#and if they did they wouldn’t have to ship the fucking uncle with everyone else

[deityofhearts]

it’s the way a lot of y’all can’t get into or finish a series unless you have characters to ship together and somehow think it’s the series’ problem and not your own

#deity dialogue #if you can’t get into a book or show or movie because you can’t ship characters together that’s your problem and honestly you should fix it #especially since a scary amount of y’all will start shopping characters who are RELATED because you can’t sit through shit otherwise #when encanto came out there was a freak complaining about how the series should have given them characters to ship together #and if they did they wouldn’t have to ship the fucking uncle with everyone else #nasty freak

[princesssarcastia]

since so many people liked the snippet of this chapter i posted to tumblr last week, here's the full version!

so: In the aftermath of a sudden and long-awaited reconciliation, and a battle, Bradley sticks to Maverick’s side like glue.

(you can also read it here on ao3)

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Bradley levels the doctors and nurses with a blank, uncompromising stare every time they try to move him to his own bed.  Maybe there was a chance a few hours ago, freshly coming down from the high of feeling glad to see Maverick for the first time in fifteen years, where Bradley would have taken the chance to sit alone in the dim and lick his wounds.  To punish himself in private.

That was before one of these idiots let it slip in his earshot that this is Maverick’s second ejection in a month.

He’s not moving an inch.

And Maverick won’t make him.

So that’s that.  There’s nobody else in a thousand miles of this ship who has a chance of getting Bradley to do something he doesn’t want to.

Every instinct feels rusty, here.  It’s been so long since he was in a position to comfort, to want to comfort.  But Bradley wants…

He wants. 

Maverick tenses so abruptly when Bradley starts moving toward him that he immediately regrets it.  Especially when Mav hisses in pain, muscles that shouldn’t be moving now twisting themselves into knots because Bradley couldn’t—

“Hey, no, come back here,” Maverick says roughly, when Bradley pulls his hand back.  “Come back,” he repeats, and leaves his own lying palm up at his side.

Hesitantly, Bradley slides their hands together, applying gentle pressure until Maverick squeezes back.

“It’s okay,” Maverick says, as Bradley keeps his eyes on their joined hands.  It’s been so long.  The years start welling up in his chest, spreading to his eyes, pushing him to scream and rage and let it all out on the man who always lets him—

No.

“No,” Bradley says faintly.  “No, I don’t think it is.”

“It will be.”

Bradley looks up, finally.  “How do you figure?”  He looks up and sees his dad, lying there, too many machines hooked up to his body for everything to be okay.  Looking too small for the underclothes and the blankets piled on him, too small for the dark circles to fit on his face.  Funny, how he didn’t notice those before the mission.  Before they got back. 

The last time he saw someone look like this—

The last time he sat next to someone’s hospital bed and held their hand—

Oh, fuck. 

It hits him again in a wave.  The undertow grasping at his feet.  Uncle Ice is gone. 

“Maverick,” he says, breathless with it.  “Dad,” he says, and his voice cracks wide open and lets it all out for Maverick to hear.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

“You don’t have to—”

“I’m sorry about Uncle Ice,” Bradley finishes.

Maverick rears back with everything but his hand, drawing another hiss from his own lips when he moves things he shouldn’t be moving.  His eyes are already wet, wide, and wild with it.

“And I’m sorry,” Bradley swallows, “I’m so fucking sorry.  For what I said to you.  If I’d known…” He trails off.  He’d like to think he wouldn’t have said it.

No wife.  No kids.  No one to mourn you when you burn in.

But he can’t promise that.  And he won’t lie.  So, he leaves it there.

His dad looks everywhere but at him.  It would hurt more if he didn’t have Bradley’s fingers in a white-knuckle grip, holding on for dear life.  The monitor next to him picks up speed and runs with it, fast enough to make Bradley wonder if they aren’t about to get interrupted by some angry medical staff trying to kick him out for the third time.

“I did wonder,” Maverick says, heart still on display and going wild, “just for a second.  If maybe, we were a little better at it than I thought.”

Now it’s Bradley’s heart racing.  They don’t talk about it.  Maverick and Iceman, the pair of them never talk about it, and neither does Bradley, and neither do Rachel or Isaac or Sofia, as far as he knows.  Everyone knows.  No one talks about it.  These are uncharted waters. 

“Nah, you were pretty bad at it,” Bradley says, lighter than it deserves.  Light enough to keep this above the waterline.  “To anybody who—who cared.”  And that’s it.  That’s all he has for this, especially in the middle of a fucking navy carrier where they still shouldn’t talk about it.  Even if Maverick is suddenly in a sharing mood about the biggest taboo of them all, even if it looks like he could ask, and Maverick would answer. 

So, he starts sweeping his thumb along the back of Maverick’s hand instead.  Slow, steady motions, like he can draw some of the pain out through his dad’s skin. 

Maverick takes one deep breath, then another.  Then a third, and they’re getting closer together.  “And you,” he sucks in another breath, something twisted up on his face, “you—care.”

It’s a knife between his ribs, and he deserves every serrated inch of it.  “I do,” Bradley says.  “God, I do care.  About you both.”  I’m sorry, he doesn’t say, I’m sorry I made you doubt me, because he wants to be here and he doesn’t want to lie…and he’s not sure, yet, that he’s sorry for all of it.

Maverick’s breathing doesn’t speed up any more, but it doesn’t slow down, either.  Doesn’t let him say anything back. 

“Talked to Rachel at the funeral,” Bradley says, eyes back on their hands.  “She’s still pissed as anything at me.”  He sits up straighter in his seat, ignoring the aching in his spine and the way it pulls at scattered tears in his skin.  Starts timing out his own breathing.  In for four passes across the back of Maverick’s hand, pause, and out for seven more.  Again.  And again. 

Maverick shifts, probably looking at Bradley as he catches on to his game.  Maybe he smiles.  Maybe he softens.  Bradley wouldn’t know, though, because he can’t meet his gaze right this second. 

“I always hated that,” Maverick says, finally.  Capable of speech, at least, that’s better.  Even if his voice is strained.  “The kids carrying our shit for us.  Hated that.  Kids shouldn’t have to carry that.  Just because we were…” he trails into nothing.

It’s their shit, too, Bradley doesn’t say.

She has a right to it, Bradley doesn’t say.

Since when am I not one of your kids? Bradley doesn’t say.

“Me, too,” Bradley says finally, because it’s true.  “I hate it, too.”  Breathes another cycle, willing Maverick to join him without being willing to ask.  “But they can’t always help it, you know.  Can’t help loving.  Or caring.”

Even when I wished I could, wished more than anything, Bradley thinks and doesn’t say.  Even then, I couldn’t help it.

“Doesn’t mean they needed to pick sides.  We never—that was never what we wanted.”

Bradley huffs.  “Tried that for a few years, remember?  Didn’t really work out.”

“Yeah.”

He sounds strangled, again, so Bradley stops poking at him for conversation and focuses on the breathing.  Focuses on their hands.   They’ve both got dirt caked into their wrinkles and folds and embedded under their nails.  There’s blood, too.  Little speckles of it, on Maverick’s, from doctors-alone-know-where, and a great smear of it on the back of Bradley’s hand.  He must have swiped at his neck at some point.  Irritated at the feeling of blood creeping where it didn’t belong.

He wants to clean it off.  Wants to get rid of the dirt and the blood and the reminders of how they got here.

But he’d have to let go, to do that.  Probably have to pry Maverick off him with a crowbar of some kind, too, given that he’s still white knuckling this particular maneuver.

“I don’t remember much of it.”

Bradley looks up, finally.  Maverick is looking down at him again but there’s something fuzzy about it.  The painkillers that were promised finally doing their jobs, maybe.

“Much of what?”

“The funeral.  Ice’s—the service.  I know I left my wings with him, but I don’t remember…what anyone said.  If I said anything.”

His gut starts shifting and twisting and coiling like some kind of animal trying to threaten him, ready to strike.  “You didn’t say anything,” Bradley says quietly, unsure.  “It was…I mean.  They gave him all the honor he was due.”

“You were there,” Maverick says, not quite a question but close.  His gaze winds between Bradley’s eyes, looking for something.

“Yeah, Mav, I was there.  So was the rest of the detachment.  Think they called in most of Fightertown to see him off.”

“But you were…” Maverick trails off, his voice threaded with confusion.  Definitely painkillers, Bradley thinks, as he tries to parse out what Maverick wants from him—assuming it’s not just to twist the knife.  Of course it isn’t, he corrects himself.  Mav was never the one who liked to do that, between the two of them.

“I would have been there anyway, even if they didn’t tell us.  I would have come.  Would have skipped out on training and snuck in with the crowd, if I had to.”  Bradley thinks about it for a second and realizes that’s what he did anyway.  He did sneak in, tried fruitlessly to avoid the casualties of this, his longest war, now bereft of the very bedrock of their lives.

“I didn’t see you,” Mav murmurs, still confused, his eyes turning sightless to the middle distance.

“I don’t think you were seeing much of anything besides Uncle Ice,” Bradley says, lost in this conversation.  What does he want?  What is he missing?

Maverick lays his head back against the bed and blinks at Bradley like an animal, slow and trusting except for the furrow in his brow.  “Wanted to see you.  I looked for you, but I couldn’t see you.”

“I’m sorry,” Bradley chokes out.  “I’m so sorry, I know I wasn’t there for you.  I know the things I said—” his throat closes up and he loses the fight to get those words out.  But Maverick waits for him to finish, so patient with him like always.  “I just wish I’d known, about Uncle Ice.  I wish I’d known he was sick again.  I would have gone to see him,” Bradley says, desperate for Mav to believe him about this one thing despite all the evidence to the contrary.  “I would have gone, no matter what.  I’m sorry,” his voice breaks again and he ducks his head and swipes at his eyes with his free hand.

Maverick’s sigh rustles the hair on the back of his head, it’s so big.  Shifting fabric, a quiet sound in the back of his throat, and then Mav’s other hand is resting there, gently, so gently, on his head.  “Don’t be sorry,” he says, voice more grounded and present now.  “Don’t be sorry you didn’t know.  It’s his damn fault for not telling anyone,” he adds.  “Not yours.”

Bradley remembers the funeral, remembers the anger in everyone’s faces along with the grief, but he’s not one to talk.  And he can’t imagine—he can’t imagine—

“Yeah, but he didn’t tell me because I wouldn’t let him.  I wouldn’t let either of you talk to me.”

“He was the commander of this whole goddamn ocean, Bradley, if he wanted to tell you it wouldn’t have mattered what you wanted.  Besides,” his voice is slow and grinding, “he didn’t tell me, either.  He didn’t tell anyone.”

At that, he looks up, sliding Maverick’s hand down to his neck.  “No.  He—no.  He must have told you.”

“No,” Maverick says, steadied again by something burning in his eyes.  “No, he made Sarah do it.  Just like he made her—” he cuts himself off and jerks his head away, a muscle in his jaw ticking once, twice.  “Last week.”

“Last week.”  Bradley feels like he must be on some painkillers of his own, now.  The good stuff, the stuff that should have Maverick out cold already, because what.

Here is another first in what he can only now bear to hope will be a long, long line of them: he’s furious.  He’s furious on Maverick’s behalf and it sits in his chest like a breath of fresh air, like relief.  How dare he, Bradley doesn’t say.  What an asshole, he keeps tucked behind his teeth.  A question forms he can’t find the words for even in his own head about Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ice and Maverick, one he’ll probably never find the words for.

“I’m sorry,” he finally settles on.  “God, I’m sorry.”  This time, Maverick doesn’t chastise him, just squeezes his hand, because he can hear the difference.

“I knew as soon as I saw him that it was close.  That he wouldn’t…make it.  Much longer.  I missed so much of his life, Bradley, so much of him, I couldn’t be there all those years but I wanted to—I wanted to be there for him.  For Sarah.  I wanted to hold his hand when he—” Maverick’s voice is full of tears and grief and startlingly close to overwhelmed.  “I just wanted to be there, I wanted to see it, I wanted to see him again,” his breath starts to hitch.  “I never got to see him, never, Bradley, I miss him so much,” Maverick swings his head back to Bradley, meets his horrified gaze with tears running down his face and bright red eyes.

He surges up from Maverick’s bedside and settles awkwardly on the edge, pulling him into his arms and wrapping a firm hand around his neck and a gentle one around his ribs.  His dad buries his weeping face into Bradley's shoulder, arms circling him in turn and clutching at his shoulders.  He keeps talking, babbling into the fabric of his flight suit.  Whatever brief reprieve his anger gave him from the drugs is gone, long gone.

Most of it is unintelligible, but disparate words make it through.  “Meant to” and “locker” and “phone” and “forgot, I forgot,” the last one nearly rising to a wail.

The monitor grabs his attention again, Mav’s heart-rate skyrocketing with his grief.

It’s only been a few hours since he last felt this helpless, since the last time it felt like he was losing Maverick right before his eyes.  Bradley feels his own pulse in his neck trying to get him to panic, too, but he keeps a tight grip on it.  Breathes in carefully, with thought, to try and slow it, and his chest pushes against Maverick’s with gentle pressure until he releases it.

The sobbing in his shoulder stutters as he does it, so he does it again, keeping hold of that odd awareness of every breath so he can use them to tether his dad to him.  In for four, hold, out for seven, hold.  In, and out, and in, and out, until Maverick settles back into hiccuping breaths instead of gasping ones.

He doesn’t say a damn word.  What is there to say?  Don’t be angry at a dead man?  Don’t mourn him so loudly, either?

No.  Bradley just holds him, instead, and breathes, and threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.  He tips his head to the side, pressing his temple against Maverick’s, and closes his eyes, and breathes.

And Maverick breathes with him.

As he goes slack in Bradley’s arms, as he eases Maverick back down against the pillows and pulls his shitty sickbay blankets up to his chin, as he slowly settles back into his shitty bedside chair like a mountain, like he’s a thousand years old and aching with it, he hopes his dad's sleep is restful.

He hopes Maverick doesn’t have to dream about missing Iceman; hopes that living with it is enough.

#top gun #top gun fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #no ocs this time just the canon characters #these poor bastards #lots of crying and emotions #mostly because maverick is in fact on soooo many drugs #my fic #grief #reconciliation

[stetervault]

Hiii! Been delving into Steter now, in the year of our lord 2021, even though I never really did when I was active in the fandom years ago and I was wondering if you'd have some longfic recs for the ship? Like, fics that are Classics(TM)? But happy endings! And I'm not super into those in which Stiles is still underage 😬 do u have any recs? Thanks!

Welcome to the Steter fandom! I definitely have some long fics to rec, some of them are super old lol, and I'll stick to ones around 20k or over, and most of them are finished. And hmm, considering the ship, and a lot of fics like to start off in season 1 where Stiles is still technically a teenager, I'll try to limit these to ones with Stiles being at least 16/17 before anything starts happening, and only 18+ if there's explicit content. I hope that's okay.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it's turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

Bite Down by EclipseWing

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

as you are by veterization

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

The zombie apocalypse forces Stiles to learn how to cook.

The Will by Guede

We are gathered here today for the reading of Gerard Argent’s will.

On the Importance of Lunar Influences in Gardening by Guede

“Oh, it’s you again,” Stiles sighs. He puts down his basket and drops the bunch of onions into it, and then dusts off his hands. “Can’t you get your own strawberries? I mean, I have it on good authority that wild strawberries? They’re a thing. They exist. They’re out there.”

“But Stiles,” says the werewolf dangling by one foot from the tree, sticky red smears around his mouth and all over his fingers. “Your berries are so juicy, so ripe. Those ones in the woods are mere passing indulgences compared to the royal feast you have in your garden.”

Genii loci Stiles and his father run a community garden, and it’s all good, except for the werewolf who keeps sneaking over the fence to raid Stiles’ strawberry patch (and the hunter who’s constantly hanging around his father).

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk (WIP)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

OR

The things in the Argent's basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can't seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Open Wounds by Guede

Talia got out of the fire with Peter, but everyone else died. Years later, they’re still struggling with injuries, but they’ve at least settled in with oddball werewolf Stiles. And then other werewolves start showing up. Familiar ones.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia.

"Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

Bone Deep by ShippersList

A body in the woods, a mate, and a long-awaited revenge.

Peter had no idea how his life would change when he followed the strange pull in his chest.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks. “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is. “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her. The camps…��aren’t camps. Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven't spoken to in over five years.)

Uncle Peter Doesn't Date by Mellow (SweetCandy) (WIP)

“Oh don’t lie, you love it.” Peter purred and winked at his newest arm candy, who spluttered for a few seconds, before blushing like a 16 year old virgin. Considering how young he looked Laura wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually 16. “Shut up Peter!” Bambi squeaked, still flushing and averting Laura’s eyes. “Well, anyways, I’m,” ‘Bambi’. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, pleasure to meet you- again.” Stiles smiled sheepishly, obviously nervous. Stiles Stilinski. Definitely a stripper then.

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Or: Laura was prepared for whatever piece of armcandy her uncle had decided to show up with, what she hadn't been prepared for was Stiles Stilinski...her uncle's boyfriend.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire (WIP)

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

A Curious Magic by Triangulum

Overall, Stiles is very well-known in the supernatural community. It’d be hard not to be, not with how his reputation has grown like wildfire. He knows and is on good terms with nearly all the fae that reside in the preserve, the asrai that live deep in the lake, the Ito pack, the vampire couple that lives over in Beacon Valley (they buy an ethically-sourced food supply from Stiles), as well as almost every other supernatural entity in the area. But Talia Hale doesn’t like him, and a werewolf pack tends to do what their alpha tells them to.

