#glad to have the bickering old married couple back

[sundaynightlive]

Soft (Steddie + Platonic Stobin)

Hey Steve?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I say something? And can you promise not to get mad at me?”

Steve looks over at her curiously. He can hardly imagine what she could say that would really upset him, or why she’d feel the need to preface anything she had on her mind with a question like that. Usually, she’s all gung-ho about pissing him off—it’s just how they are, constantly bickering like an old married couple. Steve really doesn’t blame anyone for thinking they’re together—they sure act like it, in a roundabout sort of way.

“Sure.”

“Say you promise.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Seriously, Rob, I’m not gonna—”

“Say you promise.”

That actually slightly unnerves him. He keeps his eyebrows raised, but relents.

“Alright, I promise.” She shifts in her seat, glances up at Eddie and the kids on stage, all chattering about something he doesn’t understand—attack rolls? Natural 20s? Owlbears?

“He makes you soft,” she says. Steve follows her gaze.

Oh. She noticed.

Steve tends to be oblivious, but he had noticed this, mostly because it was so… new. Irregular. Confusing. Around Eddie he just… softens. That’s about the best way to describe it—he’s glad Robin said so, because now he can put a name to the feeling. His brain seems to stop its mile-a-minute, mamma-bear rampage and just… quiet. He can’t put a finger on why—well he can, but it’s… a lot. He’s spent many a night staring up at the ceiling, trying to discern whether he really is romantically attracted to Eddie, or if he’s projecting. Maybe he’s been alone so long he just can’t tell anymore. Maybe his and Nancy’s little dance around each other is just confusing to the point of insanity.

But Robin noticed. And they should talk.

“Can we move back a few rows?”

“Sure.”

They stand and none of the kids nor Eddie take notice. Their voices are getting progressively louder, and Ed is perched in his chair like he could spring up on to the table at any moment, hands motioning excitedly in all sorts of ways. He talks with his hands, just like Nance and Robin.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” Steve says as they take seats in the mid-section, a little farther towards the back of the auditorium. He settles in, both to the seat and his own uncomfortability, not sure how to start the things he needs to say. He has questions, answers, concerns—but where to begin?

The beginning, probably.

“Do you remember that night the three of us were hanging and then Vickie came and picked you up and I told you I left right after?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t.”

He looks over to make eye-contact with her, and finds just Rob, gazing at him. A little curiosity, a little surprise at his blatant lie—but he hadn’t known how to talk to her about it. Or how to explain himself. He had thought it easier just to hide that he and Eddie could ever get along without her, because she felt like an essential intermediary. A reason that it isn’t what it actually is.

He can’t really explain himself. He doesn’t really get why he lied, either.

“Liar,” Rob accuses, but there’s no bite.

“I stayed,” Steve confirms, breaking their shared gaze to look back out toward Ed. He’s got this feeling in his guts like he’s about to get into trouble, like he’s broken one of his mom’s nice antiques and is about to lose his swimming pool privileges—

“We talked for the entire night. Until six in the morning. And then I went home, and I wanted to call him. And I… I’ve been having these thoughts like maybe I like him? And I don’t get it because—” Robin takes his hand “—I like girls, you know? I know I do, you know I do—”

“Can I interrupt? Just a two second thought.” Steve nods, “Some people like boys and girls, it’s called being bisexual. I just want you to have that in mind for the rest of this conversation.” Steve blinks at her. Nods slowly.

Maybe he should’ve gone to her sooner.

Not maybe. Definitely.

“Okay… right. So… I’m fucking stupid,” Steve breathes. Robin shakes her head vigorously, adding a second hand to the mix.

“No no no,” she insists quickly, “But I want you to—“

“No, I like him,” Steve realizes, a million—maybe a billion—thoughts and feelings invading him all at once. Fear, uncertainty, excitement, relief, anxiety—he can’t even latch on to one of those. He doesn't know how to feel or think or anything except for this stark, pervasive understanding— “Holy shit, Robin.”

“Steve, you’re getting ahead of yourself—”

“No, I’m not,” Steve shakes his head, kind of probably in shock, “No, I… I’ve been trying to figure this out for weeks. I should’ve just… Oh my god.”

He puts his free hand over his face, absolutely mortified. Not about liking Eddie, of course, but because he had stupidly never considered that liking girls didn’t automatically make him unable to like guys.

Jesus, he's an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” Robin says, and for what, Steve has no idea. She’s just fixed his whole problem—or at least, half the problem. Now he has a crush he has to deal with, and of course Nancy, but at least— “It’s not a bad thing, though. I know it’s a lot to deal with and if you need anything I’m here. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Rob, I’m fine,” Steve assures her, “Other than having a fucking pathetic crush on Eddie.”

Silence.

“So… you’re good with liking guys?” Steve looks up at her, sighing again for what feels like the hundredth time in this conversation.

“Yeah, that’s fine. It’s just I totally could’ve been doing something about it if I had just asked you sooner.”

Robin stares at him.

He stares back.

What, is he supposed to have some sort of breakdown? He’s had all sorts of thoughts about Billy and Tommy and Harrison Ford—of course he likes guys. Of course that’s not a “straight person” thing, he’s not stupid. But if he’d just applied a tiny bit of critical thinking—

“Are you serious right now?”

“Of course I’m serious,” Steve scoffs, “I could’ve already had, like, eight boyfriends if I had just thought about it. But I’m a fucking meathead.”

The unintentional hilarity of that statement doesn’t miss either of them, but now’s probably not the time.

She stares.

He stares back.

“You astound me, Harrington.”

“Do you think Eddie likes guys?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m—seriously, do you think he likes dudes?”

“I hate that you just said dudes.”

“Robin.”

“How many times has he suggested we watch Rocky Horror?”

“Enough for us to shorten the name.”

“There’s your answer,” she says, still sounding flabbergasted at his nonchalance, “Man, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I cried for forty-eight hours after I realized I liked girls.”

“Do you want me to cry?”

Robin grimaces, “You’re right, I don’t.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She shakes her head, clearly done with him. It’s uniquely comforting how quickly she can go from a supportive shoulder to a hateful best-friend. He admires that about her, the many facets of her personality that make her, her. He truly doesn’t know what he’d do without her. He wishes they had talked in high school, that he could’ve been someone else in those days, especially seeing where being the “coolest guy in town” has really gotten him.

Nowhere, that’s where.

“I love you,” he says. She’s still holding his hand, and she stays holding it.

“I love you, too.”

#steddie #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #hellfire club #blorbos #soft #we all deserve someone who makes us soft #don’t we? #gay #lgbtq #fanfic #fanfiction #blurb

[lizthewriter]

gorgeous / roronoa zoro

PAIRING  fem!reader x roronoa zoro

SUMMARY  you have been absolutely smitten for one gloriously skilled swordsman for a long time now and zoro has been pining over you for as long as you have known each other. however, due to some extenuating circumstances and some accidental happenstances, the two of you think the other loves someone else. your crew takes matters into their own hands, forcing the both of you to admit your feelings for one another.

TAGS  fem!reader x roronoa zoro, reader has she/her pronouns, sanji, nami, usopp, luffy, idiots in love, locked closet (well, kitchen in this case), admitting feelings, making out, when you realize the both of you are stupid

QUOTE  "if you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, / but if you're single, that's honestly worse, / cause you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts (honey it hurts)," - gorgeous by taylor swift

WORD COUNT  1.7K

WRITTEN  10.24.2023

You weren't sure what exactly was going on with you and Zoro - you felt as though there was some romantic subtext between you, but it was just impossible to really tell because everytime you came close to kissing or holding hands or admiting your feelings, he left before you could even say "bye." And then there was the case of Nami. Everytime you happened upon him, he was always with her. And that wasn't to say you didn't like Nami. No, far from it, but it was just the unfortunate circumstance of Zoro feeling some type of way about her. It wasn't deniable - they were laughing and sparring and joking around together all the time. They even bickered like an old married couple too.

You sought comfort in the form of a friend - Sanji. The blonde-haired cook was always kind and warm, welcoming you into the kitchen with a smile and a bowl of soup. He allowed you to bring your tomes along with you (you were the crew's scholar) and even went as far to let you rant about your feelings towards Zoro. He would sit there, chopping up carrots and onions and garlic, while you whined and complained and cried.

Today was no different. You stormed into the kitchen, a large leather-bound book tucked under your arm, slamming the door behind you. Sanji didn't even jump, his back towards you as he stirred a large pot of soup.

"What happened this time?" He asked, his voice calm and unwavering.

"He - he - they're sparring and he landed on top of her and they just sat there!" You exclaimed, slamming your book down next to a bowl of soup. You grabbed the bowl and pulled it towards you as you sat down, shoveling a spoonful into your mouth. "Your soup tastes wonderful today," you told him begrudgingly, tone still enraged.

"I'm glad you think so - I added a bit lemon this time," Sanji responded. He turned around, flipping a towel over his shoulder and swinging his hair out of his face. He gripped the edges of the table as he looked down at you with a grin, tilting his head. "I wouldn't worry about the two of them if I were you - they're nothing more than friends."

You held up your fingers, your thumb and forefinger almost touching each other. "Their faces were this far apart. Do you see this? They were practically making out!" You spooned some more soup into your mouth, grumbling a string of noncoherent words.

Sanji sighed, turning back towards his soup with a shake of his head.

-

"It's almost sad to watch them," Nami said with a small smile, watching you and Zoro talking together while overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean. Both of you were blushing, your hands inches away from each other and pining to be closer. When one of you turned your heads to look at the other, and your eyes met, you immediately looked away with reddened cheeks.

"It is sad to watch them," Usopp responded, cringing as he watched the both of you. He turned to Sanji and Nami. "Are you serious? Zoro thinks she likes Sanji when she's really confiding in Sanji about him, and she thinks that Zoro likes you when he's really confiding in you about her?"

"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds a lot more complicated than it actually is," Sanji responded, letting out a puff of smoke. He put out his cigarette on a crystal ash tray and sighed. "Look, we just have to figure out a way to get them to confess to each other. A way where they can't run away from their feelings."

The three of them went silent, lost in thought. They were startled as something dropped onto the floor in front of them - Luffy had been hanging from the rafters, listening all along. He pushed himself up from the ground, brushing off his Hawaiian shirt and straightening his straw hat. "Why don't you just shove them in a closet together or something?"

Nami raised her eyebrows, glancing towards Sanji and Usopp who were both already looking between each other, grinning.

-

"You're the smartest one here, you're got to help him!" Sanji exclaimed, dragging you by your arm. You were trying to keep up with his pace, but your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute as aderanline pumped through your veins. Yes you were rhe smartest one here, bur you knew nothing about wounds or blood or bandages! You were all books, no blood. Whyever would the crew think you had an idea on how to heal a knife wound?

"Sanji, I'm a scholar, not a doctor!" You exclaimed with a gasp as you turned down another corridor. "I don't know how to care for wounds properly, much less how to dress one! Besides, weren't you the one that helped him when Mihawk -"

"That was all adrenaline," Sanji responded. "We've got you now, I know you can do it!"

