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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 3 years

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Hey, ummm I'd like to request a Jess Mariano imagine where reader and him habe been dating for a while and one day they're just cuddling and relaxing and reader starts thinking about school/work and breaks down because they're very stressed. I would really appreciate if you could make the reader gender neutral <3 If you don't have the time or don't want to do it I understand, thank you for your time either way <333

Jess's arms were naturally wrapped around your body as the two of you cuddle on the couch, eyes staring intently at the movie playing on the TV screen. You couldn't help but give out a genuine smile filled with content, your mind slowly registering the movie's story as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Finals are coming, Georgie! So no, I don't have time to dress up and go to one of your stupid parties! I have a future to think about!"

Those words pouring out of the heroine's mouth as tears prickle in the corner of her eyes are enough to make you lose your smile, a dreadful feeling slowly washing over you. Thoughts of upcoming assignments takes over your mind in an instant, the mere thought of their due dates rapidly approaching making your heart squeeze with an awful amount of anxiety. And the finals are coming soon as well... and you haven't studied a thing yet!

Your body tenses up, your breathing hitching in your throat. Oh, God... you barely have enough time as it is. How are you gonna be able to finish everything on time? You'll barely be able to get a C+ at this point. You're ruined, over. No way you can still have a bright future after you fail a semester, not in such a prestigious college. Hell, your whole family will embarrassed by you, ashamed. What will stop them for desinheriting you?

And Jess? You bet he'll still love you after you fail-

"Hey," He speaks up just as you were thinking about him, a frown of worry on his face as he looks down at your trembling form. "Are you okay?"

You breathe in slowly, your bottom lip slightly shaking. "... no."

He stretches his arm out to grab the remote, putting the movie to a stop soon after. He looks back at you, gently bringing you close to him.

"What's going on?"

You stay silent for a few seconds, barely managing to part your lips. "I'm gonna fail everything."

He frowns in confusion. "Fail what?"

"My assignments, all my exams..." Tears threaten to fall, your lips letting out a shaky breath. "I'm gonna fail this semester, and everyone is going to hate me-"

"Hey, whoa." He stops you right as you were about to spiral into a fit of self-hatred, his hands gently moving up and down your arms to give you comfort. "You're not gonna fail everything. You're smart; you know this."

You give out a shaky sigh, hesitance still all over your mind. "... I guess."

"Tell me," He takes a pause to think, his eyes looking down at you right after. "When's your next assignment due?"

You become silent once more for a moment. "... in two weeks."

"Hm." His lips into a smile, an idea lighting up in his eyes. "And how long do you think it's gonna take you?"

"... I don't know..." A sense of embarrassment takes over you as soon as you realize what he's doing, feeling a little ashamed for panicking just now. "... two days...? Maybe?"

"See? You have time." He slowly pushes a strand of your hair out of your face, trying to hide his amusement as he tries to comfort you. "And if you wanna do some stuff in advance, we can make more time. No problem."

You look up at him with squinted eyes, not liking these feelings of embarrassment swirling inside your chest. "Stop smirking, you jackass."

He gives out a loud laugh at your words. "Excuse me? I'm just helping out my partner, here."

"And feeling cocky while doing so." You squint your eyes even more; though, your expression softens after a while, your teeth gently biting the inside of your cheek as you speak up. "... but thanks. I felt really overwhelmed."

"Well, like I said..." His smile softens, slightly stretching out onto his cheeks. "No problem."

#gilmore girls #jess mariano #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano imagines #jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls imagine #gilmore girls imagines #gilmore girls x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert #request #requests

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 years

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Crisis Redo Pt 1

Okay, spinning off from my idea of what might habe happened if Lena knew Lex would try to reshape the new reality in his own image and took steps to thwart him, I've been thinking.... what if Lena didn't have the time or focus to do much against Lex in that moment? The worlds are colliding, so many people have died, and all Lena knows is that she's ashamed of what she was planning with Non Nocere and that she wishes she didn't know the superhero standing next to her. She wishes she didn't know any of it.

So Lex's reality comes to fruition, with one major aspect missing: Lena isn't there.

He asks the butler where his sister is. The butler asks "whatever do you mean, sir? You've never had a sister."

And the same goes for Kara. She goes to Lena's office to tell her the truth all over again, and finds some nameless, unfamiliar man sitting behind the desk. No matter how hard she googles, the world has never heard of Lena Luthor. Kara is heartbroken, thinking that her Lena ended with the old reality. Alex does her best to comfort her, but is ultimately kind of crap at it.

"Maybe it's for the best," Alex says. This way, there's one less Luthor to worry about.

Months pass, and though Kara moves on, she never forgets. There's a hole in her life where Lena used to be, a mountain of things left unsaid-- things she'll never have the chance to say again.

But then, one day, Kara's in line to get coffee at Noonan's when the barista calls out "flat white for Lena!"

Kara's head shoots up, scanning the counter and the crowd reflexively. It's happened a few times by now, and every time her hopes are dashed by an unfamiliar face, the wrong hair or an unknown smile. This time, however, she spies a flash of fair skin and dark hair near the pick up counter, and her heart starts thudding in her ears.

It's too crowded for Kara to see the woman's face. She shoves her way out of line and towards the counter, only to next see the woman slipping out the door. By the time Kara makes it to the sidewalk, the woman is gone, but Kara knows in her heart that it was her.