So it’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down his spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. Stiles, in his office in the second floor turret, sets down the amulet he’s packing up for Marin and moves to the large window overlooking the front of his property. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

Light in the Dark by cywscross

It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else.

~~

Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

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Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

#rec list #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #fanfic rec #akielosrises #ask

[holylulusworld]

Single Parent

Title: Single parent

Square Filled: Relationship break-up

Ship: Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Benny LaFitte

Rating: Mature

Summary: Your arranged bond with Dean grows fruits but you can’t be happy as you should.

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, unrequited feelings, sad reader, abandonment, Dean being a douche, giving birth (no description), shitty relationship, pregnant reader

A/N: I already outlined the story before I got the request. I changed the ending and a few scenes to make it fit.

Word Count: 3.5 k

Written/Created for: @spnmixedbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

2021 SPN Mixed BINGO Masterlist

Now…

“No John, I’m done,” you cry, running your hand over your baby bump. “You could force me to marry your son, to stay with him and have his heir,” you sniff, looking around the guest room you chose over your comfortable bedroom. “But you can’t force me to play the obedient housewife. I tried, John—I really tried but Dean doesn’t even like me.”

“He’s just a little stubborn and rough on the outside like me, doll,” John tries to reason with you. “Show him the latest ultrasound and he’ll change.”

“No, he won’t,” voice bitter you sit on the bed, shaking your head lightly. “That’s the problem. I-I’m nothing more than a breeder to your son. I know he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, but I had hoped he’ll be kinder to me when he sees me swollen with his child. I know he cares for the baby, but sadly I’m not sure it’s because he loves them or as you want an heir.”

“Y/N,” sitting next to you John watches you tear up. Months of rejection and coldness took a toll on you. “I didn’t know it’s that bad.”

“He told Sam I’m nothing but a vessel for his child, John. I could be dead, and he wouldn’t care,” choking out a sob you give John a sad smile. “Did you know he never came to the doctor with me? He never showed and my gynecologist believes I am a single parent – and maybe I am.”

“What happened last week? Why did you suddenly move out of your shared bedroom, doll? Did Dean hurt you?”

“Not physically-“ you huff, looking at the wedding band around your finger. “I was at my doctor’s practice for the next check-up, as usual, Dean didn’t show, even though, he promised to be there,” sniffling you take the wedding band off, dropping it onto the bed, not wanting to feel it on your skin right now.

“We had a meeting, I’m sorry for keeping Dean away from you,” John lies, you can see it in his eyes and his voice is a little too low. He doesn’t realize you know him too well to not see through his lies. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you, Y/N.”

“I saw all those happy couples and excited dad’s pacing around the waiting room and realized, Dean gives a shit on me and his child. I can’t leave, but at the same time I won’t pretend Dean is not the cold-hearted man he is,” sadly you can’t hide you are still in love with his son, but your try your hardest.

“What happened, Y/N? I heard you fought with your husband. Did he hurt you?” John presses. “I need to know…”

“You really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you everything happening that day-“

One week earlier…

“Mrs. Winchester,” the nurse chirps, leading you into the room. “Where’s your husband? Didn’t he want to join us today?”

“He wanted but as always, business comes first,” you grumble, handing the young woman a business card. “That’s my brothers-in-law’s number. If I ever need help, please call him.”

“What about your husband?” confused the nurse looks at you, blinking a few times before she recognizes your teary eyes. “Ah, got it. I will call Sam Winchester if it’s necessary. We will add it to your medical record.”

“Thank you,” giving the nurse a sad smile you try to push the tears away. “As I said, my husband is always busy, and Sam offered his help. If not, call the second number, that’s my father-in-law.”

“No problem, Mrs. Winchester. Now let’s turn our attention toward your baby. Are you excited to find out about the gender?” nodding you swallow the lump in your throat, hiding you wished Dean would’ve come to find out with you.

“All done, Cher?” watching you walk out of the practice, a soft smile on his lips Benny offers his hand to you. “So, did they tell you the gender today?”

“It’s a boy,” you choke out, done fighting the tears. “You’re the first one I told, Benny-“ ignoring people watch you cry outside of your doctor’s practice you hide your face in Benny’s chest.

“He should’ve been here, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“Everyone is always sorry; everyone but Dean,” angrily fisting Benny’s jacket you look up at your bodyguard. “I’m done trying, Benny. This is ridiculous. He’s not interested in me or the baby.”

“Dean cares about the baby, Cher,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “It’s true.”

“Dean only cares about my son as he needs an heir. There is no love in him. I-I wanted to share this with him. Dean, he should’ve been here with me, experience every step but he refuses to even give me that. My first pregnancy should’ve been something special but now, it only makes me sad.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks, awaiting your report as usual.

“Still alive. Benny got the ultrasound if you want to see them. If you want to know about the gender, ask your friend too,” you quip, walking toward the walk-in-wardrobe to get your favorite pajamas, you ignore Dean follows you. “Unlike other people he was there.”

“I had a meeting, Y/N,” arguing Dean watches you gather more clothes, frowning as you didn’t jump on him to tell him every single detail about your appointment. 

Usually, you would excitedly tell him about the baby, forcing him to look at the ultrasound picture and demand his attention. Today, you barely said two words, not even tried to talk to him. 

“A meeting, sex with one of your girls – I don’t care Dean. I’m tired of this, of you. To give you the space you need, I’ll go and have lunch with Charlie. Don’t wait for me–“ you chuckle, humorlessly. “Ah, yeah I forgot. You wouldn’t care if I never return.” walking out of the room, leaving a speechless Dean behind, you slam the door shut, making him flinch. 

“Benny, my wife is gone; just like all of her belongings, we need to find her! She’s pregnant with my child.”

“You only care about the baby, huh? Do you even know it’s a boy, Dean?” Benny sneers, placing the ultrasound picture into Dean’s hand. “Y/N is not gone, she simply moved into the guestroom next to John’s room. I helped her while you were out, doing god knows.”

“Wait – she moved into the guestroom? Why?”

“Seriously, Dean? You promised to be there, at least to get to know about the gender, and yet, you didn’t come to the practice. I think Y/N gave up trying,” huffing Dean watches you step out of the guestroom, ignoring he glares at you.

“Y/N, you can’t just move out of our bedroom!” muttering the words Dean watches you walk past him.

“Oh, you meant me. I thought I’m only a vessel, a breeder to carry your heir,” whipping your head toward Dean you give him a cold glare. Your heart races and you can feel fresh tears well-up to your eyes, but you need to get this out before you can return to your room and cry some more. 

“I’m talking to you, Y/N. What if you go into labor and I’m not close by?” Dean mutters.

“I think it’s for the best you keep on ignoring me and give your whores all of your attention,” brushing past Dean you slap his hand away when he tries to touch you. 

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Winchester-“ you growl. “I fulfilled my duty and got pregnant. Now you can stick your dick into any pussy and stay the fuck away from me and don’t worry about my labor. I will, just like anything else since I got pregnant, handle this on my own. If I should need help at any point of my pregnancy, Sam and John offered to be there for me.”

Now …

“Dean messed up epically, huh?” John carefully tries when you get up to walk toward the nursery next to the guestroom. “What are you going to do?“

"Nothing, John. Just like the first four months of my pregnancy, I will try to do what’s best for my son,“ John’s eyes light up when you tell him he’s going to have a grandson. “Today I’ll focus on finishing the nursery. Benny and Sam helped me with the wallpaper and cradle. I must check on the bears I painted and will make a list of what I will need.”

“I can help,“ offering you a cracked smile John holds out his hand. “I got you into this shitshow, let me at least try to make things easier for you, doll.”

“You could check on the shelves and cradle,” you sniff. “I just wish I had a man like you or Sam by my side. I see the way Sam cares about his wife and children. I know Dean is a little closed-off, like you but he’s kind to everyone he likes. Must be me.”

“Oh, Y/N,” slinging one arm around your shoulders John leads you out of your chosen bedroom. “You still got people caring about you. Sammy and I will be there and help you.”

“I know…”

“You’re talented,” looking at the bears you painted John smiles. “Mommy bear and baby bear,” he hums, admiring your painting. “Where’s the dad?”

“I’m a single parent, John. Why should I paint a daddy bear if he gives a shit on me and his son?” Dean stands in the doorframe, watching his father help you fix one of the shelves, swallowing thickly. “You know, every single woman at my doctor’s practice looks so happy, they glow and I just-“

“I get it, Y/N. You wanted your pregnancy to be special,” nodding you look at the bears. “You could draw an Uncle Sammy and Granddad John bear.”

“I’ll think about it, John,” with a small smile on your lips you watch John place the plushies onto one of the shelves. “You know, he didn’t even care about my morning sickness or cravings. I had this image in my mind. Dean the devoted soon-to-be dad helping me during my pregnancy. I know he doesn’t love me, I’m not delusional. But a bit more attention would’ve been nice.”

Two months later…

Used to being on your own you walk into your doctor’s practice. This time you don’t look at all the happy couples wishing it were you and Dean. Over the last weeks, you made up your mind.

Only as you don’t get to leave Dean doesn’t mean you must bear his behavior. So, you decided to keep your distance and only ask John, Sam, or Benny for help with the nursery.

You no longer tell Dean about your check-ups or try to include him in your pregnancy. 

“Morning, Mrs. Winchester,” you flinch when the nurse calls your name. “How are you feeling today? Will the baby daddy be here today too?”

“No,” you breathe out. “Let’s be honest, Sally.” giving the young nurse a sad smile, you point toward the other pairs. “I know you are only trying to be friendly but anytime you are asking about my non-present husband it stings. Why don’t you treat me like a single parent? Cause that’s what I am.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks again, following you toward the nursery. “Listen, I know you try to punish me but not telling me about our baby breaks one of my rules.”

“The baby is still alive. He grows fast and the ultrasound picture lies on your desk. If you have more questions, call my gynecologist or,” turning around you give Dean a cold look, “you could move your ass to the practice next time but I get it – you were busy.”

“I got the right to know about my son,” growling the words Dean steps closer but this time, he doesn’t intimidate you with his size. “Tell me everything.”

“Weight and size are average. His heartbeat is strong, and he sucked his thumb today,” you scoff at Dean’s sudden interest. “You would know more about your child if you actually cared. He started to be more active, I can feel our little boy kick me harder but so far, only John felt our baby kick.”

Walking away you enter your room, slamming the door shut behind you, locking it to take a deep breath.

“He’s my son too! You can’t shut me out!” Dean yells from the hallway.

“Sperm donator, you son of a bitch,” you growl. “If it were up to me, I’d file for divorce.”

“YOU WON’T!” he mutters. “I will not allow you to leave me.”

“I got that, but you should know that our marriage is over to me. If you dare to get close to me ever again, you’ll lose your hands or cock. Go and fuck one of your sluts.”

“I should-“ frustrated Dean kicks your door. “You’re still my wife, Y/N. I expect you to respect me and our bond.”

“Fuck that,” feeling exhausted you lie on your bed, gently running one hand over your belly. “He’ll not ruin your life, baby boy. I promise to protect you from your asshole father.”

“I heard that.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you cry. “Now leave me alone. You got the information you need. Don’t worry, your heir is still healthy. Even though, you didn’t help me at all…”

Two months, two weeks, and five days later…

“Looks good,” John hums, glancing at the ultrasound picture. “How are you, doll? Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine,” looking at your wedding band you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is there a way to protect my child from Dean? Can you add something to the prenup? Please.”

“I will not allow Dean to hurt your son, Y/N. I don’t think Dean would ever lay a finger on him-“

“That’s not what I meant. Being around Dean is unhealthy for me. What will he do to our child? How shall I explain to my baby boy that his father hates me? That I’m only a breeder to him, a body he could use to get a child.”

“Are you fucking my father?” ludicrously you look at Dean when he storms into your room, your solace. “That’s the reason you moved out of our bedroom – huh? You spread your legs for John Winchester.”

“What the fuck, Dean?” you sniff, reluctantly leaving the bed. “Over the last week I barely left my room as I didn’t feel well, and you accuse me of such a thing? I don’t have the time to fuck anyone. Unlike you, I had to take care of anything-“ whimpering you feel a piercing pain ripple through your womb. “Oh, god-“

“Y/N?” paling Dean watches you crouch down in front of your bed, crying out in pain. “What’s wrong? Y/N, talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Go and get your father or Sam,” you pant, while you try to remember everything the midwife taught you. “I think the baby wants to get out.”

“No, it’s too early,” panicked Dean rushes to your side to help you sit on the bed. “I’ll call an ambulance, Y/N.”

“O-okay-“ you scream, feeling another painful contraction approach. “No, no. My water just broke.” tears run down your cheeks when John and Sam stumble into the room. They heard your screams and try to help.

“Fuck, doll,” John mumbles, kneeling in front of you to calm you. “Sammy, call an ambulance and tell Benny to get Y/N’s bags. I’ll stay here to help her.”

“I already called an ambulance. Stop acting as if that’s your son,” Dean growls, glaring at his father.

“Do you want to help the mother of your child or fight with me right now, son? I think you showed how much you are interested in your child. Now shut the fuck up and help me here,” John would like to give his son a piece of mind but right now, he must take care of you.

“John,” grasping for your father-in-law’s hand, “promise me he won’t be there. I don’t want Dean inside the room while I give birth.”

"That’s my wife and child in there! Lemme inside,” Dean growls, fighting against one of the security guards. “Let me pass.”

“DEAN,” John’s voice booms through the hallway. “Your wife is in there. She’s in pain, scared, and tries to give birth to your baby. Stop acting like an idiot. You had it coming.”

“You didn’t care about your child or wife for over eight months. Did you honestly believe she wants you in there?” Sam huffs, squeezing Jess’s hand. “I was with Jess the whole time. I heard the heartbeat, saw my baby, felt it kick. I can’t believe you didn’t want to experience any of it.“

“I-I never wanted to marry Y/N. It was an arranged bond,” Dean sniffs, hearing you cry out in pain.

“This doesn’t change she’s your wife and that she needed you. Even more important, your son needed you. I believe babies bond with their parents in the womb. You could’ve talked to him, played music, or feel him kick.”

“Look at you baby boy,” cooing your son you feel your heart swell. Even if Dean is not going to show any affection toward your child, you’ll give the little boy all your love. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Can I finally see him too?” Dean mutters, sneaking into your room. “How could you let my father, Sam, and Jess see my son first?”

“I didn’t think you will find the time to visit me and your baby. If you would excuse me now, I want to concentrate on Robert Maximilian Winchester.”

“What?” gaping at you Dean feels his stomach churn. “You named him Robert? But-but we agreed to name him Dean jr. How could you not only keep me away while giving birth but also deciding on a name without me? That’s cruel.” Dean sniffs, looking at your son in your arms.

“Cruel–?” you take a deep breath, try to ignore the burning rage running through your veins. “Do you know what cruel means, Winchester? Cruel means that your husband, the man you love with all your heart ignores you completely. Cruel means that he never shows affection or at least cares about you during pregnancy.”

“I’m his father!”

“Sperm donator,” you retort. “We are only a breeder and a sperm donator. You are not a father, and never will be. You’ll not hurt my baby boy and push him away as you did with me. You can lay claim on him when he turns 18, until then I’ll give him all the love he deserves.”

“He’s my baby boy too,” sniffling Dean looks at your child, tearing up. “Let me at least hold him. Please.”

“Not today,” adamant you defend your son, not giving in. It’s your turn to be selfish and not to show any compassion. Dean can cry as much as he wants to.

Today, you’ll be the cruel one – even if it kills you.

“She doesn’t let me hold my son,” outside of your room Dean starts to cry. “I wasn’t allowed to hold my baby boy. How can she be so cruel?”

“I say it again – you had it coming,” John shrugs, ignoring he feels sorry for his son. “Y/N never was cruel. All she wanted was a bit of affection. Why couldn’t you give her that?”

“I just didn’t feel like pretending. But I care about our baby and want to hold him.”

Dean doesn’t leave your side. He sits next to your bed, still looking at his son.

“Please let me hold him, Y/N.”

“Five minutes,” you whisper, not looking at Dean. “You can hold him for five minutes and after that, you can pretend we do not exist until you need your heir.”

“It’s not like that,” with trembling fingers Dean takes Robert Maximillian out of your hands. “He’s so beautiful and tiny.”

“It’s a baby, what did you expect,” turning around to not watch Dean with your son you close your eyes. “Tell me when you are done playing daddy, Dean.”

“Why are you so cold. This isn’t you, Y/N.”

“That’s what happens to a loving person when she gives up. If you don’t like me the way I am now, you can always ask your dad to let me out of this marriage...”

“Look this is your room, baby boy,” cooing your baby you walk around the room. “There is a teddy bear, and over there is a cute duck. Maybe you’ll like the cat Sammy bought for you?”

“He doesn’t like cats,” Dean grumbles, walking into the nursery. “I bet he’s allergic like me.” hopefully looking at you Dean holds out his hands. “Come on, lemme hold him for a while.”