Suddenly, you were shoved into the kitchen and the door slammed shut behind you. You turned around, slamming your hand on the door. "Sanji!" You shouted angrily, fidt pounding on the wood. "Sanji, you asshat, what the hell? Is this some kind of stupid prank, cause it's not. Funny!"

You heard the other door to the kitchen open and watched as someone shoved Zoro into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Zoro glanced at you, then glanced towards the door with a panicked expression. He let out a sigh of irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We'll let you two out in an hour," Sanji shouted from outside. "Once you sort out this - mess you lot have gotten yourselves into." You would've shouted at the bastard some more were it not for the sound of resounding footsteps, leaving the two of you completely alone.

"So . . ." You started, unsure how to approach the situation. You couldn't believe Sanji, that bastard, had locked you in a room with the crew member he knew you were in love with. "You're not wounded?"

"I was told you were hurt," Zoro said gruffly. "But I guess that's not true." His demeanor was awkward, more awkward than had ever been near you. You found it slightly unnerving and doubts began to creep in your mind. Had you done something wrong? Perhaps Nami had convinced Zoro to tell you his true thoughts about you, or even worse, that they were together and you couldn't be friends anymore. Your negative fantasies began to spiral and it was soon evident to Zoro that you were lost.

"You all right? You do look a little sick."

"What?" You asked, returning to reality. You suddenly shook your head with a shy smile, waving your hands in disregard. "No, no, I'm fine, I'm just thinking about - uh - something else."

"Right." Zoro's thumbs settled under his belt as he rocked back on his feet. As he did so, his swords clanked together, providing a lonely noise in the awkward silence.

"So you and Nami -"

"I've noticed you and Sanji -"

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before both responding at once again.

"What about her?"

"Sanji and me? Are you crazy?"

Both of you shared expressions of slight shock. You were the first to respond.

"I just - I've noticed the two of you happen to have spent a lot of time together recently. I thought maybe - you two were . . ." You let your voice trailed off, hoping that Zoro would understand what you were insinuating, but he looked much more like a lost puppy. "You know." It seemed he didn't. You let out an exasperated sigh and sunken over to one of the clean counters, hopping on top of it and gripping the edge of it. "Dating. Together. Or, something along those lines."

"Are you serious?" Zoro asked, bowing his head with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled, glancing away from you and running a hand down his chin. "No, no, Nami is just a friend, nothing more. You and Sanji, however, I thought were much more than that. Everytime I come into the kitchen, you two immediately stop talking with each other. I thought the two of you were fucking or something but Nami's been persistent in the assumption that, well . . ." He slowly made his way towards you until her was standing inbetween your legs, tilting his head upwards to meet your eyes with a strong gaze. "You like me."

You gulped and turned your head away with a nervous laugh. "What? That's - now that's ridiculous. You and me? Me, liking you?" You sputtered out another laugh but failed to hide your rosy cheeks. Zoro continued to stare into your eyes with that indifferent expression of his. You shifted uncomfortably. "Okay, fine, I do . . . like you, Zoro. A lot. I just . . . I didn't think it worthy of mentioning because you seemed like you and Nami were -"

"Well we're not." He placed his hands next to yours, gripping the edge of the counter and leaning in close. "So what are you going to do about it, hm?" His eyes flitted down to your lips and he ran his tounge against his own before returning his gaze to your eyes.

Now, he could be testing you. But see, at this point, you had spent so much time hiding your feelings for him, holding back. It had felt so relieving to finally tell him after all this time that you couldn't just go back to that phase of pretending as though you felt nothing towards the man.

It was rushed - one of your hand tangled in his hair as you ferociously smashed your lips against his. The other you placed onto his hand. He seemed shocked at your sudden confidence but swiftly and hungrily kissed you back, one hand coming up to grip your face. He groaned into your mouth but you quickly swallowed up the noise and wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him closer.

"Been waiting so long . . . I need you," you muttered into his lips before kissing him once more. You toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, curling it around his fingers.

"Is that so?" Zoro asked in response, pulling away. His breath was hot and heavy on your ear. He planted a sloppy kiss on your neck, causing you to let out an almost imperceptible whimper. "So needy, huh? Don't worry baby, I don't think they'll be opening those doors for a while."

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[inoreuct]

I've been loving your ZoSan drabbles, they honestly make my day. I do have a potential drabble request if you'd like: I feel like these two idiots tease each other mercilessly for the dumbest things, like an old married couple. It's almost a game for the rest of the crew to how long it takes them to turn the teasing into either flirting or kissing. It's peak entertainment for the crew

thank you so much??$4!;7:)3 I’M SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT and yes. absolutely. I FLEW TO MY DOCS TO WRITE THIS AND IT WAS SO FUN. the tension is through the roof; not even with the bickering but the teasing. it’s playful and easy and they’re more fond than they should be and is an insult really an insult if it’s said with a smile? anyway. enjoy 😽

“Oho! The world’s greatest swordsman can’t handle a kitchen knife!” Sanji has his hands propped on his hips, faux-flabbergasted and crowing like a town crier. Zoro looks about three seconds away from chopping him up with said kitchen knife instead of the carrots on the countertop. Usopp fears for the cook’s safety.

“Do you think we should… do something?” he turns and whispers gingerly, leaning across his mug of tea so that Nami can hear him from where she’s seated across the table. 

“Something like preventing a possible murder, or getting them to finally kiss? Because…” She takes a pointed slurp from her own mug, her amused gaze fixed on the way Zoro is now animatedly arguing back. “We could do both. Or neither. I’m entertained either way.”

Usopp turns back around, hiding his face in his drink as he eavesdrops shamelessly. He must have missed some conversation, because now Zoro’s sniping about Sanji’s hair, of all things. How they got so far from the original topic in such a short time? Usopp does not know. 

“Well, at least I don’t spend an hour rubbing conditioner on my head,” Zoro scoffs, and Sanji gasps like the swordsman had just cussed out his entire family three generations up and down.

“And that, my dear marimo, is why it looks like a lawn,” he declares with a prim sniff, flicking the tap on with a flourish. “An untrimmed lawn. That a dog ran all over.”

“Wh—”

“No, no,” he laments, scrubbing at a dish in the most melodramatic way Usopp has seen in his life. “A pack of dogs. And they shat all over it, too.”

Zoro puffs up like an angry cat, clearly winding up to verbally throw down, and Usopp turns around to find Nami smirking at him with her eyebrows raised as if to say, see what I mean?

“This is incredible,” he whisper-shouts, amazed.

I know, she mouths delightedly, eyes shining like golden coins.

“What are we talking about,” Luffy hisses, and Usopp damn near jumps out of his skin.

“Great Mother Ocean, when did you get here?!” he nearly squawks, pulling his volume down at the last second, just in time to hear a victorious “and that is why no crab in its right mind would ever want to eat you!” from Zoro. He doesn’t even bother to question it anymore.

Luffy shrugs, biting into an apple with a satisfying crunch. “Like two seconds ago. Are Zoro and Sanji fighting again?”

“More like flirting,” Nami laughs, gesturing with her chin. 

Usopp gives up on straining his neck and gets up to straddle the chair properly. The convo has somehow turned back to hair; Sanji has one hand plucking delicately at green strands, the other covered in soap.

“Keep talking shit about my brows and see if I will,” he says haughtily, and Usopp strains his ears for context as Zoro bares his teeth in a grin, his eye twitching.

“As if I want you to cut it. You’d probably make it all uneven.”

A dry ha! “That’d be an improvement.”

The sniper whips around wildly to look at Nami. Either he’s hearing things, or they sound almost… fond. The way their navigator’s sitting forward in her chair hints at the latter. Luffy bites into his apple again, mumbling, “Why haven’t they kissed yet?” 

Usopp explodes into a flurry of desperate hand movements, mouthing exactly! Exactly! so enthusiastically that his cheeks hurt. 

His captain smiles and then pauses, tilting his head. “Have they kissed yet?”

Usopp’s worldview shatters into shards that then start rearranging themselves because that is a very real possibility. Sanji and Zoro have been bickering ever since before the cook came aboard the Merry, but somewhere along the line it had turned to something more lighthearted, less I’m-gonna-gut-you-like-a-fish-and-have-your-entrails-for-breakfast and more you’re-so-damn-annoying-sit-down-and-let-me-help-you.

The three of them turn in unison to stare at how Sanji and Zoro are now nose to nose, Sanji peering down the scant half-inch he has above the swordsman in height with a smug smile and murmuring “—not what you were saying last week, marimo.”

Zoro tips his head, not backing down even as Sanji cooes at him and somehow, somehow, it doesn’t sound condescending. Usopp is losing his mind. “Never said that, curly-brow. You were the one who filled in the blanks.”

“You left blanks for me to fill in.”

“You’re delusional. There’s gas in your brain, that’s why your head’s so big.” 

“Oh, yeah?” the cook grins, lazy and bright, eyebrows going up as Zoro steps into his space. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Zoro smirks and tilts his head back. “I don’t know. You tell me,” he murmurs, before pulling away and dropping a whole stack of dirty crockery into the sink. “Better get to washing, dish boy.”

Usopp’s eyes are bugging out of his head as Sanji yells and sprays Zoro with water from the pullout tap, sparking a whole new round of squabbling and ankle-kicking and wayward elbows.

“You’re seeing this, right?” he asks desperately, turning around in his seat and gripping the edge of the table. Gosh, he’s feeling light-headed. “I’m not going crazy?”

“Nope,” Nami sighs, popping the ‘p’. “Wanna bet?”

“On?” Luffy shuffles closer, grinning around his apple and she shrugs a shoulder, feigning disinterest. 

“How long it takes dumb and dumber to get their shit together.” 

Usopp really doesn’t know how much he’d be willing to put into this. The way that they fight’s more pigtail-pulling than anything, and that in and of itself is telling— Not to mention, again, how this has been going on for months. Sanji would give Zoro shit for being messy but then go to clean anyway, only to find Zoro’s things already packed. Zoro would snip at the cook for being rigid about dessert before dinner and then find a slice of sour raspberry tart on his bunk, way after teatime was over. Usopp had honestly thought they’d been doing it out of spite, but now…

Then again, with how repressed the both of them were? “…A hundred berry, one month,” he decides, and Nami wrinkles her nose.

“Stingy,” she complains, but she’s hiding a smile as she turns to their captain. “Luffy?”

The boy hums thoughtfully, twisting around. “Are you two kissing?” he yells, and Usopp’s heart fucking drops to the floorboards as the pair stares at them wide-eyed and bursts into protests.

“What— this idiot?”

“The hell? No! Why would you—”

“—on any planet would I ever—”

“Absolutely fucking not. His refined palate—”

“—His brains are in his biceps—”

“Okay,” Luffy says, shrugging as he finishes the last of his apple, core and all, and flings a singular seed into the tiny bin by the sink with startling precision. “Five hundred, two weeks.” 

Usopp can’t help it. He bursts into laughter, smacking his forehead into the tabletop as he clutches at his stomach and the twinge in his ribs. He can hear Sanji’s panicked shouts of “what? What were you betting on? Usopp, tell me now—” and Zoro growling, “Luffy, I swear if this is what I think it is—” and oh. 

