found Here)
Warnings: language, alcohol, Angel being the cutie we know he is
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: To the best of my knowledge, no one else has written an Angel fic for this song yet! If you have and I didn’t see it, my bad! But real talk I’ve been obsessed with this song lately and I wanted to write a fic for it so I’m super glad you sent this my way. Hope you enjoy! xo
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Your roommate had been trying for months to get you to go to one of the MC parties with her. She knew them from working at Vicki’s and she swore that you would have a good time if you just came to the clubhouse with her.
“Just for a couple hours,” she pleaded as she stood in the doorway to your room, “and if you’re really not having a good time, we can leave and I’ll never bother you about it again. Promise.”
You sighed, leaning your head back against your headboard, “Fine. Just so you won’t bother me about it anymore.”
She beamed, “Yes! Oh this is gonna be so fun,” you could practically see the thoughts racing through her head, “Wear those skinny jeans that make your butt look good.”
You groaned, “You’re gonna dress me, too?”
She laughed, “It’s just a friendly suggestion.”
It was a suggestion that you begrudgingly took her up on. She really wasn’t that pushy about what to wear, but she knew that she was able to nudge you out of your comfort zone a little bit sometimes. You’d ended up with a simple, low-cut black tank top, the jeans she had suggested, and a pair of black boots. You weren’t going to risk snapping your ankle in a pair of heels when you didn’t know what you’d be walking into.
Elena may have been persistent, but she was a woman of her word. She stayed by you when you first arrived, knowing the scene was a little overwhelming when you first walk into it. You weren’t quite sure what you had been expecting, but this wasn’t quite what you had pictured in your mind. It was a little tamer, a little less chaotic than your brain had been telling you it would be.
“C’mon,” she tugged you towards the bar, “I’ll get you a beer.”
“Elena, who are all these people?” you asked quietly as you scanned the room.
She started pointing out the members of the MC one by one, telling you their names and a few fun facts about each. Some of the facts were a little more information than you cared to know, but she got you to laugh. Some of the girls you recognized because they’d come over and hang out at your apartment sometimes, and it was nice to know that you knew more than just one person at the party. They said there was power in numbers, right?
“Hey, querida,” a voice piped up from behind the two of you.
Elena turned, a smile instantly spreading across her face as she walked up to the man who had been speaking to her and letting him scoop her up in a hug, “Angel, hey!”
He set her down and his eyes found their way over to you. You felt small under the weight of his gaze but you tried not to let it show. He glanced back to Elena, “You brought a friend?”
She laughed, nodding, “Angel, this is my roommate, and best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Angel, the biggest pain in the ass in the MC.”
He placed a hand over his chest, an exaggeratedly pained expression on his face, “Right to my heart.”
The three of you laughed and you shook your head slightly, the nerves beginning to dissipate a little bit. You weren’t expecting him to plop down on the stool next to yours, but he did. You looked over to Elena, as if to ask if you should be worried about anything. She flashed you a smile as she sat down on the other side of you, giving your arm a light, reassuring squeeze as she reached for her drink.
“So what questionable decisions led you here tonight?” he asked with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer.
You laughed, shaking your head, “Just throwing Elena a bone. She’s been wanting me to come here with her for a while.”
“Didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of degenerates?” there was a playful smirk on his face.
You smiled, “More like I didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of people in general,” you laughed, “I’m a bit of a homebody.”
“I’m working on that,” Elena piped in with a smile.
The three of you sat at the bar and talked for a little while. You could tell that Angel was trying to get a read on you, the new girl. You couldn’t be mad because you were doing the same thing to him. He was smooth, flirtatious, but not overbearingly so. That was a game you’d be willing to play for the night while you pacified your friend. If you were going to be forced to socialize, there were worse people to look at while doing it.
Elena must’ve gotten the vibe from you, because she politely excused herself from the conversation, letting you know that she wouldn’t be far if you decided that you wanted to bail and go home. You saw the smirk tugging at her lips as she walked away though, knowing that you were having a much better time there than you’d ever admit.
“So I gotta know,” Angel asked as he idly toyed with the beer bottle in his hands, “how does a homebody like you end up rooming with Miss “Life of the Party” Elena?”
You laughed, trying not to stare at the way his ringed fingers traced and curled around the neck of his beer bottle, “We actually had a few classes together our first year in college,” you shook your head, “Nothing bonds two people together like suffering through statistics classes together.”
He chuckled, “Fuck that.”
“That was exactly how we felt.”
The longer the two of you talked, the more he tested his boundaries. He wasn’t pushy, or inappropriate, but he was definitely trying to figure out what made you tick. You weren’t going to give him that kind of satisfaction so quickly, though. You bantered back and forth with him, and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had you laughing so hard.
Angel was in the middle of an incredibly cheesy pickup line that he swore has worked for him before when the song coming through the speakers changed. You couldn’t help but to perk up a little bit at the familiar beat and Angel noticed the shift immediately. He watched you for a moment as he tried to feel out the situation.
“Wanna dance?”
You shook your head no with zero hesitation, “No thank you.”
He laughed, “C’mon, why not? Live a little.”
You smiled but didn’t move to get up from your stool, “I’m sure there are plenty of women here tonight that would love to dance with you, Angel.”
He didn’t push the topic any further. You were smiling but he could see the flash of emotion in your eyes and he knew that there was something there that you weren’t ready to tap into yet with him. So, instead, he got you another beer and delved back into his cheesy pickup line story. When you realized that he was going to move past what you just said and not make it awkward, the tension immediately melted out of your body. You gladly took the beer bottle from him as you listened him ramble into another story.
“Yo, Angel,” Coco called from the pool table, “get over here. Bring your friend, we need two more.”
“You play pool?” Angel asked you, curious to your answer.
You shrugged as you hopped off the stool, “I mean I know how to.”
He laughed as he followed you across the clubhouse, “That’s not a super reassuring answer, querida.”
“Man, fuck him. You can be on my team,” Coco said with a laugh, “He and Gilly can fend for themselves.”
There was something reassuring and welcoming about the way that Coco spoke to you—like he had known you for years. He handed you your pool stick, smile still plastered onto his face. This wasn’t how you had originally pictured your night going, but you weren’t upset about it.
About halfway through the game, Angel was pissed that he didn’t try to team up with you. You and Coco were on a hot-streak and he really didn’t expect that from you. He shook his head as you sank another shot, and you had to laugh at the way that Coco was able to effectively gloat with just a simple look thrown Angel’s way.
“I mean I know how to,” Angel mocked you with a laugh as he shook his head, watching you line up to take another shot, “Can’t believe you fuckin’ hustled me.”
You laughed, “I don’t think you can call it hustling if there’s no money involved. You’re just mad because we’re about to whoop your ass.”
He chuckled and glanced over at Coco, “Don’t look so smug, Coco. She’s fuckin’ carrying you right now.”
The game wrapped up quickly with you and Coco both doing so well. Gilly had been more than content to sit back and watch it all happen, reveling in the fact that someone, and someone new at that, was kicking Angel’s ass at pool. Angel was shaking his head as he set his stick aside, still trying to figure out how all of that just happened. For someone who claimed that they didn’t like going out and doing things, you seemed to be full of surprises.
“Since I am a gracious winner,” you said with a laugh as you let Coco put your stick away, “I’ll buy you all a drink.”
Angel went to protest, not wanting you to be buying anything for any of them, but Gilly slapped his chest to stop him. The look on Gilly’s face made it very evident that no matter how cute the girl was, none of them were about to be turning down free drinks. Angel laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
As the night wore on, slowly but surely people began to trickle out of the clubhouse. You hadn’t really talked to Elena since you got wrapped up playing pool with the guys, but the two of you kept an eye on one another. Every now and then she’d shoot you a look, one that asked if you needed to get out, and you would just shake your head. She’d smile, sometimes throw you a wink, before getting wrapped back up into whatever she was doing. You knew that she was just glad to get you out of the house and socializing with people.
You and Angel were sitting next to each other on the couch talking, keeping your conversation low in the midst of music and noise still filling the clubhouse. You were shaking your head at him as he told you about some of the scrapes he’d gotten into with his brother, someone that you knew you’d also love to sit and have a conversation with eventually.
Elena walked up and gave you a nudge, smiling when you turned to her, “Not trying to rush you, but I think a couple of the girls and I are gonna head out. You want me to bring you home before I go with them?”
Truthfully, you didn’t want to leave. But she was your ride, so it wasn’t like you were going to have much of a choice. Just as you were about to speak up and say you’d get ready to leave, Angel interrupted, “I can take you home if you want.”
You glanced back at him, arching one eyebrow, “Oh?”
“Yea,” he shrugged, smiling, “I don’t mind.”
Elena bit at her bottom lip, trying to fight back a smile, “You good with that, Y/N?”
You nodded, “Yea, I think so,” you laughed, “Worst case scenario I have pepper spray in my bag.”
“Jesus,” Angel laughed.
Elena shook her head with a grin as she leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Text me when you’re home. Love you.”
“Love you too. Text when you get to wherever the hell you guys are all going,” you chuckled.
“Will do,” she turned and hugged Angel, “Get her home safe, or I’ll beat your ass.”
He nodded, trying hard not to laugh because he knew that she was serious, “Yes ma’am.”
When she was gone and it was just the two of you again, things felt a little different. You suddenly became very aware of the way that his arm was draped over the back of the couch, his fingers almost brushing against your shoulder. Despite the number of people that were still in the clubhouse, it felt like it was just you two left. Everything else felt farther away.
“Can I ask where you’re from?” he leaned in a little closer to you and took a sip of his beer, “Because I feel like you’re not from around here.”
You smiled, shaking your head, “I’m not. I’m from the East Coast—came out this way for college,” you laughed, “Very cliché, I know.”
“Ah, you’re one of them girls, huh?”
“Who are them girls?” you chuckled.
“Had to get the hell outta dodge?”
You smiled and nodded, not really wanting to get into the details of your decisions, “Something like that.”
“You musta broke a lot of hearts when you left,” there was a smirk tugging at his lips.
You laughed, “Wouldn’t know—haven’t been back to find out.”
Somewhere along the line of your conversation, the two of you had gotten very comfortable. You had your legs pulled up underneath you as you leaned into him, his hand resting lightly on the nape of your neck. Every now and then when you laughed your hand would come to rest on his thigh for a moment or two before you pulled it back to your own body. He wasn’t bold enough to say it but he wished that you’d leave it there.
There was a brief lull in the conversation and you looked around the clubhouse, seeing that the two of you were some of the last people there. You checked your phone, seeing that you had gotten the safety update from your roommate almost an hour before and hadn’t noticed from being so enthralled with Angel.
“You got that look on your face like you gotta get going,” Angel said knowingly.
You sighed, “Yea, unfortunately I still have to go and do life stuff tomorrow,” there was a hint of laughter to your voice.
His thumb traced idly along the exposed skin at the base of your neck, “We can take the bike, if you want.”
You pressed your lips together for a moment, “I’ve never ridden on one before.”
He chuckled as he rose to his feet, helping you to do the same, “Something tells me you’ll be fine.”
The two of you walked out of the clubhouse, Angel’s hand settling on the small of your back. The chilly night air hit your skin and sent a chill through you. Without a second thought, Angel peeled off his sweatshirt that he’d put on and handed it over to you. You started to shake your head no but he wordlessly pushed the hoodie into your hands. You gave in with a smile, pulling it down over your head. It was warm, and you were practically swimming in the fabric, but you didn’t mind.
He let you use his helmet, and you settled behind him after climbing onto the bike. Your hands were lightly resting on his waist and he pulled your arms tighter around him, causing you to press flush up against his back.
“Don’t be shy, querida,” he chuckled, “For your own safety as much as anything else.”
You laughed, thankful that he couldn’t see the sheepish smile on your face as you let your body rest against his. The bike came to life underneath you and you nervously wrapped your arms a little tighter around him, and you could feel him laughing despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him over the noise of the bike.
Slowly you eased into the ride, your nerves subsiding a little bit. Angel must’ve felt the tension dissipating because he picked up the speed a little bit, causing you to laugh and tighten your hold on him. You knew that Angel knew the way to yours and Elena’s apartment, so you knew that he was taking the long way there. As much as you wanted to call him out on it, you didn’t want him to think that you minded. It was a peaceful, freeing feeling to be riding with him.
He rolled to a stop in front of your apartment building. You hopped off the bike, handing him back his helmet. The two of you stood there and you knew that he could feel the same type of tension in the air that you felt. For a night that you really hadn’t been looking forward to, it was the best time that you’d had in a while.
You went to take his sweatshirt off to give back to him but he shook his head at you, “Nah, keep it.”
“You sure?”
He nodded with a smirk on his face, “Yea. Just give it back next time I see you.”
You smiled, “Next time? Who said I’m coming back to the clubhouse?”
He laughed and shook his head, “Damn, you and Elena are both out to keep my ego in check, huh?”
“It’s good for you,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the fact that you felt nervous, trying to figure out how to say goodnight.
“But really,” he stepped in a little closer to you, forcing you to tilt your head up slightly to look him in the eye, “I’d really like to be able to see you again.”
You managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds, just long enough to make him nervous. You could see him racing to try and come up with a follow-up statement to get himself out of being rejected, and you let yourself smile as you nodded, “I’d like that.”
He let out an audible sigh of relief, “Had me worried for a second,” he chuckled.
You laughed, shaking your head, “Can’t make it too easy for you.”
He smiled, “Can I have your number? Or do I gotta level up for that?”
You rolled your eyes as you held your hand out, “Give me your phone before I change my mind.”
He chuckled as he dug it out of his pocket and pressed it into the palm of your hand. He watched you intently as you plugged your number in, smiling as you handed it back to him, “This your real number? Or one of those rejection hotlines?”
You smirked, “Guess you’ll have to call me and find out. One time I gave some dude the number that would just play the John Cena theme song over and over again. That was…peak rejection.”
“That’s not exactly reassuring for me, you get that, right?” he laughed.
You smiled and shook your head, “It’s my real number, promise,” you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks for bringing me home.”
He couldn’t hide that he was surprised by the gesture. A huge smile spread across his face as he nodded, “Yea, any time.”
“Get home safe.”
He nodded, “I will,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you crossed your arms over your chest, trapping the heat against your body as you watched him get back on his bike and strap his helmet on. He flashed you another smile and you waved him off.
You let out a small sigh of contentment as you turned around and made your way into your building. The walk up to your apartment seemed much shorter as you replayed the night over in your head. You turned the key in the lock and stepped in, glad to be home but simultaneously wishing that the night wasn’t over yet. You showered and threw your pajamas on, falling into your bed with a happy sigh. After shutting the light off and settling in underneath your blanket, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You reached over to see who it was, and smiled when you saw a message waiting for you from a new number.
“Home safe. Sweet dreams” after a few seconds a second text came in, “It’s Angel by the way”
You chuckled as you typed out your reply, ‘Thanks for the clarification. Got worried for a second”
“Just tryna be sweet and you can’t let me have it, can you?”
“Nope” you were laughing in the quiet darkness of your room.
“Alright. Sweet nightmares then. Goodnight”
You could picture his face and you couldn’t stop smiling, “Goodnight xo”
You set your phone off to the side again, settling back down underneath your covers. Your body wanted to sleep but your brain was too busy replaying the entire night over again and you couldn’t stop smiling.
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Asshole - Elijah Mikaelson
Pairing: Elijah x Reader
Warnings: Bullying, Assholes, Flangst
A/N: I’m gonna let y’all in on a little secret. When I can’t/don’t write for a long time, I find it incredibly hard to start writing regularly again. Part of me feels like I am incapable and the rest fears I am. Anyway, this took much longer than it should have. I hope you enjoy!
