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queenofnohr · 2 years

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Not the OG anon, but curious now: would Aias knowing that Zenos survived entirely by accident (he had no idea the Resonant would do that and fully planned to die, the universe just told him no), change his opinion on him, or nah?

EW spoilers below the cut

so, for context, the zenos ask i reblogged earlier was an ask i received and answered wayyyyyy back in like december? when queue times were still abhorrent trying to get in to do endwalker. and i guess that was apparent but also because of that, my answer was basically just sorta pouring whatever aias' feelings in various points of the story would be, though not necessarily chronologically. and i mostly reblogged it because it was really funny how i got Exactly What I Wanted from EW and wanted to rb bc a friend recently completed it who would also appreciate how i wanted (and then received) the Heaven's Feel flavors

and so I suppose this ask is sorta basing it on the last image I left off with, because it was the last time we saw Zenos - that Aias' begrudging and newly burgeoning respect for Zenos would be dashed upon finding out he didn't actually die...... And while I don't really see a point in contemplating "would Aias change his opinion on Zenos based on information he canonically did/would not receive," I thiiiiiiiink this is a good opportunity to follow up on the previous ask?

We'll start at the end. In my previous ask, I said I wanted a Heaven's Feel like Kotomine-Shirou confrontation between Aias and Zenos, where Aias realizes his distaste for Zenos is because he likes him - because they're uncomfortably similar in nature and so they can only end in a mutual destruction from a clashing of similar ways of being, but different ideals, in a completely meaningless battle wherein the fate of [whatever the story stakes are] are no longer on the line, but the simple fact They Must Fight has to be fulfilled. Yet I also mentioned I didn't know where to put it - I toyed with the idea of putting it somewhere that wasn't at the end 1. because I didn't want to cop HF too hard and 2. because I didn't know what EW would have in store for me. However, as it turns out, EW gave me exactly what I wanted for Aias and put it smack at the end, so that's what we end up with.

Even if, in 5.5 knowing Zenos is alive again, Aias loses all respect for him, where he ends up at the end of 6.0 is realizing that he does, in fact, like Zenos.

Now, for the evolution of his opinion.....

First of all, I should start with the fact that Aias himself is pretty even-tempered. He might have moments of very strong feeling that bubbles to the surface, but all-in-all, he's a cup. He's made to hold his emotions well. He might not cope well (see: destroying his body and soul by performing summoning/creation magics to allow his dead friends to use his body and "live" through him once more), but even that's something that was pondered and not like...... a Teen Titans Raven-esque unleashing of power due to grief, yaknow? ANYWAY. a bit tangential, but my main point is that it's actually rare for deep emotion to hold sway over Aias even should he experience it. The second thing about his nature is that he actually does, like, reflect on his adventures and such, and through his reflections his opinions do tend to change. It happened once with Zenos, without any intervention on Zenos' part - Zenos killed himself, Aias' opinion of him was lower than low because of Zenos' projecting onto him, but then he gained respect for him not even finding out new information about him, but contemplating the way that he died and the fact that it could be seen as a type of martyrdom.

So, considering Zenos, I think the next time he actually interacts with him in "In From the Cold," he kind of just sees Zenos as pathetic. Sure Fandaniel does the whole body switcheroo, but to be quite honest, Aias isn't the type of person to be phased by that or Zenos taking his body for a joy ride. He goes with the flow, and even this is no different, because He Is Who He Is and He Can Only Be Himself, no matter what body he's in.

Zenos does try to do the like...... Ultimate betrayal of killing his friends with his body but ultimately doesn't succeed and doesn't even like...... single-mindedly try to continue trying to hurt the scions afterward. Like obviously the little one-two switcheroo happened, but for Zenos' part, aside from Bad Guy Smirk Going To Kill Scions, it's so extremely emotionless - robotic even - that I cannot believe he is deriving any enjoyment from the charade. Sure he tries to play the villain - and that's what it is, a play - but it's so....... He tells you exactly what his plan is after the fact (yaknow. consuming gods and killing your friends so you'll come at him with hate) but there's no oomph to it. he doesn't tell you how bad he wants to see your friends gutted and every horrible thing he wants to do to them - because the fact is, he doesnt actually want to do it. he doesn't not want to do it either - it's just a chore for him to take care of, an unnotable step in a recipe, before he gets his reward. All he wants is a fight! All he wants is to relive that Ala Mhigo confrontation! And Aias sees that this is all just...... the homicidal equivalent of a child acting out to get attention and it's not even a [Lahabrea voice] pathetic, but an act worthy of pity. Aias looks at him and sees a man who knows what he wants, but fumbles around blindly and half-heartedly to get it, not knowing at all how to go about it.

(The fact is - the whole time, the whole time - he could've just asked. He'd have to earn Aias' respect again somehow to be able to actually be his friend (though the magnitude might never match up) because Aias is a cup. Make thine wish unto him and ye shall receive.)

The moon and Garlemald 2 electric boogaloo have Zenos be nothing but a sort of...... nuisance to Aias, akin to how it actually goes but with a mite less intensity your WoL is suppose to show. Really, Aias is like "uhhhh i got other things to do, man," and while he glares in cutscenes, I don't think canonically Aias would even do that. which is probably even more frustrating/disheartening for zenos.

However, during his time in Elpis, when he sees Hermes despairing, asking what the meaning of existence is, being questioned by Venat if his journey was worthwhile, etc. he realizes that...... Zenos is the answer. Not, like, in an intimate way, and it needn't be Zenos specifically, but he thinks about this dude who lives for one singular thing - who has fucking nothing but still goes on living despite dejection and rejection in pursuit of this thing - and he thinks about himself who started his journey on a quest to find a purpose, to find something worth dying for...... And realizes that not only are they the same in their pursuit of something that will eventually result in their death, but that the only meaningful thing about being alive is if you find meaning, if you find something worthwhile, if you find something fun, and that no one can answer that for you.

The only difference is that Aias has grown beyond needing to find something he is willing to die for - has grown beyond his need to display his love in a way that he will give his body and soul for, that the unconditionality of it cannot be questioned. And has, instead, found that while it is more difficult, dedicating his body and soul wholly and unconditionally to someone or something (Asha. it's asha. lest anyone is confused or has not been paying attention) every single day, proving that truth to the universe with every breath he takes, is a deeper proof, a more thorough martyrdom, than simple sacrifice would be.

(and something about the difference between them being that as helpful and warm as Aias was, there was still a distance and cold to him that was only exaggerated by his friendliness even if he didn't mean it - and, after all, desired companionship and love, even though he closed himself off to the possibility that it could be a two-way street, only loving unilaterally, tyrannically, and most importantly - locked away inside his own heart where no one could see how deep his love truly ran - despite all of that the difference between them is in the end Aias did have someone who ardently wished for his return, and Zenos did not care for anyone except (in this case) Aias (but obvs applies to any WoL before anyone jumps down my throat lol) and yet in that situation with both dying at the ends of the universe, it was not Aias that could have saved him even had he wanted to. He, himself, decided nothing else was worthwhile and so anything else that could've so too ardently wished for his salvation likewise found him wanting)

#long post #endwalker spoilers #im writing this out after a stupid long day after a stupid long week so i hooooooooooooope i havent overlooked anything and was like #somewhat coherent at least #is it too much to expect - that i would name the stars for you

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ghoularaki · 3 years

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i would like to hear ur idea pls 👀👀👀

bet i gotchu anonnie. kinda inspired by @dabispet the queen of dark age play

tw dark age play, infantilization, corruption, kidnapping, teacher/student, yandere, dubcon?, reader is a third year and 18!!

i think all of us who were mentally ill we all had a teacher we had looked up to and you are no exception. coming from a broken home, you seeked any guidance of someone who gave even the smallest hint of being motherly/fatherly. aizawa was strict but understanding so naturally you latched onto him. tbh this surprised him tho bc he wasn’t used to students actually liking him. respecting him, yes, but going out of their way to talk and befriend him? not in a million years.

your sweet voice and kind eyes entranced him, and even though he knew it was wrong, he still was more affectionate than socially acceptable. a pat on the head for when you got a good grade, brushing a large hand against the small of your back, letting you eat lunch with him in his classroom, even bringing you extra food bc he knew your family neglected the basic necessity. on the surface everyone would coo at aizawa being so fatherly and soft for his student. if only they knew what really went on in his head. of course he wouldn’t mind being your daddy, just not in the way you would think.

how could you blame him? your sparkling doe eyes filled with innocence and deep rooted love just begged for him to fuck you until they were filled with tears. the uniform that’s too small from having never been able to afford a new since you bought it in your first year that displayed those soft thighs, pudge slightly spilling from the thigh highs. fuck, he wanted to grab them, squeeze them, bruise them with his hands and teeth. aizawa could die a happy man between your legs, thighs quivering from devouring your virgin cunny. or at least in his fantasies you were a clueless virgin that knew nothing of the world and throes of pleasure. he would teach you though, of course your daddy would teach you anything as long as you asked nicely.

so it was no surprise when aizawa started to push the boundaries. when it was just you two, he would pull you into his lap, rocking you back and forth. at first you fought against him but when he squeezed you so tight that your lips tingled, you learned to let him. after awhile, especially on bad days, silently you would climb onto him and bury your face in his neck. he would start to spoon feed you despite you being an adult. any time you would fuss, he would click his tongue at you and say “you don’t want to disappoint your sensei, right?” you would quickly open your mouth and welcome the food with open arms.

after months of conditioning you into getting used to this behavior, he had finally taken you back to his home. since the day he met you, he started preparing a room for you. it was full of frilly pink cloths and stuffies. child proof, too, he made sure of it. aizawa was prepared for the tears. any little girl would be scared in a new environment, but daddy was here to help you. daddy’s here so there’s no need to cry. come on give him a kiss just like you practiced in his classroom, no one will hurt you now. no one. <3

#this turned out wayyyyyy longer than i wanted it too #oops lol #yandere aizawa #tw age play #tw age difference #tw yandere #tw dubcon #tw kidnapping #tw corruption #new message #viruses #dark.web

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Cabin In The Woods [M] ~ BC [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4K

GENRE: SMUT, non idol au

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

A/N: I had to name the camp this there was no other wayyyyyy Hope you like it!

Camp crystal lake home to some of the most adventurous kids every summer the camp would be home to 200 kids with 16 camp counsellors all in charge of them and you were there every year, along with one of your best friends Bang Chan who was a counsellor as well as a lifeguard that worked on the lakes. The entire camp was huge despite there only being nine cabins that the kids could stay in. Eight of them would house 25 kids within their age ranges since kids from the ages of 13 to 17 came to the camp you had to keep them all in different groups so that group activities were fair to everyone. While the younger kids stuck to swimming, football and other outdoor activities the older kids got to learn and do more. Archery, boating, horse riding, and many more things were all part of your daily activities around the forest. There were two major lakes in the camp, Wilderice lake and Crystal lake the one that the camp was named after and each was just off from the cabins that went on a long stretch of road. Everything was pretty close together the only cabin that was far away from the rest of the camp was Seneca, which was known as the punishment cabin. Mostly because kids who had done terrible things were sent up there, only allowed out to go to the toilet, or meal times other than that they had to sit there bored while everyone else got to do the fun activities. Not completely unsupervised of course, that would be dangerous. A camp counsellor would always go to check on them to make sure they weren't doing anything they would regret or that they weren't in any danger.

"Y/n!" You turned around hearing your name being screamed from the entrance and smiled as you saw one of your favourite kids rushing over to you. A bag around her shoulder as she sprinted into your arms, you span her around a little.

"Hey Alice," You laughed as the small 15-year-old girl began telling you how much fun she was going to have over the summer with everyone.

"I invited my best friend along, Brenda!" A brunette turned around when she heard her name being yelled and jolted over to you and Alice.

"We wanted to see if you and Chan were dating yet," You laughed loudly upon hearing Alice, Chan and you were known among everyone as the flirting pair but it was nothing more than playful banter.

"You're too young to think of boys that way," You began messing up Alice's hair when she moved away from you, whining and straightening out her hair.

"I'm not, I'm 15 and I know you and Chan lovvveeeee each other," You glared at her playfully about to tell her she was wrong when Chan came to stand beside you.

"Ah the trouble maker," He whined out, pretending to be upset that Alice was standing there. She was by far your favourite kid there, always willing to do whatever it took to have fun and even helping out around the camp when she needed to.

"We were just saying how-" Alice stopped speaking when her mother came over, kissing her on the cheek as she began to cry about leaving her at the campground as she did every year. Not that you blamed them, it must have been a nightmare leaving your kids somewhere for two weeks and having no means of communication.

"I'm new, you must be Chan. I've heard a lot," Brenda said as she began shaking Chan's hand with a giant smile on her face, blushing as she turned to look at you.

"Good choice," You pushed her and Alice towards the bus that would take them down into the camp and you ignored as Chan asked what that was about.

"Go, you have your first round of kids at the lake in an hour." You whined as he walked up behind you, tickling your sides as he demanded to know.

"Tell meeee," He whispered in your ear, it felt as though a bolt of lightening ran through your entire body and you whined at him once again. Slapping his hands away from you and shaking your head,

"Go to work, I'll tell you later." Later meant you had enough time to come up with some sort of lie instead of telling him that Alice and Brenda thought you had a crush on him. Which you did but he didn't need to know that. Things between you were good and you didn't want to ruin that by admitting that you had a crush on him, playful flirting was easier than losing him.

"Who have you got this year?" Chan asked as he sat down beside you in the archery field. It was pitch black sine it was around midnight, the two of you had been so busy with the first day of camp you'd barely seen one another besides a brief encounter at the lake.

"Ages 13 to 14, what about you?" You questioned as you looked up from the folder you were studying from, every year you liked to try and get to know each of the kids you would be looking after for those two weeks. Getting to know their names, likes and dislikes as well as what they were allergic to and everything else you would need to know.

"16 to 17," He said with a giant smirk plastered across his face, the camp counsellors that were blessed with the older kids barely had to do a thing around the camp. Take them on the odd walk around the forest or make sure they weren't trying to kill ne another with equipment but that was it. They were practically adults and could look after themselves, of course the counsellors would be around if they needed them.

"You're going to get stuck with the younger ones one summer, even if I have you force you to myself," You joked as you jabbed him with the end of your pen, leaving a small black mark on his white crystal lake shirt.

"Already in uniform?" You frowned looking down at him as you realised he was wearing the red shorts and white shirt combo that was giving to you every year.

"I thought I would be the first one...That and I accidentally spilt a drink down my only good pair of jeans." He mumbled as he looked at you, you began laughing softly before laying your head on his shoulder tiredly.

"It's going to be a great summer," He whispered to you as he nudged your softly,

"Fire night, bring your scary stories and marshmallows!" Someone screamed making you move apart from Chan and nod your head.

"I've got the perfect scary story," You smirked. Fire night was the night camp counsellors got together to try and tell the best story as well as sharing food something you did every year when the kids all went to bed on the first night. It was somewhat of a tradition amoungst everyone for old and new counsellors to get to know one another.

"You probably stole mine from last year," Chan rolled his eyes at you jokingly and you rolled yours back,

"Oh yes because yours about the child who had diabetes was so scary Christopher, I'm still shaking." You pushed his shoulder and got up from the seat you were sitting on, watching as people began filing over in the direction of the fire grounds. It was a huge campfire with logs around it so that everyone could be warm.