The sniper grins into the table. Oho. Did that not imply that Zoro knew something was going on? He could be wrong, but— “Seven-fifty, one week.”

“A thousand!” Luffy counters immediately, and Usopp cackles helplessly because he knows that his captain’s just shouting out numbers now, Luffy doesn’t even have the money. 

“How about we spill the beans on what the hell we’re betting on, and I make us all a special dinner, hm?” Sanji pleads, and it’s honestly funny how hard he’s trying to find out. 

“Absolutely not,” Nami replies, her grin saccharine sweet. “A joint bet of one thousand, seven hundred and fifty berry for one week. Y’know,” she studies her cuticles, pursing her lips in an unbothered moue, “This is the one time that I’d be happy not to collect. Don’t let me down, hm?” She gets up and slides out the galley door, and they hear her laughing all the way down the hall. 

Zoro looks like he’s about to have a conniption. Sanji has his hands buried in his hair, looking up at the ceiling and turning around like he’s begging for a divine answer. Usopp and Luffy share a gleeful look.

This is going to be a marvellously interesting week.

fin.

#zosan #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #black leg sanji #THESE FUCKING IDIOTS #this was hilarious to write #i love them so much #they’re so stupid #ALSO NAMI AND USOPP WOULD BE BESTIES PLEASE #THEY GOSSIP AND TALK SHIT!! #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #one piece #ask box #ino’s ask box

[mj-iza-writer]

Because I got a rude comment from a homophobe. ALSO, because I love writing Whumper and Whumpee relationships where they just bicker back and forth like an old married couple. But Whumper be dammed if anyone messes with Whumpee on their watch, thats their job no one elses..... 😝

Whumper gave up on torturing Whumpee a long time ago. Whumper just doesn't want to get rid of them though. They both just bicker back and forth now. It's a game for both of them now.

Have I written a story like this already... yes. Will I write more like this.... also yes.

Whumpee snuck another package into the cart while Whumper looked over some fruit.

"Put it back, we aren't getting those", Whumper didn't even look.

"Put what back?", Whumpee shrugged as they pretended to look at apples.

"Whatever few items you slid in when you thought I wasn't paying attention", Whumper turned.

"Come on, I'm hungry.... and I want snacks", Whumpee pleaded, "please."

"No", Whumper rolled their eyes.

"I'll do it", Whumpee grinned slightly.

"No, you won't. Please behave", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee only grinned wider, "please master."

"Whumpee, stop it", Whumper shushed, "you know you don't call me that in public."

"I'll get on the ground and crawl to your feet like you used to make me", Whumpee whispered, "I'll beg like I did when you were doing you know what to me."

"You do it, you will never come shopping again", Whumper threatened.

Whumpee looked at the floor, then at Whumper.

Whumper looked around, "fine you can choose two snacks, but that's it."

Whumpee celebrated by throwing their arms up, "yah!"

"You little crook, black mailing me", Whumper looked in the cart, "how did you get that much in their."

"I know how to sneak things past you", Whumpee winked, "I used to do it all of the time. It was a survival skill I learned."

"Like when?", Whumper pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Let's leave the past where it belongs", Whumpee grinned.

"Only when it's about you right? You proudly wave what I did like it's one of your pride flags", Whumper pushed the cart out of the way to grab something.

"Exactly", Whumpee grinned as they looked over the snacks they had hid in the cart, "though if you want to know one example, I'm the one who kept changing the station on your radio. Every night when you showered, I would sneak and change it."

"I bought a new radio because of you", Whumper bumped the cart into Whumpee, "let me guess you stole all of the batteries from the remotes to."

Whumpee laughed, "kind of, I helped your friend do it as a joke. They paid me twenty dollars to help them."

"What did you do with twenty dollars?", Whumper turned down another aisle, "you never left the house, I know that's for certain."

"I asked your friend to use it to buy me snacks for my stash", Whumpee smiled, "I held onto it for a while, then you started to starve me, so I gave it to them to get me food."

Whumper shook their head, "not going to lie, I'm kind of impressed."

"Thanks", Whumpee smiled, "I never thought I'd admit any of that, but here we are."

"Well you did what you did to survive", Whumper frowned, "I'm sorry you had to though."

"It's okay. Like I said, the past is past", Whumpee smiled, "I'm glad we can joke about it now."

"Same", Whumper winked.

On their way through the store, Whumpee noticed a pride display.

"Go ahead and look", Whumper grinned and watched Whumpee walk to it before following them.

"I wonder what this flag means", Whumpee held one up, "I've not seen it yet. It looks cool."

Whumper pulled out their phone, "it's for the...."

A group of people came by and glared at Whumpee.

"You know that's a sinner's flag right?", one of them pointed, "repent to the Lord you sinner."

Some others laughed at Whumpee.

Whumper sighed, "let those without sin throw the first stone."

Whumper glared at the group.

"You have no idea what you are talking about and hide behind a book when it's a mockery of who God truly was", Whumper scolded, "do you think God would be agreeing with you, or would They be hugging my friend here who you all just hurt. Now get out of my face before I give you a really big problem."

"You can't talk to us like that", an older person yelled.

"But you can talk to us like how you just did", Whumper grinned, "you are doing God a big disservice."

Whumper watched the group quickly walk away after that.

Whumpee made a sniffling sound.

Whumper looked at them and saw they had turned away to hide their tears.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I'm sorry that happened", Whumper reached for them, and pulled them close to hug them, "you know they're wrong and closed minded."

Whumpee nodded, "it still hurts."

An employee came up, "I'm sorry for bothering you. I just witnessed what happened and called my manager and security. That group is being removed from the premises and will not be welcomed back. We are LGBQTA+ allies and will not let that slide. If you'll hang out right here, my manager wants to apologize in person."

"Yes that's fine, thankyou so much", Whumper nodded as they rubbed Whumpee's back.

The group shuffled by, all glared at Whumper and the store employee.

"You fucking queers are what's wrong with this country", one of them yelled.

"Your hate is what's wrong with this world", Whumper retorted.

"Whumpee, how about you pick something out in the pride area while we wait", Whumper smiled.

"You mean it?", Whumpee looked up in shock.

"Yes that's fine", Whumper smiled.

The manager came over and apologized for the scene and offered a discount on their items they were purchasing.

Whumper thanked them and the store employee for how the situation was handled.

"It's not a problem, we have to stick together", the manager smiled, "I'm glad they have an ally like you to take care of them."

Whumpee nodded, and grinned at Whumper.

Whumpee cuddled their new item close as they watched out of the window on the way home.

"Thankyou Master, I'm thankful for you speaking up for me", Whumpee smiled at Whumper.

"You're welcome, Whumpee. Let's get home", Whumper smiled.

Hello, MJ here. I want to be clear, I fully support the LGBQTA+ and I am proud to also be part of the community, I love this community so much. I strive to make sure my account is as safe as I know how to make it, and that's not just for LGBQTA+ community but for other communities as well.

I am, in fact, a gay Christian. I disagree with those who say God is against being gay, as it is everywhere in the world.

I received a comment today on YouTube that said that the LGBQTA+ is disgusting and against Biblical principles (it's not, the Bible was rewritten). This is not the first time I've heard this, I wish I had a dollar every time I heard it though.... I'd be rich."

Sorry I'm rambling...... Love is Love.... 🌈🌈🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ .... -MJ

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#whump community #whumplr #whumblr #lgbtq community #gay rights are human rights #love is love #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking #carewhumper #whumper is a proud ally #LGBQTA+ Whumpee #oc #original story

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

hihi! if you're still doing reqs can you make a oneshot or hcs with gabriel and a selectively mute reader? like she doesn't say much but she nods, smiles and lets out small hums or sounds to 'speak' but after one particular prank gabe sets on sam and dean (or a joke he makes) she laughs softly and he thinks its absolutely adorable? and on top of that she says thank you in a meek yet cute voice? thank you!

YEYEYEA💖💖Hope you like it!

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Gentle Feathers

He wasn’t thinking of trying to make you laugh, but he was glad he did.

You were a quiet one, choosing to speak very little. But it's not like you were a deaf/mute combo because you did vocalize things in your own way. You would hum, nod, and smile to acknowledge any questions or comments that were directed your way.

However, that didn't sit well with Gabriel.

We all know that he was full of fun and games, a loudmouth for lack of a better word. The two of you were polar opposites, yet he wanted to see you smile and laugh due to him. Laughter was a bit of a stretch, but the archangel was nothing if not determined. And still, these differences between you two didn't stop you guys from being friends.

Gabriel was gentle with you, even though he was a goofball. But he achieved the impossible one day.

The three of you got back from a case, one that didn't go very well. It was a simple ghost, but things kept going wrong from interrogating witnesses to an embarrassing fake name that Dean gave Sam, to them yelling at each other over different ways to handle the situation. And your quietness didn't help. Gabriel stayed at the bunker because, frankly, he was more of a pain than helpful when it came to this job.

And the archangel was sitting kicked up in a chair, making paper airplanes and using his angel powers to make them fly across the room, when you guys came, Sam and Dean bickering like an old married couple. A paper airplane was directed at the boys, causing them to both snap their angered stares towards Gabriel.

"Boys, boys, please...you're both dicks...what happened?" Gabriel, sounding like an exasperated father, approached the three of you. Immediately the Winchesters, mostly Dean, began to talk over each other with what happened, Dean cussing here and there.

"It was embarrassing." Sam stressed and you nodded.

"Oh please, after what you said to that girl? Made me have second-hand embarrassment and want to never return to that town again." Dean said, throwing accusation on Sam., who got a bit flustered.

"Guys...there's one simple question you need to ask yourselves when a situation like this happens again?" Gabirel said, hands on his hips. You moved to sit at the table he recently stood up from, and the boys just looked at him.

"What would Jesus do?" Gabriel said to the boys. Sam's eyebrows cinched together, and Dean gave him a weird look. The archangel smirked.

"Fake your death and disappear for three days." He said before laughing at his own sense of humor when it came to their situation. The boys gave him weird and confused looks, which eventually caused him to stop his laughter.

But your soft angelic laughter caught everyone off guard.

Gabriel couldn't stop the blush that rose to his face. Your laughter was so soft and gentle. Truly a magnificent sound to be in the presence of. Like the brushing of feathers against his heart, it touched him in a way that he's never experienced before.

"Adorable..." He whispered more to himself than to anyone else. However, you heard his words and blushed yourself, even more so knowing that he heard you.

"Thank you...I needed to hear that." You said in a meek yet cute voice, causing Gabriel to feel a bit shy. He didn't know if you were talking about the joke or his compliment, but either way it made him feel good.

"Uh...of course, cupcake. I'm here for you." Gabriel tried to go back to being suave, smiling all the way, but everyone could catch the nervous hitch in his voice. You smiled at his words, and the two of you stared at each other.

"This is weird." Dean deadpanned as he watched Gabriel sit beside you, smiling the whole time.

"I think it's sweet. I mean, Y/N doesn't say much of anything to us. To see that she spoke to Gabriel..." Sam tried to explain, but Dean was just giving him a look. More of your meek giggling could be heard, and they saw that Gabriel was whispering something to you. Red faces on both of you.