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You sat at a table at the back of the Grill enjoying your own company and a well-aged Scotch. Well, as aged as it got at the Mystic Grill. You were supposed to have been spending your evening with Klaus and Kol but they’d opted out to take care of some business. Kol had sounded so sincere in his disappointment you couldn’t be mad at them.
After some indecision, you came to the Grill on your own. It had been a long week and you’d been looking forward to getting out of the house. You’d already eaten dinner and decided to have a couple of drinks before you walked home. Or maybe more than a couple since you were already on number three.
Your gaze jerked up from the glass in your hand when someone slid into the chair across from you. Seeing Damon, you started to smile before remembering he was no longer your friend. And as much as you didn’t want to let that bother you, it stung. The two of you had been near inseparable until you saved Kol from the mechanizations of the Scooby gang.
You’d chosen your side. It didn’t matter that killing Kol would have ended the lives of who knows how many vampires. Apparently slaughtering innocent people was only bad when the Mikaelsons did it. None of your friends would even attempt to see it your way. They’d cast you out and the Originals had taken you in. You tried not to be bitter about it. You even succeeded most of the time. Until moments like this anyway.
You clenched your teeth together and willed the tears that threatened to fill your eyes to fuck off. “Is there something you needed, Damon?”
Damon clicked his tongue before giving you a little smirk. “So testy. Can’t I just say hi to an old friend?”
“You can do whatever you want, but let’s not pretend that these aren’t the first words you’ve said to me in months. Whatever we are, we’re not friends. Not anymore.” And god you wished that didn’t hurt as much as it did.
He made a show of looking around the room. “I just noticed that you were alone. Not a Mikaelson in sight. Thought I’d check to see if you’ve finally come to your senses?”
You swallowed what was left of your drink in answer. Anything else you said would only lead to a repeat of the same argument you’d had a hundred times.
He tapped his fingers on the table. “I’ll take that as a no.” After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and leaned forward. “Or perhaps they’ve learned that your loyalty is a fickle thing and they’ve kicked you out of their little family.”
“Fuck you, Damon.” You wished you hadn’t finished your drink so you could throw it in his face. “I wasn’t the disloyal one. All of you turned your back on me because I saved someone’s life.”
“Not just someone. Kol fucking Mikaelson. You knew it was a betrayal before you even did it. How were we supposed to overlook that? To ever trust you again?”
“Honestly, I thought you’d all lost your ever-loving minds. Why would any of you think it was okay to not only kill Kol but everyone that would go with him?”
“It was to save Elena.” Damon all but hissed the words.
“No. It was to make her human again. Big difference.” You leaned back with a frown and signaled for another drink. “You know, for someone that claims to love a vampire, she certainly has a deep-seated hatred for them.”
Damon’s gaze moved over you as though he were looking for something. It wasn’t until your drink was delivered that he spoke again. “They don’t care about you, you know. They never did. Getting you on their side just another way to get under our skin.”
You sipped at your drink as you looked him over. If he only knew the number of times you had convinced Klaus not to kill one of them. The number of times you’d redirected the hybrid’s rage or Kol’s anger. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t care at all. “I’m not a tool, Damon. I’d know if they were using me.”
His ever-present smirk faded as his eyes turned cold. “Would you? You believed everything I told you readily enough. Of course, you were so lonely you would have believed most anything, wouldn’t you? Anything to have a friend. Somewhere to go where you weren’t alone.”
You clenched your teeth tightly and refused to meet his gaze as he threw confessions made over late night glasses of Scotch back at you. “Were you never my friend then?” You hated yourself for asking the question. Even more for the way your voice broke as you did.
He tilted his head. “Oh sweetheart, why would I have been?”
And with that, he was gone. So nice of him to stop by. You downed what was left of your drink and signaled for another.
By the time you determined no amount of alcohol was going to erase Damon’s words from your brain, you were well and truly drunk. When the waitress came by to check on you, you ordered a glass of water and pulled out your phone.
You tapped your finger against the back of it as you thought. Going home to your empty house meant wallowing in self-pity until you passed out and then probably doing the same thing when you woke. Kol or Klaus were always your first call at moments like this, but you had no idea what kind of business they had to do and didn’t want to interrupt if it was something important. The last thing you needed was for them to be angry with you as well. Rebekah was out of town.
That left Elijah. You weren’t as close to him as the others through no fault of his. No, he’d gone out of his way to make you feel welcome, to extend the hand of friendship. But you were painfully shy when he was around. If there was one thing in life that could be counted on, it was the fact that you would be incredibly awkward around anyone you felt the slightest interest in. Poor Elijah probably thought you hated him. Klaus however thought the way you clammed up in his brother’s presence was hilarious.
Maybe that was the only reason they kept you around. Because you entertained them. At this point, did it really matter? Even if they didn’t need you, you needed them. Without the Mikaelsons you would be completely, utterly alone. Maybe you should start thinking about moving on. You could just start over somewhere else. Preferably somewhere with no supernatural drama. That would be fantastic.
After giving it another moment’s thought, you pressed the screen and called Elijah.
He answered on the second ring. “Y/N. Lovely to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Tears flooded your eyes at the warmth in his voice and a lump formed in your throat. “I’m sorry to bother you, Elijah. I just…” You trailed off and sucked in a deep breath to keep from crying.
“Is everything all right?”
You cleared your throat. “Not really, no. Could you come pick me up at the Grill?”
“Of course.”
You hung up and slid your phone back into your pocket. After pushing yourself to your feet, you stood still for a moment to get your bearings. When you glanced toward the bar to signal for your check, your gaze met Damon’s. He smirked as he ran his eyes over you and saluted you with his glass, clearly knowing he was the reason for your current state. Deciding to wait for Elijah outside, you tossed enough money on the table to take care of your ticket and a generous tip.
The cool air bit at your skin as you stepped outside. You moved to the end of the building and leaned against the wall. You tilted your head back to lean against the brick. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath of the crisp air to sober yourself up a bit and drive back the tears.
“It’s not safe for you to be out here by yourself, Y/N. You never know who might wander by.” Damon’s voice cut through you but you maintained your position.
“Why are you doing this?” Relief flooded you when your voice didn’t break. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Just leave me alone.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
The only response that came to mind was telling him to fuck off so you kept your mouth shut and ignored him. Or you tried to at any rate.
A firm hand grabbed your chin and tilted your head down. The pressure he applied was enough to send a jolt of pain through your jaw. Your eyes shot open at the violation. “Don’t ignore me.”
You jerked your head to the side and he released you. “Don’t touch me.” At least the anger chased away the tears.
He placed his hands on either side of your head and leaned in until barely a breath separated you. You pushed against him though it did no good. You knew it wouldn’t but you couldn’t just stand there and let him do whatever he wanted. “Get away from me, Damon.”
“Why should I? You like vampires, don’t you, Y/N?”
Your eyes darted up to meet his and you realized that your comments about Elena had bothered him just as much as his words hurt you. Good. Asshole. “I like some vampires. I’m not particularly fond of you at the moment.”
He snarled and shoved himself off the wall putting some much needed space between the two of you. “You think you’re better than me? You’re nothing. Less than nothing. The only attention you received from me was pity.” Every word he threw at you struck like a physical blow. And the smile that crossed his face told you he was very much aware of it. But he wasn’t finished yet. “I pitied you, took you in and you repaid me by siding with the Mikaelsons. God only knows what they’re still keeping you around for but when they finish with you—after they’ve taken whatever it is they want from you—don’t come crying to us. Frankly, I’m glad to be rid of you. We all are.”
Hot tears began to leak down your cheeks and you wanted nothing more than to escape. Before you could run away or even think of another response, Damon was slammed face first into the wall beside you. You jumped away in response, relaxing when you saw it was Elijah holding him there. He had Damon’s arm twisted behind his back and kept him pressed to the wall with a hand between his shoulder blades.
“Get off me,” Damon demanded as he struggled to free himself.
Elijah ignored him, placing all of his attention on you. “Are you all right?”
You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “I’m not injured if that’s what you mean. He was just being an asshole.”
He hummed as he arched a brow. “Yes, well, it is Damon.”
The corner of your mouth kicked up and you wiped the tears from your cheeks. Elijah stepped back, pulling Damon away from the wall in the process though he still didn’t release him. “In the future, it would be wise for you to leave Y/N alone. The next time we have this conversation won’t end as pleasantly for you.” Only then did he let him go and Damon was gone in the blink of an eye.
Elijah placed his hand on your back to direct you to his car parked a short distance away. It wasn’t until he’d started to drive that either of you said anything.
“Would you mind just driving around for a while? If it’s not too much of a bother I mean.”
The silence stretched but you resisted the urge to look at him. Fresh tears were running down your cheeks and you preferred to keep that to yourself for the time being.
“Of course, it’s not a bother,” he finally responded, his voice quiet, concerned. “Whatever you need.”
Some time later you wiped the tears from your cheeks and turned to watch Elijah drive. His face was drawn and he had a firm grip on the steering wheel. He glanced your direction and smiled when he met your gaze. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You shrugged a shoulder. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Certainly.”
“Why do you keep me around?”
“What?” He couldn’t have sounded more surprised if he tried.
You turned your attention back to the view from your window. “Not you specifically. All of you. I mean, you don’t owe me anything if that’s what you think. Or maybe you just feel bad for me because everyone else is mad at me. You don’t have to. I’d do okay on my own.”
Elijah didn’t respond right away and you figured he was trying to think of a way to gently break the truth. Just as you were about to tell him it wasn’t necessary, the car slid to a smooth stop. You glanced around to see nothing but trees and you hadn’t been paying attention to the direction Elijah drove from town. You had no idea where you were.
“Look at me, Y/N.”
You turned in your seat so you faced him as much as possible. His dark gaze ran over you and if you didn’t know better, you’d swear you saw sorrow in his eyes. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “What exactly happened tonight?”
You glanced away as your hands twisted together in your lap. “Nothing. I told you he was just being an asshole.”
“Why don’t you try expanding on that a bit, sweetheart. I’m afraid I’m not buying it at the moment.”
You stayed silent as you figured out how to phrase everything so it would make sense.
“Y/N—” Elijah started and you held up a hand to cut him off.
“The thing about your best friend deciding they hate you is that they take everything they know about you and use it to hurt you. And god, Damon’s a pro at it. He hits the mark every time.”
“What do you mean every time? Has this happened before?” The irritation in Elijah’s voice made you smile.
“Not for a while. Right after the whole Kol thing, it happened almost daily. I figured he was done being an ass to me. Guess I was wrong.”
“Why did you not say anything?”
You shrugged again. “It didn’t seem important at the time. I just quit going anywhere I might run into him or the others unless one of you was with me. I figured it had been long enough I’d be safe to have dinner and a couple of drinks without a bodyguard.”
His hand reached out to cover yours where they still twisted together in your lap. Your face heated immediately but you didn’t pull away. “Y/N, if it was bad enough to keep you from living your life the way you wished, it was very important. I can’t believe none of us were aware of this.”
You shook your head, not wanting to argue the point. “It was just pokes. Snide comments, dirty looks. Tonight though…He said he was never my friend. That he pitied me and took me in and I betrayed them. He said there was no reason for anyone to ever be my friend.” Your voice trailed off at the end until it was barely audible. And once again you found yourself unable to look the vampire in the eyes.
He hummed in acknowledgement and released his hold on your hands. Seconds later he was out of the car and opening your door. He offered you a hand to help you out and you took it with no hesitation. He led you toward the front of the car before lifting you and placing you on the hood. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he stepped forward, placing himself between your knees.
One hand settled on your waist while the other hooked around the side of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You swallowed past the lump in your throat as he stared down at you with a serious expression. “Listen to me, Y/N. The Mikaelsons pity no one. We are a thousand years old. We have long ceased wasting our time on those that we deem unworthy. Damon is simply pissed that he never wormed his way into your bed before you proved yourself to be monumentally out of his league.”
The corner of your mouth kicked up a bit at that though you weren’t sure you believed him. There was one part of what Damon said that still bothered you. “He said once you all get what you want from me, you’ll toss me away and I’ll be alone again.”
His hold tightened enough to let you know he was upset but not enough to hurt. His jaw set and he took several breaths before responding. “The only thing my siblings desire from you is your companionship, Y/N.”
There was a brief flash of hurt that he hadn’t included himself in the statement. The look in his eyes had you pressing for more. “And you? What do you desire from me, Elijah?”
The press of his lips against yours was an answer you could never have anticipated. His hands pulled you forward and you slid off the hood to erase the space between your bodies. The hand on your neck shifted to bury his fingers in your hair while his other arm wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the lapels on his jacket as you tried to pull him closer.
Finally, the two of you separated and your chest heaved as you sucked in much needed air. “That was…unexpected,” you breathed.
“Unexpected but not unwelcome I hope.” A smile flirted with his lips as his dark gaze studied you.
You shook your head and he kissed you again before resting his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry Damon hurt you, Y/N. I won’t allow it to happen again.”
“How can he possibly hurt me when I have you to protect me?”
His low chuckle rolled through you as you leaned up to kiss him again. As his hands gripped your waist you couldn’t help but be a little bit grateful that Damon was such an asshole.
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just for you, honeybee (5/?)
pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic), bucky barnes x reader
warnings: grief, sadness, CA:TFA
words: 2,074
authors note: I am so sorry for posting this late, been a crazy few days! anywho, part 5! slowly working our way into The Avengers & The Winter Soldier. not sure how i'll write the avengers yet but i'll figure something out! thank u for being patient!
Your whole body felt so heavy.
Everything hurt and even with your soft breathing, it was as if all the muscles in your body were screaming at you to stop. Sounds of people cheering were heard but you tried to tune it out, your brain barely able to comprehend why your body hurt so much.
After telling yourself to try to at least open your eyes, you did, and it was so bright. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as you groaned at the light, trying to adjust. Listening to the sound once more, you heard a specific tune – Harry James’ Maria Elena – play on a radio.
You groaned, opening your eyes again as the song continued, hearing Harry’s voice, “Maria Elena, you’re the answer to a prayer…”
God, James loved this song.
Becoming used to the light, you tensed your toes, your legs, your arms, all the way up to your teeth, then untensing. It felt weird, being alive. Wait…were you alive? Maybe?
Before you decided to lay in your cot any longer, you sat up, glancing at your clothes – a plain, white t-shirt with an Eagle in the middle, along with some nice fitting tan pants and some shoes. ‘Odd,’ you thought to yourself, ‘definitely don’t remember changing clothes.’
The room you laid in was relatively plain, nothing was out of the ordinary as Maria Elena continued to play on repeat. “Okay,” you said aloud, “that’s a bit weird.”
With a grumble, you placed your feet on the ground as you held your head in your hands, “ugh, Steve, where the hell are you? ‘Could really use one of Howard’s hangover cures.”
Before you could talk any more nonsense to yourself, the door opened, revealing a beautiful young woman dressed in a nurse’s outfit, “good morning.” She took a quick glance at her watch, “or should I say afternoon.
You eyed her suspiciously as one of your favorite songs quickly grew to be very annoying, “where am I? Where is Steve?”
She seemed a bit nervous as she answered you, “you’re in a recovery room in New York City. Captain Rogers is right beside you, the next room over. He has been informed that you’ve woken up.”
Harry James’ “All or Nothing At All” came on the radio and you felt the urge to roll your eyes, “where am I really?”
The woman chuckled, “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
Your eyes narrowed, “the songs. Listen, any person with a stable head on their shoulders loves Harry James, but there is no way in hell Blue Ribbon Town is playin’ his songs all the damn time. Now, where am I – and tell Steve I want him here.”
