#hello my love my friend who keeps her alerts on for my blog
Text
babes is back
hello my lovies!!!!!!
i am back!!!! much to your pleasure and simultaneous screaming because yes, if i am back, the fics will be back. and they will be painful.
i thought i’d give you guys a little explanation as to why i kind of randomly stopped coming on tumblr despite my reappearances in december, which were because the lovely @neewtmas had her 12 days of christmas (FIND THAT HERE) and we’re online friends in real life (if that makes any sense at all) and i wanted to support her!!!! my wife!!!!
under the cut below is my little rundown, under a cut simply because i don’t want to take up a million scrolls of your dash if you don’t want to read my reasonings or you are just happy i am back (i luv u)
i have felt terrible since becoming inactive on tumblr since i made so many friends and had so so so many people supporting not only my fanfictions but the edits i also started making, so this is also kind of like my apology to you guys because i went so unexpectedly and without any explanation. so if you want to keep reading, then keep reading!
BOO
scary cut. i know. it’s ok. i am here to protect u.
anyways, like i said, my inactivity on tumblr was a completely out of the blue thing that even i didn’t expect. one day, i just found myself unable to go on the app out of pure dread which i had never felt because it was one of my faves.
and not dread because of anything that had happened here per se, just because my life had been becoming a bit of a mess.
that goes way back, but the crux of it was when me and my boyfriend of 4 years (who i had been staying with after my mum moved away) broke up
i won’t get into details about the breakup itself for both my privacy and his (very unique instances caused it), but basically it got worse and worse, and by october time it was getting to a point where i wasn’t feeling right at all. he was messaging me all the time, begging to get back together, the usual, but he was always wanting to come see me at my dads and for SOME REASON felt as though he had some entitlement to meet my new cats aka my little babies. he was saying creepy things to me (that he didn’t mean as creepy) and by november i blocked him.
i wasn’t feeling safe physically, worried i’d see him on my walks home from the shop in a different town that he comes to often to hang out in with his best friend, but also mentally. i wasn’t in a good mental space at all. i was scared. i was confused. he had pushed all of the blame of the breakup onto me. i was working 35 hours a week while being a student (still am) and my brain had no time for anything but work, studying, and worrying.
tumblr isn’t my job, but the pure guilt i felt when i deleted the app hit me like a tonne of bricks. i felt terrible. one of the only things that gave me solace was something i couldn’t bring myself to go on to. i couldn’t bring myself to write the requests i had piling in, ones i still have huge guilt for never getting around to writing. i couldn’t bring myself to keep answering messages or reblogging things because i didn’t have it in me. i didn’t even write at all october-november because i just had nothing in me, which is so so unlike me.
one thing that did keep me going though, was my emails. “eden ew ur job alert emails? ur period tracker app trying to get u onto premium? the emails from the joint account u had with ur ex for his music career that went kasplut?” no silly. maybe the job alerts - my job has too much drama.
no. 15 year old eden logging back into tumblr and setting email notifs on for comments, tags, and inbox was perhaps the smartest thing she did, and she got all A’s in her exams.
every now and then, i’d get a little tumblr notification. one of those “put this in the inbox of one of your favourite blogs blah blah blah” i luv em. can never get myself to do them because of the 13 year old in me screaming to never do chain mail again after carmen winstead and her creepy voicenote. but i love them, and i appreciate every single person who sent me one.
i could see people commenting on my fics, and absolutely loving them. i could see what my mutuals tagged me in, even if i wasn’t able to react to them.
it gave me peace of mind to keep going with my life while still being able to cling onto the happiness this site brings me while not actually accessing it.
i will always be sorry that i left so suddenly, but it was a spur of the moment thing and something i couldn't even explain myself.
i'm back now, but i likely won't be as active as i used to be. i'm prioritising work and my studies as much as i can while still finding time to write. this being said, i can't promise that all requests sent to my inbox/messages will be answered. part of my leaving was being so overwhelmed by them all (and i thank you all for choosing me to requests fics from, it means a lot!) so if your request doesn't get answered, i truly am sorry and it isn't anything personal! maybe I'll get around to it in the future, but for now i want to bring the joy back to writing for me so i will not be overloading myself like i used to!
i hope you can all understand, and know i love you all so, so dearly! i wouldn't have the friends i do or be where i am in life without all of you!
love u all lots lovies <3
-ur favourite person ever ever ever, eden MWAH
#givemea-dam-break#if you read the whole of this whopper i luv u#if you did not read the whopper i still luv u
27 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! I noticed April is your f/o, that’s so awesome to meet another tmnt self shipper! I’m new to this blog, so if you’d like, would you want to talk about your relationship or your tmnt s/i if you have one?
-🎸 (@readbyred)
@readbyred
Oh hi! Always great to see another TMNT selfshipper!
My s/i is Selena Monroe, who is a wolf mutant. Unlike most other mutants, she’s able to switch back and forth between her wolf and human forms, giving her something of a werewolf identity.
(Wolf and human form)
She moved to New York in her late teens, and opened up a knife shop with some help from a friend. In her off time, she’d explore the underbelly of the city, and overtime earned herself something of a reputation. She was especially fond of the queer night life, frequenting gay bars and the like. Selena also liked going to the zoo, as she felt a special connection with the wolves there. Overall, she lived a pretty normal life.
One night after leaving the zoo, she came across foot soldiers transporting mutagen, and they ended up picking a fight with her. She managed to fend them off, though got mutagen on her clothes in the mayhem. Eventually, her body began to shift, and found herself with wolven features. Selena rushed home under the cover of darkness, trying to make sense of what happened. In the next few days, she learned she was able to shift back and forth between forms. She came to the conclusion that she should keep this to herself, in fear of being targeted for it. The wolf mutant kept to this, until she saw a group of mutant turtles fighting foot soldiers. She didn’t confront them initially, but used her sense of smell to track them into the sewers. From there, she met the turtles officially, as well as Splinter. They formed friendship, bonding over being mutants, along with their love for martial arts. Selena got along well with Splinter in particular, and he even began mentoring her in his fighting techniques.
For a while, it was just them; however, Selena eventually caught wind of a commotion with Channel 6 News, and decided to visit her mutant friends to see what they thought of it. As it turned out, they were in the thick of it outside of the camera, along with a certain reporter named April O’neil. Selena was intrigued, though kept on alert as she knew this was tied to the foot clan. A few days later, she was hanging out at the turtle’s lair, when April came to visit. From the moment they laid eyes on each other, the two had an instant attraction, particularly on April’s side. They started to spend time with each other, quickly becoming close friends. It was around this time that April was coming to terms with her attraction to women, and meeting Selena was the confirming factor for her. Eventually, April confessed her feelings, to which Selena reciprocated.
Selena always felt like April’s protector, especially when the turtles weren’t around. Adversely, April always made sure to keep Selena down to Earth, as while she was typically level headed, she could get carried away in her wolf form. Nonetheless, they viewed each other as equals, and worked as a team. Both April and Selena served as the turtle’s window to the outside world, but Selena was typically more capable against Shredder and his goons by herself. Outside of the battle against Shredder however, the two enjoy a fairly normal relationship. Selena introduced her to the underground queer scene of the city, and helped her explore her queer identity. While April was always a confident woman, Sekena gave her a sense of safety she had never felt before.It seemed the feeling was mutual, though for Selena it meant security to let her guard down; April was surprised how laid back and goofy she was when they were alone. Even in the chaos of their lives, they found comfort and solace in each other.
#also hey fellow Hogwarts mystery selfshipper!#dm me if you ever want to talk abt selfships#asks#answered asks#werewolves of new york#smile for the camera 🎥
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ordinarily I do not indulge in callout posts, unless a person's mental health might be in serious danger - and it's not a petty lie somebody made up, providing no screenshots, or simple ones taken out of context.
I have received multiple messages now, proving to me that the Hellsing Discord server 'The Hellsing Fanserver' lead by 'Artillery' is unfortunately a place people need to be warned about.
While everyone could assure me they do offer good scans of the Hellsing manga, the members of the server indulged in:
- Purposefully misgendering people
- Making fun of triggers, trans people and people with severe mental illnesses
- Purposefully using triggers against other server members
- Manipulating other people to use the triggers against the person they concern and shifting the blame on them afterwards
- Bringing explicit sexual themes to a server with minors
Afterwards they would celebrate their 'success', making fun of the people they hurt.
The so called 'trolling' (though I wouldn't dare to call such a hurtful behaviour this) was encouraged on the server, so I would deem it an unsafe environment for everyone whose mental health might be affected by such things.
Please be careful if these things concern you and please do not encourage such behaviour.
It's not only hurtful, it is downright cruel.
The invitations, though the links are expired.
Here you see some of the accounts that were directly involved.
Please be careful.
Tumblr Accounts
Discord Accounts
I can only assume alts mean something like alternative accounts he and his friends created in order to do these things, engaging others on the server to do the same.
He then proceeds to share the success of the hurtful behaviour on before mentioned Discord server, commenting such:
^ The “he” they are referring to is a demi girl. And yes, on the other server the pronouns are clearly stated and everyone is asked to respect them.
He is downright admitting openly to have his friends manipulated other people to use the triggers against another person.
(For context: A server members triggers were ‘Borderlands” and ‘Kingdom Hearts’.
He stated this trigger a few hours before and unfortunately the mod, after a sleepless night, was unable to memorise it during that time so ‘Abd’ took advantage of it.
Another mod quickly drew attention to her mistake and of course she apologised to the person she triggered and was forgiven.)
Unfortunately many screenshots - involving the sexual advances and the 'making fun of transgenders' are missing due to the default ban option of the server, but several eye witnesses were able to confirm them.
There was a person pretending to be a transwoman to make fun of transpeople (The person was introducing themselves like: ‘Hello, I am a man, my pronouns are he/him, but I wish to be a woman’ It didn’t sound very genuine to the trans people on the server), people making up all sorts of triggers to make fun of people who have triggers, a person pretending to be a kin, and people, who were trying to spread paedophilic messages with spreading the news that ‘age is just a number’.
And in case people still believe it was an accident:
They deliberately threaten people and plan to hurt them, while making fun of their triggers.
I’m truly lost for words…
For everyone who didn’t know: It is not your place to judge triggers and for the love of God, please don’t make fun of them.
You don’t know the history behind them. It’s good if you have none yourself, it really is, but it shouldn’t make you blind to another person’s suffering.
And you certainly shouldn’t encourage other people to “hunt” people with triggers “down” and “go to war” against them.
Also the owner of server is openly hostility against lgbtq + people - especially trans people - , PoC and antisemitic jokes are the norm there.
They too use nationalist-socialist symbols as emojis in their servers, so people who are triggered by such symbols should be careful.
“Jew Alert”
Blaming one group for the action of singular people should us remind too much of darker parts in history.
I know people with the same experience, that doesnt mean they should actively seek out ot destroy the mental health of all trans people, because one of them hurt them.
Let the submitted texts speak for themselves.
And just in case if anybody believes those are fake:
As soon as Satan saw them, he pmed another person:
Those screenshots are real. They are not fake, like he claims they are and he admits that making fun of trigger and trans people was part of his “troll introductions”.
And just in case anybody is wondering if there are truly toxic trolls on this server?
This is a submission I got:
When the original is:
Im sorry.
What they did should speak for itself, but don't try to add lies here. Lies that are obviously having their origin in the server itself.
If you still believe the attacks on this blog didn't come from the server:
This is what Artillery posted as soon as he found this post.
After this the attacks started [as you can see here], so don't tell me your server is not responsible and keep your NSFW implications out of a server with minors and away from this blog!
Also you being an immigrant has nothing to do with the fact, that your server is not safe for minors, lgtbq+ people - especially transpeople - people with trauma and poc.
Even if you claims are real - your and your friends prejudices against the other groups remain.
Satan apologised openly and promised to take better care of people mental health.
The emojis however will remain, though we have been told they have specific channels for offensive jokes.
“In our discussions with the tumblr group, we realized that the situation was far more complicated than we realized. There is a a third party, not associated with us or the tumblr group, who is deliberately spreading false information with the presumed agenda of causing drama and conflict between us. With this in mind, we've agreed the best course of action is to mutually end the escalation of conflict and apologize for what occured. Following that, I want to again make clear that nobody should be going after the tumblr group, their discord server, or anywhere other online spaces. We don't know where the tumblr trolls came from, but we do not support them. Their statements were racist, antisemitic, and violent. What we did in their server was wrong and a mistake.
I want to personally apologize to a few specific people for what happened. Their server got raided, and during all of it we did not take their mental health into account, causing a lot of people to have panic attacks. Their triggers were invalidated, and people were manipulated. There were also a lot of innapropriate and offensive statements involved. While many things happened without my knowledge, it spiraled out of control because of the initial server raid, and I want to offer my sincerest apologies for that, and for everything else.”
Update:
He lied. He doesn’t regret anything.
Do you remember how he claimed he never ordered an attack on anybody?
Yes.... that was a lie.
He did plan to attack, though one member - the one they would later throw out of the admin team stopped him from attacking more people.
It should have given us red flags they would ban the only member from the team who was actively against the bullying.
And as we see here they did attack the second time as soon as the opportunity arouse when Artillery were sending people after us after saying we should suck his d*.
So he didnt learn a thing. Please survivors stay save.
153 notes
·
View notes
Text
Boston Katie's Top Ten
My friends Ash and Katie and I decided to share our favorite fan fictions.
In which I host my friend @BKatie617 on my blog. I LOVE Katie's choices and funny enough, none of ours overlap, even though her picks are phenomenal. We *do* have a talented fandom.
If you want to read my list: it's here: Rosann's Faves and if you want to read Ash's faves, they are here.
Take it away, Katie!
***
Top 10 Fics of 2021, Or: The Year I Gave In To My Favorite New Obsession
Hello, I’m Katie - or, as some of you know me from the Twitter timeline, BostonKatie617. I’m a 40ish Larrie who has been a casual fan of 1D since their first album, became a Larrie to bond with my daughter, fell down the rabbit hole 2019ish (pre-pandemic), but then became part of the Larrie FBI to keep myself sane during the suckfest that was 2020. I fell into stan-Twitter to find a concert buddy for HSLOT, and somehow that lifechanging decision got me here: happily ensconced at my desk with a fresh mug of coffee, telling you about the story of how sSome of my moots and I were trading fic recommendations, which turned somehow in an insert-funny-story-here kind of way into all of us writing up our ten favorite fics.
