#Ig the chaos of that was too powerful for her to handle

[nightcolorz]

if Louis ever met Nicki he’d be so offended that Lestat thinks they’re very similar.

[drawlfoy]

Wonders of Ohio P.10

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no way 

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for a surprise when her british exchange student is a little...odd. 

warnings (AYO please pay attention to these this time it’s not just swearing): swearing, underage drinking (no i do not condone this ig), beginning elements of smut but def not too explicit, i think you can consider it dubcon ?? if both people are drunk bc i don’t think you can actually consent if youre drunk (plz rest assured tho they are both 18 hehe)

a/n: “hey where did this come from” yeah so hey yall ive never written such an intense scene before but i’ve spent so much time w these characters that i decided i kind of had to. there’s no like...real sex in this and i don’t imagine that i’d describe it in this much detail if i ever decided to write it but um.. anyways. i hope y’all enjoy. thanks for suffering for this long ! i hope i’ve made it worth it 

word count: 4k

music recs: 

cloud 9 -- beach bunny

the adults are talking -- the strokes

anything from the strokes tbh 

tags ! :) @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell @writeandtranslate @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural @sycathorn-slush @big-galaxy-chaos

“Thank fucking god for the generator,” said Y/N as she flew around the kitchen, banging pots and pans together in her quest to make New Year’s Eve breakfast. Draco was sitting, unamused and completely silent, at the table. They’d been snowed in for a few days now with her parents nowhere near able to make it to the suburbs. For some reason, the entire city of Cincinnati had decided that the day before Christmas was the best time to schedule maintenance on literally every single one of their plows. “Can you imagine living here without heat? Or power? I’d die.”

Draco hummed in response. A glance over confirmed that he was deep in thought, a scarlet colored letter clutched firmly in his hand (hello, Nathaniel Hawthorne). Jealousy curdled inside of her as her thoughts turned to a dark place--it was Pansy, that Pansy Parkinson. 

Knowing her intuition, she was probably his grandmother or something. Why else would she have written so many letters?

After she finished plating all of the pancakes, she allowed herself to sneak a peek at the envelope. 

Astoria Greengrass

She frowned. Astoria? She’d never seen that name before. 

“What is this?” asked Draco as he picked up his fork to poke at the pancake on his plate.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Have you never had a pancake before?”

“A pancake?” He gave his plate a stern look. “It looks...like a soggy pastry.”

“Fuck you, I made that,” responded Y/N. “Try it with butter and maple syrup. And then tell me it’s a soggy pastry.”

She took out her fork and knife, demonstrating very clearly what she meant as she spread butter over the top of her pancake. She’d learned that Draco was too proud to ask what she meant when she introduced him to American/muggle foods--the last time he tried to deduce something himself, he ended up pouring ketchup over the top of his hamburger bun instead of actually putting it on the patty. 

A sense of satisfaction flowed into her as she saw him follow suit, spreading the warmed butter and dipping a cut piece in syrup. He raised it to his lips, taking a delicate bite.

“Americans really have this for breakfast?”

“Yeah…is something wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He grimaced. “This isn’t breakfast. This is dessert food.”

“God, your life must be so sad back home,” said Y/N. “What does your family make you eat--just straight unbuttered bread under the guise of it being a real breakfast food? Do they let you dip it in your unsweetened, weak tea if you’re good?”

He scoffed. “You have no idea how I live back at home.”

“And, judging from this conversation, I don’t have any desire to know any more.”

They ate in silence for the next few minutes. Y/N smiled when she saw Draco reach for a second pancake.

“Two desserts? Draco, I know it’s New Year’s, but don’t get too off the hinges,” she teased. 

He rolled his eyes, but she could tell her was fighting back a smile. “Speaking of which, how do you celebrate New Year’s?”

Draco looked up and met her eyes. “Sorry?”

“How do you celebrate tonight? With your family or your friends, or your...whatever.” The cold reality of the fact that she did not really know if he was dating someone back home set in.

“Oh, I don’t usually. It’s not really a big thing in the magical community,” he mused, unaware of her sudden panic.

“Well,” she said. “I always celebrate New Year’s with my friends. I didn’t tell you this sooner because I didn’t think that you were going to be here, but I’m kind of hosting a party here tonight. With anyone who can walk here.”

“Oh.” He took a sip of his tea. “Will it be like the Halloween party at Sylvia’s?”

“What do you mean?” She smiled. “Do you mean, will there be drinking?”

He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.

“There definitely can be,” she continued, her smile widening. “Last year we played this dumb drinking game over this card game--if you lost, you took a shot. It was fun. We could do that again.”

She settled down to eat, digging into two of the pancakes. They were really good--she wasn’t Gordon Ramsay by any means, but she did breakfast food pretty well. But at the mention of her friends, a realization hit her. “Oh. Draco?”

He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes.

“Um, can I tell you something?” 

He dipped his head in recognition while Y/N cleared her throat.

“So, um, I forgot about this,” she began, “but while you were gone, I kind of had to scramble to figure out what to tell everyone about why we were avoiding each other before you left. And why you left so suddenly and why I didn’t know.”

He was still watching her in curious silence. 

“So, I really didn’t want to slip up or say anything about...you.” Y/N paused to take a sip of her tea, deciding to not try to look at Draco again. “So I decided to tell Sylvia and Lizzy that I told you my feelings for you and you didn’t return them.”

A clang startled her enough to look up. Draco was staring, completely frozen. His fork had fallen into the syrup on his plate, handle and all.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“I mean, oh, fuck. Um.” She smiled at him, hoping it was going to distract from her audible stumble. “Obviously, I made it all up. I mean, both sides! But what’s important is that they bought it, and now they’re probably going to give you a little shit for not liking me ‘back’. So I’m sorry about that.”

“Made it all up, huh?” His voice had a surprisingly teasing lilt. 

“Yes, that is in fact what I said,” she responded, hoping that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt hot.

“Is it really now?” 

“Draco!” 

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back. I need a new fork.”

“Just wipe off the handle of the one you have now--Draco, why are you getting up? Stop!”

~ 

To her disappointment, none of her friends were able to show. Sylvia and Lizzy made a concerted effort to try and convince their family to let them brave the walk, but once another flurry started up outside, it was hopeless. Her face turned pink whenever she thought about the fact that she hadn’t even needed to tell Draco the thing that made her slip up in the first place. 

Y/N, disappointed but not surprised, told Draco that she still wanted to celebrate, even if it was just with him. He’d snorted at this--asking her why she made it seem like such a burden--but once she produced a yellow glass bottle and a deck of cards and told him she bet that she was going to beat his sorry ass, he caved.

She started with a heavy lead, but once Draco learned the rules and strategies of the slightly convoluted Go Fish game, he proved to be a worthy match. They played until around 11:45 when the bottle was about 3/4 full and Y/N was feeling the pleasant warmth of being slightly intoxicated. Once she noticed the time, she threw her cards on the table. 

“Let’s watch the ball drop,” Y/N said with no further explanation, even when Draco looked to her for one. She grabbed the bottle and his hand, pulling him up the stairs to her room. The remote control for her TV was a struggle to find--it was all the way tucked back in her nightstand drawer--but thankfully the channel was already set. 

“You forgot the cups,” Draco said, staring down at the opened bottle held in his hand.

“You can get them if you want,” she managed.

“You should! You forgot them.”

“Too far,” she whined, flopping to lean back on her pillows while Draco followed suit. His hair smelled like peppermint. Without much more thought, she moved close enough that their shoulders were touching. He didn’t move away--instead, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a drink directly. 

“Your New Year’s traditions are weird as fuck,” he murmured as he watched Savannah Guthrie on the screen. He didn’t have to speak very loud for her to hear him, and it seemed like he knew this.

“Oh, you haven’t even heard it all yet,” said Y/N. “We’ve got a tradition to kiss someone going into the New Year. New Year’s kiss, I guess. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of drama that creates.”

“What d’you mean?”

“You don’t have to be dating to kiss someone, sometimes people just...do it. As friends.” Y/N reached over to the bottle and took a swig herself, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat.

“Take it easy,” he tutted, pulling the bottle away from her before taking another drink himself. 

“Hey! Says you!”