It was Lena.

She rushes home that night to tell her sister, only for Alex to poke holes in her certainty. Alex asks question after question that Kara can't answer. She didn't see the woman's face, or which way she went. She doesn't know the woman's last name, nor did she have any other way to find the woman again.

All Kara can do is return to Noonan's at roughly the same time the next morning, and hope that Lena comes again. She waits for hours, sipping on cold coffee and nibbling on a pastry she can barely taste. In the end, even Kara knows when to admit defeat.

She stands to leave, gathering her trash and sweeping her crumbs onto the floor. She's so busy fighting tears that she doesn't see the person entering as she barrels out to leave.

"Oh!"

Kara freezes, her arms hooked around a familiar waist to keep the other woman from falling.

"Sorry, I didn't see you," the woman says in a low, throaty voice. Kara blinks, then stares speechlessly into Lena's eyes. "Please, excuse me."

Lena extricates herself from Kara's grip, straightening her sweater where it had gathered around her hips. Kara says nothing, her voice trapped behind the sudden lump in her throat. Lena's brow furrows in confusion, but her gaze remains cool, without any sign of recognition.

"After you," Lena says finally, taking a step back to hold the door open for Kara.

"Lena."

Only then does Lena do a double-take, her green eyes widening before she scans Kara rapidly. "Sorry, have we met?"

#crisis redo #alt s5 onwards #supergirl #supercorp #lena makes it so that she was never part of lex's or kara's lives #amnesia fic #kinda #alternate reality au #not sure what to call this one

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Nagito, Kokichi and Gundham with a s/o who wears a mask

Desc; S/o is insecure of a large scar on her eye, so they cover it with a prosthetic mask. But someone snatches it off their face. >:(

Btw!!! If you have insecurities about past scars, remember that Nagito, Gundham and Kokichi will always love you no matter what! As well as the other characters from danganronpa >:3 remember to love yourself and all your scars, because you are truly beautiful! And you can’t say otherwise! ùwú

Warnings; tw; insults based off looks/scars, cussing, threatening, very very few sexual comments(there’s like 1)

Nagito

You were walking around the beach with Nagito, hand in hand. You two conversed about random topics, though Nagito mostly talked about hope obviously. As you two talked, you didn’t notice a certain pig-tailed girl make her way towards you. The both of you being too entranced by the other.

As you turned your head to see Hiyoko charging towards you, you were too slow to avoid her gremlin-like hands, Hiyoko was able to snatch your mask off. Your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of your mask being removed, but before you could even feel the air hit your face, Nagito acted quickly.

He hastily brought you into a hug, gently pressing your face against his shoulder, shielding your scar from view. Personally, Nagito adored your scar, for he loved every part of you.

Despite all his countless compliments and sentiments, he knew how insecure you still were. So he did what he needed to do, for your sake. Feeling a warmth engulf your heart, you teared up at Nagito’s actions. You truly appreciated him.

You stood there in Nagito’s embrace, the embarrassment finally hitting you like a brick shortly after. Oh how you were glad Nagito was there. Nagito curled his arm protectively around your body, “Not cool, Hiyoko-san. What a terrible act of despair.” He shook his head and sighed from disappointment,

“Well it’s okay, your talent isn’t completely wasted. Because you can become a wonderful sacrifice for the other ultimates! Don’t you think?” Nagito spoke with sickly sweet tone, his words becoming louder and more crazed with time. He looked directly into Hiyoko’s panic-stricken irises with his swirled ones as he grinned.

“W-what are you saying? If you’re threatening m-me, I’ll tell the others!” Nagito nodded his head with an inappropriately cheerful smile, “Go ahead! Tell them what you did!” Nagito giggled maniacally, successfully scaring her away. She made a sound of frustration before skittering away like a cockroach.

Hearing Hiyoko’s footsteps fade away, you slowly relaxed into Nagito’s protective embrace. Nagito slowly calmed down from his previous state as well, relieved that the rat was gone.

He didn’t let go of you until he realized what he was doing, “M-my hope! I’m so sorry, I know you probably didn’t want to hug trash like me-” He tried pulling away but you shoved his body back towards you. “... Thank you.” He let out a small squeak before hesitantly hugging you back.

He brought his hands up to cup your face, seeing your face properly without your mask. Your eyes widened as you struggled to hide your face from his gaze. But before you could move away he kissed your scar multiple times, leaving you in a daze.

Your face got redder with every kiss he gave you, eventually he stopped right before your lips. “I love every single part of you, especially your scars, so don’t hide them from me.” And he leaned in.

Kokichi

You and Kokichi were playing hide & seek in the school—of course—after an abundant amount of pleading on Kokichi’s side. As soon as you heard Kokichi holler out a, “Ten!”

You started sprinting to the other side of the school; You see, you take hide & seek games very seriously. Well, you decided you’d take hide & seek games seriously ever since Kokichi said that, and I quote, “If you lose, you have to show me your face!”

Why did you take the bet, you ask? Because Kokichi also said, “But if I lose, I’ll wear a maid dress for a week!” And you needed to see him in that dress. So you ran like hell, on your way to the lockers in one of the classrooms. As you ran down the hall, you accidentally bumped into Miu.

“Hey! Watch it, you piss stained deformed pig!” She yelled out, taking a step back, you looked at her with confusion and anger. “Bitch, excuse-” You cut yourself off as you felt her snatch your mask off your face. “W-what the hell!?”