The ‘nurse’ – well, you didn’t know if you could call her that cause you seemingly caught her bluff – grew worried as you stood up, the bed creaking below you, “just tell me where I am and where Steve is and I’ll-“
You stilled for a moment, recognizing the sounds of two people arguing, and of course, Steve’s voice. He sounded agitated and on edge, but at least you knew he was safe. Now, you just wanted to get the hell out of here. The woman, nurse, whoever she was, grabbed a walkie-talkie and began talking into it, but you paid no mind to her.
The door opened behind her, revealing a man, you guessed an Agent, in a suit, “who the hell are you? I want to get out of this room.”
The man held out his hands, “Agent Y/N, my name is Phil Coulson, we work with S.H.I.E.L.D. There’s no need to stress, you are alright and safe.”
You squinted your eyes at him, “well, Agent Coulson, I’m sure you can tell why I am even remotely hesitant to trust you, so with all due respect, I’m breaking out of here.”
And with that, you sprinted towards the wall opposite you, ramming shoulder first and knocking it down, revealing bright lights and metal flooring – almost like they were keeping something on the inside.
An alarm sounded above you as you stopped in a hallway, people looking at your figure before gasping. “All agents, code 13” echoed above you as you dragged yourself along, unable to take a second and look. You cursed Steve for leaving you alone, for not hearing you fighting with that woman and Coulson guy. Shoving some men down onto the floor, you continued to run until you pushed open the doors, the outside becoming cold very quickly.
You spun in a circle, trying to take in everything around you as you ran into oncoming traffic, the sounds of horns blaring causing more confusion than anything. Running seemed to be the only thing you knew how to do, the rain drizzling down upon you, doing nothing to slow your speed. The more you ran, the more you realized how unfamiliar everything looked. Neon signs, tall buildings, cars you’ve never seen before – if that woman was telling the truth, when the hell did everything change?
You slowed to a stop, huge moving-picture signs changed above you and the unfamiliarity was daunting. You needed someone’s hand to grab, to hold onto something, so you reached towards your chest, holding tightly onto Bucky’s dog tags.
Black cars pulled in front of you and from behind you, a tall, sort-of menacing man stood before you, “at ease, Agent.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as Steve stepped out of the backseat of the car, looking uneasy; the man continued, hands at the side of his black trench coat and eyepatch adding more questions as to who this man was, “look, I’m sorry about that little show back there, but…we thought it best to break it to you slowly.”
Your grip on Bucky’s dog tags tightened as your breathing quickened, “Steve? Break what?”
The somewhat terrifying man took a breath, “you’ve been asleep, L/N. For almost 70 years – same with your friend Captain here.”
Your heart ached and it hurt to breathe all of a sudden. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, looking around at everything around you. Steve stepped forward, hands quickly grabbing yours even as you tried to move away, “honeybee, I know it’s a lot to take in but you gotta breathe. You got this, you got this…”
You nodded, trying to listen as ringing took over your ears.
Steve turned, trying to catch his breath as the man in front of you looked to you both, “you going to be okay?”
Steve nodded, “she’ll be okay, she’s fine.
The man looked to you, “Miss L/N?”
You tried to steady your breathing, “I need…where is…”
The man held out his hands, “we’ll answer all of your questions, starting with who I am – my name is Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. We’ve been taking care of you both since your discovery and anything you need, you let us know. Now, can we get you situated?”
Steve continued to look confused as you glared at Fury, “how do I know I can trust you?”
Fury gestured to the world surrounding you, “you see anyone else trying to make friends, Miss L/N?”
You grumbled, “y/n is fine, really…Cap, what’s going on?”
Steve gripped your hands, “you can trust him, y/n, I promise. He’ll make sense of everything, he’s a good guy.”
With a glare, you looked towards the Director, “where…where would I be headed with you?”
Nick Fury leaned back on the balls of his feet, “Washington D.C, Triskelion, S.H.I.E.L.D, HQ, specifically.”
With a glance to Steve, you knew that broken look too well – a place to rest, to fully digest this news, would be nice. It seems he has somewhat fit in with this new world that you now have to adjust to. You turned to Fury, “I’ll go with you. But will I be staying there permanently?”
Fury shrugged, “you are in charge of your own life. Once we get you settled, you’re free to do what you wish.”
Steve nodded towards you as he recognized your hesitance – you can trust Nick Fury. You’ll be in charge of your own life once you become accustomed to this new world.
The trip to Washington D.C. was not too troublesome, but coming to terms with what era you were living in sure was. You and Steve were silent the entire ride, making sense of what had happened during your final mission. Once you arrived, Nick Fury had no qualms about telling you what had happened; you had completed the mission, saving millions of lives, and you had won the war.
But it just did not feel right.
You knew why; you shouldn’t be here. At this point, you and Bucky, your Jamie, should be in your late 80s, kids, and grandkids living their lives to the fullest. Yet here you were, living in an unknown world without your James, and the worst part – you had no idea if his body was recovered, if he had a funeral, if Becca had something for him.
That was what the first few months of your new life consisted of: doing research on these high-tech computers about Bucky, Rebecca, catching up on the history you missed out on. Unconsciously, you found yourself researching ‘Colonel Chester Phillips’ and found that your broody Colonel lived the rest of his life to the fullest, becoming one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. – you just knew that man was meant for greatness. Next, ‘Howard Stark’ added to your search and your heart ached.
Howard, your Howie Stark, was murdered.
They had known it was murder, or some kind of setup, once the feds realized much of his equipment was stolen from his car. Howard and his beautiful wife Maria were murdered.
You cried that night.
The next day, you brought yourself to visit Colonel Phillips’ grave and laid a bouquet of flowers on his grave; you knew he’d call you ridiculous, that he didn’t need any flowers, but you did it anyway. Shockingly, Howard and Maria’s gravesite weren’t too far and you had laid flowers on their graves as well.
Steve hadn’t joined you.
You weren’t upset with him, no, just…you weren’t sure. You wished he came along, but he figured giving you space was what you needed when in reality, you needed him – you needed your Steve Rogers from Brooklyn. At least when you two went down, Peggy was still alive; your James wasn’t. A part of you hated Steve for that, but it also grieved with him.
Nothing more was done of your research on Jamie; you’d seen the same thing about him over and over, yet you knew all that was said. However, you loved seeing moving pictures of him and Steve, ones you hadn’t seen before that day. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you for war. His smile made your heart race and his nose scrunch, his eyes squinting during his smile…he was breathtaking.
Reaching below the collar of your shirt, you grasped the dog tags around your neck, thankful S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn’t taken them off. Laying a kiss on them, you let them go, hitting your chest before your fingers met the keyboard: “Grover, Newspaper vendor, Brooklyn.”
That man had continued selling newspapers until his final years and right away, you saw an article titled, “LOCAL NEWS VENDOR SHARES PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA’S PARTNER, Y/N L/N, AFTER LOSS OF CONTACT.” Of course, that old man had to talk about you.
Reading the article, you realized this was right after Steve and you crashed; you felt Grover’s grief and pain through his words. “That kid was a pain in my side, but y/n l/n is – was, one of the lights in my life. She was like the daughter I’ve always wanted an’ while I wish she coulda stayed here, she always told me she needed ta’ do somethin’ with her life,” Grover had said, the author keeping his Brooklyn accent. “Her relationship with James Barnes meant so much to that girl and if there was any way she’d avenge his death, she’d be doin’ it, and I know she did,” he said, “and even though I gotta live the rest of my life without that girl, I know I couldn’t have kept her from doin’ what she thought was best. I love her and…I’ll miss her.”
Visiting his grave was the most emotionally draining day since you’ve been back.
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So long time no see huh?
I just wanna say that I never thought that anybody would acknowledge my input in a million years. No one in my friend group really watched either tvd or to, so this blog is the first time I’ve ever let this out, and the fact that there were people that actually liked what I said meant so much to me I can’t even describe.
Onto why I haven’t posted in a while, that’s just my slow brain. With work and family, my brain likes to fixate on something related to writing and I become obsessed for a while. What started to grind on me was the amount I was putting out versus everything else I had to do in my life, so I decided to take a little break in which time I relearned my love of drawing, but I digress.
I still wanna post on here and plan to do so (maybe some actual tvd analysis idk), but it’s not gonna be as frequently as it was last month. That being said, I still adore each and every one of y’all especially those interacting with me and would still be honored to answer any asks I get the privilege of receiving.
With that introduction out of the way, I’ve decided to talk about some characters rather than another ship (mostly because I’ve already tackled the big ones as far as to is concerned), and these characters are none other than Matt Donovan and Jackson Kenner!
Finally talking directly about the vampire diaries (yay)! Confession: I don’t like Matt. Here’s the thing, the show tries to position him as the “nice guy” of mystic falls. This worked because they place him next to the other male characters (all problematic) during season one. I mean, there’s Damon (narcissistic psychopath), Stefan (recovering addict and vampire), Tyler (abusive bully), and Jeremy (temperamental and moody addict). When we look at Matt next to these guys of course we’d be forgiven for thinking he’s a good person, but what happens when he’s placed next to humans that are considered good individuals?
First example, Caroline! Disclaimer: if you are the kind of person who thinks Caroline was a horrible character until she became a vampire and basically like to tone police her for being an alpha female with completely human flaws that made her such a relatable character (not for me specifically, but even I could notice how real she felt), you’re wrong. I’m not gonna get mad at you, I’m just asking you to take a good look at what you consider a “good female character” and ask yourself what that says about you. That being said, as much as I love Caroline’s characterization in season one, I don’t like how the writers just made her story being a victim the entire time. The most obvious case of this was with Damon, which I know might take y’all a second because Damon fans love to sweep his season one actions under the rug just like the writers. What Damon did to Caroline was disturbing and made me uncomfortable (and they say Klaus compelling Cami was the first time compulsion was broken down with how messed up it could be). The worst part is seeing other characters be aware of this and doing nothing to help her, but this isn’t about Damon. That was the first half of the season, the second half shows a potential ship of Matt and Caroline which was…yikes.
I don’t wanna assume the worst, but I do find it rather clever in a sick way how the writers placed Caroline in a physically abusive relationship with Damon only to place her into an emotionally abusive relationship, so we’re too busy comparing Matt to Damon that we miss how Matt would stand on his own (but that’s just a theory). I know this was season one, but after rewatching a fiftieth time, I can’t help but notice how much Matt belittles her (ex. calls her crazy in a diagnosis kind of way instead of joking), this doesn’t even get into the Elena situation. I do respect him flat out telling Caroline that he’s not over Elena, but there’s that and reminiscing about his relationship with her in front of Caroline and Stefan! And they show Caroline so upset by it and Matt doesn’t even care, but he can’t do anything wrong! Seriously, looking back every argument always ends with Caroline being completely in the wrong and needing to apologize while Matt doesn’t have to do anything. Matt treated her like she was second best, something we knew from the pilot was a big insecurity for her. Why is this ignored?
Second reason: he’s so controlling. Like, it’s not just the writers and the characters singing his praises, he does it to himself. He can hate vampires, but it’s the fact he goes around saying “man, it’s hard being the only nice guy in this town, I have to be the moral center while all of my friends make horrible decisions which I will repeatedly tell them because I’m so smart and know what’s best for them. Man, it’s so hard being me.” This Matt challenges Damon for most insufferable character on screen. Best example is in season three when he drugs Elena and drives her out of town because it’s what’s “best for her” (okay dude). Again, I get he hates vampires, but so does Bonnie, yet despite this she still respects her friends choices because she understands it’s their lives (also I hate that every time Bonnie does get judge mental of her friends the show treats it like she’s being unreasonable and a bad friend, but Matt’s like that the whole time and it’s waved off as “he’s just being a concerned friend”).
Lastly is something everyone already talks about, when he’s not being incredibly toxic he’s so boring. Like, I understand that’s the point in a way, he’s the human, but after seeing how well they integrated Cami into the story in the originals despite her being human that excuse lost all weight for me. He does nothing but complain! If you’re not gonna do anything interesting with him, get him off screen (the later seasons are boring enough! I mean what?)! What really concerns me about Matt as a character is if he is what the writers genuinely believed was the perfect example of a “good guy.” The worst part is it worked! Technically, Matt is the best guy in the tvd cast by default and calling him out for being a toxic human is only a recent trend. Conclusion, Matt Donovan is trash and we deserved better male characters in tvd.
Now, if you think I’m stopping there you’d be wrong. Matt really is a bad person and character, and what kills me is how the community likes to compare the tvd mains to characters in to. Ex. Hayley is Elena (kind of accurate, but at least Hayley had her own story separate from the men in her life in season one) and Bonnie is Davina (I mean, they both do get screwed over by the writers, but I’d argue Bonnie is closer to Vincent since the pain they endure throughout the seasons is much more personal and vindictive). Lastly, and most frustratingly, Cami is said to be the originals equivalent to Matt because they’re both human. At least, I think that’s the reason because I have no idea why else people would say that (is it because in their deluded minds Cami is boring despite being so much fun for reasons I’ve already explained in another post?). So you’re probably thinking who do I think resembles Matt more if anyone? Who could it be? Or maybe I already spoiled it.
So…Jackson Kenner. It’s not a perfect comparison (Jackson has an active story in the show that plays a significant part in seasons one and two). However, in terms of personality they have the most in common. If it’s not clear from what I said about Matt, I don’t like Jackson either. I find him to be an insufferable hypocrite who always talks about keeping the peace yet is quick to start beef with the vampires (who are always portrayed as being the perpetrators and werewolves the victims and showing the conflict as black and white instead of gray on both sides, but I might be the only one who has a problem with how the werewolves treat the vampires in both shows). That’s in season one! Then there’s his controlling behavior towards Hayley and trying to get her to leave the Mikaelsons just cause he can’t be big alpha male next to Klaus (disclaimer: as much as I think Hayley is wrong for trying to abandon the Mikaelsons for good, I did stand with her on getting away from and daggering Klaus for a temporary amount of time. Complex discussion for another day). Then there’s season three where he gets so angry cause Hayley chooses to help find Rebekah (y’know the woman who protected Hope for months!) that he storms off to the Bayou and ignores his wife and insists she must choose between the wolves and the Mikaelsons (keep in mind Elijah never insists she has to choose a side and always refers to both as her family). This is a grown man by the way. I mean, at least the show doesn’t make Hayley bend to his will like season two (progress I guess?). So controlling, egotistical, hypocritical, and the show treats him like he’s the messiah of men because everyone around him are the worst (except Marcel). Sounds like a Matt clone to me.
Why are these two considered the prime example of how men should be by the writers? If it isn’t clear, just because they aren’t killing people every five minutes does not make them good! That could’ve been a decent message if it was noticed by people, but instead we hear how great Matt and Jackson are when they are the most relatable (in a bad way) kind of men in the show. That’s another problem, why are all the men in this show such toxic individuals to be around. The closest exceptions are Stefan and Marcel who personality wise are good, but are killers. Matt could have been what the writers wanted, but what we got was disappointing and annoying. So the women are butchered shells and the men are toxic, so I’m not allowed to like anyone!
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Snapping Is Over Rated
Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Female!Reader
Warnings: Spoilers?, swearing, angst, mention of murder, mention of the humanity switch being flipped
Words: 1,635
Summary: It’s a bad time to be dating a Mikaelson when your brothers decide they want to go on a quest to kill the Original Family, who happen to be linked to each other.
Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee
Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist
It wasn’t long before Y/n discovered what her brothers were hiding. In fact, it was hiding that led to her putting two and two together. A poorly hid white oak stake and two very suspicious brothers, my my, what could be the problem?
She knew that they only hid it from her due to her romance with one of the Mikaelsons.
Kol was, like his older half-brother, a little off the walls. Nevertheless, he remained loyal and loving. Their relationship had shown her a good side of vampirism, as well as convinced him that life still had meaning even if he wasn’t a witch anymore.
