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findafight · 1 year

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I posted 7,803 times in 2022

145 posts created (2%)

7,658 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@galahadwilder

@bbq-grillmaster

@phoenixyfriend

@hyenasnake

I tagged 2,374 of my posts in 2022

#qitup - 345 posts

#stranger things - 311 posts

#sw - 302 posts

#video - 213 posts

#steddie - 148 posts

#steve harrington - 134 posts

#platonic stobin - 111 posts

#finda's rambles - 89 posts

#ml - 71 posts

#finda writes stuff - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#jim is down for it and afterwards goes 'that was wild. when can we do it like that again?' and spock is like 'in seven years' jim goes oh🥺

My Top Posts in 2022:

Middle-aged rockstar Eddie on twitter is so funny to me he'll have very professional tweets about tours or releases etc and promote causes he supports but then he'll be a little chaos gremlin like

"the first time Steve and I actually met I held a broken bottle to his neck. Think that awakened something in him. 😈"

And Steve replies

"Robin told me I sucked on a daily basis, Jonathan punched me in the face, two weeks after Nancy pointed a gun at me I told her I loved her. You ain't special"

And Eddie replies an hour later with

"WAIT A SECOND STEVE DID YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON JONATHAN"

While his followers and fans are like...what is going on and who is Jonathan. Why is Eddie Munson airing his relationship drama on twitter dot com. WHY DID HE HOLD A BROKEN BOTTLE TO STEVE'S NECK

2,113 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

I am a hardline Steve is a "boring queer" truther. Yes he's bi and genderqueer!! Does he change pronouns? Nope! It's easier to use he/him and he doesn't care. Does he wear anything other than high waisted mom jeans and sweatshirts? Absolutely not. Just because gender means next to nothing to him both for himself and in regards to attraction doesn't mean he's going out of his way to do anything about it. He knows he looks like Just Some Jock but he's comfy!! His ass looks good! What more is there to clothes than that!

He goes to bed at ten and wakes up at six-thirty for a run before work. His favourite show is M*A*S*H. The most outlandish thing he's done besides Monster Killing is name his rescue cat WoodChipper because it kept trying to eat his porch.

3,596 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

Steve shows up to work one day with a baby bjorn complete with sleeping baby on his chest and Robin is like Steve....what the fuck?

And Steve says "I would've called you last night but she'd only stop crying when I held her and my parents were fighting, obviously, and I had to figure out how to make her bottle then I fell asleep with her on top of me and I think my dad legitimately forgot about us even though this is his fault, and there's no one to take care of her so I had to bring her. Sorry."

That is a lot and answers very few of Robin's questions.

"who...is she?"

Steve brightens and smiles down at the baby who's tiny baby fist is scrunched up in his work vest. "Oh! My half sister. Her mom works for one of my dad's business partners and brought her to my parents while they were away last week so they came home, mostly to dump her off on a nanny they forgot to hire--hence my baby holder here--and fight. Turns out dad cheating is easier to ignore when there isn't actual proof of it."

"oh. Woah."

"yeah. Anyways, ready to rewind some tapes?"

So they start work Steve logging returns into the computer and cupping the baby whose name I don't know yet's head. Then the little baby wakes up, making little baby noises, and Robin is not one for babies really, but Steve coos and picks her hand off his chest and waves it at Robin.

"see, that's your auntie Robin! Say hiii auntie Robin!"

The baby chews her tongue at Robin and blows a spit bubble.

And how is Robin supposed to not be charmed by that?

"awww," she says, letting the baby grab her finger, "yeah, I'm your auntie Robin. Your big brother's gonna take care of you so good huh? You'll know your way around retail in no time."

Steve giggles.

It is then that The Gremlins decide to show up and Cause Noise. Baby sister starts to cry and Steve takes her to the back to get her to calm down and change her, comes out (ignores the party's questions. Giving them Ultimate Mom Pose with Bonus Effect of Baby) hands her to Robin who is a little nervous but she will not let her new niece (?) Down, and goes back to find and heat up a bottle.

Eddie, who drove the gremlins and was looking for something in his van comes in, sees Robin holding the baby and is like huh? What's this?

And then Steve comes out with a bottle and a baby blanket over his shoulder, reaches for the baby from Robin and tries to get her to latch on the bottle with quiet words and gentle hands and Eddie is not okay he's not fine he's having a melt down because Steve with the kids is one thing but Steve with a Baby is something very different and he should not be expected to keep it together seeing this

Part 2.

Part 3

5,784 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

Rockstar Eddie au in the 90's and there's rumours he is ~homosexual~ right. So the whole band is in an interview, and the journalist asks

"so, Eddie, what do you have to say about those rumours ?"

"what rumours" (he knows exactly what rumours)

"the rumours about you having slept with a number of men. About being, ah, gay? Seeing as you've never had a public relationship with a woman, and some of the songs you've written could be seen as, ah, insinuating things."

(at this point Jeff and Gareth make Significant Eye Contact. They know what's about to happen.)

Eddie nods. "Ahhh. THOSE rumours. Well, gotta say, don't believe everything you hear!" He pauses just enough for the interviewer to open their mouth and interrupts. "I mean," he leans forward with a wide grin, "obviously I am a flaming queer. We know this. [Insert song title here] is clearly about gay sex, duh, I'm not exactly a subtle man. It's the sleeping around stuff that's just plain rumour. I've been happily in a committed monogamous relationship since '86!"

this is obviously not how the interviewer thought any of this would go. They are scrambling. "O-oh? Would you like to... Elaborate on that?"

Gareth speaks under his breath "oh no, now he's not gonna stop" as he looks to the ceiling. Jeff's face is valiantly trying to not smile.

Eddie is vibrating. "Oh absolutely! Okay, so we're from this Podunk Indiana town in buttfuck nowhere, right? Steve and I met when-"

"Eddie please, man. I can't believe you held out this long but we have an album to promote and if you start gushing about Steve we'll be here forever. Please, Eddie." Says Jeff, smiling.

Eddie proceeds to pout as his bandmates ignore his grumbling about never getting to talk about Steve and Jeff and Gareth are like Eddie you waxed poetic about his chest hair in song literally five minutes before this interview. PLEASE let us talk about music I'm sure people will clamour to get an interview exclusively about Steve. You'll have time to talk about him to the press just let us have One Last Interview that isn't just Eddie Talking About Steve Time. Please.

9,948 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When someone comes out Steve's immediate gut reaction is to drag their taste in romantic prospects. Robin rejected him and came out and he went full "okay fine but please like BETTER girls oh my god" like the Mean Girl he is. God bless.

When Will blurts that he's in love with Mike (which... Yeah Steve knew that one.) Steve goes "okay there's nothing wrong with liking boys but why wheeler?? You can do so much better Will. Seriously. Literally anyone else." And will is just ?????? He just said he liked boys and Steve's biggest issue is that it's Mike?! "Mike is being a jerk!! He's ignoring you!! Dump his ass, Will!" Most confusing acceptance ever.

Eddie confesses to Steve and the man blinks at him like "but...I'm a prep?? And bitchy? And have had, like, five concussions?"

And Eddie is like "what the fuck are you talking about"

"I'm just saying I doubt I'm your usual type! Obviously I like you back but you could probably do better"

"Steve are you saying my feelings are reciprocated while also being self deprecating n order to insult my taste in men?"

"oh. Yeah. Oops."

Lucas and max come out without specifying crushes (except on each other) so there is no need to drag them for their taste in men or women.

Dustin is like "I literally only like Suzie" and Steve is like "I know this and I love you (and her)" BC Suzie is amazing and helped save the world too. And grey ro/ace Dustin.

The only person whose taste he doesn't criticize is Mike and that's because when he says he's in love with will Steve just goes "he's too good for you" and nothing else.

