#me mad bc there was not space for me to write <- my brother in christ you made the space??? half cooked its ok

[fafrogke]

Inspired by THISSSS post that made a lot of sense and made my brain shake so hard it melted, i wanted to try to assign my angel's favorites so i put them together!

thinking that Ren could make friends with pokemon... one can just dream.,.. they're a menace

#14 days with you #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #14dwy oc #me mad bc there was not space for me to write <- my brother in christ you made the space??? half cooked its ok #in all honesty i don't know much about these little guys i just did research bc i was curious and it sounds fun and friendship yyeeyy #hope nobody minds the disproportion of heights or tries to make sense of the weights my mind it's already beating itself with that #WHY ARE THE LITTLE GUYS SO BIG AND HEAVY i mean it makes sense but #i just wanted to draw and my brain got fried thinking about making sense of the compositions with the data i was searching #and i just got tired thinking about 4 and i wanted to do moreee aaughhf #like Vi's pokemon having a theme of elegance and whimsy with strenght or Leon with themes of strenght to protect and keeping #an eye on what they care for and taking pride on it and Moth with their cool bugcore team and Elanor chilling with company #im getting too conscious the rush of finishing this is dissipating just post it just do it you ca #okback to my enclosure 🍖 #i waited 2 days bc i got scared hiii goodnighhhtt

[fiapartridge]

🥥 adam fantilli again bc tay and adam are my 2 fav things!!!!!!

STOP ADAM AND TAY R SUCH A POWERFUL COMBO AND HE IS SOOOOO YOU BELONG WITH ME CODED LIKE IK ITS SO BASIC but it's the cutest song ever and he's the cutest

and this was actually so fucking cute to write UGH I LOVEDDD THIS

His head rested on your lap, your hands raking through his hair as he vented to you about the events that took place earlier that night. “And then she said I didn't care about her. I- I mean, I didn’t mean to make her feel that way. I just–”

“Wait, so just let me get this straight. She told you to buy her a $2,000 dress, and you said no because you couldn’t afford it—understandably—and she got mad at you? I mean, Adam—”

“You’re making her seem like she’s a bad person,” he said, sitting up and taking the spot across from you on your tiny twin sized bed. You two sat in your dorm room, doing your daily talk about what Katerina, Adam’s girlfriend, did this time. And it hurt knowing that the guy you have been in love with your entire life is in love with someone else, but he was your best friend, you had no choice but to stand back and support him.

You met Adam when you were 14 when he joined his brother at Kimball Union Academy in New Hampshire. You were initially friends with Luca having met him in the library at school. He was struggling with math and every time you heard him get an equation wrong on those flimsy little flashcards, you cringed a little. So, taking it upon yourself (you were quite the confident 14-year-old), you sat down next to him, outstretched your hand, introduced yourself as his new tutor, and shooed away the poor kid who desperately thanked you for getting him out of that. 

After a year of tutoring Luca, you two became inseparable, and when you heard that his younger brother was coming to play hockey for the school, you knew you had to meet him. And, most of the time, you were glad that you did, except for nights like these.

You laughed incredulously. “Adam, she got mad at you for not being able to afford an expensive dress. She’s not really the best person.”

“She might not be the best all the time—”

You scoffed, grabbing his hands and holding them in yours as you stared at him intently. “You deserve someone who is the best all the time; someone who genuinely makes you happy; who doesn’t leave you like this every single night.” You deserve me, you wanted to say, but you clamped your lips shut before your true feelings could ever manage to escape.

Huffing and dismissing your words, he pushed you to the side, laying down on the small space beside you. His hands resting behind his head, he stared at the ceiling as you kept your arms secured to your sides. Sometimes you were scared to get too close to him, afraid of what you might do in a fit of spontaneity, scared that you could ruin your entire friendship in one heated moment. 

“This whole girlfriend thing is so complicated,” he murmured absentmindedly before turning to the side, facing you. “Still up for the marriage at 30 rule?”

You shook your head, breathing out a laugh. “You wanna say that when you have a girlfriend right now?”

Adam shrugged. “Just taking extra precautions.”

Rolling your eyes, you spun onto your side, looking at him dead-on. “What if I end up in a relationship and you don’t?”

“Then I’ll ruin his fucking life,” he replied, a small smile dancing on his lips. You knew he was joking, but sometimes you wished he wasn’t. You wished he saw a life where you could be the one he marries, a life where he could be happy with you, not just as an extra precaution, but because he really wanted to. 

“Will Kat be at the game tomorrow?” you asked randomly, as if the question just morphed itself out of thin air. She was never there. She was always busy with something: shopping with the girls, working out with a classmate, practicing cheer drills. You were so convinced that she has never even seen Adam in his hockey gear. 

You were there every game, cheering him on from the student section, pretending not to catch the disappointed expression on his face every time he realized she wasn’t there—again. 

And just like time and time before, Adam with his ever present hopeful spirit, sighed and said, “Hope so.”

—

They were up 4-1. 

The children of Yost screamed so loud, you were sure that the top of the building could fly off at any minute. And just as Rutger Mcgroarty scored the last and final game-winning goal, making the score 5-1, the crowd burst into another set of chants as you watched the boys jump each other on the ice. Everyone looked so happy, and for the first time, that happiness included Adam.

You waited in the lobby, ready to congratulate him and the rest of the team on the win, like you do every game. Truth be told, you loved seeing a freshly showered Adam, high off a well-deserved win. And expecting to have to find his tall figure in the crowd of students, you jumped back as he found you immediately.

The lobby was crowded, excited conversations filing into the room, leaving Adam to shout in your direction. “I saw you out there!”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You see me every time!”

He smiled, his brows furrowing simultaneously as if realizing something. In mere seconds, he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the exit. You wanted to protest, to tell him that you had to congratulate the rest of the boys, especially Luca, but Adam was holding your hand and it felt so perfect. It felt like this was your life. Adam holding your hand, pulling you to secluded spaces, spaces meant just for the two of you. It felt like it was meant to be, like you were made for this; for him.

You guys rounded the side of the building, your arms hugging your body as the snow slowly rained down on you two. The lights outside flickered dimly, but you saw his smile, and you didn’t care about anything but him. In your mind, it was just Adam, Adam, Adam. 

“It’s so easy with you,” is the first thing he said. You pulled your brows together, confused as to what he meant by that. Noticing your expression, he went on. “I mean, tell me the last time you missed one of my games.”

You scoffed. “You are a conceited little shit, aren’t you?”

He shook his head, huffing out a laugh. “C’mon, just tell me.”

You racked your brain, trying to think back to the last time you missed one. And then, as if a lightbulb lit in your brain, you finally remembered. You think he remembered too. “We were 16, you were playing for the Chicago Steel, and I was dying from swine flu because your ass decided to make me a grilled cheese with expired butter.”

“Okay, okay!” He held his hands up in defense. “I did rush to your aid after the game, though.”

“Yeah, and you agreed to get me a wet towel if I watched an hour of your game highlights,” you retorted, the conversation replacing the chills in your body with warm, happy memories.

He stuffed his cold hands in his pockets, shrugging. “Well, my point is!” he said, sending you into a fit of laughter. 

“You are so stupid!”

“And that was so uncalled for!” he chuckled, tilting his head down at you. You looked like some sort of snow princess with the white flakes delicately landing on your hair. Your cute nose was red and he watched you shiver as he slipped his arms around your torso, pulling you to his chest as your arms instinctively wrapped around him. It was foreign for the two of you to be hugging, but this one felt different.

“My point is,” he restarted. “you have been to almost all of my games.”

You nodded in response, wondering where this was going. And you were even more curious when he said, “What’s my favorite color?”

With no hesitation, you responded with, “Blue.”

“Where was I born?”

“Are you really making me do an Adam Fantilli quiz? I mean, I knew your ego was high, but—”

“C’mon,” he laughed, resting his chin on your head.

You smiled. “Nobleton.”

“My real name?”

“Adamo,” you answered before taking a step back from his grasp. “She didn’t know that?”

He shrugged. “She didn’t know anything about me—not like you do.”

You sighed. You didn’t want to do this while he was with Kat. While you didn’t like her, it felt wrong to think about him like this when you felt that, maybe just maybe, he might be thinking about you in the same way. “Adam—”

“I broke up with her last night when I left your dorm.”

Your head raised, meeting his gentle gaze. You were shocked. He liked her so much, I mean, he was defending her the entire night. What happened?

Holding your hands, just as you hand done to him the night before, he took a step closer as you felt the heat radiate off of him and onto you. “You told me I deserve someone who makes me happy. I deserve someone who won’t miss a single game unless I food poisoned her, who knows me—not just surface level me—who doesn’t make me feel bad about anything. I’m convinced I have never felt bad when I’m with you. You belong with me, Y/N, and... I have only ever belonged to you."

#> fias 600 celly! ★ #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli fluff #columbus blue jackets #adam fantilli #taylor swift #hockey imagines #university of michigan #umich hockey

[tangerinesilk]

－ I CAN SEE YOU : TANGERINE X FEM!READER

tangerine is going on a solo mission… well, at least he thinks he is. with lemon missing by his side, he’s left with one other option that is supposed to make his job easier. unfortunately for him, you’re not the easiest to work with. stubborn, strong-minded and feisty. you’re both so alike yet nothing has made your bloods boil more than each other. 

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

warnings ✷ (very quick) smut: fem receiving, kisses all over bodies, a needy but quick hj, p in v, dirty talk, praising, implied rough (consensual) sex / others: cursing, drinking alcohol, mention and use of guns and violence, male hurting female (?) but not between main characters, mentions of blood and wounds.

tropes ✷ enemies to lovers!!!, person a is all talk no bite + person b knows that but still pushes them, playful banter, hiding together in small spaces, fake dating (?), if one is hurt– the other goes a bit crazy, says ‘i dont care’ then cares 5 seconds later. 

word count ✷ 6k!

songs that fit the vibe ✷ i can see you - taylor swift | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia + the weeknd | king of my heart - taylor swift | attention - charlie puth | nonsense - sabrina carpenter

a/n ✷ so i made a poll a months ago and this trope + pairing won! i’ve honestly been wanting to write a dave lizewski one as well and got a request idea. so.. we will see lmao. i will probably post then maybe edit later if there's still things i don't like... also, if you couldn't tell but im kind of a swiftie so i will love to write fics inspired by whole ass albums y'all.

but i hope this is what u guys expected and wanted. i actually do love writing for tangerine. just gives into my delulu thoughts. also, if you guys would like a plain pwp fic and not all of this fluff and dialogue stuffed inside, pls let me know bc i am definitely into that idea. 🫡

“You had to go and get yourself shot… then you wonder why you have to wear a bulletproof vest. Fuckin’ hell.” 

Tangerine kept his voice at a hushed tone, basically talking under his breath as he strutted through the grand hall of the hotel. Golden light glossed over his figure, passing by couples who were at standing tables with their cocktails.

“Well, Thomas said-”

“Thomas didn’t say shit. Don’t get me fuckin’ started now.”

Lemon already knew Tan was in a bad mood. Another Thomas the Tank Engine factoid wasn’t a playful move right now.

“Hey, mate. Don’t get all fussy wit’ me. You’re just mad about your new partner for the night.” Lemon rolled his eyes.

“Can’t believe I can’t be held accountable of myself. I can handle it on my own but you had to call the fuckin’ princess-” 

“She’s good. Your denial is obnoxious, bruv. It’s only a night, you get in and get out.” Lemon replied, holding his wounded side as he laid in his bed back in England, “What happened between you two that you’ve got beef like this?”

“No time to explain nor do I have the patience.” He arrived at the small bar to the side of the room, “If I leave her behind, can I take half the pay that’s supposed to be hers?” Tangerine asked.

“She’s supposed to be wearing a red dress. You’ll see her there… and please don’t cause a scene.” His brother begged.

“No promises.” He replied before hanging up. 

Tangerine blows a sigh past his lips, quickly asking for his drink of choice before scanning the mass of people around him. His blue eyes could only search so fast for the man that the hit was called on, causing him an instant frustration when he’s already worried about you ruining things regardless of how long you’re together.

“He’s next to the woman in the tacky gold ballgown… about two feet away from the ice sculpture.” Your soft voice suddenly spoke next to him, “But, I didn’t need to tell you that, right?”

The smirk on your face burned at his nerves and you noticed the clench in his jaw.

“Well, if it isn’t the fuckin’ Queen herself.” He said in a stern tone, “What? Germany was too borin’ for ya? Had to figure out a way to ruin someone’s operation?”

“Lemon is the one who called me in, and it isn’t about you. It’s about the pay out… you’re bound to screw something up with your ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ tactic.” You trailed, rolling your eyes as you turned your head away.