Because I’m rather new to this wonderfully addictive world of fic consumptions (truly, only falling into it in the fall of 2021), I decided to shape my write-up in a countdown sort style. I drew the cut-off at the stroke of midnight, 2021 (sorry Green Room, I finished you in the wee hours of brand new 2022, so you’ll have to wait until next year’s party to claim your medal). Expect to see some big names and few surprises: Sorry - I’m new to this! Take advantage of the flip side and throw recommendations of what else I should read. I keep a running tally on a spreadsheet and there are big names already in contention for 2022, but I’m curious to see if anyone can topple ‘em. Maybe I should sort out a prize. Hmm…
But that’s next year’s countdown. I still have to reveal my winners for the Top 10 Fics of 2021! Here we go…
10. Got the Sunshine on my Shoulders, by Hattalove.
This fic was a bit different for me. It’s adult-Larry who are adult-aged (I can do that easily), is a tweaked-up version of their reality (only Harry’s the music star, okay fine), but Harry and Lou are separated, and Harry’s trying to get married to a new partner - yeah, that’s where the record dramatically scratches to a stop for me, too. Harry returns to Holmes Chapel to get Lou to sign the divorce papers, and through well-orchestrated plot devices, he and Lou fall back together. It’s a cute story, a nice way to re-integrate familiar faces and names without shoehorning every name we’ve ever heard into the story (pet peeve alert). I was pulling for everything to work out (oBviOuSlY), and the resolution was different and cute enough that the story felt complete in a Wow-that-was-a-big-meal-but-I-don’t-feel-overfull kind of way. Not the end-all be-all (I can’t remember all the details of the other lads, but I remember I enjoyed them enough at the time), but I know I would enjoy re-reading it.
9. To the Ends of the Earth, by mak.
It’s 2015. 2016? 2015. Eh - the infamous 18-month-break has begun. It’s not AU, a genre I enjoy if they know what they’re doing. The departure sets the scene: Lou and Harry have broken up (or taken a break, depending how you look at it). Harry has disappeared off the face of the earth. Niall tricks Lou into going with him to visit Harry in Idaho, where he’s hiding out to get away from it all and recover. Only: surprise! Niall “can’t make it.” Lou stubbornly sticks it out, and we see how he and H repair their broken hearts. I do enjoy a story with tension over how they get together (never an “if” but a “how”). There’s a few cute Original Characters, but minor ones; this fic is all H and L. Wasn’t drawn out too long, didn’t resolve itself too quickly. An original setting and not too much smut-for-smut’s sake (don’t oppose it; I just like a reason for it). It’s cute, if that can be said about heartbreak stories.
8. Unbelievers, by IsThatYouLarry.
I feel like I’m going to get flak for putting this so low on my Top Ten. This was only the third fic I’d read, and the first one that was smutty-smutty. Like SMUTTY. Also, the first one with an enemies-to-lovers plot, and while it works incredibly well (I just re-read and liked it immensely still), it bothered me that you start en medias res, never an explanation for how these enemies were screwing in the locker room. It’s a Lou-POV story (90% of the fics I’ve read are, for some reason), though I’ve heard the author is working on Harry’s POV right now. This is THE Soccer Story, for Larry fic readers, for good reason. The characters are strong, the smut isn’t gratuitous, nobody’s dead (though Harry’s fam are all assholes, which was kinda hard, poor Anne!). Extremely well executed. I’ve concluded after my re-read that the only reason this is so low on my Top 10 is because I like the other stories more.
7. Dreaming of You, by VelvetOscar.
I don’t hear a lot about this fic. It doesn’t get mentioned often when talking about Top 10 lists, and I don’t hear it rec’ed that often. It’s short(er); not smutty; no real cliffhangers or pining. What it does have: young adult OT5 members working at Starbucks, and Harry becomes their favorite customer. It’s different (although I read two Starbucks stories back-to-back and sometimes they bleed together); I enjoyed the way the OT5 members were written as true to themselves, but in a very different setting. I wanted the story to go on and on. Everything seemed believable and how our boys would really react in the story; VelvetOscar is an incredible author talented at AUs. I was genuinely mad I couldn’t jump into the story and that this AU was…well..an alternate reality. That’s why it’s this high on the list. Now I want to go back and re-read!
6. Young & Beautiful, by VelvetOscar.
Yeah. Y&B. A pretty big litmus test of where people fall on so many things. This was the fourth fic I ever read and it OWNED ME. It was the first fic I read that was angsty. And when I say angsty, I mean, you with LOATHE characters, the author, and the rest of the world for 1) making them like this, 2) making the real people have to be in the situations they’re in, and 3) the rest of the world for making you have to do things other than just read the story. So: angsty. VERY angsty. Long. VERY long. Smutty. VERY smutty. And AU. VERY AU. In their author notes, VelvetOscar explained that they wrote Y&B because they wanted to see what would happen if they made characters totally different and free from constraints. I hated Harry for the first half of the fic. In fact, I think I hated the fic for the first half, but the writing was so good I was compelled to keep reading. It became an actual addiction. Things I loved: The writing; Niall’s character; Lou’s POV; the visuals; the intricate back-stories; the tension between hating the story but loving the writing/story. Things I didn’t: Harry is an asshole (at first) and I hate hating Harry; Liam is way too camp; everyone is FAR too rich; Poor, poor Harry and what he went through. Of note: The story was published way before Fine Line, but soooo many themes are here. I’m convinced it’s connected to the Falling MV, and Sunflower Vol. 6 (flowers and their meanings are an important part of Y&B). It’s an insane theory, but just watch. Also of note: when I finished the story, I just left the tab open for four days. I couldn’t close it and shut off my connection to the story. That’s good writing.
5. Walk that Mile, by PurpleDaisy.
Oooooh, this was my palette cleanser after Y&B! I didn’t realize I read so many of my favorites as my first fics, and then chased those feelings the rest of the year. This was just what I needed. It’s a start-as-strangers, Lou POV, AU type fic that has young adult Lou about to start law school going on a road trip with graduate student photography-obsessed Harry. Niall’s friends with both (all hail captain of the ship!) and vouches for them. So it’s not quite strangers, not quite enemies-to-lovers, but a beautiful love story that stays mostly true to who we know H and L to be. I’ve read it three or four times, every time I need something fluffy-but-not-too-fluffy to clean out any bad tastes, and it’s held up every time I’ve read it. Not too short, not too long, smut isn’t too smutty (but still there), they don’t get together too quickly, and the required misunderstanding isn’t too fabricated. It’s the Mary Poppins of Larry Fics: Practically perfect in every way.
4. Escapade, by Dolce_Piccante.
HA! I have a funny story. Everyone (or nearly everyone) in the fandom knows Jack McQueen. I’d been reading quotes about Jack McQueen, seen memes about Jack McQueen, told jokes about Jack McQueen - he’s like the 6th member (sorry Shawn). So I finally start reading Escapade because I had said I needed fluff. I fully expect Jack McQueen to be a wonderful OC, and I go on and on about who I’m picturing as Jack while I read the opening chapters. I kept waiting for Harry to show up and vie for Lou’s heart! MOTHERFLUFFERS! Yeah, so that was funny. Details: it’s a Lou POV, AU, where Lou is a 20-something virtuoso at Closing The Deal, and is made to go on a month-long destination wedding (Niall and Zayn? NOPE. Took me out of the story every time.) with all their family. Tired of dealing with questions about settling down, he hires Jack to be his significant other. It gets smutty, but it fits the plot tastefully, and hey, it turns into a love story. The OCs are so well written that I miss them like they were real. I wasn’t crazy about how much they changed Niall’s character, and Ziall is too distracting. The rest of it needs to be made into a movie. Immediately. Absolutely holds up to several re-reads, and is well deserving of the most iconic golfing meme of all time!
3. California Sold, by IsThatYouLarry.
This might be the most surprising entry on my list, especially that it’s placed so high. I read this fic very early on. It’s quasi-reality: Lou isn’t in 1D, but the rest of it stays mostly true. Lou is Harry’s childhood absolute-best-friend. It’s a Lou-POV, and there’s smut but not very much and not til late. Lou’s demi (closer to ace on the spectrum; he needs to feel an emotional attachment) and he fills the role of Harry’s beard for a limited time until Harry can come out. Or that’s the plan. It’s executed extremely well, I love friends-to-lovers stories, and I like the tension of when-will-it-happen in L&H beard stories (as much as I hate the need for such stunts; it feels hypocritical writing that I enjoy the trope, jesus what’s wrong with me). Maybe that’s part of my attraction. It’s a cute story that lets Lou and Harry be there for each other in every way possible in a world that does everything but let that be true out loud. It holds up for me in re-reads, but I know this story won’t place as high for everyone else.
2. Relief Next to Me, by Dolce_Piccante.
Ohhhh. I’m re-reading this (third time) now. It’s VERY smutty. It’s Lou POV. The OT5 are there, and some other friends too. Lou and Harry are strangers in a just-sex-partners who fall in love. Lou is an advert bigwig; Harry is a baker turned pastry chef; it’s a Ziam story and Liam (Zayn?) is Lou’s roomie. Niall fits in somewhere - works with Lou or maybe is Harry’s roomie (stories bleed together). It’s a lovely love story that’s compulsively readable. Seriously my go-to when things seem wrong, because this one gets it so, so right.
1. Tired, Tired Sea, by MediaWhore.
Absolutely no one is surprised to see this here. How lucky am I that Tired, Tired Sea was my very first fic?! If you’re still unfamiliar, think Adore You MV come to life, except without the magic powers. It’s a Lou POV, with zero smut (though some is implied). I don’t like that Harry’s a recovering alcoholic, don’t mind the strangers-turned-lovers trope (though it takes them long enough), and hate the light angst at the end. It’s necessary to complete the beautiful, beautiful arc that is second only to the love story of the ages that Harry and Louis are actually living. TTS is absolutely worthy of its legendary status and is required reading for any Larrie.
That’s it! That’s my Top Ten. I’m already well on my way to filing up slots for my Top Ten of 2022. Come visit me on Twitter (@BKatie617) or Instagram (@BostonKatie_617). Tell me (respectively, please) what I got wrong and what I’ve missed. It’s possible I just hadn’t gotten to it in time and is already on the list for 2022. Must have for fics: must be Larry-centric (although that’s an elastic term); must be a completed fic (I’ve only broken this rule for one fic and one fic only!); I don’t do ABO (yet); time-travel freaks me out; I don’t do paranormal type stuff. And no defaming the Muppets. No, I haven’t encountered a fic that’s broken this rule; it’s just a general life rule. A good one.
Thanks for reading! Hope to see you around! Long live Larry, and please Lord God or whoever’s listening: Let them love out loud! xx
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! Do you remember "Dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend" blog from anonymous? Can I request for Akaashi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tsukishima of how will they react to their s/o? Thank you! I really really really love that blog! It really reminds me of me of being sassy 😂. Anyways, sorry for bothering you *bows*
Author’s note: UGH Im so sorry this took me so long to get out! I only did Kageyama and Akaashi cause I wanted a bit of a contrast hope that’s okay! Also, I wanna point out that there’s nothing wrong with defending yourself, even if things do get violent. I don’t condone violence I’m just saying to protect yourself in the best way possible!
Here’s the first part!
Akaashi and Kageyama with a Hotheaded Girlfriend
-Akaashi-
Akaashi knows how angry you get so he always does his best to try and make sure everything goes smoothly to avoid any casualties
BUT Akaashi can’t control every little thing and he realizes this fairly early in your relationship
I’m a full believer that Bokuto loves raves and clubbing and because of this, he usually drags you and Akaashi along
One night you three and a couple of other Fukurodani members are out clubbing and immediately, Akaashi surveys the room: where are the exits? Where’s the bathroom? Which group looks like trouble? Where did his girlfriend and best friend go???
He spots a group of girls near the bar that are a part of a bachelorette party who are a bit rowdy but he kinda brushes them off cause there’s nothing threatening about six girls wearing cheap wedding veils
You guys get your own private table in the corner ( bless Konoha and his connections) and after an hour or two of drinking and dancing, you take the initiative to go buy the next round of drinks cause that’s just club etiquette and you’re lowkey ballin
Let’s get it miss independent !!!! 😤 😤 😤
Akaashi offers to go with you but you tell him to watch Bokuto cause he might bust his head from dancing on the table
Once you make it to the bar, you decide just to order a pretty expensive bottle for the table because you’re not confident in your ability to carry six shots back without spilling it everywhere
You pay for the bottle and start making your way back to the table when you see the bridal party from earlier hanging out at your table. You see two girls laughing side by side with Bokuto (ok my dude get some) BUT THEN you search for Akaashi and sure enough, you see him visibly uncomfortable as the ‘soon to be bride’ tries sitting in your mans lap.
Akaashi looks up and he’s conflicted cause he wants your help to get this drunk girl off of him but he also knows you’re crazy and you might kill her in the process
“ Your hair looks so sexy pushed back! Has anyone ever told you that before?”
“ Please go away, my girlfriend is coming and she won’t be happy-”
“ Aw girlfriend? No fair why are the cute ones always taken?”
“ Aren’t you getting married?”
You’re gripping the bottle so tight in your hands and Akaashi can see it in your eyes that you are soooo close to hitting this bitch over the head with the bottle
He already knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s pleading with you not to just with his eyes
Would you kill a girl over sitting in your mans lap? Yeah probably I mean you were fucking crazy
BUT since you could see how serious Akaashi was, you loosened your grip on the bottle and placed it on the table. Before the bride could even look over, you had already lightly nudged pushed her off of Akaashi’s lap and sat down on your boyfriend as if to claim him
“ What is your problem, you didn’t have to push me!” The bride whined as she got off the floor but you kept your glare on her
Akaashi squeezed your thigh to try and calm you down but maybe it was because of the alcohol so you just clenched your fists even tighter
“ You’re lucky all I did was push you. I can’t believe you’re about to get married and you’re trying to straddle my fucking boyfriend!”
Akaashi can feel how tense you are so he sits you on the inside of the booth so he can be in the middle between the girl and you. At this point, you’re sitting next to Bokuto and he’s laughing nervously cause he’s never seen you act like this before but he’s a ride or die so hes automatically team Y/N
“ Are you threatening me?”
“ Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?”
“ Y/N stop-”
“ Yeah, listen to your boyfriend bitch.”
“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!”
Before you can lunge over the table, Akaashi keeps his arm out and blocks you from doing so. He turns to the girl and bows his head, trying not to let his own anger consume him,” I think you should leave.”
“ And what if I don’t want to?” The soon to be bride pokes bitterly as she attempts to wrap her arm around Akaashi’s shoulders,” what is your girlfriend gonna do, hit me?”