It turned out that your story had nothing on what Chan was telling that year, your story was about a girl who got lost in the woods but Chan's was far more creative.

"Jason was never seen again after he entered the lake and every year when the counsellors came to the camp to set up they were all murdered!" He clapped his hands together making you jump as he continued to tell the story of a masked serial killer killing off counsellors one by one using different ways that were all nearly impossible yet creative.

"Then just when the counsellor thought she was safe in the water Jason swam up and dragged her down to the bottom of the lake!" Chan finally finished and you did your best not to act as scared as you were about it. It wasn't as though the story was completely impossible, the thought of someone randomly walking onto the camp was easy and they could just as easily kill everyone if they wanted to.

"You okay?" Chan questioned when he sat back down beside you on the log, giving you a hot chocolate as you stared into the flames.

"Y-Yeah, peachy," Your voice cracked and Chan knew that you weren't okay, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"I'll keep you safe," He whispered as you snuggled closer to him just enjoying the feeling of being that close to him.

"I'm heading up to my cabin, walk me?" You questioned as you noticed how late it was getting, you weren't scared of the woods but walking around in the dark wasn't something you opted to do alone most nights especially after the story that had just been shared by Chan.

"Sure," He chuckled softly as he began walking down the field with you heading in the direction of your cabins, all 25 kids seemed to be sleeping so your night was going to be easy.

"Are you scared?" Chan nudged as you clutched onto his hand tightly as you stood outside the cabin debating going in or staying with him a little while longer. The sparks you were getting from his hand begged you to stay and feel them longer but you knew you had a long day tomorrow and couldn't.

"N-No," You lied obviously as he smirked at you, hugging you tightly.

"I'll be right next door, if Jason comes for you I'll save you," You pushed him away before going over to the door and opening it up.

"Night," You whispered to him before heading into the room, Chan stayed outside for a moment just waiting for you to come back out but you never did. He hoped you would come back out and beg to stay with him for the night because you were so scared but you never did.

"Night," He whispered to himself before walking in the direction of his cabin for the night which was right next door to yours.

The next day was ruined by the thunderstorm that seemingly appeared out of no where. No outdoor actitivties could be done since it was unsafe for everyone to be in the water and no one wanted to get sick out in the cold.

"Does anyone know where all the board games are?" You questioned as you sat in the dinning hall, 200 kids all staring up at you with unimpressed looks on their faces. You didn't blame them, this was supposed to be one of the best summers of their lives and yet here they were spending it trapped inside where it was raining so hard you thought it was night time.

"Punishment Cabin, we kept them up there last year for Tommy and Ned since they were in there so much." One of the counsellors mentioned as she looked at you, none of you could figure out how to get the kids to calm down so if this was the only way then so be it. Board games and indoor games it would be.

"Christopher. We're going for a walk," You ordered as you grabbed him by the back of his jacket, pulling him towards the door as you stared out at the rain. It was coming down so hard that it looked as though it was a tap gushing out water,

"Why? Why can't you go alone? I'm so dry in here," He whined looking at you but all you did was give him your large puppy dog eyes and he melted, giving into you right away and grabbing his umbrella.

"Let's go." He grumbled as he began heading out into the rain, the two of you sprinting off in the direction of the cabin which was secluded from everything else around the camp.

"Punishment Cabin," You mumbled as you looked up at the cabin, the roof was leaking a little and the door was wide open thanks to the wind.

"Let's get the games and leave," You told him as you headed inside finding everything practically ruined that had been on the floor. It was all soaked in water and the roof was leaking inside and on the beds dripping onto the mattresses.

"Oh shit," He whispered as he looked around noticing everything, a clap of thunder sounded and you jumped back knocking into him as the door slammed shut behind you both jamming in place.

"What the fuck?" You asked as you twisted the handle trying to open it but it was locked in place, not even budging a little no matter how hard you tried to pull on it.

"Here, let the man do it." You scoffed stepping away from the door and watching in amusement as Chan continued trying to do the same thing you had been but with little success,

"Let the man do it," You mocked playfully before sitting down on one of the dry chest of drawers.

"You're just going to sit there?" You shrugged your shoulders since there wasn't much else you could do, the windows were bolted shut from the outside and it wasn't as if you could just smash them open.

"Look, they know we're up here. They'll come looking when we don't come straight down." You reassured him as you shivered a little, it wasn't exactly the warmest in the punishment cabin but you would only be there for an hour at the most.

An hour turned into three and you were sitting in front of the fireplace together trying to stay warm. No one had bothered to come to look for you but not because they didn't want to but that they had planned for this. As soon as the counsellors saw that it was going to rain all day they set their plan into action deciding to take matters into their own hands. They were going to arrange for you both to go up to the cabin and have someone follow behind you, locking you inside and only letting you out when they knew that you had finally confessed your feelings for one another. It was juvenile but they didn't care, every year it was the same. Endless flirting together, the costant hints that you btoh had a crush on one another and they were finally going to make sure you ended up together in ways that were more than just friends.

"I'm cold," You shivered as Chan started up the fire place that was in the cabin, he'd found old scraps of paper and some matches in the drawers you'd been sitting on and started it up. The thought of you getting sick made him feel bad as he looked over at you,

"Here," He whispered as he began laying down dry blankets and pillows in front of the fire.

"We'll warm up together," He promised as you sat down on the floor beside him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Maybe it was the cold or the fact that you were snuggled together in such a romantic setting but you couldn't help but stare up at him in awe.

"Thanks," You stuttered out as he kept you close to him, your body felt as though it was going to surrender to him. Sitting so close, hearing his heartbeating and the way his fingers traced small patterns on your skin was doing all sorts of things to you. A wetness dripped betwee your tighs as you squeezed them together trying to ignore the sensation and focus on getting warm but it was hard with him right there.

"You know what might warm us up faster," You finally broke the silence as you glanced up at him, the two of you had been sitting in front of the fireplace for ten minutes.

"What?" His voice was smooth as he looked down at you, eyes seeming to sparkle in the light of the fire, one thing came over you and you kissed him. Smashing your lips against him and rolling him back against the floor. At first he didn't do anything, he held onto you until he realised what was happening and gave into the feeling of having your lips on his own.

"F-Fuck," He stuttered out as you pulled away to look at him, his lips were pink from the kissing and you could feel your body heating up from the embarrassment of randomly kissing your best friend.

"I-I'm sorry...I don't know...I just wanted...I've wanted to do that for so long," As soon as the words left your mouth Chan kissed you once again pulling you to straddle his lap as he kissed you softly.

Your hips began to move out of habit and you felt him harder beneath you which meant he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

"N-No one is around," You whispered breathlessly as you began to kiss down his jawline and down his neck. Whimpering at the thought of finally lettin him take you the way you had always dreamed,

"We would warm up faster," He smirked as he ran his hands down your hips pushing at the red short shorts you were wearing. Your whole body tensed as you realised it was finally, really going to happen.

"Do you want to?" You nodded at his question and he kissed you again, making out with yo as you both slowly removed one another's clothes piece by piece.

Laying down completely naked in front of him should have made you nervous but with Chan you weren't at all, he looked at you as if he admired every inch of your skin. Taking a good look as he licked his lips, kissing your lips softly,

"You're so beautiful," He whispered as he ran his fingers down your stomach until he was at your clit, slowly rubbing your wet bud in circles as you let out a whimper.

"So wet, how long have you wanted me?" He smirked as he pushed a finger through your folds, your toes dg into the floor as you mewled out,

"Tell me," He whispered again as he pushed two of his long fingers into you, curling them up to hit your g-spot again and again making your head spin.

"A while!" You stuttered out as you began squirming underneath him as you moaned out his name.

"Me too,2 He whispered as he began kissing you deeply, thrusting his fingers deep into your soaking core. Wet noises filled the cabin as Cha continued to take you with his fingers.

"C-Chan," You breathed out as you gripped onto the blankets that were surrounding you, you felt intensity building up inside of you.

"I-I'm gonna-" You couldn't cum before he took his fingers out of your abruptyly and smirked as he began kissing you possessively, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close to you.

"So needy," He chuckled as you let out a hiss when his cock ran through your folds,

"Shut up and fuck me, we've waited too long." You begged as your breath as heavy, he smirked shaking his head and kissing down your body.

"I want to taste first," He whispered as he kissed towards your core, he lingered above your cunt and looked up at you to check that it was okay. Once you gave him a nod he dove his tongue between your lips and began flicking your cunt with his tongue.

"Oh shit!" You screamed out as your hands worked their wayy into his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to eat you out, biting down softly on the part of your outer labia making your eyes roll back.

"J-Just like that," You cried out as you felt your orgasm building again, he hummed against your cunt and you shuddered over and over again as he continued to eat you out like you were his last meal.

"C-Cumming," Your voice cracked as the pleasure exploded in you without warning, your head threw back against the pillows and you filled the cabin with your desperate moans of his name.

He kissed you sweetly as he lined his cock up with your opening, teasing you with the tip as he smirked against your lips.

"No teasing," You whined out, too desperate for any games that he was planning in his head.

"As you wish," He pushed his hips forward slowly, sinking into you. You moaned out squeezing your eyes tightly at the stretching, he stayed still for a moment wanting you to feel comfortable before he even tried to move inside of you,

“Y-You can move," You whimpered as you opened your eyes, his cock felt incredible inside of you, you felt full as you gripped around him as if he had always belonged there.

"Shit you're so tight," He whined out as he grunted, slowly pulling out of you only to thrust back in as he let out a small moan.

"Mmm Chan, please," You begged, digging your heels into his ass wanting him to move faster than he was and he smirked,

"Chan please," He mocked playfully before he began to move his ips faster, fucking into you as you let out moans of pleasure he was sure people would have heard even from the dinning hall.

"Just like that!" You screamed out as he began thrusting harder into you making you squeal out as he rammed in and out of you. Cock hitting so deep you thought if he came it would be deep in your gut.

He continued to fuck into you hard, changing between slow and passionate thrusts to hard and fast ones as he stared down into your eyes.

"Holy shit," You cried out as you felt yourself tighrening around him, the build up becoming too much as you began to cry out his name, pleasure reeling inside of you.

"You close?" He questioned as he felt you tightening more and more with each thrust of his cock.

"Cum for me," He whispered as he bent down into your ear, biting down as you wrapped your legs around his waist drawing him closer if that were even possible until you finally came undone around him. Grunting out he pulled out of you, cumming onto your stomach as you giggled up at him.

"Shit," He panted watching in awe as you ran your fingers through the liquid and licked your fingers clean.

"Y-You're going to be the death of me," He panted ashe laid down beside you and took a deep breath.

"We should move babe," He whispered an hour or two later after you had been laying there, the sun was out and someone was bound to come looking for you now that you had been gone for so long.

"Here-" He handed you the shirt he had been wearing and then your shorts before he slipped on his coat since he had used your top to clean up your stomach.

"Babe?" You looked at him with a smirk on your lips,

"You don't think I'm going to just have sex with you and leave it be, do you? I'm in love with you." He whispered as he kissed your lips again, the door opening just as you kissed each other.

"They finally kissed," Someone announced out of the door, if only they knew the two of you had done a lot more than kissing in that cabin that day.

Tagline: @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @minholuvs @anxiousbobatea @justbangtanthingz

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politics-notmything · 3 years

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We fell in love in November

YEah, we back at it with another one shot... I don’t normally write these but after my recent post and the Parrlyn discord, now could I not 👀 Anyway, this took wayyyyyy longer than i thought it would - Part 15 of She Used to be mine is out tomorrow :)

Tw- implied nudity (nothing over PG-13), bad language, coming out.

The euphoria Cathy Parr felt around Anne Boleyn was extravagant. Even now when they lie in bed together trying to come down from their high, Cathy still felt energised. The writer rolled over to face her girlfriend, with the bedsheets pulled up to her neck and subtly smiled. Cathy ran her left hand through the Boleyn girl’s hair and cupped her cheek with the other.

“You look so beautiful,” Anne opened her eyes and grinned when she met with Cathy’s.

“As are you.” she simply replied as she moved forward to tenderly kiss her girlfriend. No one could’ve expected that Catherine Parr and Anne Boleyn would become a thing in their second life. Heck, they didn’t even know they had the possibility of a second life! Anne paused their kiss and Cathy looked unexpectedly at her gremlin, “You should tell Aragon.”

The moment was ruined.

Cathy tensed as she sat up, pulling the duvet with her and laughing when she pulled too hard, so Anne was left bare, “What?”

“I said-” Anne smirked as she deliberately rolled onto Cathy’s chest, making her blush, “You should tell Aragon.”

“What if I don’t want to tell Aragon…” Cathy whispered, not looking away from Anne’s eyes.

“You can look at my tits, Cath, I don't mind.”

“ANNE!” Cathy profusely blushed and shoved the Boleyn girl to the side,

Anne snickered and pulled the writer into a cuddle, “It isn’t like you haven’t seen them before.”

“But seriously,” Cathy hummed when she went back to being serious, “I don’t want to tell my godmother, she might not like it.”

“But she came to pride last year and threw confetti at that proposing gay couple?”

“That’s different. Not only am I her goddaughter, but I’m also dating the woman who stole her crown.”

“Yeah, I feel a little guilty for that,” Anne confessed.

“You shouldn’t. ‘Lina isn’t mad about it now because we know you were forced to do it,” Cathy snuffled closer, “but it still doesn’t change history.”

“She’s family Cath. I told Kat, now you should tell Aragon.” Anne gently kissed Cathy’s curls before removing her grip around the writer’s waist, allowing her to go downstairs.

“I might.” Cathay smiled as she grabbed her underwear and a towel from Anne’s floor, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cath.”

Both queens had been dating for a significant amount of time, and their story started when they ‘accidentally’ made out in Cathy’s dressing room after Anne trapped them for an hour. After that, there had been a series of confessions, secret glances and planning from both parties, so they didn’t come across as suspicious. Then, once they felt ready, Anne told Katherine who has been a useful distraction when the lovers want some alone time.

One of the first things Catherine proposed was developing small ‘habits’ that the others would believe. For example, Anne was known to sleep in, so they both took advantage of that when Cathy would sneak out of her room and cuddle Anne in the early morning before heading downstairs for breakfast. Another trick was when Cathy ran out of coffee and needed to take a last-minute trip to Tescos. Anne would always hide the coffee and midnight then plan a Tescos trip the next day when Cathy would happen to tag along.

And it worked surprisingly well.

“Morning Mija.” Catalin de Aragon was at the head of the kitchen table, reading a novel and drinking tea, alone.

Cathy walked over to her coffee machine, “Morning ma, where is everyone?”

“They decided to go on a walk. Katherine said something about trees helping you live longer,”

Cathy suppressed a laugh, Anne...

“Yeah, I read that too.”

“Of course, in our second lives, no one wants to take any chances!” Aragon continued, oblivious, “Knowing Kat, she probably just wanted to look at the dogs.”

Catherine picked her fingernails, and her stomach churned over, “Can I confess something?”

“Of course…” Her godmother removed her reading glasses and gestured for Cathy to take a seat.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” A beat, “romantically.”

The confession slipped out and jumping the first hurdle was surprisingly easy, but unfortunately, it wasn’t as straightforward as that.