“And I’m certainly not afraid to use that tonight and not your fucked up, painfully long mind games like some fuckin’ psycho thilling killer.” He spat as his drink was place in front of him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fuck you.”

“Darling, I’m flattered, but we have more important things to do right now.” He lowly groaned, purposefully looking at his target so his back was facing toward you.

Behind his tall stature, you glimpsed past his shoulder and saw your target chatting up a woman. 

He won’t be smiling for long, you thought.

“Alright, I’ll wait for him to slip away, follow him and you go through the kitchen.” Tangerine said under his breath, keeping quiet for only you to hear him.

“To go where?” You ask, walking around him to stand face to face.

“Erm…” He sighed, “Whatever car or vehicle you got here in, drive yourself back to whatever place you’re staying and I’ll figure out how to wire you the money.” He shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

He took a step but you placed your hand on the center of his chest, “Not so fast. I’m not going down if you make a mess of this.”

“I don’t make messes. Well, actually, I get away with them once I’ve done ‘em so, I don’t need to worry about a liability.” Tangerine smirked, a bit of a tilt to his head. Cheeky bastard.

“The only liability here is the one who is ready to pull the trigger in his back.” You said before huffing, “I’m not sorry for what happened in Paris, but that was my choice. So, I’m going with you because it’s our operation. You know… I don’t need a fucking helping hand either.” You practically growled.

The two of you held a long gaze, creating a tense eye contact before he sighed, “Didn’t even say anythin’ about Paris, but if you’d like to assume I’m still mad ‘bout that, be my guest, princess.”

His shoulder bumped yours, making you clench your jaw before quickly following behind his tall stature. While he seemed persistent, you grabbed his hand which made him stop in his tracks in the middle of the dance floor.

He turned, “Am I your babysitter?”

“No, you’re my date. Hold my hand, you idiot.” Your eyes pierced through his.

As he looked down at your hand, he slowly grasped it, your fingers intertwining with one another’s before he proceeded through the glamorous crowd.

Couples swayed and waltzed between each step you took, assuming you were unnoticed by your target. Tangerine kept his eyes on him, easy to with the frosty-white full head of hair he had slicked back. The woman in the tacky dress ran her hand down his shoulder, pressing her lips to his ear to whisper something which made you and Tangerine veer to the side at a standing table.

“Are they movin’?” He asked, facing his back toward them.

Your eyes smoothly shift, taking a quick glance at the assumed couple. You ran your hand down Tangerine’s arm, accidentally feeling how toned his bicep was through the thick fabric of his suit jacket. You almost glanced down, wanting to give another squeeze before clearing your throat. A heat rose on your cheeks as you turned your head to face away from him.

“Y-Yeah, near the bathroom. There’s also a backdoor that leads up to the second floor… lots of private rooms for reasons that are obvious.” You said in a hushed tone, moving away from him to the other side of the table.

“Alright, since you wanna tag along, I’ll follow them and you cover the door.” Tangerine suggested once again.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You do understand what teamwork is, yes?”

He chuckled, “Yes, I go up there, shoot a few rounds, then we make a getaway.”

“Will you just trust me?”

“Your trust means nothing… I need to know you’re not going to fuck anything up. Just like in Paris.”

You smirked, “So you do have that against me.”

“Well, it’s not like it was your best. Leave me with a shot in the arm, Lemon on the ground and you, little miss greed, get away with your cash. If we all did this job for money, we wouldn’t be riskin’ our lives just runnin’ around killin’ or resucin’ people just for someone’s dime. You obviously do though.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You don’t know me…”

“Nor do you know me so…” He huffed, “Let’s just do what we have to do.”

There was tension between you, as if there was more fo a protective instinct than hate toward one another. You couldn't figure out Tangerine’s deal. Why was he so hostile toward you? Yes, what happened in Paris was fucked up, but he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge. He didn’t take shit from anyone, so why were you getting under his skin?

“Shit!” He grunted under his breath, seeing your target disappear into the hall.

The two of you hurry, yet still try to act casual to not raise eyebrows, and exit into the same hallway. As you push open the door, you hear the two talking in the stairwell before another door closes.

“You got your gun on you?” He asked as his hand slid into the back of his pants.

“Of course.” You scoffed, tearing up the slit in your dress. He saw the small pistol strapped to your thigh, making his mouth a bit dry.

He nodded, “Good…” 

Taking a quick breath, Tangerine opened the door. You slipped through and he followed behind, your backs facing one another as you scanned the hallway. It wasn’t narrow but if anyone slipped out of one of the rooms, they were right in your sights.

“I’ll take this one, you take that one.” He whispered, pointing his gun to the opposite door of his.

With your heart in your throat, you slowly crack the door open and don’t see anyone before a body flies from behind and slammed the door open from Tangerine’s side. The woman lied dead on the floor, blood all over his dress, and just as you turned around, a punch slid across your cheek. 

Instinctively, you ducked to dodge the second jab and swoop under to get on the other side of the man as Tangerine wrapped his arms around the guy to pull him to the ground.

Tan loudly grunted as he tried to gain control, basically attempting to straddle him in order to push his arm against his neck. Even with all his strength, the man gripped his hands around Tangerine’s arms to throw him off along with trying to push his knee between his crotch.

“Watch the door!” Tan directed to you. 

You nodded, catching your breath with your back against the wall by the door. The adrenaline ran through your veins and heard your heartbeat in your ears as one tear of blood dripped down your cheek. The crack of bones made you turn your head, seeing the man’s body go limp as Tan began to stand over him.

He quickly walked over the man, as if he was in the way, and comes to your side.

“He nicked you bad. Lemme see.” Tan said, your eyes meeting his as he held your cheek. The touch of his hand seemed to be some comfort, his thumb wiping the blood away and trying to see how bad the wound was.

“Bastard.” He muttered, “C’mon, let’s go before someone comes up.”

Without a word in, he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind his lead. You two headed for the exit door down the other side of the hall as you heard footsteps rumble from the other stairs you came up.

“Wait a minute.” Tan said, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Your eyes widen, “What on earth are you doing?”

He smirked, “Relax, darling. You flatter yourself too much.”

You rolled your eyes as the sound of his belt slid against the fabric of his belt loops before curling the leather strap around the door to keep it locked. The two of you fled down the stairs and suddenly found yourselves in the kitchen area. A few eyes followed as you both ran through, very obvious that you were running from something, but still aimed to get to some kind of exit.

With sudden luck, Tangerine saw his car across the street, instantly knowing which way he was supposed to go. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your hand once more and the two of you ran across the street. Hopping into the passenger seat and Tan taking off was like a blur, just happening in seconds.

“Y/N?” Tan saying your name woke you from your trance.

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head.

He quickly turned his head, “You alright?” He said with concern, one hand on the steering wheel and his foot easing off the gas.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I don’t know what happened back there.” You trailed, a bit embarrassed. You were never one to let your guard down, well– enough to get hit right smack in the face.

“Are you sure?”

You turned your attention to him, “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked rhetorically.

“‘Cause of that big cut on your cheek.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Alright, what’s your big plan now, Einstein? Were just going to sleep in your car and hope we don’t wake up decapitated?”

He half-chuckled, “You truly think so little of me, don’t you?”

“Is that rhetorical?”

Tan rolled his blue eyes, “We’re goin’ somewhere safe.”

– – –

You wanted to believe you were strolling into some kind of trap. The lobby had a classic aesthetic to it, pale gold wallpaper and a wall of keys behind the person at the small front desk. You two placed your go-bags on the red carpeted ground as Tangerine checked into a room.

“Hello Mr. Tangerine.”

Oh, great. He’s some guest of honor here.

“‘Ello, Colin. My usual room.”

“Is that what you say in front of all the girls?” You tilted your head, standing behind him.

He rolled his eyes, “‘Cuse her.”

The man chuckled, crinkles by his eyes, “How many nights are you staying this time?”

This time. You could scoff out loud but you didn’t want to hear the tude from him.

“Just overnight. Nothin’ too serious.”

“Well, enjoy your stay, as always.” The man nodded before Tangerine thanked him.

The two of you head toward the old elevator, watching him quickly press the up button before you stand by his side. You half chuckled, “I’ve never seen you act so kindly toward anyone, tell me, does he see you bring girls through here all the time or-”

“Has anyone ever told you to shut your pie hole?”

“Hmm, not verbally. But, those eyes of your say enough for me… you’re too predictable, sometimes, Tan.”

He gave you a lingering look as the door opened, passing him into the elevator. The two of you make your way to the fifth floor and the hall is eerily quite for a hotel full of private contractors and assassins. You had your hands behind your back then patiently waited for Tangerine to jiggle the key into the lock, opening a door to a huge room with a surprisingly wide view.

“You’d think the curtains were closed.” You muttered as he walked over, closing them anyways.

Suddenly, he stripped from his suit jacket and you couldn’t help but see how tight his button up was around his biceps and chest.

“Did you get that a size too small?” You ask as you chunk your heels into the corner.

“Well, I certainly can’t kill fuckin’ bloaks wearing baggy clothes now.”

“But, you can in a three piece suit?” You cocked your eyebrow.

He licked his lips, “As if your dress is a flexible material.” Tangerine said as he pulled his rings off, placing them on the night stand.

“I can say the same for your pants.”

Tangerine wanted to look down but didn’t give into your comment. You place your bag down on the bed, grabbing your silk pajamas nearly folded on top and changed in the bathroom.

“God, just go to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” You somewhat groaned.

You sit on the top of the bed, unfolding the duvet before shoving it off to get underneath them.

Tangerine paused, “What the fuck do you you’re doin’?”

You furrowed your eyebrow, “This thing called going to sleep. Try it sometime, you’d be less grouchy.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know that, smartass, I mean what’re you doin’ in the bed that I’m goin’ to be sleepin’ in too?”

You rolled over, putting your weight on your elbows, “I know you’re dramatic but this takes the cake for top performances.”

He faked a laugh, “If you don’t get your ass out of that bed in two seconds, I’ll throw you in the tub with a pillow.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to. Fine, do it.” You said before laying flat into the mattress, staring straight at the ceiling.

He didn’t care for your equal amount of sarcasm, but he just gave you a cocked eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. I’d rather sleep on the floor anyways.” He said, stretching his arms up and behind his head. Your eyes quickly admired his muscles before turning back.

“Be my guest, princess.” You scoffed, slipping on your pajama shorts, “I’ll enjoy my big comfy bed.”

You pulled the heavy duvet over your waist, curling up with the dense pillow beneath your head. 

Tangerine stood there, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you roll on your side. He tilted his head back before unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the desk chair. Although your eyes were closed, his side of the bed sunk in and you tried to hold back your smile at his faded stubbornness.

With your backs facing one another, you two just listened to the silence of the city. It gave you a moment to think of Paris– the last time you were with one another or much rather supposed to be against each other. You were a double agent, not exactly proud of it but you let greed take over your motivated justice. 

Having to scam Lemon and Tangerine wasn’t your finest hour either, you thought about it for months and finally coming face to face with Tangerine (out of the two, he wasn’t the one you would want to bump into again), all the guilt came rushing back like the snap of an elastic band.

– – –

The morning sun runs through the thin silk of the curtains, shining over your bodies in the bed. You wake up to the sound of light snoring, happy that you could sleep through it, and Tangerine in a deep slumber with his arm over the bed. He suddenly looked like innocence, so soft and tender, simply laying there like it was any other day.

You sit up, putting your hair out of your face then head to the bathroom. When you turn the light on, you’re almost surprised to see your reflection. Forgetting about the scar against your cheek, you look more rough around the edges. You sigh as you run your fingers over it, remembering the way Tangerine did last night.

After washing up, you go back out and Tangerine is now standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Your eyes quickly shift up his body, admiring the tattoos in their random places and how the band of his briefs rest on his hips. You sealed your lips from smiling at how sharp his v-line was accompanied by the happy trail disappearing into his pants.

“Sleep good with that stick in your ass?” You retort, passing him.

He rolled his eyes, “...You’re annoying, ya know that?”

“Oh, you’ve made that clear.” You mocked him as you closed the curtains more, “That’s why I love to do it.”

Tangerine flicked on the lamp, giving the room a warm glow.

“Alright, I say we lay low today. Better to be out of sight and–”

You cut him off, “Stuck in this room together?... are you trying to kill me t–”

He then put his hand over your mouth, looking deep into your eyes, “Yes, stuck in this room where we can keep an eye on each other and you can’t screw me over again.”

Your heart stopped for a split second, as if he couldn’t have been more of the controlling one. He took his hand away and you gulped, “Yep. Fine. Fair.”