But, if her brothers went through with their plan, neither of them would have that anymore. So she went out to put a large red stop-sign in the middle of their little plot.
“Gah!” Damon hissed as his younger sister sped in front of him, “Where the hell did you come from?”
“Home. Where the hell are you going?” Y/n spat back. She grinned when Damon sighed after studying her for a few moments.
“Uhhh...the Grill.”
“Ah... But, dear brother, the Grill is in the other direction.” Her smile grew wider with the feeling of success. “So, tell me, where are you going? And, please- the truth this time, if you will?”
Stefan walked up behind Damon, turning himself in as he knew they’d been caught. “Damn it. Curse our sister and her inhuman intellect.”
“Don’t curse me for my brains, curse that bitch of a vampire that turned you two as well. Had you not engaged in her games, we’d all be dead and happy in our graves.”
“You could just stake yourself or walk into the sun, ya know?” Damon chuckled teasingly but stopped quickly upon his sister’s dead glare.
“Yes, of that, I am aware. However, you two are also aware of my boyfriend...” She glanced at the bag in Stefan’s hand, somehow already having a terribly accurate guess of what it’s contents were, “A little too aware.”
Stefan sighed, “I mean, yeah. He’s a Mikaelson, Y/n/n-”
“That doesn’t matter! You can’t go through with it! Please...Damon?” Her older brother raised his hands in front of his chest, telling her to leave him out of it with a simple sympathy smirk and squint of his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously? Have I ever tried to kill one of your girlfriends?”
The brothers thought for a moment before shaking their heads. Stefan looked down to the bag of stakes and back up to his sister, holding the same sympathetic expression as Damon. “I’m sorry. But, Klaus has to die. They all do.”
“No! Kol doesn’t!”
“He attacked Matt, Y/n!” Damon wasn’t one to care for most mortals, but Elena and Matt had been targets of some of the Mikaelsons for a bit of time, and he did end up growing a little closer to the group of abnormal friends, so he made an exception. Unfortunately, he was only willing to let that exception go so far.
“And? You attacked Bonnie! And Jeremy! Let’s not forget Alaric. My point is, we all make mistakes!”
“We all make mistakes, yet Kol has made over a thousand years worth of those without even apologizing. I’ve apologized...for most of them...” Stefan side-glared Damon, whom responded with a jab to Stefan’s side with his elbow. “And, well, my point is that he’s an original who’s just as bad as the other originals. We have a chance to kill the worst of them all, and you can’t stop us.”
She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she thought. Usually, family went first, but they were ever so willing to destroy her happiness- to destroy her first ever romance- that she didn’t really care for the usual anymore.
“You’re right. I can’t stop you. But, if that’s how you guys wanna play,” the veins under her eyes began to darken and her e/c orbs turned red, “then lets play.”
“Wherever is your little play-thing, brother?” Klaus’ voice rang through the phone. Kol only chuckled in response, continuing to watch as Jeremy failed painfully at baseball. “I take it she has yet to arrive?”
“Well, for one, brother, she’s not my play-thing. She’s my girlfriend.” A sincere look of love washed over Kol’s features; his undead heart skipped a beat just thinking about her. “And secondly, I suppose she is rather late.”
“Would you like me to resort to plan two? I can always threaten the witch’s little boyfriend some more. Perhaps get her to do a tracking spell?”
He thought for a moment, debating his options and the situation before licking his lips and nodding. “Plan two it is. See you later, Nik.”
“Until next time, Kol.”
“Shit!” Damon yelped as he dodged a plate that flew over his head. The house had been turned upside down and wrecked in a fit of rage. Just as her brother once had, Y/n had flipped the switch.
Although flipping the switch sounds like something you’d do in a state of pain, Y/n did it in, like mentioned, a fit of rage. In result, it was more like she’d snapped than flipped a switch.
Stefan, hiding with his back against a flipped over couch, attempted to make hand motions to Damon; a wordless code. Sadly, Damon was not in the best state of mind to register the meaning of Stefan’s odd finger movements.
“What?” He whisper-yelled as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, okay, can we continue this later? We kinda have a very deadly and very very angry sister trying to kill-” Damon rolled over, dodging a knife that had come out of the other side of the table due to it being thrown so harshly, “...us.”
“Damn it Damon- I was trying to get us to go,” He pointed towards the door, “in that direction!”
“I can hear you, you know!” Plate after plate hit the wall in front of them.
“On three?” Damon nodded. They began counting quietly in unison until they got to three. From there, they made a break for the front door and to Elena’s house, where they picked the doppelganger up and headed for Matt’s house. Luckily, Matt had never brought anyone from the group to his house aside from Elena and Caroline. He answered the door and let the three in quickly, looking around before shutting and locking it.
“No- you idiot- she can’t get in. There’s no point in locking it.” Damon groaned from the couch.
“Be nice.”
He bitterly responded to Elena’s demand with a fake smile and an obviously sarcastic tone. “Yes, milady.”
“So uh...” Of course Matt hadn’t been informed as to why the three were hiding in his home. “What happened?”
“Oh, ya know, the usual.” The sarcasm in Damon’s voice held thick as ever, “Pissed off my sister by telling her we’re going to kill the originals, as in all of them- including her boy-toy.”
“You did what-”
“Oops. Sorry Elena. I might’ve forgotten to add the part about pissing her off...which reminds me of the most important detail...” He smiled toothily with faux remorse.
The two humans blinked at the dark haired vampire, staring blankly as they waited for the detail he’d spoken of. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to tell them, Stefan cleared his throat and redirected their attention to him. “She flipped her switch.”
“Flipped her switch? Nah, screw the switch. It’s more like she ignored the switch and just plain old snapped.” Damon crossed his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up onto Matt’s coffee table.
He acted as if his sister was not going off the walls in anger. Or rather, he acted as if it was just a casual every day thing for the soft-spoken and caring sister of the Salvatore boys to go on a potential murder spree.
Elena rolled her eyes and scoffed before shoving his feet off the surface. She ignored the glare that burned into her skin and slapped Damon. The sound of her skin hitting his made the other two in the room flinch; it was clear that she did not approve of his choices in the slightest.
“You’re fixing your sister. S-”
“What!? That’s not f-”
“Stefan, and I will go stake the originals. Understood?” Damon huffed and ignored Elena. “Understood?” She repeated herself with a harsher tone before Damon sighed and nodded.
“Yeah yeah, understood.”
Finn was dead. And the other four still breathed the air of the living world. The link had been broken, and they’d failed.
Damon had been kidnapped by Rebekah, therefore failing to stall, as well as fix, his little sister. What he didn’t know, was that Rebekah had contacted Y/n as soon as possible, informing her on the details of her brother’s murder and the older Salvatore’s location.
She sent Stefan to pick up Damon with a disguised note, preventing him from knowing that it had been her to hint to him his brother’s location. After saying goodbye wordlessly from the shadows, she smiled to herself and ran as fast as possible to Kol.
The youngest Mikaelson chuckled as the female Salvatore knocked him off his feet and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “I see you’ve recovered from your snap? Nik told me how you flipped your switch.” His arms held her tightly against his own form. They relished in the feeling of one another, the knowledge that both were safe and together again.
“Snapping is over rated.” She smiled wider against his skin, causing a matching smirk to grace his face.
“You were faking?”
“Yep. Anything to be with you again... But, just to be safe, don’t tell my brothers.”
His chest heaved with hearty laughter, “Whatever you want, love.”
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Hi! I know you’re a Gabe fan and a Gabeomi shipper, so I’ve decided you’re the best person to go to for this. I’m a Gabelena shipper, but after seeing Gabeomi at the end of the finale, I want to give it a chance. So I want to know why you like Gabe and Naomi as a couple and what you see in them romantically. To sum it up: take this post as an opportunity to talk about all of your feelings about Gabeomi and why they make a great couple. I’m all ears!
Heya, Anon! Thank you so much for the ask! I feel kinda honored that you decided to ask me about Gabaomi 😅
Well, I'm not sure anything I would say is convincing enough since most of the reasons are pretty subjective ×)
Anyway, let's start!
Similar backstories and destinies.
I love that both Gabe and Naomi are from the ordinary families, but want to achieve something bigger in their lives by working hard. They both faced people who underestimated them (Esteban and Doña Paloma for Naomi, and like the whole Royal Guard for Gabe), but proved they were worthy despite their origins and earned respect.
Similar traits.
Okay. I won't lie that I love Gabaomi mostly for the parallels between them. I just think this is something that helps them to feel free and easy with each other. They both are brave, smart, reasonable, analytical people. Seriously, if Gabe didn't rush in Naomi Knows Best, their team brain (okay, it sounds weird, but okay ×)) would have been able to save Elena, actually.
And I think, if Gabe would have involved in the Rita arc in season 2, he could have teamed up with Naomi, because I'm sure he would have been suspicious of "Rita", too.
And since we're talking about the parallels, I love that both Gabe and Naomi are not magical (well, to be fair, Gabe learns magic now, but still) and their lives are not connected with magic.
"Naomi and I."
I love that Gabe and Naomi are usually work and stay together while Elena and Mateo are with each other. They hold each other's back, fight together, protect each other, and that honestly speaks so much of the trust level they share. And this is much more than cool that they've been doing this for such a long time. Since The Scepter of Night to Coronation Day.
And I love that they're still close to each other even outside the battles, like Naomi choosing Gabe as her olaball teammate in Blockheads and Gabe literally running to join Naomi and Marlena in The Magic Within (in the beginning, after Elena and Mateo defeated Ash, I mean).
Teasing dynamic.
These are just me and my preferences, but I adore the friendship-like dynamic between lovers, and this is really the kind of love I might dream about myself. They're free with each other, they know what to talk about, share the jokes, and have been having a nice relationship like since the day 1. And I really love the idea of Gabe and Naomi having funny nicknames for each other, like El Guapo and Fancy Feet! This is so fitting for them 😍
Slight romance moments.
I love all the sweet scenes they shared together! The scene of Gabe crying of Naomi leaving Avalor in Captain Turner Returns, Naomi calling Gabe "guapo", their snuggle in Song of the Sirenas, Naomi missing Gabe in Snow Place Like Home (okay, this is super slight, but this is still so cute!), and the hugggg!! I can scream constantly about this 😍 Ohhh, and I can't stop thinking about Naomi voting for Gabe in Captain Mateo 😭
And the dances! Seriously, this is possible to write a whole analysis post about how they've been changing through the dancing! The way they were little shy and awkward in My Fair Naomi, free and sweet in The Magic Withing, and confident and passionate in Coronation Day! This is so beautiful!!
They both look tough outside, but they have a soft side, including for each other, and I live for it 💖
THE GLANCES AND CHEERING FOR EACH OTHER.
Okay, like every ship involves the glances, but I just have to mention it! They can look at each other so differently! From the exchanged glances with grin to the sweetest, warmest, full of love and admiration glances what we saw in Norberg Peace Prize!
I love how passionately Naomi cheered for Gabe in The Curse of El Guapo! Of course, Elena and Mateo did too, but she jsut was so happy and excited for him! And those exclaims "Alright! Lieutenant Nuñez!" And the same, but with Gabe, in Giant Steps "Go, Naomi!" 😍
And supporting each other! I know this is not the biggest part of their dynamic, and actually, both Gabe and Naomi had better "comfort/hurt" scenes with other characters, but I absolutely love the scenes of Naomi encouraging Gabe in Coronation Day and the one in Norberg Peace Prize!
NORBERG PEACE PRIZE, BABY!
THIS IS LITERALLY THE ICONIC EPISODE FOR THEM!!! I love every single Gabaomi scene there!! Naomi inviting Gabe to Norberg, Gabe saying they're gonna celebrate the family day together, jealous Naomi, missing each other while they are away (and Gabe's face when he says, "I wish Naomi could be up here to see this with us." 😍😍😍), someone special in your life, Gabe celebrating the family day with Turners, watching the Norberg Lights together exchanging the glances and being near to Naomi's parents 👀! Seriously, this is such a beautiful scene, both visually and emotionally!
Parallels with Naomi's parents.
This is probably the most subjective and senseless thing, but, man, I love it! Seriously, I can totally see the similarities between Gabe and Daniel being brave, adorable dorks with a great love for their families :3 And Naomi definitely took a lot from her mom! Both confident ladies with the spirit of adventures 💖 Just imagine how funny their family could be!
Random headcanons and their possible future:
I can totally imagine Gabe and Naomi having "a relationship at distance" since they both are career people who love their jobs. Despite this fact, they always wait for the time when they can see each other again and then have the warmest reunions (like we already saw in Naomi Knows Best!)
Both Gabe and Naomi are the good dancers. Gabe is a royal guard and a great fencer, so he has a good footwork and can feel the rythm. Naomi could spend the hours of her time dancing Norberg jig with her parents when she was little. Sometimes, Gabe and Naomi just dance together, also remembering their first dance on Naomi's quinceañera.
They love traveling. Naomi spent most of her life in the sea, and Gabe traveled a lot too, visiting other kingdoms to see olaball matches his father played with his team.
Despite the fact Naomi became chancellor, she still arranges the festivals and fairs, and Gabe takes part in organization with a great pleasure, too (this is mostly inspired by The Magic Within episode where they both were the part of the carnaval with Marlena. I just think it makes sense ×))
What comes to having children, I honestly can imagine Naomi and Gabe not having them because of their jobs. But at the same time, I think they would be great and very funny parents! I think they would have a very simple and trusting relationship with their kids, playing and having fun together!
And mentioning Gabe and Naomi's parents, I think Roberto, Blanca, Daniel, and Scarlett would get along perfectly! Roberto and Scarlett are kinda sport people, so I can totally imagine Scarlett teaching Roberto to sail, and Roberto her to play olaball! Daniel and Blanca are calmer people, so they just could talk about their children and admire how much lucky they are to have each other :')
To summarize:
The main reason I love Gabaomi is the similarities between them. I think they have one of the easiest relationships in the show (in meaning, they get along very well) and just feel free being together. They faced the same difficulties achieving their dreams, and it really could help them to understand each other. They fight together, trust each other, have been through some things holding each other's backs. They might not have a lot of the scenes that we could see as typically "romantic", but this is exactly what I love about them. Friendship is very important in love, and these two represent it perfectly 💙💚
Anyway, whoever saw this, feel free to add your reasons! Maybe, I forgot something ×)
#Ask me anything#Elena of Avalor#Gabriel Nunez#Gabe Nunez#Naomi Turner#Gabaomi#Headcanons#I love them <3#speaking of children#I actually have a Gabaomi fankid ×)#but he's still in works#anyway#yeah#it's him ×)
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I have noticed that you have been drawing a lot of Rulena as of late (Nothing wrong with that btw! You're the reason I've come to enjoy the ship and love seeing it on my dash!) when before you've drawn Tsengrulena, and was I wondering what drew you into focusing on their relationship?
Hi! Thank you for enjoying my art. It's always nice to see more people getting into this little boat =D
I think what got me into this ship specifically is learning & examining more about Elena's story & personnality (and let's be honest, I'm not good at drawing interactions so when it's three people at the same time, it's gets even more complicated and tiring) and my brain decided to focus on Rulena because of the potential and it's such an underrated ship even among rareships, it needs more love.
Ts/engru has still a good number of people producing art & writing and i was kinda feeling a bit burned out for various reasons. Ts/elena is a rareship but it has it's own litle fanbase & is more popular and I've trouble getting into it bcos I personnally can't see them work out at as a couple (not in the long run at least), in particular after reading the novels unless there's someone playing "the bridge" in-between hence why I can actually see things work out in Ts/engrulena.