"I need a beer." Dean said, waving this off. Sam soon followed him, leaving you guys be.

"I can't stop myself. You have such a cute laugh." Gabriel said, placing his head in the palm of his hand as he rested against the table, smiling and staring at you.

Meanwhile, you just hid your red smiling face in your hands, much to his amusement.

Gabriel has found a new purpose, and that was to make you laugh. It lightened his spirit and gave him a newfound nervousness while also a slight feeling of giddiness. Seeing you laugh made all the shit he's been through worthwhile. It was something he didn't know he needed.

Your laugh, the feeling of gentle feathers brushing against his ears, was the most angelic thing he's ever encountered.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural gabriel #gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel imagine

[imawkwardlysoc]

it's not all about you

Song- It's Not About You by Lawrence

Pairing- Nick Bradshaw x gn!reader

Warning(s)- It's all platonic and Goose lives.

Summary- Goose saves the reader from a horrible date.

Wordcount- 797

“Yeah, it’s crazy that I managed to do that,” my date’s voice became muffled as I lost interest in his workout routine.

“Wow, that’s so crazy. How is that possible? My voice showed no interest in him and in the conversation.

“I know right,” he chuckled.

I played around with the paper wrapper that the plastic straw came in. Looking around the restaurant, I saw people enjoying their dates as I wasn’t enjoying mine. All he did was talk about himself and what he did for a living. Everytime I try to talk about myself, he just interrupts me and continues to talk about himself. I’ve already listened to his workout routine, the d-list celebrities that he’s met, the bars he’s been to, and other things that I don’t care about.

Please, let this night end.

I saw him open his mouth again but I heard a familiar voice coming up to our table.

“C/S,” I looked over to see Nick in a dress shirt and slacks walking up to our table in a frantic mood. “There you are.”

“Goose, what’s up?” I asked him with a concerned look.

“We need to go back to base,” he told me.

“Wait, why?” I started to grab my stuff.

“Last minute mission details you need to look at,” he explained. “You need to look at them now so we don’t screw this up.”

“Yeah, I understand,” I got up from my seat.

Putting on my jacket, Goose and I headed out of the restaurant. We walked down the sidewalk to see Ice and Mav all dressed up leaning against Goose’s Bronco.

“You two also need to go to base?” I asked them.

“Nope, the four of us don’t need to,” Mav said with a smirk.

“What’s with the smirk?” I looked at the pilot.

“We just watched the most horrible date ever and we saved you from it,” Ice explained as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I thanked all of them. “So, what’s on the agenda?”

“Well, the night is still young. Wanna go bowling or something?” Mav suggested.

“I’m fine with bowling,” I agreed and looked at Ice and Goose for their input.

“Sure,” they both agreed.

With all of us agreeing which bowling alley to go to, all of us got into the Bronco and Goose drove us to the bowling alley. Parking his car, we got out and into the bowling alley where the clattering of bowling pins being knocked down echoed throughout the building. Paying for the games and shoe rentals, we put them on and grabbed our balls.

“So, are we playing just for fun or are we betting on anything?” I asked them.

“Whoever loses buys everyone a round the next time we’re at the O-Bar?” Ice suggested.

“Sounds good,” the three of us agreed.

Putting our names in the system, Ice started off with rolling a strike. Mav was second with hitting six pins the first time and two the second time. I went after Mav knocking down seven pins and a spare the next time. Goose went and was in last by knocking down five pins after rolling a gutter ball the first time. After a couple of rounds, Goose and I laughed at our friends who were bickering like an old married couple.

“Oh my god just throw the ball,” I laughed at them.

“Come on, don’t you think a curveball is better than just throwing it straight down?” Mav asked.

“It doesn’t matter which way you throw the ball, Mav. It’s still going straight into the gutter,” the RIO quipped which caused me to snort.

“He does have a point,” Ice laughed.

Mav shook his head and he threw his ball down the lane hitting a split leaving four pins behind. We finished off the round with Ice beating all of us and returned our shoes before heading back to the Bronco. Seeing that it’s close to midnight, Goose dropped Ice and Mav first since it’s on the way to our houses.

“Well, this was a good night,” I said to Goose. “Better than the date I was on.” “Glad you did,” he smiled as he pulled up to my house.

“Well, I’ll see you three on Monday,” I unbuckled my seat. “Drive safe.”

“See you on Monday,” he replied back.

I placed a kiss on Goose’s cheek and headed out of the Bronco. I walked up the stairs of my small house and opened the front door. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Goose giving me a wave and I waved back before shutting my door. Looking through the window, I saw him start his car and drive away. Closing the blind, I headed into my room to get a full night's rest.

#nick bradshaw x reader #goose bradshaw x reader #pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun fic #top gun

[kxmikomrade]

We all know that we have both fallen in love with Kaveh🫶

So<3

GN!reader

A medium serving of Cafe latte, Onigiri, and cinnamon dango<33

Imagine in SAGAU, Creator!reader dotes on Kaveh, and is practically their fav<33 imagine how jealous other characters are bc their dearest creator is favoring him more than the rest<3

I will love this man more than my entire life.

🍁˖࿐ SAGAU - Kaveh

╰┈➤Kaveh x Reader Order: Cafe latte, Medium serving onigiri, cinnamon dango Genre: Fluff, crack Gn!reader (or any gender) Pronouns: Y/P (your pronouns) Type: Headcanons Requested! by: @astrilien Warnings: Some swearing i think other than that, nothing but this was written before Kaveh's release/drip marketing. And I haven't done Haithams quest yet so 🤷 Waiter's Notes: How have your travels been? I hope that it hasnt been much trouble. I'm glad you have stopped by, please enjoy! ^^ Author's Notes: Welcome back my dear costumer who gives me food aswell 😌

i pray for ur main, bcs theyre gonna get replaced as soon as this man gets released

doesnt matter if he isnt suitable for being a dps, if u build him right, and give him the fanciest 5* weapon, mans all set

Your main has gone through alot with you, but never something like this, they just KNOW that they arent gonna last long

Characters who got benched be like: first time?

First time you heard of his name you didnt really think much to it until he got leaked and showed up in the archon quest that you were all 👀👀

Ofc, the man took pride in it and got a huge ego boost because you just dropped all your attention on Alhaitham and the story and focused on him

Speaking of Haitham, he's never gonna hear the end of it. Bcs Kaveh's already gonna use u in his old married couple bickering with him

Kaveh literally making sure to be extra expressive and salty to Haitham whenever he's going to be shown in a quest just for you 🥰🥰

And every character you've ever simped for just stands there like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

Kind of heart broken with how you easily just dropped everything for him and a TAD bit jealous but they won't say anything because it isn't good :((

Bennett, Sucrose, Ayaka, Amber, Collei, Barbara, Noelle, Ganyu, Gorou, Nilou, Kaeya, Yun Jin, Yao Yao, Kazuha, Thoma, Nahida

*Is confused* First, you decide to go to Sumru to continue the archon quest, then get in the brain-juice draining quest with too many complications looking for answers and now you're suddenly simping over this random blonde guy???

Razor, Xiangling, Chongyun, Qiqi, Sayu, Layla, Xiao, Yun Jin

Uses their work to their advantage to get your spotlight back on them

Hu Tao, Yanfei, Yelan

Tries to get your attention back. Doing big dmg, getting you trinkets and even getting into trouble just so you could pay attention to them again

Itto, Klee, Yoimiya, Beidou, Childe, Hu Tao, Venti, Xinyan

Doesn't really care. (They're just bitter inside bcs of how you chose him over them LMAO)

Xiao, AlHaitham, Cyno, Eula, Kaeya, Mona, Diona, Keqing, Wanderer

Really doesn't care. Like good for you ig *proceeds to go to work*

Jean, Kokomi, Rosaria, Albedo, Diluc, Lisa, Ningguang, Zhongli, Shenhe, Raiden, Sara, Faruzan, Shinobu, Dori, Candace, Tighnari

Does NOT like it and they WILL let you know, doing small dmg out of spite. Even trying to shake off your control. And ofc, constantly complaining or mumbling about it

Itto, Heizou, Fischl

"Oh, I see how it is" then makes a full devised plan about getting you back, it's a really good plan so let's see how it goes 🫡

Ayato, Heizou, Yae Miko, Yelan, Xingqiu

(458 words)

Sorry dat it's short, I haven't read much SAGAU so I don't rlly know wat to write :'DD

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin sagau #genshin x reader sagau #genshin xiao #genshin diluc #genshin thoma #genshin childe #genshin kaeya #genshin venti #genshin amber #genshin lisa #genshin jean #genshin eula #gebshin xiao #genshin cyno #genshin nilou #genshin zhongli #gebshin kaveh #genshin kaveh x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin tighnari #and im too lazy to list the rest

[theazkabandreamer]

I Don't Dance

Elegant music played in the marquee at Percy’s wedding and Harry Potter stood awkwardly at the side of the dance floor, his burgundy dress robes feeling a little too tight at the collar. Harry remembered back to the Yule Ball in his fourth year when he had to dance and he was just as awkward about dancing back then.

Despite being back with her for almost two years, he and Ginny had yet to dance together. He stood by the barrel of Butterbeer and watched the guests dancing.

Mr and Mrs Weasley were slow-dancing together, having a private moment and Mrs Weasley looked far happier than Harry had seen her for months. She was bursting with pride during the wedding ceremony and Harry was glad that Percy was on speaking terms with his family again.

Ron was dancing with Hermione and he seemed to have read that dancing book that Hermione had lent him because he was dancing perfectly and had eyes only for Hermione. Their relationship had grown a lot after the war and after many years of bickering together, Harry was pleased to see them happy. Ron had spoken to Harry about proposing to Hermione soon and Harry was over the moon about the prospect of his two best friends getting married. Ron whispered something to Hermione and she let out a giggle. Harry looked away from them feeling like a third wheel.

George Weasley and Angelina Johnson were dancing energetically and Harry saw a glimmer of the old George shining through. He had had a tough two years and Angelina had helped George a lot in coping with the loss of Fred.

Bill and Fleur were just holding each other and swaying on the spot. Fleur was heavily pregnant with her first child and didn't want to tire herself out too much and Bill was very protective of his wife.

Luna Lovegood was dancing on her own like some sort of butterfly. It was as if she was floating to the music. Harry smiled and looked away, having been used to Luna’s eccentricities for a while. He had a strong suspicion that she was trying to ward away the Nargles or some other creature she believed in.

In the centre of it all was Percy, dancing with his new wife, Audrey. He was dancing with such robotic formality, that Harry thought he looked like one of those wind-up toys that Dudley had when they were children. His face flushed with happiness and his horn-rimmed glasses flashing in the candlelight, Percy easily stole the show and a couple of his Ministry colleagues clapped them on.

Harry would rather face Voldemort again than dance if he was honest with himself. As if drawn to his thoughts, Ginny appeared next to Harry, her face was flushed with laughter and her fiery red hair was shimmering in the candlelight and the sight of his girlfriend made Harry’s stomach do somersaults.

"What are you doing standing around the Butterbeer barrel for?” She asked him. “Come and dance.”