The godmother corrected her posture and licked her lips, “Oh? For how long?”

“About 4 months.”

“And you never told me?”

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” Cathy replied, sheepishly.

While Catherine may not be her mother, it didn’t change how she acted like one. One of Cathy’s strongest memories was when Aragon comforted her every night after she was reincarnated.

“What’s his name?”

Another hurdle appeared that Cathy had to somehow jump over - the gay hurdle.

“He’s a she.” Catherine wouldn’t say she was scared of her godmother, but she certainly valued her approval and beliefs.

The Spaniard paused to think this over before leaning back in her chair, closing her eyes, and smiling. The smile grew, and a flower of hope blossomed in the Survivor’s chest. Aragon then opened her arms for Cathy to hug her, and the writer reacted all too quickly.

“I’m happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me.”

“Does this mean you’re okay with this?” Cathy mumbled into her shoulder,

“Of course Mija! Now, who is she?”

“Okay, okay” Cathy could burst with excitement! Even though her godmother didn’t know it was Anne, Cathy could still describe her lover in perfect detail. “She has dark brown hair, which has a subtle wave at the end. She is pretty pale, so her freckles stand out but her cheeks are always red because she is somehow always blushing!” Cathy continued to gush, “Her eyes are grey, but they change with the light, and her favourite colour is green-”

“You told Aragon yet?” Anne Boleyn leaned in the doorway with a giant smirk on her face, “or are you just going to keep describing my facial features?”

Silence.

Anne stopped as she realised what she’d said.

Cathy looked between Anne and her godmother. She loved the gremlin, but she really needs to learn to read a situation.

Aragon stood and looked between Anne and Cathy. Her brain slowly puts the puzzle together in an organised fashion. The hair, the skin, the freckles, the blush, the eyes and finally, the favourite colour.

The history hurdle.

The grinding of Cathy’s chair against the kitchen floor wasn’t enough to pierce the tension between the 1st and 2nd queen. The writer took Anne’s hand, and cautiously walked her over to her godmother.

“Anne, this is my Godmother. Ma, this is-”

“I know who Anne is.” Catherine’s voice was a deadly monotone.

The awkwardness had obviously got to the Boleyn girl who proceeded to bite her lip as she glanced around the room, eyeing the wall tiles with great curiosity.

“Boleyn.” Anne’s head snapped back to the situation as the Spanish queen addressed her. “Are you dating my goddaughter?”

“Well-” Anne didn’t know what to say, and thankfully, Catherine didn’t want to hear it.

“Catherine Mary Parr.” Cathy flinched at the use of her full name.

“Your middle name is mary?” Anne tentatively asked before Aragon shut her off.

“Are you dating the woman who stole my husband?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Cathy trailed off as her godmother rubbed her temple.

“After all these years?” Aragon tried so hard to keep her composure, she really did. But some situations are just too much. “No puedo creerlos a los dos!”

“I can’t fucking believe you both.” Cathy translated.

“Después de todo lo que hago por ti,” The Spaniard flung her arms around, “así es como me pagas?!”

“After everything, I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?”

“Mierda, mierda, mierda, odio a los malditos franceses!” She turned to Cathy “Te estas follando ella?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I hate the fucking french, and I verbally can’t repeat the final phrase.”

“Are you?” ‘Lina demanded to know the answer.

“sí señorita.” Cathy’s reply was quick and timid.

Catherine turned to Anne, “First, you stole my husband, then you stole my crown, and now you steal my goddaughter?!”

“Oh, I stole more than that from her,” Anne winked at Cathy who couldn’t hold her laugh as she remembered the recent events. She buried her head in the Boleyn girl’s shoulder to try and stifle it. Forgetting all about the angry Spaniard, Anne kissed the top of Cathy’s curls and smiled fondly down at her.

That wasn’t normal. Catherine of Aragon knew how Anne Boleyn worked when it came to a relationship. She would look at her target with a seductive smirk and a classic wink, she would follow them around before leading them out the room in the dark and alone. Anne Boleyn would destroy families and ruin a country. Manipulate the king and destroy the church, but she would never look at someone with such value.

In all the years Catherine had been alive she has never seen Anne Boleyn blush as much as she did now or look at someone with so much compassion and… love?

“No me importa que seas gay” Aragon finally sighed.

Cathy swiftly removed her head from Anne’s shoulder to translate, “I don’t care that you are gay.”

“And I shouldn't care who you date either.” Catalina looked at the interlocked fingers. “Forgive me for being so crude, it was a shock.”

“It was a shock to me too!” Anne quipped but received a slap from Cathy.

“I apologise for my use of language too, it was-”

“Descriptive?” Cathy finished.

“Extremely.” It was still a little awkward between the trio, but ‘Lina was determined to settle things, “I just want you to know that I accept you both as family and as lovers.”

“Thank you, ma.”

“I really appreciate it.”

“Now, I know the others will be getting back soon so we should really get started on breakfast.”

“Let me reheat your coffee, babe.” Anne carefully took the mug from Cathy, who whispered a ‘thank you.’

“I have to admit,” Aragon cleared her space on the table and handed her goddaughter the placemats, “You make a pretty good couple.”

“Right?!” Anne beamed with delight,

“Does anyone else know?” Catherine continued,

“Only Katherine and you. We both wanted to keep it on the down-low, but Anne said I should tell you because you’re family.” Cathy explained.

“Well, I’m glad you told me, even if it took some convincing. And know that I’m here for the both of you if anyone tries anything!”

“We’re back!” The younger cousin’s voice echoed off the walls, and she bounced into the kitchen to see Cathy kissing Anne’s cheek as she was handed her mug and ‘Lina placing the apple juice on the table.

“Did the air work?” Cathy asked Kitty as she took her seat next to Anne around the table,

“I feel younger already!”

“I’m definitely going to be immortal by the end of the century.” Anna threw her hoodie over the back of her chair and poured herself some apple juice as Jane finally walked in.

Once everyone was sat, Anne nodded at Kat from across the table and tried to suppress and smile as Cathy subtly linked their arms together. A small gesture of affection which had humungous meaning.

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. IV || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 3551

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: drinking / violence / the murder of JJ’s favourite rooster :(

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: JJ, JB and Y/N investigate Ms Lana, and Y/N’s dad brings up old memories.

A/N: This is wayyyyyy longer than I expected so... oops? I was gonna have all the chapters around the same length but? oh well??? Also, i need to stop posting in the middle of the night, (it’s past 3 am where i live), let me know if you want to be tagged!

Chapters linked in masterlist.

“masterlist”

“I don’t know, man.” JJ sighed, popping a beer open, “I really fucking like her, but I don’t wanna rush it, or mess it up. Like last night, we were on the beach, talking about constellations and shit, and I wanted to kiss her so bad, and I pussied out.”

“I’d say that’s sweet, but you literally just need to do it, bro.” John B laughed. “I mean, what happened to you being the impulsive one?”

“But it’s also like, she’s super open, telling me about, like, LA and her friends, but anytime her family or the reason for her moving is mentioned, she closes right up.”

“Dude, don’t push her - she’s not pushing you. She’ll open up, give her time.”

“I know, I know. But I think it’s serious - I found police papers in her moving stuff.”

“You snooped?”

“Nah, bro! I didn’t snoop.”

“But you went through her stuff?”

“Nah, I was helping her move.”

“So you haven’t looked through her stuff? At all? JJ, something about the face your making makes me think you snooped.”

“Okay so I found a shoebox-”

“You snooped?”

“I snooped. She has a box with like, pictures of her and her mom and shit.”

“And?”

“And her dad got full custody! Her mom’s still in LA!”

“What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, might be to do with her parents divorce. Like I said, her dad got full custody, so it was definitely something fucked up.”

John B shrugged, “Sure. But I think you’re reading into it too much.”

“I’m not-”

“JJ, chill.” John B pulled up at your house. “Let’s just go get her.”

The pair hopped out of the VW, walking through the battered front garden. JJ knocked on your door. He expected you to answer - your dad was never home and you always seemed to be the one to answer, but this time, he was greeted by the sight of a man, who looked the scruffily dressed pair up and down. “How can I help?” he asked.

“Uh,” JJ glanced at John B, who shrugged, “We’re here for Y/N, we got plans.”

The man looked the pair of them up and down. “Are you JJ?” the man asked, and JJ nodded, swallowing thickly and trying to ignore the surprised eyebrow raised that came from John B.

“Oh my God! Dad!” they heard from upstairs, “Stop! You’re embarrassing me and I’m not even there!”

“Well, JJ,” your dad continued, “Don’t hurt her, she’s been through enough without you.”

JJ looked at John B as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Dad!” you yelled again, running down the stairs, “Stop inviting people into my problems.” you pushed JJ and John B out of the doorway, turning back to your dad, “Jeez Dad, I’ll be back later, love you.”

“Love you too.” he watched you run to the Twinkie, climbing in the back after JJ.

“God, Jay, I am so sorry about him.” You rolled your eyes, “Ignore whatever he said.”

“It’s cool.” he grinned, “But how did he know my name?”

“Oh my God,” You groaned.

“Have you been talking to your Pops about me?” he mocked, and you buried your head in your hands.

You piled out of the car, walking towards the house.

“You know what this house looks like?” JJ asked, “Whoever lives here smokes too much weed.”

“So like yours then?” You joke, and he glares at you playfully.

As you approached, you could hear glasses smashing, and JJ put a protective arm in front of you, signalling for you to slow down.

“Bullshit!” you heard from in the house.

“Maybe we should come back.” JJ glanced at you, “It’s a little too soon.”

“No, no, shut up. Shut up, JJ.” John B shook his head, walking quietly towards the house, you and JJ close behind.

“Tell me where it is,” the voice from inside yelled again, “or I’ll fuck you up!”

You could hear Ms Lana crying, and wanted to puke.

“I’ll sink you in the fucking-” the voice was shut up by a load crash, the three of you ducking next to the window and Ms Lana screamed.

“Where the fuck is it, you bitch!”

“I don’t know!” came the wail, and JJ looked at the tears building up in your eyes.

“Is it here in the house?” the crashing continued. “Is it somewhere else?”

You could hear Ms Lana begging. JJ left your side to pull John B back from the window.

“You still think we should stay?” JJ asked, and you shushed him, smacking him lightly with the back of your hand.

“The compass wasn’t in the boat! Where is it Lana?”

“I don’t know!”

You could hear the sound of wood breaking and glass smashing, like Ms Lana was being thrown around. Chips of painting were falling all over you.

“Is that paint?” JJ asked, trying to shake it out of his hair.

“Yes, it’s paint.” John B hissed.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, man.” you heard footsteps leaving the house.

“We should just go,” JJ whispered as you and John B crept to the corner of the house, “He’s got smuggler-”

“Shut up!” you whisper-creamed, whipping around to face him, forcing him to take a step back.

John B pulled back from the corner as two guys left the door. You watched them leave on a boat.

“Those are the guys who shot at us.” You pointed out. Once they were gone, you followed John B into the house, feeling JJ pull at your hand, you ignored him.

“Ms Lana,” you called softly. You darted to her side, grabbing a first aid kit from the cabinet over the bath and rummaging through it for painkillers, offering her them as John B knelt beside you “Do you need a doctor?”

“Call the Sheriff's department.” John B told JJ.

“N-n-no cops,” She stuttered, “Please.”

“Mm, that’s not good. Let’s just go.” he pulled at your shoulder and you shrugged him off.

“You shouldn’t be here.” she cried as you looked her over for any serious injuries.

“That’s enough for me, come on.” JJ grabbed at John B’s shoulder again, and you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, wait,” John B pushed him off, “What do you know about those guys?”

“They were looking for something.”

John B pulled out the compass, “Does it have anything to do with this? Do you know anything about this? This is my father’s, and Scooter had it. Why?”

“Scooter didn’t have it, okay? Don’t tell anyone that you have that.”

“Come on.” JJ urged, again.

“Don’t let anyone know that you have that! They can’t know that you have that!”

“What do you know about the compass?”

“You gotta get out of here, you gotta go!”

“What do you know about the compass?”

“Go! Get out!”

The boys ran, and you were about to follow, when you turned back, kneeling down beside the sobbing woman again. “Ms. Lana, please, call us if you need anything.” She nodded feebly, and yous sighed again, kneeling beside her again, reciting your number to her, as she nodded, repeating it. You heard JJ yell your name, and got up, scanning the wrecked house once more before jogging out of the house, following them to the car.

“... And we were right outside, like this,” JJ mimed how you had leant on the wall, “And all we hear is just ‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’ Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside! All right, and I’m looking at him like-”

“So dramatic.” You mumbled, Kie pulled her skeptical gaze from JJ and grinned softly at you.

“Wait, first off, look at this shit!” he shakes the paint in his hair onto the table.

“That’s dandruff, disgusting.” Kie muttered.

“Look at all that, all right? That’s paint.” he sighs, “At that point I was just like… I’m waiting for death!” You rolled your eyes.

“So you saw the guys who shot at us, right?” Pope confirmed.

“Yeah.”

“Did you get a good description of them? What did they look like? Anything we can bring to, like, a police report?”

“Burly.” JJ said simply, making you snort.

“Burly?” Pope confirmed.

“Yeah. You know, like-”

“That’s not very helpful.” Kie pointed out.

“Okay, well, no, like, the type of guy at my dad’s garage.” he sighed, “I mean you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers.”

“He made cargo hides for drug smugglers?” you asked, and they all turned to you, faces telling you that now was not the time. You shrugged, “You’re explaining that to me later, okay?”

“Yeah, yes. No, we know.” Kie said, and you shook your head.

“I don’t.” You pointed out, earning a glare from Kie.

“Well I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers,” he took a dramatic puff of his vape, “they’re square groupers.”

“They’re square groupers, like, narco square grouper?” Pope asked, “Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?”

“You guys,” Kie said, “Not everything was a kingpin movie.”

“So what does this square grouper look like, specifically?”

“You weren’t there!” JJ yelled.

“-because apparently you don’t know what to look for!”

“Dude,” You interrupted, “in fairness, we weren’t taking little mental polaroids the whole time. We were under duress.”

“But I can tell you,” JJ took back the centre-stage, “I can tell you from the way Ms Lana was screaming, that these guys are serious, serious hombres, man.”

“Hardcore motherfuckers.” You added.

“It’s a heavy vibe right now, okay?” JJ sighed, “I’m not liking this very much.”

“Why do they want the compass?” Kie brought the logic back.

“It’s a piece of shit.” Pope confirmed, “You couldn’t pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to. No offence, John B, I know it’s your family’s-”

“The office.” John B interrupted. “My dad, My dad’s office.” he led you through the overly cluttered house to it. “He always left the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. We used to laugh at him all the time, like he was actually gonna find it, but now that he’s gone I’ve just kinda… I left it as he kept it.”

“Yeah, for when he gets back.” Kie nods as he unlocks the door.

“I’ve slept over here like six hundred times and never seen this door open.” Pope points out, and you all crowd in.

John B shows you all the history of the compass, showing how each guy died while they had it.

“Sounds like there's a recurring theme there.” JJ points out.

“Dude,” you look up from the corkboard, you and Pope sharing a glance, “You have a death compass.”

“No I do not-” John B argued.

“You have a death compass.” Pope confirmed.