I'm a bit sucker for the kindred spirit trope & I've found that there's some similarities in their backstories & motivations and still, both of them are also really different people. I can see softness but also intensity developping between the two. Rufus controlled & enigmatic personnality ( that hide a more emotionnal side) contrast a lot with Elena's klutzy fireball side. They are in a way like ice and fire and equally as ruthless. Steadfast and clever but also really flawed people. I can see all kind of dynamics, interactions & stories developping from there and how they could grow into a power couple.
There's interactions in the novels between the two we don't get to see directly but are cited but there's that sense of trust & respect and there's those little moments like Elena thinking that Rufus deserves to live somewhere "better" than Cliff Resort or Rufus checking on her by the window of his lodge while standing, despite the pain and immediately trying to find fo her something else to do (despite the fact that she did a great job with the stimulants projects) that made me go "aw".
Rufus take her seriously on a professional level but was also never shown dismissing of her feelings. I don't think he would coddle her at the same time (which I feel is something Elena wouldn't accept) & instead do what it takes to have her evolve in her job. Despite her temper, BC shows that Elena is someone open to critiscism as long she doesn't feel berated. And we see the way Rufus tries to advise Tseng in the same game. He is firm but fair tho we can see some frustration at some points from his part and ask for his opinions on the matters.
And when seeing Rufus's personnality in Remake & how he acts around with Cloud, it's hard for me to no think of him not taking some kind of interest in Elena unless they decide to make him a total asshole with her for no reasons.
And idk, I just really like the idea of Rufus gradually having someone who manages to have him feels less guarded around and open up as well, not because Elena is a soft caretaker type, she isn't really but because of her honesty and because she cares fiercely.
Also , I think that they are super hot malewife/girlboss ship and have a lot of horny energy that needs to be satiated lmao.
#ask#rulena#i have so many thoughts abt them#abt how they evolve professionally but as ppl too#as well as how they perceive their sexuality and relationship#& their relationship to thei own family#feel free to ask me about those#i rarely get ask and it's always fun to answer them#i'm also really curious to hear about the thoughts of other shippers#it gets a bit lonely here
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An Unorganized List of Fanfic That Lives in My Brain Rent-Free
(chosen based on how immediately I remembered everything and how often I think about them, but again in no order w/ vague descriptions and rambles):
@sephmeadowes So, this part is a bit of a blurb, but I just love everything Seph writes. I recently provoked her into writing Moonshine which is Lauren/Emmett, and of course, I will plug her newest work Impossible the prequel to her breakdown of vampire lore in Twilight, as well as being Jessica/Edward. Jess won’t let Edward live. No Bella. She does the most. We don’t deserve it.
Also, one million invisible lines bc Caroline and Kol is a ship I associate solely with Seph and she wrote them in every situation beautifully. Also, she took my requests and let me annoy her for the next couple years XD
what’s the story, morning glory? @highgaarden. The TVD & Gossip Girl crossover that I never knew I needed. It’s just so much fun to read. Absolutely delightful. So much so, I used the word delightful. Basically, Nate and Elena are getting married and everyone rises up to put a stop to it. Just the sheer amount of times I read this just to giggle at the same jokes over the years is something else. It’s such an interesting and in character take, it’s truly like the shows blended.
Marrow @actuallydeglace – Naruto: Sakura/Kimimaro. Like?? I didn’t know I needed Kimimaro and Sakura to slowly but beautifully fall in love in Orochimaru’s underground bunker, but now I do? Also, (I know you get this a lot) they single-handedly made me ship both KimiSaku AND KabuSaku? I should be making FUN of Kabuto, not shipping him with Sakura?? Who are you?? Inspired me so much and captivated my attention for weeks.
Bloodsport by vioxxin on ff.net – Tokyo Ghoul: Hide/Kaneki. Like, the only Hide/Kaneki fic I need in my cold heart. It’s been unfinished, but I just have such love for this fic and the author’s descriptions and Hide/Kaneki’s relationship when they haven’t gone to school together, but Kaneki is still a ghoul. I’m not giving it justice, just read it. Sometimes I just reread scenes.
Prime Cut @provocative-envy – HP: Hermione/Scabior. I didn’t know I needed Hermione asking Scabior to be her date to her best friend’s wedding, yet here we are. I’ve read this probably ten times. Envy’s mind is big-brain all the time. Best ideas. Best HP crackships. And GoT ships too!
Green Girl @colubrina – HP: Hermione/Draco. But when I say RENT FREE, I mean, Colubrina has written so many wonderful HP fics, but Green Girl is just holds a special place in my heart. I reread it at the beginning of quarantine. I love Slytherin Hermione and her relationship with Draco, the give and take of the other Slytherins, the way events of the story shift and politics. I love wizard politics. I wish Colubrina nothing but perfect happiness for this fic alone.
Cancel On Me by Purrugly on ff.net – Teen Wolf: Erica Reyes-centric. I love Erica Reyes to this day and only wish we could have gotten more time with her character bc this was PEAK, I say PEAK Erica Reyes content for me. It was such a good breakdown for a character that got so little attention.
The Veil Between @ohmoka – BNHA: TogaChako. Hi moka, SO, my very first Togachako! It seemed so obvious, I love Ochako and I love Toga, of course, I should ship them. However, I didn’t want to, but this fic slowly broke me down and I just fell in love with the idea of them together. The slow turn over of their relationship and spending Halloween together in a graveyard. Inspired me to write my own TogaChako.
All the Ashes in My Wake @modernart2012 – BNHA: NatShig. This feels like a classic to me, honestly. It’s that trope of fake identities and romance, Shigaraki pretends to be someone else to date Natsuo for nefarious means, but feelings start to creep in. ALSO, the first Natshig fic I’ve ever read, so ModernArt, I blame you. I do. It’s been stuck in my mind like a staple ever since. I love it.
take heart (you’re all that I can see) @bittermoonswrites – BNHA: NatShig. Sup? Anyway, THIS NatShig just made me so happy. Moon’s writing is so nice and fluid, I don’t know how they do it. Shigaraki as a ballet dancer is a plus and I loved watching the relationship blossom and develop. Also, the ending which I had to read twice before I could possibly review. I can not wax enough about it, just all the subtle nuances caught me completely.
Red Spider Lilies @seiyuna – HXH: KuroKura. Ohmigod, oh-kay. So, didn’t know I would ever ship this, but now I do and I am absolutely in love with seiyuna’s other krkr works. Just . . . this reincarnation au hits me so different; I love the vignettes. I can feel an epic soundtrack in the background every time these characters look at each other. Also, seiyuna’s smut scenes are just phenomenal.
Chlorine @itsillumi – HXH: KuroKura. So, yeah. This stole my teeth. I can’t bite into anything else for a week. Like, these characters speak and it sears my soul. Chapter one is called flatline and I damn near almost did. I laid on my living room carpet with the Cat for an hour after finishing the last update. I choose death.
[if i tagged you and you don’t want to be tagged let me know.]
#fic rec#wow this is long#bnha fanfic#bnha fanfiction#mha fanfic#mha fanfiction#naruto fic#naruto fanfiction#teen wolf fanfic#tvd fanfic#gossip girl fanfic#hxh fanfiction#togachako#natshig#shiganatsu#kurokura#twilight fanfic#kololine#jessica x edward#lauren x emmett#reneslec#renesmee x alec#erica reyes#ken kaneki#hideyoshi nagachika#hide x kaneki
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Vampire Diaries: WandaVision Inspired Headcanon
General Idea of what I having been thinking:
A United States government agency contacts Bonnie asking for her help on a project. They have discovered a small amount of Dark matter and have been doing research and experiments on it. So far they have discovered two things. First is that when concentrated Dark matter particles interact with different forms of energy it can change the composition of said energy and turn it into a new/different energy. Second that when concentrated Dark matter interact with living things it also changes their composition evolving them in a way. Nothing major just things like healing rate, brain capacity, physical limits, etc. However with a such a limited amount of concentrated Dark matter their research is reaching its limit and they can’t do much without acquiring more.
They explain they have been keeping and eye on certain Supernatural beings and through their observations realized that Bonnie Psychic powers can create Psychic imprints of certain things like fire, water, etc. Similar to how Arcadius created a Psychic hellfire from being burned alive. They want to test the theory that Bonnie can create Psychic Dark matter imprint. However she explains she barely can control her Psychic powers and barely understand. They offer to help her understand her powers more if she helps them. After years of study and researching her Psychic gifts they finally get Bonnie to create multiple Psychic Dimensions of Dark matter. After further study they realize that the Psychic Dark matter particles are more potent and could theoretically achieve more due to their mystical properties.
Bonnie goes through old photos of her and her friends/Family and begins to have an emotional break down realizing all the people she has lost and even begins to question her current happiness. She begins to think about resurrecting Enzo by combining her Psychic energy with Expression, Spirit and Dark magic. As she begins to do it she feels her mind begin to fracture and a huge explosion happens: The explosion in turn creates 3 pocket realities based on her Psychic Dimensional abilities. Members of the government Agency can feel the surge of energy and upon further review discover this 3 realities. They can look inside Bonnie pocket dimension by creating a sort of Psychic feed using the Psychic Dark Matter particles and embedding them into a satellite feed.
At first they decide not to interact but to observe as this dimensions are self contained and posed no real threat. However with time the 3 Dimensions seem to be on a collision course and if they were to collide it would create a big bang like moment that could potentially affect the “Real World”. In order to try to avoid this they want to send people in to contact Bonnie. However the people they send in seems to disappear into a sort of white space. Since they don’t have a counterpart in said reality that reality writes them out as a protective measure. Those with counterparts in said reality merges with their counterpart however the dominate personality overwrites the weaker one which tends to be the one from the “Real World”. They however believe that by sending people Bonnie is close to into said dimension that somehow Bonnie would subconsciously protect them from having their personality overwritten or having them erased.
They end up contacting Elena, Damon, Caroline and Matt. They a chosen because while they are close to Bonnie they aren’t too close to her to cause a big commotion.
As far as what each reality offers:
Reality 1: Based off Charmed
Bonnie gives/creates herself 2 sisters in which case the 3 of them make up the power of three. A powerful force destined to fight demons and other forces of evil. They come from a powerful Bloodline aka the Bennetts’. In this reality Jeremy is Bonnie love interest and the girls whitelighter. Elena is a good friend of the family who believes her brother died and doesn’t know he was brought back as whitelighter. Bonnie is the middle sister with Molecularkinesis, Her older sister has thought Projection and the youngest is a power Empath. In this reality Stefan is a senior whitelighter and a potential love interest for Elena.
Side note: Damon, Caroline, Enzo, etc don’t exist in this reality. Only Jeremy, Stefan, Elena and her family.
Reality 2: Based off Bewitched
In this reality Bonnie brings back a Human Enzo. They are trying to balance a normal life that is constantly interrupted by supernatural issues. Bonnie wants to not use her powers as much and have a white picket fence life with her husband Enzo. However her family disapproves of her marrying a mortal. Grams is constantly popping in their life and causing chaos. She also has a brother in this reality that loves to play tricks on Enzo and cause trouble for him. Caroline is the nosey neighbor who is also a f\good friend of Bonnie. She is married to Tyler in this reality but having an affair with Klaus.
Side note: Magic is used non verbal. Gestures and movements are how magic is performed. The rules of magic is less defined in this reality.
Reality 3: Based off Arrowverse
In this reality Bonnie is an Alien who crash landed on earth when she was a baby and taken in by a nice couple. As she grew up she begins to discover she has powers and use them to save others. As time goes on more superpowered beings and Aliens emerge on earth. In this reality Damon is the son a billionaire who has shady dealings and is hellbent on not becoming like his father. Him and Bonnie develop a friendship but due to her keeping her powers hidden from him their friendship becomes strained. Matt exist as the pretty rich boy that wasn’t born with any powers but takes on the mantle superhero of an archer.
Side note: Bonnie comes from a race of beings that can channel, manipulate and produce different types of energy.
#vampire diaries#bonnie bennett#beremy#benzo#bonenzo#bonnie x jeremy#stelena#elena gilbert#Jeremy Gilbert#damon salvatore#caroline forbes#matt donovan#tvd
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Written In The Centuries
Chapter 2
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Elijah watched the two hybrids pull out of the driveway, standing there as he watched them drive out of sight. He took in a breath and mumbled to himself, “We meet again, at last.”
He turned and began walking back to the mansion. As soon as he stepped foot in the living room, he began speaking, as he knew his brother was in the room.
“Was it really so hard to tell me that one of your little hybrids was her, Niklaus?” Elijah asked, looking up from the letter folded nicely in his hands.
Klaus looked up with his crooked smirk. “What can I say? I love a good surprise.” Elijah narrowed his eyes at his brother as he told him, “You know I have been waiting to find her again. Not only do you find her, but you turn her into a hybrid and decide not to inform me of it.”
Klaus shrugged, “You would find each other eventually. You always do.” Elijah shook his hand, looking back to the aged letter and brushing a thumb over it.
Klaus rolled his eyes as he said, “Well, what are you waiting for, Elijah? She’s there. Go get her.”
Elijah simply let out a small huff and told him, “No. You know that isn’t how this works, Niklaus.” He shrugged and stood to make his leave, “Suit yourself.”
Elijah sighed and looked at the letter again. It was time to try again.
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The car ride back to Tyler’s place was silent. Y/N was beyond pissed at her cousin and Tyler knew it, which was why he had refrained from talking to her.
As she pulled up to the Lockwood house, she turned off the car and slammed her door as she stormed inside. Tyler sighed and went after her, “Just hear me out, Y/N.”
She turned swiftly on Tyler as she yelled, “No! What the hell is going on in that brain of yours? First you piss off an Original, then you steal from one? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Tyler shook his head, “I only stole the letter because I saw something written in it.” He pulled out his phone, pulling up some pictures for her to look at.
Y/N shook her head and held her hands in front of his phone so she couldn’t see them. “No, no, no! I am not getting myself tangled up in the Mikaelson family drama like you did!”
Tyler clenched a fist and said, “Just look at them! You’ll see why I stole the letter!”
Y/N refused as she stormed up the stairs, heading to her room, “No, Tyler! I’m not getting myself in trouble just because you had me snoop through the Mikaelson family secrets! I’m not!”
Tyler let out an angry huff as she refused him. He clenched his jaw and tried not to break anything.
Y/N reached her room and slammed her door as hard as she could so Tyler could hear. She collapsed on her bed and put her hands in her head, throwing her keys to her nightstand.
Her phone dinged and she looked over to see it. She sighed and checked the message.
Tyler
Please just hear me out.
The screen read. Y/N clenched her jaw and replied to his message:
Y/N
Will you leave me alone about it if I do?
A moment later, he responded:
Tyler
Yes.
Y/N clenched her jaw before sighing heavily and mumbling, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Y/N
Fine.
Instead of getting another message, Y/N received a photo. She rubbed her face before finally opening the photo and reading what the letter had said.
Dearest, Elijah,
She stopped there. Why must Tyler bring her into things she didn’t want to meddle with?
Dearest, Elijah,
I want you to know that you are the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the only thing I think about during the day. I want you to know that I’m always there beside you, even in your dreams. Whenever you look at the dream catcher I gave you, think of me and my love for you. If you’re feeling tired, just take a deep breath and think of us and our love.
If you’re having difficulties falling asleep, just count our kisses until you lose track of them. And always know that I am there next to you. Know that you are in my heart and distance is never a barrier.
I love you, Elijah.
With sincerest love,
Y/N.
“What the hell?” Y/N mumbled to herself. She was lost in confusion for a moment before she shook her head and texted back to Tyler the best possible answer.
Y/N
So? I’m sure there are tons of people with the name ‘Y/N’.