“Because I can actually hold my liquor well,” he teased, giving her a shove.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“You just kept getting worse and worse at whatever that game was,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Give it here,” she said, reaching across his chest to where he was holding the bottle, out and above his head. She hoped he couldn’t tell how much this side of him filled her with glee. “That’s not fair!”

“Not fair, huh?” He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes as he held it up even further into the air. His voice was startlingly low. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Before she could muster up a response, the TV began playing the audio for the New Year’s Countdown.

10!

Y/N wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer--or if he was just...flirting?

9!

He managed to set the bottle on her nightstand without taking his eyes off of her.

8!

The hand she had used to reach across him with was now pressed into his side of the bed, supporting her as she hovered over him.

7!

Without moving any part of her body, she dared to glance at his parted lips.

6!

Maybe telling him about the kiss tradition was a stupid idea.

5!

His hand, warm and soft,  reached up to brush a piece of hair away from her cheekbone. 

4! 

His fingers lingered on the outline of her jaw.

3!

2!

1!

He was kissing her before the cheers from the TV even had the chance to bounce around the room, both hands cupping her face and pulling her in so desperately that it took her breath away.

Her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, and then, eventually his hair. It was just as soft as she imagined it to be. They started out innocently enough--closed mouth kisses and only their hands touching each other above the shoulders--but once she tugged on his hair (mostly by accident) something...shifted. 

Suddenly he was on top of her, and suddenly her leg was wrapped around him as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. It occurred to her that this was no longer just a New Year’s kiss. He tasted of lemon and sugar--and was notably better at what he was doing than any of the people she’d kissed before. Or maybe it was the alcohol clouding her judgement. Regardless, she liked whatever was going on. His hands had drifted from her face to her neck to her hair to her shoulder, gently tracing the outline of her bra strap. She brushed her hand down his chest, pulling gently at the collar on his shirt. Only when his leg pressed up into her and her breath hitched did she realize the weight of their situation.

The way he pulled away to hover over her signaled that he’d had the same revelation, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. “Um…”

“Yeah?” Dread crept into her despite the pleasant haze she was in. 

He swallowed, hard. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Draco was on the other side of the bed in seconds, wringing his hands and keeping his eyes fixed on her floor. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and I’m not thinking straight. I’m so sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” She didn’t know if he wanted her to touch him, but she wanted so badly to place a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Did you not want...it?”

He scoffed and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “I had too much to drink. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she fell back on the bed.

That’s all it was. A drunken mistake. 

Tears pricked at her eyes as she surveyed her options. Despite the fact that she was drunk off her ass, she knew she couldn’t just tell him to leave without making her feelings clear. She never explicitly told him that she wanted him and it wasn’t like she moaned his name or anything--thank god--but what other option did she have? She didn’t want to cry in front of him, and if he stayed in her room any longer he would without a doubt witness her alcohol induced cry fest. 

NBC finally switched to ads, and Y/N granted herself permission to mourn the fact that Flo from Progressive would forever be ruined for her. 

It was dark enough for her to quickly reach up and wipe her eyes undetected, granting her enough confidence to sit up and look at him directly. “You don’t get to just...kiss me like that. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” he said. His hands were clasped tightly together and rested on his nose. “Fuck. Of course I know.”

“But you can tell me you meant it to be just as friends,” she told him, hoping he couldn’t see how hard she was fighting back a new wave of tears. 

“As friends,” he repeated, his tone flat. 

“As friends,” she said. 

“I don’t think either of us are daft enough to believe that.” 

Her stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe things are different in America, but I don’t see you doing that sort of thing with Lizzy.”

“We can forget about this. It’s fine. I know you regret it.”

He exhaled, his breath long and shaky. “I didn’t stop because I regretted it.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because…”

“Is it because I’m a muggle?” His silence was everything she needed for an answer. “Okay. I had a feeling.”

“Y/N, it’s not like...I don’t know how to explain it.” He still wouldn’t make eye contact with her. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“About what?” 

“About this!” he said, dramatically gesturing to her. “About everything!”

“I don’t understand.” The tears began pricking in the corners of her eyes again despite her best efforts. 

Draco finally looked at her. She was shocked by how genuinely distressed he looked--the last time he looked at her like this, she’d been laying on the ground outside of the antique sore. “I don’t expect you to.”

His tone was low, careful. He was holding back.

“Can you just tell me how you feel about me, then? Just so I know?”

“It’s not that--” He stopped himself, sucking in another breath before he continued. “I shouldn’t. It’s not right of me.” He groaned, flopping onto his back and covering his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, reaching out to awkwardly pat his shoulder. “I meant it when I said that we could just forget about it. We’re friends, Draco. Just friends. I know you didn’t mean it. Let’s just pretend this never happened, ok?”

He was quiet for a bit before responding. “Did you...want me to kiss you? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?”

“As in, did you want me to stop?”

“Oh.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “You didn’t violate me if you’re asking to gauge how guilty you should be.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, but that’s not why I’m asking.”

“Okay,” she said simply. He was still laying in her bed, and she hated the fact that her bed was going to smell like him until she washed everything. 

“So?” He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer.”

“We’re friends, Draco.” She sent him a weak smile as she repeated her previous sentiment. “I trust you, so you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” 

She was aware of the fact that her sentence didn’t exactly track, but she wasn’t particularly concerned with the literary quality of her speech.

“That still doesn’t answer my other question.”

“I…” She felt her throat dry up. “I want--I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a while now.” 

At this, he finally sat up and looked her in the eyes. She thought she could see the briefest glint of relief pass over his face before he managed to rein it back to a neutral expression.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“I was the one who kissed you, not the other way around, yeah?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” she snipped, hoping he caught on to her mocking. She’d missed sparring with him. 

“Yes, I kissed you because I wanted to, not for some weird ulterior motive,” he responded, rolling his eyes despite the fact that his cheeks were clearly very pink, even in her dimly lit room. “Though I agree it’s best if we just stayed friends.”

“Yeah.” She felt her face fall, but she managed to catch it before she looked too devastated. “It’s all water under the bridge. Now we know not to drink together again.”

“That too.” He shifted, clearing his throat before making eye contact with her again with an uncharacteristically soft expression. “But the damage is already done, I suppose?”

“I suppose,” she echoed. “You wanted to kiss me? Actually?”

“Should we really talk about this? After what we just said about staying friends?”

“We’re going to feel regret tomorrow morning no matter what we do now, “ said Y/N. “Might as well.”

He smiled one of his rare smiles--the ones where his eyes went all soft and he dipped his head to hide it. “Yes. I really do. Want to kiss you, that is.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” she blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth in shock. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” 

His smile morphed into more of a smirk as he crept closer, his hand resting on top of her knee. “So can I do it again?”

“Draco…” She sighed.

“The damage is already done,” he repeated as he reached his hand up to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers dragging down her neck. The smug look that formed on his face after she drew a quick breath in confirmed that he knew what he was doing, that fucker. “You said it yourself--we’re just friends.”

“I’m going to hate myself in the morning if I say yes.”

 Draco’s hand drifted over her jaw, his thumb pausing to trace over her bottom lip. “You can hate me instead.” 

This time, it didn’t surprise her so much when he leaned in. He was notably less desperate, taking time to draw breaths in between kisses and lacing his fingers through hers, squeezing. Once he seemed satisfied, he lifted her chin and brushed the hair away from her neck, kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone. She shivered, and he drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her until she was sitting on his lap.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Draco,” she managed to joke. She could feel the smirk that formed on his lips as it passed over her clavicle.

 “Shut up.” His teeth grazed over her delicate skin before he sucked, eliciting a gasp from her. She could feel him smile again. 

His hands teased the bottom hemline of her sweater, his fingers tangling in the fabric but not moving it. She sucked in a breath, feeling his hands ghost over her skin. 

“Are you okay with…”

“Yes!” The answer came out much quicker than she would’ve liked, but the grin on Draco’s face made it completely worth the momentary embarrassment as he helped her out of the thick cable-knit sweater. “Now is your chance to dote on me and tell me how beautiful I am. As a friend, of course.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said. He looked like he was positively glowing as she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. His hands found her back and hesitated over her bra clasp.

Before he had a chance to do anything, Y/N started fiddling with the buttons on his white shirt, successfully undoing the first two before she noticed that Draco had frozen completely.

“Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” he said. “Maybe...not now, okay?”

“I had a feeling that was too much,” she admitted, reaching for her top before realizing he’d tossed it across her bedroom floor and suddenly feeling very exposed.