Tangerine pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before you go to your bag in the chair that’s pushed in the corner of the room. You slightly bend over to look inside your duffle and his icy eyes can’t help but look up the back of your thighs and straight at your ass and lower back. How he could easily put his hands on your hips and make you hold onto something.

He shook his head, feeling like he was coming down with something to even imagine that thought.

You pulled out an old novel and sat yourself back on the bed, hoping that the hours would pass as you sank further into the broken-in mattress.

Tangerine sat down in the chair nudged into the corner, adjacent from your view, and he pulled out his gun that was conveniently tucked into the back of his pants.

“Are you actually holding me hostage?” You furrowed your brows, but didn’t take your eyes from your sentence.

“Whatever fantasy you’d like you believe.” He trailed, opening his gun and emptying his rounds into his palm.

– – –

Suddenly, you leaped out of a deep sleep. Your book laid open on your stomach while an extra pillow was between your legs. Your eyes fluttered open, thinking the past few days has been a dream, until you noticed Tangerine wasn’t sitting in the chair. You quickly looked around before hearing the bathroom door open and he stepped out, shirtless and in new dark slacks that rested on his hips.

Your mouth became dry. How could you dislike him so much yet here you are, ready to jump his bones as he crossed the room.

“What are you getting dressed for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

He half-chuckled at your groggy voice, “I want a drink.”

“Oh, like you’re not just going to abandon me here like I did you?... Where you go, I go.” You warned him.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“A bit hypocritical coming from you.”

Tangerine just ignored your smart comment and opened the door, letting you through first before he followed. His eyes, once again, trace your lower back and trailed down your legs. His cheeks flushed pink as he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he caught up to you so you two were walking side by side.

You pushed the faded down button as you pushed a big breath past your lips. Tangerine put his back against the wall and crossed his arms, his muscles basically restraining in his light button up. As you turned around, you rolled your eyes– but not at him, just at yourself. How could you have any little feeling for someone who also annoyed you to your core?

He took your silence as a bit of a tease. To be fair, you two didn’t really know one another. You met once before and then you simply betrayed him. Quickly, you were dead to him, but now you’re forced to be together and it raised an important question to himself too. Why was he helping someone who obviously can’t be trusted? 

Tangerine furrowed his eyebrows at that thought, knowing he would have thrown you to the wolves last night after you closed your eyes. He played with his watch a bit before the elevator dinged and caught both of your attentions.

After entering, the low-sounding shifting mechanics of the elevator were the only sounds between you two. You heard Tangerine sniffle, seeing him stretch his neck out of the corner of your eye, but you kept a straight view to the doors. While Tangerine thought you were continuing to give him the silent treatment, you were lost in your own thoughts of the past.

You flashbacked to your last night in Paris together, and remembered how the guilt creeped up on you knowing that, in a few hours, you’d have to betray both Lemon and Tangerine. Before knowing them, you didn’t care, but now that you’ve realized how hard you were falling for Tan, it felt like a double edged sword. If you didn’t do it, maybe you could stay with him– have a life together. But, if you went through with your selfish heist, you’d lose the guy who made you comfortable with being vulnerable after a long time. 

Obviously, you regretted your decision.

“Is this what you want?” You simply asked.

Tangerine quickly turned his head, “What?”

You rolled your eyes before facing his direction, “This.” You gestured between the two of you, “The weird animosity and constantly arguing and nit-picking?”

He never thought you’d be so bold to point it out, “I mean, we don’t like each other. Simple, isn’t it?”

“I guess…” You trailed, facing back toward the doors.

Tangerine licked his lips, wondering if he should utter the words on his tongue.

“...But, that doesn’t mean we can’t start over.”

You looked over your shoulder once more before turning around to him, “You mean that?”

He arched his eyebrow, “Should I regret it now?”

Just as the elevator dinged, the doors slowly opened and the hotel lobby appeared empty. You smirked to yourself, “Why don’t we catch up over that drink, huh?” You sort of teased– not sure if it had purpose.

– – –

Your drink tasted smooth, easily trailing down your throat as you leaned your head back to finish off the rest of the liquor in your glass. Once you tilted your head back straight, you were met with Tangerine’s signature eyebrow arch.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying for my own drinks.” You sighed, placing your glass back down on the wooden table top.

“As long as I don’t got to carry you back up to the room.” He sighed, sounding more defeated than witty, then his blue eyes glanced down then back into your eyes.

You hummed, running your finger along the rim of the empty glass. 

“‘right so, what’ve you been doin’ since we last…” He cleared his throat, “saw one other?”

You crossed your leg over the other, “Not much. Actually, it’s the first time I’ve been out for a while. After leaving you guys, I laid low in Tuscany.”

“For how long?”

You shrugged, “Five months? I was on the countryside and I wanted to be alone…” then, you smirked, “I heard that you were in Kyoto.” 

Tangerine could chuckle about it now, “For a bit. Had a job to do for some psychotic, fucked up family. The dad called in us, they were all turin’ on each other. Whole fuckin’ thing…”

“As in…” You trailed, “Against one another? The whole family?”

He just nodded before taking a sip of his drink.

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow… and you got out with no bruises or cuts? Bullet holes?”

Tangerine licked his lips before he presented the side of his neck, lighter skin over his tanner tone to show the scar. You carefully reached out, brushing your fingers against it which made a tingle go up his spine. You sit back down as he turned back in his chair, and he seemed to tense up.

“Amazing you survived it.” You sealed your lips.

He crossed his arms, “I supposed…”

A comfortable silent fell between you, the light, jazz music playing at a low, and Tangerine’s eyes trailed up the side of your bare leg. He didn’t mean to stare this much, but he felt more vulnerable than usual. One thing you knew is that Tangerine was a layered person, you had to take time to get to the center of him and realize he’s not so cold once you get to know him.

“Five months in Tuscany, I bet that was lovely.”

“Not really. I isolated the whole time… I wanted to be by myself, but I felt bad about what happened… what I did in Paris.” You admitted, but didn’t look into his eyes, fearing that he would turn on you in a second.

Tangerine sighed, “You had to do your job, we did ours… that’s ‘bout all that can be said.” 

Assuming from the lack of eye contact and his tone, he seemed hurt too. You could easily let it boost your ego, but, you actually felt a relief. This hatred you’ve held against each other has finally come down and even though it wasn’t actually said, both of you can feel hostility leave the room.

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Remember, we’re starting over. Clean slate. I hope I’m making a good impression so far.” You raised your eyebrows, lifting your glass again just to drink the mixture of watered down liquor. 

He chuckled, “You’re just lovely.”

The comment made your face get hot. You blame the accent and how it can just get under your skin.

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me something so nice.”

Tangerine smirked, “Funny since we’ve just met, darling.”

Darling.

It was the first time you heard it as a term of endearment then pure spite.

You rolled your eyes, but you could humor that Tangerine was going along with it. This new cheeky side of him was something you didn’t think existed– maybe it was the liquor talking, but you hoped it wasn’t just that simple.

“So, what brings you here?” You continued to tease, placing your elbows on the table, “Business… or pleasure?” Your hand laid on top of his, brushing your fingertips along the chunky rings that perfectly fit his fingers.

Multiples thoughts sounded through both your minds.

“Maybe it’s the liquor.” “Maybe we’re a little over our heads.” “Maybe we’re bored.”

But, Tangerine held your hand on top of the table, gently holding it as his thumb grazes over your knuckles.

“Depends…” He trailed, now leaning in too, “What are you here for?”

– – –

In just a few minutes, you two were back in the room you felt trapped in for hours.

Tangerine pressed your back against the wall, a tingle running up your spine from the coolness of the wallpaper. Your lips pressed together over and over, tilting your head before biting his bottom lip. He effortlessly lifted you up with his hand under the back of your thighs, and your ankles meet around his back.

He needed so bad, desperate even… and the feeling was mutual.

He put you down on your feet again, pressing a kiss against your scarred cheek then another on your jaw. His light kisses run down the middle of your breasts as his hand lifted up the end of your skirt. You pushed your hips out as your back was against the wall still, watching him pull down your panties in an instant. You kick them to the side and Tangerine placed your leg over his shoulder, kisses along your inner thigh and your hand ran through the front of his curls.

Suddenly, his tongue ran over your swollen clit before sucking on it. With one hand in his hair, the other caressing your breast and running your thumb over your nipple.

Tangerine panted, moving his hand against your pussy lips. He pushed them apart, showing your tight hole and how you clench around nothing. He lowly groaned, running his fingers over your clit before sliding his two fingers into your pussy. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moan stuck in your throat, watching him suck your clit and finger you at the same time.

Just as your climax neared, he felt your cunt tighten around his fingers. He couldn’t end it like this so, he took them away. You let your leg down, watching him come back up and tower over you.

“If I’m goin’ to make you cum…” He sighed, “I’m gonna be deep inside you when you fucking crumble.” He said so low before pressing his fingers against your tongue, and you tasted yourself.

You pulled his hand back, running your thumbs over his tattooed hand.

“Not if I make you cum first.” You trailed, moving his hand down so you could kiss him.

He could drop to his knees in an instant, but Tangerine surprisingly kept his composure. 

You smirked as you pushed him toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting it to make him sit down. As you stood in front of him, he leaned on his elbows as he watched your dress drop to the floor. It pooled at your ankles and when his eyes shifted back up, so glossed over, your bare body was the center of his attention.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ll last.” You taunted.

As much as he could snap back, you straddled him and pulled apart his tightly buttoned shirt. Your hands ran over his toned and tatted chest before reaching down to his pants, unzipping the fly and he shuffled a bit to shift them off his hips. His cock was hard, restrained from his boxers and you felt flattered.

You giggled, leaning forward to share a slow kiss with him. Your bare pussy rubbed against his cock as you moved closer to him. A low groan mumbled between your makeout, and you pushed him back so you two both fell on the bed.

Your hands pressed into each side of the mattress, gaining strength to help yourself grind against his hard. His big hands tightly held your hips as you continued your smooth momentum, whimpering at your clit being rubbed by your harsh grind.

As heat rose in the room, your right hand dipped between the two of you, and ran over his hard cock once more. Tan’s lips now desperately met your jaw before taking a light bite at your neck. The feeling of your hand caressing through his boxers could make him release right there.

Becoming more impatient, you finally pushed your hand into the band of his boxers and he once more moved his hips to shift out of them. 

“Fuck, your cock is so big… can barely hold it with my hand. God, I want you to stretch me out…” You moaned, “Is that okay?”

You purposefully let him believe that he was in charge, and you were falling into the submissive role. Tangerine gained a bit of confidence from your desperate comments, and he sat more up on the bed.

“Fucking christ…” Is all he could say.

He moved the swollen and red tip against your wet slit, also aching and needing your walls to wrap around him now. At first there was pressure, pushing the tip inside your hole then slowly guiding your hips down to completely take in every inch of his cock. 

Once he bottomed out, your body lightly shook as your lips brushed against his. He was fully inside you, the tight and warm feeling making him wither beneath you.

Tangerine moved his hand, kissing your shoulder, “God, you feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Don’t stop. Please…” You huffed.

– – –

Then, it was morning. 

The rising sun peaked through the small split of the curtains. As you tried to shift, your body ached throughout every muscle. A small groan left your lips, but you were pulled back by a strong arm wrapped around your waist.

It snapped you back into reality. Last night really happened… and you were okay with that.

Tangerine’s tattooed arm unconsciously tightened around you, holding you close still as he still slept behind you. You barely look over your shoulder and saw his face, his eyes still shut and his curls looked wild.

You faintly smile as you turn around to face him, and that’s what woke him up. He pulled his arms back and rubbed his eyes from the brightness of the sun coming in. You run your finger along a curl on his forehead, pushing it to the top of his head and your heart melted from the sight of those blue eyes.

“Did last night really happen?” You mumbled, but with a faint smile on your lips.

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, caressing his thumb against your jaw. 

“I think the real question is…” He trailed, “Do we stay another night or go back to pretending to not know each other's existences?”

You bit your bottom lip, lightly giggling, “I think we pick secret option three and go somewhere else. Get away for a while… see where this is going. Don’t you?”

Just at that moment, Tangerine’s phone vibrated in his pants that were on the floor next to the bed. He turned over on his other side, reaching down to pull it out and reading a text Lemon just sent.

“Got a call about a job in Budapest. Are you in or overstaying your weekend?”

Tangerine smirked at himself, then felt your lips press against his neck. You placed another kiss on his shoulder, leaving a tender love bite before he turned back around to kiss you. Maybe it was the natural thrill of the chase, but you loved the not knowing. 

Whatever was next, you could only hope that he kept it interesting.

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x you #tangerine fic

[justabigassnerd]

tw sad thoughts that I need to just get out

I hate myself.