“I don’t dance,” Harry said automatically and Ginny rolled her eyes, but she wore a playful smile.

“If you’re worried about looking like a prat, then don’t be,” she said. “Percy’s dancing is much worse, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Harry laughed and Ginny’s eyes blazed mischievously. Suddenly, an energetic song started playing and Ginny’s eyes lit up.

“I love this song,” she said.

Ginny grabbed Harry's wrist and led him to the dance floor where Harry spent the next few minutes looking down at his feet, trying not to tread on Ginny's toes. He chanced a glance at his girlfriend and Ginny was enjoying this.

But Harry dreaded seeing them on the front page of Witch Weekly dancing like they were trying to squash an insect, so he looked up and readjusted his grip. With a deep breath, he took the lead and out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw heads turn to look at them.

Harry focused on Ginny, whose eyes were sparkling softly in the candlelight and willed with every fibre of his being to not make a fool of himself as he danced in beat to the rhythm. He could hear several people clapping them and he even heard Lee Jordan wolf-whistle.

Harry and Ginny continued dancing to the music and Harry was getting into it, but the song ended too soon for Harry's liking and when Harry and Ginny stopped dancing, applause erupted in the marquee.

“Bravo, Harry and Ginny,” Percy exclaimed. “Such excellent dancing, the pair of you!”

“Dunno why they’re making a fuss for,” Harry muttered. “I spent most of the dance trying not to tread on your toes.”

“I thought you said you didn’t dance,” Ginny said with a grin.

“It was a good song,” Harry shrugged and Ginny’s grin widened.

Harry could see by the way her eyes shone how much their dance meant to him. Suddenly another song started to play and he got a surge of inspiration.

“Want to dance?” he asked her, holding out his hand.

Ginny took Harry’s hand and gave him that blazing look he loved so much.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, smiling softly.

Harry laughed and the two of them danced all night.

#Hinny #Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #dancing #post deathly hallows

[topazy]

Hunted

Pairings: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 5.15

“Forget about Theo for now. We need to focus on stopping the beast before it kills anyone else.”

Stiles remains suspiciously quiet, you would have expected him to argue with you, but instead he rubbed at his chin, looking unconvinced.

“What?” You ask while putting clothes into your drawers. You were still in the process of unpacking when Stiles arrived at Derek’s house. It amused you how much they bickered like an old married couple. Despite the sarcastic comments and jabs they took at each other, you knew they cared, Derek cared about all of you.

“Honestly, I don’t know how you're not freaking out right now.” I’m freaking out. “You got bitten days ago and haven’t turned yet, I don’t know how that’s even possible.”

“Maybe I won’t turn,” you say jokingly.

Stiles rolls his eyes unamused and says, “This is serious. I'm worried if you run into Theo at school, it will trigger your first shift and everyone will see you turn.” He leans back into the chair beside your dresser, looks up at the ceiling, and sighs, “I don’t want him to hurt anyone again.”

You place your hand on his shoulder and say, “He won’t.”

You changed the subject to Stiles and Malia’s relationship, he was glad the awkwardness of them splitting up had seemed to pass and they could still be friends. Although you were listening to him, in the back of your mind you were thinking about your and Kira’s plan.

—

“Mason?”

“Mason, we just want to help you!” You call out while running beside Liam in the woods.

If finding your friend wasn’t so important, you’d have pointed out how you could suddenly run faster than your boyfriend. Suddenly, you trip over a tree branch and tumble to the ground.

You feel someone help you up and assume it’s Liam, but when you look up, you see it’s Hayden. You nod your head in thanks before dusting yourself off.

“I lost his scent,” Liam says, coming to a halt.

He sounded defeated. You link your finger with his, “Then let’s find it again, all of us.”

The three of you take off running again to search for your friend.

—

When morning comes, you and Liam head to the McCall household to meet up with the rest of your pack.

You lean against the kitchen table and smile at Scott as he enters the room. He gives Liam a sympathetic look when he suggests that the beast isn’t Mason.

You place your hand on Liams as he lowers his head, struggling to process what is happening to his best friend. Hayden is at the school looking. “I've made a list of places Mason likes to hang out in case he’s at one of them.”

“I'll keep checking the woods,” Malia adds.

“My mom can check all the hospitals in the county, we can find him,” Scott says, sounding hopeful.

“What happens when we find him?”

“We’ll figure out a way to save him.”

“Okay, where else could we look?” Lydia asks.

“Let’s ask Corey,” Scott extends his arm out and grabs onto Corey, who was using his supernatural abilities to be invisible.

“Wait, wait, it’s not my fault,” Corey says defensively. “They took him, and I couldn’t do anything.”

Scott frowns and asks, “Who?”

“The dread doctors.”

—

“Just putting it out there, I think this is a terrible idea, it’s going to end in bloodshed.”

You walk between Scott and Liam towards the boys' locker room to meet Theo and his pack. Truthfully, the idea of seeing him again made you feel on edge, but you needed to do this. You needed to prove you weren’t scared and could hold your own so Liam and Stiles would stop worrying about you so much.

“How desperate are we?” Liam whispers.

“Incredibly desperate,” Scott stands outside the door to the lockers and looks at you. “Are you sure you're ready for this?”

“We need to focus on getting Mason back.”

Scott nods and opens the door, and you feel rage radiate from Liam the moment his eyes land on Theo. You gripped his hand, sensing he was about to pounce.

—

“I told you we’d end up on the same side.”

You glare at Theo. “How about I kick you in the balls to remind you we’re not?”

Theo chuckles, “I love the feisty side of you.”

“I don’t,” Tracy deadpans.

“We know you’re not on our side, Theo. You said you wanted to help Lydia, but you left Eichen with something else, didn’t you?” Scott asks

“The mask?” A smug grin spreads across Theo’s face. “You worried about that?”

“Who did you see?”

Theo shakes his head. “Not Mason. Look, we all want the same thing. We want him back.”

“We want him back alive,” you snap.

Theo walks closer to you until he’s directly in front of you, his amusement was obvious at how mad Liam was getting, “I’m willing to do a compromise.” He looks at Scott, “You still got the map with telluric currents on it? Bring it to the operating room in two hours again.”

“How do we know this isn’t a trap?”

“Aw scared?” Theo leans into your ear, causing your boyfriend to let out a low growl, and whispers, “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on killing you this time.”

Everything happens in a blur as Scott pulls you out of the way and rage takes over Liam as his claws and fangs extend. He plunges his claws into Theo's stomach and lets out a loud roar. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.”

“Liam stop! He's not worth it!”

He ignores you as his eyes glow bright yellow and he digs his claws in deeper.

“Liam, that’s enough!”

Hearing his alpha voice, Liam snaps his hand back and walks towards you as Theo slumps to the locker room floor cursing. The three of you walked back onto the hallway as if nothing had happened. Usually you hated violence, but you hated the wolf that tried to kill you more, plus he’d heal.

—

You and Liam walk slowly towards the forest to meet with one of your enemies, while Scott speaks on the phone in front of you, filling his mom in on the plan. A part of you was jealous, you’d never be able to go to your own mom for help or advice, and she would never in a million years agree to help your friends when they needed it.

“I’m sorry about before,” he breathed out in a rushed tone, grasping onto your hand like you would disappear at any moment. “I just lost it when he got close to you, all I kept thinking about was when you almost died.”

“Don’t-”

“I lost control,” he says quietly as a look of regret crosses his face.

You squeezed his hand and said, “After everything he’s put all of us through, it’s understandable; you shouldn’t feel bad.”

“I don’t, not about that anyway,” he says in a serious tone, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry you saw me lose control. I know you’ve seen me turn before, but I never wanted you to see me like that, like a monster.”

You frown and cup Liam’s face, forcing him to look at you and say, “You’re not a monster, and nothing you could ever do will ever convince me otherwise.” You hold each other’s gaze as your boyfriend stares at you with a loss for words, “I love you too.”

A wide smile passes over Liam’s face, he leaned in to kiss you when Scott yelled, “Are you two coming?”

“Right behind you,” Liam replies. He rests his hand on your back as you walk towards Scott.

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“You still think you’re going to get through all this without killing anyone?” You scowl as you listen to Theo mock Scott for letting Deucalion go and not murdering him.

You snap back at her, “He didn’t say that. Besides, not everyone is evil like you.”

Liam suddenly stops walking with a worried expression on his face and says, “We’re close.”

“You’ve got his scent?”

Liam nods.

“Which way?” Theo asks. Liam and Scott exchange a look as neither of them says anything, pissing Theo off. “What? You think you can leave me behind?”

“Liam…” Scott says softly.

He shakes his head and becomes defensive. “Look, he wants to kill!”

“I just want his power. You went to fight someone who actually wants to kill Mason? Go fight Parrish.”

“Who did you see when you put on the mask?” Liam questions.

“I already told you, it wasn’t Mason.”

You watch as Liam struggles to keep his composure, his frustration becoming more obvious. “Who was it?!”

“I saw a man dying in the snow. He was impaled by a spear.”

You remembered the stories of Marie-Jeanne Valet that you’d heard as a child and her brother's name, “Sebastien Valet?”

Theo nods and says, “You all know what this means—time is running out. Where is he, Liam? What direction?”

Reluctantly, Liam shows them what direction the scent is coming from and marches on. You place your hand on your stomach, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. You knew the story all along but thought it was just a fabrication. What a pathetic excuse for an Argent.

—

You follow Liam into what appears to be a creepy-looking greenhouse on the outside but is actually a way into the dreadful doctored den.

“Oh my god, Mason,” you run over and kneel beside him and try to wake him up. He had large needles buried deep into his skin that were attached to a large tube with green liquid inside it.

“It’s connected to him.”

You look over your shoulder and notice the body inside the tube. “That is so fucking gross.”

“Liam, I can feel it,” Mason says weakly. “It’s in my skull.”

You turn to look up at Theo and ask, “What are they doing to him?”

“I don’t know.”

You open your mouth to accuse him of lying, but you bite your tongue and move out of the way as Scott and Liam attempt to remove the device from your friend. Mason screams in pain when they try to pull it out. You rub the back of Mason's hand and say, “We are going to figure this out, okay? We will find a way to save you.”

Hearing heavy footsteps approaching, all of you look at the doorway to see the dread doctors returning.

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“Liam, Lulana, try and get that thing out of Mason's neck.”

You struggle to hold Mason still as Liam attempts to remove it. Mason grips your arm and says, “Get out of here, you guys need to go.”

“No, not without you.”

You listen in as one of the dread doctors explains the reasoning behind their mission, in between insulting Theo by calling him a failure. “We believed that to resurrect the perfect killer, we had to start with the perfect evil. From you, we learned that true evil only comes from corrupting something truly good.”

Scott shakes his head and says, “Not something.”

“Someone,” you say, looking at Mason, who was drastically starting to look worse.

Suddenly Theo punched the dread doctor, but it did not know what hit it as his knuckles hit against its metal face mask. “Oh, shit,” the rest of the doctors start to surround you. “Guys, there are more of them.”

Mason starts to run as Liam lunges to his feet and tries to fight them off. An anxious feeling begins to flutter in your stomach, one that feels familiar yet fills you with an overwhelming sense of dread and adrenaline.