“It’s not that…” he said, trailing off. “I just...should probably tell you some things before my shirt comes off. And I don’t think tonight is the best time for that.”

“Oh.” Y/N tried to make herself look like she understood whatever he was on about. “Yeah, of course. Oh! Is it about that tattoo you tried to gaslight me into believing didn’t exist?”

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t gaslight you!”

“Here you go again,” she huffed. “I rest my case.” 

“And I am not getting into that now,” he said. “I didn’t want to talk about it for very good reason.” 

She reached up to his shoulders, dragging her fingertips over his collarbones and watching as he gazed up at her. “That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

The corners of his lips turned up at this, and she took the opportunity to press a chaste kiss on the edge of his mouth. “I think we should go to sleep. We have enough material to regret for tomorrow at this point. Any more and I think we’ll be getting greedy, so--”

Draco cut her off with one last kiss, his fingers splayed out across her back, pulling her impossibly close before finally releasing her.

“Agreed.” He let out a sigh before sliding her off him and standing up to grab her runaway sweater. “Do you want to sleep in this? Or do you want me to get you something else from your dresser while I’m up?”

“Um…” She was frozen at the prospect of him watching her change clothes. “Probably something else. Top left drawer--just pick whatever.”

He sifted through her piles of random T-shirts before settling on one with the UChicago logo and tossing it to her. 

Y/N pulled it over her head, grateful for the fact that he wasn’t staring at her with only a black lace bra that barely did its job. 

“So, uh, I think I should probably go then,” he said. 

She fought the urge to ask him to stay. “Yeah, that’d be best.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he closed it and frowned. “So I guess this is goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Draco,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to agonizing over this in the morning.”

Once the sounds of his footsteps heading down the hall faded, she finally allowed herself to flop back onto her now Draco-scented sheets.

What the fuck just happened.

final a/n: hellooooooo ! it finally happened! i hope this didn’t seem rushed or unnatural to you guys but like. it’s been over 30k words and i thought you guys deserved something. yes i am going to be leaning into the whole “we’re just friends” trope while definitely not being just friends. yes i am going to drag astoria into this i’m excited i hope yall enjoyed

[marshieee]

Can i request bokuto akaashi oikawa kenma with a famous s/o(you can pick the occupation) and they go to an interview with her one day and they answer questions that the fans have been dying to know or like buzzfeed thrist tweets(mayhaps both)

Im sorry if im requesting too much(considering that i sent in your first request and all the others)

-midnight anon

Oh no it’s fine!❤️ i would love to do your request and i love the challenge sometimes hehehe... so it’s fine if you guys request something i really appreciate it🥺❤️ sorry this took so long lmaooo

Answering fans questions

Bokuto

He’s pretty famous himself

Being in the japan V. League who wouldn’t?

Even back in highschool he was popular as well

He didn’t mind having a famous s/o to be honest he was very proud of you all the hard work finally paid off.

So you being a popular singer means there’s a lot of fans in your way.

You two haven’t really made it official to the public so the fans just assumed a lot and rumored a lot.

It’s not like you two don’t want to make it official, you two just forgot to make it official lmao.

So when you decided to watch one of bokuto’s game everyone was surprised and confused.

At first they thought you’re just a volleyball fan but when they saw you wearing a jersey with bokuto’s name and number on it...

It was a chaos in some way.

A lot of paparazzi and reporters came rushing in when they saw the news online.

After the game was finished you went and greet your boyfriend but just to be surrounded by reporters.

At first the both of you were confused asf but when they bombarded the questions.

“Are you two dating?”

That’s when it clicked, you would look at each other and laughed.

“Actually yes we are”

“When did you two started dating?”

“Hmmm when we were still at high school”

“Why did you two just made it official now?”

“To be honest we just forgot to announce it, we just didn’t care since we’ve been together for too long”

The news spreads like wildfire about y/n the famous singer officially dating bokuto or bokuto officially announced his relationship with y/n.

You still find it funny how everyone was shooked by the sudden announcement.

Well at least their rumors became true right?

Akaashi

Akaashi was very supportive when you told him you wanted to be a youtuber

He helped you with your contents and all.

Your subscribers already knows your boyfriend since you post some couple stuffs on Instagram.

So when you begged him

BEGGED HIM

To join you in one of your videos you were thrilled when he said yes.

“Hi guys today’s video is a special video because i have a very very special guest today!”

“Hello”

“And that is my boyfriend! So anyways i asked you guys to ask us some questions on my tweet right? So that’s what we’ll be doing!”

You would immediately laughed at the questions that your fans asked you.

They were thirst tweets and you know akaashi.....

Akaashi wouldn’t

“Akaashi do you think y/n is a good kisser?”

That would caught him off guard and will be a blushing mess.

“Uh...um...y.....yes”

You would laugh at him for being so cute and flustered. In the end you didn’t finished all the thirst tweets since you felt bad.

“Akaashi say one thing that you like about y/n”

“One thing only? I have many things that i like about y/n, that’s a hard question hmmmm....”

Akaashi would smile and look at you.

“The love that y/n gave to me no the love that y/n continues to give to me that’s what i like, like is not the right word that’s what i LOVE”

Now it was your turn to be a blushing mess.

You two had a lot of fun answering questions about you, him and for the both of you.

And then little did you know right after you two uploaded the video.

You guys were trending.

Oikawa

Ok

OK

HEAR ME OUT

THIS BITCH WOULD MOST DEFINITELY

DEFINITELY WOULD BE SOOO CONFIDENT ABOUT HAVING YOU AS HIS S/O

the fact that he’s already a man oozing with charisma and confidence

Having you tripled it.

You were one of the mvps of the Argentina women’s swimming team.

How could he not?

So when the both of you won the olympics.

Boiii a lot of requests came in just to interview you two.

Since you’re really popular yourself too even before you two were official.

“So how do you guys feel that the power couple won a gold medal in olympics”

He loves to hear all sort of nicknames that the fans calls you two.

“Well i am very proud of y/n winning the gold medal, i knew that she could do it”

“How about you y/n?”

“I already know that oikawa was set on winning the gold medal and i know that he’ll get that no matter what so i am also very proud of him”

“A lot of fans asked since y/n is a professional swimmer that means a lot of people tried to pursue her right?”

“Oh yes most definitely”

“How do you feel about that oikawa?”

“Well i am too have a lot of pursuers so i do get how y/n feels and i can’t blame them for pursuing her i mean heh just look at my girlfriend!”

You would lightly tap his shoulder as you try not to blush so hard.

You should have been used to this but no. When it comes from him no.

“Of course there were times i would feel jealous since a lot of famous people tried to get her even though she’s already taken”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yeah but too bad”

He would grabbed your face and give you a sweet kiss on the lips RIGHT INFRONT OF THE CAMERA.

he’ll look at the camera and give a cocky grin.

“She’s already mine”

Kenma

Kenma doesn’t give a single flying fuck if you’re famous

Because he is too.

He trusts you sooo much so he knows when to step in or when you can handle yourself.

He’s not that type of person where they always flex on their s/o

Sure he posts you on his Instagram and promote your shows in his ig stories

But not that much.

You being a famous actress well doesn’t really concern him

He doesn’t like the actress you he likes the you you and that what’s matters.

So you invited him to the awardings with permission of course

As your boyfriend and partner and escort.

It was a hit when they got the news that kenma was going to attend.

To be honest it was really hard to convince him lmao.

And a lot of questions hits kenma but nevertheless he answered calmly

“What are your thoughts about having y/n as your significant other?”

“Nothing really, she’s beautiful, she’s elegant but that’s not what i fell in love with actually even if she’s not a famous actress or whatever I’ll still love her”

“The fans want to ask how do you feel whenever y/n has an kissing scene?”

Kenma would just scoffed and smile at the camera.

“It’s fine i don’t mind and besides i kiss her everyday”

[thestudyfeels]

100 Days of Sweat

Welcome to the official admission post for the 100 days of sweat challenge! *plays the conquer theme song and does a booty pop* This is a pretty long post, but has everything you need to start, so read on!

READING TIME: 6 minutes.

OoOh? What's that?

Thanks for coming out of the cave! In short, it's a consistency challenge to turn working out into a habit.

You've basically got to move your body for a 100 days straight. No slacking, no backing out!