I hate the way that I am as a person. I'm a people pleaser through and through and I literally hate being this way

I try to start establishing boundaries and protect myself and then I feel like a massive twat for doing so and then end up going right back to the way I was before

even when I am unmotivated to write I do my best to literally force myself to do so just because I feel like such a bitch for not doing it

I hate that I'm scared to form friendships both irl and online. I try to put myself out there on here and on Instagram but I've very quickly learnt that I more than likely won't get the same energy back from others (there are exceptions of course). to make matters worse is I'm quite introverted so I don't go out a lot (and I am not a big drinker so most people my age wouldn't like me on account of that bc my ideal night isn't going to pubs and clubs) and being so introverted also affects me online as well because I feel so desperate and horrible for even posting about feeling lonely or wanting friends

I have no confidence in myself and put myself down at every possible opportunity. I let people get into my head and talk me away from doing things I want to do

I tried helping out with housework the other day bc I was paranoid that my mum was mad at me for something and locked myself out of the house for over an hour in a t-shirt in the British cold. I literally sobbed on the front step for so long because I felt like such a colossal fuck up and like I can't do a single thing in this world right

not to mention I'm so sick and fucking tired of constantly coming second place to my younger brother. my parents claim they don't have favourites but it's beyond obvious that they prefer my brother over me. maybe I'm not the child they wanted and maybe I am just that much of a disappointment but either way it hurts me to my core to know my parents will always pick my brother over me

sorry for this rant I've really been struggling the past few days and this is one of the spaces I feel is truly mine to voice my thoughts

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd rambles #rants n rambles #personal rant #rant post #random rant #tw rant

[rsedits9420]

Can you write something about Holtzy getting in a fight at a party because someone was making fun of the reader

This isn’t how I wanted to do this.

Steven Holtz x reader blurb

Word count: 720

Masterlist

Y/n

Steve invited me out to this party that his teammates are throwing. After a 6 game heater, the boys need some fun. So that is why me, Steve, and Thomas are all rushing to the seniors house. “Well how was everyone’s week?” Thomas ask. “Dude you're being weird. Why?” Steve asks. “I’m no reason.” Steve looks at Thomas with an annoyed expression. “Am I not 3rd wheeling am I?” Thomas blurts out. My eyes open in shock. Me and Steve aren’t even dating. We’ve just been friends for 3 months now. Nothing more. As much as I hate it. I’ve liked him since the moment I met him. He’s kind, smart, and super attractive. What more could a girl want? “Anyways, when we get her y/n stick close. Who knows who all they invited over.” Steve says. I nod and then turn my head to look out the window.

After the awkward car ride, we arrived at the party. The whole front yard was flooded with people. I'm not used to seeing so many people in one tiny space. As Steve guided me into the house, I met with my friend Carly. “Girl come over here!” She shouts. “It’s ok, go. I’ll be close by.” Steve reassures me. I wave goodbye and walk towards Carly. “How’s Steven doing?” She asks. “He’s good, hockey is just starting back because of break, but he’s good.” She nods and says,” Well let’s have some fun why don’t we?” She grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, so we can make a drink.

About an hour later, me and Carly have moved into the living room talking to a couple of our other friends, when we hear some commotion. “Where is she? He needs her. Like now!” I hear someone yell. Then I’m met with the sight of Thomas and Brendan. “Y/n come with us. Steve, he needs you like bad.” Brendan says. “O-okay.” I mutter out. “Is he okay? Nothing happened to him right?” I have a question. “I mean he looks better than the other guy.” Thomas says. The other guy. What the hell happened?

The boys lead me out the back door and I’m met with Steve clutching an ice pack to his eye. “What the hell?!? I told you idiots I didn’t want her seeing me like this?” Steve shouts. “Holtzy, man you needed to calm down. That’s why we brought her.” Matty says. I go and sit beside him, and say,” Steve, what happened?” He starts to say,” H-he, he said… No. I’m not saying. I won’t let you hear.” My brows furrow. “Just tell me. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” He sighs and say softly,” He called you a puck bunny and a slut. I’m sorry y/n. I couldn’t hold it in. Nobody has the right to talk about you that way. Nobody.” He says. “Steve… It’s okay. I’m not mad. If anything, I’m grateful.” I say moving a piece of hair out of his face. “I just, it hurt to hear him say that. I like you so much, and hearing him say that, well it pissed me off. Where does he get off saying shit like that about you? My y/n should never and I mean never be talked about like that. So I snapped.” He says. “So I’m yours?” I flirt. “Damit. This isn’t how I wanted to do this. I’ve liked you for a while y/n. I was scared you were going to reject me.” I give him a confused look. “Me refuse you? Steven, I thought you were smart? Come on. I mean what isn’t there to like about you hm? You dummy, I’ve liked you since the first week we met.” He looks up in shock. “Actually?!” I nod. “Well then, y/n, are you free for dinner Sunday night?” I feel a smile creep on my face. “Why yes, I am Steven.” “Are you guys done with your lovey dovey time? Because the guys fRaT brothers are looking for you. And don’t worry. We called Nolan and Mark to escort you out of here.” Thomas jokes. “Yeah. We should probably get going.” Steve says to me. He talks my hand in his, and we walk to his car.

(Does he go by Steve or Steven??? Bc I have no clue)

#hockey #michigan #michigan hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #umich hockey #steve holtz #steven holtz #stevenholtzblurb

[gurugirl]

Guru! Angel love!! I've been slowly catching up with your writing and it's so good. I've been way behind but now the project I'm working on is over so I have time to breathe finally. I also subscribed to your patreon because I adore you and what you write.

The Trapper was so sweet. That was such a good story and I've never read anything like it before. I love your brain. Maybe Fate might be the cutest thing I've read. Harry is so hot. Also??? Ex boyfriend's dad? I'm obsessed. So looking forward to seeing the next part.

How has your week been? How is school? I know you said you've been busy with a class. I think you're killing it! Keep up the good work!

I'm also here because I want to vent. My girlfriend and I have been together for three months and two weeks ago I missed one of her texts to me. She needed me to pick her up but I didn't see it because I was with my brother (skipping boring details) and she was so mad at me. I didn't see her text until later that night and at first she was mad and wanted to talk about why I didn't see it and accusing me of things that were just not true.

And I thought we were working it out but now she won't call or text or anything. I'm devastated. I know I should just move on. Her anger toward me was unjustified and the sudden silent treatment is worse than her being made. I don't know what to do. Logically I know what to do. I've been giving her space but now this just feels mean. I'm so sad.

Sorry to dump my issues on you. I just wanted to get it out. It's been very hard on me not knowing why she's not talking to me anymore suddenly. I mean I get the argument we had but I thought we were moving past it and she believed me when I told her what happened.

Hi babe! First of all, thank you so much! This is so nice to hear 🥺 I appreciate your support so so much. The Trapper is one of my faves too 🥺 And I've just been loving writing ex-boyfriend's dad harry! So happy you like them!!

As for your girlfriend being upset with you over something you didn't do? It's possible she has trust issues and this is her problem to get over. It's not yours, even though you are being directly affected by her insecurity.

However, the silent treatment is cruel and manipulative. It's totally fine for someone to need space to think about something but to keep it up is abusive and very damaging to a relationship. It means she isn't mature enough to understand how to communicate issues properly and healthily with you. If she really wants to keep you in her life she'll speak to you about the issue but it sounds like after her bout of anger she may still not believe you and therefore is now stepping away from the relationship bc silent treatment will very very quickly erode your trust as well. I think a lot of people see no harm in such a response but it's used to inflict pain and maybe she's looking for an apology from you which it doesn't sound like you owe her.

Check out this article by PyschCentral to read in lay terms about the affects of being ignored and given the silent treatment. I had this article on hand because I'm finishing up a psychology of communication class and this is a source I used for a paper I wrote a couple weeks ago. There are also links to studies within if you want to take it further.

Babe, we've all been given the silent treatment but for it to go on for this long is very hurtful. Last time this happened to me I recognized what they were doing, gave them many chance to speak with me, and then cut them off before it did more damage to me (I also apologized at one point even though, upon learning why they were giving me the silent treatment, I hadn't done the thing they thought I did - so their manipulation worked on some level). Don't allow your girlfriend to make you feel this way. You need to take care of yourself first. Your mental health comes first. I'd step away and try to move on if I were you. If she comes to you to talk, hear her out but she owes you a massive apology and it sounds like she has a bunch of maturing to do.

Good luck, babe!

xoxo

#ask #patreon ask #personal stuff

[garden-of-athena]

coming back to the voltron renaissance in 2023 made me think about the old fandom and the new fandom, and how they never changed.

mostly the hate for sheith and the fanon interpretations of the paladins. i was a sheith shipper and i still love them so much. but back then and even now, people will label those who like sheith, no matter who they are, "p*dos", "incest shippers", or simply "proshippers". this issue has been talked about in the past, but i still see it in the voltron fandoms renaissance, so i just wanted to put my two cents about this issue.

since the hate was born from the fanon interpretations i will start there (please keep in mind that these are my opinions and im writing about the things ive seen personally, back then and even now):

i will start with lance actually. lance in canon is the flirty, happy, jokester, or as pidge said "the goofball". he flirts with women sometimes, makes jokes, but overall he is a capable paladin, and he is great at longe range weapons. he has his own set of insecurities and has expressed homesickness in the show when they were still in space. his insecurities came from thinking what he brings to the team isnt enough. this isnt a rant about the show itself (mostly) so i wont be talking about his missed potential here, many lance lovers already did that. now in his fanon version ive seen, especially back then, his insecurities and homesickness was turned up to a 100. he had depression, and hid it behind a happy facade. this isnt my problem with the fanon character. i completely understand projecting onto a character ypu relate to, i do it all the time. my issue, in a lot of fandoms not just voltron, is that sometimes people bash other characters or make them unnecessarily mean just to angst another character. i personally hate character bashing with a passion. it honestly makes me a little mad sometimes, because the character is the exact opposite of what the fandom portrays them as. im not trying to generalize the entire fandom, but i see this a lot in almost every fandom. its usually only a single character that gets bashed too. when i look at something for the character from a show/book/etc i want the actual character, preferably with hcs i find cool, not oc content made out of them. i like oc content separately thats another thing, but making characters into what theyre not defeats the purpose of liking them in the first place. thats what i almost always saw with "langst". unnecessary character bashing, mostly keith, almost always keith. was the team mean to him sometimes? yes! but lance wasnt the defenseless victim in any way, he retaliated. thats the whole point of his own "rivalry" with keith. to push each others buttons. i love when people make hcs for characters even if i dont like them, but not when it erases another character entire personality or watering it down. that was my issue with fanon lance. he wasnt hated by the team. do i have hcs that dont align with canon at all? yes yes i do!!! thats okay!! but i try to keep their personalities the same.

next up shiro, my sweet winter child. shiro is the "hero", always willing to do whats good for the majority. hes the leader, the champion of the empire, hes calm when he needs to be, but hes also playful sometimes, and adventurous, and (from the pre-kerb flashbacks) even a little bit of an adrenaline junkie probably. most importantly, hes young. not a teen young, but a young-adult. his trauma made him seem more "mature" and "responsible", and yes while he is responsible, he is nowhere near parental kinda responsibility. his fanon interpretation make him a father figure to all, tired™️, wants to die, single father to 4 children, etc etc. personally, i dont see it. hes at most an older brother figure to the garrison trio. also he is keiths best friend. not parental figure but best friend. he is maybe the dad friend of the group and thats a maybe. because of the “father figure” hc, a lot of people hated on sheith bc “ew dude thats his dad/brother”. this kinda thing is not exclusive to the vld fandom either, because genshin has this issue too. i wont be talking about it in depth but another ship i like, zhongxiao, is hated because of the very popular “father/son” hc that is not canon. fandoms need to learn that just because a hc is really popular doesnt mean it is actually canon. the fanon shiro has the feel of a middle aged dad, when in reality hes barely in his mid twenties. he makes stupid laser sounds, jumps off of cliffs in a hover bike, and goes on rides past curfew with keith. he was the youngest pilot to ever go to the edge of the solar system, it was literally said in the show. he was most likely 21-23 pre-kerb and 25 in s1. people forget that yes shiro aged a bit in space but so did the others. also he was dead for like 3 season so i dont think he aged that much then. he died when he was 25-26, i really dont think people age when they die but thats just me idk. if you age shiro up while keeping the other paladins in the 16-18 range thats weird, and if you attack people because of that thats weirder. his responsible nature probably was caused by his trauma when he was the champion. he had to mature to survive.