You yelped as you stumbled back and covered your face with your hand, “Why w-would you do that?” You stuttered out, the vulnerability of your mask off hitting you like a truck. You looked to the ground, not being able to make eye contact with your assaulter, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m sure everyone has wanted to see that gross face beneath your mask! I’d be doing them a favour!” She threw her head back, hysterically laughing at you.

You wanted so bad to knock her off her high horse, but she was still holding on to your mask. Since you’ve become overly comfortable with your mask, you weren’t able to function properly without it.

So all you could utter out was a meek, “J-just give it back.” Because of your focus on your mask, you completely forgot about the hide & seek game. Thus, forgetting that Kokichi was probably trying to find you right now.

“Whaaaaaat~? Iruma-san got to see your face before me? S/o-chaaaaaan, that’s not fair.” You shot your head up, making eye contact with a pair of familiar purple eyes. Before quickly looking back down, too ashamed to reveal your face.

Miu’s eyes darted around the room to find the source of the noise, but she couldn't find where it came from. Then, Miu suddenly tensed up, feeling Kokichi’s tight grip on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, why don’t I rip out your eyeballs so we can say you never saw anything?” Kokichi dug his fingers into her shoulder, eerily grinning up at her. Miu winced and tried to get away from him. Seeing this, Kokichi giggled, “Nishishi!” before leaning beside her ear, “...You have 5 seconds, whore.”

Kokichi’s grin grew impossibly larger, looking as if the edges of his mouth had been split. A lewd cry came out from Miu’s mouth before she freed herself from the boy’s grip. You both watched as she ran down the hall, clutching her groin. Did... did she get aroused from that?

You looked back down and watched Kokichi’s shoes as they slowly approached you. “Hmmm, my turn! My turn!” Kokichi gripped both your wrists, pulling them away from your face. Flinching away from his gaze, you expected him to make a disgusted face or push you away but instead he said,

“Oh c’mon, you don't even look that bad! Maaaaan, I thought you’d look scary. But instead you just look perfectly fuckable! Bummer.” Kokichi huffed out defeatedly, pretending not to notice your face that was becoming redder and redder with every second. “You can’t say things l-like that so e-easily!”

Kokichi smirked at your flustered state, before putting on an innocent facade, “Hey, why are you so nervous, huh? Is it because you like me?” You perked your head up slightly from his guess in panic, oh shit he knows. “Well? Answer the question, dummy!” He playfully leaned in closer to get a reaction out of you.

He tilted his head underneath yours, trying to get you to make eye contact with him. Not being able to avoid his gaze, you shyly looked at him. He grinned when he saw your eyes lock with his, content that you finally looked at him. You flushed underneath his stare, “Ohhh I see.” He exaggerated,

“So you are in love with me.” Before you could refute, Kokichi pecked you quickly on your lips, disallowing you from saying anything else. “W-wha?” Kokichi cackled to himself before running away, “Nishishi! Start counting, S/o-Chan~!”

Gundham

You were in the rocket punch market with Gundham, searching the aisles for freeze dried strawberries. You and Gundham wanted to get his hamsters a treat so they can, ‘rise and become the rulers of the island!‘ as the great prince of darkness said.

You looked through the candy aisle, searching for the dried fruit. While skimming your hand through the various plastic packages, you accidentally brushed your hand against Gundham’s. You both pulled away and flushed from the contact.

You hid your blushing face in your mask, whilst he hid his in his scarf. You both apologized profusely to each other, “S-sorry! I wasn’t watching my hand and-” “S/o, you must’t apologize! It was me who was at fault.” You two kept bickering back and forth, before ultimately reaching a common ground. ‘It was the package’s fault.’ Hiyoko rolled her eyes at your disgustingly adorable ‘argument’.

You two went back to searching for the treat, stealing small glances from each other. God, you guys acted like an oblivious awkward teen couple. Hiyoko watched your dumbasses act like idiots and got sick of it, she just wanted her goddamn gummy bears.

She groaned before barging into your aisle, “You guys are so annoying! Ugh, can’t you and freak-face just go already?” You winced at the insult, feeling that deep pit of insecurity all over again.

Hiyoko went up to you and smacked your mask off, “For fuck’s sake, why do you even like this nerd? They’re so ugly!” You scrambled to your knees to pick your mask back up. But before you could, she stepped on it.

You whimpered at the broken material, letting your hair cover your face like a curtain. You slowly stood up with one hand on your face, about to leave as Hiyoko said but Gundham quickly grabbed your wrist.

He faced Hiyoko with a threatening aura surrounding him, “Puto vos esse molestissimos, vacca stulta.” Hiyoko looked at Gundham with scared confusion, “The fuck? A-are you cursing me?” Gundham looked at Hiyoko dead in the eyes before taking another breath,

“Faciem durum cacantis habes, futue te ipsum!” Hiyoko slowly backed away, feeling chills run up her spine. “I just wanted some damn gummy bears!” Hiyoko wailed before turning on her heels and out the doors.

Gundham turned to you, checking if you were okay. But instead, you stepped away from him. You didn’t want him to see your scar, you didn’t want him to think you were ugly. “Wait- I- My mask-” You choked up, feeling a panic attack bubble up from your chest.