12,144 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

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akane171 · 2 years

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Yuup, I can only agree with your assessment😁 Blessed be fanfics😍

Ahh, yes... The chosen one trope does get VERY old VERY fast... Esp. if it never really gets explained...🙈 I just like to take Anakin's story as a slave boy being taken from his mother and "freed" only for him to be told to surpress his feelings until he finally snaps and decides to tell EVERYONE (even innocents) "FU" 🙈 Like, if the focus is less on "being the chosen one" and more on the way his surroundings affect his actions, I feel like he's much more relatable🤔 (Like, who the fuck had the idea of NO EMOTIONS anyway, like, guys, Jedi, Jedi-Masters, THAT'S NOT HOW THE PSYCHE WORKS AND IT'S EITHER GONNA BACKFIRE BY EMOTIONAL EXPLOSIONS OR YOU RAISING A BUNCH OF MEGA-POWERED SOCIOPATHS!🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️) But HAHAHA, well, a full movie just about Obi? I'd be in, tho I'd still love early Master!Obi and Padawan!Ani most, just cause of all that psychological potential😍😍

Yeah, 99% of the time the main heroes kinda suck...🙈😰 Esp. nowadays...🙈 Side characters are usually SO MUCH MORE interesting and relatable😍

(Ohhh, a new song?😍 Thanks for the info, I totally need to check it out😍☺)

Ohh, what kind of tea?🤔😁

They won't, cause I did nothing wrong😁😏😌

My head is a very weird place and I have no controll of that one either, so nope, still won't take any blame😂🤣 (😫I really wanna do that, but I know I can't😭😔😖)

Aww, it was your first, too? Same!☺ And yeah, it WAS kinda weird and the fact you couldn't eaxtly choose all characters as tags was weird, e.g. charmed fanfics about Chris Halliwell were tagged with Eloise early on cause Chris wasn't a tag you could choose til later on 😅🙈

Funny you ask now, I just finished reading Chapter 20 of Survivor a few hours ago 😍😭🙈 I knew it was coming, but uff, reading about the 75th Game's style and everyone's reactions to it was painful😭🙈

Ohhh, real life demons?😍😍😍😍

Yeaaah, it's a very weird scene thinning back now...😅😕

Haha 😂 But, aww, no, if their hermitness keeps them happy and safe, better not come out🙈🙈

Oh..Huh, okay🤔🤔

Haha, omg, I didn't even realize it was that time of the year til I saw you post about it and I've been hooked on the giving the wolf a banana song ever since😂😂😂 IT'S SO CATCHY!

Thanks, you too! And have fun watching ESC!😁

XXX

Well, I guess, because I'm not that into the whole SW lore, that the no emotion rule were taken from buddhism aka the you can feel emotions, but you just let them go through you and let them go immediatelly. I don't remember 'how to deal with feelings' was ever explained in the movies? It was just like, feelings bad, don't have them, I think, but I'm not sure if I'm not murdering SW canon now xD

I feel like having emotions in the Jedi order was the biggest crime, while it should be dunno: shit, I had them, I acted beacause of them, did shit, damn, next time I will be better instead of FEELINGS BAD, SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! *kicks out of the order*

What can I say, i have a soft spot for stories when guys need to take care of kids and act like step dads.

Also, dunno, a thousands of years old order where a lot of intelligent, smart people were and they had no idea how to deal with a boy and his emotions? Like? Hire a fucking therapist or something?

And the villains are even better than the side characters. Also, sometimes I think the side characters are much better than the main heroes, because how not developed they are aka they are not screwed by too much author's attention.

Green tea!

This is your line of defence? ...

And still it's your head aka you are responsible (DO IT! even if you won't publish it! Do it! For soul cleaning!)

Yep. I didn;t have that problem, because like I read Gundam SEED fics and there were not that many, so i checked everything just to see if my ship was there xD On the other hand reading and searching Naruto fics was an... experience.

Yeah, this fic is a cold blood murderer. I just hope PP is going to finish it TT

Not demons, ONE specific, very powerful one.

Anything what amke sthem happy, I guess TT

GIVE THE WOLF A BANANA!!!!! I freaking love them xD

i had fun, as always xD Nothing funnier than complaining about ballads, pianos not set on fire and confusing usamericans xD

#my fam #ReFail

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thecipherlegacy · 3 years

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Okay, I realize there's nothing in Noiren's tag so maybe you don't play him very much, but I'm a sucker for a SW so hurt-comfort prompt #1- Person A is feeling down and Person B does not like to see them this way, so they start to bring them food, a nice cup of tea and their favourite blanket.- wherein A is Noiren, maybe after a nice lightning session with Baras, and B is a dubiously-worried Vette, possibly doing a terrible job of this comfort thing?

So these are taking me forever and I am so sorry about that x.x my college work takes up so much of my time.

So in the story I've written for him and his siblings, Noiren actually doesn't have Vette(or any of the swtor companions) on his ship. BUT I love Vette and love writing my OCs in all sorts of situations and AUs!

I apologize if this is terrible btw, I have been so tired lately from school, but here's a little Noiren based drabble! Enjoy!

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Everyone was confused. Noiren had always been stoic and quiet, but today was different. He was fumbling and muttering and trying to hide away from anyone that wanted to talk to him. Something was wrong.

Vette knew that it had to do with the sith's recent visit with his master. Baras was a monster, but honestly what does one do to cheer up a sith lord?

The small twi'lek managed to get her hands on a nice Alderaanian meal on their last trip and was quick to grab it with a nod to assure herself that this should do this trick. Once that was in hand she made her way to his quarters "Hey, ya busy? Or can I barge in?" She asked, though they both knew, no matter his answer, she was going to come in.

Noiren was sitting slumped over on his bed. He looked a little worse for wear. She frowned. Baras had always been tough on the male twi'lek, but he had never hurt him before. "I brought you some food. Knowing how you are, you probably haven't eaten." She continued to speak and sat beside him.

His yellow eyes glanced at her, then went back to the floor. It was hard to tell if he was seething, sad, or just plain frustrated. "Hello? Anybody in there? What happened?" She pressed.

He rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at her. He had burns all along his ruby skin, littering the right side of his face and lekku. "I don't want to talk about it." He muttered. She tried to hide her offensive gasp, but failed.

"That looks… yikes-" was all she managed to get out. He glared and turned away again. "I'm sure we can make sure it doesn't scar! But maybe you should eat first, huh?"

"Not hungry." He replied. She frowned again.

"Come on! Where's the sith i know and fear! You're never like this" Vette tried again. He tensed a little.

"You fear me? Even after I've done all I can to free you? You're not my prisoner or slave" he sighed "Honestly I would rather be in your position than my own…" he muttered.

The woman almost felt bad for saying what she did, but it was true. She was still a little afraid of him, especially after watching him kill people ruthlessly. But seeing him now, he looked as fearful and tired as she had been when they first slapped a slave collar on her neck. "I thought you wanted to be sith" was all she could think of to say.

"No." He frowned "I wanted to grow up on Ryloth with my sister and brothers. I never wanted to be sith. And now I'm tied down by a master and an oath. I have never feared for my life more than I did in that room. He threatened my life because I didn't agree with him right away." Noirens golden eyes narrowed. "I was taken away from my family so long ago by imperials and one day I plan to break free of this. Even if I have to kill baras and one thousand imperial soldiers. I'll do it."

Vettes eyes widened as he opened up to her. They were more alike than she had initially guessed. His slave collar was just a fancy title, and the shocks were just as painful. "Wow…" she mumbled. She had no idea what to say.

"Wow?" He scoffed. "Vette, why did you come in here besides to try and force me to eat a meal that's not even warmed up"

She looked at the plate and her cheeks deepened in colour slightly. "I dunno I just, saw you were all droopy and wanted to help. And don't knock it till you try it. This stuff is great cold!"

Noirens eyes rolled yet again. "Then you eat it." He insisted and suppressed a snicker as her eyes shifted left to right.

"Nah I'm good" came her reply as she moved the food away "I'll get toovee to warm it up for you later." Once the plate was gone she got more comfortable, crossing her legs and looking at her partner expectantly. "Sooooo, sister? Brothers? Gonna share?"