now, onto my specialest boy, my babygirl, my universe, keith. i will admit that i have a bias when it comes to him, but its probably not what youre thinking. first things first, ill say this again in another post too, i hc keith as strictly mlm, meaning i dont like any pairings with him that involve a female character, especially acxa (bc shes my gf). this does NOT mean that i will harass people who like it. it just means i will block you if you reblog or like posts with it, because thats what youre supposed to do if you see something you dont like. this was just a heads up just in case. back to the actual rant. keiths canon character is that he has trouble trusting people, but hes still kind, thoughtful, and sometimes playful too. like in s1 where he was having fun with the team. he has a edgy exterior, likely because he wants to drive people away before they can reject him. he has trouble understanding social cues and such, he is fiercely loyal and protective of his loved one(s). his fanon interpretation watered him down to "edgy teen", or sometimes an asshole. he was seen as emo and angsty, friends are for the weak, and "shiros emo son/brother". they took away the times he has shown vulnerability and kindness. when he put others no matter what above him during survival. he is not someone that would be mean for absolutely no reason, his rivalry with lance was mostly one-sided because lance initiated and he retaliated. his inability to understand social cues was most likely due to a) growing up in the foster system b) people not making an effort to know him, like shiro did, and shrugging him off as the emo loner kid and c) his year alone in the desert after his expulsion. some people made him up to be an asshole, or just plain stupid (lance sometimes got the "dumb one" treatment from the show but ive never seen it in the fandom, feel free to correct me). he was seen as edgy and emo for acting the way he did in s3 after shiro disappeared and before they found him. the treatment keith got, from both the show and the fandom, was so so bad. especially when it came to his trauma, grief, and his self-sacrificing tendencies. after shiro disappeared post-s2 keith lashed out, he was tense, from losing shiro AGAIN. there are, as we all know, 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. he had just gotten shiro back after everyone told him he was dead and then he lost him yet again, this time with no logical explanation as to why or how. he just disappeared, seemingly into thin air. there was no logical explanation, he couldnt linger in denial like before, because there was nothing to deny. shiro was gone. the others didnt understand, because they werent as close to shiro as keith was. he was their leader, their role model, their friend, sure but he was keiths best friend. the one person that didnt give up on keith even when everyone else did. their attempt at comfort fell flat, because they didnt understand what keith was going through, except for maybe pidge. keith didnt "get over it" at all, and it showed. it showed in his leadership, when he kept going after lotor, even if they kept getting their asses handed to them. i could make a separate long rant about hoe keith mental well being was always shrugged off, his sacrifices. another instance, was naxela, or however you spell it idk. keith almost sacrificed himself, almost died, to save everyone else. he was so so close to doing it that if lotor was even a second late he wouldve died. and no one acknowledged that, not even an "are you okay" from matt, who begged him not to do it. hell, shiro(kuron) even congratulated him for taking the shield down and saving them. imagine how fucked up it wouldve been if keith succeeded. keith self-sacrifices are never brought up, never acknowledged. the cartoon excuse wont work because the show did cover heavy topics at times. keiths inability to see himself as invaluable and important was further encouraged by the "mission before the individual" mindset. im about to lose my point and start ranting about keith.

now, sheith;

no sheith isnt incest. they arent and never was actual brothers (adopted or otherwise). the "youre my brother" line is what people always refer to in an arguement, but that isnt evidence. bc in s2 keith said "youre like a brother to me". "oh they have a brotherly relationship you cant ship them-" yes i can. yes i absolutely can. that arguement is literally just "smh cant two people be friends". because they are best friends first. and it was always keith saying those things, never shiro so i can make the arguement that if they had a brotherly relationship it was one sided. in the black paladins episode (still my favorite along the the bom) the clone didnt have a reaction to the "youre my brother" line, he specifically had a reaction to "i love you". there was a pause between those two lines, so i can make the argument that keith thought shiro only saw him as a brother, but when that didnt work, he confessed. but even without my own argument, they still are never brothers, otherwise they wouldnt have put a direct paralel between shiros ex-boyfriend and keith.

no sheith isnt a p*edo ship. keith in s1 was 18, and that wasnt even confirmed after a while. shiro was 25. in s6 keith was 21 and shiro, being dead, was most likely still 25. most people, like me, who shipped sheith started shipping them in s1, because it was clear they had a positive history. keiths first word was "shiro?" in the softest most vulnerable voice ever. shiro always showed concern for keith, the way the looked at each other was enough for people to like them as a ship. their wiki has an incredible amount of moments between them that can be interpreted as romantic. the ages were never an issue, if they were they wouldnt have said that they could be interpreted as romantic. even with the pre-kerb argument, because the ages arent confirmed, it never was.

this point is for shunk, shance, etc too. but bc sheith was and still is public enemy no1, i talk about them. sheith was popular, and at the time any ship with keith and lance that wasnt klance was hated by them, but sheith especially so. the fandom calmed down for a bit and now its back, i think, from what i saw. but the sheith argument is still going on. i got back into vld because of a keith edit i saw on tiktok, i wont lie. but the not so surprising thing was that sheith is still public enemy no1. you cant go one second without someone hating sheith and making fun of the shippers. its a "proship" apparently. hell my favorite keith editor literally has "shaladins dni". the hate for sheith specifically is still so strong. and its exhausting, i dont like people calling me a proshipper simply for liking a fictional ship that is in no way a proship.

i sat down for like probably an hour writing this just to get my thoughts out. i have been thinking about this for so long, even if this doesnt make sense or its stupid i really dont care. maybe tomorrow ill hate it, maybe ill delete it even who knows. im really glad that there are places where sheith is no longer shot on sight.

#sheith #voltron #rant post #really long post #this is just me ranting #feel free to ignore or tell me im wrong #im gonna be back to posting deranged posts after this dw dw

[moregraceful]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

this is such a nice exercise, thank you, i was just getting so ripped up over my wip while also trying to acknowledge that self-loathing wasn't going to make the editing process better in any meaningful way.

in no particular order:

5 Uses For A Parachute You Won’t Find In An Army Field Manual [band of brothers, gen, general]

(but which Major Dick Winters lets slide because it’s good for morale.)

this fic is one of my favorite fics i've ever written, it's so joyful!! but also such a big heart and so much love for the people in it. ah....friendship in a war zone...

And grace will lead us home [baseball rpf, bo bichette/vladimir guerrero jr, general]

Vlad knows only a couple things to be true. God is real, obviously. The sound of a ball hitting a wooden bat is the sound that the universe was made for. He’s in love with Bo.

i was down SO BAD for the bb jays in 2021. and so fascinated by vladdy and bo while knowing negative things about them...they were just always huggin on the bb jays instagram!! so i wrote a fic abt them that very gently plays with religious imagery and the concept of magic. it came together in a way i love so much.

Trust Me [jonas brothers/bandom, gen, teen]

Nick says, "I'm sorry. I was homeschooled."

"Then this will be a very interesting experience for you," says the tall blonde guy. "My name's Bob."

you know when you write something and you're like, this legitimately might be the greatest work i ever write? and you're literally 21? and it's not that it's the greatest thing you've ever written, but you're going through a really gross reality shock in your first two years away from home and so so many things are new and exciting and scary but you're starting to feel so interested in having a future, which you didn't really plan on during high school? the jonas brothers coming of age on warped tour 🤝 me at my shit ass small liberal arts school reading books by living non-white non-american authors

Don’t carry nothing but the righteous and the holy [hockey rpf, jasper weatherby/william eklund, teen]

Jasper Weatherby On William Eklund’s Return to San Jose April 8, 2022 | Sheng Peng, San Jose Hockey Now Jasper Weatherby was all smiles after today’s practice at the SAP Center. The reason? “I’m just excited to have Gecko back.” Jasper Weatherby and William Eklund were fast friends at the start of the 2021-2022 season. Weatherby and Eklund, who had been roommates throughout rookie camp and remained road roommates and hotelmates, had bonded over the unique experience of living in the Bay Area...

this fic literally exists outside the space-time continuum. like you have to read it as an artifact of its time (no cuda fandom, very small sharks fandom, william eklund a just-hatched baby bird with no feathers) for it to even be salvageable as a fanfic, but there like. WAS no time, there was only me, my growing jasper weatherby feelings, and an unexpected 10 day vacation at the end of the year. i love it so much and would write it completely differently if i wrote it now. so i'm very glad i wrote it when i did, because it just has so much love and is so hopeful and so chaotic.

Every year with you is better than the last [hockey rpf, devon toews/cale makar, explicit]

“Ah, it’s fine,” says Cale. “You don’t have to buy me anything.” “I want to,” says Devon, and once he says it, he realizes he really does. He doesn’t get a chance to give Cale presents often, because Cale makes more money than him and rarely asks for anything. Birthdays are hell with this guy. Something little goes a long way.

i actually don't even reread this regularly bc i get so mad about the process i went through while posting it, but it IS one of my favorite things that i've ever written. i really wanted to try to write a friends with benefits fic where they aren't In Love-in love and they stay friends only but are deeply committed to caring for each other. and i think i did that pretty well tbh. it came together how i wanted it to. though i sometimes think about the hypothetical future of cale and devon in the fic and get kind of sad. like, is there a future for them where they remain the same or does cale eventually fall for devon and the peace between them gets wrecked or does devon get traded and cale's little heart cracks without him, or. you know like what happens to cale, basically, i don't know. i'm not writing a sequel but i think about their future from cale's pov quite often

thank you for sending this, i really appreciate it!!!

#cage replies #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #anon

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TNG UPDATE TIME. it's been ages. monday we did "a matter of time" (boo) and wednesday we did "new ground" (holy shit).

a matter of time: did you guys know the little guy here played pestilence on spn? his vibes were horrific. he was awful. i don't say that about the actor himself, who was obviously very good if he could get us to lean back from our screens like that, but i did NOT like that. not one bit. now every time i see him in spn gifs i get scared

anyway it's been awhile since we had such a huge dud and i did not miss it. everybody was extra stupid this episode to make the bad guy seem smart, My Least Favorite. he was also there ALL THE TIME instead of giving us a break from him which was also super awful

also he tried to kidnap data, though i love that he failed hilariously and also they made a new jersey joke

i predicted the twist of this episode - that he was from the past, not the future - about halfway through. so at least i get to feel accomplished about something.

i do like that deanna told him to fuck off. she's never mean to anybody but he REALLY deserved it

new ground: I LOVE WORF................

i'm soooo mad at people in the star trek calling worf a deadbeat dad. idk if he does something shitty later but i totally understood the ethical dilemma in this ep maybe even perhaps better than the writers wanted me to bc the thing is like. sorry

CHILDREN

SHOULD

NOT

BE

ON

STARSHIPS

sorry to families with children. sorry to single mothers and actually to women everywhere. sorry even to wesley crusher, my perfect precious baby boy, who i will defend with my life. they SHOULD NOT BE ON STARSHIPS.

like, ok. let's get into it. i did think it was wack that worf initially sent alexander to his human parents...but that's because he wanted his son to have access to klingon society, which was something he himself DID NOT HAVE and COULD NOT GIVE ALEXANDER had anyone known alexander was worf's son. it was TOTALLY REASONABLE for worf to be thrown headfirst into parenthood and be smart enough to say, not only am i incapable of raising a child at this juncture in my life, i am incapable of connecting him to his culture, WHICH

WAS ALSO DENIED TO HIM. BY HIS MOTHER!!! LET'S NOT FORGET HIS MOM HATED KLINGONS like ik the writers forgot but EYE DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!

alexander's mother was a half-klingon woman who HATED KLINGONS. she at MULTIPLE POINTS made racist remarks about them and self-disparaging remarks about her own klingon heritage. she even gave alexander, despite being "more" klingon than human dna-wise, a HUMAN NAME. obviously the tng writing room wasnt going yeah ofc worf wants him to have access to klingon culture after all that but OFC HE DOES

which makes it wack to me that he sent alexander off to live with his parents and not his brother. NO ONE KNOWS kurn is worf's brother. he could have raised alexander on the klingon homeworld as his own, or even as his nephew, and no one would ever have known he was connected to worf. whereas sending alexander to live with the humans who raised worf is a huge indicator that he is worf's child

one might say, well he thinks klingon schools would be too harsh for this kid who was essentially raised as a human. this is a legitimate and valid concern he has in the episode as well. worf would not be as harsh as the klingon schools but he WOULD give alexander access to his klingon heritage. so that's the happy medium! as a side bonus we also don't give alexander EVEN MORE abandonment issues. the problem is,

CHILDREN SHOULDN'T BE ON A STARSHIP. we see in this very episode why they shouldn't be on a starship. "oh the saucer can separate whenever to protect the kiddos" SPACE IS DANGEROUS. they never have the budget or the time to separate the saucer. they just take all those little guys into horrible experiments whenever. i could almost understand if it was like, a spaceship that just delivered freight or something but it's an EXPLORATORY SHIP its SOLE PURPOSE is to head into unknown dangers. DON'T TAKE CHILDREN.

meanwhile worf is late to work meetings and gets commed twice about his kid while he's trying to explain himself to picard like...now you've got to consider the fact that people on the enterprise live at their workplace. they are basically on call 24/7. like if a space disaster strikes it is not gonna wait until you are through with your weekend relaxation or are finished putting your kid to bed. you CAN'T be on a starship and raise your child at the same time because as a parent you have to put your child first always and as a starship officer where EVERYONE COULD DIE AT ANY TIME you have to put the ship first always and TWO THINGS can't BOTH be first priority

like, worf is literally doing the best he can. maybe he should have sent alexander to live with his brother when he was still a little squirt but it may be too late for that now. there are quite literally no good options here to this moral dilemma of "where does my baby belong" which is actually so good because worf ALSO doesn't have a place he totally belongs. they both have a foot in each world. i bet it would be really good if it wasn't on tng

ANYWAY. sorry. there's a post in the george kirk tag about star trek fathers that disses worf and it makes me see red every time. wow! TONIGHT: "hero worship" (forboding title i hate tng episodes with kids) and "violations" (equally forboding title but here's hoping it just means we'll be playing riker roulette).