Gundham looked at you with concern, it pained him to see you in such distress. Grabbing your shoulders, he spoke to you with a strong, confident voice, “S/o. You are the darkest light in my life, I adore every part of you. Your battle scars, your charisma, you. I love you.”

He moved your hair away from your face, and lightly kissed your scar. “Your scar proves how incredible you are, it proves you’ve fought the demons in hell! And that just makes you even more perfect.”

You smiled when you heard him call you perfect, unsure of when someone last called you that. You continued to cry harder, but instead of in pain, you cried from the overwhelming love you had for this man.

sorry for taking long! and thank you for requesting :)

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amnxsia · 3 years

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(n.) a person who will forgive anything the first time, tolerate the second time but never a third time.

A/n: Inspired by my brainrot. Everything that is said in German will be translated and bolded.

Taglist: @shisoaya, @callmepromise, @namischild, @namrekcaivel, @icedkoffees, @erens-piss-cleaner, @sofi-yeager, @peachysimp, @fiaficsxo, @eremiie, @odmlevis, @weepinglevi

Summary: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction is what brought it back.

Content: dom and sub undertones, smut. nsfw minors dni

Trigger Warnings: manipulation, public sex, dacryphilia, branding, cigarettes, dedegration, slapping.

Word Count: 2241

Forgive anything the first time.

“Jean how many times do I have to tell you, Y/n isn’t allowed to drink.” Eren says staring daggers at him.

“And why the hell shouldn’t she? Just because you’re her boyfriend doesn’t mean you can tell her what she can’t and can do it’s a fucking party for god sakes Jaeger.”

“Ja, warum kann ich nicht etwas trinken Eren?” You say standing behind Jean. with big glassy doe eyes.

“Yeah why cant I have a drink Eren?”

Eren ignores you. Knowing that this is your first strike.

“You know what fuck you Jean, and fuck this party. I’m going home.”

Ignoring whatever else Jean has to say Eren pulls you towards him and whispers.

“Dies ist dein erster Schlag, also viel Spaß Prinzessin”

“This is your first strike so have fun princess.”

Ah there it is, his dominance.

One of the many things that ran straight to your core. Making you clench your legs, one of the many things to love about Eren Jaeger.

Even if you manipulated him time to time you would always be running back to him like a lost puppy trying to find it’s lost owner.

“Jean I’m leaving the party too. Have fun.”

“Whatever.”

You walk out the door, seeing a figure sitting on the curb.

“So bald zurück? Ich dachte, du würdest Spaß mit Pferdegesicht haben und einen Sturm kichern” Eren saying with a smirk.

“Back so soon? I thought you would be having fun with horse face and giggling up a storm.”

“Eren we don’t have to talk in German all the time.” you say giggling while bending down to sit next to him.

“Oh? But I thought you loved it when I talked in German, you would always clench you thighs whenever I would speak, it’s cute that you actually thought I didn’t notice.” Eren says sliding closer to you dipping his hand at your cunt rubbing it very slowing.

“Du bist schon so nass und ich habe dich noch nicht einmal richtig berührt“ Eren whispers in your ear. Shoving your panties to the side and teasing your folds.

“Your so wet already and I havent even touched you properly yet.”

Now sinking a slender finger inside stretching you out, you bit your lip to contain the moans.

Eren smirks.

“What’s wrong baby? just because we’re in public doesn’t mean you have to be quiet, no as far as I am concerned you can say my name no you can moan it, and not in German in English for everyone to hear. I want everyone to know that this pretty cunt belongs to me and only me.” He says while laughing.

“Im sorry.”

Eren stops.

“What was wrong sweet pea?” He says no teasing or playfulness laced with voice just genuine concern.

“I said I’m sorry. I just don’t want other girls all over you .” You say with hot tears streaming down your face.

Ah.

Needy baby.

“It’s okay baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll stop bringing them.”

Eren kisses you and ruffles your hair.

“I’ll see you later.”

Tolerate the second

You were doing it again.

Pissing him off.

You said you were sorry the last time, but you also loved how angry he would get if you were around other guys.

Like now.

You were sandwiched between two guys who were getting handsy with you, but you could care less about Eren and his anger issues, you would win this bet and that would be it.

But unbeknownst to you Eren was staring at you with nothing but a loving smile at you. Sitting down in a chair with his legs crossed, he was wearing black all over, sliver rings to compliment his fingers, his hair pulled back into a man bun with a few baby hairs sticking out, and black leather boots.

You looked over to him to see if he reacted in any type of way, but you started to panic when you saw him looking your way with a smile on his face. You get up and usher everyone out.

“Party’s over.”

When everyone had dispersed you focus your attention to Eren who would still looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Oh? Party ist vorbei, wie kommt es, dass es gerade interessant wurde.”

“Oh? Party's over how come it was just getting interesting.”

“Warum benimmst du dich so?”

“Why are you acting like this eren?”

“Because you think I’m fucking stupid that’s why.”

“Excuse me?”

Eren ignores your statement.

“Lass diese Jungs und diese Wette nicht zu deinem verdammten Kopf gehen, denn ich werde dich wieder zur Relalität bringen.”

“Don’t let those boys and this bet go to your fucking head because I will bring you back down to reality.”

“Warum nimmst du teil, wenn du schon wütend wirst? Ich beweise jetzt schon einen Punkt und die Wette ist noch nicht einmal beendet.”