She’s right, you can’t launch yourself across the table and your arm doesn’t have the reach but you had alternatives. You grabbed a half-drunken glass of some brown rum and you flung the alcohol into the girls face
Everyone at the table was SHOCKED, lowkey including you cause you didn’t even mean to throw the drink in her face it just happened YOU SWEAR it was just an instinct
Who could blame you I mean you were so mad plus you had been watching so many compilations of “ Best Housewives Fights from Bravo” that it was the first thing you could think of
Akaashi, bless him and his brilliant mind, immediately blocked your body with his because the soon to be bride tries climbing into the booth to beat you up and Bokuto also has a protective grip on your wrist to stop you from killing her
LUCKILY before you could spill any blood, security comes and forces the girl to leave your table
At first, you thought Akaashi was mad at you so you kind of pout and tell him how sorry you were but Akaashi doesn’t even care he just makes sure you’re okay
In his head, he knows maybe you were in the wrong for pushing the girl but he would never admit it outloud cause he values his life
My heart swoons for this man
Bokuto on the other hand is slapping your back and shaking your shoulders going,” Holy crap Y/N that was AWESOME!!!”
-Kageyama-
You and Kageyama had only recently started dating so he probably doesn’t have any idea how mad you could get. He’s seen a few times where you’ve gotten upset over school or your family problems but he still didn’t think too much about it
Who was he to be put off at having an easily angered s/o when he was balancing between his own emotions?
Anyway! You were one of Karasuno’s managers and you and Kiyoko got SO CLOSE! The job was super easy and it meant you could spend more time with your boyfriend so win-win!
The only part that was ever hard for you was other guys constantly hitting on you and Kiyoko like damn okay you both were hot as hell but at least treat girls with respect?
You didn’t mind guys telling you that you both were pretty caused duh you two already knew that but most of them were SOOO disgusting and you never let it slide
Before one of Karasuno’s games, you were on the sidelines with Kiyoko chatting about the next match when you could hear some of the guys from the other team trying to get your attention
“ Damn, Karasuno girls really are as fine as they say, they look soooo good.”
“ God, the things I would do if I was alone with them.”
“ I know you two can hear us, turn around so we can see what we’re working with.”
You just kept your eyes locked onto your clipboard because you didn’t want Kageyama to see how fucking crazy you could get but JESUS it was so hard when these two guys were harassing you
“ Kiyoko, I will fucking lose my mind if they come over here. I think I’m going to snap someone’s neck,” You said through gritted teeth as you watched your boyfriend warm up.
“Maybe you should go cool off in the bathroom before the game starts. I’ll let Kageyama-Kun know what’s going on and I’ll meet you in the hallway,” Kiyoko suggested as you gave her prayer hands cause she really do be a queen
You took your clipboard with you as if it was a weapon and stomped out to the bathroom cause you knew if you stayed in that gym any longer, you would cause a scene
You rinsed your face in the bathroom and you took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down
Your friends and family always told you that you needed to get your anger under control and now that you were dating, the last thing you needed was to scare Kageyama off
When you started to head out towards the gym, you felt in the air that something was off like spidey senses but instead, it’s like a creep radar was sounding off in your head
That’s when you saw Kiyoko and one of the guys from earlier cornering her against a wall
You can see that Kiyoko was visibly uncomfortable and you were just about to push your limit
“ I said to leave me alone. I’m waiting for a friend.”
“ Oh, you mean the other manager? I’m telling you, we would treat you like absolute queens at our school-”
“ Hey dude, back the hell off!” You shoved the guy to the side pretty hard to the point where he stumbled back a few good feet,” fucking creep.”
This dude, this mf has the audacity to POST UP TO YOU! You’re not even intimidated by him even though he’s easily half a foot taller than you
Like he’s in your face cause now he’s pissed that this girl actually managed to shove him pretty hard
“ Lay your hands on me again and see what happens.”
“ Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, go on and try to hit me I fucking dare you!”
Kiyoko is like nuh uh not on my watch and while im pretty sure kiyoko can throw fucking hands, she ran to go get Kageyama like “ go get ur girl”
This alerts pretty much the whole team even though they’re supposed to be warming up, they go with Kageyama cause if the boys hear your name and that you need help, they get hella protective
Kageyama slides over to the hallway and sees this dude yelling in your face and he sees red when the guy lays a hand on your shoulder
Before Kageyama can even make it over to you, you smash your clipboard over the guys head so hard, he hits the floor
BUT BRUH once he hits the floor you don’t! Stop! hitting ! him!
Like that clipboard is the perfect weapon oml
“ Don’t! Ever! Touch! Me!” You literally bash him after every word and this dude can’t even fight back like I personally dont feel bad but ummmmm you might commit murder
Kageyama rushes over to you and grabs you so you can stop and he’s trying to calm you down but once the word “bitch” slips out of the guys mouth, Kageyama grabs him by the jersey and is shaking him like a ragdoll
“ Watch your goddamn mouth before I put my fist through it!”
And you’re still heated so you want to basically jump this dude with your boyfriend cause romance ya know but Suga is holding you back ( he highkey struggling)
And now Noya and Tanaka are trying to hold Kageyama back because while they definitely would’ve reacted the same way, they don’t want Kageyama to go overboard
“ What did you just say? Go on and say it again-”
“ Kageyama please!”
“ You’re lucky I’m getting held back-”
“ Y/N! Enough!”
Just two lovebirds threatening a dudes life I love it
Things get resolved pretty quickly thanks to daddy daichi calming everyone down and now it’s time for the match to start
Suga lets go of you when Kageyama walks over and the first thing he does is hug you tightly. He practically squeezes the life out of you like this experience really showed how protective he was
He even admits that while he’s glad you can handle yourself, you shouldn't have to stand up to people alone and 100% doesn’t think you overreacted at all especially when Kiyoko thanks you for sticking up for her
He’s a bit intimidated by how you acted only because he had never saw you that mad before but he doesn’t blame you for how you handled it
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu headcanon#haikyuu!! heacanon#haikyuu hc#haikyuu!! hc#akaashi#akaashi x reader#akaashi headcanon#akaashi hc#akaashi scenario#akaashi imagine#fukurodani#fukurodani headcanon#fukurodani hc#fukurodani x reader#fukurodani imagine#fukurodani scenario#keiji akaashi#keiji akaashi x reader#keiji akaashi headcanon#keiji akaashi hc#kageyama#kageyama x reader#kageyama headcanon#kageyama hc#kageyama scenario#kageyama imagine
448 notes
·
View notes
Text
First of all if you haven’t been reading @lizzybeth1986 ‘s newest series, what are you doing?? Secondly, I went overboard in my commentary and notes (oops) so all of this is in direct response of the essay: China, Cordonia and "Home".
This is just a copy/paste live-blog of what I feverishly typed in an attempt not to forget what I wanted to say after I finished reading. Spoiler alert, I had TOO MUCH TO SAY 😭
<<read more in place for your scrolling ease>>
Probs not intentional but it really feels like the writers set Hana up to fail, my Godddds
In every other place where Hana could have mentioned where she came from, they made her use terms like "home" or "where I come from". An example of this is the conversation at the ruins in Ch. 13, where Hana can say, "I've visited ruins around where I'm from, and they're just as beautiful as these".
I always thought there was a plot reason they never gave a specific origin of country for Hana way back when, but it never crossed my mind that the writers just didn’t know themselves 😑
Keeping that in mind, let's look at how Shanghai itself is written. Unlike Italy and NY which got 3 chapters each, Shanghai had only 2. But it's still possible that in those 2 chapters we'd have plenty of background material about Hana, right? Right??
obviously can’t speak for the current employee demographics at Pixelberry as it’s been since 2018(??) since I kept close and excited tabs on the writers, and said writers have been laid off or quit, but I believe at the time of TRR 1-2, there was a sizable amount of writers who identified as Asian and so it boggles my mind that when it comes to some of their Asian characters—hell, Asian love interests!!—that they wouldn’t put in the extra research and care to give these plots and characters more depth and substance. Like hello??? BIPOC representation still needs work but you’re a whole ass game company who prides yourself in your diversity and inclusivity and you couldn’t create that needed representation?? HelfreakinLO??
Gonna keep jabbering to myself because I’m thinking and reading and the MC design they picked to be on the cover of the TRR books is the East Asian design so obviously they’d cared enough for visibility reasons for that but still…
<<a new line of thought>>
In reference to the Shanghai cuisine section, this is a gross simplification of what Lizzy carefully explained (brain go burrr) but all I could think was “dang, Hana has some disrespectful AF friends?!?” Like I don’t care for cannon Drake and MC has slowly appeared on my would-like-to-kick list, but the sloppily written narrative makes me laugh and wonder how Hana doesn’t go ape shit around this group of so called friends. Because wow.
Tea Service (free): China is known for its tea culture and esp its tea houses, that are often hubs for political and cultural discussions.
any and all links in this meta series I have clicked and interacted with but I just wanted to note this section because gong fu cha is a new-to-me concept and I want to know more so YAY LEARNING
Shanghai should have been treated differently. This was Hana's home. This was the place she likely spent all of her childhood and most of her young adult life growing up in. What we should have been seeing was her house, her childhood haunts, places that made her feel safe and happy. Folk tales she grew up on, local traditions she may have participated in (I mean, isn't this stop at the tour during the time of a festival?). And if for some nonsensical reason the writers wanted to alienate her from her own city, don't brush that aside like it means nothing
tell me you can’t write your female LI without telling me you can’t write your female LI 🤷🏾♀️
<<not sure what this was in direct reference too but I’d like to note that a few minutes after fuming to myself and reading some more, this exact note was addressed in the essay ASGSGDHD>>
Asian culture is not a monolith like wyd???
This is hardly the only indication of Hana having her Chinese heritage erased. In TRH, almost no mentions are made of her home city or home country. In Book 1 there is a heavy focus, again, on the European-influenced skills she grew up learning like horseriding and dainty tea parties.
it’s the missed opportunities at every turn for me. TRR’s popularity aside from everyone’s favorite trope (mine too) of commoner x royalty, this series could have been a force to be reckoned with and instead we have retconning and repeated character assignations and plot holes galore and the centering of men and white (female) fragility that serves no purpose except maybe to appease the reader fanbase, and it’s all such a waste and I hate it here 😭
For a person whose story was not only about self-discovery but also finding a sense of belonging, not meeting that need in her "single" playthrough is an awful reminder that nothing in Hana's story is written with her in mind.
funny how we have like a8 billion whole books spanning the TRR universe with PLENTY of opportunities to explore and expand upon Hana as a person and not an afterthought and it’s been squandered. Go on PB, give us nothing 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
A possible argument for the latter situation at least...is that the team may not have known enough about China or Shanghai, and may have been reluctant to step on the toes of people who did. In which case, why choose a country you don't know, and don't want to do proper research for? Because calling a city that's capable of moving entire buildings with the help of robot walkers, isn't one that anybody in their right mind would call "ancient".
nothing to add, just wanna scream YES in solidarity because these were my thoughts. Like…yeah, I have nothing to add. This speaks for itself.
#hana lee: a study in erasure#talking that ish#I’m sorry but tag space was limited#I had to mosey over to a whole entire post LOL#ENJOY PEOPLE 😭
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oct Vella Hop~
I’m such a fan of serial fiction, and while Vella is new, it’s launch is being very kind to the authors who are trying out it. You always get the first free chapters of anything for free, and currently amazon is giving readers even more freebies and paying the authors for those freebies. So now is a great time to try out Vella from your kindle app or on desktop.
Here’s Oct’s Monthly Round Up!
Building Your Readership
Genre: Non Fiction
The hardest part about promoting a book is finding your readers. Inside this book I share 10 ways to start building your readership. Each episode gives you tips and action steps you can implement after each episode.
From The Author: Hello I’m LaShaunda Hoffman. I’ve promoted books for 20+ years. I started an online magazine – Shades Of Romance and it taught me how to build a readership. I’m currently working on my first women’s fiction book. I’ve been enjoying this journey on Kindle Vella. - http://lashaundahoffman.com
Beneath Gehenna
Genre: Dystopian Steampunk SciFi
After an alert goes out to the paying members of the disaster bunker known as New Eden, residents find themselves trapped between two vastly different worlds: one that preys on trauma and one that creates it. Now, a newly wealthy yet troubled man and his new friends must find a way to live with the Hell they bought or return to the Hell which remains.
From The Author: Benjamin ran with scissors when he was five. He now writes, paints, uses sharp woodworking tools and plays with glue. Sometimes he does these things at the same time. You can read more at https://www.bxwretlind.com where he writes blog articles focused (mostly) on writing.
Bounty: Wanted Dead or Alive
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Slow Burn Romance
A fast pace, Urban Fantasy tale with slow burn romance. Suggested age for reading is 18-up.
I never thought I'd be running the family business alone, but a freak hunting accident left Fenris, my Direwolf companion and me half-dead. Luckily, we pulled through, but my dad he didn't make it. Now I am searching for the people responsible for his death while digging up the pieces of secrets he kept.
From the author: Adalynd Grayves is the name and writing darker fiction is my game. When writing my stories, I like to take a pinch of monster, a dash of myth, and add a sprinkle of fairytales into the mix. I’ve been in anthologies in the past, but I’m currently working on publishing my first novel releasing in 2022 ( official date TBA) and I have my Kindle Vella serial out and ready to read now. You can find all my links here: https://linktr.ee/AdalyndGrayves
Elven Heartbound By Elizabeth Ash
Genre : Romantic Fantasy
Born of elven magic. Bound to an elven prince.
All her life, Arisanna has been destined to wed the son of the elf king, and now the elves have come to collect. Nothing, however, goes as expected when the elves arrive to claim her. Despite their misunderstandings, Arisanna agrees to wed the aloof elf prince with whom she's been heartbound since before her birth.
Is the prince as hard as he seems? Or is there more to him than meets the eye?
About The Author: I live in the middle of the woods of the Pacific Northwest, where I keep a wary eye out for sasquatch. So far, he hasn’t revealed himself, but the trees around me are the inspiration for many of the forest scenes in my stories. https://www.facebook.com/ElizabethAshBooks
Forsaken Beauty and the Etherbeast by Kelsey Josephson
Genre: Sci-fi/Fantasy
A bookish strongwoman longs for freedom. A beast searches for a cure. Together, they'll break man-made curses.
After her own father sells her to the unscrupulous Ringmaster, Belle thinks she'll spend the rest of her days performing cheap stunts while the Nuzaran masses gawk at her ether-poisoned body. A chance encounter with a beast by her solitary campfire changes everything. Can they find liberation or will the past consume them both?
About The Author: I have a deep love for Universal Monster movies, all things related to Nikola Tesla, and iced coffee. The first two things fuel my creativity and the latter keeps me motivated! You can check my other works on my website: https://simplykelseyjo.com/
Fight or Flight: A Cinderella Tale of Court Intrigue
Genre: Fantasy
Who doesn't love a Cinderella story? However, the stories never tell of what happens after the Prince finds his Bride and Cinderella finds her 'Happily Ever After'. What should be a happily ever after for Alyssa quickly becomes a game of survival as she tries to navigate a hostile court and those who are eyeing her position next to the prince.
Will she manage to win the game or will the strike of midnight only declare the beginning of her doom?