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb

[redrobin-detective]

It really confuses me how all the reviews on After Death are like “yeah you go Tim! Get out of there! Self care!” Like the complete opposite tone of what I was intending. I wrote when I was blisteringly hurt and angry after being ghosted not once but twice by my coworkers to present a project I’d worked hard on. I was mad and I wanted to write a tragedy to project that grief. 

Because that’s what I see that story as, a tragedy. I can’t read it over without feeling that grief and anger coming back. Tim is convinced he is unwanted and completely severs ties to the Batfam. In one sense it is better for him, lowering the stress and expectations but he directly states he would rather live alone than to only have half affection and that is... not a great state? Tim doesn’t do well by himself so in the short term it may be a relief its the start of what I predict to be a downward spiral of Tim flying solo without a net.

Bruce allows it because he thinks its what Tim wants, doesn’t really understand that he’s supposed to fight for his kids. He and Tim have always had a somewhat distant partnership, there always was some paper thin layer that prevented them from fully embracing as parent and child. Bruce is devastated, Tim is depressed and they let each other go bc they’re so similar they cant see the mutual cries for help.

Dick is not handling the situation well. He doesn’t cope well with loss and had been so busy with helping Dami and Jason that he let Tim slip out of his mind. Not to mention he’s still feeling the aftershocks of the Battle for the Cowl and was more than inclined to give Tim his space only to realize it was too much. Now once again he’s looking up and Tim is already gone and the bridge he always intended to build has turned into a chasm he can’t hope to cross.

Dami is feeling immense guilt, sorta correctly identifying his previous bad behavior as being responsible for driving Tim away. Distance has given Tim some clarity and he really does his best to soothe Damian but it’s not going to do much for Dami’s guilt. He drove his predecessor out of the family, had in fact become so comfortable with degrading and dismissing Tim that Dami is now questioning all of his forward progress in a way that’s really gonna haunt him.

And Jay, Jason is the only one with enough outside perspective to see this all coming. The other Bats are definitely resentful at Jason (and also Alf) for not bringing the issue up sooner even though it’s not up to them to tell the Bats to care for one of their own. Jason really does admire Tim for breaking away but will soon see the spiderweb of cracks its going to cause in the overall health of the family. He tries to establish a bond with Tim as a friend and not a brother until it becomes too awkward to ignore all the stuff that went down.

This is a Bad End AU, one written in anger and from an at the moment desire to cut off all the people I had worked so hard for with no reward. I’m glad people liked it and that people interpreted it well it’s just so fascinating to me because I just read it and feel such a heavy loss. 

#the way people read fics amazes me sometimes #like seriously its so cool how people can get a completely different tone than the one i intended #read it as a victory rather than a tragedy #i also wrote this as a deliberate commentary of 'Tim tries to leave the fam and is stopped at the last second' AUs I eat up #in my hurt and anger I said 'what if all those warning signals were ignored and put off until it WAS too late? Tim was already gone' #There is no relationship repairing here #they're not quite strangers #and Tim does sorta try and establish himself as a friend/mentor to Jay/Dami #but god its so awkward #the other heroes watch the batfam like slowly implode and crumple from within #god idk im so sad about it #anyway hi i did not mean to type so much #just rereading some of the prompts and i feel like crying

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hi hi!!! i really love your god ocs (kasifer, theresia, marzie) and was wondering to hear more about the universe they're from and etc? 👀 (only if you're okay with sharing of course!) i love all their designs so much shfjkgdf and i always love seeing them when u post art of them !!! (i also really love the lil demigod guy aaa!)

Oh!!! Thank you so so much for this ask, I could yell on about them for hours, there is too much to say so I’ll just mention some of the basics.

Under the cut bc I added a bunch of images

Also I am actually working on some tiny little informative blurb pages for the three of them! 👀

Ok! So basically there’s no overarching story, I’m not writing anything, they’re just vibing and the universe is really just a standard DnD medieval fantasy magic world with no historical accuracy whatsoever and alternate history haha 

My friend dubbed it “Godverse” and because I have no better name I’ve been calling it that too.

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In-universe presently Kasifer and Theresia, in human disguise, live among humans and made some friends that they open up to a little. Lots of slice of life bc they’re all socially awkward!

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Kasifer gradually befriends Hadiye who is very interested in all the doors he opens to her in a mad-scientist kinda way 

He also helps her get over the loss of her family and regularly visits a cafe that’s run by someone collecting artifacts related to gods.

Theresia’s daily life is a bit more loose, I haven’t quite worked it out ooops

But!

She’s the local smith

There’s a thing with her going undercover as a (very anarchistic) nun in a church dedicated to herself 

And a competitive one sided flirtation with a guy who’s based on Descole from Professor Layton who spitefully has a crush on her (I haven’t designed him so so far it’s just a crossover lol)

Marzie shows up later because she was believed to be dead for several thousand years.

She is walking in on her brother:

Having committed war crimes out of hubris as a result of being worshipped

Found family-ing the monster that might’ve killed her in the first place 

Said monster having took over her place as healing goddes of all things???

And thank you about the demigod spider too! Although she’s technically from a completely different story/world. 

However! it fit so well because of Magolor’s space powers and me wanting to make her a tarantula because I already HAD a space spider god from Godverse so I made her her mom and gave her mommy issues about it <3 

Also connecting the two so I would have the possibility of the lil spider being able to visit Godverse bc that’s what I’m mostly obsessed with

#ask #oc #ocs #kasifer #theresia #marzie #my art #this took me a while to answe haha I had to edit the text so it’d be short enough but informative-ish and it turned out rambly anyway oops #also I don’t think I ever uploaded some of these drawings #Theres a bunch of worldbuilding I have regarding the gods and how they came to be and how it works w them being the source of magic and blah #but the shortened version of that is really boring so I just focussed on the characters #also fun fact Kasifer and theresia are based on Grimm and the radiance from hollow knight

[labyrinthphanlivingafacade]

Hi love

I think you misinterpreted the mlmxreader post as an attack on people that write Corirose

I’m the anon that said that and while I don’t understand the appeal of it, I’d never want to keep people from writing what they want. You’re allowed to ship the Corinthian with whoever you want, obviously. I’m just mad that mlm and nblm finally got a a cool and interesting character and people immediately jumped to only shipping him with fem characters/ocs or only writing f!reader because he’s suddenly pansexual. I’m literally pansexual myself but I’m fucking frustrated that everything is catered to f!readers or cishet women in general. We have this character that’s openly interested in men and they just erase that part of him? As long as you recognize all aspects of his sexuality I’m fine with any ship, but don’t erase the parts that don’t include women.

You keep doing what you want to do!!

so glad to have your permission /s

anyways if you'd actually read any of the fic i wrote, you'd know that i do acknowledge his sexuality... & i write rose as being bi herself.

as for fandom being catered to women,,, i would hope the spaces they built would do that. even if frustrating to trans & queer ppl like us. like tumblr & ao3 fandom spaces were built by them & you dont think theyre gonna go buckwild? weird.

also of all the things ive posted on tumblr tagged "the corinthian" that have to do w corirose as ship are... *checks blog* brief analysis of a scene they share in the show, pages from the original comic that imply they have a red riding hood/the wolf coding, pages from the original comics that parallel one another (it's the alley fight scene if you're curious, which you arent bc if you were you'd have seen that the dirty cishet writing the ship you dont like is indeed a queer like you)

additionally there aren't really people that ship corirose. there's a person. me. im literally the only one writing for them or posting about their entwined arcs in the show. which is why i took offense. im literally the only one here. ive looked on ao3. there are 7 fics tagged as corirose. 2 are the corinthian/dream/rose, 1 is a one off that's like 1k words long, & the other 4 fully written fics are me. you were talking about me, which is fine. but next time dont be a little bitch & just tag me. maybe come off anon. or, if you're conflict averse, just fucking dm me if my work bothers you.

you asked why i didnt ship the corinthian w carl, the roommate, instead of rose. i ask why you think that would be interesting. feel free to answer that on anon or private dms if you'd like. i dont post screenshots. bc i dont ship rose & the corinthian bc she's a woman. i ship them bc he's a nightmare & she's the fucking VORTEX. bc he spends half of season 1 looking for her & being nice to her brother & trying to get her to kill dream which i wish she had bc it is utter BULLSHIT that both dream himself & the narrative insist that her death be a nobel sacrifice for the fate of the universe. that dream doesn't even really seem to fight for her. doesnt ask his siblings or parents for help so he doesnt have to kill her. just accepts the utter cosmic injustice that is murdering rose walker for no crime other than being born the vortex. the corinthian may have wanted her to live so he could be free of dream, but he wanted her to live. & rose as the vortex def has the power to destroy him, but probably never would bc she is an infinitely better person than dream. that is just so,,, COOL to me.

#& tbh i think rose walker could use someone who would enable her to be a bit selfish #anyways hi whatever [REDACTED] simp from the server sent me this

[reasoncourt]

Sursh I have to defend the original Star Wars trilogy which is in fact good and fun!! Kind of stupid but that’s part of why it’s so much fun. It has Chewbacca and Leia in the gold bikini (and also she gets to choke out the slug mf who put her in the bikini ❤️), the Darth Vader character arc is actually pretty interesting, Luke is kind of milquetoast imo but I think the Han-Leia and Han-Luke dynamics are a lot of fun. (Crotchety old man gets stuck with two people with magic space powers he doesn’t want to believe in that drive him bonkers). Also that post about how Han and Luke and Leia each believe they’re the voice of reason when in fact none of them are is very very true. Leia is pretty badass (thank you Carrie Fisher bc the original writing for her was apparently Not Great and Carrie fixed her ❤️). The Ewoks are kinda cute. Threepio and R2 are iconic ❤️ Idk this isn’t my best pitch but it is a lot of fun and I do still love those movies despite everything else thats happened with the fan base franchise!!! They should have just stopped after Return of the Jedi and they wouldnt have these problems 😭

(Also a lot of the Expanded Universe novels are actually pretty good, which is why I’m so mad they didn’t just use either the Zahn trilogy or the Bloodlines series as the basis for the new movies….. they were right there!!! They were so good!!! So in my mind those are canon and not the new trilogy)

for you brenna i will watch the original trilogy. at this point not watching them has basically just been me committing to the bit. i swore when i was 5 or something that i would never sit through it because my brother was really into it. same with the bourne trilogy. but i dont think he’s been into star wars for 15 years.... so can i really claim it’s the principle of it?..probably not

even though i have no star wars knowledge, though, i have always loved han and leia. how? idk. i think i wandered in while my family was watching it. and i used to love indiana jones. and carrie fisher is carrie fisher. who knows why. but invoking them has convinced me. i do need to see the story behind what i’ve shipped all my life

the only scene i remember seeing of star wars is when vader cuts off luke’s hand (if that doesn’t happen, ignore me, maybe it was a simpson’s episode)

also.. the star wars fanbase does seem v intense ... i will say that

#asks #brenna tag #sorry if none of this is coherent #it's 4am and im writing my dissertation still rip me

[leighsartworks216]

Witch in the Woods

Loki x gn!reader

This takes place before Thor 1 because baby Loki is baby

Warnings: poison? Like, it's not used, but it's talked about a lot, uhh mixed povs I guess?? Sometimes I pay more attention to Loki's thoughts vs the reader's, bc my mind is a mess

Word Count: 2694

ao3 link to fic

Loki Masterlist

Knock knock knock.