“Seriously dude, just get rid of it.” JJ nodded. “It’s cursed, and it’s made its way back to you.”

“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here, soldiers used to hide secret notes,” he sat down, untwisting the compartment. Kie pointed out some writing on the lid. “This is my dad’s handwriting.”

“How can you know that?” Pope muttered, full of skepticism.

“Because he does these weird Rs, see-”

You stopped paying attention, the continuous sounds of the rooster doing your head in. you looked out the window to the hen house, the shack blending in to the woods behind - well enough for you not to notice it until now. You looked over to the pontoon, and the HMS parked next to it. You scanned you eyes over to the beaten track to the front of the house, the black car breaking the pattern of greens and browns. “Guys,” you mutter, watching a car pull up. “Guys!” they looked at you. “There’s a car outside.” they walked to the window, squeezing beside you and peaking out.

“Guys, guys is that them?” Kie asked, “Is that them?”

“This is suboptimal.” Pope stated.

“Jay.” you turned to him, he didn’t hear you. “JJ!” you grabbed his arm, “Where’s the gun?”

“Gun?” he frowned, “Uh, I, uh, I can’t-”

“Now you don’t have the gun,” Kie panicked, “the one time we need the gun?”

“It was in my backpack, and then I-”

“On the porch.” John B guessed.

“It’s on the porch.” JJ confirmed. He went to leave, immediately backing straight into the room again, shutting the door after him. “Where’s the compass?”

“Where’s the gun?” John B shot back.

“They’re on the front porch guys.” he whispered.

“We gotta leave.” You swallowed.

“Guys, the window. The window.” Kie said, pointing to the sill. JJ and Pope tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t give.

“What’s happening?” You asked, “Why is it taking so long?”

“It’s painted shut,” JJ snapped, “Okay?”

You stepped back, Kie grabbing a letter opener to cut the seal. You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whispered, watching the window get pried open. As the door got kicked repeatedly.

JJ helped you all through, letting you out last, and then pulling the window shut behind him as the door bust open. Crouching, he pulled you along the side of the house, making a run for the henhouse. Once inside, you looked at him for the first time, sat in the hay, and he pulled you into the crook of his neck, eyes closed, steadying his breathing.

You watched the two men load the van, Kie panicking about shutting the rooster up. JJ reached forwards, two hands around its neck. You closed your eyes as the crowing stopped, and JJ let the dead rooster fall to the ground. The car doors shut. You could see Kie sobbing next to John B, and JJ looked up at you, both of your eyes full of horror and shock, breathing heavily.

“Fuck.” you whispered, for the hundredth time that day.

When you got home, you had a shower, changing into a pair of gym shorts and a hoodie. You wanted to refresh yourself after the eventful day you’d had, and food sounded like the perfect remedy. You went downstairs to find something to eat, and your dad was sitting at the kitchen counter, nursing a beer.

“Hey Dad.” you chirped, rummaging through the brightly coloured packets in the cupboards.

“Hey honey.” he responded, his tone colder than you were used to. You turned back to him, not bothering to swing the door back shut.

“You okay, Dad?” you frowned. He nodded slowly.

“Those boys,” he started, “From this morning, who are they?”

“John B lives down the road, and JJ’s his best mate.” you shrugged, not understanding the big deal. You turned back to the snacks.

“Y/N, honey, you need to be careful.” he insisted.

“I know, but it’s not like that.” you assured him, throwing an empty sweet packet in the bin, noticing the piles of cans inside. So he was drunk.

“Y/N,” he warned, “You can’t be friends with them.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, your smile fading, “It’s chill.”

“No, Y/N, it’s not.” he stood up, “This is just how it started with Tyler.”

Fucking Tyler.

“Dad, they’re nothing like Tyler.” you countered, “Even if there was anything there, neither of them would hurt me like that. Trust me on this, okay?”

“But I can’t fucking trust you, can I?” he exploded, “Last time I trusted you to be ‘Just Friends’ with a guy, you decided to be a fucking slut!”

You stepped back, surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst. You could feel tears building in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Your throat felt thick and dry, and your face was contorting in your efforts not to cry.

“That’s not fair, Dad.” your breathing was ragged and shaky.

“Isn’t it?” he shouted, knocking the stool backwards. You stepped away, knowing he wouldn’t hit you, but scared that he might.

“Fuck you.” you mustered, the first tear sliding down your cheek, the dams opening for the emotions you had been pushing down for the past two months. He lurched, and you began to run up the stairs. He stumbled after you.

“Always running, huh?” he chuckled to himself, “From fucking Tyler,” he followed you through the bedroom door, “from your mom,” he watched you grab your phone and keys, “from this fucking conversation?”

“You were the one who ran from mom. Not me, I didn’t want to leave! And you decided I couldn’t deal with going back to school without even asking me! I’m stronger than I look, Dad! I could have managed, moved on! But no, you wanted to run! You!” You dodged past him, running to the door, letting him follow you into the street. You pulled your bike from the garage, vision blurred from crying. He stood on the doorstep, shouting profanities at you as you peddled away, unsure of your path.

You found yourself on JJ’s street. The houses were bungalows, squat with gardens that reached far back. His was rundown, unsurprisingly, from what you’d heard about his dad. There were weeds creeping onto the paved path to the door, and the porch was battered, some of the posts broken and splintered. The house felt dull, depressing, the kind of place that felt riddled with bad memories even if you’d never been there. You pulled your phone out, the white light making you squint in the darkness, as you sat on the cold curb, your butt beginning to ache. You pulled up his contact and pressed the call button, letting into ring until you were invited into his voicemails. You hung up and tried again, only to be answered with the same result. You looked at the house again. No lights visible from the front were on, and the windows were dark. You called again.

You kicked your bike, and it squeaked slightly as the gears and chain clattered. You pushed yourself up, grabbing your bike from where it lay on its side in the middle of the road, and made your way to the rickety sire gate, pushing through and onto the overgrown paving. You dropped your bike on the patchy grass next to the path, and stepped onto the porch, knocking lightly on the door. You stepped away, looking back over the frail neighbourhood. You heard talking inside, and the latch on the door clicked.

The door opened an inch, and after a pause, it opened all the way. JJ stood in front of you, still in his shorts and top from earlier, but a confused look decorating his features. You hardly hesitated to pull him as close as you could, inhaling his smell and absorbing the feel of his shirt against your hand. You pulled away, this time his face was a conflicting mix of worry and bliss. He stepped away, grabbing your bike and wheeling it to the back, reappearing and taking your hand, his thumb rubbing softly over the back of yours. You let him lead you, slowly and quietly, past the sleeping man on the sofa. You didn’t fail to notice the beer bottles and alcopop cans. You could almost feel the shame radiating from JJ. he guided you to his bedroom, shutting the door softly and turning off his games console. You stood in the small open space, taking in his unmade bed, and the clothes on the floor. You noticed the collection of band, gaming and surf stickers and posters, and the shelves of random shit, some of it useful, some of it decorative, some of it pointless. He had countless DVDs, CDs and a few bits of merch. He sat down on the bed, tugging on your hand lightly to indicate that it was okay for you to do the same.

“Are you okay?” he asked, smoothing your hair down.

You shrugged, not really sure yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know why I came here, I just needed to get out of the house.”

He nodded like he understood the feeling. “Y/N, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” you looked at him, eyes glassy, “Like, I’ve known you a couple of weeks and I can tell you went through some shit, and I get that it takes time, but if you need to talk or - or get anything off your chest, I’m here. Like, I’m not gonna judge you. I just, I haven’t known you long, but I want you to trust me, because I wanna help you.”

“Can you just give me some time?” you whispered, “Everything still feels pretty raw. I mean, it’s been a couple of months, but it still feels really present. I just, I wanna sort it out in my head before I invite someone else into it.” he nodded again, “I’m sorry.”

“You got nothing to be sorry for.”

He stood up, grabbing some joggers and a t-shirt for you to sleep in. You changed, and he held you the whole night, still having you pulled close in his arms when the morning rolled around.

Tags: @tangledinsparkles @jellyfishbeansontoast @lolitstiana @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @teamnick @thoughtsofthestars

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blackhakumen · 4 years

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Mini Fanfic #329: A Loving Family (RWBY)

Nora: (Enjoying Some Pancakes Ren made) Wow!~ Renny~ Your Pancakes are sooooooo amazing!~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly while enjoying the breakfast he made for himself and his love ones) Nora, you said every time I make Pancakes for you.

Nora: I know.....But they're so goooood though~ I love them so much~

Ren: (Raised an Eyebrow with a Smirk on his face) More than you love me, Jaune, and Pyrrha combined?~

Pyrrha: Hmmmmmmm?~

Oscar: (Giggling to himself)

Nora: (Starts Blushing) .........Okay! I take it all back!!! I love you three wayyyyyy more than some tasty Pancakes!!~

Pyrrha: (Giggles Softly) We know you do, Nora dear~

Jaune: (Chuckles Lightly) We never doubted you for a second~

Nora: I know.....('Sigh Happily')But real talk, I'm sooooo happy we're all together again.

Jaune: (Smiles Sincerely) Definitely. And with Oscar here with us, I honestly believe our team is finally complete.

Oscar: (Surprised) You guys really think I belong here?

Ren: (Smiles Softly) Of course. We're a family, remember?

Pyrrha: (Gently Grab Oscar's hand with a Sincere Smile on her face) And we wouldn't have it any other way.

Oscar: (Slowly Starts Smiling Softly) Guys......I........('Sigh')...... I love you guys so much....

JNPR: ('GASPS') (Immediately turn to Oscar in Complete Silence)

Oscar: (Immediately Starts Blushing) S-Sorry! I-I mean....I only said that because...t-the more I'm with you guys....The more I see you all as my.... family....('Sigh') I know.... It was pretty weird to say 'I love you' to you all like that out of nowhere-

Nora: Oh, Oscar....(Pulls Oscar in for a loving hug) We love you too, sweetie-pie. (Give Oscar a big kiss on the cheek)

Oscar: (Taken Aback from the Surprising Hug and kiss) R-Really?

Ren: (Nodded Sincerely) Definitely. (Made his to Nora and Oscar to join in on the hug) You were always important to each and every one of us the moment we met each other.

Jaune: (Join in on the hug as well) And we really wouldn't have it any other way, kiddo.

Oscar: Guys.....

Pyrrha: Oscar?

Oscar: Hm?

Pyrrha: I know the both of us haven't known each other longer than we've known the others separately but....I still think that you are the most sweetest boy I ever have the pleasure of meeting and I want nothing more than to get to know a lot more about.... Because from the bottom of my heart.....(Gives Oscar a Big Hug with a Loving Smile on her face) I love you with all of my heart, Oscar Pine.

Oscar: (Almost at a Lost of words) Ms. Pyrrha....(Hugs Pyrrha back) Me too.... A-And you know.....I wanna get to know you a lot more too. Cause....(Smiles Brightly) I think you're amazing too.

Pyrrha: (Tears Quickly Coming out of her eyes) Oh, sweetie.....(Kiss the top of Oscar's forehead) Thank you so much.

Nora: Awwwwww~

Oscar: (Starts Blushing again with a Small Smile while being held in Pyrrja's arms) I-It's nothing, really....

Jaune: It most certainly not "nothing", mister. Your words really hit home today and we could be any more happier.

Oscar: I'm just glad to have you all in my life. You know, besides the rest of our friends of course.

Jaune: (Smiles Softly) Us too, buddy. (Kiss the top of Oscar's head) Us too.

Mostly Inspired by @optimisticfruitcup

@miki-13

@tiki-punch

@oscarpineprotectionsquad

@maripr

@ma-lemons

@shadowsnowdapple

#rwby #oscar pine #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #team jnpr #team jnpro #i saw most of optimisticfruitcup's work and they're all amazing #so i figured i make a Fanfic about Team JNPR and Oscar of my own #i hope you guys enjoy it #i may make some more soon if you guys want #team as family #team jnpr as poly relationship #oscar is the baby of the group of course #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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ramblingwritings · 4 years

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cliche prompt 4. you're leaving for something dangerous with Kylo?

Shoulder to Shoulder

Kylo x reader

Word count: 994

Tag list: @sithsecrets @blackboxxremedy

I’m not entirely sure that this is what you wanted, but I went wayyyyyy off canon with this one. I hope you enjoy.

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It was chaos. Pure and utter chaos. You were there when Han Solo had called out Kylo’s weaker half, you were there when the scavenger and traitor witnessed Han’s fall. This was not how everything was supposed to go, and well, it went to hell in a handbasket in .05 seconds flat.

Now, you're running through the snowy woods after Kylo. He needs your help, you can feel it. He was wounded, and running head first into a fight like always.

Ever since you became Kylo’s apprentice of sorts, when he found you on your lesser known planet, you’d trained day and night to prove to Kylo and Supreme Leader Snoke that you were worth their efforts. That even though you were a nobody, you could prosper with this opportunity that you were given. You knew deep down that if Snoke ever felt that you weren’t taking your training seriously, he would take the opportunity away, and with it your life.

Kylo, while emotional and highly unpredictable had been a rather good teacher. He’d answer every question you had, no matter how elementary they were. He seemed to understand that while you were starting to train later in your life than he did all of this “force stuff”, as you had put it, was new to you and slightly overwhelming. Hand to hand combat came first, as well as information that you needed to know, and gradually he incorporated harder techniques and more use of the force. He’d even walked you through building your own lightsaber when the time came.

For the past year or so you’d done everything together. Every mission, every battle, every early morning or late night training session, and every time you had to face Snoke (Maker, that man still made a shiver run down your spine), and you did it shoulder to shoulder with Kylo. And now, of all the Maker forsaken times for him to run off alone, he chose now.

Stopping in your tracks, you reached out with the force to pinpoint Kylo’s location. In a second you’d latched onto his force signature and you were sprinting towards him. As you got closer you sensed two other people with Kylo. One was exceptionally strong with the force, their signature radiating light. You knew it had to be the scavenger and the traitor stormtrooper.

“TRAITOR!” Kylo addressed the man kneeling next to the scavenger. “That lightsaber… It belongs to me.”

“Come get it.”

Igniting your lightsaber to intervene when needed, you stood behind Kylo. You knew if you got involved now he would be upset. He felt like this was his fight, no matter how many times you told him that you were on his side. Watching the clashing blue and red lightsabers, while the ‘trooper was holding Kylo off for now, you knew it wouldn’t last. Kylo was too skilled.

Wincing as Kylo beat on his wound, your grip on your lightsaber tightened. Getting ready to hop in at any time. The ‘trooper was handled, on the ground and down for the count. Kylo turned, and for a split second made eye contact with you, reaching his hand out he tried to call the lightsaber to him with the force. But neither of you had been paying attention to the scavenger, who now stood with the lightsaber in her hand. Cursing under your breath, both you and Kylo attacked. Afterall, you weren’t going to let Kylo have all of the fun. You’d had enough of waiting on the sidelines.

There was no real method to the scavengers' attacks or defenses, she was swinging blindly and knocking trees or branches into your way to get an advantage. With a loud rumble, the ground began to give way, and both you and Kylo backed the girl up to the ledge.

For the first time, Kylo broke the silence, “You need a teacher! I can show you the ways of the force!” This caught you off guard, and your head snapped in his direction. Would he really rid himself of you so easily just to teach the scavenger?