“Why are you participating if your getting mad already im already proving a point now and the bet is not even finished.”

Eren pulls you closer to him and spreads your legs with his knee

“You’ll figure it out tomorrow if you piss me off again.”

But never a third time

Today was the last day of your bet with Eren. And of course you wanted to see what he had planned for you, even if that meant burying your own grave. Today was your 2 year anniversary and later tonight you would be going to a dinner with Eren, family and friends so they could meet him.

This was the perfect opportunity for all of Eren’s wrath to come down on you.

You decided to wear the shortest skirt you could find. You did your makeup, hair, and decided to put some rings on your fingers just like Eren.

After completing your look you walk downstairs to see Eren in a suit with rings on his fingers and a single earring dangling from his earlobe.

“Hey.”

“You look nice today.”

“Thanks.”

The car ride to the restaurant was very quiet, slowed and reverb music was playing from the radio.

Now at the restaurant Eren greets your parents and close friends.

Now everyone is in their seats before a waitress comes up and asks them what they would like to eat.

You look at your menu and say what you want and family says they want whatever you order.

Someone else walks in the restaurant with a smile and a box in their hands.

And it begins

Your mother pats you on your shoulder to tell you;

“Einer Ihrer Freunde hat etwas, das er Ihnen schenken möchte”

“One of your friends have something they want to give to you as a gift.”

Eren looks to the stranger with a concerned face, and then back to you.

“Wer ist er?”

“Who is he?”

You look at Eren trying contain a laugh.

“ein Freund.”

“A friend.”

Before Eren can say anything more the gentleman comes up to you and wraps his arms hugging you very tightly not to tightly just enough to give you affection.

“Hallo, es ist schon eine Weile her, wie geht es dir?”

“Hi it's been a while how are you?” He says with the biggest smile on his face.

“Ich war gut froh, dass es dir gut geht. Ich habe von einem kleinen Vogel gehört, dass du ein Geschenk für mich hast.”

“I've been good glad you are doing well I heard from a little birdy that you have a present for me.”

He blushes and he looks down at the floor, you take your hand and motions his head to look at you.

“Speak.”

And so he does.

“Ja, es ist ein Geschenk, es ist ein Ring mit meinem Namen, ich denke du wirst es mögen.”

“Yes it is a gift, it's a ring with my name on it i think you will like it.”

And thats when he takes out the ring and places it on your and then genty kisses your hand and wrists.

And thats when all hell breaks loose.

Eren quickly gets up from the table, dashes to your side and grabs your from the hem your shirt.

“Entschuldigung für die Unannehmlichkeiten, aber wir müssen jetzt gehen.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience but we need to leave now.”

Before either of your parents could say anything both you and Eren were out of the restaurant and heading to the car.

Eren throws you into the car, but his face is unreadable which is turning you on even more. He gets into the car and starts to drive, his knuckles white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. Unlike from before he doesn’t allow you turn on the radio to ease the tension.

Now getting out the car you and Eren walks towards your shared house, he lets you enter the house first after entering the house he slams the door, making chills run down your body.

“Eren was ist los?”

“Eren what’s wrong-”

Eren slaps you.

“Jetzt will die Hure plötzlich reden?”

“Now the whore wants to talk suddenly?”

“Kleidung aus und auf allen vieren auf dem Boden.” Eren says while walking towards the living room.

“Clothes off and on all fours on the floor.”

And without a thought you discharge all of the clothes on your and make your way to the living to see Eren staring down at the floor with a cigarette between his slightly chapped lips, momentarily exhaling and inhaling the puffs of air.

“Schau nicht ohne Vorahnung auf.”

“Don't look up without permission.”

Eren takes another inhale of his cigarette.

“Ich habe dir gesagt, lass diese verdammte Wette nicht zu und andere Jungs gehen dir in den Kopf.”

“I told you dont let this fucking bet and other boys go to your head.”

And with that Eren grabs both of your wrists and gently plants the cigarette on your wrist.

“This is where he kissed you at right? This is where he planted those disgusting lips on you.”

You buck your hips to try and loosen his grip on you but to no avail.

“Answer me.”

“Ja.”

“Yes.”

“Now answer me this. Why are you letting other asshole touch you.”

“Eren-”

He pushes the cigarette down more on your skin, burning you a bit.

“Answer.”

“I was just accepting a gift from him, it didn’t mean anything I swear.”

“Now why would I believe you? This whole week you’ve been trying to piss me off and you know what y/n, have you succeeded in doing that so I’m having a hard time believing in anything that you say right now.”

Eren let’s his grip on your wrist goes, and places the cigarette in the ash tray. And then grabbing your neck up so you were both eye to eye.

“Tell me the truth and I’m all yours baby.” He said lightly licking your neck.

“Explain it all in German for me.” He said adding on, crossing his legs.

“Ich wollte mich wütend machen, damit du mich so hart ficken kannst, so gut, ich liebe es so sehr, ich liebe dich so sehr.”

“i wanted to make mad at me so you could fuck me like so hard, so good, i love it so much, i love you so much.”

You exhale, tears running down your face, you start to rut your bare cunt against the hardwood floor.

Your crying and the sight of you trying to get off on the floor went straight to Eren’s dick.

Eren starts to unbuckle his pants, his freed cock slapping aganist his abdomen.

“You think you can handle it baby?”