“I will leave you to your son, Dean. If you are done pretending you are a father, holler and I’ll take care of Robert,” carefully placing your son into Dean’s arms you ignore he tries to talk to you. 

“Y/N, we should talk about a few things.”

“Don’t hurt yourself, Dean. I’m stuck in this marriage, but this doesn’t mean I let you walk all over me ever again. I am a single parent, and this will not change…”

>> Part 2

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[mimiri22-6]

Let's do this. One last time.

Ducktales 2017. I didn't think I was ready for the end, but the finale was too perfect to be sad nor angry.

There's so much to say-too much to say...and I'm going to try my best to say all of it.

EVERYONE IS HERE!! ENDGAME WHO?! DUCKTALES!!!!!

Seeing Webby and Scrooge interactions now, after watching this once, is just-They're So Soft! AND everything is just-AH I love it. It's so weird, but when is the family tree not screwy(also, Webby=Scrooge's clone? Webby=female? Trans Scrooge=Cannon?! I think Fucking So!)

Aaaaaaannd that's all we get from Gladstone and Fethry. If there's one thing I wish was in this episode more it would be more cousin interactions and Daisy. Though, Daisy not being too into it makes sense. Loved what we got of her tho. At least we got a little bit of them this episode, it was already pretty character packed

Well...Launchpad is only half wrong.

Oh wow. Oh Wow, I love this dynamic between LP, Drake, and Fenton...ot4? because I refuse to leave Gandra out. I love how Drake doesn't know about Fenton and Gizmo while it seems like everyone else in the world does. Still, LP/Drake and Gandra/Fenton some of my faves. So good

OH YEAH! Even the other 2 Caballeros are here!!

And the last adventure STARTS

I find it Fantastic how Dewey and Launchpad will probably die thinking F.O.W.L used the last level of a videogame as their secret layer layout

*sigh* This is why I avoid previews and wish I was better at avoiding theories from after those previews. I would have been more surprised and probably would have enjoyed this ep even more if I had Nothing to expect. But the theories were right. Tho, I did not expect how (or should I say Who) Webby was cloned from...though also I was spoiled by that when I was looking for the ep. Some ass used "Scrooge is Webby's dad" as a video title. I didn't think it was real, but I was wrong.

Awwww. Don has such a soft spot for kids

I love Lena and her development.

...*sigh* ok. "you've already got sisters" with this line, I am obligated to drop the Webby/Lena ship. I'm sorry, but it's one of my many rules for being ok with a ship. If the characters Ever say, even just once as an afterthought, they see each other as siblings or something similar, I will see them as that. It's why I've never been ok and have been uncomfortable with Shiro/Keith since Keith saved Shiro from...his clones...huh. So, from now on, I'm going to be Very uncomfortable with anything Weblena...even though the thought of them in the future was cute

HOW does a show about building ottomans have plot???

I wasn't sure how to feel about the clones All throughout this

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUEY JUST FIRST NAMED BEAKLEY!!!!!

GOLDIE AND DAISY ARE ON THE BOARD!!! SCORE!!

Oooooh. That picture of Webby's parents...is fake. It's like some picture Beakley took off the internet.

I saw a post saying how Della had to convince Donald to go on one last adventure and how she had to watch him almost die, but she really Didn't. She helped him pack and she was ready to let Donald go on his adventure("but Daisy's my adventure" They are too damn cute for their own damn good. I love them. donsy for the win), but an actual Crisis came up and he had to stay. Donald nearly dying by void was not Della's fault and if I see any more posts about how she roped Donald into a death mission, I will go up a wall and break a neck on my way down

Man, it's weird hearing this and knowing that Webby's parents don't exist

Wow! Beakley just knocked out Scrooge! Damn!

Oooh! The girls are fighting

...Woah. I just realized, the blood and brain of Scrooge McDuck and the training of Bentina Beakley. Webby is even more of a beast than we knew.

IS THAT DEVELOPMENT I HEAR!!! YOU KEEP THOSE KIDS BEHIND? YOU LOSE!!! GOOD DAY SIR!

Pepper. Just Pepper. She seems like one of your parent's nice coworkers that brings you brownies and pinches your cheeks

"Look after your brother." YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST WANNA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADRO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS OFICIALLY BOYD GEARLOSE NOW!! YEEEEE!!!!

I also really like that you can't tell which Gyro is telling that to

God, I Fucking Love the concept that is Manny. He's one of those things that if someone asked you about him outside of the fandom, you wouldn't even know where to start. It's absolutely FanFuckingTastic. He's the most magical thing in the universe? Fuck Yes, give that to me Now!

HE SPEAKS!!!!!!(I couldn't place his voice actor, but I when I looked him up I realized recognized him for Glossaryck from SVTFOE)

(Edit: Just found out that the scene with Manny was a Gargoyles ref. Nice!)

Once again, I love everything about LP, Drake, and Fenton

And then Lena Died

Aww, they both have such soft spots for children

LUDWIG VON DRAKE?!?!!!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

(that had to be a different font because really, what the fuck)

He really did just say he was too busy to die. This duck is too powerful

(I really just don't have too much to say between all of this. I just love all of it)

Woo! Louie with the motivation!

Pft-how both of them are singing? Love to see it...wait, we don't see Don Karnage after this...DID HE DIE IN THAT CRASH?! DID DEWEY COMMIT HIS FIRST MURDER?!

"Welcome home, April." I hate you.

Of course he dabs

"he was like this when we found him." Nice to know Gos knows what to do in the event that she kills someone

Oh that's horrendous. I hate that

"Now, let's get down to business." TO DEF[get's shot]

Why is Manny like actually the best?

God, Drake and LP really are two halves of a whole idiot huh? They're soulmates, your honor

"I. Am." "Not alone in this." That was so sweet, but also JUST TELL HIM!!

And now Glom is dead

Oh, that's a lot of mind control

"Even by our standards, this is a weird day." Couldn't say it better, Lena

"How do you think Della found out about the Spear of Selene?" OH, YOU MOTHERFU

"Oh, Bradford, how villainous." DAMN! HE REALLY DID JUST DO THAT, HUH?!

"MOOOM!" "NOOO!" OH NO, MY HEART! IT FUNCTIONS!

"Do you know how replaceable clones are?" Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably not the og Gyro

Man, we don't ever have Von Drake for long but I always love him

Those lights are really only there for dramatic effect, aren't they?

...Close enough.

Launchpad moment! Yeah!!!

HEY! I just noticed. While wearing the suit, Launchpad didn't crash...idk what to do with this info

The fine print is usually good to read...we people just don't do it apparently

"...your most trusted ally?" *picks Donald* Wow. That's right there with the feels ain't it

"it's not worth the risk." Fuck, I love them

Oh that sounds so weird. Scrooge has never been a dad, always Uncle. So Weird

And Gandra, Gyro, and Von Drake are dead. There is a Body Count this episode

"Donald Duck." "Uncle Scrooge." I SEE YOU! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! AND I LOVE IT!

Hehe. From Bitchford to bird brain.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENDING SCENE IS THE BEST!

Beakley thinking she's no longer accepted? Nah, she was granny first and foremost

ANOTHER FENRA KISS?! DON'T MIND IF I DO!

DADRO AND GOSALYN AND DRAKE?! LOVING IT!

MORE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS?! WOO!

DONALD IMMEDIATELY ADOPTING JUNE AND MAY?! ONLY THE BEST FROM HIM!!!!

PROTECTIVE SCROOGE?! YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING!

"We're smarter" "We're tougher" "We're sharper" And we'll earn our way square." AH-I'M GOING DOWN LIKE THE SUNCHASER, GUYS

AND THE END CREDITS WILL NEVER BE MATCHED!!!!!

I don't know what else to say.

This show was amazing from beginning to end. I may not have cried, but I didn't need to cry. It wasn't sad and there was nothing bittersweet about it. Just pure perfection, just like the rest of the show.

Perfectly Preen, not a fether out of place.

Goodnight Ducktales, you were perfect

#ducktales 2017 #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #gladstone gander #fethry duck #daisy duck #donald duck #launchpad mcquack #drake mallard #fenton crackshell cabrera #dewey duck #della duck #lena sabrewing #violet sabrewing #huey duck #may duck #june duck #bentina beakley #gyro gearloose #boyd gearloose #manny the headless man horse #ludwig von drake #bradford buzzard #louie duck #don karnage #gosalyn mallard #black heron #gandra dee #ducktales pepper #so many tags got lost in the war

[khaleesiofalicante]

I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

TAVVY

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

[nct-lian]

wayv’s relation to lian

KUN + LIAN: LUN

they have the cutest little interactions ever :(

was one of the members that kun was most comfortable around at first

she made him feel so welcomed!

when nct 2018 appeared on weekly idol, lian was placed in the front

but she moved her chair over to kun’s side to be closer to him !!!!!!!

lun stans found dead

they go out to eat food together a lot :D

now that lian doesn’t feel the need to look over him anymore, he stepped in and is now a very good parental figure for her

he bought her an expensive ass ring for her birthday

him and johnny both being her dad: 🤝

kun has been arguing back and forth with chenle about lian’s chinese name

he loves the name xiuying for her :(

they hype each other up all the time !!

lian and kun had the best time with each other when filming from home

we got so many adorable clips of them :DDDD

when talking to each other they can’t pick a solid language

like they’re always switching between mandarin and korean

they also slip in a bit of english at times as well

TEN + LIAN: LITEN

if kun is her dad then ten is her cool uncle

he lets her do whatever she wants

like he will just sit and watch as she teases the fUCK out of hyuck

HES TEACHING HER THAI

just like kun they switch between multiple languages in a conversation

they normally speak english with each other!

their fashion game is always on point.

no actually they literally wore matching shirts one time

liten supremacy breaking the internet: <3

ten once said “guys she’s like my daughter stop being weird~~~!” on vlive when people kept asking if him and lian were dating

as he should !

they mention each other ¿ everywhere ?

THEY DANCE TOGETHER ALL THE TIME

ten even helped her choreograph the new ver. of yoncé

don’t touch me i’m soft

no because ten ships her with someone in the group … just not who you’d think ;)

i swear he’s her #1 hypeman

ten was actually the one who made their ship name- goals asf sry i don’t make the rules

WINWIN + LIAN: LIWIN

lian is yet another member of nct who will sacrifice her soul to the devil for winwin

“winwin winwin winwin winwin is on the mind forever and always i love you winwin” was what she posted for his birthday

AND THE FEELING IS MUTUAL

winwin loves her just as much and he shows it

he likes hugging her DDDDD:

also ten ships them

so that’s that uh :p

lian cried so hard when he had to pause promotions with 127 :(

especially because they were super close!

winwin was actually another one of her first friends in nct because she was fluent in mandarin

and they were both super comfortable speaking with each other :)

winwin: i like lian the most :D

yuta + taeil: am i a joke to you?

no cause yuta is constantly losing in this thing

lian picks winwin and winwin picks lian what is happening

winwin’s current lockscreen is a picture of lian rolling her eyes at yangyang

yup yup their lockscreen tradition LISTEN AND WEEP

winwin’s selfies are lian’s favourite thing :)

LUCAS + LIAN: LULIAN

omfg the chaos these two bring

i’m crying because nct 2018 was chaotic in itself but lulian was something else

THEY WERE ALWAYS SCREAMING ????

taeyong was going through an existential crisis the entirety of 2018

AND BYE LUCAS WILL NOT STOP COMPARING THEIR HAND SIZES

leave it in 2018 sweetheart we been knew lian is the size of a jellybean

he had her react to his drama where he dances to replay after killing his girlfriend

lian confirmed it was 10/10 and would recommend watching

she genuinely thinks lucas should have been added to nct dream and she stands by that opinion daily

the MOMENTS we got during nct world 2.0 were chefs kiss

they were both so chaotic while mark was frying eggs

“MARK WHAT ARE YOU DOING (⊹つ•۝•⊹)つ”

the oldest + youngest in the 99’ line remain iconic

lian hates him but loves him at the same time

because he’s nice to her but he SPENDS TOO MUCH OF HIS TIME MAKING FUN OF HER HEIGHT

“lian you’re like literally two feet tall i could fit you in my pocket”

“i will drop kick you in 2.5 seconds if you don’t shut the fuck up wong yukhei”

lucas once said that their favourite thing to do together was play at playgrounds

XIAOJUN + LIAN: XIAN

what you’ve all been waiting for

xiaojun went so long thinking that lian was chinese (∩╹□╹∩)

like she speaks mandarin perfectly, has a chinese stage name

IT WAS A REASONABLE MISTAKE LET HIM LIVE

when they met the first thing he said to her was how pretty she was

“y-you’re so pretty uhh”

*cue distressed xiaojun*

he followed lian on instagram before nct 2020 was even confirmed

dedication

he didn’t know jaehyun or yuta liked her and accidentally patted her head in front of them and called her cute

AND THAT WAS RHE DAY BEFORE THE WHOLE “xiaojun is terrified of yuta” THING HAPPENED

PLEASEHANDHJEJSB

they’d like to do a duet someday :)

he couldn’t get her lyrics from kick it out of his head when he first listened to the song

sometimes still quotes them around her to make her laugh

lian hyped his drama up SO MUCH !1!1!1!€]£<]~\£>€{

“dejunnie is having an acting debut soon !! please go support him and his cast~”

xiaojun brags about that a lot ... and her nickname for him :)

HENDERY + LIAN: LIANDERY

the teasing

THE MF TEASINF THEYRE SO ANNOYING

besties ™

they would occasionally message each other before and they considered themselves to be pretty close but when nct 2020 happened they were chaos

especially when they ended up in the work it unit together

everyone was so sick of them like they would not shut up about random ass things

hendery and lian are like another version of haechan and lian

but minus the lovey stuff they sometimes do

with liandery it’s constant teasing and making fun of each other 24/7

and it’s all fun and games so they can go DOWN if they’d like to

lian roasted him so hard once bye

they were supposed to be a pair on “it’s awkward but it’s ok”

but they developed such a good friendship within like two weeks that they had to switch up the members

hendery is kinda soft for her though ngl

he’ll just randomly poke her dimples

BUT HE WONT LIE AND SAY HE WASNT INTIMIDATED BY HER AT FIRST

it was just the way she presented herself at that time because she was a little frustrated, but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t change later on

hendery thought she was older than him by like three years rip

YANGYANG + LIAN: YANGLIAN

when lian met yangyang she gained another child

but yangyang’s not a baby anymore (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

yet he’ll 100% act cute so that she does stuff for him

she’s not complaining though anything for her son

they’re like yangyang and ten all over again

once had a whole ass conversation through memes

it started with spongebob ended with shrek

lian now knows how to introduce herself in german thank you yangyang

not lian teaching yangyang toronto slang :’)

yangayng for some reason gave her big haechan energy when they first met

because the first thing he did was mock her height

he literally bent down and said “can you see me better”

lian: hello i saw you perfectly fine before my neck isn’t broken sir

but it was okay because now they have a really playful relationship with each other :D

have teamed up on numerous occasions to make kun’s life harder

“i thought the chaos stopped with yangyang, lian when did you become such a problem child?”

but lian gets special treatment because well .. she’s lian what do you think

yangyang calls her lili :)

#lian: relationships #lian: wayv #nct addition #nct female member #kim chungha #lianna bae #nct #wayv #nct 127 added member #nct 127 female member #nct dream female member #nct dream added member #qian kun #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #nct ten #wayv ten #dong sicheng #wong yukhei #xiao dejun #wong kunhang #liu yangyang #nct 22nd member #nct 24th member

[the-fiction-witch]

a History

MOVIE LAST LEGION COUPLE: ROMULUS  RATING: DARK + SAD

Like everyone else in the known world, I remember nothing of being a baby, but I had been told the stories a thousand times by everyone around me. It’s not usually a story you're told as the beginning of what was regarded as the end though. 

I have the smallest memory, that honestly, I believe I don’t remember, I believe my memory is just my imagination trying so hard to cling to that moment. 

Before I was even born, I was trouble. 

It was no secret that Rome and the royal line had been in trouble for many years before I had even been more than stardust, The royal line and house had been due to fall for a good while even if many had plastered over the cracks and added supports both seen and hidden not yet ready to admit the fall was already happening. 

In regards to me, it began with my Grandfather Servius Cesar, even if the connection was… loose at best. The Blue blood of royalty was likely now so watered down it wouldn’t be much different from any other man and woman on the streets but still, the name was kept. Servius took the throne when he was older than most of the other emperors given he had already had his children and lost his wife. His children Claudius and Petilia being the airs after him with of course Claudius taking precedence due to birth order, and of course… having a dick. It was agreed that Claudius was to marry a Princess from the south and Petilia a prince from the east to keep alliances and bonds with people who had already begun to turn their backs on the empire and the throne in Rome. But, I wouldn’t be here if all had gone to plan. 

Uncle Claudius found himself floating upside down in the palace fountain the morning of his wedding. The South took back their princess and their allegiance.

And Petilia, My sweet mother. Found herself next in line to rule, and two months pregnant with yours truly, Her royal guard Titus and her getting closer than they meant to. The east cut their ties to leaving Rome well… fucked. As quick as possible My mother and father were married in the temple, my father was made commander of the royal armies and preparations were made. And a few months later I made my grand royal entrance into the world, Loudly. Or so I was told. They handed me to my mother and she held me for exactly six minutes before she bleed out and passed on. I was handed off to nursemaids while my father was busy. And before I was even able to walk and talk my grandfather past leaving me to be the air to the throne of all the empire my father ran most things until they deemed I could take the throne.