You look down at your hands and notice something you’ve never seen before.

Claws.

You were turning…

Feeling a rush course through your body, you bounce forward, letting out a loud growl as you throw your body into the dread doctor that was fighting with Liam. You manage to knock it back, but another one grabs you and throws you against empty barrels. Seconds later, Scott and Liam were thrown down beside you.

Screaming out in pain, Mason stands up and rips the needle out himself. A cloud of black smoke begins to whirl around his body as he starts to transform into someone else. Liam steps forward, “Mason!”

A distorted voice comes out of Mason's body, “That is not my name.”

You watch in terror as your sweet friend completely transforms into the Beast of Gevaudan.

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You push yourself further back and out if the way we the beast begin to tear the dread doctor's armor limb by limb. The beast drags the last surgeon outside to kill him, but Parrish in his hellhound form attacks him.

Gunfire rings out from the opposite direction. You look over and see your uncle Chris firing at the beast with Gerard close behind him. Liam steps in front of you protectively as his eyes move between the beast and your grandfather.

One of the bullets hits the beast, causing him to transform back into his human form. Gerard steps forward, “La bete du Gevaudan! I know your name. Do you remember mine?”

Sebastien Valet glares at him and, with venom in his voice, says, “Argent.”

Sebastian takes off running as Parrish tries to attack him again. Scott watches confused and asks, “What the hell was that?”

“You’ve seen the beast of Gevaudan, and now you’ve seen the man,” Gerard replies.

“Sebastien Valet,” you say in disbelief.

#teen wolf #liam dunbar x you #liam dunbar x reader #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfiction #Liam Dunbar #Scott McCall #theo reaken #stiles stilinski #hunted #Liam Dunbar/you #Liam Dunbar/reader #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #chris argent

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HIII Paes here , just wanted to say i love your art so much, im glad to see you're back on tumblr, i hope you've been well ^^. if i have to ask something, and it is essential, what are some of your maxwil headcanons??

HI! thats great to hear, thank you so much!!! ive been a-okay 🤍

as for headcanons, i dont have much regarding them. its moreso just a vague perception of their relationship and character rather than specific headcanons, buuut i do have a few that are not so vague:

- Their relationship blurs the line of friendship and romance. as such, looking at the two together from an outside (other survivor) perspective makes it hard to pinpoint what it is they are. however, despite the public ambiguity, the two are borderline mushy in privacy.

- speaking of which, maxwell loves to sing his praises, and wilson is eager to soak up said acknowledgement of his ‘accolades’. like wilson patching up max after a particularly-nasty hound attack, or on the subject of his newest ‘scientific breakthrough’. maxwell will compliment these things in privacy… albeit in his own maxwellian way (although i image this one to be much later in their hypothetical relationship… and more self indulgent than anything!)

- As foils, they compliment eachother in many regards and bond over their similarities. the line could be drawn at the science/magic debacle, though their arguments on the topic read more as old-married-couple bickering

- They lament to the other over their shared experience of the throne; a somber recognition of what each man has gone through.

- Maxwell is guilt-ridden and not quite sure how to handle it at the best of times. He offers compensation in the form of flattery, and feels himself to be a burden at his lows. The feeling is particularly suffocating when Wilson is tasked with caring for him, for patching him up. There’s many shaky exhales, utterances of directionless apologies, and avoidance of eye contact. Wilson doesn’t view it as such; not anymore.

- Lastly, I think the two have a symbiotic work flow when they’re not in the throes of a petty argument. Gets shit done and capable of finishing eachothers’ sentences >x ]

Thats all for now! im sure i could think of more if given the time but my thoughts are muddled lol. heres a quick doodle of that second hc:

#maxwil #dst

[extraterramisu]

Mini Harringrove Week Day 3

July 31st Prompt: Handcuffed Together

read it on Ao3

Note: takes place between S2 and s3

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“Running short on tools of the trade, are we, chief? Couldn’t afford an extra pair of handcuffs?”

Hopper didn’t rise to Billy’s bait, instead just fixed the boy with a level stare. “You sure you wanna talk shit with me, kid? Cause from where I’m standing, you’re the one with two unpaid speeding fines and unanswered court summons.” The police chief smiled, though it was clearly condescending. “Understand, Hargrove?”

Billy’s eyes narrowed, easy expression changing into a glare, but he bit his tongue. “Yessir,” he muttered, tonelessly.

For a moment the office was quiet, only the ticking of the clock on the wall and muffled sound of other people moving around the other parts of the station breaking the silence.

“Aw, c’mon, Hop, don’t blame it all on him, I’m the one that put him up to it.” Hopper’s gaze shifted to the teenager on the right of Billy, who had given up trying to look tough and was leaning forward, mouth open as if about to continue.

Hopper groaned. “Alright, first of all, Mr. Harrington, seeing as you’re both sitting here for speeding down the highway at eighty miles an hour – I didn’t even know your car could go that fast – I am certainly not blaming it all on him. And enough with the ‘Hop’ shit, that’s Chief Hopper to you.”

Steve Harrington scoffed and sank lower in his seat. He tried to cross his arms, but as he lifted his right hand up to do so, Billy’s left arm came with it; they were handcuffed together.

“Hey, watch it pretty boy, you’re gonna rip my arm out!” Billy jerked his arm back down. He rested his hand on his thigh, and Hopper didn’t miss how Steve laced their fingers together. It would be cute if they weren’t in here for breaking the law.

Have a heart, something whispered inside him, It’s still pretty adorable. Hopper wasn’t sure what he’d done to make them feel comfortable enough to do that around him, but he was glad they were. Didn’t mean he wasn’t sick of them being little shits and acting like the rules didn’t apply to them.

“You’re one to talk,” Steve shot back at Billy, though there wasn’t really any venom in it, “Maybe if we’d just gone up to drive where I said this wouldn’t even be happening–”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe if you actually listened when I was mapping out our route–”

And so it went on, the two of them bickering like some old married couple, and Hopper fought between the urge to bang his head down on the desk and burst out laughing. When Billy Hargrove had first showed up to town and recieved three traffic violations within the week, never had he imagined that fast-talking Cali boy would end up hanging out with Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes himself Steve Harrington. Now, however, the two were going anywhere and everywhere together and causing him no end of trouble. After hearing the story of the fight at the Byers, he was wondering if the schoolyard sentiment of bullying the person you had a crush on actually held any weight. It definitely did with these two.

“Okay, OKAY, shut it, lovebirds!” He yelled over them. That did the trick: they immediately went quiet, faces flushed – from anger or embarrassment he couldn’t tell. Probably both. “So, anyone care to tell me what, exactly, you two were doing racing your cars up past Highway 77 like it’s damn Nascar?”

Instead of giving an answer, Billy sat up from his slouch enough to drawl, “Isn’t that highway outside of your jurisdiction, chief?”

He had a sense of humor, this one. “Ah, so would you rather me hand you off to a state trooper, instead? Because that can be arranged. And they won’t hesitate to call your parents and have something written on your permanent record, either.”

Though he was speaking to both of them, he looked very pointedly at Billy. He knew what kind of home the kid lived in, had heard snippets of it from when Max would come over to hang out with El, seen the bruises under Billy’s collar whenever he’d be dropping his sister off or cruising around town. He also knew that the kid didn’t want sympathy or someone interfering. But Hopper wasn’t just going to throw him back to the wolves.

Something changed in Billy’s face, almost imperceptibly, almost like he was seeing Hopper differently for the first time. He shook his head. “No sir, this is fine.”

Steve looked between them for a moment, then sighed. He opened his mouth again and everything came out in a rush. “We were going to hang out at the lake, but then on the way back we decided to drive around a bit, and I leaned out the window and said to Billy that maybe we should race each other back, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer, so it’s my fault really, and that’s why we–”

“I get it Harrington, you’re dumb teenagers.” He deadpanned. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you and your boyfriend are a menace and need to get your act together.”

Now they really were red. “No, we’re not– he’s not– I mean– but–!”

He ignored them, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth in spite of himself. “So, what to do with you two, hm? I can suspend your licenses if I really want to, y’know…”

The boys held their breath.

“…but nah. You’ve caught me in a good mood.” He leant back in his chair.

Steve beamed, and even Billy cracked a smile. “Really! Oh my god, thanks Hop you have no idea–”

“Calm down, Hotshot, I wasn’t finished. I’ll be hanging onto your keys. Only for a few days,” he raised his voice a bit as they began to protest. “I think it’s only fair.”

“But, but, I mean, I promised I’d drive the kids to that party tomorrow.” Steve looked absolutely devastated.

“God, you’re such a mom, Steve, y’know that?” Billy teased, then he tensed. “And what exactly should I tell my old man, aye Chief? He’s going to be asking where the Camero’s at and it’s my ass–” he caught himself. “He’ll want to know.”

“I’ll send it up to Jerry’s and he can keep it on the lot. You just say that it’s in for an oil change.”

“I just changed the oil two months ago,” Billy mutters, but he meets Hopper’s gaze and nods. It’s a silent thanks.

Hopper stands up and grabs his hat. “Well, I’m headed home early, and with that taken care of you two can go.” He turns to leave.

Steve clears his throat. “Er… can you take the handcuffs off?” He holds up his (and by proxy Billy’s) arm.

“You two are smart, you’ll figure out how to open it.”

Billy snorts. “Do I hear the police chief himself condoning breaking out of handcuffs?”

“I think it shouldn’t be much of a change.” He looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes. “You two are basically attached at the hip as it is.”

He left the office and could hear their voices rising up behind him.

“Steve, baby, if I didn’t know better I’d think he’s making fun of us.”

“Of course he is, you’re so damn snarky you deserve it.”

“Nah, I think it’s because you’re so obviously in love with me. It’s sickening.”

“You’re sickening.”

Hopper laughs, really laughs, ignoring the strange looks from the other officers as he heads out of the building. Out of all the shit that’s happened in the past year, at least the comedy relief that is Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove has come out of it.

He has to make a stop at the store on the way home – out of Eggos again, he swears they go through eight boxes a week – and drives past Billy and Steve walking up the side of the road, trying to to light two cigarettes, fumbling with the lighter between their handcuffed hands. Billy drops it and immediately goes to grab it, almost yanking Steve to the ground. They clamber upright, laughing. The last he sees of them in his rearview mirror is Steve leaning in to kiss Billy on the cheek.

Yeah, he thinks, the kids are alright.

#harringroveweek #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove #steve harringtove #billy hargrove #I haven't written something so quickly in ages #I love these idiots #and any instance of hopper being grumpy dad brings me joy #my writing

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Shadow & Bone rewatch live-commenting that was started on twitter and is being moved/continued here!

This is the post for EP 03: The Making at the Heart of the World

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

((There WILL be spoilers mentioned for the books in the Grishaverse including the Crows duology & King of Scars duology! This is basically from the perspective of watching the show as someone who knows the books well.))

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I like that we're getting to hear her letters to Mal in voice over because it returns some of the interiority we've lost through the translation from 1st person narrative to screen 

bUT immediately my brain supplied the hilarious AU that Mal runs one of those Dear Abby advice columns

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*sob laughs in Book 2*

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GENYA!!! SHE'S HERE!