“Mhm yes- I know I can, I’ll be good again I promise, I’ve been acting so terrible these past few weeks and making you angry m’sorry Eren.”

And with that Eren bridal carries you to your shared bed room and gently puts you down.

“Open.”

And you do opening your mouth wide, Eren sticks two of his fingers in your mouth.

“Do I need to prep you?”

You shake your head no.

Eren smirks “Good girl.”

And with that Eren enters your hole.

“I love you, you know that right?” Eren says playing with your hair.

“Yes I know.”

“And everything I do is for you remember that. From the way I fuck you, from the way I do all of acts of service to words of affirmation there all for you and no one else.” He says finally moving the once quiet filled house now turning into sounds of skin slapping, panting that would last all the way into the evening then into the night.

Next day

You woken to the morning rays that were peeking out from your windows. Turning over you see that Eren had left but to where you wonder. Not that it matter you don’t care about anyone else but him, only him and him alone matters.

Somewhere far away, Eren had a box in his hand and a note along with it. He was at a house your parent’s house. Now knowing that your parents didn’t ever want to you to be with him he knocks on the door before setting the box and the note on the welcome mat and then walking away, hopping into his car.

The box being a wedding invation and a note saying; “Wenn du versuchst, für mich zu kommen, blühe ich weiter <3″

“You try to come for me I keep on flourishing. <3″

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 27

WC: 886

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: implied sexual content, fluff, soft boy hours, german

Niki did end up taking you out on his motorcycle that night, but not before you made love on the hood of his Ferrari. You were pretty sure you had accidentally scratched the paint; Niki couldn’t care less. As the wind whipped around you he took great pride in the glint of his gold ring on your finger as it held tight to him on the bike. He might grow old and get tired of racing someday, but he knew he would never tire of you. You were his. Niki made you fall apart in his arms twice more before the night was over.

As promised, you called James first in the morning. “Took him long enough! Tell him that as his best man, the stag party will of course be one for the books, won’t you?” Holding your hand over the mouthpiece, you relay the message to Niki. His face screams I’d rather die than have that happen at the idea of James throwing him a bachelor party.

Smirking, you say “he would be honored, Jamie.”

Fortunately, James had already warned your family back home that an engagement was on the horizon for you. The conversation was short but heartfelt. Your mother wept with happiness for you. Tears blurred your own vision as you spoke to them.

Your father offered to pay for the wedding of your dreams, whatever you wanted. Niki didn’t have family that he wanted to include, so the most likely course of action would have been an extremely small ceremony at most. Neither of you were about pomp and circumstance.

Elena, on the other hand, gave you an excuse to be as giggly and excited as you possibly could. You didn’t tell her about the secret ring earlier, but when she spotted it on your hand she gaped like a fish mid-sentence. Without a word she had run out of your office. Not a minute later she came busting in the room, a stack of papers and magazines in her arms. Slamming them into your own - all bridal magazines - she huffed “let's get to it then!”

🏎

You were able to convince Niki to fly you out to Tokyo a few days before he needed to be there for Grand Prix business. “How did I not know you flew planes? You keeping secrets from me, Lauda?” you joked. The cockpit of his plane was cozy, even thousands of miles up in the air.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he said, squeezing your thigh.

The two of you chatted about everything and nothing through the duration of the flight. Finally, Niki pointed out the window to the left. Rising out of the clouds was a snow-capped peak - Mt. Fuji. You had arrived in Japan.

The city was gorgeous and teeming with life. Niki had two days before he needed to actually report to the Ferrari base camp, so he explored the city with you. On the first day you spent hours walking the Imperial Gardens, his hand in yours. The warmth of your ringed finger against him made him feel weightless. The trees were beginning to turn a burnt yellow, orange, red. They surrounded you in a golden halo. He watched as you walked ahead to study a statue. Mein Gott, du bist so schön. So, so beautiful. And mine.

The two of you left the garden an hour later. “Ich habe hunger - let’s go get food,” you practiced your German, heading into a restaurant outside the gates.

Niki looked around, not recognizing any of the language. “I don’t think German will get you very far here.” Sitting down at a table, you are grateful that the server knows English. They recommend a popular pork noodle soup. Given the chilly mid-October air you both get a bowl.

“Have you ever competed at Fuji?”

“No, this is my first time here.”

The server returns with two bowls, two deep spoons, and two pairs of chopsticks. You thank them. “Oh I’ve seen these before, one of my old flatmates had a pair. Her boyfriend was an American living over here and sent them.” You pick up a pair and maneuver them between your fingers to the correct position. Niki laughed, as you had stuck your tongue out in concentration.

“Aha!” You wiggle and pinch the sticks at him before handing him the other pair. He fidgets for a moment trying to copy your position. His lips pursed; a stick falls out of his grasp and rolls under the table. You bite your lip to stifle your laugh. “Maybe you should just use the spoon.”

He raised a single eyebrow at you and grabbed the spoon.

🏎

The walk to the hotel is nice. Tokyo has by no means set with the sun and people are socializing and going about their routine. Neon lights illuminate your faces in bright colors as you make your way along the streets. Leaning in to Niki to find reprieve from the cool night breeze, you ask a quiet “Niki?”

“Yes, liebe?”

“Thank you.”

His face is soft when he turns to face you. “What for?”

“Just everything. For loving me.”

“It is me that should be thanking you. I’m happy.” He isn’t good with words, but he sincerely hopes you understand him. You always have.