Author The Author: In addition to writing Urban Fantasy, one of the things I love to do is write fanfiction. You can check it all out here on my blog in addition to my original works. - https://theseekerfiles.wordpress.com/
Death Date
Genre: YA Dystopian
People tell you to live life to the fullest. Take your time. Don't make rash decisions. I should have listened. Maybe it would have made a difference. Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday. A day that's supposed to be special. Eighteen years old means adulthood. Life is just starting. That's how it used to be, years ago. Before our new society formed. Instead, I face uncertainty. My past sways the outcome. On this birthday, I will receive the most important gift. The gift of the date I will die.
About The Author: In addition to writing YA Dystopian, I also write YA Fantasy. You can check out more about my projects on Facebook at authorbysimpson and on Instagram.
Not Your Angel
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Two worlds, two wings, and one big problem ex...
With the return of her childhood ex-boyfriend, Silana and her family must stop pretending to play normal and embrace who they really are in order to save the world from a disastrous past love eager for new worshippers. The only problem is that Earth already believes in angels.
About The Authors: Some friendships never die. This co-written story is by two life-long friends! Follow one of the authors on instagram @RoseOverChaos to become bookish friends.
An Operator's Daughter
Genre: Coming of Age, Family and High School Drama, Romance
When jettisoned into dysfunctional family and new high school, 17-year-old Ashton must overcome severe anxiety and fight back against sexual harassment, while attempting to rebuild a relationship with her grieving Navy SEAL Veteran father. She questions whether or not history should repeat itself while seeking her own happiness when her own budding relationship with a Special Warfare Operator begins to parallel her parents' love-at-first story as told within the pages her mother's journals.
About The Author: Laurie Anne Brandon writes based upon her experiences as a military academic counselor, high school teacher, years of working television production and as an alpine ski instructor. She lives with her husband, three cats and golden retriever in suburban Western Washington.
Find her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/laurie.brandon.12
The 7th Whistleblower
Genre: Mystery/Suspense/YA
Claire, a journalism student at Brunston University has stumbled onto quite a few secrets about B.U.s alumnae. Outing the culprits might not only destroy the guilty, but take down the innocent as well. Travel with Claire Richardson as she navigates a sticky trail of clues that will ultimately force her to choose between what is good and what is evil.
About The Author: Every since I was a young girl I absolutely loved watching Mystery and Suspense movies with my mother. The art of a story unfolding to reveal the larger picture inspires me to create characters whose curiosity pushes them to find the truth. Visit my Link Tree for more info on current works @ https://linktr.ee/MHandy1
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Our Little Secret Part 7
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries / The Originals
Series: Our Little Secret
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 //
Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 (Final)
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 1,337
Summary: Y/N Gilbert tried to put Mystic Falls - it’s problems, and her whirlwind romance with Klaus Mikaelson - behind her after she graduated, but all it takes is one unusual phone call to bring her right back to where she started and into the path of her first love as she races to solve the mystery threatening the lives of everyone in her home town.
Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce // @april-14-blog // @akshi8278 // @keiko0 // @mylovehes // @your-new-mom
“Hello?” You answered, a pause as you waited somewhat impatiently for whoever had called you three times in the middle of the right to reply. The area code up it in Virginia, which, you realised with a feeling of slight dread, could only mean on thing.
“Hello?!” Grumbling and half asleep you were about to hang up when you heard a crackle from the other end, pausing as you listened.
The crackling turned to panting, someone was running, presumably through... leaves? Was that the noise? You weren’t sure, but you were sure that you were tired.
“Who is this?” You asked, turning on your bed side lamp and pushing yourself up into a sitting position, leaning against the head board and rubbing your eyes.
“Help-” A voice came from the other side of the line, making you freeze, not daring to move another inch as you tried to listen to what was going on. “He said you could help-”
“Who is this? Who told you that?” You practically demanded, suddenly wide awake. The voice didn’t sound familiar but they sounded young, female, a teenager maybe?
“My dad- your number- in an emergency-” the connection was awful, and the continuous movement on the other end didn’t help, parts not getting through as you strained your ears to listen to what they had to say.
“Can you tell me who you are?” You asked her. A lot of your friends from Mystic Falls had children now, but the only ones in their teens were Lizzie and Josie Saltzman, but this didn’t sound like them, though it had been a number of years. “Please, I need you to tell me who you are, where you are, and if you’re in danger.”
You were already tearing yourself out of bed at this point, putting the phone on speaker. “Hope, my name’s Hope- Mystic- Salvatore Sch- please-” And with a scream, the line went dead. You stopped where you were standing, breathing shallow, face pale in horror.
A second later, you’d forcefully shaken yourself out of it, there was no time to think. Ignoring the fact that it was 3 am, you threw open your closet, grabbing clothes for now and a suitcase to pack, multitasking getting dressed and packing for a trip.
It had been years since you last set foot in Mystic Falls, moving away for college and only going back for your twin sister Elena’s ‘funeral’, but that didn’t mean you didn’t keep in contact with everyone there, occasionally. Silas, Kai, Lillian Salvatore, the Sirens... Tyler, Enzo and Stefan...
A lot had happened, a lot of pain, a lot of loss, you’d only brought yourself to return to say goodbye to Elena, which thankfully hadn’t been permanent. You’d call her once you got to the airport, explain the phone call you’d received, as much as you could anyway.
Hope. You knew that name. It was the name of Klaus and Hailey’s daughter. If her dad had given her your number in case of emergencies... You didn’t know why he would have done, but nothing in this world meant more to Klaus than his family, especially his daughter you reckoned. So for him to give her your number, he must have put a lot of trust in you, or you were the absolute last resort.
You’d loved Klaus once, not that you’d ever told him that, your romance had been like a fantasy, and fantasies didn’t last, especially when your prince charming was threatening to kill your sister and your friends. No relationship was perfect, but you and Klaus had been doomed to fail from the start.
You were too different, different paths, different obligations... He’d always said that maybe one day, your paths would cross again, that it hadn’t been your time then but maybe it would be one day. Although you’d try to put it behind you, you still wore that shooting star necklace he’d given you, still thought of him when you looked up at the night sky.
You glanced out of your windows now, taking in the twinkling lights about. Hope Mikaelson was in danger, and she’d asked for your help. So your help was what she was going to get, however helpful a human with no special abilities could be anyway.
You were going home.
-
You touched down in Viriginia just as the sun was rising, casting beautiful colours across the sky as you made your way to the taxi Elena had arranged for you.
Elena had answered straight away; nothing screamed urgent like a mid night phone call from your distant, in multiple meanings, sister. You’d explained the situation on your way to your terminal, having booked the flight in the taxi over to the airport. She and Damon had been confused, to say the least, but they knew as much as you did.
They had Klaus’ number, you didn’t so they promised they’d be in touch with him, checking in with Alaric at the school too.
You spent the entire flight and taxi ride thinking it over again and again, replaying what had happened in your mind as you tried to figure out the why, all thoughts clearing from your mind only when you laid eyes on the welcome sign.
Mystic Falls. You were actually here again.
Checking your phone again you saw no new messages, from Elena or anyone else, which was odd. You’d expected someone to call you, anyone, but they hadn’t. They weren’t answering either, a feeling of pure dread filling you as the taxi reached the town square.
It was still early morning, but the lack of people set your nerves on edge.
“Huh, strange,” the taxi driver shivered, quickly taking your money and driving off as soon as you’d grabbed your belongings. You didn’t blame him, even by Mystic Falls standards, something was very wrong here.
Okay, slight change of plan. Your planned first stop had been the School, but now it was the weapons cache Alaric had at the Mystic Grill.
You moved quickly and carefully, on high alert just like Ric had taught you, an iron grip on your suitcase as you headed around the back of the building.
It didn’t take you long to grab a supply of weapons, slipping a knife into each boot, a gun and stake in your belt and a crossbow on your back as you wished you didn’t have a suitcase to slow you down. You’d have to stash it here for now, just until you figured out what was going on.
Grabbing only the bare essentials out of it and shoving them into a more portable bag, you made it back around the building just in time to catch sight of something out the corner of your eye.
Pausing and slowly turning you looked into the window of the Grill, catching sight of people at the tables. You only had time to feel relieved for a split second before fear set in, looking at the way they were slumped over in their seats, some with their faces in their food, some on the floor, trays scattered around like they’d been dropped. They looked like they were asleep... or... dead.
You felt your heart rate pick up as you swallowed, hard, not wanting to be anywhere near here when whatever did that came back.
A shadow passing in front of you alerted you of someone or something behind you, flipping your crossbow back around from it’s position on your back and into your hands in seconds as you whirled around. You could take the girl out of Mystic Falls, but apparently you couldn’t take the Mystic Falls out of the girl.
Your breath caught in your throat as you registered who was standing before you, that face, that smirk... he hadn’t changed a bit. “Klaus,” you gasped, lowering your weapon as you took him in.
“Hello love,” he grinned, clearly glad to see you although his eyes revealed his worry, “now, what the blood hell is going on here?”
#klaus mikaelson#the vampire diaries#the originals#legacies#klaus mikaelson x reader#klaus mikaelson imagine#the vampire diaries imagine#the originals imagine#legacies imagine#klaus mikaelson imagines#the vampire diaries imagines#the originals imagines#legacies imagines#our little secret
243 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello, I just found your blog and wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your writing! Honestly, I've spent the past few hours just scrolling and reading and honestly it was time well spent!!
I absolutely adored your fae!Harry story (I think it was called 'what's in a name') and the time travel one where Harry takes after Lily, if you were thinking of writing a part 2 for either I'd absolutely read them! 😊💞
(But also absolutely no pressure or anything like that, you write what makes you happy! 💗)
Hello! Thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m really glad you like those two they are some of my favorites. Sure I’ll write ya a part 2! This is for the time travel one where Harry takes after his mom more, I’m dubbing it “From Your Mother’s Side”. Enjoy!
James kept a closer eye on Harry as they “lead” him back to the Gryffindor’s tower after the welcoming feast. He found it rather interesting that this pretty redhead seems to know his way around the castle, and entered the Gryffindor common room like it was second nature.
He didn’t once falter in his steps, sure where he was and where he was going all the way up to the fifth year dorm. It was rather fascinating for someone who claimed to never been to Hogwarts.
Sirius and Remus were glad to show him about anyway but he was sure the two picked up on the same thing after allowing Harry to go and unpack not once leading the boy. The Mauraders are six years now and unfortunately for his two mates that means Harry will not be rooming with them.
Harry will have two roommates- the year following the marauders was a sad year for the house of Gryffindor- who are eager to take over the tour.
As a group they all relocated in their dorm, ignoring their other roommate Simon Minsky who did his best to stay as far away from their pranks as he could and piled on James’ bed. Peter charmed the curtains shut, Remus fluffed up the pillows to lean on, Sirius stretched out and took more space than he needed to and James provided the sweets.
Once James was sure everyone had either a sugar quill, chocolate frog, or Carmel caldron he spoke “So the new transfer....anyone thinks he’s a little off?”
“Very off,” Peter said around his quill.
“If by off you mean he looks like every wet dream come to life then yes” Sirius sighs fanning himself. “I’ll love to take that boy on my motorbike.”
“Sirius please your embarrassing yourself” Remus cut in without any real bite so James didn’t have to yell at him for it. “Yes he is pretty but even you know that something about the way he walks and talks is strange. Moon after him once we figure out-”
“Funny you should say moon, Moony” Sirius wags his eyebrows which prompted Remus to pick up a pillow and hit him in the face with. The dark hair boy laughs as he nearly falls off the bed but his strong grip on James keeps him right on the edge.
“Getting back to the point,” Peter says rolling his eyes which makes James crack a smile. “I don’t think he’s up to anything dangerous, the bloke doesn’t look like he could hurt a fly. If anything he looks rather delicate.”
“So does my Lilypad” James counters. “And we all know Lily Evans could kill us and then go paint her nails with our blood.”
“Looks can be deceiving. Take my cousin Bellatrix, for example, she seems like a proper lady to the public but I’m telling she suffers the worst case of Black Madness the likes which haven’t been seen in the last few generations” Sirius adds, shifting his body closer to the others. “He also didn’t seem like the cowering type. Humble and more reserve yeah, but not cowering.”
James nodded his head at that. “I think he is hiding something. Did anyone notice just...how much he seemed to recognize us? Or the way he reacted to being introduced to Longbottom?”
The seventh-year perfect stopped them earlier when they first entered the common room to greet and welcome Harry but the fifth year hadn’t reacted much to him until he learned Longbottom’s name.
For a moment Harry looked like he choked on his spit in shock and James bet his left shoe it wasn’t because Frank Longbottom was unfairly naturally built like a brick house.
“Maybe we can test him,” Remus suggests, making the others turn to their strategist with interest as the werewolf was the one usually behind the most successful pranks. The half-blood smiles at them innocently. “What if we give him a false sense of security with us, slowly condition him into revealing what he is hiding? We could also keep an eye on him with the map and see where he goes.”
“Why would we need to do that?”
“Because he’s sneaking out of his room,” Remus says pointing down at the Maurder’s map where Harry Hedwing’s foots steps were in fact moving away from the tower. The other blink surprise the werewolf activated the map so quickly without them the wiser but lean in to see where Harry is going.
They watch him make a full circle around the castle somehow barely dodging the patrolling perfectly until he seems to tried and goes towards the headmasters’ office. There he wanders around the room, pacing a few times stopping every few steps and James thinks he may be talking to the portraits if he is mentally recalling the room correctly.
Bizarrely, Harry then makes his way to the ground floor girl's bathroom the one Moaning Myrtle haunts and simply, disappears.
“What? Where did he go!?” Sirius gasps jumping up as the others also jerk in surprise. This never happen before, their map never lied and it always knew where anyone in Hogwarts was. No one had just disappeared from the parchment.
“M-maybe he did apparition?” Peter suggests.
“On Hogwarts ground?” Remus counters, climbing to his feet. “The wards wouldn’t allow it.”
“Well what do you think happened?” Sirius snaps also getting up. The werewolf gives him a sour look but they all know the Black tends to snap at anyone close by when nervous so he lets it go after throwing his hands in the air.
“Did..did he die?” James whispers because it’s the only explanation he can think of.
The other three twist to stare at him in horror, none of them liking the suggestion but none of them able to deny the high positivity. Peter hugs himself, Sirius goes pasty white and Remus’ already tense face tightens even more. They sit around not know what to say or do. Eventually, after who knows how long, James takes the initiative.
“We have to go get his body.” He holds up his hand to stop whatever the others are going to say while biting his lip. “Look, we can’t send a professor ahead of us without basically admitting we know where his body even though we didn’t see it and not make us look like murders. We have to give up the map to prove we didn’t do him in and you all know most of the charms in that parchment are illegal. We can’t have anyone from the government get a close eye on us, not with Moony. Leaving the bloke there until some unlucky girl finds the corpse is not right either. We have to go.”