Slipping past both of your defenses, she ran around you and swung her saber at Kylo. Taking a hit to the thigh, Kylo struggled to regain his footing. He tried to lunge for her, but she jabbed at his other arm and you knew you had to do more. Swinging your saber, you gained her attention and the fight was between you both now. You let your anger fuel you. The fact that she hurt Kylo, and that she was threatening your position as his apprentice ran through your mind. You needed to end this. Now.

Taking a deep breath, you called to the dark side of the force. Feeling it surround you and fill you, you fought with new speed and agility. The scavenger’s eyes widened, she had only known that Kylo was talented in lightsaber combat, and she had severely underestimated you. You smirked at her shocked expression, this would be the last time the resistance thought to stop the First Order.

Turning to block your advance, her lightsaber caught the side of your face and the force of it threw you to the ground. You vaguely heard Kylo call out your name, but you were already on your feet. The only sound you heard was the consistent pounding of your heart. You’d be scarred, you knew there was no helping that, but she’d be dead.

The ground rumbled again, and you quickly grabbed onto the scavenger’s arm and yanked her onto your side, the lightsaber falling from her grasp. Throwing her to the ground you ignited your lightsaber once again. Holding her down with your foot on her chest, you glared at her. Your eyes dilated, and breathing ragged.

“This is where the resistance loses the small amount of hope they have left.”

And with one last strike, the scavenger’s head was no longer firmly attached to her shoulders.

#kylo ren #starwars #kylo x reader #kylo imagine #kylo oneshot #kylo x y/n #kylo x you #the force awakens

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johannesviii · 4 years

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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2018

I’m kinda sad this series of posts is coming to a close, especially with two mediocre years for the kind of hit songs I enjoy.

I was very depressed in 2018 so I thought maybe it was the reason why I didn’t like most songs I heard, so I revisited the entire catalogue of 2018 hit songs from the year-end lists and... no, it wasn’t just me.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

As I mentioned before I was super depressed in 2018, which wasn’t helped by the death of two family members including one I was super close to, and by catching a mysterious infection on a finger that doctors didn’t seem to be able to cure and which made my left hand hurt all year long, until I had to have an operation in early 2019 to fix the issue (plot twist, it wasn’t an infection, which is why nothing was working). On the plus side, my s.o and I decided to get married but it only happened the next year.

Ok so, hit songs weren’t that good (stay tuned for that), but albums? Some great stuff dropped in 2018. Unfortunately, Eminem’s Kamikaze wasn’t among those great albums and at that point he was basically dead to me. BUT! A Perfect Circle came back, which was completely unexpected! Nine Inch Nails released Bad Witch which contained the excellent and super hypnotic Over And Out! Mike Shinoda released Post Traumatic and every single Linkin Park fan was like “oh god what a mood”! Moby, which I hadn’t liked for years at that point after loving his stuff so much when I was 15 or so, released Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt and it was unexpectedly good! And The 1975 released A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships, which, in my opinion, isn’t quite as great as their second album (I refuse to write its super long title again), but still super good. Just like the previous one, a lot of songs had crossover potential and I’m very sad it didn’t happen. Stay tuned for the unelligible songs.

But you know what? The album of the year, at least to me, was always going to be something much darker. Fortunately, the end of the year was when VNV Nation decided to drop its best album of the entire decade, Noire. In these trying times, an album about the fight between light and darkness was exactly what I needed to hear. I was super emotional when I first listened to it. Armour might just be the best song on the album. Collide explodes into a million colors after a super slow start. Wonders is a big mood. Lights Go Out is a super angry song which basically says ‘we’re dancing while the apocalypse is happening because they won’t let us do anything else’, and we need more stuff like this. When is the Future was a super solid first single and yeah, exactly, where is the future we were promised as kids? Only Satellites became one of my fight songs in record time. And All Of Our Sins is terrifying and super good. Just an amazing album all around. I certainly hope they make more in the future, but if they don’t, that would be a super high note to finish on.

As for unelligible stuff, there’s Chun Li (Nicki Minaj) which I found super weird at first, but it grew on me a lot as the year went on. I’m very surprised it’s not on the US year-end list, by the way. And I wish more stuff from Indochine had charted... again, I know. Apart from that, it’s all The 1975. Love it if we made it should have been a hit but wasn’t a safe bet for a leading single so it kind of makes sense. TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME despite its stupid title was a much more convincing hit, and yet, it wasn’t one, and that pisses me off more. And It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) is one of their best songs ever. Catch me on the right day and I’ll call it better than The Sound, even. This should have been a hit. I’m so angry it didn’t happen.

But hey! Their new album is getting released in just a couple of days! Maybe 2020 is finally going to be their year? Wait and see.

Holy shit there hasn’t been a shorter list of honorable mentions since my 2008 list.

Remind Me To Forget (Kygo) - Good but (ironically) a bit too forgettable to be on the list.

Later Bitches (The Prince Karma) - So bad it’s good at its finest right there. Not enough to put it higher though.

High Hopes (Panic! At The Disco) - Tiptoes the line between good and super annoying too much to be higher. Not even the best song on the album (that would be Say Amen (Saturday Night)). Not sure why this was more popular.

Sicko Mode (Travis Scott) - God I want to love this song so bad. I tried so hard and it never completely clicked for me.

Next To Me (Imagine Dragons) - Believe it or not, this was the last cut from the list. I sincerely hope that Imagine Dragons will make good music again in the future and that their new songs will stop sounding like a person dragging themselves accross the wet sand of some post-apocalyptic beach covered in ashes.

So how do I know this was a bad year for hit songs? Well I not only struggled to find ten songs for this list but also struggled to find a suitable #1. Then I just went “I’m gonna put the only 2018 song I ever put on my mp3 player at #1 by default.” Does it make 2018 as bad as 1990? I’m not so sure. The top 3 I made for 1990 contained two songs I absolutely adored, including one of my favorite songs of all time. On the other hand, it was a bit easier to find ten songs I liked (not loved) in 2018. So... I don’t know.

I should also mention that Bohemian Rhapsody made the French year-end list again, at #83, and that is hilarious, but putting it on the list feels like cheating. Consider it to be an alternative #1!

10 - Finesse (Bruno Mars)

US: #14 / FR: Not on the list

I know. Everybody likes this song. I’m no exception, and I love its aesthetic, but I also like it wayyyyyy less than 24k Magic.

9 - New Rules (Dua Lipa)

US: #16 / FR: Not on the list

Basically, same thing here. I like it but I’m using it mostly as filler for this list. The lyrics are pretty great, though.

8 - This is America (Childish Gambino)

US: #51 / FR: Not on the list

This would be much better if the radio version had kept the gunshot sounds from the music video, but on the other hand it would have been pretty terrifying to hear gunshots on the radio while driving, so eh... this was probably the right decision to make. Apart from that, this song and this video have already been analysed by countless people on the internet and I don’t see what I could contribute after all this time.

7 - Sweet but Psycho (Ava Max)

US: Not on the list / FR: #42

This sounds like a song from the bygone era of Bad Romance and to be honest, it would have been annoying several years ago but in 2018 that was genuinely a refreshing blast from the past.

6 - Speed (Zazie)

US: Not on the list / FR: #74

To be honest, I never expected Zazie to show up on one of my lists again, but 2018′s general quality forced me to do it. This is a song that starts super slow and keeps getting faster, and it’s mostly about overcoming depression. Everything I needed that year.

5 - Let You Down (NF)

US: #29 / FR: Not on the list

I don’t think I know a single other person or critic who likes this song, and yet it charted super high. I don’t love it, and the chorus is grating, but there’s some damn powerful lyrics in there, and a lot of it is extremely relatable.

What can I say, in this day and age, if you give me a super-watered-down version of early 2000s Eminem, I’ll take it.

4 - Marry Me (Thomas Rhett)

US: #76 / FR: Not on the list

Yeah, it’s a slow emotional song and I tend to dislike those, but I heard this song only maybe four times in total and it destroyed me every single time.

No, I don’t have anything else to say about it.

3 - Un Été Français (Indochine)

US: Not on the list / FR: #67

I do not like this song’s chorus, it’s a mess and a half. There’s a lot of much better songs on the 13 album. 2033 should have been a single. But this is the one which charted instead. And you know what? I’ll take “super messy and clunkily written song about how the far right is gonna destroy this country if we let it exist any longer, sung over a nice tune” over everything I mentioned previously on this list.

In a better year, this wouldn’t have climbed higher than the honorable mentions. But yeah, I’m not gonna repeat my entire 2017 lecture about Indochine. It takes a lot for me to dislike one of their songs. Even at their weakest, their hearts are in the right place.

2 - Flames (David Guetta & Sia)

US: Not on the list / FR: #13

We’ve finally reached the songs I genuinely love and uh, yeah, there’s only two of them. This is sad. But this song is a lot of fun! And the music video is absolutely ridiculous in all the best ways.

It was also a super useful song to me. You’re being super sad and unenergetic, you’re climbing into your car to buy some food, you’re turning the radio on and suddenly you’re hearing “Go, go, go, figure it out / Figure it out, you can do this / So my love, keep on running / You gotta get through today / There my love, keep on running / Gotta keep those tears at bay / Oh my love, don't stop burning / Gotta send them up in flames” over a super good beat and yeah, definitely. You can do this.

1 - La Même (Maître Gims & Vianney)

US: Not on the list / FR: #1 (!! holy shit quality wins for once)

This might just be the weakest #1 I’ve ever put at the top of one of my lists, since the only criteria that put this one there was “this is actually on my mp3 player and none of the other songs are”. Also, somehow, I only discovered it last year even though it was the biggest song of 2018 in my country, apparently...

Even so, that’s a fantastic song with great lyrics and a wonderfully catchy tune and that would have been enough to put it at #1 on its own, I think. But look at those lyrics! (here’s a rather good translation) It’s about how society judges people by their looks in public. The chorus literally goes “If what I am bothers you, well, tough”. That’s even the title. And I like the music video a lot, with this white box in which people are put and as soon as they aren’t in it anymore you notice how different they act or look, like the buff guy who turns out to have prosthetic legs, or the grandma who turns out to be covered in tatoos. Simple but cool idea.

It may be a weak #1, but it’s an extremely useful song, because having “si je vous gêne, bah c’est la même” (”if I bother you, well tough”) turning in your head like a playground taunt, it really does wonders for your confidence.

And to think some French friends thought making these lists would make me hate Maître Gims’ music once I discovered it.

Next up: the last list?! It’s been a wild ride.

#Johannes’ bad not good pretty terrible music lists #music #long post #eye contact tw #fire tw

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glassworkspiderlilies · 5 years

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giyushino week wrap up!

aaaaand that’s a wrap!! thank you to the moderators of giyushinoweek, and to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on/sent me asks about my fics!!

it was a wild ride to write 8 fics in basically a week or so; i keep saying the fics were hastily or frantically written but LMAO considering how little fic i put out nowadays and how long it usually takes me to write because i edit as i go (which means i take f o r e v e r ), i was seriously just screaming like I JUST GOTTA DO IT I JUST GOTTA GO WITH IT I DON’T HAVE TIME the entire time haha. it was really good to be able to just think of a thing and run as far as i could with it, though!! it’s been quite a long time since i was able to do that, and it was really nice to have a project to work on in the back of my head. <3

ideally, if i work myself up to it, i’d like to revisit all of these and spruce them up to post to ao3, but we’ll see. :’)

under the cut is just some thoughts on my process during this and also writing each of the fics, if you’re interested! favorite prompt, the most difficult parts to write, what the fic was originally was, things like that.

thank you again, everyone!! back to hibernation and occasional slow snail pace writing i go, haha.

re: writing process -i tried writing a fic per day during the week before the actual event, which...kind of worked!! ideally, i was going to write a mostly complete fic each day, and then spend the week of the event editing each one before i posted it. what really ended up happening was that i partially wrote several, but not all of them, during the previous week, and then spent the week of finishing up, editing, or writing the whole thing more or less the day before the prompt was “due”, LMFAO. my weekday schedule is pretty structured because of work--I have maybe an hour or two of free time before i have to sleep--so i doubled down a bit more on the weekends. i know like it wasn’t imperative that i meet the “deadline”, but i really, really wanted to!! i figured i’ve written a fic per day for fandom weeks before so why can’t i do it again, but BOY i don’t know who i was back then. i mean, i still did it (yay!) but it seemed so much easier then?? either i was just writing more back then or less afraid or...something, or it’s just been so long that i don’t remember what i felt, LOL.

-i was really quite nervous in the beginning to post the fics, since again, they’re pretty hastily written and my usual writing process is much more “careful” and drawn out. but, it was also freeing as the week went on to just post and not worry, because the point of the week was to have fun, and not necessarily to write the best work i expected of myself within a limited time. (oh, how the perfectionist in me still hisses, though.) still, i’m glad people liked them, and even the extra notes that i just kinda spit out for some of them. :’) i do wish that some had gotten more attention than others, but those ones don’t show up in the tags and i’m not sure why, so. alas.

re: the fics -confession: as of now, i feel pretty neutral about all of them, since i wrote them in a frenzy. at some point i’ll probably go back and read them and feel differently (and catch my mistakes! oh no!), haha. -a lot of them ended up being AU, which is...??? unexpected?? but i think it was just easier to put them in an entirely different setting, so i could play a bit more loose with their characters, haha.

day 1 - glance (or hug) -this one...im pretty sure was one of the ones i waited until the last possible minute to finish up. it’s pretty basic event-wise, one of the few more regular slice-of-lifey ones for the week. it was surprisingly hard to get down the “movement” of it all; a glance is hard to describe in detail and in any other way, but i had really wanted to create kind of this...fleeting, almost nostalgic atmosphere in the back and forth of “he keeps looking, she keeps missing”, if that makes any sense. oof, it’s still hard to describe what i had wanted to achieve even outside of the fic!!

day 2 - soulmate (or family) -this one was SUPER HARD to write!!! originally i had wanted to go with a “A sees flashes of what B sees” soulmate prompt, because i figured that would be SO disorienting and would be fun to play with. but i ended up not being able to run with that one. i had also wanted to do the “soulmates write on themselves and the words show up on the other’s arm” idea, based off of what i had started in a 100 word drabble i did, but that deserved wayyyyyy more exploration and angst i was able to write in the time i’d allotted. i do like the “tattoo” soulmate aus the best, i think, and i did want to explore the one i did more, buuuut. alas. soulmates aus are something i prefer to read rather than write, i think, they can get so complicated!!

day 3 - AU (or touch) -i’ve already made enough notes on this haha, but this ended up being a little too ambitious!! it wasn’t originally supposed to stop where it did, but i just...kinda got stuck and couldn’t bring myself to continue it, because i knew it would just keep going and needed more thinking out. so i just stopped it at the scene break, and hoped it would be decent enough. :’) surprisingly people seemed to enjoy this one most of all????? or maybe it was just the au itself that was a appealing, haha. regardless, i was surprised at the amount of notes this got!

day 4 - demon & wedding -soooooo this might’ve been my favorite prompt LMAO, like when i realized what i wanted to do for this day, i got excited because like, oooh yeah, pain. definitely wanted to go in on this to flesh out and explore various aspects more than i did, but i think of all the ones i wrote, i might be the most pleased with this one so far.