His brow arched and he realized she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Though this was working as a distraction, so she was succeeding a little in her attempts to cheer him up. "I have no choice do I?" He asked. To this she just scooted closer. He sighed and got as comfortable as he could with his new wounds. "Yes I have three siblings." He started "a twin sister-"

"You have a twin?!" She gasped and interrupted immediately. "Is she all sithy too?"

He scoffed "No. She was separated from us and sold off as a slave. They told me she made them a lot of credits to fuel my hatred." His fists balled angrily. "She was a little pink twi'lek. Skin lighter than mine, and eyes brighter. She had our mothers eyes." He was surprised to see vette actually listening, so continued. "Shes strong, so I'm sure she wasn't a slave for long. But I hope to find her someday."

"What about your brothers?" Vette asked. "Do you know where they are?"

"Yes, more or less" he shrugged. "Only slightly younger than me, Aidesan, is training still on Korriban. Now that I'm a lord I've requested to have him as my apprentice. I want to keep him safe. And the youngest, Orkra… He was imperial military but I heard he was transferred to intelligence. So.. I may never find him with how well they hide their agents." He sighed sadly and looked at his burned hand. He had almost forgotten about his grievances of the day. Talking about his family was always a little bittersweet for him, but it was better than what he was feeling before.

"Thats all really sad.." Vette pouted. "Sorry, sith. I'm not very good at this stuff." She sighed "but uh- I can at least go get Toovee to come patch you up then we can-"

"Thank you" he silenced her with that simple phrase. The blue twi'lek blinked at him for a Moment.

"What?-"

He gave her the smallest of smiles "i'm not repeating myself." He teased. "But I really should get a kolto pack."

She was silent, looking a little surprised that just letting him talk, even about something so personal and sad, helped. Then what he said hit her and she hopped up "oh! Yeah! A kolto pack! Let me go get the droid!" Vette replied quickly, but before she rushed out she bravely gave him a gentle hug. "Baras is a jerk, but you're alright, ya know that?" She said softly before finally leaving to grab 2v-R8 to take care of him.

Noiren felt oddly at peace now. His master may be harsh and untrustworthy, but his crew was filled with people that would do anything for him, and that put his mind at ease and made him feel better about where he was. No matter what Baras had in store for him, he'd at least have good people behind him.

#this is writtten so poorly and im so sorry about that-#but i still had fun writing it and it was a good way to relax #thanks for the ask and for taking an interest in Noiren!!!#he doesnt get as much love as he deserves!#mox writes #oc: noiren #writing ask meme #sunsetofdoom on blog

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nailriddenbat · 6 years

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Mayfield | Series - Pt. III

Summary: Max Mayfield and Billy Hargrove aren’t the only new kids to step foot into Hawkins. Meet Y/N Mayfield, Max’s big sister, who’s here to make sure no one messes with her sister.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (SLOW BURN)

Characters: Y/N Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler

Warnings: Language, may contain sensitive topics such as substance abuse later on (I WILL GIVE A HEADS UP!)

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: TAGS HAVE BEEN MOVED TO THE END OF THE POST!

You kept your sunglasses on as you walked into Hawkins High earlier that day, completely unprepared for your first day at this school. Heaven forbid you didn’t finish your senior year. People watched you walk by, having no idea who you were or where you had come from, but word from the party had gotten around. You caught one whisper and smirked to yourself.

“That’s Billy’s sister!”

Billy was going to hate that and you could not be any more happier.

The day was near over and you were moving through the halls, trying to get familiar with the building as you reminisced on your day. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your favorite part.

You had been sitting in a corner of the cafeteria, minding your own business when a group of girls had wandered over to you. They were all grinning and leaning on your table, and you looked up at them slowly.

“Hi!” One had shouted as she popped her gum.

“Hi,” you said shortly. “Can I help you?”

“Well we just wanted to give you a warm, Hawkins welcome,” another one said. “Since you’re like, new and all!”

“How sweet of you.”

“So like...” the third girl leaned in, whispering loudly, “Are you really Billy Hargrove’s sister?”

You smiled slowly and sat up straight, leaning forward with your elbows propped up onto the table. You folded your hands together while your smile just continued to grow. “I am!” you shouted with fake enthusiasm.

They all jumped up and moved to sit around you and you looked back and forth as they began to ask you a million questions.

“What’s he like at home?”

“What does he like to do after school?”

“What sort of music is he into?”

“Is it true he had a threesome back in California?”

“How long does it take him to do his hair?”

“What about his work out routine? What’s it like? Does he have a jogging route?”

“Is he single? I bet he’s single.”

“Are you two close?”

“Ladies, ladies!” you held your hands out to get them to stop talking. You couldn’t help but laugh and took a deep breath, “While I appreciate the enthusiastic welcome to Hawkins and the...affection you have towards my dear brother, I only have one thing to say about him.”

They looked at you, their eyes wide with interest.

You curled your finger to pull them closer, as if you were about to tell them a major secret. You whispered, “I hope Billy Hargrove chokes on his own dick.”

With that said, you stood up and swung your leg over the bench you had been sitting on before you walked away, your smile now a full blown smirk.

After that, very few people were paying you attention which allowed you to walk through the halls freely. Your head perked up when you heard the noise of a whistle blowing. Down the hall was the gym and you wandered forward to check it out.

You pulled open the door and looked inside slowly. There was some sort of basketball game going on, skins versus shirts, and you rolled your eyes when you saw Billy run across the court. He was knocking people down left and right, and threw his arms up in the air after tossing the ball into the basket. The coach blew the whistle again and you watched as a curly haired guy ran out of another door suddenly and you leaned against the bleachers, watching as Billy boasted to his teammates.

Your head turned when the doors opened again and in came the one with the curly hair, but this time he wasn’t alone. Behind him came in Blazer Boy, the one from the night before. He looked stressed out over something as he threw his towel to the ground, glaring over at your stepbrother who taunted him with a wink.

You stayed behind to watch the remainder of the game. You weren’t sure why, but something wasn’t letting you turn away. The coach called it a game, Billy’s team winning, and you watch as the other team sulked away. Blazer Boy stood on the court for a little while longer and rubbed his hands over face as he turned around.

When he dropped his hands, though, his eyes fell on yours and you inhaled sharply.

“Hey!” he called out to you just as you turned to walk out of the gym.

You sighed and turned back around slowly, looking over at him, “Well you’re looking mighty sober.”

“Couldn’t find my car this morning when I stepped out of my house,” he said as he walked over to you. “Then I seemed to remember some stranger grabbing my keys from my hand.”

“You’re welcome, by the way,” you repeated your words from the previous night. “I didn’t hear a thank you.”

“Thank you” he sighed a bit as he came to a stop in front of you. The towel was back over his shoulders as he held his hand on his hips. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it last night.”

“I’ll let it slide. You were a little toasted last night,” you grinned at him.

“So your Billy’s sister, huh?” he asked you.

You snorted and shrugged, “That seems to be the consensus of the day.”

“You got a name?”

You took a deep breath. He was the first one who had asked for your name the entire day and it took you by surprise. You stuttered over your words a little, having no idea why, but you cleared your throat and nodded your head, “I do.”

He paused a bit before speaking, “Are you...going to tell me your name or...?”

“You can call me Mayfield for now,” you said shortly. “What about you?”

“Steve Harrington,” he introduced himself.

“Well Steve Harrington,” you tested his name out and tried to ignore how nice it sounded. “Why were you so drunk and emotional last night?”

He chuckled a bit, “Isn’t that a little too personal?”

“Not for the person who drove your drunk and emotional self home last night,” you shot back at him.

“Fair enough,” he nodded his head slowly and you watched as his hair bobbed while he looked down at the ground. “Girlfriend troubles. If she’s still my girlfriend.”

You nodded your head a bit. You were uncomfortable talking about any sort of relationship issues and you just gave him a short apology, which he brushed off. “Well next time just don’t drink so much,” you gave him a quick warning before you walked off. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked away but you didn’t turn back around to look at him.