I barely stepped foot outside the palace, and barely spoke to anyone in my family but before I was even ten I had a crown on my head, a throne to sit in and the power over an empire.

My rule barely lasted a year before Rome was under attack I had no idea how to react, how to respond, or how to command troops I had no idea! I was nine! My father was slaughtered Rome brought to its knees and I was taken prisoner to Capri, I was tortured, abused and my spirit broken beyond repair. 

When I was eventually set loose from Capri I tried to find sanctuary trying to find anywhere safe, I eventually found people who knew who I was and didn’t want to kill me Romans had escaped Rome, and I was shipped away to Britannia I took a new name and a little house in a small Celtic village and did my best to build a life here…

#tbs #tbs fanfiction #TBS Imagine #tbs smut #tbs sex #tbs smutty #tbs imagines #The last legion #the last leigon #thelastlegion #Romulus #romulus imagine #romulus augustus #romulus smut #tbs fanfic #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster s #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangser imagine #thomas sangster x reader

[mynameisjag]

For RedWolfe, who asked what if it was Zoe/Ethan in Village.

A quick note: This is A/B/O and going the route of what if Ethan ended up with Zoe at the end of RE7.

“No.”

“It's for the best-"

“I said no, you don’t get to decided what is best for our lives.”

Three years of healing, therapy and uncovering more secrets since she had left her home back in Louisiana. Her, Ethan and Uncle Joe. That’s all she needed to keep going. They had each other and fucking Chris Redfield wasn’t going to tear them apart because of someone else’s past mistakes.

Still finding out more and more about what exactly had happened to them, it felt like everyday was another day of waiting for the worst.

The worst happen about a week ago with Ethan getting his hand torn off in accident…then preceded to just put it back on…healing like it was nothing…

It freaked everyone else and it took awhile to convince him that no matter how good the healing juice was it could not reattach his hand. It was a huge step back in their progress of healing when it hit him what exactly that meant.

Scrambling to find answers and fearing what they did find…in the end…it didn’t change anything for her.

“He could be-"

“Chris, if you say that he could be dangerous, yeah, we all are. Has he done anything to threaten anyone, no, unless his food cravings scare you. Maybe your terrified of his mood swings, do pregnant people scare you?”

Made her uncle uncomfortable, so that was funny. Man could punch a gator but as soon as emotions were involved he folded like origami.

Chris just stares down at her, frowning and it makes her hackles rise, “Zoe, we can’t take any chances.”

“So shipping us off to some fuck off village in nowhere is supposed to help? We are fine, nothing has changed, we just know more then we did and now that we have that, we can work with it.”

She was not going to take put her family in any possible danger, she knew this neighborhood, it had been home for the last couple of years. Why leave? They were safe here. A simple life with simple joys others might take for granted but they loved, something normal.

They were moving forward now, away from the memories of the horror they survived and onto new ones that involved watching her mate waddle across the house, angry about his cravings. They felt sure enough now to bring a new life into this world and this asshole wanted to ruin it.

“No, we are staying here,” she takes a deep breath and decided to change the subject,, “Ethan does want to know if you are coming to the baby shower. Do not use mission as an excuse, he was so upset when you didn’t come to the BBQ last time.”

“I was busy-"

“Show up or I’ll let you deal with the fallout by yourself. BOW have nothing on an angry carrying Omega.”

So, the short answer would be, no. Zoe wouldn’t take the chance on some unknown place and would fight to stay in the home she knew they were safe in. So Village wouldn’t happen.

#ethan winters #ethan x zoe #chris redfield #a/b/o universe #drabble #zoe baker #uncle joe #joe baker #joe cried when ethan asked if he would be a grandfather figure for baby #chris cried when asked to be god parent #they are terrible with emotions #absolutely useless #somewhere a village lives on #karl kills miranda though #cause happy endings #resident evil 7 #resident evil village #resident evil

[jiminrings]

Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all??? 

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big?? 

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along 

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!”

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying 

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!! 

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds -- 

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!” 

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

..

....

........

why are you not looking at him

....

......

....

wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair 

he’s such a cute kid omg 

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

:)

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

:)

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher 

but it’s okay 

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

#FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U :D I NEED SLEEP NOW OK #hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok imagine #hoseok imagines #hoseok drabble #hoseok drabbles #hoseok au #hoseok oneshot #hoseok oneshots #hoseok fluff #hoseok fluff imagine #hoseok fluff imagines #hoseok angst #teacher!hobi #requested drabbles

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

If you have time, could you please do about Fred, on his penultimate year on Hogwarts, falling for the new Slytherin student, who is the daughter of Regulus Black and is also demisexual. Also, George is shipping them hard 😂

You got it dudeee

“And remember, if someone mentions your last name--" "Tell them Uncle Sirius will kick their ass." Sirius said making you snort. "Guys, it's not like it's my first year." You said. "We know lass, we just love you to pieces." Sirius said, hugging you. You smiled in your Uncle's arms. "Alright, I've got to go. Love you dad, love you too Padfoot." You said before walking onto the train. "They wouldn't stop hugging you aye?" Ginny asked. "It was the hug that WOULDN'T END!" you whined. Neville smiled and you hugged him. "Where's Luna?" You asked. "Here!" She said making you smile. You hugged the girl, walking with the group once you parted. "Hey, my brothers wanted to talk to us by the way. Some weird ass experiment with their products." Ginny said. "This is Fred and George right?" You asked. "Still can't believe you haven't met them, I thought everyone knew the Weasley twins." Neville said. "I guess I just never made it on their radar." You shrugged. "Oh no, they know you." Ginny said. "They do?" You asked. "Yep. I talk about you all the time and they have seen you around." Ginny assured. "Ah." You nodded before Ginny slid open the door. "Aye. You brought them?" A boy asked. "well shit George, who the fuck is standing in front of us." Fred snorted. "Fuck off." George said making Ginny said. "Aye who's the one in the middle?" George asked, referring to you. "Oh that's Y/n." Ginny said. Fred looked over, dismissing the new face at first before truly looking at you.

He couldn't explain what happened. It was like your eyes just made him freeze in place. All sound temporarily drowned out and Fred swallowed hard, looking at you. There was something about you that just was amazing to him. Maybe it was your eyes that almost seemed to glow as you looked into him. Or maybe it was the fact that you were beautiful. Maybe, just maybe it was the soft voice you used when you said hello to him. It took him a few seconds to comprehend the fact that you had extended your hand for him to shake. He slowly took your hand and shook it, still looking into your eyes as if they gave him purpose. "Uhm... Guys? You good Fred?" Ginny asked, snapping you two out of the trance you two seemed to fall under. "Yeah..." Fred nodded, slowly letting go of your hand. "Yeah, we're fine." You cleared your throat. Both of you listened to George as he explained the product, Fred glancing over at you before George cleared his throat, looking at Fred to speak. "Y/NNNNN!" someone yelled making you jump before everyone turned to the window of the train. You facepalmed seeing your Uncle James. You opened the window and Lily smacked James. "I wanted to give you something!" He said, making you raise a brow as you took parchment from him. You gasped, realizing what he gave you. "Really!?" You asked, the group confused over the fuss over a seemingly blank slip of parchment. "Good luck!" He said. You chuckled and turned around, the group looking at you confused. "Uhm... What the hell was that?" Neville asked. "Oh... Uhm... Promise you guys are as devious as Ginny say you are?" You asked Fred and George. They both exchanged a look before nodding.

You closed the door and smiled. You held up the parchment and pulled your wand out of your pocket. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." you said, sudden burst of maroon, splashing onto the pages and forming the words "The Marauders' Map". "The hell is this?" Fred asked. "Well shit, it says its a map, I wonder if it's a MAP FRED." Ginny said, earning a flick to her arm. "What does it do?" Luna asked curiously. "You can see everyone's movements in real time with this. It's able to be used on the train, in Hogsmeade and Hogwarts." You explained. "....This is brilliant." George gaped. "Wait, so how does it go back to normal?" Neville asked. You cleared your throat. "Mischief managed." You said, the map clearing away. "Oh God, Fred and George are going to have a field day with this." Ginny said. "DUH." both brothers said in unison.

You carried on through the week though, by yourself. That's usually how it went. First day with friends, but outside of listening to their problems you usually only hung out with Luna. She understood you. She saw the hatred for your own family and how people rarely recognized you for yourself but that damn last name that was your curse to bare. Regulus was a good man to the lower class of wizards who shared the philosophy that all wizards are equal. However to the upper class he was a fucking moron who didn't understand tradition. Some would even bring up your "disappointment" of an Uncle.

Regulus for the most part while in school ceased contact with Sirius for the sake of your grandparents. But the second he moved out, a letter was sent to Sirius begging to be in his life again, which of course he accepted. In fact, he introduced Regulus to your mother. They were married for three years before she had you and my god was Sirius proud to be your Uncle. However the rest of the house of Black bowed their heads in shame as Regulus married a muggle. Your mother was a wonderful woman, however she got sick a few years ago, passing away and leaving you to your dad and Uncle. You didn't hate the arrangement by any means but you missed her. Luna, recognized that pain but also recognized how you pented up your grief, your most common excuse being that if Regulus knew how depressed you truly were then it'd be an issue.

Luna, of course knew better. She understood that Regulus would want you to be okay and let those feelings out. You were eating in the great hall alone today though, Luna having classes that didn't exactly line up with yours. Someone however, sat in front of you. At first, you disregarded it as some random student, but when you glanced up you saw the red hair and dropped your fork, jumping slightly. "Fred!" You gasped. "Hello there." He said. "... Isn't class still going for you?" You asked. "Yep." He nodded, biting into a croissant roll. "...And you're not going?" You asked. "Nope." He said. You gave him a flat look. "So you're trying to lack brain cells orrr--" "Academics don't necessarily measure intelligence darling, it's just an excuse for adults to supervise our actions." He said. "....Riveting perspective." You said, raising a brow. "I wanted to talk to you though." He said. "About?" You asked. "About some rumors going on." He said. You frowned. "...About what?" You asked. "Your family--" you got up, grabbing your books that were next to you, avoiding the subject by leaving as Luna sat down. "Where is she going?" Luna asked. "No idea?" Fred said. "She seems upset... What did you say?" Luna asked. "I asked her about the rumors going around about her family." Fred admitted. "Oh... She doesn't like talking about it. Actually she hates being vulnerable in general." Luna said. "...Is there something wrong?" He asked. "What rumors were you referring to?" Luna asked. "The ones about her being a Black?" He asked. "it's true." Luna said. "Seriously? She's a pureblood?" He asked. "No. Her mother was a muggle." Luna answered, recalling what she learned about you from Harry. "Was?" Fred noticed the past tense. "She passed away late into her first year here. It's why during the last few weeks she wasn't here."  Luna said. "I've never heard any of this from Ginny." Fred said. "Neville and Ginny don't exactly listen. Neville does but he gets easily distracted. But Ginny, while she is a good friend has other things she worries about." Luna said. "...I see." Fred muttered. "You want to get closer to her, right?" Luna asked. "Wha--" "I saw how you looked at her on the train, I think you'd be a good match." Luna said in a "matter of fact" voice. "...Not a word to anyone else." Fred said. "The only things I say that are secret are to Thestrals." She said softly. "...What?" Fred asked. "Nothing. Y/n probably went to the library." Luna said. Fred blinked but nodded slowly.

He proceeded to the library, almost walking past you. Neville had emerged though, jacketless and walking to the great hall. Fred walked into the section Neville emerged from and found you on the ground with a book, reading and wrapped in Neville's cardigan. "Y/n--" "Jesus!" You jumped. "Sorry! Sorry." He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about earlier... I didn't realize it bothered you." He said. You rose a brow. "...Why do you care what I think?" You asked. Fred blinked. "...What?" He asked. "Why do you care if I'm offended or not?" You asked. "Because I want us to be friends." He said. You looked as if he asked a confusing question. "...Why?" You asked. ".. Because you're interesting?" He said confused. You blinked a couple of times but Neville reemerged with an apple. "Hey, I know you said you weren't hungry but I got an apple from the kitchens." He said, sitting next to you. "Thanks..." You answered, still looking at Fred. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "Sure! Come sit with us Fred- or is it George?" Neville asked. "You got it right the first time buddy." Fred said, looking at you. He slowly drifted his eyes to Neville as he had a small smile. "Or did you?" He added making Neville look up and you snorted.

From this point on, Fred had decided to just be around you, whether it was in the library with you and Neville, walking the grounds of school with Luna or sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, Fred was always present. It bugged you slightly at first. But as the months continued you gradually got used to him being there.

Everything changed though, when you all went to Hogsmeade together. The rest of the group went off together, you however decided to go off on your own. Almost, on your own. You were sitting on a bench, letting out a slow breath before Fred sat next to you. You looked over and sighed. "You." You sighed, looking at the shrieking shack. "Me. Always me right?" He asked. "It is always you. But I'm meeting someone so if you could go, I'd appreciate--" "Who are you meeting?" Fred asked. You sighed. "My Uncle and dad now--" "Why can't I meet them?" He asked curiously. "Because I said so!" You whined. "If I followed the rules, I wouldn't be in detention so often, now would I?" He asked. You huffed and groaned, getting up. "You're always such a pain in my ass Weasley! Why do you have to follow me around like a lost puppy or something!?" You asked. "Because I think you're cute." He said. You blinked. "But if I'm really bothering you, I'll go." He said, getting up and walking away. You looked at him surprised as he walked. "NOT. FAIR." You blurted out. He stopped. "What?" He asked. "That's not fair!" You huffed once more.

He turned around "how is it--" he was met with a snowball to the face and he blinked at you. "Did you just throw a fucking snowball at me?" He asked. "YES!" you huffed before he bent down, scooping a handful of snow and shaping it. "Oh shit-- I didn't think this through--" "You really didn't." Fred agreed before launching the snowball at you. It hit you and you grumbled, grabbing a handful of snow, throwing it at him. "What about me--" snow hit Fred. "Telling you that you're cute--" you threw another snowball at him. "Is unfair!?" He asked, dodging the latest attempt of a throw. "Because it's like you expect me to give you some sort of answer back!" You huffed. "Well I was more expecting a peaceful interaction!" He said, dodging another snowball. "I don't experience attraction to people I don't know you idiot!" You snapped. He paused. "Wait what--" snow hit his face. "I don't play well with others Fred, you should know this. You know more about me than I know about you! Stop expecting some sort of reaction from me when I barely know you!" You yelled. "I didn't know that considering when we first met you seemed awfully fixated on me!" He said. You blinked. "Wait you thought... No-- Fred I had never seen someone 6'3 before. Compared to my short ass you're a giant-- I was gaping at the height difference!" You admitted making him blink. "Though I could see how that could be mistaken for attraction... I'm so sorry Fred--" Fred snorted before laughing hard.

You blinked at his reaction to the rejection. "...Are you laughing?" You asked. "Yes! Oh my God that's hysterical!" He wheezed. "...Was this a prank--" "Merlin's Beard-- No! But out of all of the reasons a girl has locked her sights on me, my height was not an expected answer!" He admitted while laughing. You tried to bite back a smile before laughing. He smiled as he heard a true laugh from you for the first time. After you finally stood up straight, you extended your hand. "Friends?" You asked. "Alright Y/n. Friends. But the second you feel even the SLIGHTEST attraction to me, please let me know, I'm dying here." Fred said earning a chuckle. "Alright. Alright." You nodded.

"So... Do friends get to meet the tall men standing behind you or should I scram?" Fred asked making you turn around and jump. "who is this boy and why were you holding his hand?" Regulus asked. "We were just--" "Coming up with a handshake dad." You answered quickly. "...Like a secret club thing or--" "Yes!" Both you and Fred nodded in unison. "See, I figured we go with the one from The Parent Trap but she's insisting we go with the one from Boy Meets World." Fred lied. "...Like Shawn and Cory's?" Sirius asked, earning a confused look from Regulus. "What? Me and James have too much free time." Sirius shrugged. "Clearly." Regulus said turning back to you. "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks. Get you something warm to drink, you look cold." Regulus said, wrapping his arm around you and walking. "I'll go find--" "Nope, kid you're coming with us. I want to hear honest answers from you." Sirius said, yanking Fred forward.

You sat at a table, Fred sitting across from you, Sirius and Regulus on either sides of you. "So who are you?" Regulus asked. "Fred Weasley sir." He answered. "Weasley? One of  Molly's sons?" Regulus asked. "Yes sir, I'm a twin, in fact--" "Freddieee what in God's green earth are you doing over here?" George asked, sitting down next to Fred. "Well--" "Making a good impression on Y/n's Dad eh? Asking for his blessing?" George nudged earning a facepalm from Fred. "Y/n... Care to elaborate?" Regulus asked. "No- No I can." Fred sighed, his head in his hand as he rose the other to speak. "I like your daughter sir. She's aware of that but we're just friends." Fred assured. Regulus's eye twitched. "I fucked up didn't I?" George whispered to Fred. "Royally brother. Royally." Fred said with a sigh. George gave a smile to the men, it being slightly deranged as he was clearly screaming internally as he bolted out the shop.  "My daughter... Who's two years below you?" Regulus said. "We-well--" "My daughter. Who is not only two years below you but is also in a separate house as you--" "Dad, come on." You sighed. "My daughter?! Really?!" Regulus asked. "Regulus... Breathe. Y/n's grown. Plus she could do worse. Remember that Goyle kid?" Sirius reminded. Regulus let out a long sigh and you looked at Fred. "Look. Dad. Fred's a good guy. Let's face it here, he's probably the best outcome." You shrugged. Fred gave you a shocked look. "What?" You asked. "Nothing I just... Didn't expect that. I thought you weren't interested." He shrugged. "I never said I wasn't. I just said you misread things. Which you did." You shrugged. "Not. A. Good. Conversation. To. Have. In. Front. Of. Dad." Regulus groaned.