day 5 - moon (or angst) -honestly, it’s a surprise i didn’t choose angst for day 5. writing about shinobu’s death would’ve been so easy, but i’ve seriously been putting it off since i started writing for kimetsu no yaiba. both “a blade of honey” and “if not cut at dusk”, which are my longer fics, were intended to be about shinobu’s death scene and turned into something completely different, and i ended up avoiding it for day 5 even though it could’ve been so easy. it’s denial, probably! anyway, shinobu’s MAD BOLD here. she would never. maybe. there’s two shinobus that i think about--the "usual” one, modeling herself after kanae, and one who’s more in line with her younger self/inner feelings. i think i went with the latter for a lot of these fics, because i didn’t have to be as careful with dialogue. giyu might’ve suffered character-wise, though, woops. but again, maybe shinobu would, in the vein that she wants to win and have the last laugh, haha. still, i feel more like she wouldn’t. :P oh, also, do you remember ages ago, when AMVs were still widespread, that scene that was everywhere in naruto where hinata’s bathing/training at the waterfall and it’s like really pretty and cool and stuff? yeah. that’s what i wanted this one to be, a little, LMFAO. genuinely surprised that people thought this one was pretty spicy!!

day 6 - kiss (or ocean) -confession: i wrote all of this while i was at work LOLLLL. it was a slow day, i promise. this might’ve been the easiest one to come up with, because the “quick, kiss me!” to escape situation is a classic. the characterization is preeeetttyyyyy loose here, but it was also kind of fun, honestly. my day 5 and day 6 run in pretty similar veins though, so i had kind of wished the endings were a bit more distinct from each other.

day 7 - date (or crossover) -honestly i had wanted to do like, a soul eater crossover!! really i was planning out an au, but i think a crossover specifically has characters of two series interacting, and then i was Tired and was like, i can’t do that. crossovers aren’t something i usually read, either, so the planning got too complicated and i gave up. the date idea was also one that came much later and one that i finished up last minute; i’d wanted to make it a little more cohesive and come up with better things for sabito’s list, but. eh. it got longer than i expected too! ideally there would’ve been more of the college life, and sabito and makomo. i thought about doing another additional notes for this, but there was wasn’t enough i had wanted to add on. really it was just the majors for them i’d been playing with--shinobu as a med student (possibly a minor in horticulture/botany, SOMEHOW), sabito & giyu as hydraulic engineering majors (sabito more on fieldwork, giyu more on research), and makomo as a marine veterinary student. shrug!! the lines of “you do realize we were set up, right” and “this was a date, tomioka-san” were the highlight for me, haha. and i’m inordinately fond of the title.

day 8 - halloween (or n*sfw) -sexy stuff isn’t my forte at all!!!! so halloween it was, but. i was thinking of skipping out on this one, and then was like, oh what the hell, you’ve come this far, of course you’re going to go the last leg, too. already wrote enough notes on this one too, but yeah, this one really was quick, and just barely meets the prompt, i think, lmao. ended up being more of a fantasy au, which was fun, though there was a lot left unexplored. ultimately just glad that i was able to come up with something for the last stretch. :)

please feel free to drop me an ask if you have any thoughts or comments! i’d love to hear your thoughts on the fics for the week, if you’d like to share. :)

thanks for reading!!

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Writer asks!

Rules: answer these questions and tag five other fic writers to do the same

Tagged by @clotpolesonly, thank you!

Author Name: thedaughterofkings (Lessa)

Fandoms You Write For: Mainly Teen Wolf, there mainly Sterek (with the occasional offering of Stoyd, Stackson and Stisaac, plus some miscellaneous prompted pairings), also some Merthur, and I’ve lately had several Drarry urges, which really takes you back! I’ve also written for SPN, and for Star Trek, and there’s some unpublished LOTR fic, but really, mostly my brain is all Sterek^^

Where You Post: here on tumblr (fics to be found on this page and under this tag) and over on AO3 Most Popular One-Shot: On tumblr: Favours, interestingly enough! It has overtaken Of dogs and deer darcy which I thought for sure would be the top! Both of them are Sterek, Favours involves some werewolf speed dating and Of dogs and deer darcy soulmate shenanigans!^^ Also, scrolling through my fic tag with an eye on the notes is very depressing - the 1k notes of Favours are wayyyyyy the outlier, like, most fics have somewhere between 10 and 50 notes outlier On AO3: by hits, comment threads, bookmarks and subscriptions: Homebound, which I’m again surprised by, but very happy about because I still love that fic a lot! It’s a sort of fix it Merthur, a little angsty and painful, but with a lot of healing and happy endings, I promise! by kudos: Here we finally have Of dogs and deer darcy in its rightful place^^ (It was my most popular fic across all platforms and categories for ages!) I think this was the first soulmate fic I wrote and it’s just cute and fluffy and funny and I do still love it! And I haven’t grown tired of soulmate AUs yet^^

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: This isn’t hard because I haven’t split many fics into separate chapters, so here the unopposed winner is Fully grown, and a well deserved one, too! My longest finished fic to date, another soulmate AU, just an all around favourite apparently - certainly one of mine! And yes, that sequel will appear eventually, just not yet (and no worries, the fic is complete in and of itself, I just have more thoughts and feelings^^).

Favourite Story You Wrote: Now that’s just mean! Any of the fic mentioned above are definitely favourites, but they do get some love already obviously, so I’ll mention two here that I think deserve more love and attention: On AO3 the only lonely boy in New York, a musician Sterek AU with pining and misunderstandings and angst and aaahhh!!! Also there be love songs and dramatic love confessions and really, what’s not there to love! Get on it, people! On tumblr Rose and thorn, because I’m always a sucker for fairy tale retellings (and will not stop with them) and I really like how this one turned out! (Also, it’s super close to triple digit notes which is very exciting, so go read and share^^)

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Posting is always nervewracking for me, because you never know how it will be received - most of the time it seems not to be received at all, which is quite disheartening in and of itself! I can’t remember worrying about negative reactions to any fic so far; there are fics hidden away in my folders that I’d fear could get a negative reaction, and well, there’s a reason those haven’t seen the light of day so far. Overall, for me the anxiety over whether anyone is even going to read my stuff and if they do, whether they are going to leave any reaction, is the worst thing about posting fic, and of course that gets worse the longer you’ve worked on something, so Fully grown was one of the badder ones in that respect.

How Do You Pick Your Titles: I cry and pray a lot. Sometimes I’ll come up with something sort of like a title right at the start and that just sticks (like Fully grown for example), but most of the time, it’ll be one of the last things and I absolutely suck at finding titles! Though summaries are way worse still, and tags are a nightmare of a different kind again^^° Those finishing touches really are hard!

Do You Outline: Sometimes. Rarely very in depth, mostly I’ll just know what I’m working towards and will keep that in mind while writing. For the longer fics I’ll sometimes have a sequence of scenes to work towards instead of just one final outcome, but so far I haven’t had a full scene by scene outline, nevermind something that blocks characters’ movements in a room or something like that!^^ So I guess the answer is sort of no :p

How Many Of Your Stories Are Complete: I have exactly one properly unfinished story posted and I feel TERRIBLE about it, so fic only gets published if it’s finished/can stand on its own now. That means it takes way longer for it to be published, but that’s just how it has to be for my own peace of mind^^ I do miss the potential interaction with readers when publishing something multi chaptered while it’s being written, though, and it’s also a very lonely process without really any feedback (apart from throwing poor Larissa occasionally at my unfinished messes), so I certainly don’t want to claim it’s the best way to do things!

In-Progress: Depends on what you mean by that - wip that are published: that’s just the one we don’t talk about :p wip that are being worked on behind the scenes - there I always have three to seven, even if I’m usually only working on one at a time :p Currently there’s a Drarry fic, two Sterek fics for Sterekweek which I REALLY need get to, several more Sterek fics, one Stoyd and one Stackson. But then again if you mean, touched in the last month, there’s probably not a single fic, and touched in the last half year would only give me three or so - my writing mojo is definitely off at war this year *sighs*

Coming Soon: Hopefully seven Sterekweek fics! :D Also, the one Drarry, but that will probably be shoved to after Sterekweek, because STEREKWEEK!!!!

Do You Accept Prompts: Theoretically yes, but I should warn you that I’ve been absolutely horrid at actually filling them over the last couple of ... years really^^° But you can always try your luck!

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: I’m honestly feeling a little discouraged with writing right now (and also, I have a headache right at this moment which makes excitement feel a little unreachable), so this question is harder than it should be, sadly! I think the Sterek ‘the Proposal’ AU I’m hoping to finish for Sterekweek should be really fun when I get it done and I’ve had some new ideas for the Stackson one, the first sequel to Pigtails, so that made me more excited for that one again! My brain cannot remember who is or is not a writer right now, so I’ll tag any writer who sees this and wants to do it! (Also, please hit me up and let me know if you are a writer who likes to do these things because I’m always struggling to come up with people to tag and it’d be absolutely wonderful to have a list to fall back on and know people are actually interested in doing this!!!)

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picassho-18 · 6 years

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Blood Petals (7)

Chapter 7: Stone Cold Calculation and Precision

Summary: (Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Assassin!Fem!Reader) When the famous death hungry assassin, the Blood Mistress, and the charismatic mob boss of Brooklyn city, James Barnes meet, heads will most definitely roll.

Warnings: language, lots of talk of abuse and torture, blood, fighting and violence, cliffhanger

Word Count: 1515

A/N: Why can’t I write this on a normal schedule. Please enjoy this wayyyyyy overdue part. Next part is the finale part including an epilogue!

And PLEASE leave feedback, I live off that stuff

With a jolt of consciousness, you awoke immediately pushing against whatever was holding you down. Your senses flooded your mind, the pain radiating from your head causing you to blackout for a second before stirring awake once more.

More groggily, you opened your eyes hesitantly, fearful the light would hurt even more. Once your eyes got adjusted, you looked around the room and your worst of fears was confirmed. Hydra captured you. And now, you’re in the room that contained all of your nightmares. The room you had spent years and years in, enduring the worst kind of pain and torture imaginable.

At the sight your breathing increased slightly, but you somehow kept your panic hidden from your eyes, keeping your blank gameface on, knowing they were watching you even if they couldn’t see you. You breathe hitched slightly went the door creaked open, revealing the dreaded Crossbones. Although you kept your face from revealing the fear that was coursing through you, he had seen your hands grip the chair’s arms that your wrists were tied to a little tighter, resulting in him grinning in satisfaction. Nothing could get past him.

“Well hello dear,” he snarled, grabbing a chair and sitting across from you. “Long time no see!” You kept your face devoid, not responding, but he continued. “Ah, no words for me? Your old friend?”

He got up, and walked closer to you. With light blood stained fingertips, he softly brushed the bruise you could feel forming on your temple. Leaning in, he whispered into your ear, “Don’t you remember the fun we had?”

At his words, you couldn’t help but jerk your head away, causing him to chuckle darkly. “Oh, I know you would never forget me. I things I would do to you. I still think about it, you know? The way you wouldn’t make a sound until I pulled out the water bucket.”

You blood grew cold at the mention of the thing on Earth that scared you the most. The simple metal bucket that contained the worst form of torture that you endured in the years you were contained here.

“Oh man. You were an angel. Taking everything I threw at you with a smile, but the second I pulled out that towel and bucket, I could literally see the blood draining from your face. It gave me such a rush.”

He sat back down, still staring you down smugly, “Tell me one thing. Have you been able to swim once since?”

You just gritted your teeth, refusing to give him any satisfaction. Knowing he wasn’t going to get any form of response, he rubbed his hands together, standing back up.

“Well then. I know you’re one tough piece of shit, so I’m not gonna bother asking any questions about Barnes until after you’ve gone through a couple of sessions.”

You deepened your breathing intentioning, preparing yourself mentally and physically for what was about to happen next. Two more men walking into the room bring the horrible bucket and a towel.

One of them tipped the chair back roughly, banging your head against the floor. But before you could even register the pain, the towel was secured tightly around your head.

And just as quickly, the water came next, and suddenly there was no air left, and only the sounds of your screams.

*****

After what felt like several hours of multiple waterboarding sessions, they finally stopped.

The two men, pulled you upright again, and retied all your of bondages, leaving you alone with Rumlow again.

Your hair was dripping wet, some still in your face, and your chest was heaving, trying to suck in all the hair you had been deprived of.

He opened his mouth, about to say something when you blurted out, “I was just a fucking kid!” your voice hoarse from the screaming.

He chuckled evily, nodding. “Yes you were. I don’t get many of those in the torture section of this mob. But oh it's so fun when I do. People tend to think kids can’t take much pain, but they should’ve seen the things mobster children can endure to protect their families.”

“You personally killed my parents right. It was you, wasn’t it?”

He smiled, showing his white teeth, “Yes, and I enjoyed every second of it.” You growled, and tried to pull against the restraints but they were too tight, only resulting in him grinning wider. “Plus, it was me who made the decision to bring you in alive for information. Little did I know that you would spill nothing, and escape nonetheless.”

You grinned, your cold purple tinted lips turning upward, remembering the joyous day that you had escaped this place. And if all went to plan, you’d be having another one very soon.

“Well, I’ll leave you only with your thoughts. God knows you have plenty to think about. A great amount of amazing memories…” He sneered, slowly walking out the room.

Aftering hearing the door’s lock click into place, you let out a long breath. Quickly you observe your surroundings. They hadn’t changed much around the place.

Well don’t change it if it works. And obviously it looks life it’s been working.

You thought as you saw splatters of blood on the wall near your head. Feeling around with your hands, you recognized the chains and cuffs they had you in. These were the kind you would use. Luckily, you knew exactly how to get out.

With a quick few deep breaths, you snapped your thumb joint, sliding your hand out of the metal circle. The sharp pain ebbed away to a soft dull ache when you jerked it back into place. Then sliding a pin out of your hair, you chuckled darkly. The idiots didn’t even search you good enough, not checking your hair for anything. So now, you were quickly picking away at the locks, at your makeshift lock pick from your pin.

Finally free, you stocked up your suit with the available weapons. Quickly, you filled up your sheaths, knives mostly, but you saw a couple pistols that would be mighty helpful.

Now at the door, with the lockpick you worked at it. It took longer, but you pride yourself on your skills and this was an essential part of your life, so it soon clicked, the door jerking open slightly.

Taking a deep breath, you waited a second before swung the door open and lifted your gun, ready to aim at the first head that you saw. What you didn’t expect was for someone to be right outside the door. Your finger slid to the trigger but the face stopped you cold, releasing the hold you had on the gun, letting it clatter to the ground.

“Bucky”

All thought left your mind, as you knees weakened and you fell into his open arms.

They wrapped around you instantly, warmth enveloping around your cold and wet body from his core and strong arms.

“Sweet Sunshine you're okay baby. I got you”

You opened your eyes slowly to see around Bucky's body. Bodies lined on the floor, puddles of blood pooling around them. The mobsters laid there, all recently lifeless due to the rage of the Mob King.

“How did you find me?” you asked, pulling away from him.

“I knew exactly where you were going. I knew you had to put those demons down.”

You nodded, realizing that Bucky understood you far more than you previously knew.

“Okay, but let’s just get out of here before they-” you started to say before sirens started to blare in the building, lights flashing red, casting a hue on the room.

“Shit. They found out I broke out. How many men did you bring Buck?”