Tonight is no different.

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bruh--wtf · 3 years

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Jess Mariano x Reader

You and Jess had a... complicated relationship.

You first met when he moved to your hometown, Stars Hallow, a few years ago. But, then Luke kicked him out. He broke up with your friend Rory, well he ghosted her. He ghosted you as well.

Rory claimed that he'd been distant before he left. That she thought he didn't like her as much as when they started dating. You denied it, saying he was head over heals for her. But you knew you were lying.

Jess had been distant from Rory. Sometimes it was like he was pretending she was someone else. You confronted him about it and he said he had feelings for someone else.

He never told you who though. He left before you could continue that conversation.

You and Rory both attend Yale now.

Her and Paris Geller are your roomates. You and Rory bonded when you were younger over reading and writing.

But that's not how you got here. Well, sort of, but not completely.

Rory had seen Jess when she went to Stars Hallow. He was apparently sleeping in his csr and called you immediately. You were still at Yale, due to a couple friends wanting to hang out for a few extra days.

You drove there immediately. When you get to Rory and Lorelai's house, you walk in without knocking. Rory walks over to you.

"Are you sure it was him?" You ask. She nods with wide eyes.

"I've gotten over him leaving. We were by no means meant to be together. But, I know you still haven't fully healed, so-" you nod.

"He was asleep in his car?" She nods and Lorelai comes over to you. She looked sympathetic.

"I talked to Luke. I'm sure he let him in." You nod, your head was spinning. "Why don't you stay here tonight?" You look up at Lorelai. You nod, sitting on the couch. The two women go to their respected rooms. Your leg was bouncing and your mind wouldn't shut off.

So, you got up, and got in your car.

When you reached Luke's, you notice his car is gone. He's probably at Nicole's. You try to think of what to do next. Then you remember Luke's spare key. You worked here for a few months before leaving for Yale. With Lane.

You had to hop a little to reach it. You quickly go inside, going up the stairs. Silently thankful for Luke not being there so you could freely yell at Jess.

You walk into the apartment above the diner, looking over at the previously unused bed. Where he was asleep. Seemingly peacful. What an asshole.

You grab a pillow from the couch, walking over to him, throwing it at his head to wake him up. He awakes with a jolt. He looks completely freaked. And pissed. No. He has no right to be pissed.

"What the hell?!" He yells, then his eyes land on you. They take a minute to adjust, he looked a little confused for a second.

"Remember me?" You ask, annoyed. His eyes widen a fraction and any anger that was previously there disappeared. He stands up and you take a step back, happily staying away from him.

"Y/N?"

"Oh, so you do remember me. I couldn't have guessed that," you say sarcastically. He takes a step towards you, and you take yet another one back.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Luke kick-"

"Don't blame Luke for your idiotic decisions!" He sighs.

"You don't know my side of the story," he says.

"You didn't graduate! For a job you could habe easily gotten once you did graduate! And you left without saying anything! What else is there to know?!" You ask.

"My dad showed up!" You freeze, staring at him. "And Luke hid it from me. I just wanted to get to know him." You try to process his words.

"What the hell does thst have to do with you leaving?"

"That's where I've been. I've been staying with my dad," he says. You take a step towards him, pushing him. He sighs.

"That's not a good enough excuse!" You say.

"I wasn't going to graduate anyways, Y/N!" He says.

"You think that makes it better?!" You push him again, this time he grabs your hands. " I get that Luke kicked you out, but that's your fault. You left Rory and you left me."

He presses his lips together. "How is she?" He asks.

"Over it. Peacefully asleep." He studies you.

"What about you?" He asks. You could feel the tears threatening your eyes. But you refused to let this boy make you cry. Not again. He wasn't worth it.

"What do you think?" You ask, a hint of bitterness in your voice. Maybe more than just a hint. He slid his hands up your arms. You shook your head, pulling away from him. He frowns at you, trying to grab your hand again. You took a couple more steps away from him.

"No. You can't just waltz back in here, acting like nothing happened. You hated this town, so what the hell are you doing back here?"

"My mom is here. She told me that Luke had my car," he says. You roll your eyes. "It's true!"

"I don't doubt it is. But you're not welcome here. By anyone. You should know that. Leaving like that just made everyone in this town hate you more than they already did," you tell him.

"And what about you?" He asks again. "Do you hate me, because that's all I really care about at this point."

"Yeah, you seemed to care so much when you left without a way to find you," you say. "And the answer is yes. Because you left when I- we- needed you most. I do hate you."

You could see the hurt on his face, he looked sad. However, you knew you were lying. You didn't know if it was possible to hate the boy infront of you. But you wished you did.

He seemed shocked to hear you say that, so you take the minute of his silence to leave the apartment. You quickly go downstairs, going up to your car.

You hear footsteps pounding after you. You try to open your car door, but a hand pushes it shut again. You turn to him, opening your mouth to yell at him again. But he beats you to it. Sort of. He doesn't say anything. But he does cut you off.

He had you pinned on your car with his arms, and he pressed his lips to yours. It felt desperate. Like he was trying to explain everything. You were in complete shock. You froze for a moment, accidentally kissing him back for a moment. Purely on instinct. His lips felt soft, and yet had an urgency behind them that was hard to explain. You wanted to kiss him back. In fact, every muscle in your body was dying to melt into him. But, instead, you pushed him away. You stare at him in shock.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He lets out a breath, clearly trying to find words. "Stay the hell away from me, Jess," you say. You quickly get in your car. As you start it, he puts his hand above your door, leaning on your car.