Most take on this challenge personally, but I felt accountability would be great for those beginning with exercising & those who can't seem to keep their streak (cough, me).

Sounds fun! How do I join? Do I need to do a booty pop too?

Booty pops are appreciated. But here's how!

1. First things first, decide whether you'll be joining via IG, Discord or staying on Tumblr.

2. If using IG, reply to this post with your handle or (alternative) if you'd like, join Discord instead! For that, click here to join the server!

(NOTE: Those who joined via the first post I created regarding this needn't reply again! I've already added you to the list.)

3. Lastly, boost this! Reblog, get your followers to join! Drag your friend or sibling in! (already dragged my bestie into this in case no one joined in lmao)

Important PSA: yO, ANYONE can join! All my beginners and winners, young teens and old pals, drarry fans and johnlock shippers, team cold water AND hot water (sparing y'all because I stan working out more), EVERYONE!   

Here's what I'll do: 

I'm creating an IG group for those interested in staying fully committed. (Pros include making friends! Or enemies, for a hundred whole days! Some of you might even get married together, I have high hopes because wedding cake is everything)

Sayani from @studign-stars will be the admin for Discord! You can hit her up for queries, if any. 

In short, there'll be 3 separate groups. One for those joining via Discord, one for those on the IG group, and a third for those staying on Tumblr.

If you wish to use any other platforms like Snapchat and Twitter, feel free! Also plug your progress on Tumblr too so we can hype each other on! (tag stuff with #100dos)

+ That said, I highly suggest joining either one of the groups, for accountability does wonders. It's now up to you, fellow warrior.

How to prep for this challenge:

OhO! There's a whole lot prepping to be slayed. To finish this challenge as smoothly as possible, here's a few steps. Make this easier for yo’ lazy bum.

1+ Firstly, grab a marker and scrap paper (when you on a student budget, cuz same) and write down numbers from 1 to 100. I did 1 to 30 to prevent myself from being overwhelmed, but do right them numbers to gain momentum.

2+ Take couple before photos. From the front, and the side. If you don't want to, take them anyway and store it in a folder you never open. Also measure your weight, and if you have a measuring tape, take other basic measurements of the chest, waist, arm etc.

3+ Coming to the main part! Pick your 'base’ routine. This is the primary workout you wanna do 2-3 times a week. It's the main course!

For beginners, I suggest choosing a 15 min full body workout. Do try it out before you start 100 days— make sure it's challenging enough.

For those who already move their bodies, pick a workout that aligns with your long-term goals. If you want toned legs, pick a leg day routine. If you want abs, focus on abs.

My base routine is the Beginner's Bodyweight Workout (BBW) from the NerdFitness website. I do 3 sets of the entire routine (takes around 25-30 mins) thrice a week.

So, do some research and pick a workout! Doesn't have to be an hour long at all, just make sure it's time-effective and challenges you.

4+ Find your cheat day workout.

Yikes, the wording is kinda incorrect, but anything for the clickbait.

This is the workout you do 2 days a week, and is the second most important workout. (This means: 3 + 2 = 5, you’ve now got five days planned!)

I do Alexis Ren’s ab routine (I hate it) twice a week because abs are my target zone. For you, it could be arms, thighs, butt, anything!

5+ Leave your last two days for simple moving.

It's up to you to decide what's going to be cooking in the remaining two days. For suggestions, you can pick a fun activity, say yoga, handstands, cartwheels, splits, any form of dancing like hip-hop, Zumba etc.

I'm trying to do a handstand this year and get my middle splits already (I fell off track so I still have quite a way to go) so I'll be stretching and doing hand flexibility exercises in the last 2 days.

Or you can just go for a jog or a power walk. Just keep the momentum going!

A quick recap:

To summarize, you're doing a major workout 3 times a week, a toning workout (mine is abs) twice a week and a fun activity in the last two days.

Also, mix this up. Your muscles need time to heal, and I strongly emphasize leaving the next day free for lighter activities after doing a major workout. Here's my routine, as an eg:

Do remember that this is just a STARTING POINT, because we don't want you to wake up everyday and be like “wut I do today.” It's now your mission to plan your workout routine. Consider taking more workload or reduce it as per your level (this is definitely a lot, try reducing if you're just beginning).

Also important: DETERMINE your workout routine NOW. I spent 2 years (only stopped like 3 months ago) doing YouTube videos haphazardly. This works, because you are working out after all, but it's a pretty lousy method if you want consistent results. Also makes you depend on motivation to workout (which has probability results equal to me marrying Tom Felton), whereas if you had a routine, you'll have to workout because it's in your schedule and you'd be a loser to lie to your schedule.

Is this a lot? It's a lot. I know.

If this is overwhelming you, don't back away darling. Face your fears. Here are some reasons to not back out—

The entire challenge is flexible: You don't have to follow that routine ^ if you don't want to. Starting out, you can do a major workout 2 times a week and fill the other 5 days with fun stuff. You can always change the routine later, 100 days is a long ass time.

The challenge fucks with your mindset and strengthens it: 100 days of continuous movement is CRAZY. Can you imagine how strong (mentally too!) we'll all be at the end? You'll have grown so much!

Working out will become a habit: I've been working out for 2 years now, and it has positively affected every single sphere of my life. Exercising is the #1 habit I suggest everyone build. Since science says it takes 66 days to build a habit, we're ON it.

You'll be really proud of yourself: I know I'll be. I'm literally going to hug y'all at the end of it, and sing jingles about how far you've come. 2019 will have been slayed.

I could go on and on, but this is it. Now's the moment. This is about doing something you're afraid of. Taking risks. Learning, falling, getting back up.

Thence, ladies, gents and non-binary pals, THIS is the 100 days of sweat challenge. You're cordially invited to it.

(We're dramatic, yes.)

🌻 !!! MAJOR PSA & DEADLINES:

The challenge itself begins on 10th April, 2019.

You'll be added to the IG group latest by 7th April.

Because I'm your mom, I'll add everyone in, tell you the details and everything. If you’ve got any questions, jump into my inbox now and get them answered.

That said, please remember that I won't take anyone in midway (no, not even if you buy me free tacos for a year). So join in now & spread the message! The more, the merrier! Bring beer too!

Thanks for joining in! This will be promising and hugely interesting (accountability can do wonders, but we'll see). I'll be waiting for you on the other side with my stuffed animals, cIaO fReNdOs!

— Nandini (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 💌

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[darrowsrising]

Alright DA finished, I have to get rid of my opinion on the virginia pov, even if she may be unpupular. To be honest, I was disappointed with Virginia's pov. When PB announced his new triology I was curious about Virginia, I was excited to see her as a badass sovereign. but we only got some kind of president, who is driven by the senate through the political arena. Darrow has won at least some battles. tell me one battle virginia has won? she lost the children, she lost the senate,she lost Lunar

'Part two: she lost her husband and the free legions, she lost sevro and she lost the republic. she could scarcely save her own life. she lost practically every fight. do not get me wrong, in the first triology I really liked her, but in IG and DA I was very disappointed in her. I really hope she wins a few fights in book six. that would be an enjoyable change.'

Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but if a character has to always win or at least win some battles to get your appreciation, then...well, I can't relate to that.

I have this crazy taste for characters who walk tight lines and manage to get shite done. And when all goes to hell I want to see how they crawl out of hell with a vengeance and the same principles they held before the fall.

Now, I'll just speak in general, but also try to answer your ask. I'm not trying to change your mind or anything, but I presume you wanted an answer since you cqme to my ask box. So here it is:

I don't really get the fandom when it comes to Virginia. First, she didn't seem to lose much at all compared to the rest of the main cast, so she was boring. Then, she wasn't vulnerable enough for you to care for her, too flat. Then, she was after power and her own benefit. Now, she doesn't have enough power and she's disappointing.

We get a glimpse into her fears and her vulnerabilities, we see her being strong and not being strong, we see her trying her damnest to fit into Silenius' stiletto, because truth be told that's how a bloodydamn demokracy works, and it's still not enough to please.

If she lost the Free Legions, then Darrow lost them just as much. They both did their damnest to save them, shoot them for failing.

She didn't lose the Republic, she is the symbol of the Republic. She lost Luna. And half paralysed and with a hatchet buried in her side, with wounds from being trampled by a mob, with her brain muddled from the Pandemonium Chair and with weeks of torture with psychoSpikes, I can't see how she could have saved Sevro, Pebble and Clown, not to mention Luna itself.