God I love Genya 

And the way Daisy Head carries herself here, the polished demeanor, all of it is so Genya

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This was such a great moment between them 

And even though Genya had to do what she does later on, you can tell she's really earnest about how quickly she warms to Alina

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THESE TWO BICKER LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE AND IM LIVING FOR IT

["Good to know Van Eck didn't cure you of sentiment."

"Glad to be back, Kaz."]

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SHE'S HERE, THE GLORIOUS, THE INCOMPERABLE NINA ZENIK

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Lmao right "despises" 

As in "the two people I'll fall in love with in my life will both be Fjerdans"

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That fight scene !!!!!!!

What a fckin badass I absolutely adore Nina 

Everyone needs a Nina Zenik in their life tbh

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This is the SECOND time I've noticed Jesper randomly helping himself to food/drink from other people's tables/houses and I fucking love it (he also did it in Dreesen’s basement)

Kit Young is a gift

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Wraith mode: activated

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The way his gaze lingers and he stays turned toward the window for a solid few seconds after she's gone-!!!

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He tries to stop himself, he really does!!! 

Can we just appreciate in general the nuanced and compassionate, yet realistic way addiction is portrayed with Jesper's character???

(Not to mention the fact we see TWO portrayals of addiction in this series--psychological addiction with Jesper and physical addiction with Nina) 

Like, it's not a comic relief bit--it legitimately has life-altering consequences for both Jesper, all his loved ones, and those he works with. 

We see Jesper both deny to himself and others he has a Problem, yet also struggle against it 

["Why didn't you just stop?" Jesper wanted to laugh. He had pleaded with himself, screamed at himself to stop.]

He fucks up and hurts people he (and we the readers) love because of it. Yet the narrative remains continuous in its portrayal of Jesper as someone with steadfastly good intentions and a good heart who is struggling with unhealed issues

["There's a wound in you, and the tables, the dice, the cards--they feel like medicine. They soothe you, for a time. But they're poison, Jesper."] 

 Listen, I just have a lot of Feelings about Jesper Fahey

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Alina Starkov is truly a woman of the people

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SA mention////

"Ah, our shitty monarchs: The rapist king, the queen whose focus on appearance trumps any real issues, and the vapid entitled weasel of a prince. The only decent one among them, I've disguised so he could go play pirate to help Ravka by doing Ocean Crimes."

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Yes, I hate him 

Yes, he is occasionally funny

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Yeah this was fckin shitty of her and I’m definitely not excusing it ever

But its interesting seeing this understanding where it’s coming from re: Zoya’s heritage.

Zoya's got so much internalized racism and fear around being mixed race herself because of her upbringing, seeing how not only just her father was treated but Suli in general

She's lashing out because she's afraid and conflicted

And she's also feeling jealous and uncertain about her place being favored by the Darkling (which he has fostered because he's a manipulator of the worst kind)

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Kaz carrying Milo the goat and looking absolutely Done will never not be funny to me

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More show-added worldbuilding appreciation from me

The posters styled after Bolshevik revolution/soviet propaganda posters is such a wonderful touch by the props/set folks 

And again, the invented script for written Ravkan (and all the languages, but we’ve mostly just seen Ravkan and Kerch written so far) makes my linguist nerd heart sing

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Kaz: initiate mastermind scanners for useful information and/or potential blackmail

Kaz: BEEP BEEP impending betrayal detected 

Kaz: initiate 5-D chess-level planning consisting of labyrinthine layers upon layers of traps, feints, and manipulation

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I love that they gave her a physical object for Inej related to her family.

In the books (again, because of interiority) we get literal flashbacks of them, as well as many phrases from her parents she repeats or hears internally ("The heart is an arrow...", "Climb, Inej")

But that’s not easily translated to a visual medium. So instead we get this great little physical/visual token of that. 

It does such heavy lifting not only in that it shows us how deeply Inej's faith directs her morals (like how torn she was when Arken connected over their faith), but also shows how much she still holds the memory/hope of her family close to her; that she's never accepted that her life in Ketterdam was just it now.

 Good, good storytelling work

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ARE YOU TALKING TO HER OR TO YOURSELF, KAZ?????? 

That little glance down and then away-!!!

And then immediately he's harsh and cruel about it to try and push her away from him--to push hIMSELF away from her!!! 

Fucking helllll

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 I'm so glad they basically got to keep Nina's and Matthias' story the same (aside from minor details obv) down to exact lines 

Danielle Galligan and Calahan Skogman breathe such life into the cores of these characters and all their nuances

[Matthias had always fought his own decency. To become a drüskelle, he’d had to kill the good things inside him.]

 All through this episode, even in this first scene, you can see Nina's words start to scratch away at him

He's gonna have her in his head for the rest of the night

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Jesper Fahey, everyone

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LOVE THE WHOLE CONCEPT! 

Love this addition to the world, love how it's not finished/is kinda ramshackle with sliding between the two tracks, love the weird systems set up he's developed to cross multiple times with the sound of hitting the metal, love it all

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I'm so happy Nadia is a black woman!!! 

We get so many queer characters of color! I can't wait until we get Tamar (and Tolya ofc) introduced in the show so we can have the badass wlw couple we deserve

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BOTKIN!! So glad he makes an appearance!! 

I could so easily him being cut from another version of an adaption so this makes me so happy

Part of what endeared Botkin to me in the book was how, even though he is a harsh teacher, he always treated Alina like every other student and demanded her best work 

Like "idc you're the sun summoner, your right hook is pathetic!"

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ALINA KNOWING HOW TO THROW A PROPER PUNCH BC MAL TAUGHT HER IS 🙏🙏🙏

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Like I know this is supposed to establish character dynamics and how Zoya has this social position she's defending and how Alina is gaining credibility 

But me & my gay-ass brain just went like "Ok but I would let Zoya punch me in the face and I would say THANK YOU"

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If only I were so lucky 😔💦

Somewhere, King of Scars!Nikolai getting shackled to his bed by Zoya every night for his own safety just liked this^^^ as a tweet

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See, Nadia gets me 

She's pickin' up what I'm puttin' down

This also establishes Nadia’s type is women who can knock your lights out and smirk, which is good news for future Tamar

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And we here see in Alina's face the echoed experiences of women, femmes, and assumed-women everywhere having forced unwanted interactions with creepy dudes

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Zoë Wanamaker is soooooo good as Baghra, hot damn 

A fellow Zoë out there making us proud

Another character I can’t wait to see interact with Nikolai on screen because their relationship is hilarious to me

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I've mentioned it before, but the show more heavily leaning into the idea that Grisha power can sort of be drawn out or kicked on by sudden pain and/or fear is such an interesting one

Because it implies about the nature of Grisha power that it developed similar to other unconscious survival mechanisms--like adrenaline numbs out bad injuries or allows muscles to surpass normal limits, its something that helps keep Grisha stay alive in a life or death situation

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"I WISH I WERE WITH Y- ...WITH THE FIRST ARMY" 

I'M-!!!!!

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SEE? THIS IS THE SHIT I LOVE 

The worldbuilding always contains all these tiny details that realistically reflect how humans build clever systems over time to address issues and get what/where they want to

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Alina's fuckign face-

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I CANT GET OVER THIS 

Yes, the emotional support goat was Absolutely Mission Critical

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I'M FUCKIN EMOTIONAL BC I just noticed when Arken says the situation is dire, please take note of how Kaz isn't even looking at him, he's staring diRECTLY AT INEJ sitting across from him?????

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[That sound--the swift, shocking report of gunfire--called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.]

[...Jesper could feel himself coming alive, the worry that had been dogging his steps ... falling away. He felt free, dangerous, like lightning rolling over the prairie.]

[He'd knew his guns better than he knew the rules of Makker's Wheel. Jesper focused on the bullet, sensed the smallest parts of it. Maybe he was the same. A bullet in a chamber, spending his whole life waiting for the moment he would have direction.]

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So I just want to examine the Crows' "we were pretty sure we were going to die but we actually pulled through and are somehow still alive???" reactions for a minute:

1) Inej, ofc, her first reaction is prayer which makes me emotional 

And then, she looks over at Kaz because she wants to see if this finally shook something loose from that cold exterior (because tbh, at this point, it's probably the first time she's ever witnessed Kaz escape death first-hand)

2)  How fucking beautiful Jesper looks?? 😍😍

[Jesper's hair was mussed, his pupils dilated. He seemed almost drunk, or like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed. He always had that look after a fight.]

3) And Kaz, of course as always, is looking at Inej (and then looking away from it all) 

It's gonna get you in big trouble one day, Kaz

AND how Inej and Kaz hold eye contact for a moment before they both look away???

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And I feel Malina in this chili's tonight

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Oh! Something I forgot to add I noticed during the train fight scene, Arken has these depictions of saints hung up on the walls!!!! 

Again, major major ups to the prop/set people for adding all these small details!! It makes the world feel so full and lived in!

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So that's the end of episode 3! 

Wheee I fuckin' love the Grishaverse and my beloved Crows and we're so lucky to have this cast

[Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #six of crows #alina starkov #mal oretsev #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #genya safin #nina zenik #matthias helvar #zoya nazyalensky

[mari-lair]

ur response to my ask was amazing! i’m glad to see how flustered pre-terukane is because of their future selves and just wow this is amazing! i’m just hoping to see more about it and where u would take this idea! thank u so much!

(Time Travel AU: Part 1 )

Teru is in a good mood after the visit from their future selves. 

Akane is confused by it. On one hand, he appreciates being bullied less, on the other, he doesn’t understand why Teru is so happy? Shouldn’t he be disgusted that he married a half-supernatural?? Or does he only start “liking” Akane when his clock keeper contract expires?? Akane always ends up thinking too hard about it, stressed to catch himself acting as if the future he was shown is already set in stone. Maybe those were alternative versions of them?

Overall, Akane tries not to think about it, the idea of Teru liking him was weird, so the idea of Teru loving him freaked him out.

Akane is very blunt too, and that’s not good sometimes, cause Teru will get in his vice president’s personal space while they banter, and Akane will remember Future Teru’s promise that the president already likes him and get hyperaware of everything, blurting out “Are you flirting?? Is this flirting?” which both startles and amuses Teru so much. Yes, he is embarrassed to be called out, but he hides it, throwing back “Are we?”

“We..?” A pause “No we aren’t!”

“Then we aren’t~”

Rip Akane, he will just be very confused. He spends more time with Aoi-chan to 'clear his mind' and even buys a journal to try to understand what the hell is going on. It has loose words thrown around about the future and marriage and possible dimension hopping and ways to change it in rushed calligraphy that is near impossible to read. If anyone sees it, they’ll think he went crazy and that he either plans to marry Teru in the future, or murder him. It’s unclear.

Meanwhile, future terukane would go on their planned date and bicker like the old married couple they are, feeling nostalgic after the meeting “I always pictured you as this imposing figure in high school, I can’t believe you were so awkward Teru. Truly adorable”

“I am still cute, you know…”

“Yeah, yeah. Like a big puppy” Akane will half-heartedly bop his nose, distracted “...Should I have hugged younger you? I feel like you really needed a hug”

“No, the loser would just have a heart attack ”

“Like the one you gave me? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you flustering me to death, asshole. You know how dense I was!”