"Calm down dad. It's okay. Let's just change the subject!" You suggested. "How's school going?" Sirius asked. "Fine." You said as a waitress sat butterbeers down in front of everyone. "Is everything fine?" Sirius asked Fred. Fred looked at you and then Sirius. "Yes." He answered. Sirius rose a brow. "Regulus, why don't you go with Y/n and get to know her other friends, I'm noticing six different veins showing here." Sirius sighed. It wasn't long before he got up and left, Fred unsure if he should move.

"Uhm should I--" "What is she not telling us Frederick?" Sirius said. Fred swallowed looking down. "It's the rumors. They tend to really bother her." Fred admitted. "Rumors?" Sirius asked. "About her... And you... And her heritage." Fred admitted. Sirius sighed, running a hand over his face. "I knew it." Sirius sighed. "Can I ask a question?" Fred asked. "Yes, some of the rumors are true." Sirius sighed. "Then... Her grandparents are--" "cruelhearted people. What are you getting at boy?" Sirius asked. "N-nothing, I just... Will she be alright?" Fred asked. "What?" Sirius asked. "Will she be alright? The rumors seem to really bother her I just want to know if she'll be fine sir--" You really care about her, don't you?" Sirius asked. Fred took a deep breath. "I do." he nodded. "And you know that she can't experience attraction to someone she doesn't know? That she needs time to experience that attraction and then decide?" Sirius asked. "I learned that today, but yes." Fred nodded. Sirius sat back in his seat and sighed. "Regulus is all bark, kid. You'll be fine." Sirius said. Fred let out  a little breath of relief but Sirius yanked him forward by his shirt. "But if you hurt my niece, my brother will be the least of your worries." Sirius said to him. Fred's eyes widened. "Do you understand me, boy?" Sirius asked, his voice very low. Fred nodded and Sirius let go. "Now..." Sirius began. Fred geared up for another dark conversation. "Tell me about yourself." Sirius said. "Uhhh... Okay?"

"Think you might like the boy later?" Regulus asked. You looked over at your father. "I don't know yet dad" You answered, your sights returning to the window. Regulus sighed. "If he invited you for Christmas... Would you want to go?" Regulus asked. "He's not going home for Christmas dad." You answered. "Why?" Regulus asked. "His parents are visiting his brother again." you answered. "I see..." He said before letting out a long sigh. "So all of his siblings are stuck at the school? Including that friend of yours? Ginny?" Regulus asked. "Uhm... Yeah. Well not Ron... He's hanging out with Uncle Prongs and Aunt Lily with Harry." You answered. Regulus sighed and you looked over. "Why?" You asked. "Invite them." Regulus sighed. "What?" You asked. "Invite them over. You're making friends Y/n, that's good. So invite them." Regulus told you. "But what if your mother comes--" "Then I'll rely on those two boys to cause trouble... I've heard stories." He shrugged. You looked out the window at the Three Broomsticks. "Alright.. I'll be right back. " You said.

You walked back in to Sirius and Fred laughing and joking with each other. "Hi guys." You said sitting down. "Ayee! Y/n, nice of you to join!" Sirius said with a laugh. "What's got you all giddy?" You asked. "Exchanging mischief stories." Fred chuckled. You smiled. "What brings you back in here?" Sirius asked. "Dad has invited the Weasley's over for the holidays. all of them." You answered, earning a shocked look from both of them. "I'll let mum know where we'll be." Fred said after a while. "Cool." You shrugged, getting back up and walking back.

So there they all stood, the estate being more massive than expected. "I don't recall hearing this estate being so.." "Off with their heads?" George suggested. Fred nodded and Ginny rung the doorbell. The door immediately opened to a house elf. "Mistress Black, your guests have arrived." Kreacher announced. You walked over. "Thank you Kreacher, go get some cocoa from the kitchens, you look absolutely freezing." You said to him. "I'm not permitted to--" "Kreech. What have we talked about?" You asked. He sighed and nodded, walking away to the kitchens. You pulled back the door and sighed. "Welcome!" You finally said. "This place is huge!" Ron gaped making you raise a brow. "I thought you were with Harry?" You said confused. "I am." Ron said, Harry raising his hand. "I thought you were with Uncle--" "HE ISSS!" James shouted, scooping you up into a hug. "Gah! Aunt Lily-- help-- breathing--" "James, release the poor girl." Lily's voice said. James let go as they all walked in. "Why are you all here?" You asked. "Your father invited us." Remus' voice said. You perked up. "UNCLE MOONY!" You squealed, jumping into the man's arms. Fred smiled at your excitement. "They're here!" Regulus called and Sirius popped out from behind a door. "MY GUYS!" Sirius said, nearly tackling James down into a hug. "Where is Wormtail?" Sirius asked. "He's--" "Here!" Peter emerged. You were nearly knocked down by the sudden group hug from the men and you rolled your eyes. "alright, you guys, you're with me." You said to the group that wasn't the Marauders. They all followed you with their bags and you escorted them to their rooms. "And Ginny, you'll stay in my room." You finished, the group still reeling from the size of the house. "I know it's a little large... But if it helps, we sometimes take in the homeless." You admitted.

Jesus. A good heart and a beautiful face, could you get any better? "Kreacher makes really good food too. But I was thinking we make some holiday cookies, what do you say Fred?" You asked him, Fred looking at you surprised. "...Yeah sure." Fred nodded. "Explore you guys! Seriously, as long as you don't break anything we'll be fine." you said to the group before nodding for Fred to follow. He did, walking with you and looking around, seeing the family portraits on the wall. Fred stopped, staring at a beautiful woman. "Who's this?" He asked. You turned around and smiled softly. "My mother. Persephone." You said. "Is she..." Fred asked, recalling that he never saw your mother. "She passed away in my first year." You said. Fred looked at that face. You seemed sad but you sucked in a breath, walking down the hall. You walked down the stairs but stopped when you saw Luna and her father. "Luna!" You gasped, rushing down the stairs and hugging your friend. Fred followed and Neville walked in as well. "What on earth are you doing here!?" You asked the two of them. "Your father invited us!" Neville answered. "Lovely home you have Y/n!" Neville's mother said. You smiled. "Kreacher!" You called. The house elf walked over. "Would you mind showing the parents around? There's a galleon in it for you!" you said. "Miss Y/n, there is no need for payment." Kreacher said. "Kreeeeaachherr." You sighed. "Be more flexible. Understood ma'am-- Y/n." Kreacher stuttered making you smile. "Right this way Mr. Lovegood, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom." He said, escorting them off. "Me and Luna are going to the library, see you at dinner?" Neville asked. "Yep." You nodded before walking off. Fred opened his mouth "Fred, come on!" You called, still walking.

You opened the door, walking into the kitchen. "ever bake cookies before?" You asked, rummaging through a cupboard.  "Uhm, a couple of times with my mum, Y/n no offense but... Why am I here?" Fred asked. You sighed, pulling out a bowl. " I want to get to know you Fred." You answered. "...Oh. Oh! okay!" He nodded. "There's cookie mix next to you. Can you get it please?" You asked. He grabbed the box, and walking over. "SO. Your childhood. What was it like?" You asked. "Uhm... Nice. My mum is a stay at home mum and my dad works for the ministry, he knows your dad actually." he answered. "How many brothers do you have?" you asked. "Well there's Bill, he's nice you'd probably like him, then there's Charlie, Dragon obsessed, Percy, stick is constantly shoved up his arse, then there's George, you know him, Ron, super whiny but we love him, and the one sister is Ginny." he listed. "lot of siblings." You noted. "Oh yeah. Never a dull moment with us." he chuckled. "Are you an only child?" Fred asked. "Yes. Though I think my grandparents are still praying my dad finds a nice Pureblood to marry to 'fix our lineage." You said. "... Was your mother not a pureblood?" he asked. "No, she was a muggle." you answered. "Hmm. Grandparents didn't like that?" He asked. "they loathe my existence." You answered. "I'm sure--" "No Fred. They loathe me." You said, looking at him. He blinked a couple of times, noticing the pain in your eyes.

Fred cleared his throat and you sighed. "Sorry, it's just... They might be coming this year. And if they do..." You shook your head. "What do you want to do with your life?" You asked. Fred noticed the sudden change in subject. "Uhm. Well I know it sounds dumb but I want to run a shop with my brother. Which I'm already doing... technically." Fred answered. "Oh the underground joke shop?" You asked. "You know about that, eh?" He asked. "Gryffindors tend to use the items on us. So yes." You answered, dumping the mix into the bowl. "Ever been used on you?" He asked, slightly concerned. "Once, but it was actually funny. Neville wanted to wake me up so I hadn't slept so he used an exploding ink pen next to me so the noise would wake me up." You chuckled. He smiled, you cracking a couple of eggs. "My dad is my best friend. I might give him a hard time but I know he loves me." You said. "What was... Your mother like?" He asked. You stopped for a second. "Sorry--" "No it's okay I'm just thinking of a good way to describe her." You admitted. "She was kind. A bit of a goofball but that's why dad liked her." You answered. Fred noticed the sincere smile you had. You favored your mother, the way you had that same soft smile as the woman in the portrait

"You have her smile." He said without thinking. You looked over, slightly surprised by his observation. "...Dad agrees." You said before turning back to the bowl. You heard the door open and you rose a brow. "Expecting more guests?" Fred asked. "No... Unless-" "Where is that useless house elf!?" You heard. Your face dropped and you swallowed. Fred noticed that look. Pure terror.

"Mother?" You heard your father say. "There you are. Don't you know that there is a use for a house elf?" She replied. "...Right. let me see if I can find him." He said before walking into the kitchen. "Back door. Now." He said to you. You nodded, grabbing Fred's hand. "Where are we-" "SHH!" you and regulus hushed before you opened a back door, walking out of the house. You dragged Fred with you, walking as fast as you could before running into Neville. "Y/n? Why'd you take the backdoor?" He asked. "My grandparents are here." You said. He winced and Fred looked over. "No- Mother I really think you should lie down!" You heard Regulus said say. "Fuck!" You sighed. You pulled out your wand, grabbing Neville and Fred before Apparating to your room and locking the door.

"....Wait a damn minute, only Seventh years should know how to do that." Neville said. Ginny and Luna looked up. "She reads ahead in her textbooks." Luna said. You sighed. "We heard your grandmother downstairs so we came up here." Ginny said. You sighed, running a hand over your face. Fred looked over at you and put a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n it's alright-" "Dad is stuck with them!" You realized. Ginny stood up. "What do you want us to do?" She asked. You pondered before sighing. "I'll be back."

Regulus looked around the halls as Sirius was walking around with James. Regulus yanked him back. "Mum and Dad are here." He said. Sirius frowned. "James, we need to make ourselves scarce." Sirius said. "Yeah I saw Walburga." James said. "Have you seen Y/n?" Regulus asked. "Pst!" You whispered making all the men jump. You took off the invisibility cloak. "Here, you'll need it more than me." You said, handing it off to Sirius. "What about you?" He asked. "Don't worry about me. I just learned to apparate, I'm okay. You however need to leave, my suggestion is that you go to the gardens behind the house, you at least wouldn't be too bored." You said.

Lily walked out of her room confused. "Why are you all standing around?" She asked. "Mother and father are here." Sirius said. "Yes, why do you have the invisibility cloak?" She asked. "To leave!" Sirius said. "Oh for Godric's sake!" She sighed. "Look, you both will have to see them at dinner-" "Lily no offense but you have parents who love you. I don't. You don't understand how it feels. You never will." Sirius said. "They loathe our existence. But Aunt Lily does make a good point..." You muttered. "You mean-" "We were here first. If anything we can... Just kick them out if they act out." You muttered. Everyone gaped. "Y/n, do you hear yourself?" Sirius asked. "... It's better than hiding." You said.

Fred popped his head out from the door. "Y/n, we good?" He asked. "....Yeah." you muttered. Neville, Fred, Luna and Ginny stepped out. You sighed again, already seeming exhausted. Luna put her arm around you. "You've got us Y/n. We're going make those cookies!" Luna said. "Wait wha-" before you knew it Neville and the group was dragging you off to the kitchen.

"ALRIGHT! WHERE WERE WE!?" Fred asked. You chuckled, lifting the half stirred batter in the bowl. Ginny snorted.  Kreacher sighed, cracking his neck as he walked by and you noticed a red mark. You set down the bowl. "Kreacher, are you alright?" You asked. "Yes ma'am." He said. "Kreacher." You said. He sighed. "Mrs. Black reprimanded me for trying to help with her belongings." He said. You frowned. "She did what." You asked. "Miss Y/n it is fine--" "No Kreacher. It is not." You said. Fred looked at you. "What do you want to-" you exited the kitchen and Ginny looked over. "You guys, finish the cookies I'm going to stop a homicide." Fred said rushing after you.

You walked into the main hall before freezing at the sight of your grandmother and grandfather. She turned and scowled. "Oh. It's you." She said. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. "I-..." You struggled to speak. Fred soon arrived next to you. "Who are you?" Orion asked. "Fred Weasley. Y/n, we should-" "Weasley?" Walburga asked. "Yes." He sighed. You swallowed. "... Don't hit Kreecher again." You finally said. They turned to you. "Excuse me?" Walburga asked. Fred shot you a look. You were shaking but still you stuck with your guns. "Kreacher is here to assist you. H-he's not a punching bag." You said. Walburga scowled and Fred cleared his throat. "I'm a twin by the way!" He said.

You looked over at him. "Yep. George is skulking around here somewhere! Looks exactly like me! He 'says' he's the older one by five minutes but that's totally false." He said. "what is this bloody idiot going on about?" Orion asked. "Well that was all we needed to say! Off we go!" Fred said, dragging you off.

When you returned to the kitchen you sighed. "I am a child." You sighed. "You were terrified!" Fred said. "Well at least I told them." You said. "Barely. But yes you did." Fred nodded. Kreacher sighed. "Miss Y/n, that really was not necessary. I know they frighten you." He said. You shook your head. "Kreacher you help us all the time. I just... I don't like to see you hurt." You said. Fred blinked, looking at you. Kreacher nodded. "...This may sound out of line... May I have some tea?" He asked. "Oh! Sure. Earl grey?" You asked. He nodded and you walked off. Kreacher poked Fred for his attention. Fred kneeled to him and Kreacher whispered. "Please keep Mistress Y/n safe. She's a good woman." He said. Fred nodded and you turned around with the tea. "Kreacher your tea is ready." You said softly. He nodded, taking the small cup and sipping it. "No one makes it like you do Miss." He said with a small smile. You chuckled. "Thanks Kreach." You said with a smile.

Dinner creeped upon you, everyone changing into better clothes. You sat between Ginny and Fred, sipping on water and staring off into space as your father spoke. Sirius constantly readjusted his tie. "Sirius, you can take it off you know." Regulus said. "It is proper to-" immediately Sirius took it off, staring at his father as he did. You tensed up, looking at Regulus. "beautiful home you have Mr. Black." Arthur said to him. "Thank you Arthur. Designed it myself." He said with a smile. "Really?" Molly asked. "Oh yes. You know there's quite a few secrets in these walls, you just have to look around." He said. "Secrets?" Alice asked. "we have a secret study." You said. Regulus smiled. "Is that it?" George asked. "Oh no. There's the training room, the pool, the game room and..." You cleared your throat. "the... Art room." You said. Fred rose a brow but Ginny chuckled. "Say... Who was the portrait of in the hallway?" Frank asked.

Every family member tensed as Walburga slammed down her glass. "A disgrace." She said. You gripped the hem of your skirt. Fred looked over as did Arthur. "Y/n go to the other room." Regulus said. "No, I'm fine." You said. "She was a disgrace. And so is the child." "Mother we are trying to have a nice dinner-" "Honestly. Why her? Why? A muggle? Regulus we raised you better!" Orion said. "here we go." Sirius sighed, getting up and walking out with a flask. James trailed after and Peter looked at you. "Are you okay?" He mouthed. You shrugged but Kreacher almost entered, you shaking your head to let him know that now was a horrible time.

He stepped back and Walburga continued. "Your daughter isn't even living up to our name! She is hanging around these people, she is spending time with mudbloods, God only knows what she's doing at school!" Walburga said. Fred glared at Ginny looked at you. "She is a disgrace, just like her mother" "stop." You muttered, so low that only Fred heard you. "Just come home Regulus, this is a fruitless attempt at adulthood." Orion sighed. "Excuse me, but that is my daughter you are talking about!" Regulus said. "She doesn't have our blood Regulus, she will always be a half-blooded-" "SHUT. UP." Fred said, everyone looking at him. "Excuse me?" She asked. "Fred." You halted. "Y/n is one of the kindest people I know. She's patient, she's smart and she's a beautiful human being, if you had half a fucking mind you'd see that! Instead you come into their home, you make them feel uncomfortable, you drove your own son away from the table, you had THIS conversation in front of guests and you acted as if you're above us all. How is it a family that isn't even noble has better manners and composure compared to actual nobles!?" Fred asked.