Peter starts to shakes and Remus has to push his head between his knees to get his breathing back to normal. After much debate, it’s decided that James and Sirius would go to the bathroom to set up a prank and would “stumble” across the body.
Then they would come racing back to wake Remus so the perfect could alert the professors. Peter had been fed a sleeping draught since he couldn’t handle lying about such a thing and he needed an alibi should the professors come question him.
The two set out with paint balloons and heavy hearts, the map tucked safely in Sirius' pocket while they moved at a steady pace underneath the invisibility cloak. As they walked not one dared to say a thing, even though they desperately wish the silence was gone.
The darkness of the castle, with it’s sleeping portraits made the trip that much more eerie.
James half wanted to tell Sirius to go back because he knew his best friend wasn’t really in love with Harry Hedwig but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel something for the teenager they met earlier that night. Another selfish scared part of him didn’t want to be alone open the bathroom door.
James hated that part of himself.
They stopped in front of the door, removing the cloak to carefully roll up, and stood there for a few minutes. As if through, deep down they didn’t want to push open the wood and come face to face with the reality that waited for them.
Eventually, James sigh stepping forward and reaches for the knob-
Only to jerk back when the door moves on its own, Harry Hedwig’s startled green eyes boring into his, very much alive and very much covered in some kind of dark liquid, carrying something wrapped in his school robes.
“Oh! You surprised me!” The boy says, his red hair falling around in a wind blow mess. He looks like he just came out of a losing side of a fight, face bruised and gashes on his knees where the trousers have been ripped.
“What brings you out this late at night?” Harry asks casually acting like this was a common everyday encounter and not one of the strangest nights of James’ life.
“What brings us-what about you! What are you doing? Why are you covered in-is that blood!?” Sirius blurts and true enough the dark liquid James had noticed is in fact blood. He feels sick.
“I had stuff to do,” Harry says shrugging not looking like the delicate flower that he did at his sorting “That stuff put up a fight.”
“What?”
Harry studies them closely and James feels like he should take out his wand in order to defend himself but then he remembers he left it at the tower. He always had the bad habit of forgetting his wand, his mother once warn him it could one day kill him but James never thought she would be right.
Hopefully, Sirius wasn’t as forgetful because, with the map on them, their friends would never know what happen to the two if they do not make it out of this alive.
“Any of you good at skinning a snake?” Harry jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “You have a nasty pest in your pipes.”
James takes a chance to look over his shoulder and faints when he sees the giant basilisk head that is laying in a pool of blood with its body half leaning out of a giant hole leading from the sinks.
A second thump is heard later as Sirius like the loyal friend he is follows suit.
The next morning everyone is talking about Harry Hedwig not only finding the Chamber of Secrets, slaying the Slytherin monster with the help of the Gryffindor Sword but also being strong enough to carry both his new housemates to the school healer.
He’s only been on Hogwart grounds for a grand total of twelve hours before everyone knows how utterly insane the transfer student really is, pretty or not.
#Hpdabbles#Harry Potter#Time travel#Red Hair Harry#James Pov#From Your Mother's side#Part 2#Harry is not messing around#James is the mom friend#Misunderstandings#peacebull
68 notes
·
View notes
Text
tagged by @shmazarov, ty for the excuse to indulge in lj-style nostalgia blogging; rules: answer 30 questions and tag others
name/nickname: isabel
star sign: capricorn but i have four planets in sagittarius
height: 5′7
time: this is SO lj! 8:33 a.m,
birthday: jan 16
favorite bands: rly am more of a solo artists person! longtime fave bands are probably world/inferno friendship society (rip jack terricloth!) & the unlovables; currently really into the new pom pom squad album; charly bliss’s young enough is maybe my favorite album of the past five years
favorite solo artists: too many.... some forever faves are liz phair, britney, carly rae jepsen, bob dylan... melodrama shook up my shit; first two charli xcx albums back when she made songs that were songs; big 2k21 vibe is thanks iirc @tothevines for alerting me to baby queen who i hope gets big bc she rules; i feel like i can’t not say taylor swift even though almost the entirety of her catalogue i never listen to.
song stuck in your head: baby queen, “raw thoughts,” altho if you’re gonna check out just one it should be “want me”
last movie you watched: i think in the heights, which i loved
last show: god i don’t know. i’m currently very slowly watching arrested development for the first time ever. i think the last new to me show i finished was silicon valley which i watched start to finish like three times in a row, for Normal Reasons
when did you create this blog: sometime in 2014 bc i couldn’t shut up about bucky barnes and trauma metaphors, altho my now deleted perblog dated to like, summer 2008
what do you post: screaming
last thing googled: pulled calf muscle symptoms :[
other blogs: every day of my life i am resisting the urge to make an animorphs sideblog. also i have a tinyletter i use the way i used to use livejournal including the part where i use it like 1-3 times a year
do you get asks: sometimes and i am almost always delighted to receive them even though i am also terrible at answering them
why you chose your url: it is a riff on a lonely island awards show ditty cool guys don’t look at explosions
following: very few people bc in a previous life i had dashboard stress
followers: i’m so sorry
average hours of sleep: 6-7 :/ rly trying to settle into a regular 8 but it is tough for me both to stick to a regular bedtime and to sleep through the night
instruments: i took piano lessons as a kid but was terrible at it
what are you wearing: ancient hello kitty PJs
dream job: currently attempting to Pivot To Tutoring not so much bc it is my dream job as bc it is a job i can do less than full-time and without having a fucking Workplace, which are my actual job dreams. i do not like to have responsibility coworkers or a commute
dream trip: i’d like to go to spain as an adult
favorite food: favorite treat food is ice cream especially fancy ice cream. favorite actual food as measured by a balance of enjoyment and how much i fucking eat it is probably eggs. i eat a demented number of eggs
nationality: american
favorite song: my go-to answer to this for years has been alexz johnson’s chicago bc it is both a song i’m perennially obsessed with and a song no one on earth has ever heard of and like. still works
last book read: my big Pandemic Brain Effect is that it really knocked out books for me. i think the last book i finished was one of the ones i read when i was going through a books about the internet phase last summer, maybe sherry turkle’s alone together? currently working my way extremely slowly through four very different reads: jenny slate’s little weirds, which i borrowed from a friend and keep putting off bc i want to Savor it but am never in a Savoring mood; dean spade’s mutual aid which i failed to read for a mutual aid book club and then felt like i should keep going since i’d borrowed a copy; detransition, baby for gay discord literature book club; and cynthia voigt’s homecoming, a childhood favorite that absolutely holds up so far which i’m revisiting as part of enrichment for an eleven-year-old i’m tutoring.
top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: i feel like the whole thing about fictional universes is they exist partly to support like big plots with lots of drama and strain so are not very fun. or else it’s like an HP situation where it seems fun on paper but then you’re like wait memory charms are just GHB but legal and totally untraceable and unpreventable? i want to live in the new girl universe where a bartender and an early-career teacher can afford to live in that fucking loft
tagging: i have lost track of who has been tagged so. anyone inspired!
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
HellO!!
Wow okay so it has been 2 years (almost 3)?? I feel like Tumblr is a very different place now and 3 years a lot of time so if you’re wondering who the fuck this even is popping up on your timeline I FULLY understand SCROLL ON MY FRIEND
If you’d like to continue reading an extremely long and jumbled stream of consciousness, keep goin under the cut
I’ve been wanting to post an update like this for a while, but it’s been really hard for me to sit down and write something because of how disconnected I am at this point to the Haikyuu community, and how guilty I was feeling for just sort of..leaving abruptly? But I signed into my account recently and realized that after being inactive for years I was still getting the kindest, most warm hearted messages- not just about art, but people saying they missed me popping up on their feed, that wherever I was, they hoped I was doing well, or that I was happy, and folks just checking in and genuinely concerned and wondering if I was okay. I also realized that it was pretty uncool of me to just sort of peace out like that without an explanation, so I thought I owed you all at least that much.
*Things are about to get a little sad here (just a warning, in case you’re not feeling up for that)*
Basically, around the time I left, a very close childhood friend of mine passed away in a very tragic and unexpected accident. She was like a sister to me, someone who was always there and was always supposed to be there- we grew up together, shared so many first experiences side by side, and of course we annoyed the shit out of each other to no end. She was supposed to be there for my other firsts, but now I have to do them alone. Losing her broke me like nothing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. The pain was both terrifying and debilitating, and I had to take a break from EVERYTHING for a while. I went backpacking for a month in the woods with a couple of friends to get away, no service or anything, completely detached from everything and days of just walking, eating, sleeping, and being in nature. It was very healing. And I guess I never really came back.
This blog was a safe and happy escape for me, a place to just have some laughs and fun, and that’s what I wanted it to be for everyone else. My life on social media was always pretty separate from my real life (though y’all got a weird ol chunk of that in the tags), but this especially had no place on my account. I didn’t want to bring something so unpleasant and painful into my safe space, but that resulted me in completely abandoning this blog altogether since that loss is something I’m still learning to cope with.
I am finally feeling ready now so I’m here to say: I am okay!! I’m still picking myself back up, but I’ve come such a long way. I’ve been seeing a therapist for almost 2 years now who’s helped me deal with not only the grief of losing my friend but making sense of past traumas I’ve experienced and teaching me to learn how and why I’m feeling the things that I do. I’m still the same fucking weirdo with maybe a bit more emotional depth. I’m now a full-time freelance animator and illustrator, and currently thinking about making the jump into comics!! And you know what, I don’t think any of that would have happened had it not been for the wonderful experience I’ve had on here.
Concerning the future of this account and contents: I guess it goes without saying but Full Eyes Full Hearts is officially being discontinued- thank you for the love and support for this comic, even if it was short lived. I know how frustrating it is to become invested in a story only for it to be discontinued, so I am sorry for those of you who were so looking forward to it. But here is a big
*SPOILER ALERT*
They love each other. They always loved each other. WHAT A TWIST THAT IS HUH I BET YOU DID NOT SEE THAT ONE COMING??????
*END OF EXTREMELY HUGE SURPRISING SPOILER*
I have no current plans to return to this account, but as Justin Bieber once said, “never say never.” Who knows, maybe someday I’ll get back into haikyuu (I heard my BOYY came back in some of the latest chapters and if there is oikawa content to consume I WILL consume it), maybe I’ll join another fandom? Maybe this brief resurfacing will awaken the tumblr child inside of me. Even I don’t know. For now though, I’ll be doin my own thing, working on my own projects and maybe one day you’ll find my work again!
I’ll also be popping in and out in the next week or so in case anybody has any questions or comments or wants to talk, ANYTHING
The world is wild right now, so I also just want to send some love to everyone. Things are not always happy, and that’s okay. Something that my friend taught me that I hold dear to this day is that: it’s important to laugh, and play, and cry when you’re sad, and just enjoy all the bad and good the world has to offer you. Because feeling means that you're alive.
I cannot thank everyone enough for the love and support you’ve given for me and my art, my mutuals for being there to inspire me and teach me and push me to do more, honestly I would not be where I was today without any of that. I never took art seriously until I realized how much I enjoyed it on here. Maybe that sounds silly to some people that Tumblr Dot Com changed the course of my life, but it really did.
Thank you!!
#asks#replies#a whole big life update#did yall think i wouldnt have something#extremely weird to say here in the tags after an uncharacteristically serious message#wrong#i had a dream last night that my butthole disappeared#and i looked at my arm and realized i was growing a new butthole on my arm#and when I woke up I though for a solid 5 seconds i was actually growing a butthole on my arm#it was the most confusing and concerning 5 seconds of my life#happy to report there is no asshole growing from my arm
318 notes
·
View notes
Text
We Have A Jedi [9]
Fandom: Star Wars and Marvel
Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!Reader, Peter Parker x M!Stark Reader
Summary: (M/N) starts to realize what he can and can’t have.
A/N: Holy shit more writing in June?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? Sorry guys for being away, my mental health has been on the rocks but I’m dedicated to keeping this blog going and giving you all the gays! For now here’s the next part of star wars marvel.
“Uh...hey guys.”
Each of the avengers were looking at him in surprise. Of course they were, he wasn’t supposed to be here. He rubbed the back of his head and looked his dad in the eye. He was...angry to say the least. While the other avengers were surprised his dad looked furious.
“What are you doing here!?” His dad practically yelled at him. “This is dangerous! How did you even get here?”
“I was just...I was…” The words seemed to get lost in his throat. His father’s eyes burned into him. His dad never looked at him like this. He could feel tears building up in his eyes, why was he feeling so affected by this? He’s been on the frontline and seen death...this shouldn’t be a big deal.
“You were what? You were just what? Tell me (M/N) what are you doing here?” Tony’s voice was rising as his anger was too. Suddenly he was interrupted by many a furious array of beeps. BEEP BEEP BWOOOP BWEEEP! T3 pushed himself in between (M/N) and Tony.
“Woah woah! T3 it’s okay. He’s my dad. He’s just angry right now.” Beep? “Yes I’m sure. He won’t hurt me.” He looked back up at his dad who seemed less angry but still mad. The other avengers seemed curious as to who the new droid was. “Oh yeah...um...everyone this is T3. He’s going to be coming with us.”
“Excuse me what? You’re just expecting me to allow that?” Tony looked at him, anger building again.
“I wasn’t really asking.” Tony’s eyes burned even brighter into (M/N)’s when he said that.
“Guys.” Nat butted in. “We have to get these plans back.”
“What about this place?” Clint looked at the temple behind him. “We can’t let anyone get their hands on it.”
“You’re right.” (M/N) reached out his hand and focused. Soon the temple began to close up and sink a bit. “I won’t let anyone...ANYONE get their hands on this temple.” It wasn’t long before the large entrance sank so low all that anyone would see was a mountain wall. “There. It’s done.” With that he turned around and began walking back to the jet, T3 following after him.
The trip back was awkward to say the least. It was so quiet you could practically hear a pin drop. (M/N) could feel the glances everyone threw his way. His dad was really quiet at the controls, he wasn’t about to talk with him anytime soon. Soon the jet landed back at the tower and when the door landed he saw his mother waiting for him. “Karabast.” With his head down he walked down the ramp with his new companion. “Mother.”
Expecting some sort of rant for running off he, prepared for the lecture. “Did you find what you were looking for?” But it never came. He looked at his mother who was smiling gently at him. “No I’m not mad. When the force calls you have to decide what to do, I’m glad you listened. I see you’ve made a new blade...and you’ve found a new friend.” She kneels down and pats T3. “Hello little friend. Who might you be?” Bweep. “It’s nice to meet you T3.”
Deciding for the best he brought up his discovery. “I found him in an abandoned Jedi temple. Did you know there was a temple here?” That caught her attention. “What? There shouldn’t be a temple here. We’ve had no information about Jedi being here. Where was this temple exactly?” (M/N) shrugs. “Wherever their mission was.”