“As if you weren’t having fun too, you hypocrite.”

“...Not my fault it’s so hard to catch you being shy.”

“I had forgotten just how easy to tease you used to be, you were somehow even more of an open book. Very distrustful of me too…” Teru would pause, “... Do you think this was before Akane-san was kidnapped?”

“...Christ” Akane would cringe “Should we have warned them about that shitshow?”

“Nah, they’ll figure it out.”

#terukane #i'm happy you liked anon! #i know is late #but enjoy this small addition as well <3

[innytoes]

Ok those chaotic prompts are amazing. 19 for polyphantoms?

When Alex told him about his relationship with his band mates, Willie had thought it was kind of cool. He was an open-minded kind of dude, and he could tell they made Alex happy. He'd made sure to reassure his boyfriend that he didn't mind at all, that he was glad he found something that worked for him.

He kind of regretted not asking for a flow chart, though. He wasn't sure if that was rude or not.

As far as he could tell, Luke and Reggie were dating Julie. Bobby was dating Reggie, but not Luke or Julie. Though he might be sleeping with Luke. Julie was dating Flynn, who was dating Reggie and Carrie. Carrie and Luke had this thing where either they hated each other or they were fucking like crazy, and honestly Willie wasn't sure he wanted to know.

And Alex... Willie had no idea who exactly Alex was dating, sleeping with, or what. Obviously not Julie and Flynn, he'd made that much clear. He and Carrie were Ultimate Dance Buddies, which was both adorable and sometimes really fucking hot. He's not sure if Carrie was the one that convinced Alex those short shorts were absolutely essential to learning new choreography but if she did he should get her flowers.

As for the guys, well, they were all so touchy it was almost impossible to figure out who was dating who. Alex and Reggie bickered so much you'd think they didn't like each other, or that they were an old married couple. Luke was known to drape himself over any of the guys, and the fact that Alex didn't shove him off probably meant something, right? And once when he came to pick Alex up for a date, he'd seen Bobby give him such a sweet goodbye kiss he nearly ruined the moment to go 'awwww'.

What was even more confusing was that Willie somehow found himself pulled into their little group until he wasn't entirely sure who he was dating. It had started out pretty clear: Willie was dating Alex, and the rest of the group joked about how he was their 'boyfriend-in-law'.

Except these days, Luke draped himself over Willie just as easily as he did any of the others, and Willie found he didn't really mind. He and Reggie had started going on 'adventures' together that seemed more and more like they might be dates: sneaking into the animal shelter after hours to play with the dogs, going out for ice cream, thrifting to find weird treasures to bring back to the others. And when they all curled up for a movie together, Willie's favourite spot was snuggled up to Bobby, because he knew how to play with Willie's hair just right.

And Alex just watched him with soft eyes and a knowing smile.

Which was why his current situation was so jarring. "Why am I in your phone as Himbo Number Two?" Alex asked, and even though he tried to play it off as a joke, Willie could tell that he was hurt. Which just wouldn't do at all.

"Because clearly you're not the biggest himbo in the band, Hotdog," he tried to explain. He didn't want Alex to think he didn't come first, or anything. "Reggie got his head stuck between the bars of that Basset Hound's cage on our last... adventure."

"It's okay, you can say date," Alex gently corrected him. Willie blinked.

"Really?" he asked, slightly awed at that revelation. So Reggie thought of them as dates too? And he'd apparently told Alex, but not Willie? More importantly, he could have been kissing Reggie this whole time?

Alex laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Really. And since you didn't seem to know that, I feel like if anyone should be labeled Himbo Number Two, it should be you, Speed Bump."

"Okay, now I really need a flow chart," Willie complained. Who knew who else he could be kissing?

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #willex #the greater polyphantoms polycule #(which is different every time I write it because why not) #willie throckmorton #alex mercer #they're stupid your honour #I wrote a thing #willie asks for a flow chart and probably at least three people come to find out they were dating/weren't just sleeping together or whatever #by the end of it alex has a migraine and Flynn has gone to Julie's room to grab her 18-pack of coloured markers #Flynn just: OKAY SHOW OF HANDS WHO HERE IS DATING LUKE? OKAY LUKE DID YOU KNOW THAT? #She goes over every person and then just to be sure goes through the entire list again #when they finally have everything hammered out #willie goes: okay on to item number two: rank the boys from biggest to least big himbo to settle this conversation between me and alex #FLYNN YOU HAVE THE FLOOR FIRST #(Carrie is LIVING) #reggie is very proud of his title thanks

[cyberhai]

What is Chinooks relationship with the other winds like? Oh and his relationship with bladewolf and armstrong if you don't mind.Sorry if I go a bit off topic,I just want to talk about how cool and stylish you made him look.

Man looks stylish as fuck with his glasses but I like on how he wears them to help with his migraines. Two reasons to wear cool as hell glasses.

Chinook's character design is *mwah* chefs kiss.(I'm a sucker for good character design if you can tell.)

Also,love your art btw. I feel your struggle of getting used to digital art.

To sum it up,chinook is amazing and I want to give him a hug.

Ok,that's all I have to say,your oc is awesome.

RAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHH Sorry this took a thousand years to answer, I am still Inventing Chinook Lore. This was a fun question though!!!! And I'm so glad you think he's purty 😎

Relationships!

Bladewolf

He’s not quite sure whether to treat Wolf like a machine or a living thing. Nevertheless, he loves jokingly testing the extent of Wolf’s intellect by asking him irritatingly specific questions (“What happens at 1:24:57 of Django Unchained?”).

Mistral

Best described as MLM/WLW Hostility. Most of their frenemyship involves them bullying each other. But if they’re training a platoon together and he blacks out from a migraine, within five seconds, she’ll have the room cleared, a cold compress on his head and be calling for backup. They’re mean as fuck to each other. But they’re homies :D

Monsoon

To say the least, their relationship confuses the fuck out of everyone. Do they have something going on? Are they just work buddies? Sometimes they can be spotted sitting shoulder to shoulder despite Chinook's touch aversion, marking up a map of their next target together. Other times they're bickering like an old married couple. More than one time Chinook has crashed out and fallen asleep on him flying back to base. Then again, Chinook does that to just about everyone. Most Desperados have adrenal enhancements that allow them to stay awake for longer periods of time without rest, but not Chinook. He's much more machine than Sam, but not as much as his fellow Winds. Thus, he is a sleepy fuck.

They've been spotted on a few weekend trips to DC together, seemingly unrelated to work. But, hey, they could just be scoping out the Pentagon.

Sundowner

These two are total bros. They’re both former Army, Chinook was a combat medic and Sunny D was a grunt, so they bond over shared experiences and swapping war stories. Chinook keeps up a pretty professional demeanor unless he and Sundowner are in the same room. Many a time one of them has been leading training or giving potential customers or recruits a tour of their facility, only for it to be interrupted by the other running up and slapping him upside the head. Chinook sort of bounces off his energy when they're around each other and swears 3x more than usual.

Their dynamic was inspired by some of the drill sergeants and NCOs I trained under during my very brief military experience, they were always messing with each other. One second our senior drill sergeant is smoking the platoon because someone mouthed off in formation, then third platoon’s drill sergeant creeps up behind him and kangaroo kicks him in the ass, then they’re giggling and fistfighting while us trainees are dying in the halfway down pushup position. I miss those mfs. 🥲

Jetstream Sam

Chinook was the one who designed and helped install Sam's arm. They're not AS close as the rest, as Sam's still relatively new, but they clicked pretty fast after the initial Arm Incident. Chinook is a big military history nerd, so he was eager to learn about Sam's samurai family background. They meet up to spar sometimes, whether for actual practice or just for shits and giggles. They're mostly evenly matched in terms of speed and strength, but seven times out of ten their fights still end in Chinook getting his ass handed to him.

Senator Armstrong

Chinook, despite having spent a significant portion of his life working for the government, distrusts and dislikes politicians, and by default is VERY leery of Armstrong. He is civil to him, figuring if the Winds are cool with Armstrong, then he’s gotta be cool with Armstrong too. But the iffiness is still very much there.

#mgr oc #mgrr #mgr #metal gear rising #winds of destruction #metal gear rising revengeance #mgs #mgs oc

[bambiesque]

New thread for CBaker!Doctor.

Serial: The Twin Dilemma - Well. That was a thing. Poor Peri has been grabbed, shaken, strangled. Why does she stay? CBaker!Doctor is not impressing me so far.

Serial: Attack of the Cybermen - CBaker!Doctor is a lot more likeable in this one. Peri is flourescent. The Cybermen are actually pretty creepy.

Serial: Vengeance on Varos - This is very grim. I don't like it. Sil is repulsive.

Serial: The Mark of the Rani - Peri is in a lovely outfit today. Oh, the scarecrow is moving. No thank you. Yay, the Master is back! Yay, the Rani! So much bickering - I love it. The three of them are ridiculous.

Serial: The Two Doctors - Jacqueline Pearce <3 How have they managed to make the Sontarans look worse? I'm actually mad about it.

Serial: Timelash - And now Paul Darrrow, yay. I am enjoying CBaker!Doctor and Peri's relationship. They're like an old married couple. I wish people would stop grabbing her though.

Serial: Revelation of the Daleks - "Shut the fool up" made me laugh but possibly for the wrong reasons. This is the most disappointing Dalek story there's ever been. So far. Eleanor Bron is the best thing about it.

Serial: Trial of a Timelord - The Mysterious Planet: What is this music? Lynda Bellingham is excellent. Peri looks like a grownup. Joan Sims!!! I quite like the framing device of the trial.

Serial: Trial of a Timelord - Mindwarp: So much neon. Ugh, Sil's back. Brian Blessed being Brian Blessed. Nooooooo. Peri. That was very strange.

Serial: Trial of a Timelord - Terror of the Vervoids: Honor Blackman! So Mel's just there, huh. Doing lots of exercise. It's so jarring. Parts 1 and 2 both ended with her screaming too - why?

Serial: Trial of a Timelord - The Ultimate Foe: The Master - Thank God! Love that he's like, "You tell them, babe!" And these echoing childrens voices are creepy af. I'm glad Peri is not dead, even if it was half-hearted.

CBaker!Doctor Era Round-up

Favourite Companion: Peri Brown.

Least favourite Companion: None

Favourite Serial: The Mark of the Rani

Least Favourite Serial: The Twin Dilemma

I feel really bad for Colin Baker, because he's not a bad Doctor - i like him more than Hartnell and Troughton. There's a lot of good stuff there and the problems aren't really of his making. You can feel the poor production now - and the fact Michael Grade wanted it gone - and it's disappointing.

Current Doctor standings

Davison

Pertwee

TBaker

CBaker

Troughton

Hartnell

Current Top 10 Companions (no change - Peri goes in at number 11)

Jo Grant

Tegan Jovanka

Barbara Wright

Vislor Turlough

Sarah Jane Smith

Nyssa of Traken

Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart

Leela

Romana II

Zoe

#doctor who #classic who #cbaker!doctor #sixth doctor