It was time for you to pick up Max from school. You pulled your car up to the school and let out a breath as you put it in park. You leaned back in your chair and glanced over at the school, humming to yourself. You couldn’t wait to just get home and relax, having promised Max that you would watch a couple of movies before helping her out with her homework.

You were in your own world before you heard the familiar opening chords to Aerosmith’s “Dream On” and you felt your throat tighten up. You reached forward and shut the radio off immediately before Steven Tyler could sing and you dropped your head against the steering wheel. You whispered to yourself, “You’ve gotta stop this, Y/N.”

Your head shot up and you watched as a 1976 Ford Pinto pulled up quickly. It skidded onto the grass and you jumped out of your car, feeling as if something was wrong but stopped when you saw an older woman jump out and run to the school. You tried not to panic. Breathe in, breathe out, everything was fine.

You leaned against the car but the longer you waited, the harder it became to avoid panicking. Finally, the same woman who had pulled up in the car stepped out of the building and you watched as she lead a boy over to it. You looked behind her and saw Max standing with the three boys from the other day.

“Max!” you called out to her and she looked in your direction, jogging down the stairs towards you with her skateboard under her arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” she tried to reassure but you could tell by her face that it wasn’t.

“Hey you’re that girl from yesterday!” one of the boys shouted.

Max looked behind her and sighed, waving the other guys over. “Guys, this is my sister. Y/N, that’s Dustin, that’s Lucas and that’s Mike,” she pointed to each one as she introduced them.

“That’s your sister?” Lucas asked.

“Whoa,” Dustin said as he stared at you. “There’s two of you?”

Max rolled her eyes, “You could not be any less creepy even if you tried.”

The one named Mike didn’t say much, as he was too busy watching the car pull away.

“It’s nice meeting you guys,” you said to them as you waved your hand a little. “Max, let’s head home, yeah?”

She nodded her head and glanced at the boys one last time before heading to the car. You didn’t say anything else but you could tell something was off and you could only hope that in time, Max would come clean and talk to you about it.

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yavemiel · 6 years

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life after war

Summary: This is what life after war looks like, not just surviving, but living.

Rating: PG-13

Notes: This is for the incredibly lovely @spacepandar for the Rebelcaptain Secret Santa, who requested: 'A simple, peaceful RebelCaptain scene (could be set in the SW-verse or AU)', and who is also the creator of the stunning art by which the vignettes are inspired (go and check out her art tag, it's incredible!).

This story is also available on AO3 here.

This is what life after war looks like.

Jyn runs down the ramp of her transport, heartbeat echoing in her ears, thumping against her bruised ribs, but she doesn’t care, doesn’t care, doesn’t care because somewhere down there, somewhere on this base, Cassian is waiting for her. She hasn’t seen him yet, but she can feel it in her bones.

She turns one corner, then another, scouring the crowds ceaselessly, countless reunions taking place before her eyes, laughter and tears and shouts, but she can’t find him and...wait.

Stop.

There he is, almost blended into the background, a spy to the last, even though the war is over now (the war is over now). His eyes are scanning the crowd, roving restlessly and she can feel a smile spreading over her face as her whole being calms, bodily aches fading away at the sight of him.

He spots her as she moves towards him, weaving her way through the soldiers and a smile lights up his face, weariness banished by joy. He moves towards her too, and suddenly they’re standing in front of each other and she stops dead still, almost afraid to touch him now that the moment is here.

She opens her mouth to say something, anything, but then their eyes meet and her breath catches and whatever he sees on her face breaks the spell and he sweeps her into his arms, holding her tightly and she smiles into his neck and brings her own arms up to hug him back just as tightly.

The base continues bustling around them, but Jyn doesn’t notice or care. She’s home.

This is what life after war looks like.

Jyn’s ribs are aching again and she can barely catch her breath. She feels almost light-headed from the lack of oxygen, can feel her diaphragm hitching as she attempts to get air in, but she can’t help it, she just can’t stop laughing.

Next to her she can feel Cassian’s body shaking with hysterical laughter as well, and her own hilarity fades briefly as she forces her weeping eyes open to take in the sight of his face so close to hers, smile so wide it looks almost painful, the genuine joy on his features erasing the extra years that the stress of fighting a war added.

Then she looks back at Kay, suspended by both feet a good two metres from the ground, his face as annoyed as it can be without mobile features, and she bursts out laughing all over again.

“I fail to comprehend the hilarity in this situation,” he says snippily. “I am in a position of peril, and the two of you are utterly useless.”

Jyn feels Cassian straighten slightly as he attempts to control his laughter, although his speech still has little hiccups of mirth.

“Kay, we told you that there were no bears in this part of Takodana, we told you that the traps were dangerous and that someone would end up caught in them accidentally, and if you can’t understand the irony of finding you literally hoist to your own petard, I’m not sure I can explain it to you.”

Despite his words, he wanders over to the release mechanism in the root of the trap as Jyn continues to giggle.

“Irony is the most pointless of human creations, and I wouldn’t waste processing space on attempting to comprehend something that is at heart, illogical and simply AAAAAAAAK.”

Kay crashes to the ground in a tangle of metal limbs as Cassian hits the release mechanism and as Jyn is overtaken by another wave of helpless mirth, she meets Cassian’s laughing eyes and thinks, yes, this is what we fought for.

This is what life after war looks like.

Cassian loves his new life, he truly does. Settling down with Jyn in a small village in the outer rim in a place that is neither Fest nor Lah’mu but some lush haven that is entirely their own, making friends with the neighbours without ulterior motives, frequent visits from Bodhi and missives from Baze and Chirrut as the latter drags the former around various sand dunes as far as he can make out: this is a life he couldn’t have imagined five, even two years ago, before Jyn blew into his life like a whirlwind, opened his heart and rekindled his optimism and showed him something to live for after the fight was done.

The problem is though, Jyn’s not here right now, and hasn’t been for almost a week, and Cassian is bored.

Whatever complaints he has about his time in the Rebellion (and he has complaints, just not as many as Jyn thinks he should have, and they kind of disagree about the things he’s complaining about), he can’t remember a single moment of boredom. Long flights through hyperspace were filled with intelligence reports or the precious chance to catch an hour’s uninterrupted sleep, ‘down time’ was filled with more reports, repairs to Kay’s chassis or (rarely) a game of sabaac with Kes and Shara.

Now however, faced with his fifth consecutive day of busy work, he’s stumped. Kay has gone with Jyn, their cottage is the cleanest it’s ever been, he’s organised and re-organised their holodisk collection three times and he’s finally come to the reluctant conclusion that Jyn might be right.

He needs a hobby.

Unfortunately he has no idea where one begins looking for such a thing. He wanders round the house aimlessly for a few hours before reluctantly sitting down at their data centre and logging onto the holonet.

His hands hover over the keys for a moment before he hesitantly types in ‘hobby for men’. He waits briefly as the page loads, then his eyes widen and he hits the ‘back’ button as fast as he possibly can, because honestly, what is wrong with people?

He considers more carefully this time before searching for ‘games to waste time’. He scrolls quickly past the first-person shooter games, because honestly, he’s had enough of that to last a lifetime. He plays a few rounds of a memory game that requires him to match up covered tiles, but quickly tires of that and moves onto something that bills itself as ‘gentle fun, making friends with animals and designing your own space’ which...huh. He designs his avatar and logs in.

Three hours later he hears the door slam and he jumps but doesn’t get up from his desk. Mere minutes after that, he hears footsteps behind him and then a familiar scent and a familiar voice capture his senses.

“What’s so interesting that I didn’t merit a welcome after five days away?” She sounds amused, and he can feel his body swaying towards her, like a parched man towards water, but he only needs one more pear and then he’ll have completed all his tasks for the day and the animals will be fully fed.

She leans closer over his shoulder and he resists the urge to lean back into her because the mood has changed, it’s a game now, and well, he always was competitive.

“Animal...Crossing?”