The fact that she lives makes Mars the Solar Republic. And even on Mars, she was received as the demokratic Sovereign of the Solar Republic. I understand that mediaval fantasy romanticizes authoritarian monarchy, but it's not as amazing as Hollywood makes it be, not by far. The moment Virginia disobeys the New Compact, everything falls into chaos. She had to accept imperium from her ArchGovernor as per the NC's stipulations. And it's not a question of morality, it's a question of example - if the Sovereign doesn't obey the New Compact, why would the others? How does the Compact have any value at all if the Sovereign can pick and choose what to respect.

And truth be told, in the midst of chaos, the Republic needs a steady, firm, but fair hand. Who else to fill in the role, but Virginia? Because the moment a power vacuum presents itself, everyone with even a slight chance to grab the reigns will kill each other to get the role.

Kavax and Niobe don't believe in demokracy and they aren't able to walk the tight line Virginia does. Victra as well, she's a buissness woman, a fighter, not a politician.

Kieran of Lykos would have been eatten alive by the Golds or the Silvers who wanted more cake or to turn coats.

Virginia didn't lost her husband, he's inbound to Mars with what remains of the Howlers and Cassius. She had to give up going after him because Mars needed her more - an attack on Mercury would have cost them the main Fleets with no assurance of saving Darrow and the Free Legions. If the Republic had any hopes of survival, she had to go to Mars with the Reynard and the rest of the fleets.

And what didn't she win? Her handling of those capitalist pigs was pretty much a win in my book. Also the fact that she managed to get the children's location and get Sevro and the Howlers to see reason. She made peace with Dancer. She dealt with Sefi beautifully. She developped psychoSpikes, she trained politicos with Daxo, she gathered the people around Darrow. The way she dealt with Faust? Genius!

It just happens that she lost to an almost impossible megaplan that was working against her for years. And of course she lost to Adrius, she always admitted him being smarter than her.

Darrow in Golden Son had all his wins cancelled by Roque's and Hamony's betrayals. But just because Darrow had super, extra dramatic scenes, Virginia is the disappointment. Sipping tea with Theodora and Holiday while Faust was pissing himself about Sevro as well as dragging Sevro and the Howlers for being useless? Blowing up an insanly expensive piece of art? I can't see how is that disappointing.

Virginia is a fighter, but she's not Darrow or Victra or even Sevro. There is only so much she can do, especially when her main job is Sovereign and she is also a mother and a wife. She can handle her own, but you try to handle a mob with no armour or Lilath au Faran when you are half paralysed from a spike and half from the neuro-toxin.

I mean...even Victra who is the person who has all the rights and lefts to be upset or disappointed at Virginia...isn't. She was furious, but when she saw Virginia's scars, she realised how hard she fought for everyone, not just for herself. Virginia is minced by guilt from the moment she escapes and even on Mars. And she'll always feel that.

If that is disappointing to you...go off, I guess. But I'll be the one basking in Virginia's rage in the last book as she delievers the payback to her enemies for violating everything that's sacred to her, with no bitterness laced with it. 🤷🏻‍♀️Because winning doesn't matter if we don't have character development.

Besides, Darrow won some physical battles. Virginia political ones. But they both lost at the end. I don't see much of a difference. He lost Orion, Tyche, his Second Army etc.

Howl on! 🐺

[resurrged]

〢▓█  ✕   𝟏.𝟑  ▷▷     THY GLORY, TITAN  /  FLESHED TO THE BONE

’ BLOOD / BLOOD / KIN & FLESH / GNAW THEIR THROATS / RIPPED TO SHREDS—           be  BORN  of mayhem,  built on  CHAOS  /   m o t h e r   they say,  was there to warm them.     but what  BEAST  lays nearest to which  disaster  they fear ?     RUNT OF THE LITTER / DON’T LET YOURSELF FALTER / LAY YOUR PATH CLEAR                              lest they call you  ‘ king lear ’

verse also known as how to make @humanwrath regret every single thing they’ve ever said : A Guide By Me

ON FILE.  ↳     what little is known of the abnormal titan . timeline’s fucked, pls ignore

referred to as  “ YMIR ”  because  bitch has no other names  this happened to be one of the first documented abnormal classes discovered wandering close to the outermost wall, thus taking on a name referencing her as the Mother Of Giants.

also occasionally referred to as the ‘ dancing titan ’, because its movements are incredibly swift and has an innate ability to move much quicker than any other known titan.

tbh you can’t tell this thing is a she so feel free to have your character just call it ‘it’ or ‘they’ if you wanna humanize it ig

first found by the garrison as this extra creepy titan that would creep around the woods without actually aiming for the walls or soldiers hanging around there.

the survey corps encountered it a few times, finding that it either leers in the shadows or runs away when spotted.

chews / scrapes trees like a rodent, seemingly to keep its nails sharp af

pussy titan

won’t attack if encountered, but will still defend itself until it finds a viable way to escape the situation

relies heavily on claws / teeth & agility. 

can climb and fly around trees with ease.

OFF FILE.  ↳     what is left to discover.

can learn,  knows its weak af,  has seen the SC demolish titans so it won’t fight if it doesn’t have to

still semi-coherent / not fully corrupted human inside, but she’s delirious af.  more on this in ymir’s history

can speak minimally, but it’s actually incredibly difficult to get the sounds right without some level of pain due to the way its mouth / tongue / throat is set up, so it does so only rarely and only when it really feels it needs to.

can barely remember how to speak anyways so

though not entirely humanoid, it’s more in the stages of an intelligent pet than a full-on rodent.  she still holds very, very little of ymir’s consciousness, since i have no idea wtf the jaw titan’s goals would otherwise be,  so her semblance of loyalty / need for selflessness is still there. also holds an ability to grasp on to & listen to instruction, etc.

stays in titan territory because it makes no sense (to her) to go looking for big person where little people are.

tbh if she ever met the female titan she’d probably think that was the real Ymir and try to bite off her neck on sight sakdjha

HISTORY

YMIR began as a simple, orphaned girl amidst the fallen Eldian Empire,  now simply known as ‘ Marley ’.  She knew next to nothing of her people’s war or struggles, instead living through the symbolism of old Eldian traditions, holding her in high esteem, as a deity, for no reason that was entirely apparent to her.

Though she knew she wasn’t anything special, she couldn’t handle the looks of pure torture her followers would bear whenever she so much as hinted towards the fact, and instead became devoted to doing everything in her power to help these people as they should have been helped.

Through means she would never  ( was too NAIVE to )  find out,  her followers got their hands on one of the original titans,  and set off to turn their ‘goddess’ under the delusion that setting her on Paradis this way would lead her to the Founding Titan, and link her soul back into place to restore her full power.

On her end,  no clear instructions were given.   She was told to ‘Find Herself and save us all’  and being so used to simply following blindly for the sake of others,  she tried her damn best.

Not understanding the power in the slightest,  she often resisted any natural instinct to shift back once she did transform,  instead forcing herself to remain as she was turned until she accomplished her mission.   So she kept that inherent goal in mind without…. actually really knowing what the hell she was actually meant to accomplish.   She sort of just kept looking hoping whoever ‘SHE’ was, that she was meant to consume, would be to some degree obvious.

For the first decade or so she’d roam and shift out to sleep every so often, usually staying in the trees, and entirely lost any concept of time.  Eventually she wouldn’t do more than half-shift,  and then not shift at all.

Clearly this didn’t work out for the best, as her being was soon becoming more and more absorbed into the titan the longer she went without shifting back and getting proper rest to rejuvenate.  

By the time Wall Maria gets breached, she’s barely there, and her conscience is entirely irreversible ; she can barely think for herself,  and getting her out of the titan would kill her on the spot.

So her days continue, as this delirious thing searching for what she’ll likely never find / accomplish, in hopes of going back & making her followers proud ( although, at this point, she likely remembers little of the why.