You gaped, Regulus blinking. "....Dad I think I'm gonna check on Sirius now." You said getting up. Fred sighed but you gripped his hand, forcing him to get up. You dragged Fred with you and he sighed. "Y/n I didn't mean to yell at your grandparents I just... I-" "I felt it." You said. He blinked. "What?" He asked. "....I felt an attraction to you. When you... Stood up for me." You said.  He stared at you. "....Fred?" You asked. He wasn't saying anything. "Fred? Are you okay-" "Can I kiss you or is that off limits?" He asked.

You blinked. "No, you can kiss me-" he slammed his lips against yours, you holding him close and him pulling away for air. "....That wasn't... Too much was it?" Fred asked. "No! No... Freddie that was perfect." You said softly. James walked out and sighed, causing you to immediately back away. "Your mother is yelling at Orion." James said. Fred rose a brow. "...Molly is what?" You asked.

You entered the dining room to see Molly yelling at the man and Luna eating a bread roll and talking to her father as if nothing happened. "AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, Y/N IS THE BEST DAMN THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO THE BLACK FAMILY. SHE IS WORTH THE WORLD AND MORE." Molly defended. You smiled. "I will not be spoken to in this manner-" "Then leave." You said. Everyone turned to them. Orion glared, as did Walburga. "Excuse me?" She asked. "Then. Leave. You will not come into my father's house and yell at him for his life choices, make me feel inferior or make our other guests feel uncomfortable. Sit down, shut up or LEAVE." You said. Orion reached for his wand but found it missing, Kreacher now standing at your side. "Your bags have already been removed from the premises." He said. Fred looked at them. "Get. Out." You said.

Sirius leaned against the doorway. "You heard the woman." Sirius said. They huffed, getting up and leaving. The second the front door closed you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "Y/n, are you alri-" you picked up the bottle of wine, uncorking it and drinking it. "I've earned this, don't even start." You halted your father. "...I was going to offer a glass..." He said. "Nope." You said before continuing. Fred attempted to grab your hand away from the bottle but you smacked it before finishing the entire bottle. "She learned that from you." Regulus said to Sirius. "Damn right she did." Sirius chuckled. "Are we continuing this dinner?" You asked. "Yep, Neville finished the cookies." Ginny said. "Nice! I love his baking!" you said, sitting down. Kreacher walked but you halted him. "Why don't you join us Kreach?" You asked. "Oh yes! do join us!" Regulus nodded. "But who's going to get-" "Oh I'll do it! I wanna know if there's any secrets in the kitchen!" Ginny said. "But-" "Kreacher" You and your father chuckled.  

Dinner continued, you all laughing at jokes and sharing stories. Eventually they all dispersed and you stood on the back patio with your father, leaning on the railing. "They were wrong you know... My parents." Regulus said. You looked over. "You and your mother were the best things that ever happened to this family. Don't ever second guess that." Regulus told you. "I know dad." you said. He chuckled, hugging you with one arm. "So, that kiss." Regulus said. You turned red. "W-what!?" You asked. "James caught you." Regulus said. "Oh Godric's balls- Dad I love you but I'm never having this conversation with you." You sighed. "Alright alright!" Regulus chuckled. "...Was it bad?" He asked. "Dad!" You whined. "Whattttt? I wanna know just a little information!" He sighed. "Nope, nope- I'm out, bye dad, love you!" you said, walking out.

You walked down to the study noticing the false wall had been opened. You swallowed. You hadn't been in there since...

You walked in and found Fred looking out the window. "it was your mum's right?" Fred asked. "What?" you asked. "This room? The art room? You got quiet when it was mentioned earlier and I thought maybe this was the study... But judging by the paint... I was wrong." he said. "Yeah... Mum was... She was something else." you said. Fred looked over with a small smile. "Y/n, you really do make us all proud.  and.. If you'll let me I'd love to watch you succeed from the sidelines as... More than a friend." He said. "like.. Boyfriend?" "Yep." He nodded. "Boyfriend." You said. "me." "Girlfriend." "You." He said. "Hmm. I think I like that Weasley." you said. "Really?" Fred asked. "Absolutely. Plus you defended my honor, that kind of says boyfriend." you said. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, looking out at your friends through a window.

Regulus sighed, leaning on the patio. "She's growing up." Sirius said. "I know." Regulus sighed. "She's become quite the woman." Sirius said. "I know." Regulus said. "She looks more and more like her mother every day." He said. "Absolutely. Same personality too." Regulus said. "Not quite." Sirius said.

You walked out with Fred, laughing at something he said. "That spark of hers is all you brother." Sirius said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Regulus smiled watching you as you stole Neville's hat and ran, laughing at Neville scooped you up and took it back. "She is indeed my daughter." Regulus said softly. Sirius smiled, watching you. "What are you two doing?" Lily asked. "Watching the coolest girl in the world." Sirius said. You threw snow at Harry who returned the favor.

You built this family, you made it better. You were a force of nature that was strong but built to withstand even the toughest of storms. You had this love for everyone that was backed by your fierce need to protect. Many paint a negative picture of the Slytherin house. But when another Slytherin looks at themselves they see someone who is quick on their feet and is very protective over their own. To others they see snakes. To them they see people who have the resilience of a snake. They are strong. They are tough. And if you try to come near them they have a venomous bite.  

But by no means are they heartless.

And you are a beautiful example of that.

#fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley

[skrivarmelodi]

Now AOT is over...

So, I read the final chapter of Attack On Titan and there are a lot of thoughts and feelings. But overall I'm pleased with the whole story and the ending. I trusted Isayama and he didn't disappoint me.

There are certain things I'd like to go into detail about Levi, Ymir, Mikasa, Eren etc and certain moments during the story.

So if anyone cares here we go. (warning, this got long and contains spoilers for chapter 139 and obviouisly the whole story!)

First, Ymir Fritz, Eren, and Mikasa.

The more we got to know Ymir, the more we knew about her circumstances and how it all started, the more I asked myself, why she doesn’t simply stop all of the misery, if she can and, obviously, has the power to do so (chapter 122).

I thought, perhaps, because she loves King Fritz so much, after all, she sacrificed herself in order to protect him (which I didn’t like at all, because he was a shitty person). But then I wasn't sure if Isayama would use 'love' in such a way. He did and it's nothing new but it's something we can all understand. Love is good, but it can also be something bad, something toxic, and Ymir was most likely a slave of her own feelings because she didn't know better. Her life was miserable until she got the power to become a Titan and gave birth to the daughters of the king. But as you can see, at the beginning of chapter 122 she watches a couple getting married and that was what she wanted too. To be loved. This was the love she knew and the love she protected and believed that was true love (most likely) because she didn't know a different kind of love.

When Eren told her, that she can decide and asked her to give him the power he needs, it didn’t sit well with me. I guess because I never connected Eren to have any romantic feelings (though I guessed so much when it comes to Mikasa and he simply wanted to be cool or something). But AOT in itself doesn’t display love in the way we usually see, that became very clear to me with each new chapter. And love is not the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about AOT.

Now about Eren.

Oh boy, look at that. When Eren slowly became the villain I liked the idea but at the same time I was questioning it. It simply made no sense to me why he would want to kill everyone and yet care so deeply about his friends. Also, Isayama is not that sort of person to let his characters act out of character. Whatever the characters I agreed with it because that was how Isayama created them. That's why, when it came out that Eren was able to see the past, present, and future, I thought he probably saw a way to stop all of this and protect his friends. Isayama played us good, when Eren was rude towards Mikasa and Armin and then the rumbling came, but I constantly thought 'No, there must be more to it'. And yeah, Eren saw a possible future because everything was unclear to him and he grabbed that chance and took it.

Remember in the first season, when Eren, Levi, and Levi's squad were fighting against the female titan and that Eren has to decide what he should do and what not? That he has to accept the consequences? Yeah, Eren did that and he knew it was bad but it was the way he believed in and saw, even if it meant to kill 80% of humanity (what the...) and sacrifice his own life. I don't see Eren as a hero nor as a villain. But he definitely acted on his own free will and accepted the consequences.

Now about Mikasa.

Well, I'll be honest, I was never a fan of Mikasa. I didn't like how she was solely focused on Eren and didn't seem to have her own goals that were not connected to Eren. I simply didn't like that and Eren wasn't my favourite either, but I love their development. The moment I started to feel sorry for her was when Eren said he hated her. You see, I get it, I understand why Mikasa is the way she is and I'm simply no fan of this 'I do everything for you, fuck everyone else' especially not in a world like AOT, I also understand the Ackermann Bond (I ship Eruri after all). So I was really pissed at Eren to stomp on her feelings like that because, no matter how much I like or dislike a person, you don't treat them the way Eren did (also toward Armin). From that moment on, I enjoyed her development and when she cut off Eren's head I was sad and happy for her.

So, in many ways, Mikasa is like Ymir, or rather, Ymir is like Mikasa, but on a whole different level. Mikasa, who devoted herself to Eren, just like Ymir did to King Fritz, saw that what he was doing was wrong and she decided to stop him. She loves him still, of course, but she was able to do what Ymir couldn't and she did it for the greater good. Because there is more than Eren, there are more people who deserve to live. I did like that and also that her action was the eye-opener for Ymir. It doesn't change the way Mikasa feels about Eren, and that's okay, but she was willing to kill the person she loves more than anything because it was the right thing to do. Ymir simply couldn't do what Mikasa did because she didn't know better.

About Levi, Erwin's death, Armin saving humanity, Berthold wasn't supposed to die, and just some thoughts about AOT in general.

Now, I do ship Levi and Erwin together and I was sure Levi would die and meet Erwin in the afterlife and then Isayama would out them (haha). But I'm just happy that Levi survived and is now the adopted uncle of Gabi and Falco. He's my favorite character and a lot of things would have ended badly without him. For me, he and Erwin and their squad represented not only a strong force and saviours but also how you probably have to be in order to survive/handle a world like AOT.

So I was shocked, at first, when Levi saw Erwin and the others because I thought he would die, but when the tear ran down his cheek, I could feel how everything fell of his shoulders. Levi never cried, never had time to mourn his comrades because he understood the world they were living in and that he needed to keep on moving. I never considered him as someone cold because he clearly wasn't. But he also never cried and seeing that... finally. And I'm sure he cried some more after everything. I thought he would cry (he was close to though and perhaps did when he was alone) when Erwin died because that fucking broke him.

Their relationship fascinated me even before I started to ship them but it broke my fucking heart when Erwin died too.

And here we come to the part about Armin and Bertholg.

I was so pissed that Armin survived and even more when things just became worse. I thought, in AOT, you can't solve everything through talking. It worked during certain critical moments, yes, but it simply isn't the main key for everything when it comes to the world of AOT.

So, I never understood why Armin had to survive and not Erwin and it became more and more confusing for me as the story continued because Armin, clearly, is not Erwin and he doesn't have what Erwin has. I don't know if things would have been better with Erwin being in charge, but he would have definitely done something while Armin didn't know what to do. Sure, he is younger than Erwin, doesn't have the experience as Erwin does and in his core he is very different, and that's totally fine. Armin is fine the way he is, but during the story. I constantly found myself thinking: 'With Erwin and his mind, we wouldn't be in such a situation'. I once read somewhere that Levi and Erwin are too smart to be fooled by, for example, Yelena. I can't help but agree.

And today, when I read the final chapter and Eren said 'Berthold wasn't supposed to die on that day' and also, that he couldn't see the past and future as separated paths but everything at once I thought, that this is Isayama giving us his version but there are also many many other ways this story could go. Which is, for me, such a sweet and grateful message. We are free to choose our path (fanfiction/fanart etc) and to create a different story, but this AOT version is his version and how he imagined it, or rather, how Eren saw one possible happy end.

I'm still certain with Erwin around things would have been different, better even, but I understand Eren too. I guess, he didn't only choose Armin because he knew things would have a happy ending for his friends. He also choose Armin because of personal feelings. I wonder what would have happened if Berthold survived, was there also a happy end but without Armin? And perhaps without the rumbling? I think it's nice that Isayama did this and that he, basically, points at a different way but it's up to us.

Now, the rumbling is over and so is the power of the titans and in such a world, someone like Armin is the right person to be in. Now it's all about talking, having a proper conversation, creating relationships through words. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Erwin would have been able to do that as well, but Armin is much more diplomatic than Erwin because he doesn't want to fight or kill, it's really the last option for him. Erwin on the other hand wouldn't hesitate, and someone like him was important for the world before the rumbling was over.

Now some general thoughts about AOT now that it's over.

Okay, so, I watched tons of Anime when I was a teenager and the best thing for me was Death Note. But after Death Note I found nothing that really interested me and a lot of weird stuff. I don't know, it simply wasn't for me. However, I continued reading my yaoi Mangas and even studied Japanese for a year. Then, I did hear about Attack on Titan but I was so used to shitty Anime that I thought it would be shitty too (the next best thing I found was Yuri on Ice). However, a friend of mine gave me the first season and I thought, well, why not. I was so wrong and through AOT I found my way back to Anime.

It's not just the story, not just the art-style I like, it's Isayama and his brain I enjoy so much. I'm a very logical person and I like it when stories and things make sense and are connected from the beginning till the end and when it never feels forced but natural, true, loyal to the characters and the world they created. I don't know how he does it but I'm so grateful for AOT and that he decided to share this amazing story with us (even though it was fucking painful and my poor Levi). It's really been a while for me to find a story that caught me like Death Note did many years ago.

So, ありがとう、Isayama-San!

But I'd love to know more about the Ackermans and Levi and perhaps we'll get a book like Answers etc later. That would be great.

#attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #eruri #Levi ackerman #Erwin Smith #ch139 spoilers #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger

[madlilsongbird]

Watching The Amazing Spidernan movies so that I’m all caught up before No Way Home. Will add my thoughts as I have them. Note I am not some big Spider-Man fan nor have I read the comics so if my thoughts sound kinda stupid they probably are.

First movie:

That’s a good trick with the broom. Making a mental note as we speak.

Actually seeing Peter say goodbye to his parents is horrible and I would like to never experience it again

SALLY FIELD IS AUNT MAY?! Why does this one have the good cast? (not good as in better but good as in more well known)

The sexual tension in “good morning flash…good morning Peter” (this is a joke I’m not shipping him with his bully)

Jesus roid rage much?

Shut your blinds! I don’t know who would be looking in your window at this exact moment but close them anyway!

First careful, you never know who is watching what you search (when did I become this person)

Second…curt connors is ableist.

Poor Rodrigo Guevara

Oh internalised ableism. And that is the only comment I will make going forward because my disabilities do not include limb difference and I dont want to overstep.

Stop following the man, you are not subtle…wait wtf how’d he do that?!

This is where he gets his powers right?

Okay but when would 5 men make that much of a fuss over a woman that only 1 of them seems to know?

Same. (This is in reference to smashing the alarm clock)

Oh my god is it really necessary to show all the different kinds of spider bites.

Actually just going back to the internalised ableism thing…he is allowed to feel whatever type of way about his own disability that is his right. But insinuating that all disabled people are weak and wanting to breed out the weakness is eugenics and just kinda gross. THIS is the final comment I will make on the matter.

No but seriously he is way more aggressive than regular teen boy aggressive so either he’s on something or he’s overcompensating for something

The way he looks at him doe (again all jokes am not shipping flash and Peter)

Why is this so awkward? And not like teens navigating a crush awkward just genuinely awkward. I feel no chemistry between them.

I like the song, it’s an interesting choice for this scene but I like it.

Stop does uncle Ben die now? Like I know uncle Ben dies at some point but I was really kinda hoping he just wouldn’t in this iteration. I was going for a ninth doctor moment “just this once everybody lives”

MOTHERFUCKER

God Sally is incredible

Don’t show me moments of Flash being human I might accidentally start shipping them for real and that simply can’t happen.

Oooh he’s a fashion designer

I just really enjoy how he takes the piss out of his victims? Arrests?

Is Gwen aware that the school nurse can’t cure everything? Both legally and just like generally doesn’t have the knowledge to cure everything. She suggests going to the nurse a lot.

This family gives me bad vibes

This is a long movie…it’s not even half way through

Well that’s one way to tell her

NOT GEORGE FOYET!

I think with what I remember of SpiderTobey and what I know of SpiderTom, Andrews Spider-Man is definitely better with the people he’s rescuing. Smoother, good bedside manner.

His sons name is Jack. Why does that make me angry?

So he’s just not gonna rescue the other people hanging off the bridge?

It’s almost poetic that the son of the man tried to stop him the first time will be the one to stop him now

Now how is he getting enough power in the sewer

No means no Peter

Does she die in this one or the next one? I don’t imagine her dying will help captain stacey see him as a good guy

Stan 🥺

This movie is exhausting and I don’t know if I mean that in a good way or a bad way.

MoThEr HuBbArD aRe YoU sErIoUs

He managed to get three whole words out and you didn’t think to ease up on the trigger a little to hear what those words might be?