She waited for Tyler response, not sure if she was even convincing herself. She really didn’t want to deal with Tyler anymore. She just wanted to go to sleep and hope this was just a really weird dream.
When her phone went off, she was surprised that it wasn’t Tyler.
Caroline
Hey, Y/N, we’re going out for drinks. Do you wanna come?
Y/N pursed her lips as she responded:
Y/N
Depends, who all is ‘we’?
She could imagine Caroline rolling her eyes as she read her reply:
Caroline
It’s me, Bonnie, and Elena.
Y/N tilted her head, shaking it as she responded to her friend.
Why would I want to hang out with Elena?
There was a knock at Y/N’s door and she knew it was Tyler. She shook her head as said, “Go away. You said you would stop talking about it.”
He opened her door and said, “Y/N, what are the odds of someone with the same name as you writing a love letter to Suit Guy?”
She rolled her eyes and read the response from Caroline.
Caroline:
C’mon! I’m bored and Elena is my friend! Please, please, please!
Y/N shook her head and didn’t look back up at Tyler as she texted Caroline. “Tyler, the odds aren’t that low. Just leave it be. And don’t mention me when you get caught! I’m not dying with you because you can’t keep your paws to yourself!”
Y/N
Fine! But it’s on you, not me!
Tyler shook his head, “Are you really not going to at least try and see the possibility, Y/N?”
Y/N shook her head, “If it keeps me alive, no! I’m done talking about it, Tyler!”
He huffed and left the room with clenched fists. She turned back to her phone to see Caroline’s text.
Caroline
Yay! I’ll pick you up! I’m headed your way now. Is Tyler home?
Y/N
Yeah. Just text me when you pull up. I’ll meet you outside.
Caroline
Thanks!
Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Yes, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie were a trio but she and Caroline were the best of them. Y/N and Caroline were partners, besties. As Caroline would put it when Y/N wasn’t in the room, knowing she hated it, they were each other’s Ride or Die.
Y/N was definitely going to talk about today’s roller coaster ride with her.
#elijah mikaelson#elijah x reader#elijah#chapter 2#part 2#soulmate#hybrid#werewolves#witch#vampire#the originals#the vampire diaries#fandom#written in the centuries
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someone please write this fic
being on lockdown during this pandemic resurrected some major bamon feels. my brain started to obsessively develop the plot for a bamon fanfic and since I do not consider myself a writer, I’m surrendering it to the void.
For your consideration, Bonnie and Damon’s lives after the TVD series finale starts something like this:
Bonnie needs a fresh start after the shitstorm of the last 8 years. Her friends are safe and moving forward with their lives, so she decides to go back and finish up college...far away from Mystic Falls. The idea of exploring anything supernatural is lost on her, so instead of following in Grams’ footsteps as an Occult Studies professor, she takes a different path. Bonnie discovers her passion for Human Rights and Global Health, earning a PhD in Social Epidemiology. Working for a nonprofit jumpstarts her solo trip around the world, traveling through various parts of Africa and southeast Asia.
Her love of travel and social justice advocacy inspires Bonnie to create a digital media publication to share her unique perspective. Self proclaimed anti-influencer, Bonnie creates Currently: Conquering the World with Dr. Bonnie which delivers education through travel – simultaneously offering honest first-hand travel insights, educating followers on important issues faced by the highlighted destinations and checking privilege. The platform uplifts the voices of WOC, POC and marginalized people. It has been featured in a couple of major publications, donates to local nonprofits, hosts a podcast and has a sizable social media following. Bonnie posts a booty shot for every 1,000 new followers to her instagram account to show that there’s no correlation between a badass bitch in a bikini and intelligence.
Magic takes a backseat to Bonnie’s career and she’s okay with it. She still practices and befriends a handful of witches and warlocks through her travels. However, she keeps the magnitude of her abilities mostly under wraps. There’s not a snowflake’s chance in hell that she will let the power of her lineage be taken advantage of again. Bonnie Bennett - joyful, unapologetic BAMF, brainiac and humanitarian - finally found her inner goddess and is making good on her promise to live her very best life.
Bonnie keeps in touch with the remaining members of the Mystic Falls Scooby gang, though marginally - FaceTime sessions with Caroline and Elena when they can fit into each other’s schedules and time zones, long conversations with Matt, and random texts from Damon complaining about anything and everything. In time, the calls become fewer and no news is good news in her mind. Plus, she has a business to run, places to be, people to educate and a patriarchy to dismantle.
At first, Damon struggles acclimating to his new human life. He’s not pleased to have to take up exercising to in order to maintain his physique and misses the strength and agility he once had as a vampire. The lack of bloodlust is a plus. Cooking and eating real food is way more rewarding and enjoyable, another plus. Although, he gets mildly depressed that his body needs to build up an alcohol tolerance and can actually now die from overdrinking. He finally has Elena all to himself which is all he ever wanted and he should be walking on cloud nine, but it’s all so overwhelming. Time is fleeting and he realizes how much he had taken it for granted. He misses Stefan so goddamn much and it doesn’t help that his best friend/favorite drinking buddy skipped town on him. He spends one whole year mourning his brother, wallowing in self-pity, and being the domesticated boyfriend to his Pre Med fiancé before he gets his shit together.
Inspired after binge watching Tidying Up on Netflix, Damon starts applying the Konmari method to the Boarding House. In the attic, he finds his bachelors of architecture along with a set of licenses he got for ‘shits and gigs’ back in the 80s and it sparks something in him. He was productive as a vampire, after all. Damon convinces Caroline to compel NCARB and the State Board of Contractors into reinstating his architect and contractor licenses – because that’s what family is for – and starts a design and contracting firm, working mostly on small tenant improvement projects in and around Mystic Falls. His first project is to renovate the Boarding House which he later hands over to Alaric to run the Salvatore School.
Damon and Elena get married in between the time she ends Pre Med and starts Med School. It’s a spontaneous ceremony at City Hall which Matt documents via Facebook Live. They make it through one year of marriage before things start to go south. With Elena now further away for Med School and Damon running his business in Mystic Falls, they barely make it work to see each other on weekends. Damon falls in love with a dilapidated old bar in the heart of town and purchases it, throwing himself into a major renovation. It serves as a nice distraction from the growing divide between him and the “love of his life.” Year two is the tipping point – Elena wants him to relocate closer her, Damon wants to continue growing his business in Mystic Falls and neither wants to compromise. They see each other even less and argue more until Elena admits she has been cheating on Damon with a colleague, and their decision to part ways is mutual. Not so epic love, after all.
The breakup isn’t as painful as he thought it would be since Elena and him were living separate lives already. He sells the property for which he planned to surprise his ex-wife with a family home and readjusts his plans for the bar to incorporate a second floor loft for himself. It takes Damon almost a full year to finish renovations on his pride and joy, Savior. Blood, sweat and tears went into preserving and restoring original, historic architectural features. He took great care in curating every single detail and it paid off because his bar was voted best in the county and has become the go-to place for intimate date nights and an impeccable drink selection.
Nine years after Bonnie hightailed it out of Mystic Falls for good, three years after founding Currently: Conquering and two-ish years after the grand opening of Savior, the former besties run into each other on the streets of Havana. The run and jump hug from when Bonnie resurrected herself from 90s Hell is relived and they play catch-up over medianoches. Bonnie is leading a group of travelers through Cuba for the next 10 days while Damon is on sabbatical to celebrate his thriving business ventures and divorce. He critiques the photo composition her latest ass shot posted to IG and she points out his new frown lines that would put Stefan’s to shame – and just like that, they’re besties all over again.
Bonnie invites him to join her tour group and having no set itinerary, Damon agrees. It’s truly refreshing to see Bonnie in her element. Bearing witness to the person she has grown into after the supernatural drama of yesteryear only reinforces Damon’s admiration of her. Having no real destination after Cuba, Damon piggybacks onto her next guided tour, leaning into the local culture that his best friend has grown to love so much. He even follows her to Costa Rica before he has to return home.
(Annnnnd that’s where it stopped)
Comments:
Does a similar fic already exist and I just don’t remember haven’t read it?
Would it be too much to ask for accurate characterization and spot-on snarky dialogue, and like, not written in first-person narrative?
Timing - I’ve estimated approx 9 years until Bamon meet up Cuba. Not sure if it makes logical sense with everything that happens in between.
Damon and Elena’s child(ren?) - didn’t consider them...the Gilbert’s shouldn’t procreate, IMO. I don’t plan on watching Legacies and not sure what is canon. The plot would need to be adjusted if included. Regarding the origins of Stefanie Salvatore - I’d say keep this character as DE’s spawn instead of rewriting as Bamon’s kid. Since Stefan killed Enzo, the name would be a sore spot for Bonnie.
Bonnie’s career - mimics that of Dr. Kiona who runs hownottotravellikeabasicbitch on IG - follow her! She’s awesome.
#bamon#bamon fanfic#super extra#headcanon#plot bunny#incomplete#to the void with love#please entertain me#I promise to love you forever#covid 19 delirium#things i obsessed over during lockdown#devil's in the detail#bonnie bennett#damon salvatore
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Cloud Plays White: Finale
This is a long one, folks, since I realized I had a bit in my notes I had forgotten about and only found after I posted this, lol, so I have now edited it in.
when we last left off I was criticizing Alder for being useless in apprehending Ghetsis and Iris for not just taking me to Drayden’s house herself when it is Right Fucking There.
So I’m still futzing around Opelucid here.
“No way, without pokemon, I’ll be lonely and sad! …but am I just using my pokemon, then?”
wow, seems there’s some brain cells there after all. you keep exercising those, brah.
I run into a guy who thinks that it’s okay for team plasma to take pokemon from weak trainers, even though he considers himself one and feels bad for the people they rob.
There’s another dude in the same room who used to be part of team plasma but left because it was weird for him that everyone thought the same way.
See, I appreciate this part of the game’s writing - I wish there was more stuff like this, people who are conflicted and their viewpoints being front and center instead of the simplistic garbage we’re fed by Iris and Alder and company.
Though there’s an absolute nut job who says that despite the years he’s trained with his pokemon he’ll let it go if it makes it a perfect being and I am just not even gonna unpack all the lunacy there.
There’s a kid who thinks that just because N has the legendary pokemon, he must be the hero.
I am very concerned about everyone in Unova being so gullible.
“Your Scrafty looks like it can try a little harder.”
WELL FUCK YOU TOO RANDOM LADY??? LAD DOES HIS BEST AND I WILL NOT HAVE HIM SLANDERED THIS WAY
I finally go to Drayden’s and get told how the original dragon performed mitosis and now we have two dragons and also they once destroyed the region with fire and lightning but it’s chill.
“People may hurt pokemon even more by imposing their selfish thoughts on them. But no matter what, Pokemon and people believe in each other, need each other, and will continue to live together…”
Drayden is smarter and more nuanced than like, anyone else, why is he not a main character.
Iris chips in about how much she can’t forgive Plasma and Drayden mentions they don’t know how to wake up Zekrom.
Well, to be fair, I’d be very surprised if they did.
Off to the gym, this’ll be interesting since I have no ice or dragon moves on my team.
I get through the trainers okay, now time to fight Daffodil.
Her Haxorus was a bit tricky but nothing I couldn’t handle, and when I walk out Juniper shows up.
And somehow she knows how to resurrect Zekrom. Cool!
She blahs about how it’ll wake up when it deems someone worthy and talks about how much I’ve changed and shows me to the gate where the route to the pokemon league is.
“Chirae? Do you regret setting out on your pokemon journey?”
UH.
MAYBE?
mmm, that’s not fair to my pokemon though - nigh everyone around me may be looney tunes or incompetent, but they’ve been good pals.
So I hit “no” after all.
and she gives me a master ball. dope.
I make it to the gates of victory road and I honestly really like the bit where each section of them is themed after the badges! That’s a nice touch, I think that was only also done in the FRLG remakes if I recall correctly. It makes it feel a lot more ceremonious and important.
Ah here come my two idiots.
Bianca asks Cheren to smile and he’d probably implode if he did. He finally isn’t an asshole though, good for him.
The bug badge guard tells me to “fight valiantly like an insect” which is funny but I guess does make sense. Ants can fuck some stuff up, man.
Honestly I want to be a badge gate guard, seems like a fun job.
Also, I caught an excadrill in a raid the day I wrote this, and caught an excadrill in this game. Their pokedex entry includes this gem:
“Their tunnels can be destructive to subway systems”
Given the battle subway exists in this game, their insurance payments must be obscene. Imagine getting your match interrupted by a giant mole with metal fists that doesn’t give a fuck.
I named her Beans. She looks like a Beans.
I also caught a Deino. The Irate Pokémon that can’t see and tackles people to learn about its surroundings. I feel a kinship with this creature.
I named him Mezzo for laughs.
And I managed to get myself back to the beginning of victory road. Good job, cloud.
Okay I think I’ve found the right path, found a new dude to beat up which is a good sign. Apparently he’s lost too.
Love when a trainer switches out to a Pokémon mine doesn’t have a type advantage against and it gets wiped in two hits anyway. Death is inevitable.
“I’ve thought about what I can do to help my Pokémon win and I finally figured out the answer!”
Is it git gud?
Flame charge raises my speed, opponent’s klang uses automotize to prove it can do that too, dies because it’s too busy trying to go fast.
Then I get nailed by a flare blitz. Darmanitan is toxic to gen 5 nuzlocke runs, I swear. Especially since I have no one on my hodgepodge team resistant to fire. At least my unfezant is faster.
“Read what your opponent wants to do. Your opponent is human and may change plans from moment to moment. Be careful!”
There’s some meta joke to be made there but I’m not thinking of anything witty. Something something AI having a point even if not in this context.
Back to the beginning again but I think I know what I need to do now.
I looked at a walkthrough to check, tho, lmfao. Was tired of climbing up there only to fall down the wrong spot.
“There’s an item at the bottom! Do you want to slide all the way down?”
You’re the devil talking and you tempt me but I will ignore your silver tongue for now.
So I’m at the league and I thought Cheran would pop out of the bushes before I got here. That’s weird. I could swear he fights me one last time before I challenge the elite four.
NO CHERAN. OKAY. WHAT. IS MY GAME GLITCHED??
I guess not! Huh.
All right then. Time to try and see if I can win with my very unbalanced team.
Lmfao yeah my first attempt against the ghost trainer crashed and burned. Literally, thanks to her Chandelure. Very glad I saved on the outside. TIME TO GO TRAIN MORE.
No Marty, you may not learn wild charge, this is a no recoil moves household, self harm is bad.
Some grinding later, I am ready to try again.
Shauntal gave me a little trouble but was much more manageable. Grimsley was easy, only his Krookodile gave me issues.
I really like the elite four battle areas in this gen, I do admit. Very aesthetic.
Ah shit I know that Musharna is coming.
Never mind, that pink and purple snoozeball went down easy. I didn’t have a single Pokémon faint.
Unless Marshal breaks the trend the fights have actually gotten easier as I went.
He actually was a bit tricky, gave me a good show.
Hello endless stairs, hello N and Alder, hello giant random castle that just explodes out of the ground somehow.
“What has just appeared is team plasma’s castle”
Thanks mate, never would’ve figured that out without you. Why do you need a castle.
Oh wow, the gym leaders finally decided to be useful and fight the sages for me instead of letting extremists wander around unchecked.
Thanks y’all! Trying not being pointless more often!
“Ignoring team plasma...that would be a terrible thing for us gym leaders to do.”
You all already did that, Elena. I watched as Clay and Iris let these assholes go. We could have avoided this whole plot if literally any of you had done more earlier.
So the game says the castle was built by the Pokémon team plasma took but how the fuck did they like...work underground...you know what I’m not gonna even think about it too hard because it makes no sense and I know that. I must make my peace.