“It’s fun,” he says, taking mock offense at the incredulity in her voice. “And I just have to find one more pear and then I’ll be done for the day.”

She slides an arm around his waist and slips closers so she’s talking directly into his ear. “And is this pear more important than greeting your wife after five days apart?”

He can feel his resolve weakening, his whole being longing to be near to her after a very long five days, but he only smirks in response and says, “Well you know how goal-oriented I can be, my love.”

He can feel her smirk as she lowers her lips to his neck, her whisper raising the hairs there. “I think you’ll find I’m pretty good at providing distractions.”

He shudders and his head lolls forward. He makes a last ditch effort to focus on the screen in front of him, but Jyn trails her lips up to the lightning spot behind his ear and sucks gently and he keens slightly and gives it up as a lost cause, turning to envelop her in his arms and press kiss after kiss to her laughing mouth, animals and pears utterly forgotten.

This is what life after war looks like.

He worries sometimes.

It all seems a little too good to be true, this new life they’ve built for themselves rooted in light and joy. He worries about what happens when someone finds out about their past, about Jyn’s father, about the murders he committed in the name of the Rebellion, the blood on her hands, on his, worries that they will be driven out of this safe place by outraged neighbours.

(Their neighbours are no fools and can guess that the newcomers with watchful eyes and concealed weapons have a past, but so does everyone, and as long as they pull their weight and do no harm, the villagers consider the past to be in the past where it belongs)

She worries sometimes.

She worries that maybe it’s not enough, maybe she’s not enough, that Cassian will be bored, will question his decision to leave the Rebellion to live a life of quiet domesticity in a tiny village with her. She worries about what will happen when the next war comes (because there’s always another war), if he will feel the call to arms, the strings of duty tugging his limbs and heart and mind back to the battlefield away from her, because her warring days are done.

(Cassian is done with war, done with battlefields, done with anything that doesn’t involve Jyn and happiness. He tries to show her by throwing himself into every part of their life, by externalising his satisfaction as much as he can, but he knows she won’t believe it until they come asking for him again and he turns them down, because that past is the past and that’s where it belongs)

They worry sometimes.

It’s only human, and they’re only human, muddling their way through their life together, and most of the time, it’s fine, they’re fine. Sometimes though, it all becomes too much. Cassian flinches at perfectly ordinary questions from neighbours, Jyn’s heart leaps into her throat when she spies Cassian watching the holonews, and on days like that, they retreat together, back into the one space that was always theirs alone even when they were in the Rebellion. They lie in bed together, with the curtains closed and the lights off, curled into one and other, barely able to make out each other’s features, and into the darkness they drop their fears and give comforting words and take comfort in the warm press of bodies tangled together.

(They set the world to rights, the past back in the past where it belongs, and Jyn and Cassian drift off to sleep in each other’s arms where they belong)

This is what life after war looks like.

Funnily enough, it’s a holopic that makes it click for Jyn.

The Rebellion is years behind them now, streaks of grey at Cassian’s temples and proud laugh lines around Jyn’s eyes, and yet still sometimes she eyes the comm unit with suspicion when Leia comms, waiting for that call to arms that will take Cassian from her.

She’s in Cassian’s study, a grandiose name for a tiny alcove in which he has set up a computer and comms unit and all the papers he needs to do accounts for everyone in the village. She’s looking for a particular sheet of paper in a pile of neverending papers, cursing Cassian and his need to keep a copy of every single thing, when she glances up and does a double take.

Tucked up next to the comm unit is a holopic, right at where Cassian’s eye line would be. It’s of the two of them, from years ago, just after they moved to Takodana, tucked into one another and smiling almost shyly at the camera, still a little uncertain, but joyful and free. She remembers Bodhi taking the holo, his laughing face as he demanded they stand in front of their new house for a picture because ‘this is a moment you’re going to want to remember forever!’

She feels tears spring to her eyes as she looks at it, a blatant reminder of the importance that Cassian places on them, and she can feel the uncertainty inside her snap like an overstretched band of elastic, replaced by a core of steel certainty, that this is it. They will last.

She doesn’t know how long she stands there but eventually Cassian comes looking for her, but she hastily wipes at her eyes as he slides into the alcove before her.

“Hey, have you found it yet? It should be under the...Jyn?” He trails off and becomes alarmed as he takes in the tear tracks on her face.

“What’s wrong?” He moves closer, taking her in his arms even as he glances rapidly around the tiny space, searching for the threat. She can’t take her eyes off him, reaches up to touch his face, drawing his attention back to her.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she says, unable to stop the massive smile spreading over her face. “In fact, everything is perfectly right.”

She stretches up to press a kiss to his lips, and despite his confusion she can feel him responding, softening, one arm sliding up her back to cradle her head, and she can feel a new wave of tears threatening at the tenderness.

She pulls back just far enough to look him in the eye. “I love you, you know.”

He still looks puzzled, but happiness is beginning to overtake. “I do, I know that. I love you too.”

She beams at him, and then looks back at the holo. “I think I finally figured out why you’re sticking around.”

She looks back at him and finds he’s followed her gaze. When he looks back at her, she can see the understanding in his face and she feels a swell of love as he completes the memory.

“Welcome home.”

fin

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cassatine · 6 years

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Okay so! THE LAST JEDI. I wanted to do a coherent post and all but hings happened so. Spoilers ahead. Like a lot of spoilers. I recommend not reading if you haven’t seen the movie. No really don’t.

The [tl:dr]: I loved it! I’m also glad I saw it twice. First viewing felt like a weird mix of things I’d expected (including things I expected two years ago and had started thinking would Not Happen) but the way it all worked together was a punch to the gut. Also I cried a lot, which is not great for visibility. Second viewing was more enjoyable. There’s something very smoke and mirror to the story; it plays with expectations and then turns things on their head. It’s a very clever movie, tho it’s definitely got its flaws. I hardly felt the two hours and a half, could actually have done with a longer runtime because some things moved really fast. It’s also very funny, when it’s not breaking your heart and stepping repeatedly on it. In a (mostly) good way.

The more or less good:

Starting with that assault on the Dreadnought and Paige Tico’s death, the Resistance plot went where SW rarely does. Poe learning to look at the big picture and the sad economics of war and resistance, the bleeding out of Resistance forces, the unsurprising reveal that god guys and bad guys buy their military hardware from the the same sources, it’s a relentless onslaught. The New Republic is a non-entity, the First Order has weapons aplenty, and the stage is set for a new Empire to be born and a new Rebellion to rise, and it’s all very tragic, but it’s a Star Wars, so of course the good guys live to fight another day light the spark at the end, a source of inspiration for every child escaped from a Dickens novel across the GFFA

Finn and Rose’s plot was lovely - Rose was altogether amazing, and her line about fighting to protect what you love rather than destroy what you hate is... a tad cheesy i guess but in the best of ways. I love that she wants to protect her sister’s memory and that it’s freeing the farthiers that makes the Canto Bight events worth it (i mean they’ll probably be caught again in less than a week because that’s the way of the world, but attagirl!), and that “I saved you, dummy” line. That one reviewer that called her the heart of the movie was pretty much right.

Luke throwing the saber behind him. Mark Hamill was nothing short of great, but this moment was so very understated and yet so defining, so meaningful. also: Rey’s reaction.

Actually everything to do with Luke was pretty great. His backstory was kept sparse, but he’s basically following in his master’s footsteps by exiling himself on a nowhere planet after a massive fuck-up, very poetic. Being a Skywalker he’s got to take it one step further drama-wise, with the whole *the Jedi will die with me* thing. Vanity!, screams ghost Yoda.

I love that it’s fundamentally a movie about failure, and what you do after. Luke’s failure of Ben looms large, and behind it there’s the Jedi Order’s failure but he’s not the only one. Poe fails at being a leader. Finn and Rose’s mission fails. Rey fails to turn Kylo, who kind of fails as a general rule. He failed and was failed by Luke, and he kind of failed Snoke as an apprentice, from a certain point of view. All the Resistance’s plans fail. Snoke fails and die. Chewie fails at keeping porgs away. It’s a debacle left and right, and then the 3D-marionette-Yoda gives us deep words of deeper wisdom than even Rose’s, reminding us that in every failure there’s a lesson. When it doesn’t kill you or you’re not a casualty for someone else’s lesson at least hahahaha.