Before they could continue their conversation, Tony came barging down the ramp. “Did you know our son decided to sneak away and join us on a dangerous mission!?” Janai smiled at him. “I did.” With that Tony stopped with wide eyes. “Y-you did? What? WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HIM!?” She didn’t move an inch. “Because as much as I am his mother, I’m also his teacher. If the force calls him to follow I won’t stop him. In this case…” She motions to his lightsaber and T3. “It gave him a new friend and a new resource.” Anger returned to Tony’s face. “HE COULD HAVE BEEN HURT? YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HIM!” Not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation, (M/N) turned and walked into the building.
Entering the building, he was greeted by five pairs of eyes looking at him. Letting out a sigh he crossed his arms. “Alright. Let’s hear it.” It wasn’t long before Clint spoke. “Come on kid, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.” Steve after him. “You also could have put the entire mission at jeopardy, what if you had alerted the enemy?” The air had turned sour, he could feel the anger, frustration, and worry they all felt. He was glad they were worried but it also felt like he was being pushed down. “I thank you all for your worry but you all do remember that I’ve led armies in a war? I can handle myself and as you can see the mission went fine.” Steve crossed his arm and looked like he was about to retort before Janai walked in. “Come along (M/N), you too T3. We have much to talk about.” Not wanting to argue with the avengers he followed his mother.
…
Tony sat in the back of the car as Happy drove him to the warehouse. It was the next day and (M/N) hadn’t stayed at the tower last night. He was still frustrated that (M/N) had snuck away onto the mission but he was just worried for his son. He had been staring out the window thinking of yesterday's events, it must have been worrying since Happy spoke up.
“You okay Tony? You seem...off.” Tony didn’t answer at first. “I’m fine. Just thinking of yesterday. I don’t think I was being too hard on him. Was I being too hard on him?” Happy opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Tony. “I don’t think I was. I think he should have at least told us first!” Once more Happy opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Tony. “Am I the bad guy for wanting to keep my son safe? I mean I know he can handle himself but still I want him to be safe.” The car came to a stop as it reached the warehouse. “We’re here.” Tony quickly opened the door and hopped out. “Thank hap, you’re a good listener. I wish you would have given me more advice but whatever. Wish me luck.” Tony slammed the door before the poor man could even say bye to him. He straightened his suit and took in a deep breath. “This will be fine. It’ll be fine.”
He pushed open the door. The workers had long since left but he expected some noise from Janai and (M/N) at least. Instead, he was greeted by darkness and silence. “They’re gone Stark.” He turned and saw Fury sitting in a chair. “They left late last night.” Tony felt his blood run cold, his body began to shake. “No. No you’re lying.” He turned and walked further into the warehouse. He froze when he saw the spot where the ship was empty. Right there and then, Tony fell to his knees and began to cry.
He heard footsteps coming up to him. “I’m sorry Stark. They did leave this for you.” Fury handed Tony a small disk. Tony wasn’t sure what to do with it until Fury pressed a button and a small image of (M/N) appeared. “Dad. Mom didn’t want me to leave anything behind. ‘A security risk’ she called it, but I can’t do that to you. I don’t want to leave, at least not without saying goodbye to you...but we have to go. The war is still going on and we need to warn them. I wanted to say goodbye in person but mo-Master Janai said we have to go now. Just know, I’ll be back. I’m not sure when or how...but I’ll be back. You’re my dad, and I know you’re mad at me right now and that you’ll be even more mad now...but I love you and I’m not about to lose you again.” He looks away before looking back. “We have to go. Say bye to everyone for me. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I love you.” With that his image disappears and Tony can feel himself shaking. Then with a racked sob, Tony broke down once again.
#marvel#star wars#marvel x male reader#marvel x reader#marvel x male!reader#tony stark x male reader#tony stark x male!reader#tony stark x reader#tony stark x son reader#tony stark x son!reader#tony stark x stark reader#tony stark x stark!reader#peter parker#peter parker x male reader#peter parker x male!reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker x stark reader#peter parker x stark!reader#Stark!reader#tony stark
203 notes
·
View notes
Text
Destiel Chronicles
Vol. LX
It was a love story from the very beginning.
Cain's Mark vs Profound Bond (Part. III)
(10x20/10x21)
Hello my friends! I'm here with the third part of this meta, and we will be close to the end!
I will talk about episode 20 and 21, and how they showed a lot of hints of foreshadow, anticipating the season ending and the beginning of season 11.
Let's start!
What your heart really wants
Episode 10x20 Angel's heart, starts with a desire coming from a heart that belongs to a woman that was separated from her lover: Amelia and Jimmy Novak, and their fake encounter in Amelia's drama induced by a Grigori.
The Grigori fed with human's soul, by putting them into a dream. Just like the djin.
Two facts to describe here:
1) We were talking in previous episodes about what Dean really wants. We had him confessing he wanted to explore these new feelings about people (we know it was Cas), trying to imagine his retirement in the beach, and now we had this scene... A woman trying to find the love of his life. Dreaming with find him. The perfect manifestation from her desires. And we know the episode will end with Jimmy and Amelia together in Heaven. So, what Amelia really wanted was to find his husband. Again they're showing us what a heart really wants linked to a romantic situation.
Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs
And the episode is called angel's heart, leasing us to Castiel's pure heart, and making us think what he really wants too. He wants to recover Dean from the Mark.
2) Having the Grigori feeding with himan's souls, is a blatant foreshadow of Amara feeding with souls in season 11.
Married
Keeping the Jimmy/Amelia and Destiel parallel and mirror. We had a very married situation when Castiel and Dean came back from interrogatory, and went together to buy a birthday gift for Claire.
Gif credit @hallowedbecastiel
There's a little moment in which Cas confessed to Claire where he had bought the gift, and Sam turns to see Dean, with a face that tells DID YOU GO TO BUY IT TOGETHER? And is just hilarious.
Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs
Another married scene was when Cas scolds Claire and Dean. It was just a very domestic situation in which the daughter and the husband received vituperation.
Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs
It was so sweet when Claire asks Dean to take care of Castiel...
CLAIRE: Will you keep an eye on him?
(Dean and Claire look over at Castiel who is talking with Sam) He's been through enough.
Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs
Okay, this has such a beautiful meaning, and screams foreshadow too, because Claire knows how had was to Cas everything that happened to her and her family, but she also knows about Castiel being a human. And she sees him as a protector who needs to be protected too. And she, as a protector, feels identified with Dean's profile. Then, she knows Dean is like her. So she trust Dean to take care of the angel.
But Dean replied "SO HAVE YOU" , as a recall of himself.
There's a song playing talking about blue eyes crying in the rain, and meet that loved person again. It could fit with Claire, it could fit with Jimmy, but, if we take the quote YOU KEEP AN EYE ON HIM, knowing that Castiel will be possessed by Lucifer in season 11, and Dean will say I WAS JUST A WITNESS, we could speak about a LOVERS SEPARATION, thanks to Lucifer intrusion, and those blue eyes crying in the rain coul for perfectly with Castiel's depression, causing his YES to Lucy, and Dean could be that one longing for find him again, just like the song says.
The Betrayal
In episode 10x21 "Dark Dynasty" Dean finds out about Castiel and Sam's "affair".
This is a very sad episode, because Charlie dies. In a very bloody picture...
But let's talk about the "affaire"... Watch this dialogue...
DEAN: Wow.
SAM: Hey.
DEAN: Well, you look like crap on toast.
SAM: I just haven't . . . really been sleeping well.
DEAN: There's a woman you haven't mentioned?
SAM: A woman?
DEAN: Well, I'm just saying. You weren't here when I went to bed last night. You've been running off on your own a lot these past couple weeks.
And then... The weird call...
DEAN: Cas?
CASTIEL: Sam.
DEAN: No, it's Dean. What's up?
CASTIEL: Nothing. I'm just, uh . . . Just staying in touch. Like I do.
DEAN: Something on your mind?
CAS: No. This call is pointless. My ride's here. (Cas hangs up on Dean.)
Gif set credit @pinkman
Even Cas mistook Dean with Sam. Sastiel?
And the foreshadow I picked up at the beginning of this season...
Gif credit @agusvedder
So Yes, he caught Cas' and Sam cheating on him.
And then this scene, showing us Dean is about to find out...
ELDON: Were you here when I mentioned that we're underground? There are secrets.
DEAN: Well, I'm swell at uncovering secrets.
Pointing us he is good at uncovering secrets, and Cas and Sam working at his back, is like a red alert about to sound.
Finally, there were little quotes talking about the balance and disaster that should been repaired. As a premonition of CHUCK/AMARA LIGHT/DARKNESS YING/YANG. Balance. And of course, erasing the mark will release the darkness, and somehow the brothers will have to fix it.
To Conclude:
Both episode gave clues about the incoming season. The Mark of Cain vs what Dean really wants in his heart continues his inner war, showing us through different episodes that Dean wants, deep inside, explore the love he has inside for Castiel, and a better ending.
Charlie's death will release the monster inside of Dean, and we will have a lot of angsty situations (mostly Destiel) to talk about in the next and last chronicle from season 10.
I hope you like this one. See you soon!
Tagging @metafest @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @weirddorkylittlediana @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @dea-stiel @poorreputation @bre95611 @thewolfathedoor @charlottemanchmal @neii3n @deathswaywardson @followyourenergy @dean-is-bi-till-i-die @hekatelilith-blog @avidbkwrm @anarchiana @dickpuncher365 @vampyrosa @foxyroxe-art @authorsararayne @anonymoustitans @mybonsai1976 @love-neve-dies @wildligia @dustythewind @wayward-winchester67 @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @deeutdutdutdoh @destiel-is--endgame @destiel-shipper-11 @larrem88 @charmedbycastiel @ran-savant @little-crazy-misha-minion @samoosetheshipper
@shadows-and-padlocked-hearts @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @nerditoutwithbooks @mikennacac73 @justmeand-myinsight @idontwantpeopletoknowmyname @tenshilover20 @teddybeardoctor @pepevons @helevetica @isthisdestiel @dizzypinwheel @jawnlockwinchester @horsez2 @qanelyytha
@imjustkipping @destielle
If you want to be added or removed from this list, just let me know.
If you want to read the previous meta about season 10 here you have the links...
Vol. LI, LII, LIII, LIV, LV, LVI, LVII,LVIII, and LIX
Buenos Aires, May 5th 2020 8:46 PM
86 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello again! Fyi, if you want to quickly find this series on my blog, simply search up the ‘Lilrexsoka’s fics’ tag and you should be able to see them all. Plus, if you would like to be tagged in my new posts, let me know! 😘
Tumblr fic #1- Rexsoka pregnancy- Part 3- Help.
The first steps of her new life would be to confirm what she suspected. Ahsoka knew she had to take some sort of test… which wasn’t something she could do herself. A blood test could be taken, but allowing a medic to know her biggest secret scared her. She needed someone she could trust to help her. Someone who knew plenty about children… and forbidden family.
It was a long, arduous journey waiting to return to Coruscant. Rex knew she was anxious, and did his best to relax her, though she sensed he was just as nervous.
Finally, the time came.
“Please come with me,” Ahsoka begged her mate as she stood before the transport ship that was preparing to take her away. They could not touch each other with eyes upon them, but her expression spoke volumes. I need you.
Rex hesitated for only a moment. He dipped his head in understanding and turned to call to the troopers that were filing away into a seperate transport. “Hey, Jesse. Let the men know I’ll be joining you later.”
The ARC Trooper swiveled to face his Commander, arching his eyebrows. “Sure. Where are you going, sir?”
“I have business to take care of.” The excuse was poor, but Ahsoka was grateful. He needed answers, and so did she.
It seemed to take far too long to finally switch onto a second transport and make it to the Senator’s house, the one she shared with her husband and their twins. Ahsoka practically collapsed into Padmé’s arms as soon as she and her mate were welcomed in.
“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” Ahsoka breathed into the fabric of her friend’s dress.
Padmé squeezed back lovingly. “How are you doing?” The Senator asked, holding out the Togruta at arms length.
The Jedi Knight sighed with a smile. “I’ll be okay. I’m just… nervous.” Ahsoka turned her reassured grin to the man behind her and slipped her hand into his, which he promptly gripped. There was no shame in front of Padmé. She had been alerted to the circumstances already.
“Come, then,” the Senator urged. “Luke and Leia are sleeping at a friend’s, but Anakin will be home soon.” She took Ahsoka’s other hand, pulling her away from her mate and further into the house.
Ahsoka sat down on the edge of Padmé’s tub and the senator took up position beside her. “Alright… how does this test work?”
The Nabooian opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small, flat stick. “Here it is,” she announced, allowing the Togruta to hold it. “It’s not as accurate as a medical test… but I understand that you want to keep this incognito.”
The Jedi nodded and studied the pregnancy test curiously. “How does this work?” She was eager to get the results, even if there was a chance it would not be accurate.
“Umm…” the Senator smiled shyly. “Just… use the refresher on it. Leave it to rest for a while, and we’ll see the results. A red line means positive, while a black line means you are negative.” She patted the Togruta comfortingly on her shoulder. “Whatever happens, Ahsoka, I’ll be sure to support you… and Commander Rex.”
Ahsoka sighed. “Thanks, Padmé.” She waited until the Senator quietly turned to leave, staring blankly at the test. If it was negative, would she be relieved? It would save her from a lot of troubles… but she had been almost excited at the notion of pregnancy. Would Rex feel the same?
If it was positive… there would be struggle. Pain. Perhaps problems for both of them. But it also promised love and happiness.
The Togruta set the stick to the side and waited, attempting and failing to let out the breath trapped in her throat.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been when Padmé knocked on the door. “Ahsoka? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” the Togruta answered hoarsely. Had she allowed the test enough time? Would she be brave enough to check the results? I have to… for myself and Rex.
Carefully, with a shaking hand, Ahsoka picked up the test and slowly turned it over in her palm. Her eyes focused hazily on the faint line that had appeared on the side. Red…
“Padmé!” Her call came out more panicked than she had intended, and the Senator came rushing in.
“Ahsoka…” the Nabooian murmured when she saw the results on the stick over the Togruta’s shoulder. “Come out here.” She carefully led the Jedi knight out of the refresher, making sure to dispose of the stick in the trash can beside the sink.
Rex was waiting on the Senator’s plush couch, sticking out in his sienna-striped armour among the deep purples and reds. He reached for the Togruta as she neared and pulled her into his arms. “What did it say, ‘Soka?” He breathed into her montral.
Ahsoka closed her eyes and inhaled his comforting scent, of duraplast and Rex. She took reassurance in his presence and whispered, “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”
“I hate to interrupt,” Padmé began abruptly, her tone anxious. “But Anakin will be here any moment.”