I also like how the castle is nonsensical and yet there’s a line of dialogue about how they’ll liberate the Pokémon in PCs too for their Master Plan(TM), which is surprisingly thoughtful. This game is so inconsistent with how much sense its lore makes. It’ll come up with something clever and then wear its underwear on its head the next minute.
“Will you go the Pokémon league?”
Hey what - WHY DID YOU TELEPORT ME HOW CAN YOU DO THAT. DO YOU HAVE AN ABRA OR WHAT
THAT WAS RANDOM
Well at least there’s someone there to randomly teleport me back too.
WHEEEEEE
Hi Reshiram, convenient how that mini fire tornado you made didn’t burn me or N.
Hi Zekrom, convenient how your lightning didn’t hurt us either, you’re a considerate chap
Aight, let’s see if I can catch this bastard
...I did and it only took me like five balls. Okay then.
N gave me a good fight, so there’s that.
Love how Ghetsis’s bouffalant kills itself via recoil from its own move and my scrafty’s rocky helmet.
He gave me a good fight too though.
I do like the ending, despite my issues with how the game presents its message. N is a great character and I appreciate what Nintendo was trying to do with the game’s plot, they just...didn’t really delve into it like they should have.
I’m glad I replayed it. I still have my issues with gen 5 but I see a lot more of its positives now.
We’ll see if I do any post-game content, I have gotten kind of attached to my grump-ass trainersona and his weird team.
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Princess Madeleine - Mama Magazine
“I want to be home with my kids as much as possible!”
Her highest priority is to spend as much time as possible with her children – who are so far unaware that they actually belong to a royal family. MAMA has met the three royal grandchildren and Princess Madeleine for a candid interview.
The past few weeks have been intense for Princess Madeleine. Recently she returned to Stockholm from Miami, the new hometown which she moved to a year ago, and she has just debuted as a children’s book writer, which has attracted considerable attention in both Swedish and foreign media. The children have been sick but they are now back home in Sweden over the summer – finally.
“It was not so easy for them to get over it this time, they have been sick with flu every two years. But in the end, Chris stayed in US with the sick kids and I brought Adrienne with me. So I managed to get home for the book launch.”
A few days after our big cover photo shoot with all the children, MAMA meets Princess Madeleine again – who is now recovering from a cold. She is dressed in a blue-grey jacket, white shirt, and around her neck is a thin necklace with small charms with the children’s names and a patron saint. She has some job assignments left before it’s time to leave together with the rest of the family.
“They have longed to get to Sweden! Both to come home to their rooms and their things. But also that we are outdoors so much more here at home than we are in Florida. It’s so hot there, and you can only be out for a short time, so for them to be out in the woods and run around, it’s a dream. And that is something I have really missed myself.”
Nowadays, we are used to seeing our Swedish royalty together with families in different official contexts, and it is not infrequently the children who are the focus of the cameras. Princess Leonore, the oldest of the siblings at five-years-old, has charmed the world’s press on both her Aunt Crown Princess Victoria’s 40th birthday celebration and her little sister Princess Adrienne’s baptism.
“She has a lot of energy. There are several teachers who say they have never met a child who has so much “free spirit”. But now I can see that once she gets into things she can really sit for a long time and concentrate. She loves to paint and decorate and make bracelets and necklaces with pearls. It often becomes a cosy moment because I also find it fun to paint and decorate, so it’s a lovely mom-daughter moment we have together.”
What else do you like doing together with the kids?
I would probably describe myself as the right amount of “hands-on”. I try to be with them as much as possible, whether we are in the park or at home. It is clear that if we are at home there are so many other things that need to be done, but I try to be involved most of the time when I can. It is important, it is about small moments you will otherwise miss.
How do the children’s personalities differ?
Leonore is the lively one. Nicolas is much more calm and sensitive with a big heart, a real mother’s boy. It’s him I get all the compliments from! He can say, “Mom, you look beautiful!”. Adrienne is very simple, happy, calm and harmonious, and just keeps going. Now she is 16 months so you start to see some more characteristics. She is very quick-thinking and tries to hang with the others with her little legs.
Which of the children is most like you?
My husband says Leonore, haha. She can stomp her foot when she gets angry. I was probably a little bit too, when I was a kid, quite determined, so yes. I would say Leonore.
And who is most like Chris?
Chris is very emotional and soft, so I see that side in Nicolas. Chris also sees details that Nicolas does and enjoys nice things. Chris gives the best advice, I always ask him when it comes to clothes, for example.
Princess Madeleine is always close to laughing as she tells anecdotes about the children and their peculiarities. When I ask if something in parenthood had surprised her, she has to think for a while.
“This “baby brain”, I didn’t expect it to last so long, this bubble you feel when your head is not really stuck. I can lose words and feel that I’m not as quick-thinking as before. And you have heard that maybe when you have child it can stay for a few months longer, or when you breastfeed, but I think it has stayed – ” (pauses) “ – longer than that.”
But now you have a little one too, that may not be so strange?
Yes, yes. Okay, so if you get fuzzy answers from me, then I’m blaming baby brain, haha!
Baby brain or not, Princess Madeleine has written and launched the book “Stella and the Secret” with her friend and colleague Karini Gustafason-Teixeira and children’s book author Stella Maxwell – a project that has emerged from Princess Madeleine’s commitment to the World Childhood Foundation and the issues surrounding the vulnerable and exploited children the foundation focuses on.
A children’s book about sexual abuse – that sound like a difficult task?
Yes, it’s been a long progress! In my work with Childhood, I have been campaigning to raise awareness of child sexual abuse. Me and my colleague Karini realised that even though we have reached out to thousands of people and organisations, it is difficult for these messages to reach children. That’s when the idea was born to write a children’s book. We wanted to reach out directly to the children, directly to the home where we know that everything begins, both good things but unfortunately also bad things…
Have you and Chris started talking about those issues of privacy with your own children?
We absolutely have. I think it is very important that the children understand this early and respect their bodily integrity and that you do not touch anyone in certain places of the body – you respect the private areas. We’re talking about that.
What responsibilities do you have as an adult for other children in your area?
We adults all have to take responsibility to act if we see something that is not okay. We have to dare to ask the child if everything is okay. We are too careful there, we do not want to interfere, but sometimes a child just needs to be asked a question, how they feel and if everything is okay.
In the book you do not wander around the topic of sexual abuse but go straight to the point…
Yes, we asked for input from various child psychologists when we had an almost completed script, and we also read in school classes and those were the ones who asked us not to be more afraid to talk more concretely in the book. Initially, we wrapped it up more, but they thought we would also have the heavier bit with Stella’s friend Elena’s secret, and I’m still glad we brought up that bit. For as the child psychologists say; children can take it. Don’t back it up, it’s better to pick it up.
Often, we adults are afraid to talk about heavy things?
Yes, we are afraid to talk about heavy topics with children. And that is exactly what I felt, that if we are uncomfortable talking about such a situation, how then should children dare to take it up with us? You know that you have to be a good parent and talk about problems that children may face, everything from friendships, tough times at school, bullying etc. but it is not always easy to address. Then it can be nice to instead have a book that you can read or listen to together, and hopefully it will lead to a conversation where you can naturally ask questions about how the children would have done in Stella’s situation. I hope the book can help, to open the dialogue that way.
In addition to the work with “Stella and the Secret”, her job for Childhood and the official assignments for the Swedish Royal House, Princess Madeleine also has had three children in the past five years; Princess Leonore, 5, Prince Nicolas, 4, and Princess Adrienne, 1.
For many, being a parent can be more or less a shock, was it so for you?
Now that I think about it, it probably wasn’t. I had a simple pregnancy and also delivery, so I think it helped, that it actually went so easy and that I did not have a really bad experience. The first time went well, and I have been fortunate that my children have been simple babies, they have slept through the nights since they were one or two months. So compared to how it has been for many other moms, I have been very spared.
Leonore was born in 2014 and Nicolas in 2015. What was it like to get pregnant again, so quickly?
That I was expecting Nicolas came as a shock! I was already in the third month, I knew nothing. We were moving from New York and I was so tired, but I thought I was safe because I was packing and there was so much with the move. But then I was pregnant. I think I was in the thirteenth week when I found out.
Wow. But then you had not felt bad and so?
No. I did not feel bad with Leonore or Nicolas. With Adrienne, on the other hand, I felt very ill. Really weird.
Did you like being pregnant?
Yes, actually! I didn’t think I would say that. I thought I would sigh and complain more, haha. Obviously, it will be heavy in the end but as I said, it’s probably because I had the benefit of having a light pregnancy, so I’ve been pleasantly surprised anyway. I think you get such a calm when you are pregnant, I like it.
You’ve had babies tight, it’s easy to get the impression that it’s easy for you to get pregnant?
Mmm, nothing has been planned, haha! When Adrienne came, I’d really thought I’d give Chris a puppy, but then…
Princess Madeleine bursts into laughter. “Okay, Chris had his birthday and I thought I’d surprise him with a puppy. I had fixed the kennel and knew when the puppy would come and everything was planned. And then he got a package with a stuffed animal that was a dog, and a card that said ‘Congratulations, you should get one for a family member’. He got completely chalky and dropped his chin, “What, are you pregnant again?” And I said “No, it’s just a dog!”
But then two weeks later I had to come back to him and say “you, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea that we get a puppy…” because then I was pregnant. With Adrienne. And then I had to call the kennel and say we have to wait for the puppy. I wished for a very long time at first, but I listened to my mom in the end, she said “No, you can’t have a dog too, wait now”. And that felt right, because it would still be like having two babies.
Since the 2013 wedding, Princess Madeleine and Chris O’Neill have lived in New York, then London, Stockholm, and now Miami. Princess Leonore was born in New York, while both Prince Nicolas and Princess Adrienne were born at Danderyd’s hospital outside Stockholm.
“Yes, the children are born in different countries, and there is little difference. In the United States they are much more concerned that the mother should definitely not be hurt, they give much more stunning at birth, so with Leonore it was very painless. I almost felt it was too much, I felt nothing, my whole legs were stunned.”
Did you experience any pain?
Yes, I did. But then when they got stronger, then they grew on the anaesthetic, so I didn’t even know when I was going to push her, it was the doctor who had to say it. While in Sweden you are much more restrained, you do not get given as much stunning. Which I can also feel is pretty awesome because then you know more and the body really tells you what to do. So even though it hurt a little, I thought it was a cooler experience all in all.
You were pregnant with Nicolas at your brother, Prince Carl Philip’s, wedding to Princess Sofia. How was it?
Yeah, that was pretty exciting, haha! Of course, I really wanted to attend Carl Philip and Sofia’s wedding that lasted two days – first it was a party the night before and then it was the wedding itself. And I told my midwife before, “I feel something is happening,” so I wanted to check the status before going into the party and into the church. But then I was actually 3cm dilated, so she thought I should have a bag with me in case I had to go inside.
So I sat inside the church thinking, “Do. Not. Let. My. Waters. Break. What do I do if my waters break? Do I leave? Do I stand? What do I do?” I was really nervous, but Nicolas waited a bit to get out. This was on Friday, then Saturday, he gave me Sunday to rest on, then on Monday we went in.
It must have been an exciting conversation for your table party?
I had Daniel at the table, which was nice, he helped me. So I could say, “You, it hurts right now, you have to talk and I’ll sit and smile!” Because it was a TV broadcast dinner too, haha! So I just couldn’t sit there and make grimaces.
Has it been easier or harder than you thought, being a mom?
When I had Leonore, then I thought it was too much. But then when I had the others, I wondered why I thought it was so hard with one child, haha! And then with three, oh my god! I do not agree with those who say that “If you have two then there is no difference with a third.” I don’t think so, but I think it’s more to plan, just logistically, because they differ so much in ages. Adrienne has her schedule of meal times and sleeping times, the other two have something completely different, so to put it together it’s a little bigger puzzle. But as a mom, I think… that’s a lot! But it’s fun! I love being a mom, it’s the most fun!
Has there been anything you wish you knew before you had a child?
I had a little trouble with breastfeeding. There are different breastfeeding cultures in the US and Sweden. In the US you were asked directly: will you breastfeed or do you want compensation for your baby? In Sweden, you must breastfeed. I think it was a little more pressing. Not sure everyone can and for me, that was a little difficult.
Have you breastfed all your children?
Yes, I have.
As a new mom, were you worried or cool?
My friends thought I was cool and I think I’m pretty calm. It is clear that I was sometimes worried as a new mom because we lived in New York and I did not have the family close, so you could feel a bit lonely during the whole thing. But we brought in help, so it felt safe to have someone there who could support.
How is Chris then, is he cool or more worried?
No! He’s the worried one of us, haha! As with Adrienne a few weeks ago, he said “she looks yellow, we have to go to the hospital, I think she has jaundice!”. And I just was like “No, she can’t have jaundice, she’s 15 months old, she’s just caught the sun!”
How do you and Chris complement each other as parents?
Good, I think. Unfortunately, I am the one who may be a “bad cop”. Leonore knows exactly who to go and ask when she wants something. But joking aside, I think we’re a good team. When I have Adrienne in the morning, he fixes breakfast for the children and solves everything in a good way, then he is busy in the days, but comes home in the evening for reading time with the children and then on the weekends we are very much together. Chris is very much a present dad when he is not working.
Who are you looking for support from in parenting issues?
It’s probably my friends. Most of them are a little ahead of me so it’s perfect, they have that experience right now, when the kids go into different ages and stages, so there I talk a lot with my friends.
Do you ever Google for info if the kids get weird rashes or the like?
No, no.
Maybe Chris is the one who Googles?
He definitely Googles! He probably has spreadsheets of all kinds of illnesses there, haha. But no, I don’t.
You and Chris come from slightly different cultures regarding child rearing. Is there something you disagree on?
Yes, I would probably say that it is. I would like to have the children with us all the time, while he is more like it was where he grew up: the children are not always with you, for example, you do not always eat dinner with the children but individually… But you have to compromise. And I agree, it is important for the relationship that you get some alone time together, and not with the children there.
Many who are in the middle of the toddler carousel may feel that they sometimes lose themselves, a bit like "where did my old self go?" Have you ever felt that way?
I have, absolutely. But sometimes I think it's a little nice too, just to focus on the children and not on myself. I think now that the kids are getting a little older, I'm starting to come back, and have more time now, when the bigger kids are more in school. I still have Adrienne at home, but I'm starting to feel more like myself again.
Do you feel lonely?
No, I feel like ... now I have a family, my own new family. But then it is clear that you always miss friends and family at home in Sweden.
Have you been able to build a new network of friends in Florida since you moved there?
Yes, but it does take its time. We moved there in August last year, so now I feel like I have good friends, and especially good moms from school that I got to know. In the United States, there is an incredible parenting presence at school so it was very easy to get in and make new friends throughout that cohesion. It is a full time job to just be a present parent in school there! No wonder it has become such a phrase, "soccer mom", because it really is.
Are you going to be a soccer mom?
Sure! I already think it has started with all the different activities of the children, the only thing you do is drive back and forth on different activities. Leonore has ballet and football, tennis ... Nicolas also has football and "sports" where you get to test everything from baseball to basketball, he thinks it's great fun.
Princess Madeleine describes a daily life that in many ways resembles many other toddler parents. Up early in the weekdays, stressful mornings and off with the older kids to school. The days are often spent at home with Adrienne, they attend gymboree classes with singing, play and gymnastics. Get the kids from school at three, shooting off for activities.
When Chris comes home from work, they take turns reading for the children before bedtime and on weekends it is fully focused on spending time with the whole family. Both Friday night ("Yes! Movies, chips and popcorn!") and Saturday candy are two Swedish classics that are obvious to the family.