The Jedi Order’s founding texts and Yoda’s “page-turners they are not” yes thank you

Snoke and his playing up Kylo and Hux against each other. From the moment he humiliated Hux publicly to his final words, Snoke is skin-crawling awful, moreso than in TFA. There’s not one moment I don’t want to point to and go “eeeeew” about, srsly.

Chewie eating a porg. I feel so validated.

Kylo’s epic love story with bad choices. Attaboy.

Force Bond. CAN YOU PUT ON A COWL SOMETHING thanks for this most cliché scene straight out of a romance novel I AM LIVING!!! fucking hell. On a similar note, Rey and Kylo’s handsex. fingertips sex? whatever, it was just wow, tag ur metaphorical porn star wars, please. also: Luke’s reaction.

Vice-Admiral Holdo is the lady of my heart and if she had to die I guess her death scene was a crowning moment of awesome at least. I wonder if the discourse will now feature fights about “if it was that easy they’d have done it with the Death Stars” and “why didn’t they.” Not looking forward to that. Not looking forward any of the discourse. At all.

The Rey parentage reveal. The scenes on Ahch-to with the dark side spot calling to her and the vision were some of my favourites, and well, Rey Random’s always been my horse, so! Very satisfying. I’m kind of wary at this point, and not sure how much trust I can put in Kylo’s words tbh, but I’m choosing to believe.

THE THRONE ROOM FIGHT WITH THE LOBSTERGUARDS??? The beginning with Rey and Kylo back to back was EVERYTHING and the whole thing was just perfect G O D

And then the Kylo/Luke fight happened and wow

RENPEROR i mean - this is the one thing i wanted and had stopped believing in and i got it, he turned against Snoke in yet another crowning moment of awesome (HIS REAL ENEMY!!) and made Hux go long live the supreme leader - at which point i started to pity Hux. He’s having a no good, very bad, terrible day and he suffers so much it’s all kinds of amazing. Anyway, by the end of TLJ, Kylo’s more sympathetic than he was in TFA imo (for general audiences) and graduating to big bad. I kind of expected one or the other, but both at once?

Something in me is disappointed at the Force plot - I wanted weird eldritch Force shit, and I guess I got some on Ahch-to, but nothing to do with Snoke. As much as I like pretty much everything, including how Snoke’s death subverted expectations and changed the game, I kind of miss the road(s) not taken.

Speaking of subverted expectations - I think I need (more) sleep and another viewing or two or three to decide how much I actually like it all, but expectations were masterfully subverted. Who Snoke is doesn’t matter because he’s dead, Kylo is still conflicted, Rey kind of became a Jedi but wow does she flirt with the dark side, and Rey Skywalker was found dead and butchered in Miami. The Resistance ends up in tatters, Luke is busy with self-exile and never technically leaves Ahch-to

REY STOLE THE BOOKS oh my girl lbr i would have too

Luke’s final projection act and how beautifully set up it was and his reunion with Leia. Insert river of tears.

The more or less bad and the stuff that made me sad:

Yoda looked fugly. I can’t not say it.

I loved Amilyn, and her death was a crowning moment of awesome, but also, a woman died so a man could learn a lesson

on a similar note, a species (nick)named the Caretakers made up of feminine aliens engaged in (mostly) feminine-coded activities

DJ was rather underwhelming as a character

Rey went really fast from murderous snake monster to ~touching Kylo’s hand - timeline wise, all this happens in huh less... than... 18... hours?? though Ahch-to is like, a vergence, which means time passes differently there, it’s just never made explicit, and it’s still less than 18 hours for Kylo Ben - head hurts - in any case just one more force convo laden with tension could have helped

*Everything* happened really fast tbh. There were a lot of twists and turns, and as I said it’s very clever, but sometimes at the expanse of character growth? it’s a bit bumpier a road

FUCKING INTENDED BOOK BURNING WHAT IS IT WITH YOU STAR WARS WEREN’T THE JEDI ARCHIVES ENOUGH??

RENPEROR yeah it’s both in the good AND the bad because: i wanted it, i wanted it dearly, but also: what. no really, what.

noooooo rey don’t close the door on kylo don’t nooooo

Okay that’s not much on the bad and there’s things i’m undecided on but that’s long enough.

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Worn Out

Warnings: None

Word Count: 447 (original starter), 2211 (new section) = 2658 total

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Previously on Worn Out: The nights had been drawing shorter, a soft frost coating every surface in the early mornings. You had wrapped up warm, wearing an old sweater on top of your clothes as you headed into town for a hot chocolate. Having bought the drink you took a seat on an old, worn out sofa in the small coffee shop and pulled out case notes on the latest case you were following. After growing up as a hunter and studying at college you had earned a good degree and worked your way to a secure position in the FBI. You were looking over the case notes as the door to the coffee shop opened and you heard a familiar voice order a set of coffees. Looking over the brim of your mug you saw Sam Winchester standing at the counter, scanning the room until his eyes land on you. In two strides he was standing by your table smiling wide, pulling you in for a tight hug. You stared and hugged back, staring at the man you had been told was long dead. He smiled and as he spoke you stared, eyes narrowing as your hand moved to the gun on your hip. Sam, however, noticed your movement and held his hands up and motioned to the sofa opposite you.

“I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh?” he sighed and collected the two mugs of coffee and sat across from you.

“You’re supposed to be dead. I saw the death certificates… I went to your grave…” you muttered as Sam tilted his head, looking over you.

“You’ve lost weight… Y/N,” Sam began, his eyes scanning over you, “You’re wearing my old sw… oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N/N.”

You looked down to the file that lay open on the table in front of you, Sam’s eyes followed yours to see the reports on missing people from the town you were in.

“You’re here for the hunt…” you muttered before leaning in, “Don’t use your fake FBI credentials here, I’m with my partner and he will pick up on them.”

Sam tilted his head, “Wha… Y/N… you’re FBI?”

You passed him your very much read credentials and sighed, “I work for a department that basically took up the Men of Letter’s work without the name. My partner isn’t the fondest of hunters, especially those who pretend to be FBI agents.”

As you gave Sam this warning your phone buzzed to a text from your partner:

~You never told me you were friends with the Winchesters. And you never told me this case was demons, Bambi. We need to talk about this, now.~

Looking over the text your jaw clenched at the nickname your partner used. As you got ready to reply once more the coffee shop door opened and in walked the very man who had just texted you. He smirked over to you and ordered his usual black coffee before walking towards your table.

“Hey there Bambi, Winchester,” he smiled at you before shooting Sam an unwelcoming look, “Thought you were six feet under Sammy boy.”

“And who are you?” Sam retorted through gritted teeth, his body tense and on guard.

Your partner chuckled, “I’m little Bambi’s partner, Special Agent Harmond. You know, I bet I could arrest you on multiple counts of murder and impersonating an FBI agent.”

Before he could continue you snapped, “But you won’t.”

Both men looked over to you while you locked eyes with your partner, in a battle of will. After a few moments of silence, he yielded and smirked, taking a seat next to you. Sam raised a brow as you adjusted on the sofa, immediately becoming more professional. Harmond looked to the case file that remained open on the table in front of you sipping his coffee.

“I’ll catch you later Y/N/N, dinner tonight?” Sam asked which you nodded to and smiled softly. Sam looked to your partner and rolled his eyes before grabbing his and Dean’s coffee, leaving and heading back to their motel.

“They’re dangerous Bambi. Why didn’t you ever mention you were friends with the Winchesters? That is crucial information! Nevermind this fucking case being demons,” he snapped and moved across to the other sofa.

“We discussed that nickname, stop calling me that. And I don’t have to tell you shit, this case is a simple one.” you retorted, glaring at him, “And anyway Joshua, it’s only one demon, a rogue one.”