She’s very clever and I will be sad to see her go

That wasn’t her scream. Or it was but from a different take.

Foyet about to be coming in clutch

I’m going to cry.

He’s so ugly. Some lizards are really cute but lizard + human, kinda gross looking.

Well shit. I didn’t know that happened. I guess what I said about him being upset with Peter about Gwen is irrelevant. Unless it isn’t, like if you believe in the afterlife, imagine how pissed he’s gonna be when Gwen arrives.

He finally got the eggs 🥺

As someone who’s boyfriend at the time didn’t go to her fathers funeral I feel ya Gwen. I mean I don’t care now but at the time it sucked.

Dr Connors was just in a silly goofy mood. He seems to show genuine care for the boy (this is mostly sarcasm).

Second movie

Oh we’re going back to peters dad.

How do they have access to a private jet?

Miss Honey is badass

Ngl I’m actually quite relieved they both died before the plane crashed. Stil devastating though.

Okay so this is first up on the list of potential mystery villains in No Way Home��he looks like a tool.

HeLLo PeDeStRiAnS

He really just let Spider-Man put his hand on his tongue. Sir do you know where his hand has been? Not to mention just in general the feeling of spandex on your tongue. I feel ill.

No respect for the proper care of plutonium.

Please don’t ever say “come to daddy” again 😂

I’m kinda sad Jamie Fox becomes a villain, his character seems kinda sweet so far from the 2 seconds I’ve seen of him

You mean to tell me he missed his girlfriend’s fathers funeral AND her valedictorian speech?!

Stan x2 🥺

Because you can’t lose me you’re going to lose me? 😂

I love her jacket

Why are they still pretending like she doesn’t know?

I may have spoken to soon about Max

See I would be speeding up daddy’s death if he told me he’d passed down a genetic disease and just decided not to tell me.

Friendship.

Okay max is still a little bit nutty but you gotta feel bad for the guy. He must’ve been so scared.

Don’t smile that’s not cute, if he was a regular boy you’d file a restraining order.

Oh I see Spider-Man is gonna fight him which will make him turn and become the “bad guy” whether he will actually be a bad guy is still unknown.

This scene is actually kinda just making me angry (the time square scene)

Cops suck man. Peter was talking him down just fine.

Did nobody teach these people not to touch metal when there’s electricity about.

Interesting that I didn’t pick up any chemistry from them in the first movie weren’t they an actual couple for a while?

Another good song with an interesting placement

I’m sorry did the caller ID not say Mary Parker? How was it Harry on the phone?

Run Gwen!

This version of Harry is kinda creepy I’m sure the actor is swell but the character is terrifying. Original version Harry was swell whereas the actor is…

“Maybe everyone has a part of themselves they hide” gives him the eye

This movies shorter or at least it feels shorter

An excellent show of what happens when you tell a rich daddy’s boy no for the first time.

This makes me very sad. She’s so excited for the possibility of Oxford.

As much as Harry disturbs me, I want him to burn his entire team.

His daddy really did love him!

I think it’s mostly his eyes, his behaviour can be explained by trauma (why I find Harry creepy)

Okay most of his behaviour. The taking joy in killing people that’s just him being nutty and not a trauma response.

This is fucked up. And where is Peter? he is off chasing a girl who has broken up with him twice now.

PLANES NEED THE POWER!

I really like SpiderAndrew, the movies are fine but as a character I thoroughly enjoy him

Sorcerers apprentice who?

Captain Stacy can’t blame him! She’s clearly stubborn as hell and her own free woman

I quite literally stopped breathing (in reference to the almost plane crash)

Is this why they made it Gwen and not MJ so that he could kill her and be an actual bad guy? From my little knowledge of the comics and what I’ve seen from the movies Harry would never hurt MJ so it had to be someone else important to Peter but not super important to him for him to a real bad guy

I like that Harry actually looks like a goblin.

What was the disease he’s supposed to have?

This poor family. I know I said they gave me bad vibes in the first movie but nobody deserves this.

He looks less like a tool with his suit on…but only slightly less

Baby you better get back behind that baracade!

Nobody talk to me I’m very emotional. This child looks very much like a magical mix of all 3 of my brothers put together and seeing him stand there so brave but so scared is doing something to me.

Final thoughts:

So I think SpiderAndrew might be a close second favourite for me. I like the relationships of the original the most, the comedy of the mcu version the most but this one was like a nice in between. Im a little disappointed there won’t be a third not cos I think I would have enjoyed it just cos the original had 3 movies, the mcu version will have at least 3 movies and this one is left out with 2. Don’t think I would have loved Shailene Woodley as MJ though so I dunno. I think the only thing I would have wanted from a third movie is to know who fedora guy is…and for Peter and May to acknowledge that they both know that he is Spider-Man. Apart from that it was fine and I now feel fully prepared for No Way Home.

#the amazing spider man #the amazing spider man 2 #the amazing Spider-Man #the amazing Spider-Man 2 #the amazing spider man spoilers #andrew garfield #emma stone #sally field #criminal minds #george foyet #spider man no way home

[rhysismydaddy]

The Bodyguard (Elorcan)

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SHIP.

I wrote a lot of Elorcan a while ago on my phone and realized I’ve literally been posting Nessian nonstop, so we’ll take a little break. 

I have no idea how many parts this is going to be, but it’s a bit more of a slow burn than my usual fics, so probably 5ish. Not much happens in this part, but it get’s more interesting lol. Let me know if you want to be tagged :)

Part 2 | Part 3

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Elide rolled out of bed Monday morning to the sound of a loud, incessant banging on her front door. How someone was managing to put that much aggression and frustration into a simple knock baffled her. 

She swung it open and yelled, “What the hell do you want?”

When she looked up--and up and up and up--to the man standing in front of her, she instantly regretted her choice of tone. 

This was not a man you yelled at. Hell, this was not a man you poked with a very, very long stick. 

The stranger towered above her, making all five feet of her feet insignificant. He had long dark hair pulled back in a bun, tan skin, and eyes that looked almost black. Chiseled cheek bones, a jaw set in a scowl, and head to toe black clothing completed the look. 

Elide didn’t know how to feel about his appearance, actually. 

It was definitely abrasive and intimidating. Or to most it would be. She’d lost her fear of “scary” men a while ago. She knew firsthand the most innocent looking man could be the most sadistic. 

And yet, beneath all the black clothing and deep scowl, the man standing in front of her was also attractive in a dangerous, rough way. 

But what the hell did he want?

“Elide Lochan?” he asked, his voice conveying everything written across his face effortlessly. 

“Um, yes?” How did he know who she was? 

“I’m with The Galathynius Guarship. I’ve been assigned to watch over you.” He seemed satisfied with that explanation, but she sure as hell wasn’t.

“Galathynius? As in Aelin Galathynius?”

If possible, his scowl got deeper. “The one and only. But more specifically, I owe the whipped little bitch who calls himself her husband a favor.”

“Hold on,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “Rowan sent you?”

This was beyond weird. Aelin was one of her best friends, but she didn’t spend all that much time around her husband. 

The man in front of her sighed, so much aggression in the one simple sound. “I suspect that he was told to cash in the favor in this specific way by a certain fire-breathing bitch queen, but yes, he was the one who called me.”

“Okay, but why?”

His eyes met hers, and she somehow knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth. It didn’t soften the words in the slightest, though. 

“He found you.”

Fuck.

An involuntary shiver ran over her, but she hid it behind a stretch. “How do they know?”

“Rowan said they’ve been watching your uncle for a while, and that he just bought an apartment in the city. He’s also made inquiries into this complex about you, and a black sedan has been spotted canvassing the building you work in.” 

He said it all in that same cold, almost bored tone, and for some reason, that kept the panic at bay. 

Elide straightened her spine and put on her best smile. “Thank you for telling me. I don’t need a bodyguard, though.”

He shrugged one massive shoulder. “I don’t care.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“I owe Whitehorn a favor, and this is what the bastard asked for, so I don’t particularly care if you think you don’t need a bodyguard, although I expect that to be false.” He looked her head to toe as he said that last part, and her blood started to boil. 

She wanted him gone. Now.

Glaring at him, she snatched her phone and dialed Aelin’s number. 

“Hi, Elide. You know it’s like six in the morning, right?”

“Believe me, I’m not happy to be awake at this hour, either. I was woken up by...” she realized she didn’t know the man’s name. “someone pounding on the door. He says he’s my new bodyguard and that you had something to do with it.”

“His name is Lorcan Salvaterre.”

She sighed, continuing to glare at him. “Well, I appreciate the thought, but tell Lorcan Salvaterre to piss off. I’ve been on my own my entire life, and I’m fine.”

“Barely,” Aelin said quietly. 

She paused, ignoring that train of thought, then tried a different tactic. “You know he’s like ten feet tall right?” Lorcan rolled his eyes. “How am I supposed to keep a low profile with him following me?”

Aelin laughed softly. “He’s a tall, insufferable bastard, but he’ll keep you safe. At this point, your uncle’s seen where you live and work, so keeping a low profile doesn’t exactly matter.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “But-”

“Listen.” There was a little fire in her best friend’s tone now. “I do not plan on repeating what happened two years ago. Ever. So until we figure out how to throw Vernon in a deep, dark hole no one will ever find him in, Lorcan stays. Just ignore him.”

“Easier said than done,” she muttered back.

She could practically see Aelin’s smile. “Good luck. Stay safe.”

The line clicked dead, and she threw her phone on her couch in defeat. 

“Your powers of persuasion are truly something magnificent,” Lorcan Salvaterre told her in a mocking tone. “I’m tall? Seriously? That’s the best you could come up with?”

“It’s 6 AM and I’m tired,” she defended, suddenly annoyed. “But I’m already up, so I guess I’ll just go to work early.”

She shut the door in his face so she wouldn’t have to even think about inviting him in.

Damn.

Damn damn damn!

This was so frustrating. She felt... helpless and desperate and trapped. Everyone in her life was trying to keep her safe, but she found herself wanting to be alone and independent for once in her life. 

And she was afraid. 

After finally escaping her uncle’s country estate and moving to the city, she’d sworn she’d never let him make her feel like this again. 

And yet, just the mention of him being in the same city as her made her tremble with fear. Fear, and more than a little rage.

Elide stepped under the shower spray, closing her eyes. Images from her lifetime of misery flickered through her mind, and unlike usual, she didn’t even bother blocking them out. 

They played like a montage in her head, showing her all the reasons she had to be afraid of her uncle. 

Her parents funeral. The first time Vernon had asked her to come to his office. The hidden bruises. The ruined ankle from the time he’d refused to let her go to the doctor and get the bone set. The scars on her wrists and ankles from her chains. 

The emotional scars from everything else.

She squeezed her eyes closed, shut off the onslaught of memories, and stepped out of the shower. 

As usual, she put on jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, even though it was almost summer. Even though she’d made peace with her scars, she didn’t want people to see and gawk. She got a few odd looks for being dressed so heavily, but it kept her more comfortable, so Elide didn’t care. 

She straightened her dark hair, swiped on a little makeup, and grabbed her bag. 

When she opened the door again, Lorcan was still standing there, leaning against the wall across from her. He didn’t even seem to notice her very conservative apparel, but his eyes swept over her face, studying her closely. 

“Ready?”

She nodded, a little nervous by how observant he seemed, but followed as he turned and walked towards the stairs. 

Living on the second floor had a few advantages, but the biggest had to be that she didn’t have to wait for the slow ass elevator that almost never worked. Soon, they were out on the street, walking towards her building. 

Feeling like a million eyes were on her now that she was in public, she tugged on her sleeves and ducked her head. 

“They’re probably staring at me, not you,” Lorcan said with a grimace. 

Oh, there was no “probably” about it. 

Everyone--everyone--was looking at the man strolling next to her. Some with blatant fear on their faces, some just in shock. 

She supposed she couldn’t really blame them. He was large and imposing and looked like he could snap anyone in half who dared to cross him. 

The attention still made her uncomfortable. She preferred to go through life unnoticed, and Lorcan was like a magnet to both men and women’s attention. 

Spotting her favorite coffee shop, she almost cried in relief. She tugged on Lorcan’s arm, and he followed her inside, dark eyes scanning everyone there for signs of a threat. 

Considering this was the most hippie, backwater place in the city, it was a short search. 

“Hey, Elide,” the woman behind the counter said with a smile.

Elide smiled back. “Hey, Asterin.” 

Asterin was one of her best friends in the city. They’d met in the hospital’s mandatory group therapy for people who had suffered certain times of “trauma” and had instantly bonded over their shared hate of one of the nurses. 

“Same as usual?”

She nodded, then turned to Lorcan. “Do you want anything?”

“No,” he responded, eyes hovering on Asterin as if she were a threat.

Granted, her friend was in her usual all black, mostly leather attire and had multiple piercings gracing her beautiful face, but this was Asterin for crying out loud. She was more than a little protective of Elide.

“Who’s the mutt?” the object of his attention asked in a too-friendly voice. 

Elide sighed, unsure how to explain. If Asterin knew her uncle was in town, things were bound to get a little haywire. 

“It’s a long story,” she dodged, sliding a bill across the counter. Her friend looked at her like she’d grown two heads. 

“When’s the last time I charged you?”

Never. 

She stuck it in the tip jar, making Asterin roll her eyes. A moment later, she brought back her vanilla latte and said, “I’ll see you Friday, right?”

For a moment, she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about, but it came rushing back a second later. Friday. Concert. Asterin’s band. “Yeah, sure.”

She could feel Lorcan’s eyes narrow, but she pulled him out before he could cause a scene. 

“What’s happening Friday?” he asked as soon as they were outside. 

Taking a deep drink of her coffee, she replied, “Asterin’s band is having a concert at MSK.”

He brooded for a minute over this information. “No. A crowded area is not exactly safe for you right now.”

Elide stopped walking, her eyebrows high on her forehead. “No? No?”

He was fucking crazy if he thought she’d do whatever he wanted just because he’d been assigned to follow her around. 

Lorcan repeated the word, and she saw red.

“You are not going to tell me what I can and cannot do, you stupidly large bastard. I’ve spent my entire life with someone who did that for me, and I won’t put up with it for a second longer.” 

He sighed, and that just pissed her off more. 

“If you’re not confident in your skills to guard me in a crowded area, then maybe you shouldn't be here,” she snapped. 

His dark eyes narrowed. “I’m more than confident in myself, Elide. That doesn’t mean it isn’t stupid to put yourself in unnecessary danger.”

She just rolled her eyes and stormed away, well aware his long legs would catch up to her in a second. “I’m going.”

“Fucking hell. You mean we’re going,” he corrected with a gruff. 

She smirked. “At least you won’t have to buy any new clothes. They’re a pretty goth band.”

Elide didn’t need to look to know his scowl deepened, and the thought brought a bright smile to her face as she walked into her office building. 

“Morning, Elide,” the receptionist, Tom, called. She waved back.

Lorcan did not. 

He just followed her down the hallway to the suit labeled Perranth Wellness Center, through the lobby and staff kitchen, and into her office. When she tried to shut the door behind her, his hand shot out above her head and stopped it. “I’m coming in.”

“You most certainly are not.”

He showed her she was, in fact, incorrect in that statement by pushing her out of the way and strolling in. Her office was exactly what it was supposed to be: calm, relaxed, covered in plants, and home to a comfy black sofa, two chairs, and a desk. 

As a therapist, it was all pretty much standard. 

Lorcan dragged one of the chairs into a corner near her bookcase, then sat down. 

“You can’t stay in here! I have appointments today!”

He gave her a strange look. “I assumed as much. I’m fine here.”

Elide pinched the bridge of her nose to keep from strangling him. “I’m bound by doctor-patient confidentiality. You legally cannot be in here.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not leaving you in here with a bunch of crazy people.”

“They aren’t crazy! They just talk about their problems.”

The look on his face said that statement proved his point. “I can assure you I won’t care what they say.”

“I am not losing my license because you have some insane idea that my clients are violent!”

Suddenly he was on his feet, towering over her, looking at her as if she were a naive little girl. “Elide. Has it not occurred to you Vernon could send someone as a fake client to get to you?”

No. 

“I’m safe here,” she lied. She wasn’t safe anywhere.

“If you actually believed that, then why do you have a knife strapped under your desk?”

How the hell had he found that? He hadn’t even searched the place!

She bit her lip, trying to figure out how to diffuse this situation. “I’m getting the idea you’re not up for negotiation on this point.” He shook his head like the stubborn asshat he was. “Fine. You can stay as long as you tell people you’re shadowing to become a therapist yourself.”

His dark eyebrows shot up. “I don’t exactly fit the bill for a therapist.”

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.” The dark attire and permanent scowl were sure to raise some brows, but it was the only option. Elide rolled her eyes and tried to calm down. “Try smiling or something.”

He looked as if she’d suggested he run naked through the city in the dead of winter, but before he could argue, a knock on the door sounded. “Dr. Lochan? Your eight o’clock is here.”

She shoved Lorcan to the chair in the corner, and he plopped down with a sigh. 

“Send him in!”

This would be interesting. 

Twenty minutes later, Elide corrected her statement from interesting to big fat mistake. 

Her client, Wayne Jefferies, kept looking towards the corner Lorcan was situated in, eyes wide. As someone who had a strong fear of practically everything that moved, this situation was less than ideal. 