[burningupp]

ok bby i know it's been a while but it is that time again. that's right, reaction time with sunny is back. since it's been a hot minute, instead of spamming you, i'll just make this one really long so this is for parts 26-epilogue of commitment-phobic.

pt 26:

- ok i distinctly remember reading this but ig i didn't leave a reaction bc i can't find it so here it is

- the combo of sannie and jinnie is so powerful, i love it, you're welcome

- that's all i gotta say, chaos brewing is fantastic

pt 27:

- ooh right to the death threats i like it

- lmao ofc she was hiding in the bathroom

- emotional range of a teaspoon 😭

- ofc they plotted murder over dinner

- ooh look at things progressing

pt 28:

- lmao not her clowning him for the image

- man y/n can go from 0 to threatening so fast. i love it

- "why are you being needy, it's gross" mhm sure san you love the attention don't lie

- san is indeed a little gremlin

pt 29:

- notice how jin said a most beloved dongsaeng and not the most beloved dongsaeng (bc it's obviously jungkook)

- jinnie is so violent (and perfect) i love him

- "you know namjoonie's stupid face cracks me up"

- lmao a mildly threatening kookie, i love it

- there's literally too much to comment on i just love jin so much

pt 30:

- oh hey this looks familiar. i will try to recall my original reactions lol

- ofc jin is messing with u jimin. not his fault u fell for it. i mean he's still right but ur still an idiot (a lovable one ofc)

- god they're such awkward little shits

- i've said it before and i'll say it again, i love the comforting home-y way you've described y/n's place

- agh yesssssss gotta love a good confession

epilogue let's gooooo:

- aw meeting san, what a big milestone

- bring jin 😂 san would love the surprise, to be fair

- dw jinnie i'll make sure you and sannie get the credit you deserve (also me for being the mastermind behind the masterminds if uk what i mean)

- ugh i love that ending with the implied chaos

GOOD JOB JOSIE YOU FINISHED IT (a hot minute ago but i've been busy so let's pretend it just happened) YAYYYYY 🎉 I'M SO PROUD

bro I missed you too, welcome back 🥺

you're so right, those two are absolute crackheads. thank you for giving me that idea 😂

you know ya girl isn't emotionally equipped to handle this situation, the bathroom was a very expected hiding spot lol

y/n is a badass and no one can change my mind. also san being a tsundere? more likely thank you think!

you can't blame jin for loving jk the most, he goes along with jin's dumbass schemes without question! jin is indeed my favorite character in this how did you know 👀

I'm glad you liked the description of her place! I wanted it to really feel like he was finally being let into her life, not just her home 🤧

look, y/n's dad isn't in the picture, and san is objectively her favorite person. I wanna be real clear that ALL the credit for the parent trapping portion of this story goes to sunny, your mind is amazing tbh 🥰

thank you for being proud of me! I struggled a lot in the end, but I got there lol. I always love hearing your takes on my stories, and I hope I'll get to hear more of them ❤

[myriadimagines]

Don’t Get All Soppy On Me

Star Wars (The Clone Wars) One Shot

Characters: [MALE] Reader x Ahsoka Tano

Warnings: violence, mild swearing

Request: “Okay, very simple. Someone whom had known ahsoka since the clone wars film Or since she joined the order. Maybe a witty-sarcastic bloke; let's say jedi jack sparrow, I.e. "I once knew a mandolorian named... Something in mandolorian" that kind of comedic wit. Oh, and preferably a snappy dresser. And maybe instead of jack's monkey, a little droid like bane's. Just a thought, get back to me soon. My idea; the character for this be the image I sent you, but, he has a split personality. When his armour is white, eyes green, etc, he's in contact with the light side. When he comes into contact with the dark side, his armour turns black, eyes red, uses the other lightsabre. Only thing being, despite being in contact with the dark side, he only uses it for good intentions. And, fuck me, I probably haven't explained this well... At all...” - grandmastervenom

Word Count: 1,642

A/N: ahhhhHHhhHHH I hope I encompassed everything !! I feel like there are definitely things I missed out but I wasn’t sure where to add them in without being too forced. I wasn’t really sure as to where this story should go, and apologies this took so long. (and psa to everyone else this is the last Clone Wars request I’m taking !! and one shots are still closed)

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You smirked and leaned against the pillar as you watched Ahsoka walk away from Anakin and the Jedi Temple with her head down. Your droid, LEXI-2, chirped something, and you rolled your eyes and shushed it.

“No, Lexi, I’m not going to comfort her. She can manage on her own.” you raised an eyebrow, but the droid chirped again. Groaning, you hopped down from the ledge you were perched on and landed in front of her.

“That was depressing,” you gestured behind her to the Temple and Ahsoka shrugged halfheartedly. “Almost got a tear out of me.”

“Well, I’m always one for dramatic exits.” Ahsoka joked, folding her arms across her chest.

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “That was dramatic, all right.”

You had been best friends with Ahsoka before she joined the Jedi Order, and had somehow managed to maintain your friendship despite not seeing each other as often. She often came to you when she needed help on a mission, and you often came to her when you needed to get out of trouble. You never really understood why Ahsoka wanted to become a Jedi. You were a a Jedi of sorts yourself, but you were never one to abide by the rules, especially the ones the Jedi Order had. You had been trained about the ways of the Force, but you were in the bounty hunter business.

“Hey, at least you’re free now.” you raised an eyebrow, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder.

“I just feel so…” Ahsoka trailed off, her eyes wandering off to a point behind you. “Lost.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes, moving your hand away. “Let’s cut it with that nonsense. What are you planning on doing now?”

“I guess I haven’t really thought it through this far.” she muttered.

“Do you ever think anything through?” you smirked, only half teasing, and a small smile finally lit up her face.

“Thanks, y/n.” she smiled at you gratefully, and you grinned.

“Well, someone has to snap you out of this funk you’re in.” you adjusted the collar of your cape and began walking, Ahsoka trailing behind you. The two of you wandered into the city, headed towards downtown Coruscant with Lexi hovering by your shoulder.

“Feeling good today?” Ahsoka asked vaguely, gesturing to your white armour. You didn’t respond, staring forward instead. You were different than anyone else who was in contact with the Force. You weren’t part of the Light or the Dark side, yet you were able to use powers from both sides. When your armour was white, you were using the Light side. However, the few times you came in contact with the Dark side, your armour would transform, turning black.

You led her into a small, crowded bar which you liked to spend time in because it allowed you just to blend in. It was a hot spot for bounty hunters, and you could attract a lot of business here. You pointed her to a small table in the corner as you picked up to drinks at the bar, before sitting opposite to her.

“I think I just have to get out of here.” she finally spoke up you took a swig from your drink. Evening was beginning to settle in, the light slowly disappearing behind the buildings. “Just get out of the system and spend some time alone. Maybe train myself, something like that.”

“How are you planning on getting out?” you swirled your cup, and Ahsoka sipped her drink, deep in thought. “I’m guessing you want to lay low, and you probably want to go somewhere isolated. And it’s not like you can just take a ship from the Jedi Temple anymore, you have to travel like the rest of us normal folks do.”

“I’m sure you know some people who’ll help me out.” Ahsoka raised her eyebrows, and you scoffed and finished your drink.

“Yeah, sure. I know people.” you leaned forward on your elbows. “People who want to cut your head off. People who will just eat you up. Literally and metaphorically.

“Not helping.” Ahsoka muttered, finishing her drink. Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to retort when Lexi began beeping. Looking over your shoulder, you frowned to see someone approaching you.

“Hey, y/n!” the man yelled, causing some people to stop and glance at you. Sighing, you pulled your hood down and turned around. “Where’s my money?”

“I don’t owe you any money, Amar.” you growled, balling your hands into fists and standing up. Amar shoved you, hard, but you didn’t budge.

“I gave you information,” he snarled. “You owe me.”

“I saved your damn life back on Mandalore.” you snarled, looming over him. “You’re the one who owed me.”

“I don’t seem to recall.” Amar smirked, pushing his robe back to reveal his blaster. “Now give me my damn money.”

“y/n.” Ahsoka hissed from behind, watching as your armour slowly began to turn black. You didn’t look back at her, but Amar looked and a sinister grin crossed his face.

“Hey, I recognize you.” he pointed a skeletal finger at Ahsoka, and she froze. “Yeah… you’re a Jedi, aren't you? You put one of my friends in jail. Your friend here, he owes me money. You ought to put him in jail.”