Just as Rex and Ahsoka pulled apart, the chosen one himself sauntered through the door, heaving behind him a load of groceries.
“Oh, hey Snips, Rex,” Anakin called, settling down his bags in the kitchen. “Didn’t expect you here. What’s up?”
“They are just visiting,” his wife lied quickly. She shot a glance at the younger couple. “How about you go for a shower, Ani? It’s been a long day, and they’ll be here when you are done.”
The ex-Jedi Knight shrugged, rolling his shoulders. “I guess, if you insist.” He strolled away again, whistling as he went, and in moments there was the sound of running water.
“What are you going to do?” Padmé questioned once her husband was out of earshot, though she still lowered her voice.
Rex gently rubbed his mate’s thigh. “I don’t know. This was… unexpected. We haven’t a clue. We don’t know what will happen with the Order and their code, or my position and the regulations. Or… how anyone else will react. Most don’t know about our relationship yet.”
“I think I will wait,” Ahsoka decided, taking his hand. “I can hide my pregnancy for a while, but when my stomach grows… I’m not sure what we will do.”
The Sentor smilled sadly. “Ahsoka, I’m sorry to say, but it won’t be the stomach that will be the first giveaway. Pregnancy… is not a very forgving experience.” She paused. “Though I don’t know how Togruta gestations differ from human pregnancies.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Rex soothed, offering a soft smile. “I can do some incognito research, and I’ll be there. For whatever you need, ‘Soka.”
The Jedi Knight laughed softly and leaned into his shoulder. “I love you, Rex.”
Padmé was smiling at the couple. “You’ll both make wonderful parents, I can assure you that.”
Suddenly, the shower was turned off. Ahsoka pushed herself off of her Commander and turned around as moments later, Anakin returned, still soaking wet and dressed with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He held something pinched between his fingers.
“Padmè,” Anakin growled, holding out the test for them to see. “Are you pregnant again?”
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Wingman (Erwin Smith x Marie)
Chapter 5: The Territory
Reposting this because I am officially overhauling my @levi-lives blog, in lieu of this one because SOMEONE Tumblr won't let my posts show up from there anymore! grrrr.
@levi-lives blog is still up tho, if you would like still see my original posts
The Wingman MASTERLIST
A/N: HELLO! YES I STILL PLAN ON FINISHING THIS BABY
So much has happened these past 5 months that’s cost me my peace of mind and caused me so much heartbreak (haha i hate boys but what’s new? lol) But hey! At this point, I’m just choosing to see all this as new material to source my inspirations from now on :P
This chapter was written while listening to Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Laisse-moi t'aimer by Laurie Darmon , and There You Are by WHAT THE DUCK. I actually made a playlist for all the songs I use, and ya’ll can find them HERE!
I’ve written you lovelies a looong one for the looong wait! (4K words wtf XD) Enjoy!
Chapter 5: The Territory
Dearest Marie,
The moment you walked in the room, all blazing curls and bright hazel eyes, I knew you had me wrapped around your finger. And what is a man to do, when the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes upon, makes his heart stop the second she blesses him with her tinkling laugh and charming wit?
Truly Marie, you may very well be the death of me. But if that’s what it takes to keep your heart, then what a wonderful death it would be!
And I do swear, by my soldier’s honor, to offer up my heart to you, for you to do with as you wish. Break it or take it, I am at your whim’s mercy. But I do trust that a woman as gentle as she is beautiful, would never deny a dying man’s wish.
Forever Yours,
Nile
~
The Titan Territory was at the peak of its happy hour. Chock full of drunkards, lechers, soldiers, and the occasional vagabond. Most nights like these, Marie would be at the tips of her toes. Keeping alert, and focused on getting her work done without attracting trouble. She was a woman in a room full of inebriated men, after all. And it wouldn’t be uncommon for a few of these men to get… more handsy than usual. And it certainly isn‘t new to Marie either
But tonight, the barmaid did not seem to mind all the boisterous men nor the stench of ale. In fact, she looked rather flushed and chipper as she placed another mug of ale in front of a bucked-tooth man. She even smiled sarcastically when yet another man old enough to be her father used yet another recycled pick-up line at her. As opposed to straight up telling the old bloke that the age must be getting to him if his eyes couldn’t tell that she was no angel, but a person who definitely knows how to call the MP’s for harassment.
“Who is he?”
Marie paused pouring a mug to glance at Elena, confused by the sudden question. “Huh? Oh, I don‘t know, another dirty old man clearly.”
“Nooo,” Elena looked pointedly at Marie, her ruby red lips plumping into a tight ‘o.’ “Who’s got you daydreaming and out of it like that? I haven’t heard you give some poor drunk a good smack talk all night.” Marie pursed her lips. Elena immediately pointed a long, equally ruby red fingernail at her. “And that! You keep pursing your lips like that!” Elena’s amber eyes widened exaggeratedly. “Who did you kiss?”
Funny you would ask that, Marie thought sardonically. For the hundredth time that night, her mind reels back to the taste of strawberries and cigarettes, and carefree eyes so blue, she could drown in them. All at once, she is once again engulfed by strong, sure arms, and the heady smell of sandalwood.
And the lovely sight of the woman in front of her pressed against the very man she can’t seem to shake off her system.
Then Marie remembers the letter she received just that morning. Nile’s remarkably careful handwriting, and his smitten words resurfaced in her mind’s eye. Despite the cheesy—not to mention incessant—flirting. Marie certainly never thought Nile had such profound emotions for her. She’d be lying if she said that his confession wasn’t affecting her opinion of him.
Marie smiled, conniving. “I have an admirer.”
Elena was extremely intrigued. “Well? Spill! Who is it?”
The ginger girl smirked. “Guess.”
Before Elena could even speak the name, Marie went ahead and sashayed away from the ravenette, a tray of ale on hand. She knew what name Elena would answer. And she’d be right.
But she didn’t want to think about Nile, nor his tall friend’s irresistible dimpled smile.
So the barmaid bent down to serve mugs of ale and beer at a particularly loud table of drunk garrison soldiers—clearly drinking on duty if the presence of their uniforms were anything to go by– when she was startled out of her reverie by the bawdy laughter of drunks and the hard smack of a man’s hand against her rump. “Is this ass on the menu, girly?”
Marie whirled around, flinging an enraged hand to slap against the wretched bastard’s head, when the surly red-faced soldier caught her hands. They were unbelievably small and weak against his bruising grip. Marie gritted her teeth against the man’s sour ale-breath, and her own pounding heart. She could feel the lecherous eyes of the drunk’s buddies, laughing like predators baring their teeth. It was a busy night, and no one would bat an eye at a barmaid getting harassed in a tavern. She felt like a trapped deer, surrounded by lions in their very lair.
The soldier leaned dangerously close, almost like he’s sniffing her fear out. He tutted at Marie’s stricken face. “Tsk. Tsk. Good little girls don‘t hit their betters.”
Marie, very much a woman of spunk and grit, steeled her resolve.
She was going to give this motherfucker a nasty head-butt.
But she was never able to. Many things happened all at once– a sudden, strong force pushed the man back, making him crash against his group’s heavy wooden table.
He stumbled back, shocked and winded. Her harasser’s friends all shot up from their seats at the commotion, barstools clattering to the ground from the sudden movement.
Marie was pulled back into a solid chest, a firm arm anchoring her there; safe.
“The sign was right. This is Titan territory. This place stinks of one.”
The ginger girl strained her neck up to gape at the tall, imposing form of the very man who’s been haunting her thoughts all night. Erwin’s blue eyes barely even acknowledged the woman nestled against his chest. They were solely trained on the bastard coughing on the floor. Marie shivered. Erwin Smith looked cold and wicked.
Like the Devil passing judgement.
The drunk man whipped his head up, a menacing snarl distorting his red face as he clambered up off his ass.
“What was that, boy?”
“Just an observation.” Erwin sounded almost like he couldn’t care less if he was talking to a drunk gang of trained Garrison soldiers. Much less that he just shoved one.
The soldier guffawed. “Ho ho! You got some wit to ‘ya, pretty boy! But didn’t your momma teach you to never mess with a Titan’s territory?!” He moved to reach for a disgusted Marie, when his hand was abruptly grabbed and halted by an unshakeable grip.
Nile Dawk’s face was painted with a scowl. His dark eyes shooting daggers at the drunkard.
“Well she ain’t yours, Sergeant Kemper.”
Kemper spluttered, and tore his hand away. “Did we guess that right, sir?” Nile taunted, his eyes alight with the adrenaline in his system pumping for a fight. His gaze briefly caught Marie’s wide-eyed stare, and winked. Marie’s cheeks went hot.
“And?! I’m a known soldier! What’s a couple of backwater punks gonna do, huh?” Kemper and his friends were just about ready to start a brawl, when Mike stepped in—knuckles cracking, nose sniffing out blood, his massive bulk intimidating. One look at the giant told them that he could sweep them all out, no problem.
Mike just grunted. “A hell of a whole lot, actually.”
Kemper very nearly whimpered like a kicked dog.
“I’m sure Captain Brezenska* wouldn’t like to hear reports of his men gallivanting around with barmaids, while drunk on duty and in uniform, yes?’’ It was Erwin who dealt that final blow. And just like that, the men trudged up and out The Territory, a slew of empty threats trailing in their wake.
Marie sighed. Relieved that what would have been a messy fight, was diffused.
Then Marie broke out of the arm holding her, and turned on Erwin. “Are you out of your mind?! You could’ve caused those men to seriously hurt you! Those are full-fledged soldiers. What if a brawl broke out? We’d all be banned from here!”
Erwin was taken aback. He certainly didn’t expect this response from a girl he just saved.
Nile immediately stepped in, holding his hands up. “Relax, Marie! My wingman here was just making sure those bastards knew not to mess with my girl!” Nile had an arm hooked around Erwin, and was grinning flirtatiously at her when Mike joked lowly.
“You better pee around her then, if you don’t want the wolves scenting your territory!”
Erwin and Nile froze, wide eyes boring into Mike’s careless, smirking, stupid face.
Marie straightened up, like a feline rearing her claws. A single perfect eyebrow arched high on her forehead.
Mike immediately choked on the booming laughter bubbling up in his throat, and stuttered out a cough and an apology– clearly forgetting that he was in the presence of a lady.
Although Nile and Erwin didn’t miss how Marie—this feisty, pretty little thing—singlehandedly brought a man who just threatened a group of drunks with just the sight of him, to a sheepish stutter. Marie decided then to let the comment slide. The man did just drive her harassers away.
Then like a cruel reminder, Elena’s full voice rang out. “Looks like my favorite customer decided to pay a visit!”
As is usually the case where Erwin and Elena are involved, Marie resisted the urge to roll her eyes back into her skull. The voluptuous brunette sashayed over to Erwin, who had one of his cheeky smiles playing around his lips. His dark blue eyes sending a naughty promise.
Mike brotherly clapped Erwin’s back. “Guess that’s my cue too.” He asks Elena, “Is that cutie Charley around? I heard I’m her favorite customer,” Mike smirked. Elena laughed, and pointed to where the tiny blond barmaid Mike was fooling around with last time was. When Mike left, Elena turned to Marie with a knowing look in her eye. “Let Erwin and I leave you two alone,” her red lips purred.
Marie was beginning to loathe that shade of red lipstick.
And was it just Marie, or was her perfume more nauseating than usual?
Nile stepped towards Marie, and nodded at his friend. “Go ahead man, knock yourself out, I got her.”
Erwin chuckled at the heart eyes his poor friend was making at the girl beside him, who was none the wiser.
None the wiser, because Erwin knew that longing look on Marie’s face only meant that her mind was back at that charming apartment of hers too.
His calloused hands around her waist, her moans in his mouth.
Bright hazel eyes met deep blue ones. For a flicker of a moment, neither Marie nor Erwin wanted the other to go.
But just for a flicker.
“We’re not carrying you home again if you get shit-faced, Nile!” Erwin called to his friend, before he left with his hand against Elena’s back.
And like a bad omen, Marie watched Erwin’s broad back go.
~
“Again?”
Marie turned to Nile, her arms crossed, and one hip jutted out in amusement. She was smiling prettily at the man, whose rugged looks blushed crimson under her bright hazel eyes’ scrutiny. Nile rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, “Smith doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Marie laughed; a carefree, happy sound.
It absolutely captured Nile’s heart.
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, walking back to the bar to settle more orders. Nile followed her, leaning against the countertop as he watched the pretty barmaid go about her work. “Heck yeah,” Nile flashed her a megawatt smile. “That bastard doesn’t even get back to the barracks until after sunrise whenever he makes a go for one of his chicks.” Marie’s heart sank. “Is he always chasing after girls?” she huffed.
Nile blinked, then looked to where Erwin was. Marie followed his gaze, and found Elena all but giving the handsome blonde a lap dance.
Erwin seemed to be enjoying himself.
Marie’s eyes went to slits again. Nile saw this, and took it as another case of girls being so oddly protective of their girlfriends. The ravenette shook his head, “Erwin is a good man. He’s like a brother to me. He likes to play around sure, but I’ve never met a man with more honor. He’s much too gentlemanly to fuck your friend like a common whore.” Nile chuckled, “And besides, it’s the girls who chase after Erwin…”
Nile trailed off, his lips setting into a line when he saw the warmth that came over the look in Marie’s eyes.
Nile’s long fingers held Marie’s chin and moved her gaze back to him.
“But I’m not here to talk about Erwin.”
Tender hazel eyes became playful.
Meanwhile, Nile’s silver ones crinkled at the edges at the sound of Marie’s sweet voice saying, “What then, Cadet Dawk?” Marie hadn’t realized how close Nile was. And just like the last time she was this close to the man, she could see the thick dark lashes framing the Nile’s light eyes. Except that now Marie saw how those eyes, paired with his high cheekbones, made Nile look like a dark elven sprite come to cause mischief upon mortals.
Marie recalled the letter he sent her, and thought it fitting that this dark sprite would write such enchanting words. She still didn’t know what sorcery came over her that she was half-bewitched by this man’s one letter.
Nile carded his hands through his unruly dark locks, willing his beating heart to calm down. Sweet Sina she’s adorable, he thought.
There was so much Nile wanted to tell Marie. How he woke up every single day looking forward to the next time he’ll see her, thinking of all the little details of himself he wanted to let her know…
As much as he’d like to know all the little details she could ever offer him.
Yet, the poor guy could only splutter out a shaky and ineloquent “I-I… uhh, did you get my letter?”
Marie’s lips quirked up to a girlish giggle. If his letter was anything to go by, Marie knew Nile’s intentions had far more depth than that. Marie grinned while a lingering thought remained in her mind—this is a far cry from the Nile she read in that letter.
Perhaps Nile Dawk is more of a poet than a Romeo, Marie mused.