He tilted his ear toward something she couldn’t see, then whispered, “He’s here to kill me.”

Wayne was also a raging schizophrenic. 

“No one is here to kill you, Wayne. Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice.” Once he did, she turned around and shot a glare over her shoulder at the hulking brute. Stop it, she mouthed. 

His brow scrunched. Stop what? 

Scaring him! 

Before he could mouth something back, Wayne’s eyes shot open. “They’re saying I should kill him first.”

Oh, good gracious. 

“Feel free to try,” Lorcan said in a low voice. 

Wayne jumped to his feet, thrusting an accusatory finger towards the corner. “See! He’s after me!”

“If I was after you, you’d be dead,” her very helpful protector reasoned. 

Wayne paused, then opened his mouth to shout something else. Before he could, Elide said gently, “Sit down, Wayne. No one here is going to hurt you. I promise. Shut the voices out and imagine a wall being built around your mind, keeping you safe.”

Her client was silent, so she turned around and glared at Lorcan. He just rolled his eyes, then leaned back and closed them.

This was going to be a long day. 

~

After three other appointments, which had gone a little smoother actually, Elide was exhausted. Hearing about other people’s problems both helped rationalize hers and drained her. 

She walked to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, Lorcan following behind dutifully. 

“Dr. Lochan! Got a package for you,” Tom said, handing her a thin package. 

Before Lorcan could snatch it up, she grabbed a knife and cut it open, revealing what was inside. 

Yet another mistake. 

A handwritten note in beautiful, recognizable calligraphy, read: I’ll see you soon.

It was a promise, threat, and taunt all in one. How like Vernon.

Knowing he would never send just a little threat, she ignored the dread unfurling in her stomach and flipped the card over.

And stared down at a black and white picture of herself, asleep in bed. 

The covers were thrown back, exposing her bare legs, and her shirt had ridden up while she slept. She looked young and innocent. Vulnerable. 

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that it had been taken from directly in front of the bed. Inside her room. 

The angle of the camera made that obvious. It also revealed that the person who’d taken the picture had done so with painstaking care, getting just the right angle to make it look as if a lover had taken it. 

Bile rose in her throat as she stared at it, trying desperately to figure out how they’d gotten inside her apartment. 

And why hadn’t they just taken her then and there?

Lorcan snatched the note and picture out of her hands, jaw locking tightly. He studied the photo, the note, everything. “I’ll search the apartment when we get back. They can’t get to you with me there.”

His confidence was unwavering and let her relax a little. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

But somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn’t. This was just the beginning for Vernon. 

He’d always enjoyed the thrill of making her as terrified as possible before finally unleashing whatever sick desire he had planned out. The waiting was half the fun for him. 

And he’d just let her know he could get to her whenever, wherever. No matter who was around. 

It was a strong opening move, she had to admit. The obviously-desired fear was there, pushing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. 

But there was something else, something new. Something that had only developed in the year she’d been free. 

It was rage, sure. But it was a cold, calculated rage that only came with one thing. 

Revenge. 

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ooOOooh dramatic ending for the win. 

Part 2

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Rare pair hell below (plz work readmore) part 2

Henry Hidgens didn't have the best childhood. Being shipped off to live with his aunt and uncle after coming out to his parents and then disowned does not make for a happy nor healthy mind. He was sixteen when it happened. His only light in those trying times were his aunt and uncle. They supported him. No matter what he wished to do.

He wanted to learn an instrument? Sure. He wanted to take up songwriting? Absolutely. Shoot a gun? You bet. And Henry was quite ambitious to say the least. He dabbled in a little bit of everything while he lived with them. It had been the first time he'd been allowed to truly express himself.

And they accepted him. Sure they had to get used to a few things, they'd sometimes use the wrong name-but they were always quick to correct themselves. And that was all he could ask for. His parents never bothered to try. Last he heard they were telling people that their only daughter had died and they had no sons.

Henry wanted to do big things, make a name for himself doing what he loved. And he just happened to love many things-and if you asked him he excelled at them all. Of course.

It took some string pulling and a lot of extra credit and the like, but Henry had managed to get himself accepted into a nice college outside of Hatchetfield. He never could decide on what he wanted to do, so again he tried a bit of everything that tickled his fancy.

He was particularly gifted in biology. Anything to do with the human body. And had a special interest in things that had adverse effects on them as well. Diseases, plagues-you name it.

His presentations drew a lot of attention. Attention that brought him to the door of the P.E.I.P. Not literally to their door, of course. Especially when he moved back and resumed his studies in Hatchetfield. They were interested in him. His intellect. And thought he could help them. The fact that he called Hatchetfield his home was another point of interest. And the fact that his last remaining family had died in a freak accident months prior made him stand out. A smart man who knew how to handle a gun and who wouldn't be missed if he should disappear? He was practically made for their organization.

Henry declined their initial offer, having just landed a position on a team of scientists currently studying a disease he was very curious about-and just so happened to be immune to.

He had made a lot of friends at Hatchetfield Community College-a few of which became his lovers. They would all go to the football field at five o'clock to catch up every day. Always. Henry had been a little impatient and wasn't as thorough as he should have been during his decontamination procedure one day, eager to see his boys.

He infected every one of them. And had to watch them each die, one by one. Comforting them while searching for a cure. He still visits that campus in the anniversary of the start of their collective deaths, because having to go back days in a row would have been too much for him.

He ended up joining P.E.I.P shortly after that. He wasn't at the top of their ranks, sure. But he was known as a good marksman and the person you wanted to see if you needed some special equipment. But his speciality was theorizing. Because he had this uncanny ability of almost always being right.

It was discovered that he had foresight. Not the most powerful they've seen, but a good asset nonetheless. This is what made him a valuable member of P.E.I.P.

It should be noted that Henry, though preferring very much to work alone, had grown incredibly fond of a certain general. The two had even-and continue to-hooked up on several occasions. Henry had gotten a little attached and was hurt when he discovered McNamara was marrying his good friend Xander-but he supported them both fully. The three do still fool around together and Henry even became the surrogate for their son, in exchange for "a bottle of brandy for every stretchmark" and "never ask me for anything ever again".

His time at P.E.I.P was filled with adventure and excitement. He loved every minute of it.

And then the fatal day happened.

Henry was well aware that they had lost an agent to the Black and White. But that didn't stop his curiosity. He swore it was like it was calling to him. The portal. He'd dream about it. Sometimes he found himself passing by the lab it was kept in and stopping for no reason other than to gaze longingly at it.

He didn't have the clearance to venture into the Black and White, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't come up with a good enough reason for he himself to go.

And then one day he just so happened to find the masterkey card just... lying on his desk. Like it was waiting for him. And when he grabbed it it felt as though someone was standing right over him. Just this great, overwhelming presence. But a... welcomed one. Which wouldn't make sense to him until later.

He had to sneak in when everyone else had gone. But once he made it, once he stepped into the Black and White for the very first time-he fucking ate the primordial pavement and cracked his helmet.

And just as the panic was about to set in he heard it. A man's voice. One he's heard before but could only now make out.

It'd felt like he'd been wandering around that great expanse of nothingness for days-it had only been minutes-but seeing this stranger, and knowing he must have so much to tell him, made it all worth it.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get the hints, Dove." The man spoke, wearing far too much denim for Henry's tastes-but somehow he made it work. "Bet you got a lotta questions."

"You have no idea-" where did he go-oh!

Henry's helmet was gone now. And he could feel the man's warm breath against his ear. And feel him right behind him. Practically touching. "Oh but I do." When he turned around the man was gone. Henry only had to look back to find him in his original position. "And I can answer them all."

".... There's a catch, isn't there." It wasn't a question. Henry knew he needed to leave through the portal soon, unless he wanted to stay there trapped forever. "What do you want?"

"Smart, Dove. See, that's why I like you. Straight to the point. You know exactly what you want." Oh please, it took him years to settle on a major- "It just wasn't plain to see. Power."

"Power?"

"Power. Fame. Recognition. And everything in between. I can give you it all. All you have to do is shake my hand."

"I shake your hand and I become a pawn for one of your lords, is that right?" Henry eyes him skeptically, but the offer was tempting. After all-

"You know apotheosis is already upon us. Might as well rig the show while there still is one."

Henry stares at the stretched out hand, his own twitching at his side. It was true. He's seen it. Several Its, actually. So many outcomes. So many branching realities. Lost when he woke up. But coming back to the surface the longer he stayed here.

"I..." He reached for his hand, eyes finding bright, apple green. He saw a promise. A promise for power. For the ability to set the pieces wherever he wished and watch them fall. For everything he could ever wish for and... more? More.

Henry wanted so much more than what he'd been given. What he worked for.

And just as he was about to lay his palm down he was yanked back. Something had pulled on his lifeline, sending him stumbling back.

"Henry!" The general shouted behind him, and just as he looked back, to give the stranger one more look, he was gone. "Henry what were you thinking?!"

"No..." Henry had to be dragged back through the portal, kicking and screaming. "No-let me go! Let me-" and then the crying began. He couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. When he finally stopped resisting McNamara let him sink to the floor, in front of the deactivated portal. And the promises it held.

"You should have let me go." His voice cracked, slumping foward. Black strands of hair fell in his face, obscuring his vision. Not that the tears weren't already doing that. "You should have-" he hiccupped.

A hush fell over the room. An odd tingling sensation ran over him. Similar to walking out into the heat after spending hours in a cold theater. His hair, strand by strand. From root to tip. Began to turn a silvery white.

Needless to say P.E.I.P didn't let him go for a long while after that. They interrogated him. Poked and prodded. Took samples of his hair. Something told Henry he needed them to think he was just slightly unhinged. Just a bit. Just enough to get them to believe he wasn't a threat.

And when they did let him go, they called it 'retirement' and gave him a new identity. And a job as a professor. Just to be safe. So no one would ask questions. He wasn't particularly happy about it. And stormed out of the facility in a huff. During a big storm.

McNamara was right on his heels. "This is just a precaution, Henry-"

"A precaution?! Putting foam on sharp corners in a precaution-this is just-u g h!" Henry threw his hands up, already soaked to the bone. White hair sticking to his face. Damn he needed a haircut. "This is wrong and you know it!"

"You entered the portal without permission-do you know what could have happened if I didn't come back?!" He had to shout just to be heard over the sound of pouring rain.

"This place was like home to me, you know that-and I make one mistake and that's it?! Poof! How fair is that?!"

"I'm trying to convince them to let you back on, I just need you to lay low-"

"Lay low?!" He laughed bitterly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. You couldn't even tell the difference between the rain and his tears. "I'm Henry 'Hidgens' now! What the fuck kind of name is that? And sixty-three?! R e a l l y?! I don't even look that old! Who's going to believe that?!"

He spread his arms out in a wide arc, "You're all going to regret not having me here, just you wait and see. You're going to come crawling to ol' Henry Hidgens, Biology professor at Hatchetfield Community College for help one day and you know what he's going to say? Fuck y-"

Thunder shook the area, lightning lighting up the sky in a crooked arc. And then, in the blink of an eye, Henry was struck.

That's what he got for ranting in the middle of a storm.

Anyways, when he was given the okay to return home he spent months crafting his new life. Hey, if he was going to be given a new identity he might as well have fun with itm and he still had to heal from that lightning strike.

He bore a scar that branched like veins all down across his body. Staring from the left side of his neck, and down to his right ankle. He liked to play up the 'unhinged and questionable professor' bit a lot. And loved to pepper in the very real fact that he'd been struck by lightning.

Hell of a thing to brag about.

It had been nearly half a year now since then. He's settled into his new life nicely. Becoming Hatchetfield's known hermit of a whacky professor.

Lately he'd been having a feeling he was being watched. And sometimes, sometimes, he'd see him. The man he now knew as Wilbur Cross. The agent P.E.I.P had lost. They never told him what actually happened though.

He had just come in from his garden one day when he felt it. That familiar presence.

Henry set his basket of apples down. His aunt and uncle had owned this house before, and planted a nice garden-which had been neglected after their passing, but Henry was tending it now. They had a few apple trees as well. Henry planned on making a pie.

That presence was still there. Bearing over him. He didn't know if he was just being paranoid or hopeful or what. Regardless-he went behind his bar, took up his shotgun, and returned shortly after.

And when he did he froze. Because there he was, sitting on the counter. Eating one of the apples. At first the shock was enough to make his jump and aim right at him-not that it bothered this man to have a gun trained on him.

"Wilbur..." Henry didn't know what he felt exactly when he saw him, but suffice to say he was overwhelmed. He lowered his shotgun.

"Hey there, Dove. Ya miss me-"

"I accept."

"Whoa now-at least let me do the pitch!"

"You already did that, remember? And I accept, on one condition."

Wilbur's brow cocked, "Who said you could make conditions?"

"I did. It's an easy thing, really." He came closer, just as Wilbur hopped down from the counter. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, sliding it over to himself. "Every promise you make to me, you have to keep. And, we seal the deal with a drink."

"You trying to butter me up with booze and apples?"

"The apples are a coincidence."

"A n d you're making demands of me? On top of pulling a g u n on me?.... You know, I think this might be the start of a great partnership. Pass me a shot glass-" he saw Henry pop the lid off the bottle and take a drink with hardly a grimace. His heart would have skipped. If it still beat. "... damn, Dove."

"So, we got a deal or what?"

"First of all, my line." Wilbur grabs the bottle from him, fingers lingering a few seconds too long. "Second, you bet your sweet ass."

They drank together. And thus started their partnership.

#cridgens #tgwdlm #blackfriday #black friday musical #proffesor hidgens #henry hidgens #wilbur cross

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To whoever asked for my au I love you but I tried to answer the ask three times and it didn't work :(.

BUT ANYWAY here it is!!

Dog city au!

Vriska's newly released from prison on charges of attempted murder via almost running aradia with her ex's car while drunk. aradia got out of it unscathed except for a fractured arm, she didn't want to press charges but her mother definitely did. upon vriska's release terezi is now her angry patrol officer. Which is a funny coincidence because they used to be friends in highschool before vriska dropped out. Shes still holding a grudge though since those days were less than pleasant. one wrong move and vriska goes straight back to jail

eridan is a successful news anchor despite not even applying for college. mostly because his father is the head of the news channel. karkat's been trying really hard to get a scholar ship because there's no way he'd afford it otherwise and he couldn't get it for having an average gpa. he'd stuck around his uncle's business establishment for a while but the pay wasn't enough to aid his plans of moving out from his parent's house. that is until eridan managed to get karkat a job as a camera man.

Karkat eventually got promoted to outdoor anchor after the last one broke his leg though awful fucktastic weather. The same awful weather he's going to have to deal with on a daily basis.

sollux couldn't go to college because he was in a psychward for his mental health, his brother's hospitalizion hit him pretty hard.

After he was let go he was advised to get a day job since he's got nothing going on and fuck being alone and having nothing to do. and he got a job as a children's party birthday clown, humiliating yes, but whatever. gamzee's an artist who works at an antique store and works part-time as a kid's facepainter because he loves it and thinks it's fun seeing kids happy and giddy. gam and Sollux both met at an elementary school's Easter party where they were hired and they hung out in the parking lot after it was over, with sollux complaining and Gamzee nodding with cake.

Aradia works with kurloz at funeral home! He's a mortician and she's the funeral director's assistant. They are besties. It's how she met feferi there accidentally when she was grieving to aradia about her aunt's passing under the false assumption that they were good friends when she was alive not knowing that aradia is just the funeral attendant. They got to know each other better over the course of the funeral arrangements and stayed pretty close friends.

Equius had to leave town to take care of his father because of an injury and he missed out on his SATs. They tried to reschedule the date so he can take the finals but shit just kept getting in the way. So he gave up and became a mechanic. Every other mechanic in the area would rip you off like hell so he got really good business because he of his reputation as blunt and honest despite his awkwardness.

Nepeta was vriska's friend back in jail on charges of vandalism and aggravated assault. She worked with equius after her release and she still sometimes bullies vriska in a not-so-friendly way.

Tavros is an elementary school teacher's assistant and gets bullied by tiny children with dave all the time.

Kanaya works at the antique store with gamzee. And she's always a bit pissy because of the blonde goth chic that keeps trying to bargain for miss Rosa's occult books despite her saying multiple times that they aren't for sale. Rose steals the books anyway and kanaya has to hunt her down like a wild animal through the city to get them back.

Jade works in an animal shelter that just so happens to be a front for the local mob. She doesn't care and wouldn't bat an eye as long as the dogs aren't hurt.

John is the most well-adjusted out of everyone and he actually goes to college and works a weekend job like a normal person. It's insane.

As for your other question!

Tavros and Gamzee used to be roommates. It was a small apartment before tavros moved out he decided to put all his yugioh merch in the bathroom because there wasn't anywhere else he could put it.and now that tav is in another apartment he just never came back for the yugioh stuff. Gamzee just has a yugioh bathroom forever now.

Whenever Sollux goes in he just bluescreens for 15 seconds from the sheer absurdity of the yugioh bathroom, he just blanks. It's why GZ thinks it's a good idea to let him go there whenever he's having a bitch fit.

The absolute violent waves of emotion the yugioh bathroom evokes in Sollux is like a factory resest.

It also has incense which is really nice.

#mod spade #not a quote #homestuck au