“Leave y/n alone. Your friend was probably a violent monster who deserves to be in jail.” Ahsoka retorted, her eyes blazing. Amar advanced towards her, and you protectively stood in between them. He whistled, and four more men appeared, each gripping a blaster. Silence descended upon the bar, everyone holding their breath as they watched. Ahsoka was already gripping her lightsaber, but before she could react, you thrust your palms open. Electricity sparked from your fingertips and hit the four men in the chest, sending them flying. Two of them crashed into the bar, while the other two smashed into the nearby tables. There was a pause, before the bar descended into more chaos.

Amar spun around, firing his blaster, as the other bounty hunters began fighting too. You effortlessly deflected the bolt with a flick of your wrist. Using the Force, you pushed Amar flat onto his back. He wriggled in an attempt to stand, but you kept him down. Turning to Ahsoka, you watched as she jabbed her elbow into a man’s nose, causing him to cry out and stumble backwards as it began to bleed. She used her lightsaber to slice at another bounty hunter’s leg who tried to shoot her, and he doubled over and clutched his thigh.

“You wanna deal with this one?” you asked her, gesturing to Amar. She sauntered over, hovering over him.

“You can’t kill me.” Amar spluttered. “You’re a Jedi! You’re one of the good guys.”

“Not anymore.” Ahsoka’s voice was low, and she struck the handle of her lightsaber across his face, rendering him unconscious. She raised her arm again as if to strike him, but you grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Leave it.” you demanded, and she tried to jerk away. “Let’s get out of here. Lexi, find some places which offer transport.”

The droid chirped and began projecting lists of places and names as you dragged Ahsoka out of the bar and into the street. Pulling your hood over your head, you kept a firm grip on her arm and pulled her into an alleyway. You scanned the list Lexi had projected onto the wall, pointing at one which sounded familiar.

“I know this street.” you started walking in the direction and Ahsoka jogged to catch up with you. “They’ll help you get out of Coruscant without attracting too much attention.”

“That felt good.” Ahsoka laughed breathlessly to herself, and you cast her a look over your shoulder as your armour slowly transformed back to white. “What? It did. Finally being able to do something without worrying about rules.”

“Yeah, don’t go crazy with your new freedom.” you warned her, sharply turning a corner. You passed by a stall, where the merchant was slowly dozing off, and swiftly snatched one of the hoods they were selling and tossed it to her. She caught it without hesitation and slipped it on, checking to make sure the merchant wasn’t looking. She pulled the hood over her eyes and the two of you finally stopped at a platform.

There were a few other derelict individuals wandering around with tattered bags over their shoulders. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a few coins and pressed them into Ahsoka’s hand. She tried to hand them back to you, but you shook your head.

“I know the guy who owns the ships. He smuggles people in and out all the time when they want to disappear. I’ll let him know you’re here and he’ll help you get to wherever you want to go.”

“y/n,” she grabbed your hand before you and Lexi rushed off, faltering as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say. “Th-thank you. You’re the only person who’s ever been at my side all this time.”

“Well, that’s what friends are supposed to do, right?” you grinned, and Ahsoka grinned back. “I have to go deal with those scoundrels back at the bar before they come out here to follow you.”

“Will I see you again?” Ahsoka asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m just going to disappear into thin air.” you punched her lightly, and she laughed. “You will see me again. Now go. Don’t get all soppy on me.”

“Yes, sir.” Ahsoka turned around to see a dark, worn down ship land onto the platform. You made eye contact with the pilot and nodded, and he nodded back.

“Be good, Ahsoka.” you joked, giving her a final wave as you walked away.

“You too, y/n.” she called out, and you gave her a grin.

“Aren’t I always?” you retorted, your armour slowly turning black and your eyes glinting red.

[getters-blog-index]

Ka’rta Tor

Chapter 4

“DON’T HOLD BACK!” “CLANKER ON OUR RIGHT FLANK!” “GOT HIM!” “WATCH YOUR FIRE!” Commands, warnings, hurrahs. They all were being thrown left and right as the battle waged on. The separatist battle droids were being mowed down by the miniguns, but they only had so much time before they ran out of power. And the tanks were still advancing. The next wave of droids included Super Battle Droids, larger and bulkier soldiers with wrist-mounted lasers. They took a lot more effort to take down.

         All the while, Jerard fought to keep them at bay, blaster nailing whatever droid made it past the shower of blaster bolts from above with the assistance of Lock and Dux. The three commanders kept up the fight, doing what they could to keep up the morale of the troops. However, they weren’t without losses. They had the fortune of being able to move the wounded inside to patch them up, but that meant less guns to fight against the droid army.          “Things are getting a bit messy, Jerard. We should press the attack. Keep them out of the shield altogether.” Dux suggested. Jerard nodded in agreement. He holstered the large blaster on his back and reached across his belt to reach his lightsaber, a sleek and simple design with triangle shaped pieces adorning the top. When activated, the blade shined a bright yellow glow.         Dux similarly unsheathed his own weapon, his mounted to his left gauntlet, shining a blue blade that looked like an extension of his own arm. The two mandalorian commanders charged the front line, slashing at the droids to carve a path to the enemy. They were joined by two clones and two mandalorian soldiers that shot at any enemies their leaders didn’t get.         Their efforts would get them passed the Super Battled Droids, and out of the safety of the shields. The droids turned their efforts to the commanders. Jerard used his blade to deflect shots as the other five shot at the droids. “Nareen is never this late. Where is she?” Jerard asked his friend. He had faith in Dux’s wife, but they needed the support. “You worry too much, Jer. She’s coming. I’m sure of it.”          As if to dash their hopes, Magna Guards appeared from the brush, staffs at the ready to strike. “She better come faster. I’m not about to let our troops die here.” Jerard responded to Dux before engaging with the IG-100 droids. They were programmed by the separatists to fight against Jedi head to head. This would not be an easy fight. He blocked one of their attacks while the other was blocked by Dux’s gauntlet-mounted sabre. “Have a little more faith. I know she’s on her way.”          Artillery shots could be heard. Nareen must’ve completed her mission, as it sounded like the tanks were shooting at each other beyond the Magna Guards. “Dux, go help your wife. I’ll handle these droids.” Dux nodded and motioned to the four that had followed to go with him. Of course, he didn’t leave without taking one of these clankers down, lashing across it’s midsection after it had failed to hit his head.           The five soldiers left, leaving Jerard to fight against the two remaining Magna Guards. He reached for his beskar’kad, his sword, with his left hand, and fought the machinations with both blades. He swung at their heads, finding his attacks blocked by the agile droids. As the blades held there, he searched out with the force to get a feel of the battle. The droids continued their advance on the temple, but he could sense the tanks were now fighting their own battle, no longer advancing. Still, there was another regiment of droid reinforcements on the way further out. He hoped that Dux and Nareen would finish their battle soon so they could regroup at the temple. The larger droid force would decimate them if they took too long.          Which meant, Jerard needed to finish up here in order to get to them. He focused on himself, using the force, and the emerald, to improve his reflexes. He would cleave these droids to scrap with a decisive move. All he needed was an opening. He released the effort he had one their electrostaffs. The battle returned to dodging and striking by both parties, seemingly perfect strikes missing their marks. Them he saw his moment. Jerard used a surge of adrenaline fueled by the force, to slice through the two droids, one with his saber, the other with his sword. Though, there was something amiss. Jerard turned to see the droids standing in place. He could see where the blades had struck. They were perfect killing blows, but the droids had yet to fall...in fact, he could no longer feel the breeze, or hear the sounds of battle. It was as if time itself had stopped...            The moment soon ended, and the battle resumed. The droids fell to pieces. Jerard stared in amazement. There was no way that someone could use the force to stop time...unless. Jerard took the brief moment to take out the yellow emerald from his belt pocket. It was shining even brighter now, suddenly unleashing a flash of light. It faded soon after, but it was clear that Jerard had found their trump card. This emerald granted him improved power in the force. He would use that power to help lead them to victory in this battle. He hurried to the tanks, in order to assist his allies, unawares of the consequences of tapping into such great power.