“I did. And you really are too sweet, Nile. I don‘t know what to say. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
Nile immediately sucked in a breath, gasping out, “Of course I do! I—I couldn’t get my mind off of you. ” He winced. He sounded like an idiot. Like a desperate schoolboy talking to his first crush.
Not at all like the charming and suave man those letters made him out to be. It got Nile thinking that maybe he overestimated Erwin’s way with words a tad bit too much. But instead of making him feel like an absolute fool for it, Marie laughed good naturedly at his response.
“Cat got your tongue?” Marie teased, grinning at his antics. There was something Marie found really quirky about a man being so bold in writing, but so tongue-tied in person.
He’s kinda…cute, Marie realizes.
And like the fates deciding a destiny sealed shut and done, Nile felt his heart give a finalizing beat that this woman would be the woman he’d spend the rest of his days with.
Nile gave a relaxed, even relieved smile, and took Marie’s soft hand.
He brought it to his lips, and kissed the delicate, milky flesh.
Marie bit her lip as her cheeks burned red at the feel of his stubble grazing her hand. Nile’s silver eyes flashed up at her, and grinned boyishly, “I‘m more of a man of action.”
~
I got her.
The words echoed in Erwin’s head like a threat.
I got her.
The Territory’s lowlighting only accentuated the sharp planes of Erwin’s scowling face. Elena had left to get him his fourth glass of whiskey—on the rocks, just the way he liked it—after the very welcome distraction the minx gave him. If it weren’t for the woman draping herself all over his lap, her luscious dark hair entangled around his fingers, he would’ve probably not have stopped himself from moping longingly—not unlike what he was doing now– at the sight of his best friend making his Marie giggle.
His Marie?
Erwin dragged a hand over his face. His thick eyebrows scrunched together, as he felt a dull throb slowly form in his head. He needed a cigarette.
She isn’t MY Marie, Erwin scolded himself. He took out a joint, lit it up, and held it to his lips like muscle memory. He took in a deep drag, and watched Marie throw back her wild ginger curls in a fit of laughter, her freckled cheeks blooming almost as crimson as her hair. She’s been amusing herself with Nile’s puppy dog flirtation for a good hour now.
“Go ahead man, knock yourself out, I got her,” Nile’s voice intruded his thoughts like a restless conscience.
No, Marie was never his. Erwin narrowed his eyes at the indulgent smile on Marie’s lips, as if she were cooing at his friend like a child, and wondered—
Perhaps Marie did not belong to anyone.
Erwin’s mind reels back to when he and Nile were just writing that first letter he left in Marie’s doorjamb….
~
It was an ungodly hour to still be awake in the barracks, but Nile took it upon himself to invade Erwin’s bunk with a pen and paper and a candle enough to last an hour. So now Erwin found himself with his copy of the Blue Book* against his thigh, the piece of paper atop it, and Nile practically moaning to him all the sappy little details of his love for a certain freckled ginger in the candlelight.
Mike was in his own bunk above Erwin‘s, pretending to have fallen asleep.
There was no way in hell he was gonna volunteer his ears for Nile’s emotional masturbation.
Erwin groaned, “Nile, do you know how physically painful it is to listen to you right now?”
“Why can’t I just tell her how much I wanna kiss her? How much I wanna give her the moon and the stars? How she’s literally my dream girl and how I swear to Sina, I’m gonna marry her?” Erwin rolled his eyes at that; Nile wants to marry every girl he ‘falls in love’ with.
“…Isn’t that the sort of thing girls want to hear?” Nile was truly perplexed, the poor bastard.
Erwin winced at his friend.
Mike couldn’t help it. “Sure, if she’s a goddamn fifteen year old virgin!” he called down from his bunk.
“Oi! I thought you were asleep!” Nile hissed, prompting Mike to start fake snoring again.
Erwin gave an exhausted sigh. It was late, he wanted to sleep. “Didn’t I tell you? Marie’s a full grown woman. That sort of flattery isn’t going to work on her anymore. She isn’t going to entertain just because you tell her how much you want her, you gotta make her realize how much she wants you.”
Nile looked skeptical. “Alright then, Eyebrows. How would you do it?”
Blue eyes looked into the dancing flame of the candle at his trunk, his pen poised upon the paper.
“I would tell her how I notice all her little details—her curls, her eyes, the way she throws her head back when she laughs—and how they made me feel like a fool the first moment I saw them.” Erwin’s lips quirked up as he continued to look into the flame, “But most of all, I’d talk about her mind, her heart…”
Nile felt his teeth grind, and the muscles in his jaw twitch.
Mike stopped snoring; wide awake now.
They waited. Erwin continued, a glazed look still in his eyes.
“…How a woman like her makes me want to devote my very life to her.”
~
“Woah, don’t lose your cool, Wingman.”
Mike’s gruff voice pulled Erwin out of his reverie, as his friend joined him where he was leaning against the bar top.
He probably already got bored of his girl, Erwin thought.
Mike was already holding his own glass of bourbon in one hand, cigarette in the other. The larger man nudged the hand holding the joint at Erwin for the lighter. Erwin wordlessly held out the light, and Mike placed the stick against the flame.
It’s always been like this with Mike. The two moved together with a wordless sense of trust and understanding; as seamlessly as a well-oiled machine.
“What happened to ‘Tomcat’?” Erwin chuckled, as he smoked with his friend. Mike just smirked, “Nah, you’re the Wingman now. Derek’s the Tomcat, more like. Müller certainly thinks so. Besides,” his green eyes slid over to Erwin’s hunched over form. “I think you’re losing your mojo.”
Erwin laughed out loud at that, a few curious heads turning to the handsome man throwing his blonde head back. Erwin’s broad shoulders straightened into their usual confident set. “You’re full of absolute bullshit Zacharias, that’s what I think.” He cocked a thick eyebrow at Mike’s scoffing, shaking head, “And it’s Müller’s daughter who thinks that. Müller thinks Derek’s a rodent he has to kill.” Erwin inhales a drag, “And like most pests, he’s a bitch to get rid of.”
Mike just hummed observantly, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Well, can you blame him? Your brother’s fighting for the woman he loves. That’s more than you seem to have the balls for.”
Erwin was silent.
The two men continued to watch their friend try to make Marie take a break, and sit down for a drink with him. She only just deflected him for the fifth time that night.
Mike sighed and placed a firm hand on Erwin’s shoulder. “Look, a bastard like me is in no place to tell you how to love– that just isn’t my thing. And Marie’s a special girl, I can tell.”
Erwin glanced sharply at the taller man.
Mike rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry!” Then hastily adds with clear exasperation, “She ain’t my type! But writing those letters?” Mike motions his head to Nile and Marie across the room.
“It’s going to hurt you, brother.”
Mike started swirling the bourbon in his glass, contemplating. “I understand that you do it out of love for our friend, but this can hurt Nile just as much. You had better pick a side, Smith. This woman, or your friend?” Mike threw back his drink in one swift gulp.
“But either way, it’s going to break your heart.”
Erwin blinked at Mike.
Then he chuckles warmly, a hand flicking away his blonde hair.
He’s always known that Mike was as keen as they come, but…
“Since when were you so wise, Bloodhound?
A/N: AND THIS IS THE PART WHERE I RAMBLE AND DON’T HAVE TO WRITE PROPERLY LMAO
Captain Brezenska - I always had this headcanon that Rico comes from a military family, considering how seriously she takes her job as a Garrison soldier compared to her peers. Not to mention how she seems to have risen through the ranks as Captain despite looking quite young. I imagine, unlike the Survey Corps, you’ll need YEARS of experience to become an Elite Squad captain in the Garrison, since well… a third of the regiment doesn’t die every three months lol. So the Captain Brezenska mentioned here is Rico’s father!
The Blue Book- Another headcanon! The US Army calls their official guide to military training and maneuvers as “The Blue Book.” I think it made sense for the Cadet Corps to make use of a ‘Blue Book’ for its trainees as well.
That’s all for now! I’m working on a shit ton of other projects rn (I’m a commissioning artist hihihuhuhu) Not to mention c o l l e g e (ugh.) So Chapter 6 might take a while huhu.
In the meantime, I would love love love to interact with you lovelies, since I missed ya’ll sooo much! You can go hit me up here anytime! Or even at my ig: @artexmaria where I post a lot of my art, AND where I may or may not post my Derek Smith art if anyone’s wondering about Erwin’s hot old brother *winkwink.* Y’all can also find me on AO3 as RosemaryTumbleweed <3
#erwin smith#erwin smith x marie#erwin smith x marie dok#marie dok#marie#nile dok#nile dawk#nile dawk x marie dawk#nile dok x marie dok#mike Zacharias#the wingman#the wingman chapter 5#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#commander erwin smith#erwin smith x marie x nile dawk#erwin smith x reader#erwin smith x oc#erwin smith x you#erwin smith x y/n
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello, I love all of the reactions on this blog 😍😍 could I request one with the maknae line? How would they react to seeing their s/o tagged in a picture with their ex on Instagram? Either a very intimate pic or just a cute date haha. Thank you guys for the hard work you do. 👭👾
Maknae Line Reaction to a Post with your EX
Admin: @nomnomsik 🎉
Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, guilting, and violence. It is also a female reader with a male ex to make it easier with the pronouns, especially with Taehyung’s. Please read with caution.
Jimin
“What this?”
Jimin was home finally after a long day of practice, scheduling, and dress fittings. Upon walking back in his comforting home at 12 am, he wasn’t surprised that all the lights were out, knowing that you always slept early.
But as he dumped his things onto the kitchen counter, taking out his phone as he strolled down the hall, he opened Twitter, only to find a picture of you smiling brightly at the top of his feed.
Jimin squinted, wondering where and when this photo was taken, peeved by how the tweet was only sent 1 hour ago and by… your ex…?
Jimin clicked the actual tweet, confused and verifying this was the official account of your ex, another idol in the industry who you had befriended and dated for a short while, only to split up by, of course, him.
His hand opened the bedroom door, ready to find your sleeping figure, but as he pushed it further and further, he realized, you weren’t there.
He immediately went into a frenzy, running and pounding his feet on the floors as he flung open the front door, hastily sliding on his shoes and immediately speed-dialing your number.
You picked up, the sound of cars passing by as you spoke. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Jimin seethed, impatiently stomping his foot as he waited for the godforsaken elevator to reach his floor, the highest one.
“I’m walking back home, right now. I’ll be there in 5 minutes, why?” You had asked, causing Jimin to sigh in relief, but still simmering in anger.
“Why are you out so late? Why are you with your ex? Didn’t I tell you to tell me where you go? What if something happened to you? I only asked you to just let me know in advance so I don’t worry about you! And you can’t even do that for me?!” Jimin yelled into his phone, clearly pissed off as he tightly clenched his free hand into a fist.
“I’m sorry…” You whispered, your voice small and timid, scared and upset. “I knew you wouldn’t be happy about it… But he’s still my friend.” You choked up, Jimin noticing how you were on the verge of tears by the way your voice wavered. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry…”
“Shh, don’t cry. I’m sorry for yelling and I forgive you, baby. Now, tell me where you are so I can meet up with you, okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah… I’ll send you my location. See you soon…”
Taehyung
Taehyung was resting in bed, home after a long day of work as an idol and finally ready to get his good night rest. You shimmied your way through the door, quietly tiptoeing around the apartment to not alert him of where you had been off to.
Taehyung slept through the quiet sounds of the shower running and the soft sounds of opening the closet and drawers. You quietly joined Taehyung in bed, scooching up to him, hands to his chest as you closed your eyes.
His breathing was calm and skin as soft as an angel. His locks brushed over his eyes, cascading to his eyelashes as he breathed in and out. But, as you stretched your body, ready to pass out, you accidentally hit his leg, awakening him in a hazy state.
“Y/n…?” He groaned in a low voice, wrapping his arms around you. “Where were… you?” He mumbled lazily, pulling you closer, his hold on you tight and constricting.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay Taehyung?” you whispered, closing your eyes as you both fell asleep together.
Upon the morning sun, you woke up, only to find the other side of the bed empty. It was late, almost noon as you scrambled out of bed and rushing downstairs to see Taehyung.
“Good morning.” He had smiled, phone in his hand and a glass of juice on the kitchen counter. You took a seat next to him as he continued to scroll through his phone, only for his finger and body to halt rigidly, and then relax.
“Is something wrong?” You asked, confused at his body language. Taehyung gave you a bright smile, the ones that seemed to make you blush and warm your heart up.
“Nope! I just remembered how cute you were, y/n. That’s all.”
He watched diligently as you turned the other way to hide the pink tint in your cheeks to which he smirked internally, a tongue rolling in the inside of his mouth as his thumb almost cracked the screen of his phone.
It’ll be fine. I’ll see him next week at the music show. I’ll show that stupid guy not to touch things that are clearly mine.
Jungkook
“Didn’t I tell you to say away? Didn’t I?!”
Sweet, bunny-like, and doe-eyed Jungkook would never show aggression to another person… is what only dumb and naive people thought.
Jungkook had your ex pinned in a tight corner of the halls in the music station, way before he was needed to be in the makeup chair, coincidentally running into the person he despised so much.
Your ex was terrified, alone without anyone to call out for help. Your ex was backed into a corner facing a man who had a deadly look to his face, eyes dark and ready to kill.
“I was nice enough to spare you since you quickly broke up with y/n, but… did I give you permission to hang out with her?” He asked rhetorically, suffocating close.
Pulling the cuff of your ex’s shirt up, Jungkook looked at him, eye to eye, warning him. “Strike one was dating y/n, strike two, hanging out even though I told you back off. Strike three- and then you’re out.” Jungkook spat, throwing him into the wall and storming off.
The deadly glare was wiped off his face as he entered the changing rooms, his eyes were even smiling, running up to you from the behind and hugging you.
“Did you just get here?” He cooed, looking over your shoulder as you absentmindedly played a game on your phone.
The two of you sat in silence for a while as Jungkook cuddled up to you, your eyes focused on your phone. He pouted, his cheeks puffing up as he huffed.
“I heard you were hanging with your ex… Is that true?” He asked out of the blue, cocking his head to the side, his eyes wide and creepy as you turned to look at him.
“You know…” Jungkook continued, trying to keep the sweet smile on his face. “I don’t like it when you do things behind my back.” He dug his sharp nails into your shoulder, voice low and dark, eliciting a flinch from you as you continued to look down.
He brought his mouth close to your ear, his fingertips sending chills down your body. “You wouldn’t like it if I did things behind your back, now would you?”
“So don’t. Do. Things. You’ll regret.”
#yandere bts#maknae line#yandere jungkook#yandere jimin#yandere taehyung#yandere v#yandere jk#bts jimin#bts jungkook#bts taehyung#bts reactions#bts reaction#bts scenarios#jungkook x reader#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader
687 notes
·
View notes