“Let me guess, the same one that got your mother dead all those years ago… wasn’t that some other hunter’s fault? Let’s hope history won’t repeat itself, Bambi, after all, you hunters are all alike, arrogant bastards.”

You tensed and grabbed your case file and bags, “Bite me, asshole.”

After leaving the coffee shop you walked along the streets until you reached your hotel before passing by and heading for the small park most of the victims had been taken from. The demon had been taking women in their 20s, they would turn up a few days later in front of the church, their eyes burned out. You took a seat on one of the benches and opened the case file once more, looking at each of the women you can clearly see the pattern. Each woman looked similar to you.

“You got my message, finally,” a voice spoke and took a seat beside you, the dark suit they wore smelled so strongly of Hell you almost choked. “It took you longer this time, that was five dead, you usually arrive after three. I know your gun is on your hip but we both know you won’t reach for it, you aren’t that stupid little one. Your mother taught you better than that, the angel she was...”

“She died because of you,” you stated, staring ahead, the voice sighed as a hand touched your shoulder, “My partner is here, so are the Winchesters, you didn’t have to kill anyone to get my attention. But you enjoy that, don’t you?”

The voice laughed as you looked over, his messy dirty-blonde hair and the mischief in his eyes looked normal. His suit, however, was new and you had to admit you were not the fondest of it. He tilted his head and looked over you, a brow raising as he pulled at the sweater, straightening out a crumple. One hand moved to your hair and gently moved it from your face as the word darkened and you slumped against him.

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Sam’s POV

Y/N looked smaller, she had definitely lost weight since the last time I had seen her, and she was so uncomfortable when her partner came in. He called her Bambi unless he is oblivious to her history he’s a dick. After leaving the coffee shop I jumped into the impala to tell Dean, pulling into the motel Dean was waiting, looking tense. I had barely climbed out of Baby when he jogged over and took his coffee.

“Sammy, we need to get to the morgue.” Dean stated as he gulped down his coffee and climbed into the driver’s seat of Baby and motioned for me to get into the other side.

“What’s got you freaking out?” I asked, “I thought you said this case was an easy one?”

Once I had climbed into the impala Dean began driving, fast. His whole body was tense, “We thought this was a demon on a joy ride, but these murders aren’t the first of this type and they always end just after the FBI get here. The real FBI… I read up on some of the other cases, Sammy its Y/N.”

“Yeah, I saw her in the coffee shop, she said not to use our FBI alias’... you don’t think she has something to do with this?” I asked confused.

“They always stop after she gets to town, but she goes missing, she always goes missing. Sam what if the person killing people simply does it to get to her… And why would they let her go?” Dean asked, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering, “If she’s here, you go find her and look after her. Don’t let her get taken.”

I nodded, getting Dean to pull over at the coffee shop so I could jump out and find Y/N.

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Reader’s POV

You woke with your wrists being held above your head in soft leather cuffs, your gun lay on a table to the side and the man was sitting with another woman, healing her. Once she was healed he touched her head and she disappeared from the room, he stood and walked in front of you. His eyes scanned your body before crossing his arms.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight Y/N,” he sighed and shook his head, “What did we discuss last time?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s with the restraints? Also, why are we still on Earth? No Hell this time?”

“Have to make it believable for when that partner eventually finds us, right?” he smirked as you pulled on the restraints, “I even gave that last woman the location and a message for him.”

“What did you do?” you asked, paling slightly.

“Nothing, yet. Now I am afraid this may hurt but don’t worry, I would never do something irreversible kiddo,” he smiled softly and touched your forehead as you screamed and felt cuts form over your body, “We both know they wouldn’t last long otherwise.”

Your head slumped forward as you whimpered, feeling the cuts deepen until you knew the blood loss would cause a normal person to pass out. It didn’t take long before you heard your partner’s voice call your name as he made his way through the building. You heard the door to the room you were in open before your partner’s hands were cupping your face.

“Y/N? What the fuck happened? How?” he swore and fumbled as he tried to unlock the cuffs.

You slumped against him as he finally got you down, “Not a demon,” you whispered.

“No, I’m not a demon,” a voice called out, “And you ran straight into my trap pretty boy.”

Harmond looked over you, ignoring the voice as he slung one arm over his shoulders and began carrying you out of the room. You tried to stop him before hearing a loud bang and looking to see a fire growing up the opposite side of the building.

“Y/N, come on, we can get out,” Joshua called and lifted you into his arms, “I’m not leaving you here Bambi.”

You looked up to him, “I’m not the one in danger,” you stated as the doors slammed closed and you were thrown aside, hitting the wall hard before you lay on the dusty floor.

“Y/N/N!” you heard Sam yell.

“Oh, now this is a party!” the man who took you laughed, “You even brought the Winchesters!”

Harmond watched as you lay on the floor, pulling his gun and looking for the source of the voice. He tried to move out of the room but was held in place. You pushed yourself up and looked to the corner where the man stood. Harmond’s eyes following yours as he fired a few rounds at the laughing man. He stepped out of the shadows as both Winchesters ran into the room, taking in the scene as you stood.

“Y/N, you can leave now,” the man smirked.

You shook your head as Dean growled, “Y/N come on, we can go.”

Sam’s eyes were locked with the man as he laughed. You stood as the wounds covering your body healed. The man was watching Harmond as he continued to attempt to run away. Sam slowly made his way to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you held onto the Winchester, looking towards the man.

“Leave this alone Uncle,” you stated, everyone’s eyes fell to you.

Dean pointed from you to the man, “Lucifer is your uncle!?”

“My dad left when my mum was pregnant… kinda hard for Michael to raise a kid,” you groaned.

“Bambi, what the fuck are they talking about?” Harmond snapped making your uncle flip.

“Stop calling her that,” he growled as the flames grew.

Lucifer took a step towards Harmond as you yelled out and the fires died out, the three men vanished leaving only you and your uncle in the room. He turned to face you, rage seeping from him and filling the air with an almost suffocating feeling. You stood tall as his rage turned to you.

“You allow him to disrespect your mother? You actually let him, I can’t believe you’re my blood at times,” Lucifer hissed. “You are the child of an Archangel, act like it Y/N.”

“And I will not idly sit on the sidelines and watch you harm the people I love. Or Harmond.” you snarled, “Do you really want to do this with me?”

Lucifer tensed before sighing, “No, go back to your petty humans. We will discuss this later.”

“No more bodies, just phone me.” You sighed and looked to him, “please, I don’t want to lose you too dad.”

Lucifer sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your hair, “I know kiddo, and I am sorry about your adopted mother, she wasn’t supposed to be harmed.”

You nodded and headed back into town to find Sam and Dean talking with Joshua. All three turned to you as you approached, Sam running to you, cupping your face and looking for any signs of injury. Dean stood with his arms crossed, watching you as Joshua stared in shock.

“I’m tired, can you yell at me tomorrow?” you asked, “He’s gone.”

By the time you had woken and showered the next morning, you were just pulling your shirt over your head as a knock on your door sounded and you heard Sam call your name. Sighing and deciding that prolonging the inevitable was pointless you opened the door and the three men stepped into your bedroom.

“Come in, I guess?” you snapped, slightly irritated.

“You have a whole heap of explaining to do Bambi,” Harmond retorted and took a seat at the small table, looking up to you, “Do I have to bring you in? Are you a danger to us too?”

You glared at your partner, “First of all, quit using that nickname. Second, you couldn’t if you tried and third… depends how much you piss me off, I’m still armed buddy.”

The brothers both snickered as Joshua clenched his fists but fell silent, after a short moment of silence Dean spoke as he took a seat on the sofa. You sighed and quickly poured yourself a coffee while Sam sat on the edge of your bed, all three men staring at you.

“Y/N, can you explain this?” Dean asked softly.