He looked at you almost sheepishly.

“Did you come fucking alone?!”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry love, but I was in a hurry to save your ass”

“God damn it. Okay, fine, we can make it.” You started to jog, looking down each hallway, mental picturing the facility and all it’s exits.

Picking one, “I think this one leads to a back exit.”

Just as you started to run down the hallway, a couple men jogged past the hallway opening, causing you and Bucky to dash for cover, hiding behind some containers. Each of them were loaded to the max, all of them carrying knives, and pistols, along with a couple sniper rifles and grenades. Holding your breath, you remained silent until they passed.

After it was silent again besides the sirens, you let out your breath nodding at Bucky before standing up and walking down the hallway again.

The red glowing exit scene was now in view, it was right there. But before you could reach it. Two bullet shots rang through the air, causing you to jump and turn around. There you see the man himself, Alexander Pierce standing in his mobster glory with his grey suit on, and his smoking run raise towards the ceiling.

“Well, look at what I have here! The two people who I want dead most in the world!”

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mooniessuniverse · 6 years

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Amnesia || Tony Stark

Requested: Yes, by my best buddy @the-right-drug-wrong-time

Prompt(s) used: 92.“You are small and full of anger.”, 67: “You’re bleeding!”, 53. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” (prompt list here)

Summary: You lost your memory after a car accident. Everything keeps coming slowly back.

Warning(s): swearing, sexual jokes, bit of angst, Tony is insecure, fluff...

Word count: 5100

A/N: This took me wayyyyyy longer than I thought it will and it is also a loooooooot longer than I thought it will be. I am full of surprises these days, lol. I hope you will like it, Alex, and all of you who will read it willingly

My masterlist || Characters list (aka who I write for)

GIF IS NOT MINE

“...We have to run another few tests before we can release you. Of course, I will no longer tire you and allow you to get some rest; You need it,” The doctor smiled at her from behind his glasses. She forced her own smile to occur on her face, ignoring the throbbing pain in her temples.

He turned around to leave but then he added: “I almost forgot, you need to stay put and try not to leave your bed. The injury on your head caused by whatever reason could make you feel like your head is spinning and you could faint if you make too much of movement. I would also recommend that you hold off on searching for clues on your past. It could stop your brain from remembering."

She stared at him confusedly, only for him to give her a sympathetic smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose, "When the brain tries too hard to remember what it doesn't know, it tends to suppress many other memories. Not to mention it inflicts upon the other functions the brain is responsible for, like hormone productions and whatnot. Overloading the brain with trying to remember what it cannot will only cause more harm than good, ma'am. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head silently.

"Good. I'll leave you alone for now. A nurse will be by soon enough. Enjoy your rest, ma’am.”

She let a loud sigh escape her lips as soon as he closed the door behind himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. He was honestly so naive to think that she wouldn’t go and try to find anything about her past. It was stupid of him to think that anyone would just stop and not look through their stuff, especially if all they could remember was just their childhood and teenage years and nothing more.

The last decade and a half of her life was hid behind the curtain of mist and she felt helpless at the emptiness.

She let her legs fall from the edge of hospital bed and kicked them back and forth slowly, thinking through every movement she wanted to do. She eyed the room carefully.

Her room had a TV in the left corner, right next to the window with the open blinds. Under there was a table with tons of flowers, all of them her favourite. There was also a teddy bear, a little one with a blue and red shirt with traces of spider webs on it. He sat on one of the two chairs. The second one had a black bag on it, probably with clothes. On a table next to her bed was a bottle of water, something what looked like a pain killers and some fruits. She hoped that they had left her personal things in a drawer but before she opened it she took the pills and swallowed them down immediately.

She felt her stomach drop at the sudden realization of what she didn't know. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared of what she would have to find out.

Did she stay friends with Anna, her childhood best friend, or did they have some terrible arguement and stopped talking? Did she become the screenwriter she always wanted to be? Or did she started a career as a cop slash detective, like everyone predicted?

How was her family doing? Is everyone okay? Did her brother enlist in the army like he said he would? Oh, and does she have fiance or husband or wife or significant other? Or does she has more than one? Is she in poly relationship? Is she a cheater?

Oh wow, that escalated quickly.

She was glad that she has room just for herself because she was blushing so hard from her thoughts.

She waited for a few minutes for the pills to kick in, just watching through the slightly opened window. It was already dark outside and light breeze brushing over her bare feet made her shiver a bit.

It didn’t last long and she already felt better. Her headache was getting better by every second.

Oh god, these pills are some strong shit. Wonder if I can be high because of them, she giggled. Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.

She decided to finally open the drawer. Inside was a sealed package with her phone, some jewerly and a piece of paper. There was also her wallet and a pack of gum. And, oh god, a condom.

Well, now we can be sure that I have a boyfriend. Or... Who knows, she thought to herself with raised eyebrows.

She opened the package and let the items fall into her open palm. She started with the paper with a little note.

Don’t forget to tell Happy to pick Peter up. I love you, sweet cheeks. Tony P.S. Sorry about last night. I hope this breakfast will make up for it.

A grin appeared on her face without realizing. She bit her lower lip, another silent giggle escaping her lips. Tony, you bastard.

The thought was automatic, coming from seemingly nowhere in her garbled, jumbled mind. Who was this man? They must have been together for a few years by the contents of this letter. Who was Happy? And Peter? Did she have a kid?

She shook her head. She would remember if she has a son, right? She would have to remember. But one thing she couldn't deny, she felt a strong connection to the name, even if there was no face attached to it. Yet.

Her body froze when an image played across her mind.

She was holding someone in her arms, running her hand down his back while he had his arms strongly wrapped around her as well. “I am sorry, Y/N.” His voice came out deeper than usual.

She pushed him away, keeping him an arms distance length away, tightening her grip on his strong arms. She looked into his brown eyes filled with regret and exhaustion. She caressed his cheek and unnecessarily wiped away the almost dried tears, for no reason other than providing comfort to him.

“Hey, it’s okay, kid. I stand behind my decision of protecting you and helping you with anything that happens. I know Tony is angry but it's just because he is worried about you. Don’t be sorry, you did good. Briliantly, actually, and I am sure, one hundred percent, he thinks the same. You took Vulture down on your own, come on!” A wide smile spread across her face, one that he couldn't help but reciprocate. She pulled him back into her embrace and ran her hand through his hair.

“Besides, he will be back with his “mentoring” before you blink. Let’s go, we have to patch you up.”

Memories flash through her mind. She was sure of that. She was sure that these were her memories. She could remember those brown orbs anywhere, that typical “lost puppy” look.

Ha! And doctor said it would slow down remembering! Bullshit!

She went back to the rest of her things. She took one piece of the gum and started chewing while she put the necklace back on her neck where it belonged. The chain hung right between the valley of her breasts, and if she didn't know any better, she was sure that that was the necklace's main purpose.

“I have something for you,” A voice echoed, the image of whiskey brown eyes looking into hers. It was like he wasn’t sure of her reaction when he took the black velvety box from his back pocket. Despite all the confidence exuding from his body, his eyes still held traces of hesitancy.

“I couldn’t help myself, I had to buy this. Okay, maybe I didn’t buy this and actually did it myself - great work, by the way - but, ugh, well… I hope you like it,” he said as he fidgeted with little box in his hand. She outstreched her hand across the table with encouraging smile, opening her palm. He placed it there without his usual smirk, holding her for few moments.

Tony Stark was nervous. She loved it, she loved that she was able to make the most confident man nervous.

They were on the rooftop of Stark Tower. It felt like she could touch the stars if she tried hard enough.

“I'm guessing this won’t be another condom like the one you gave me the first time you wanted to sleep with me." He relaxed a little, short laugh escaping his lips at her words. He opened his mouth to retort when she interrupted, "You succeeded, may I add. Multiple times."

She winked at him, a small smirk playing on her lips. He placed his hand on her arm, rubbing a few soothing circles into the skin with a coy look on his face, “Well, I still think that it’s the most romantic thing I ever did.”

She giggled and bit her lip as she let go of his hand and opened the little box. There was small arc reactor with a diamond instead of the glowing energy it produced. (She knew she should know the exact term for it but…science was never really her thing.)

She really tried to not let tears fall down from her eyes.

“Darlin’?” he spoke up carefully, searching for resistence in her eyes.

She took a sharp breath in and looked up at him, her eyes shining brighter than the stars above them, “It’s beautiful. I am never going to take it off.”

She broke her promise. Not willingly of course, but fate has its ways, doesn't it?

When she closed her eyes, she could see the bright lights of an incoming car blinding her, and she could feel the impact the collision had on her body as she was crushed into the street light at almost full speed when she tried to avoid a man walking in black clothes she hadn't seen.

She knew Tony was worried sick. She woke up a few times, for just a few seconds during her sessions of unconsciousness. Everytime, she saw him sitting on one of the plastic chairs.

He looked tired with black bags under his eyes and messy hair. It was always just for a few blinks accompanied by terrible headache before she fell asleep again. Last time she saw him, he was asleep by her bed, holding her hand firmly.

She played with the simple ring on her hand. She put it on and took it off from her ring finger a few times before she let it on for good. It fit perfectly.

“Why are you still here?” he asked her one night when they were in each other's embrace, after a long comfortable silence. She had her head under his chin and she did soothing circles around his arc reactor. She left a kiss on his bare chest before she looked up to his face.

“I enjoy your presence. You are incredibly smart, charming and so. freaking. handsome,” she placed a kiss all over his face with every word. She giggled when he took her face in his hands and placed a kiss on her nose with a smirk. “You are complicated as hell but when you are with me you don’t hide. You are trying not to hide your emotions from me. You are honest and you are being real. You have the most adorable laugh I ever heard and I want to listen to it forever,” she lied her head back onto his chest so he couldn’t see her face.

“I know you will make fun of me but do you remember when we watched this dorky, unrealistic comedy you find so funny? I couldn’t help myself but record you when you giggled and ranted almost whole movie about how stupid it is and you asked countless times why we are still watching it. I listen to it in work, when I feel like giving up or when I am sad or when you are away on mission and I miss you. You are not what everyone else say, you are so much more,” she placed her hand over his heart hidden under the arc. “I fell in love with you. And I keep on falling,” she added with a grin.

He stayed silent. He didn’t dare to breathe, like if he thought that she would disappear if he did. So he pulled her closer, hiding his face into her neck and kissing her shoulder. “That was… the cheesiest thing I ever heard. You are the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I love you. Will you marry me?”

Oh god, she missed him so much. She wanted to go home.

Her headache was getting worse. She pressed the button to call the nurse so she would be there quicker. She wanted to know if Tony knew she was awake and another pain killer because with the intensity of the pain made it all too overhelming. She was close to tears when nurse entered the room. Before she fell to unconsciousness she heard her say: “Mrs. Y/L/N, are you okay?”

When she woke up again she had an IV and breathing mask on. She carefully looked around the room as soon as the world stopped spinning. Maybe her headache wasn’t that bad anymore but she still felt like shit.

She wasn’t alone. There was a man in the black suit, his tie was loosened a bit and his hair was a mess. He had glasses on the bridge of his nose. There were newspapers in his hand, in his free one he fidgeted with a red pen. He was concetrated on the piece of paper before him and looked awfully familiar.

She took off her mask.

“Hi,” she whispered, her throat sore.

“Good morning,” he answered absentmindedly but soon he lifted his gaze and gave her a big, goofy smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, but to be honest, I would kill for a glass of water,” she attempted to smile as well because somehow, she knew he had to be close to her. But she couldn’t grasp a name or how she met him. It worried her and she didn’t want to pretend.

When she took a drink from his hand with silent ‘thank you’ she cleared her throat. “Can you… Can you please tell me your name?” His smile fell. She felt the need to explain, she didn’t want him to be sad. “I know I know you, I am really close to these memories but a name would help.”

He went back to his chair at the end of her bed. He stared at her, unsure if it was a good thing to do. The doctor definitely warned him. The doctor told him what probably caused her blackout - her effort to get all her memories back. But the man wanted her to remember, she saw it on him. He sighed when she looked at him with beseeching eyes. He put his glasses down on the bedside table.

“I am Harold Hogan but you and almost everyone I know call me Happy. I would say I am your security guard but you reffer to me as a knight in a suit.”

Flashes of him in many opportunities to help her, his usual black suit on, played in the back of her head accompanied by another starting headache. She smiled widly, happy that her memory is really coming back. “Yeah, it suits you more,” she laughed at her own joke.

He rolled his eyes. “I guess that concussion wasn’t that bad.”

“But the broken ribs are,” familiar doctor entered her room.

She shrugged, only now acknowledging the bandages holding her chest and uncomfortable preasure there. “That memory loss is a lot worse. Did you wait behind the doors to make a dramatic appearance?” she pointed her finger lazily towards the door, her brow raised.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he took a look into a folder he was holding. “I came to tell you you will be released in a few days,” she silently cheered, “but you have to stay in contact in case you will suffer from another strong pain. You have to be more careful, Mrs. Y/L/N, and stop to force your brain to remember. Do I have to repeat my speech from the last time we saw each other?”

She tried to make herself as little as possible. She felt like a little kid who her parents caught doing something what she wasn’t supposed to do. But, well, it was true except she was an adult woman. She nodded slightly.

“Good. I would be happier if you stayed awake for longer than three hours.”

“How long was I out?” she asked curiously.

“For almost a day, Miss,” he informed her and she widened her eyes.

“Well, shit,” she muttered under her breath.

He didn’t seem to notice. “Let your memories, please, come back to you naturally. Now you see what excessive effort can cause. I hope this will not happen again,” he warningly glanced at her from behind his glasses.

He turned to Happy when she nodded again. “I will have to ask you to leave, sir. I know you are worried but as you can see, memory is fragile and rushing it can cause a lot of problems. Please, say your goodbyes, I will wait on you outside if you want more information.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“I want this information too,” she involved herself into conversation, upset that the doctor doesn’t want to tell her her condition.

The doctor smiled at her. “Of course, Miss, you are the patient, I am sorry. Would you like another cup of water?”

“You definitely were standing behind the doors and waiting for the right moment to walk in, doc.”

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She got up from the bed carefully. Her head was throbbing a bit but it was a lot better than last few days and she was determineted to get out of this place. Boredom was eating her alive. And Tony didn’t stop by. She didn’t know if she should be angry at him or worried.

Yeah, probably both.

She took a shaking breath in when she straightened her back. “Fuck,” she mumbled through gritted teeth. She looked over her room and made her way to the bag with clothes as quickly as her head let her.

She was just pulling her jeans on when a boy with brown hair and the cutest terrified look on his face she ever saw on a boy who saw her in her underwear. He quickly covered his eyes and turned his back to her.

“I-I am so sorry, Mrs Stark,” he said with voice an octave higher. Finally someone to call her by her right last name. She laughed.

“It’s okay, Pete, things like that happen-,” she stopped mid sentence. His name fell from her lips easier than she thought. She quickly put on her pants and walked up to him, turning him to face her and putting his hands gently from his face. He was blushing adorably and trying to look everywhere but at her.

“You are Peter. You are the one I was suppose to tell Happy to pick up. You are one the one who I held in my arms and who was beat up and who I was so proud of in my memory,” she studied him carefully.

His smile was so contagious that she couldn’t stop her own. “Yes, that would be me, Mrs Stark.”