Asgard was a large realm. While the palace Valaskjalf, the BiFrost, and the town homes in between took up most of the attention of the floating rock (being front and center, as it were), there was still a large portion of land - forests, mountains - relatively untouched. There was really no need to go to the woods. While in the past, hunters may have stalked through the trees and underbrush, taking their prizes to the palace for the nearly nightly banquets, there was no reason for that now. The only people who would grace the trees and wildlife with their presence anymore were-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"I'M COMING! HOLD ON!"

With a huff, you swung open the door to your cottage. It was small, unassuming, and cozy. Odin had allowed you special permission to build a home in the forest behind Valaskjalf after you explained to him (and after his wife, Queen Frigga pressured him) that you needed the privacy for your magic. Now, away from the prying eyes and upturned noses of townsfolk, the only visitor you ever got out here was a certain Prince.

"You have no patience, Loki," you scolded. You turned back into your home, leaving the door open so he could follow.

"I've been told it's one of my many virtues."

You met each other's eyes, and each let out a quiet laugh. How many years now had you been friends? The God of Mischief and the Witch, latched to each others sides since you could walk - perhaps even before then.

"Why have you come to bother me today, oh Prince?" You gesture to a chair for Loki to sit in before you move to gather ingredients from a shelf. "I'm in the middle of a very temperamental potion. If I don't add the Soca Root at the exact right time, the whole batch is ruined."

He sighed, entering your space as if it were his own. "It's a lovely day of bickering in the palace. My oaf brother got into an argument with Volstagg, and they seem quite keen on destroying anything in sight." Loki walked to the boiling cauldron at your fireplace. Peering in, the contents seemed to be a rather viscous pink substance. He quirked an eyebrow. Potions weren't his magical expertise. His mother had raised him on spells and sorcery, not poisons and brews. "What is this potion supposed to do, anyway?"

You plucked a bottle off the shelf, glancing at the label to double-check you'd grabbed the correct one (although, let's face it, you'd been making potions for a hundred years - your muscle memory wasn't going to fail you now) before joining him by the fire. You hummed thoughtfully as you also peeked at the bubbling concoction.

"No idea."

He scoffed, grin tugging up his lips. "Then, why are you making it?"

"Because," you shrugged, "I saw it in one of my books and thought it might be a fun challenge."

"And your book failed to disclose its purpose?"

"It's a notebook from my grandmother, Loki," you explain with an eye roll, as if he should understand these things. He found the gesture quite cute. He had to stop himself from smiling. "She was mad. She threw things in the pot and would forget to write down what happened afterward."

His face scrunched up. "What usually happened afterward?"

"It would be poison."

"So, you could very well be making the most potent poison known to all existence?"

"No!" you argued. There was a pause as you opened the bottle and took out the Soca Root. It was dry and tough in your hands. Perfect. You tucked the bottle under your shoulder and snapped the root in half before chucking it in. The pink liquid in the cauldron fizzed, let out a large belch (which both you and Loki had to step away from for the stench), and then began changing to a vibrant blue color. "Maybe."

Loki watched as you safely tucked away the other half of the root back into the bottle, corking it shut once more. Then, back to your large bookshelf of ingredients you went to put it back in its place. You then reached to a lower shelf and grabbed a small pouch, tied neatly with twine.

"Speaking of making poison, just what exactly do you need sand from Svartalfheim for?"

"You truly managed to get some?" The incredulity in his voice was not an attack against you. He was truly rather impressed. "I thought Heimdall would report you to Odin and have you locked away in a heartbeat."

You scoffed, tossing him the bag of sand. He caught it with ease. As he carefully pulled apart the knot that held it closed, you walked over to peek in as well. You were still finding bits of the earth in your shoes. "He was certainly suspicious. I was sure I'd have to ask the Queen for permission. Once I explained it was an important ingredient in magic, he let me pass."

"And he didn't catch on to your little lie?" The sand inside the bag was dark, ashen. Loki could almost imagine the war that was fought on it eons ago; the lives lost, the blood shed. He snapped himself out of the gruesome thoughts when he raised his eyes to the sweet image of your face. You looked rather proud of yourself. Indeed, going to Svartalfheim was no easy feat, even if it held no real threats. You looked rather... precious this way.

"If he did, he didn't say anything." You smirked up at him, the same mischievous glint that had often been seen in his eyes mirrored in your own. "Maybe he wants to see whatever you're going to do with it blow up in your face."

He rolled his eyes and nimbly tied the bag back up. You followed curiously as he made his way to the door.

"Yes, well, unfortunately it will have to wait." He stopped at the door, shoulder leant against the frame, free hand on the handle. "As much as I'd love to stay here all day and avoid the squabble in the castle," he sighed at the mere thought of his brother, trying to hide the longing in his voice at the lingering idea in the back of his mind of spending more time with you, "Father is insistent that I work on 'diversifying my training.'"

You laughed at the mocking tone in his voice. It always flowed off his Silvertongue so effortlessly, like water dripping off a leaf. "Good luck with your training then, my Prince. Try not to get your ass kicked without me."

He chuckled. "Never, dear Witch." He gave a nod, turned to leave as he opened the door, and paused. He gestured to the cauldron still gurgling over the fire. "Don't test that on yourself, love. I would be lost without your company." With one last smirk, he saw himself out.

Loki had perhaps been planning this for far too long. Ever since he was a child, running around pretending to slay Jotuns with Thor, he had wished for nothing more. And yet, every time he saw you, even as he grew older, he just couldn't possibly ask to court you.

As children, you'd both started your tutelage under his mother, Frigga. Once you became old enough, however, your mother decided it was time for you to stop learning spells and sorcery and be taught the brewing techniques that had been passed down in your family for generations. It had been harder in those rocky "teenage" years to see each other, but Odin be damned if you didn't make it work.

And now, even now... Gods, why couldn't he just ask?

You'd confided in him under stars that no suitors had caught your eye. Not that many had really asked. While magic was respected, and potion brewing was especially practical, no one seemed to wish to get close. Your only solution was to distance yourself.

Oh how that hurt his heart. He wished for nothing more than to assure you that you are worth everything in the universe and more.

He picked at his palm anxiously. This would work. Well, he hoped it would. As his eyes roamed his set up, looking for anything that could possibly be out of place, he could only hope it would work.

"Keep your eyes closed," came Loki's voice to your left. "Absolutely no peeking!"

"Oh my Gods, Loki, where the Hel are you taking me?" The faux irritation in your voice was easily masked by the giggle you let out as you nearly tripped over something.

He quickly caught you with an arm around your waist, the other holding your arm as if to steer you. His voice was filled with mirth as he playfully chastised you. "Careful, love. And I told you: it's a surprise!"

His mind traveled ahead to the place he was taking you. It wasn't far now. His heart skipped a beat, and he prayed to the Aesir that he didn't sound nervous.

"The sand from Svartalfheim was the last ingredient I needed for a little potion of my own," he admitted. He gently guided you to walk left, watching your feet to make sure you wouldn't trip again.

"You..." You turned your face toward him, though your eyes were still closed. His heart fluttered in his face at your scrunched up face, the wrinkle between your brows from confusion. "You brewed something?"

He let out a breath of a laugh, certainly not as confident as he wished. Perhaps this was a bad idea. "Yes, well, I did need some assistance from my Mother."

The creases were instantly removed from your face in favor of a smile. The image of Loki confusedly pouring over a book and cauldron, face tight with worry, and his Mother easy gliding in and throwing what was necessary into the pot as if she were cooking a stew, formed itself in your mind. "What did you make?" you asked excitedly.

"We're almost there," he answered instead. You turned your head forward again, led blindly wherever he wished to take you. At least, he thought, as he took in your side profile, you'd like the effort.

"Okay," he near whispered, trying not to let his voice waver. "You may open your eyes now."

It took a second for you to fully take in what was in front of you. Loki had guided you through the forest to the edge of the water surrounding Asgard. Here, though, it was smooth, calm. Peaceful. On the ground next to the water, a thin blanket was laid out over the ground. A wicker basket sat, untouched, in the center, next to a bottle of Asgardian wine and two glasses, undoubtedly stolen from the Palace.

"Loki, this is..." You took a breath, stepping toward the blanket from his arms. "No one's ever done something like this for me before."

He stepped around your side to be in front of you, the sweetest smile on his face. "Come," he beckoned. He gently took both your hands in his, guiding you as he walked backwards toward the picnic. "I packed the best food and drink I could get my hands on. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

"What did you make?" you repeated your question from before. You followed him so willingly, with so much trust. He was never just the God of Mischief to you.

He turned his head, pretending to glance over his shoulder at the picnic as a way to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks. Ah, yes. The whole reason he's brought you here. "Well, love, I'd hoped to save it for later." When he turned back, he'd composed himself once more with one of his signature smirks.

You stopped, tugging his hands to pull him to a stop as well. His heart skipped a beat, panicked. Was it too much? Yet, you only looked up at him with stars in your eyes.

"Show me," you asked. "Please."

And how could he possibly refuse? No matter what his brain screamed, his heart was leaping. He knew, he knew, no matter what he presented in this moment, you would adore it. He could have gifted you a crumpled ball of parchment, and he knew you would still have held it close and stared at it like it was the universe in the palms of your hands.

He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat and nodded. "Of course, my dear."

He squeezed your hands, straightening his shoulders as he let you go. He turned and completed the last few steps between where you'd been standing and the picnic basket. The basket opened with a small creak, the weave of the reeds complaining from their lack of use. Cold hands wrapped around the jar inside, tucked away behind some grapes and nuts, and cradled the glass to his chest. His heart was concealed in the swirling liquid inside. He closed the basket once more and made his way back to you.

Handing you the jar in his hands was like handing over every emotion he'd contained within himself since your childhoods together. Every longing glance, every blush, every time he wished to hold your hand and brush the hair from your face. And you cradled it as gently as he had. His heart swelled at the affection you gave to the simple vessel as you raised it to your eyes so you could watch the dark, glimmering liquid inside spin and swirl.

"Loki," you gasped in awe, "this is beautiful."

"Open it."

Blue eyes met yours as you lowered the jar from your eyes. They flickered anxiously from your face to the container in your hands. You smiled, reassuring and calm, yet confused as to what this potion was for. You'd been brewing potions for a hundred years at least, and you'd never seen something even remotely as beautiful as this. You grabbed the clamp holding it shut, and released the seal.

In an instant, the world around you was gone. It was replaced with swirling images of the Queen's garden. You and Loki as children, running around and laughing about some prank. It was like you were seeing the memory through a haze. More colors swirled around as the scenery changed. Left and right, thousands of memories of you two as kids filled your vision. And through all of them, you could see Loki pout or turn away with blush on his cheeks, begin reaching for your hand before stopping himself, and the way he even watched with a dumb struck little smile as you told off Thor.

As the scenery changed to reflect your teenage years, it became images of you two sneaking out to continue seeing each other, even after your magical paths branched apart. You and Loki, hiding in the deepest parts of the forest, just to chat idly about your days or play-spar with his daggers. The one time you attended a royal ball and how he only had eyes for you the entire night. How he held you close, running fingers through your hair and speaking soft words of comfort once your last remaining family, your mother, passed. How he helped you plan out your cottage and assisted in moving your most precious items himself.

And the most recent years of your friendship, spent together through occasional visits to your cottage that both of you wished lasted longer. Lingering looks from Loki as you busied with making brews and potions for sick townsfolk, or even the way he brushed his fingers against yours when he took the vials from you to deliver them. It all took your breath away. You only felt the air rushing back into your lungs when the jar was clamped shut once more, Loki's hands over the lid, and he was looking at you with the brightest, most love-struck eyes in all the Realms.

"My dear Witch," he breathed. The night was quiet. Crickets chirped in the underbrush. A breeze rustled the trees. He swallowed. "I love you."

#loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #fluff #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

[mosviqu]

RICKY DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD SO THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY;-; i was so shocked about jake🥸 AND ALSO THE PREVIEWS ARE OUT AND I ALTEADY REALLY LOVE ALL OF THE SONGS LMAO HOPE U WILL LIKE THEM AS WELL ONCE THEIR ALBUM IS OUT!!! ze_rose and i'm🥱 but i came to accept it and i just ignore the underscore AND VERY HAPPY U ARE JOINGING TO THE GASLIGHTING LMAO

IT IS A 10/10 THEY WENT OFF SOO HARD WITH THIS ALBUM MY GOD!!!! MY TOP THREE WAS BASICALLY THE SAME PORTRAIT OF A BLANK SLATE CONSEQUENCES AND SCUM and dude i'm never replying this late anymore cuz finding ur reply and the review was😭 FOR PORTRAIT OF A BLANK SLATE SO TRUE ITS AN 11/10 SONG I WAS SO SHOCKED THAT THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST SONG AND ITS ALREADY THIS GOOD?!??!?!!??! u saying consequences is the step sister of perfume makes so much sense oh lord!!! that is such a wilbur thing to say and how lovejoy is i actually wouldn't be surprised if they would pull through with that idea and really hoping for u that they actually will!!!! i love warsaw so muuuuchhhh and i hope he continues to write more about european cities🤭 and the line u quoted made my jaw drop ngl when i heard it🫡 yesss they did play it before to my knowledge and he even posted a snippet once on twitter!! and scum i just love it so much the chorus soo much AND YES THE WAY WILBUR SINGS IT IS SO ADDICTING IMO!!! and golden hour dude the song my jaw was dropped the whole time like for every reason possible ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG BUT THE LYRICS DEFF LEFT ME SPEECHLESS LIKE MY GOD and tbh this might also be my fav so might should add that to the other three ngl (and also u mentioning me in the tags got me🤭🤭🤭hihi)

and very glad to see ur reaction to jihoons cute hair so love the profile pic I HOPE HE WILL DO HIS HAIR LIKE THIS MORE OFTEN (liebestraum anon💕💕)

I FOUND OUT RECENTLY THAT HIS EMOJI IS A STRAWBERRY ????? I AM CRYING MY EYES OUT ?????? i AM stanning thats a given ill literally gaslight myself if the songs are bad /j i havent listened to the previews yet i only heard the title track on tiktok and its so good already i ???? i bet its gonna be amazing bc enha is always 0 skip to me. also its not ze_rose in my eyes thats so ugly zerose is so much better.

10/10 ALBUM INDEED I LOVE THAT I HAVE A LOVEJOY STAN FRIEND TO SCREAM ABT THIS WITH !!!!! glad our top 3 matches istg all of the songs are so good but these 3 hit the hardest. like i listened to the album in order and the first song started and i legit went 😟 oh lord. OH LORD this is gonna slap. AND AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT the lyrics have similar vibe i love this kinds of songs SO. MUCH. like i would absolutely fucking lOOOVE a lovejoy concert id drag my brother w me (he doesnt listen to lovejoy but he used to watch his streams and mc vids). next lovejoy song is about to be abt prague i bet bc wilbur loves it sm. i wouldnt be mad about bratislava either tho just saying.... OH i knew i heard it before !! THE LYRICS TO GOLDEN HOUR..... MOUTH AGAPE SHOCKED. ((Im always gonna mention u in lovejoy stuff bc i always get reminded of u 😭😭😭)

jihoon is my babygirl his hair is so adorable i almost cried. space buns jihoon my beloved 💗 every time new pics of him come out i have the urge to change my theme DJSJSK

#liebestraum anon #(not so anon anymore)

[sirisuorionblack]

hi lovely! i saw that you opened your requests and i’ve been dying for some more regulus content <3

could you write something for him with either a fem!potter or fem!lupin reader? (your choice) i was thinking something post-hogwarts & they’re in a secret relationship bc of the war and technically being on opposing sides and the readers brother finds out about them somehow? maybe she and regulus share an apartment and he finds out that way? if not, that’s fine, lots of fluff at the end if you can!

Big brother James

Regulus Black x Potter!Reader

Summary - You - the potter girl, a member of the order of the phoenix and a brave Gryffindor - are dating Regulus Black - the perfect Black, a death eater and a quiet Slytherin. Despite having a perfect relationship it was hidden from your brother and when James finds out, you were rather stunned. 

Warnings - Mentions of wounds and cuts. 

A/N   Ahhh! My first request after soo long and my first ever time writing for Regulus, so, I’m scared about how it turned out! Also, I know the title is not woo...sorry for that and I think I messed up the timeline too. Thank you for requesting and hope you have a good day! Happy reading!

“Are you leaving this early?” Regulus asked, looking unbothered as he sauntered to the kitchen, the mug in his hand weighin down his calloused fingers.

You whipped around to look at him and then glanced at your watch. It was just 5 in the morning and he had returned home the night before at 12 after a ferocious battle with…your brother.

You were thanking Merlin profusely the previous night that neither Regulus nor James ended up dead and James hadn’t found out he was duelling a masked Regulus - your boyfriend.

Abandoning your search for something that was long forgotten, you quickly crossed the space between you and Regulus. A shiver ran down his spine as you wrapped your arms around his bare waist and placed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Yes but I’ll be back before you even know it,” You murmured and felt a cold hand on top of yours, holding as though if he let his fingers loose you will slip through them and your heart broke for the answer you would give to his next question.

“Where are you going?” Regulus asked, knowing the answer very well after your sigh.

“To James’. Lily wanted help with taking care of Harry,” You smiled into his shoulder, “It seems you’ve done quite a damage to him,”

Regulus chuckled before returning to his silence. The two of you stood rocking slightly for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke, slowly, “I-you think this is a good idea?”

You pulled away and moved to stand in front of him with his arms beside you like a protective barrier. Regulus leaned down to rest his forehead against yours and whispered so low for just you to hear, “I don’t feel so good about all this,”

“I know, my love,” You said and held his face, delicately, “None of these is a good idea. But guess what? These “not-good ideas” are what makes me happy like nothing in this world is gonna harm me,” You leaned down to look at him in the eyes, “You make me happy, Regulus,”

Regulus leaned into your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your palm, “But what if your brother finds out?”

What will you do when your brother finds out? It was an inevitable train nearing so close and only quick thinking can save the two of you but you were exhausted. Exhausted of how you had to run away from your brother, hide in the shadows and live in constant fear. You wanted to shout to the world that this man before you was your everything but pressed it deep down because your brother must not know.

You’ve seen the way Regulus covered away when you brought up the topic of your brother, the dark mark engraved in his arm staying as a throbbing reminder for “who he really was”. You had asked him several times why he still served the “dark lord” and the only response you got was “I have things to finish that would stop all the madness”.

You stared into his eyes, those dark grey eyes that faintly resembled ashes and said, “That’s not going to change anything. There will be a fight, most definitely, but I’ll still love you and be the happiest person alive,”

The tears welling up in Regulus’ eyes were visible as he leaned in to press a long kiss to your forehead and mumble, “I love you, my beautiful girl, I love you so so much,”

“I love you too, Reggie,” You said and leaned up to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.

“Wait, we feared your brother but what is Sirius found out?” Regulus asked, some colour returning to his pale and scarred face.

“Um, about that-” You fiddled with your fingers and looked away from Regulus’ surprised face.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked in disbelief, his mouth falling agape, “Sirius knows about us?”

“And Lily,” you mumbled quietly, Regulus’ white socks suddenly becoming very interesting and his fingers very playable.

“Lily too?” He nearly shouted as his eyes widened the size of a saucer, “You do know she is your sister-in-law, right?” You hummed and nodded, innocently.

“Oh, my gods,” He pulled away with his cup of coffee and shook his head, “I’m not gonna be surprised if your brother comes-” three loud knocks cut Regulus off, “Knocking on the door.”

“I’ll open it,” You hissed and pushed him out of the kitchen, rushing to open the door. You were partially relieved to see Remus instead of James standing at your door but you were just as scared.

“Hey, Moony,” you chuckled, nervously and smiled trying to convince Remus’ sceptical glance.

Remus blinked and heaved a huge sigh, “I know about you and Regulus,”

An audible gasped erupted from you that easily disguised the one hidden inside the home. You compose yourself but croaked, “Wha-uhm-what Regulus? Who Regulus?”

“You know, for someone like Regulus I’d think he is brilliant,” Remus walked about five steps beside the door and retrieved a fingerless glove with bloodstains, “And not leave evidence behind.”

You closed your mouth that had fallen agape and cleared your throat, “I, uh, he was rather pi-pissed yesterday.”

“Be grateful that it was me and not your brother,” Remus thrust the gloves in your hands and looked behind him as if making sure nobody was there, “Can I come in? I have something to tell you,”

“Yes, yes, of course,” you moved aside to let Remus in, whose eyes immediately fell on Regulus, standing by a corner and looking down at his feet.

“I kinda shipped the two of you,” Remus said, folding his arms with a smirk, “Back when we were Hogwarts. James did too,”

“James did?” Regulus and you exclaimed simultaneously. Remus’ one word can change the entirety of your living.

“He did, but he was secretive of it,” Remus smiled, “Didn’t want his baby sister “deflowered” he’d say.”

“Oh my Merlin,” your rolled your eyes and bit your inner cheeks as Regulus turned a bright red.

“I suggest you tell him about the two of you soon,” he said, looking pointedly at you, “Almost all of us, except James knows. He won’t be very happy to hear that,”

You looked at your intertwined fingers. Telling James about dating anybody was not a great idea, furthermore, telling him you are dating Regulus is an even worse idea. But you were tired of it all, tired of living in your brother's shadow and still fearing him. He was a father now, he wouldn’t be as reckless as before.

“I just came here to tell that,” Remus said, and ruffled your hair, “Good luck, little one,”

Remus stopped with the door to turn around and look at Regulus, “He doesn’t see you as a death eater, Regulus. More like Sirius’ baby brother,”

Regulus smiled softly as the words “Sirius’ baby brother“ echoed in his ears.

“Jamesies!” You yelled, standing at the doorway of well-protected Potters household, “It’s me!”

“‘Me’ is not gonna define you, love,” Lily chuckled and through the tiny holes in the net blocking your vision of what happened inside you could faintly see her unlock the door with a wave of her wand.

“Please, Lils, 'me' is more than enough for you to identify who it is,” you pulled her into a warm hug and muttered into her luscious red hair, “I’m gonna tell James about it,”

“Right now?” She asked, pulling away and looking at you with wide eyes. Lily knew that look in your eyes, she had only seen it once before in a furious duel against Bellatrix for the order.

“Yep. It’s about time he gets to know it,” You said, avoiding Lily’s sceptical eyes and grinning.

“Was that Remus or Regulus?” She asked, looping her arm around yours and guiding you inside.

“Oh, hush, flower,” You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek.

“Alright!” You heard a voice exclaim as James stepped out of the kitchen to glare at you. His arm was in a sling, he had several cuts on his face and a big one running up his forearm. You knew Regulus wouldn’t have done that, he was not a monster.

“First you steal the attention I got from mum and dad, then my friends and then my baby. Now you are gonna steal my wife too?” He asked, rolling his eyes, dramatically.

You smiled. James was the best brother anybody could have. Albeit a little protective he was anything but inconsiderate when it came to you. He always said he saw you grow up in front of his eyes and he was not entirely wrong, he had seen you grow up from an annoying little girl to an annoying teen.

James noticed that smile on your face like you were reminiscing something. He took a glance at Lily before guessing you were probably worried about his arm in a sling, “It was nothing that bad,” he said, opening one arm for a hug, “it was just a duel,”

You ran into your brother’s arms, holding onto him with all your willpower. “I love you, idiot,” you whispered into his shoulder, “So much,”

“I love you too, stupid,” He said, chuckling and nudging your head with his, “You’ve got something to say to me, douchebag? You look like you are gonna vomit,”

You pulled away in disbelief, and turned to Lily, “Do I not look beautiful?”

“You look absolutely stunning,” She winked and continued to bounce baby Harry in her arms, his head sleepily drooping on her shoulder.

“But I do have something to say to you, James,” You said, turning back to your brother, looking straight into his unavoidable questioning eyes. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Here goes nothing. “I have a boyfriend.”

The room filled with eerie noise of patience, your racing heart was all you could hear as your mind blared the red alarms. You didn’t know how you were still standing when you heard someone roaring with laughter.

Your eyes flew open to see James’ head thrown back in laughter as he held the side of his ribs. He gasped for air when he finally tried to stop laughing, “Di-did you see her face?” He giggled, “It was soo adorable-” He broke out laughing.

Taking a glance back at Lily you realised she was just as stunned as you with her mouth fallen agape at her husband’s reaction. “James, what’s going on?”

“Oh, little one,” He cooed, pinching your cheeks, “You know I am two years older than you and, as everyone says, much brilliant than you, right?”

You gawked at him, “You know I am dating someone?”

“I also know who the “someone” is,” James said with a smirk playing on his scarred lips, “He was so talented yesterday! Honestly, you've got yourself a wonderful guy!”

You tried to speak but all that came out was air. James knew it, he knew you were dating Regulus, he knew he had duelled your boyfriend the day before. “How?” You breathed.

“I’ve got my sources,” He winked and pinched the tip of your nose before his face turned serious, “I don’t know much about the two of you but all I want to say is - take care. We are in a war and you will never know when Regulus will be forced to act as Voldemort pleases, so, take care,”

You nodded with tears in your eyes, “I love him, James, he makes me feel safe and so happy-”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, idiot,” He chuckled, flicking your forehead, “I know you love him. Just be careful and use protection-”

“James!”

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