As you nodded you looked to the corner of the room, “No point hiding Castiel, I can see you and you know this.” Cas appeared, leaning against the wall as Dean’s eyes narrowed, “Lucifer didn’t lie, Michael is my dad. I’m an angel…”

“Nephilim,” Dean corrected.

“No, Y/N is an angel. She is the child of Michael… and Lucifer,” Castiel confirmed.

All three men stared, Joshua’s hand twitching at his gun, “Thanks Cas, but yeah, Lucifer and Michael are my parents. I don’t like thinking about how they left me with a very kind woman, she was a hunter, she died. What else do you want to know?”

“Who is the girl you’re possessing?” Sam asked, “She has a name too, and a family.”

You shook your head, “I’m like Uncle Gabe, I haven’t possessed anyone. This is my vessel, it's me. Uncle Cas has been keeping me hidden from the others, he didn’t want me to get hurt.”

“Why?” Sam asked looking to you confused.

“I’m an archangel…”

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0: Prologue - or more of a preface

I'm one of those who likes to ramble and publish the ramble without editing it, so these will be messy!

'prologue' Middle English: from Old French, via Latin from Greek prologos, from pro- ‘before’ + logos ‘saying’.

And before anything is said about the book, I want to give context to this all. I didn't participate in the Hobbit group-read - mostly because I wasn't in this fandom at the time - so I'm not 100% sure what everything should be in these posts. Also I'm very bad at doing actual thoughtful commentary, especially on books. It's easier on visual media, but my "commentary" is still usually half sentences that don't make any sense. I have two hobbit trilogies worth of notes to testify that. - Or, like seen here, I read fifteen levels into each word.

Should be mostly spoiler free, since I don't even know what happens past mid-point of The Two Towers in the books.

Reading this with a close eye (I have to, otherwise I might just skim everything), I noticed the wording "seldom now reach three feet". Hobbits used to vary between two and four feet, huh? So even though the films portrayed the hobbits all about four feet tall (Bilbo's listed as being 4'2'' in the art book so I'm going off that), that was more the upper limit for "normal" height. And then a few sentences later there's this: "[Bullroarer] was surpassed [in height] -- only by two famous characters of old; *but that curious matter is dealt with in this book*." I'm probably reading too much into it, but does it suggest that Frodo and Sam are especially tall for Hobbits, even in their time?

On feet: I'm a writer and research random things sometimes. Last night I was reading through nanowrimo's research forum, checking everything that sounded interesting, and stumbled upon a topic on barefoot running. From what I read, it's more likely that hobbits actually walk more on the balls of their feet than on heels, as it's easier on knees and hips. Not a detail that would get much notice in a book, but could be explored in art. (Maybe not so much in film, given the limitation of feet prosthetics used.) Walking like that consumes more energy than walking on heels, so if they're walking tip-toe all day, no wonder hobbits eat more!

On pipeweed: "tobacco of the Southfarthing play[s] a part in the history that follows" I still don't have the full context for this one (recall my words that I'm in Chapter X of Book III?) but I recall being absolutely confused by this the first time. How could tobacco play a part in world history? Well, I know a bit now, (again, Chapter X) but still not much. (And well I've read portions of the Atlas so that was a few spoilers *shrug* but spoilers are still not full context!)

Given how idyllic the Shire is portrayed in the movies, I'm actually surprised not all Hobbits can read!

"who reached a hundred as often as not" means 50% of hobbits reach 100 years of age, right? I'm no mathmagician, and median is not mean, but does that suggest hobbits have a life expectancy of 100 years? Given the lack of modern technology in Middle-Earth, I'm rather surprised. How long might hobbits live if they lived in modern times? (In visible populations, with modern tech)

On the finding of the Ring: "the party was assailed by orcs in -- the Misty Mountains" nitpicking and grammar-filing, but I actually discussed at length with a friend about the difference between orcs and goblins, since in the Hobbit movies, only the ones under Misty Mountains are called goblins, and Azog and his army are called orcs. Of course it would be repetitive to repeat the discussion here, but I find it interesting that the switch from English 'goblin' to Westron 'orc' was here applied "retroactively" so to speak. (And also, 'goblin' will always say to me 'funny little creature under a mountain', whereas 'orc' is 'dangerous thing do not approach')

"the ring slipped quietly on to his finger" and given what I know of the ring, it was all deliberate by it. Ring wants to go back to its master, and it cannot achieve that goal by staying with Gollum. Making Bilbo invisible will help the ring out of the cave. ... I suddenly wonder if there are fics written in the Ring's POV? (Too bad the ring didn't know Hobbits are not so easily influenced by it) "the ring, secured by a fine chain --" which we never saw in the films! I wanted to see the ring on a chain like a pocket watch!

Regarding the last few sentences of the chapter. (I've quoted so much directly by now that I think I'll pass, esp. for this long an excerpt) I didn't really notice it last time, but this really makes it sound more like a preface to a historical novel than a work of fiction - which was the idea, I suppose, given this is meant to be the English translation of Red Book of Westmarch. In any case, detailing events so far into the book and past the scope of its prose section is certainly a different approach to fiction! (It also explained a few things I was left wondering about regarding movie's Gray Havens scene.)

I also want to detail how I got into this fandom, because it ties into the prologue a bit.

I tried watching the LotR movies back in 2014 (I wanted to watch the Hobbit films, so maybe I could go see BoFA in theatre, but knew I should start with LotR), but kinda fell asleep (or something) during FotR (like I did watch it through but didn't really focus on it) so I let that plan be (even though I had all three films borrowed from the library so honestly I could have just rewatched it the following day), and didn't come back to it until this summer (2016 July in case I someday have a theme that doesn't have time stamps) when YLE (Finnish national radio/tv broadcaster) showed them on tv and they were also available online for a few weeks. Did the traditional method of marathoning all three in a row, didn't finish till 4am. I have a friend who joked about me being the one to learn Sindarin once I'd read the books, but after LotR, I said something to the effect of "well I'm not that much into this" - like, for me, back then, it was still "a film classic I must watch to be a proper young adult" type of deal.

Then I got the Hobbit trilogy from the library, and this is where I need to get into detail. I had a new computer ("new", it's over five years old, but it used to be my brother's so it's new to me), so I wanted to watch the DVDs on that, but I couldn't find AUJ on DVD in the library so had to take Blu-Ray. I swear this is relevant. DoS and BoFA I did get on DVD. So I watched AUJ on tv screen, and then next tday DoS on computer. And half of BoFA.

... Not because of the movie itself. It was my computer that fucked up. You see, it's that old and has a bad processor, so it couldn't handle me watching 4+ hours of DVD straight. Cut it off twice in the Dale scenes. I got mad and didn't get that it was because the computer was overheating. Anyway, now I'm getting to the point.

I mentioned I got the films from the library? Well, I also got FotR and The Hobbit books at the same time, and because I was still in the middle of BoFA, I started with FotR. Can you see where this is going? Well, I had been spoiled back in 2014 so technically I knew, but I had forgotten it, and then "On the Finding of the Ring" had to mention it. Killed my mood for a while, but I pressed on with the book. A few days later I finished BoFA, dug up the hobbit tags of those I followed, started following more people, read basically all meta I could find, and here I am. I'm still definitely more Hobbit person than LotR person (definitely more dwarf person than elf person!), but that may or may not change during this read-though. I'm in the middle of TTT, (After reading through FotR in a month...) so I don't know if I'll continue with that, or just re-read FotR and then have initial reactions to books 3-6. (I read the appendixes a lot for reference purposes so I don't count them here) In either case, this should be fun! It's sometimes scary to be in this fandom because I'm only a very tiny person who hasn't read everything yet, but frick, fandoms should be welcoming, I doubt you're as bad as the old SW fandom was joked to be. (I recall a text post that listed quizzing on Wedge's shoelaces or something)

Said friend? Well, she wasn't *wrong*... I took up Khuzdul.

#mine #text post #silmread #lotr: prologue #/#//#lotr #amy liveblogs everything #long post #for gods sake tumble don't mess up my formatting #shorter post now that i moved the readmore a lot higher

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