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             A flash of light was unleashed from the emerald still in the center of the temple in response to the light that came from outside. The true effects of the warlord’s efforts were revealed, as a group of mobians were now laying on the ground within the chamber. Sonic and his friends had been unwittingly pulled into the conflict, as were four others. Two hedgehogs, one ebony, and one ivory, a bat, and an automaton of destruction.             Sonic was the first to see their surroundings. “Uh, I think it really was Chaos Control afterall.” He turned to the other newcomers. “Shadow? Silver? Where did you guys come from?” He inquired.           The ebony hedgehog, no doubt the one called Shadow, shot him a look. “We were being sent on mission to another zone in order to ascertain the threat that they posed to our zone, though, it looks like they made a mistake, since you’re here.”           “Aww, I knew you cared.” Sonic said teasingly, causing Shadow to roll his eyes at his comment. They both looked to Silver, the ivory hedgehog, awaiting his answer. The seemingly younger hedgehog stood up. “Er, well, I can’t say I was doing anything too unusual. I tried traveling to the past again...I’m guessing it worked since you’re both here, but, what is this place?”             The automaton spoke up. -LOCATION: UNKNOWN. I HAVE NO ACCESS TO THE EGGNET NOR G.U.N. CONTROL. TRAVEL TO NEW ZONE SUCCESSFUL. TARGET ZONE: NEGATIVE. REQUESTING PERMISSION TO RELIEVE FRUSTRATION ON THE SURROUNDING STRUCTURE.-            “Permission denied, Omega. You’re not going to cave us in just because you’re not happy with where we ended up.” The bat spoke up. “So, Sonic, you said that this may have been Chaos Control?” She asked the blue hedgehog, who responded with a nod. She held her chin as she processed. “Whoever used the Chaos Control did it at a perfect time to distort where we’d all end up.”             “Only one problem with that theory, Rouge. We weren’t trying to travel anywhere.” Sally spoke up. “We were investigating an anomaly near New Mobotropolis. We all saw visions of...something. It’s hard to describe.” As the princess spoke, Rouge smirked.              “Honey, if you were investigating an anomaly, then it doesn’t really matter if you were trying to travel across zones or not. You were at the sight of something. I think that’s good enough to get you pulled through, though I’m a bit surprised that your team wasn’t all there.”            “Maybe for the better. We don’t know where we are or how to get back. Having Freedom Fighters back home at leasts puts my mind at ease while we focus on getting home.” Sally retorted to the bat’s comment. She turned to the Master Emerald in the center of the room. “It’s entirely possible we’re on Angel Island, if the Master Emerald is here.”           -WARNING: I HAVE DETECTED A SURPLUS OF LIFEFORMS AND ROBOTS SEVERAL METERS ABOVE US ENGAGED IN COMBAT. PERMISSION TO JOIN THEM IN GLORIOUS DESTRUCTION.- The entire group looked to Omega with surprise. He looked at all of them with confusion at their expressions. -IS THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO DESTROY OR BECAUSE OF MY OBSERVATION THAT YOU HAVE ALL FAILED TO DO WHILE YOU WERE HERE DISCUSSING USELESS SEMANTICS AND ‘FEELINGS’?-            “He’s right, I’m detecting a large number of lifeforms above us, most of them matching human genetics.” Nicole interjected.            -MY QUERY WAS NOT ANSWERED.-           Shadow rolled his eyes. “I’m more concerned that you’re ready to jump into a fight with an enemy or people we haven’t even met yet. So Permission Denied.”           -YOU WANT TO RUIN ALL OF MY FUN.-          “Well, if there’s people upstairs, I say we go say ‘Hi’.” Sonic said before dashing out of the room at high speeds. Tails looked at Sally and shrugged following Sonic to the upper levels of this unknown location. The princess huffed at the situation. “We need to handle this delicately. Come on everyone. We should go see what we can do before Sonic gets on their bad side.”        “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Silver said ominously.        -I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU FEEL, FLUFFY MEATBAG.-

[myriadimagines]

History Isn’t So Boring, After All

Star Wars (Rogue One) One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Jyn Erso

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death

Request: “Can you do a one-shot with your imagine " Imagine You're a historian working with the Rebels and telling Jyn stories from the past " Star Wars, please?” - Anon

Word Count: 933

A/N: Original imagine is here [x] ! I struggled a little bit with this one, so I hope it’s accurate ! I had to use some information from here [x].

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The room was dimly lit with dark curtains covering the entrance. You had hung small lights around the ceiling, but you preferred the natural sunlight which came through the small glass windows. There were stacks of books covering two walls, and a huge desk in the centre filled with scrolls, more books and some hologram projectors. You were sitting on the carpet, studying one of the scrolls depicting a diagram of the Jedi Temple.

You were one of the few historians working alongside the rebels. Although studying history didn’t seem important to the battle, it was crucial to understand the past and it’s effects on the future. It also came in handy when making future predictions.

Leaning back to rest against the wall, you smiled at the sight of books surrounding you. You loved hanging out in the small cove that you and the other historians had designed to research in. It was away from the chaos of the Rebel base, and it was quiet and peaceful. You were beginning to doze off when you heard the light tread of footsteps approaching the entrance.

Jyn uncertainly stepped inside. She had never been inside the historian room before, and was taken aback by the sheer amount of information that was stored inside. She gasped a little when she noticed you sitting on the floor.

“Hello, Jyn.” you rolled up the scroll and set it on the table as you stood up to approach her. “I’m y/n, the historian on duty today. What can I help you with?”

“Chirrut told me he had been in here and it was very interesting.” she responded uncertainly, looking around. You nodded: Chirrut had been here earlier in the day and listened to you talk about some of the Jedi Masters and the Jedi council, which he became increasingly invested in.

“Anything in particular you want to learn about?” you asked, strolling over to the bookshelves and scanning the titles, already formulating an idea about what she might be interested in. You had that skill: you could sense what people would like to learn about just by looking at them, and most of the time you were correct.

“I’m not too sure.” Jyn mumbled, feeling out of place. “I didn’t think history could be that interesting. The past is over, I suppose, why dwell in it?”

You laughed, and selected a couple of books. You turned around and piled them on the desk, looking her in the eye. You didn’t blame her, a lot of people had the same view about history, but that’s where you came in to educate them.

You had never formally met Jyn before, although you had seen her on base and heard stories about her, you knew she was a fighter.

“That crystal around your neck is very powerful, Jyn.” you casually remarked, and Jyn instinctively reached her hand up and held it. Surprised that you noticed it under her scarves, she continued cautiously.

“Chirrut mentioned something about it. My mother gave it to me.”

“Before Order 66 was executed and many Jedi were killed, those crystals fuelled their weapons.” you continued, leaning over to program the hologram. You turned it on, and Jyn stepped forward curiously to inspect it. “Lightsabers.”

“How do they work?” Jyn asked, intrigued. Smiling, you opened one of the books and found a diagram of a kyber crystal inside the handle of a lightsaber. Spinning the book around, you slid it over to her side of the desk, which she leaned over to inspect.

“The mechanics of it are complicated,” you flipped through another book. “It includes modulation circuits and an emitter matrix.” You opened up to a page with featuring detailed drawings of different type of lightsabers, and moved the book towards her. You smiled at the sigh of Jyn flipping trough the pictures, absorbing it all.

“These are amazing, y/n.” she spoke in awe. “Are there any lightsabers at the base?”

“Unfortunately not.” you dusted off the cover of one of the books. “They belong to Jedi, and most of the Jedi have been wiped out. All the remaining who survived are in exile, hiding somewhere in the galaxy. It was a terrible tragedy.”

“Order 66?” Jyn recalled your earlier comment, and you nodded and reached for a third book.

“It occurred during the Clone Wars.” you flipped open to a memoir written by a Senator who lived during the time, and gave it to Jyn to read. “The Clone troopers used to work for the Republic, but they were ordered to turn against the Jedi by the Sith Lord. Something in their wiring changed their brains and they viewed the Jedi as an enemy. Such powerful knights and beings connected so strong with the Force were wiped out with a single order.”

Sighing, you looked up at Jyn, who’s expression began to harden. She slammed the book shut and handed it to you, the determination you saw in her eyes earlier was even stronger.

“We must defeat the Empire.” she spoke, anger lacing in her voice. “After all the destruction they’ve done the galaxy, y/n, after all the lives they taken. They must be defeated.”

“They must be defeated.” you echoed her words in agreement. “And they will be defeated. They will lose.”

Smiling at you, Jyn nodded. She looked at the books behind you and gestured to them.

“I have to go, but I’ll be coming back to read more.” she said, and you smiled. “History isn’t so boring, after all.”

“It’s far from boring.” you agreed. “I’ll see you soon, Jyn.”