Living in sunny Florida has its advantages. When the children come home, it is often a swim in the pool, swimming with friends is a favourite occupation, and both Leonore and Nicolas learned to swim early. In addition, they do not have the bulky winter overalls that we Swedes otherwise are accustomed to at home.
“Yes, it is very nice right now during the toddler years ... that booking with all winter garments - and once you have come out then someone needs to go to the toilet! Here it is only with shorts and t-shirt, in that way it is very simple, life is a little easier when there is a warm climate.”
In the US, they may also be more at ease compared to Sweden, they are not recognized as often.
How do you talk to the kids about being royalty?
I haven't actually talked to them about it yet. I think it will come naturally. And I think it was so for me, because I can't remember that mom and dad sat down to talk about it, but it probably came naturally. I think when the time comes they will ask and wonder and then you have to take it then, but now they have to live in their little bubble, in their little world without titles.
Can it be a shock when you are here in Sweden and people recognize you on the street?
That is where I think Swedes are so very respectful with the children, it is rare that anyone comes up. Even though we are in the park and I see that people recognize us, but there are not some who come and take pictures of the children or so. So they have been very kind, they live in their bubble and think they are like everyone else.
Are there times when you feel that you are not enough as a mother?
Yes, but it is clear, when all the children want attention, and then maybe you have to go away and not be able to follow up any noisy situation ... But otherwise we are very much with the children right now. And I have also really tried to prioritize this, to have these toddler years, and as long as I can, I want to be home with the children as much as possible.
You said before that you want four children?
I have to correct that. Chris has said four kids, not me, haha!
How do you feel yourself?
Right now I feel that I do not know how I would be able to get to it purely logistically, because it is quite a lot as it is, but at the same time it feels very sad to close that door. Because it is so wonderful with children. But we'll see.
“Right now I'm very happy with three children,” says Princess Madeleine emphatically and adds with a laugh: “It might be a dog instead!”
Quickfire questions
How many times were you awakened tonight? - Two. By Nicolas and Adrienne.
How many children lay in your bed when you woke up this morning? - Haha, one. Nicolas. He is the night hiker.
What was the first thing someone said to you this morning? - "Mom I need to pee!"
Which child was most difficult to raise? - Leonore.
What did the kids eat for breakfast? - Actimel with cereals and toast. Chris fixes.
How many toy animals were sitting at the breakfast table? - Two rabbits; Leonores "Pink" and Nicolas "Blue".
When did you get to drink your morning coffee? - Standing, just before we left. And cold.
Who in the family takes the longest time to put on their clothes? - Leonore.
What are the most common kids chattering about in the mornings? - The iPad.
What is the most common thing you talk about in the mornings? - Now we have to go!
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Edwin family fic: Don’t Forget
Summary: The Rockbell-Elric family has a new reason to not forget October 3rd.
A/N: I know, it’s been 3000 years and more! But here it finally is, a new fic in honor of the FMA day :) This fic is sort of a “collaboration” with @criis55 who did this totally adorable piece of art of our fankids. Go check it out if you haven’t!
A little info on the fankids: I (and Cris) HC that Edwin has 6 kids. Here are their ages in this fic:
Alan: 16
Emma: 14
Elena: 11
Arthur: 10
The twins (Henry & Erika): 5
If you wanna know more about them, feel free to check my art/fic tags or ask about them directly from me :D I am always happy to share some info!
Genre: Fluff. Oh, I’m back to my ol’ habits.
Words: 1600+
Warnings: none
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“Hey Ed”, Winry tried to catch her husband's attention once they had put their kids into bed. “I was wondering...”
"Yeah?" Ed asked curiously.
"You know what day tomorrow is, right?" Winry asked a bit hesitantly.
"It's October third… The twins' birthday. And the day when..."
"Yeah, the day when you and Al... Left for your journey." Winry said carefully, not really wanting to bring up what else the boys had done that day.
"That's one way to put it..." Ed sighed and sat down on the bed. "It's been 24 years since then..."
"A lot has changed. For the better."
"You're right." Ed nodded, a bit absent mindedly as he was recalling the events from his youth.
"That's why I would like to do something special for that day,” Winry surprised him.
"Hmmm?" Ed asked. "What do you have in your mind?"
"You... Remember that family picture your family took when you were just little kids?"
"Oh course, it was when my father...."
"My point is,” Winry stopped Ed before he could start his usual rant about his good for nothing father. “That old photo caught my eye the other day and I realized we haven't taken one of the 8 of us after the twins were born. They turn 5 already so it would be about time, don't you think?"
"Mmmm... Sure, why not,” Ed agreed. “But you know there's a reason why we haven't gotten them into a picture? Because one moment they are sitting on the sofa petting the dog, and then you pat your eyes once and suddenly they are throwing the dog's food at each other like it was a snowball fight."
"Maybe we have better luck this time. It's worth trying, right?" Winry asked.
"Yeah, of course," Ed admitted, although still slightly skeptical.
"This is gonna be good. I promise."
The next day started pretty much the way Ed had expected. Alphonse and Mei had gotten the twins a birthday cake because Winry had been working long hours on a new automail and teaching Alan some new techniques she had learned, while Ed had been busy babysitting and writing his new book. However, they had unfortunately forgotten that the twins hated all the dairy products, even more than their father. That’s why, when the birthday kids saw that the cake had a cream frosting on it, instead of something that tasted a little less like milk (like chocolate), the hell broke loose.
“Dad! I’m not eating this!”
“I want a chocolate cake!!”
“Henry, your uncle brought it, you’d better be more polite! Erika, chocolate has also milk in it, it’s no different than this!” Ed scolded his kids.
“You’re mean, dad!” Erika screamed, the 5-year-old brain of hers shocked about this information.
“Hey Rika, if the cake is not edible, then no one can eat it, right?” Henry asked slyly.
“Yep, you are right, brother!” Erika nodded, with a gleam in her eye that usually knew nothing good.
“DON’T DO IT!” Ed yelled, but too late. The twins had already dug into the cake and caught big pieces of it in their small hands, and they were now throwing them at each other. The blue shirts their parents had picked for the photograph later that day were covered in cream, and the cake was ruined.
“And what are we supposed to eat now?!” Ed growled after taking an entire minute to calm down a bit. “And what are you gonna wear for the photo? Your mum is gonna kill me when she gets home.”
…
Thankfully, the household was full of helpful people. The twins had been bathed and changed into clean clothes (green ones this time), Alan had cleaned the kitchen, and an apple pie courtesy of Al, Mei, and Elena was in the oven by the time Winry arrived from running her errands. She looked at her family a bit suspiciously when they were sitting so peacefully at the table but said nothing about it at first. She did, however, notice the new shirts on the twins and couldn’t not ask: “Ed, what happened to the blue shirts? Didn’t we decide…”
“They messed them up, mum,” Emma said, tired of everyone trying to keep a poker face. “… Started playing with the cake…”
“Cake… I thought… I thought this was what you guys brought…” Winry gestured towards the apple pie with confusion.
“Sorry, Winry… It was my fault, I should have taken better care of them,” Ed said before she could raise her voice at the kids.
The mother of 6 took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment.
“Let’s just… forget about it for now and try this pie instead. But twins, you will apologize to uncle Al and aunt Mei once we’re done. They got the cake for you to eat, not to destroy.”
“Don’t worry about it, Winry,” Al waved it off. “Kids will be kids. I should have remembered they have my brother’s blood in them, and they can’t handle cream.” He threw a sly look towards Ed.
“Hey!” Ed barked back. “It’s not like I /taught/ them to hate dairy products!”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you had,” Al retorted and the rest of group started laughing.
…
“OK, is everyone ready for the photo? Alan, why are you still in your working clothes?! You don’t have time to change them anymore. Emma, why are you wearing black? Didn’t we agree on blue? Elena, sweetie, you are the only who is dressed up decently. Yeah, yeah, Ed, you look nice too. Have I told you I like your beard?”
Winry did her best to make sure everyone was looking their best in the picture. Sure enough, most of the kids didn’t have the clothes they had originally planned, but she knew her family and she knew that if she started nitpicking, it would take the photographer at least an extra hour to get his work done. Besides, wasn’t it better that they looked like their usual selves rather than some people they were not?
…
Here’s how the photo ended up looking:
Before the photographer had arrived, Alan had been practicing the new automail model his mother had taught him earlier, so he was, while a bit tired and dirty, also very content in the picture after a successful day of working.
Emma, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the picture, but she had managed to make her parents promise that her dog Key could be in the photo as well, so she couldn’t talk herself out of it.
Elena was used to being in front of camera, and to her mother’s relief she had also picked a cute dress as her outfit, so compared to everyone else, she looked like a model citizen in the photo.
The music loving Arthur had just read from some magazine that artists should try to stand out, so instead of blue, he had picked a red shirt, and he was trying to do the pose he had seen many young musicians do in the PR photos.
The birthday kids stood out with their green shirts and lively expressions, but the parents were happy they had managed to get them to calm down for a moment. Or maybe it was the photographer who had promised the kids sweets once he was done.
All in all, Ed and Winry thought the photo was a success, and worth the trouble they had seen.
…
“Can you believe?” Ed asked absentmindedly while looking at the brand-new photo on Winry and his nightstand.
“Believe what?” Winry asked with confusion, sneaking her arms around her husband’s torso while peeking over his shoulder.
“That this is our life now? Who would have thought 24 years ago…”
“Hmmm?”
Ed was a quiet for a while, but finally he opened up a bit: “I was a lost kid, with just one goal in my life: to get Al’s body back. I couldn’t let myself think of anything else. That’s why I also…”
“Burned down your house…” Winry said quietly.
“Yeah…”
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but… while I was so scared for you two that night, I also… I think I also admired you a bit,” she confessed.
“Why? We did an awful thing!”
“It was because you were so determined,” Winry answered calmly. “I trusted that with that determination – or stubbornness – you’d manage to do what you were set to do. And you did.”
“Yeah… You know we got a lot of help, though,” Ed tried to shrug it off.
“And none of it was undeserved. You tend to see your mistakes, but you did a lot of things right, as well. Look at your kids, for example. They may have inherited the Elric way of showing it, but… I know they love you a lot. And… so do I, of course.”
“Thanks, Win… However, I wouldn’t have been able to do two of my proudest accomplishments without you. One, kicking that Father guy’s ass without your automail, and two, these little brats.” He pointed at the photo, smiling.
“Well, I admit that latter could have been a bit hard without me,” Winry chuckled, “but that’s why we make a good team. We created some pretty great kids, didn’t we?”
“Yeah. Even the twins,” Ed said jokingly.
“Even the twins,” Winry laughed. “Now,” she pushed Ed down on the mattress playfully, “would you like to share with me why they hate milk so much?”
“I can’t explain it, it’s in their genes!” Ed yelped before starting a wrestling match with his wife.
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I want to tell you... (Nathan Drake x reader, part 1.)
A/N: I want to clear up one thing before we start. This is an alternative AU where Nathan and Elena got married after Honour Among Thieves, lived together for a while, but they figured out that life in marriage will not be their thing. At least not their thing.
After that, they'll not get together again. They'll be great friends tho, so she'll come to cover his ass in Drake's Deception and in A Thief's End.
A/N 2: We are only getting started here, I swear. Need to have some things clear before we move on, alright?
Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.
Word count: About 1000 (-/+)
Warnings: None, just lil sad drunk bean Nate and Chloe checking some chick.
Nathan couldn't exactly say that he's unhappy - he couldn't and he even not wanted to. He had a great job as a cook, even when nobody believed him, he had a nice place in downtown and he had great friends. Those were things he couldn't deny.
But to say that he's happy was far fetched as well. He wasn't happy because of one reason - he married a woman whom he thought that it's his reason for happiness. And it was, until a few months ago. It was a few months since he and his wife started to separate from each other. They were further and further with each passing day and he could say that it wasn't making him happy at all. After all of that, Elena was still one of his greatest friends; but to make her his wife was the biggest mistake he has ever done.
And little did he know, that Elena felt the same tension as him.
“Natey, Natey,” - his black-haired friend said when she served him another glass of wine. He served her all of his feelings on a silver plate and she, Chloe Frazer, haven't found any words of hope for him. And he couldn't decide if it is a good thing or if he's in deep shit. “We all knew that this is going to happen. Especially me and Sullivan. Elena isn't exactly a wifey type, you know?”
“Oh, so you're about to lecture me about my own wife!” - Nate cried out loudly as he took another sip of wine. It wasn't tasty when they started, but now, the wine became his best friend for life. - “That’s some funny shit.”
“Are you being ironic or am I just mishearing myself, love?” - Chloe asked with a face that told him he's starting to be a dickhead. Nathan was drunk like a girl in puberty who smelled alcohol for the first time. - “She is an adventurer, she is writing for a magazine and she travels a lot and when you don't have any gigs, and it is a lifetime ago since Sullivan took you somewhere, your cooking career just doesn't suit her. Take it or leave it, you drunk fool.”
“But I love her, you know?” - Nathan looked at Chloe with his puppy eyes as she leaned her head on her shoulders. She could somehow sense that it is hurting him. But it did hurt Elena just as much. - “Or at least, I thought so.”
“Then you don't understand what love is at all, cowboy,” - Chloe sighed as she watched a really hot waitress chick going to their direction. - “When you love, it is not in your brain at all. It's within you, your heart must truly fell and your head must be in clouds. Love is crazy, it comes without a single warning.” - Chloe smiled at that girl when she saw her gaze. There was some chemistry in the air and Chloe truly felt the love directly in her pants.
“So, by that, you mean that I and Elena were never truly in love?” - Nate looked at her as a miserable puppy as he was about to cry. Chloe rolled her eyes when she realized that that evening, she would not get lucky with that girl. Nathan was about to sleep at her place, eat ice cream and probably watch Nothing hill over and over again because Elena was out of town.
Nate was one of those tough guys who pretended that they're cool and mysterious, but when something happened, he was the first one to cry like a little girl. Especially when he was drunk as hell, like at that moment. He was one of the softest men she ever knew. And maybe because of that, Chloe loved him like a brother.
They were lovers at some point in their friendship, but those days were lost a long time ago. Now Chloe banged girls most of the time and she was really happy and satisfied with herself.
“Something like that, Texas,” - Chloe waved at that hot chick as she took the bottle from Nathan’s hand. - “You look like a little shit, my friend.” She sighed and smiled at that girl, giving her money and writing her phone number on the receipt. Then Chloe winked at her, helping Nathan to get on his own feet.
“I feel like,” - Nathan started when they barely got in front of the pub. Chloe looked at him. - “You feel like a Nothing hill, eh?” Chloe asked and waved for the nearest cab.
“How did you know that? Are you a magician?” - Nathan wondered when Chloe helped him at the back seat and sat next to him, giving their driver her address, letting Nathan lean his head on her shoulder.
“God, I wish I was,” - Chloe whispered as the cab started moving, caressing Nathans hair in a soft manner. - “I wish I was.” She smiled at him and let him rest for a while.
This situation made her wrinkles deepen and her smile fade out. When they were together only for a while, they were the happiest couple around. Elena was funny and Nathan cocky in his own way, she was the clever one, while Nathan did his best to not be as clumsy as he always was.
But then it came - Nathan was traveling around the world because of his gigs and Elena was doing basically the same. They didn't see each other often and it was only natural for their relationship to end because of this. But it still hurt to see it with her own eyes.
Because she loved Nathan as her brother and to feel getting her family hurt so deeply was not a nice thing at all.
#uncharted#nathan#nathan drake#nathan drake x reader#don’t worry#it will have a pace soon)#i’ll take care of it#uncharted fandom#nathan drake story#chloe frazer#hello there#I am back#did you miss me
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