She punched him light in the shoulder. “Stop calling me like that, you know it makes me feel old and too professional. Call me Y/N, the fact that I had an accident doesn’t mean that you should act differently around me,” she let the words spill naturally. Memories were coming back easily, now without being acompanied by horrible headache which she welcomed with open arms.

He surprised her by hugging her tightly around her waist and liffting her up. “I was so scared you wouldn't remember me,” he confessed with happy giggle and twirl. She, instead of replying, screamed with mouth closed. He quickly put her down and only then noticed the bandages sticking from under her t-shirt that ran up a bit. “I'm so sorry,” he apologized again while she hissed her pain away.

“It’s okay,” she let out breathlessly and waved him away when he wanted to help her sit or help somehow. She took a sharp breath in.

“It’s okay, it'll go away. I've had worse,” she assured him while pictures of catching a bullet or getting sliced by a weird looking spear through her leg played in her head. She shook her head at her memories still not setting in. Her life was a freak show at some points.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again.

She pointed a finger at him. “Stop apologizing or I will take away your webshooters.”

His jaw dropped but smiling widely right after, happy that one of his mentors is back again. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh yes, you bet your ass I would, kid. Now, where is Happy with those papers? I need to get out of here.”

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When they arrived at her (supposed) and Tony’s house she stared at it in awe. She remembers seeing the large size of the building, but things were still a little hazy. This was much more bigger and spacious than her memory had let on.

“This place is huge, you sure this is our house?” she asked Happy as they got out of the car. They dropped Peter off at his home with his aunt on their way here. She found out May was one of the greatest people she had in her life immediately after Peter opened the door from their apartment. May was just walking through the hall when she noticed them and ran up to them, hugging them both. May and her chatted for a while by which the italian woman helped Y/N a lot with remembering her life. Peter complained after a few minutes that he was hungry and that Y/N has a place to be and husband to talk to. He got double smacked in the back of his head for that.

“Yes and half of the rooms there were your idea,” Happy let her know while getting her bags out of the trunk. She held the teddy bear from Peter close to her chest and the biggest bouquet of her favourite flowers in her free hand. She decided to let the rest of the flowers to patients at the hospital.

She nodded her head in approval. “Sounds like me.”

When she got to the front door and was ready to open them she stopped and looked up where she knew cameras were.

“Friday?”

“Yes, ma’am?” The Al replied in a matter of seconds.

“Did you informed Tony about our arrival?”

“No, miss. He told me to not disturb him while he works unless it’s matter of Earth's safety,” she let her know. Y/N rolled her eyes and smirk appeared on her face.

“Wonderful. Please, soundproof any noises from the first floor while we take all things in. When I go to his lab, don’t tell him anything.”

It took them longer than she thought it would but finally, she was walking down the hall to Tony’s lab.

The lab had glass walls from one side, same as in their old house, and the rest of the walls was from classic bricks, a window every few metres high, just few centrimetres from the ceiling. Tony didn’t notice her because he was tinkering with something in undercarriage of one of his cars at the moment. She took the opportunity to silently slip in there.

She waved on Dumm-y who stood above Tony, giving him what he needed when he asked. She put her finger in front of her lips and robot understood her, not letting out anything more than some whirling. She put carefully Tony’s stuff aside of his iron desk, trying her best to not let out a sound.

“Dumm-y, give me a screwdriver. The one I asked you earlier, don’t mess it up again,” Tony’s muffled voice echoed from under the car. She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. She was unable to put her finger on the feeling that she felt in the hospital, that tug of her hurt and she realized that it was sadness. She wanted to see him there when she woke up and she was nowhere to be seen. Peter helped to bury that aside but it returned when she was in the car with just Happy at the front seat again.

She sat on the desk. It creaked as it rode back a bit. She bit her lip.

“What did I tell you?” Tony rumbled and rode from under the car. “You should be more caref-.” His words froze on his lips as his eyes fell upon her. She had a bed hair from the hospital, looking exhausted. Her eyes were still shinning with the spark he loved so much, even with the dark bags under them. Wide smile was plastering her lips that he liked to kiss so much. She had AC/DC t-shirt on that he gave her and he would bet all the things that he hold dear that she knew what that did to him.

“Hi, handsome,” she greeted him, voice roughed by emotions.

He jerked in surprise and hit his head as he wanted to get up quickly to put her in his arms. He groaned in pain. She didn’t waste a minute and she was already sitting by his side as he sat up and held his forehead. When he put it away he almost didn’t notice that there was blood at his fingertips. He felt like a teeneger again when she looked at him all worried and with hardly held back a good laugh.

“You're bleeding!” She couldn’t hold back a laugh anymore. He frowned at her playfully. “You are unbelievable. One of the world’s mightiest heroes and he gets a cut on his head because he was too enchanted by his beat up, but still beautiful,” she added quickly as he glared at her, "wife.”

He looked her over, watching out for every injury her car accident caused and followed her as she took an aid-kit from Dumm-y.

“Thank you,” she smiled at the robot and turned back to Tony who studied her face. “What? Do I have something on my face?"

He shook his head, "You're so beautiful, I can't stop looking at you.”

She blinked a few times before she shook her head affectionately. She took what she needed out of the aid-kit and started to take care of him.

“That accident must have done a lot more damage to you than we thought. You're using silly pick-up lines again.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You love them,” he reasoned.

She nodded her head. “Yeah, I love them.”

The comfortable silence fell upon them. They felt like themselves again when they were with each other, they were the missing pieces that other was missing. He missed her and she missed him. They were able to function and relax without each other but when one of them was at the hospital or away on a mission or just gone for a long time, it affected them more than they wanted to admit sometimes. The connection between the two was strong, stronger than they thought that they would ever have with anyone. They loved each other, they cared for each other and helped each other in the way that other people couldn’t.

Their moment was disturbed by Tony himself. “I wished that you wouldn't remember me for a while.” She took a deep breath to say something but he continued. “If you wouldn’t remember me you could have started over. Without this superhero bullshit, without danger, without a man who has to many issues to solve them in a few months - I am an asshole. You could have start with a chance to have a proper family, to-.”

She cut him off, “I will stop you right there. Listen carefully and remember with me. As I once told you - everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy, the bad boy who will broke my heart one day. Well, you know how I was and still am with advices. I never listen. You remember the night you asked me to marry you?” she smiled softly at the memory and gave him a quick peck on his lips that left him wanting a proper kiss before she continued.

“I meant all of it and I still do. You might be an asshole sometimes and do some stupid decision from time to time but it’s human and you are still learning. And besides, and that’s what I stand behind, you are kind of just, small and full of anger,” she gave him another peck when he glared at her with raised eyebrows.

“I know I forgot for a while who you were and that I love you more than anyone on this stupid planet. But I am back now and I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me just as I am stuck with you. I love you,” she repeated while looking into his eyes.

He didn’t think, just listened to his heart. So he lifted himself up and locked his lips with hers. They were soft and tasted like the minty toothpaste she used but he didn’t mind at all. She was there, somehow okay and still alive and breathing and remembering him.

As soon as their lips connected, all his troubles were gone and all that mattered was her and only her.

She placed her hand to the back of his neck and shimmed closer to him to kiss him better. His lips felt roughed against hers and he tasted like coffee but she didn’t mind a bit. He felt like home and that was all that matter.

When they pulled away to catch their breaths it didn’t take her long to find her words again. “And you are right, you have many, many issues, like PTSD and Daddy issues and insecurities and ego bigger than-.”

He growled and pulled her into his lap, kissing her again as she giggled.

All that mattered was that they were together and happy. The outside world could wait a minute.

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please do pokespe, specialshipping, and gold!

This turned out way, wayyyyyy longer than expected so I’m putting it under a cut!

PokespeFavorite character: Tie up between Red and Yellow, I think!Red is a wonderful boy; courageous, kind, intuitive. He’s got a good heart, a great head for battle, and a passion to achieve his goals with his companion Pokemon. Blaine’s words about him always struck me:”Pokemon Trainer. Someone who spends his life with, trusts, and is trusted by his Pokemon. Someone like you, Red.” He may not be a perfect child (overconfidence in his earlier chapters stick out quite a bit, and of course, they showcase his character development!), but, like Blaine, Red is everything I’d aspired to be as a Pokemon Trainer. Yellow is a lovely child with a golden heart. She represents a sort of kindness that I sometimes wish I had more of. Her battle with Lance yielded this conversation:“Pokemon aren’t tools for killing! Even this battle of yours has hurt not only humans, but Pokemon as well!”“I hate fighting… I’m truly sad when any Pokemon are injured… Even my opponent’s!” “Aren’t Pokemon your friends too!?“ Despite her pacifist nature, she’s willing to fight with all she has to protect those she cares for. She feels guilt and pain whenever she has to hurt Pokemon, but goes through it anyway, to fight for what she believes in: humans and Pokemon living in harmony together. And though she may not have the same sort of battle sense that Red does, she can still pack quite a punch, and she has a few ingenious ideas of her own, too (see the Team Rocket on the ship battle). Least Favorite character: Pryce, I think…? His entire arc was just ridiculously melodramatic, and it didn’t make a lot of sense ^^; 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):Red/Yellow, Green/Blue, Daisy/Bill, Gold/Silver/Crystal in a happy threesome family, Ruby/SapphireCharacter I find most attractive:It might have been N or Steven, but unfortunately, Yamamoto’s art when he was drawing those two was horrendous. ^^;; I mean, dude, noses don’t work like that! So probably Lance from the Mato era… or Red. Character I would marry:Maybe Falkner? He has a day job and he’s a good guy, and he makes gym leader! Otherwise, Steven’s very good husband material. Character I would be best friends with:Maybe Ruby? I too would like to groom my Pokemon endlessly and exclaim over how beautiful they are.A random thought:The Pokemon world is just so fantastical, there’s no way to make it realistic without having to revamp almost 70% of the entire world. ^^: Despite Pokespe seeming like a semi-realistic portrayal of it, there are way too many questions about the way things work in there that a reader still has to suspend disbelief in order to enjoy fully XD;;; An unpopular opinion:I really, really don’t much like Whitwo. :/ My canon OTP:Red/Yellow! The two of them share similar worldviews, something that I think is instrumental for building a good relationship.Red’s words in the same chapter as the Blaine one from above: “Mewtwo’s a pretty scary creature, all right. But all it knows is being held prisoner in a lab. All it knows about humans is that we’re arrogant and cruel. But what if it learns something different? What if it learns that not all humans treat other creatures badly? Find out, Blaine. Teach it.” His optimism and willingness to believe in the world is absolutely beautiful. Yellow had a similar scene in her battle with Lance. “It’s true that humans have done selfish things, taking away Pokemon’s homelands… Stripping them of their food supply… I’ve seen the results of that on my journey!”And later, with Dragonite: "Of course you feel rage toward humans. But think…. His way isn’t the answer! Humans don’t deserve death–any more than Pokemon! Humans and Pokemon can live together! I know it!”Despite knowing how terrible humans can be, both of them still believe that the rest of the world can come to understand things the way they do; that Pokemon and humans are all beings that deserve a chance to live in the same world, in peace and harmony. I love these scenes, not just for the parallels between my ship, but because they really define Red and Yellow as who they truly are. As a note, I put this under canon despite there being no official confirmations or confessions, because I think there are enough scenes (especially in the later volumes) that blatantly hint at the creators pushing them together. Although I’m not completely happy with all of them (some of the writing is way too forced, man), I’m glad that at least Kusaka seems to want them together. XD;

Non-canon OTP: Green and Blue! Although they don’t have a lot of shippy moments in canon (most of the time he’s just going TSK WHAT A NOISY WOMAN at her), I like their pair character dynamics, and the thought of their everyday life together never fails to make me laugh. XDMost bad*** character:Red! But also Ruby. The boy is very, very cool. Other than the humans, Mewtwo and Pika are pretty badass Pairing I am not a fan of:Black/White. I did enjoy the BW arc, but I felt like the two protags suffered from not enough character and relationship development. I was more inclined to ship White with N based on their writing, except of course canon moments obviously support BlackWhite more. For me, however, a few ‘romantic moments’ without any proper relationship developments don’t make me feel like shipping two characters. Bill and Daisy didn’t get any, either, but they’re supporting characters who don’t appear very much, after all. Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):GOLD. I love the boy, he was so amazing and hilarious, but the fact is, his character arc was completely screwed. Aaaaand I’m going to elaborate on this in the last section of this ask.Favourite friendship:Red and his mons. Also Yellow and her mons. Between the humans, Gold and Silver make me particularly happy, but the Kanto Four together are great too. Specialshippingwhen or if I started shipping it: I think I thought of it as a jokeship at first, when Prof Oak was thinking “Does this child have any thought in her head that isn’t connected with Red”, but I only really started seeing them as a serious ship at the end of the Yellow arc, when Kitty/Piisuke’s String Shot was connecting them wwwmy thoughts:I uh…. I think I covered this in the OTP section above HAHAHAWhat makes me happy about them:The way they’re both happy together just talking about Pokemon and loving them What makes me sad about them:The awkward forced romantic hints that popped up here and there after Mato left :Things done in fanfic that annoys me:I can’t stand it when they’re written out of character. :/ Things I look for in fanfic:Anything in-character. HAHAHAHA. I also appreciate when, despite the humans being the main focus, the Pokemon also play an active role in the story. Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I guess I could sort of see Red going with Blue and Yellow with Green… My happily ever after for them:Yellow opens a Pokemon Sanctuary somewhere and Red takes over the Gym of that town. GoldHow I feel about this character: As I mentioned above, Gold was completely screwed up by the writers. Up until he read that letter from Professor Oak in Vol 14, he had just been fighting on his own terms. Yet suddenly, when he received a letter that he had originally hoped to contain tips on how to win an upcoming battle, he goes into an existential crisis because Professor Oak didn’t acknowledge that he has any ‘special abilities’! “What about MY abilities? There must be something! Don’t I have an ability that places me alongside the other Pokemon trainers?! TELL MEEEEEEEE!” That melodramatic panel of his silhouette is just… melodramatic. He respected Prof Oak, but not to any extreme degree. Why would he have felt so lost and denied just because a Professor he had barely met a few times didn’t know what his abilities were?To top the ridiculous off, the scene continues with them finding an extra page of the letter and going “WAIT GUESS WHAT. PROF OAK THINKS YOU’RE A BREEDER” and Gold conveniently hatches the Pichu egg at the same moment. And they fly off to fight. And then everything’s okay again? ….DID I MISS SOMETHING! *angry Timon noises* All that angst a page before would have been easily avoided if they just took every page out to begin with! And if it was solved so easily, it obviously isn’t worth angsting over! Gold could have been a great, great character, if only they hadn’t made his point of realization “YEAH I’M A BREEDER BECAUSE PROF OAK SAYS SO”. )o)All the people I ship romantically with this character: None, reallyMy non-romantic OTP for this character: I love his interactions with Silver. wwMy unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t ship him romantically with Silver or Crystal. :/ One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:PROPER. CHARACTER. DEVELOPMENT. *SOBS*My OTP: NoneMy OT3:With Silver and Crystal as a family! I love the fact that Silver camps out at his house to watch Proteam Omega.

#thank you for asking #pokespe #tagging because this turned into character analyses #of sorts #specialshipping

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