"I'm sorry. I just I need you to listen to me," he says. You glare at him through the window.

"Good luck with that," you say sarcastically. You quickly pull away from him, him jumping backwards, in order to not have his foot run over. You were breathless. Completely breathless. You knew you shouldn't have wanted to kiss him back as much as you did. He left you. He left your bestfriend. He was your bestfriend's ex! But every inch of you wanted to stop the car.

When you got back to the Gilmore house, you fell on the couch. Sleep took over your body quickly. The next morning you wake up to Rory, tapping your shoulder.

You groan, propping up on your elbow.

"Coffee?" She asks. You smile slightly and nod. You go into the kitchen with her. "My mom left for work. She'll be back later. She tells you. You nod.

"Great. I have a bag in my car with clothes. I'll be right back," you tell her. She nods, as she starts pouring the coffee. After changing in Rory's room, you walk back out and take a sip of the deliciously strong coffee.

"I know you left last night," she says. You look up at her, taking a sip. "Did you see him?" She asks. You nod. "What happened?"

Despite feeling absolutely shitty about the ending of the previous night's events, you explain it all to her. She nodded along as you told the story. When you tell the end she sighs. She shakes her head, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to-" she cuts you off.

"I figured it was you," she says. You tense up, raising an eyebrow. She chuckles. "I told you, I knew he didn't like me as much. I knew he liked someone else. Jess... he was a good enough person not to act on it until we broke up."

"I told you-"

"I know you were just trying to protect me, Y/N. But I'm over it. And I knew you were the one he liked. And I know you like him, too." You shake your head immediately. She laughs. "It's okay, Y/N! I think he needed to leave. He couldn't be here. He... he needed to be somewhere else. Don't stay mad at him. You two are perfect for eachother. You always have been." You frown down at your coffee.

"But... I told him I hate him. And a part of me does," you say. She nods.

"That's okay. But let him make up for it," she says. You look up at her. Then she stands up, grabbing your hand. She grabs her jacket and you grab yours. "Let's go to Luke's."

When you get there Luke looks at the two of you and swallows. "Uh, hey," he says. You roll your eyes.

"We know, Luke," Rory says. "It's okay." He sighs, giving both of you a small smile.

"Good." He gives both of you coffee and you thank him.

"Do you know where he is?" Rory asks. You snap your eyes to hers.

"No," Luke says. You sigh. He looks at you. After a minute, he slips Rory a napkin and she smiles. She pays and grabs your hand again, pulling you away. When you walk into the bookstore you let out a breath.

"What are we doing here?"

She doesn't answer you and continues walking around, looking for something. Then she freezes when looking down one row of books. She pushes you, walking away. And then you see him. Sitting there. He looks up st you and sighs.

"I'll leave," he says, putting his hands up. He stands up, and you bite your lip.

"I lied last night," you say. He looks at you, confused. "I don't hate you. I wish I did, but I don't. Trust me, I have tried hating you. And I can't. I just... I was so mad at you for leaving the way you did that I didn't even want to try and understand your reasoning." He stands still, clearly hanging onto every word you were saying. "I guess what I mean is that I want to try to understand now."

A small smile appears on his lips. "Who pushed you?" He asks. You smile slightly.

"Rory. I told you, she's not mad at you," you say. He smiles more. But it too fades.

"I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have-"

"Don't be sorry for that. For other things, yes. But for that... no." He studies you for a second before smiling. From the smile, you could tell he wasn't sorry about it. And he was clearly very happy that you didn't want him to be.

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the-littlefangirl · 3 years

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TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary

The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.

The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.

The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.

“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY

I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM.

The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21

"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????

"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh

Joaquin: SO about Steve

Sam: :)))))) nope

"Moon stuff" SAAAM

#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.

Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)

Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *

I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please

NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)

In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."

"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).

Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.

Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.

The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes

See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.

HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.

I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.

EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.

Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS.

For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.

Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.

The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.

I'm fine this is fine.

#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.

The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.

"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *

Bucky: * nodding along slowly *

I laughed out loud.

"It's passive agressive" I love him.

The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.

Therapist: You can't do anything illegal

Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?

*aggresive tablet finger pressing *

"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.

I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.

"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺

That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.

Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn

That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"

"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"

yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me

"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.

Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.

"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO

"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *

"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA

🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you

"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.

This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!

The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.

GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.

Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.

Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?

"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.

Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.

I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme

Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.

Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).

"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh

"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already

That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.

"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.

"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO

Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene

"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea

Just realized we don't even know her name, well.

"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca

Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?

I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck

The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.

"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line

At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO

"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.

Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

Fuuuuck this guy.

"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *

Ugh here we fucking go. I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.

The score is on point. Damn. Damn.

God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.

Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing? Uhm what's that about?

ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #i'm so happy rn #sorry for the ramblings i just wanted to have it all written down #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #tfatws commentary

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teeztheflag · 4 years

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Wer schnappt sich den Alpha? (Who catches the alpha?)

alpha!hong joong x werewolf!reader (x werewolf!yun ho) ⋆ werewolf au, angst, fluff, suggestive ⋆ 5,500 words

„You don’t want to break the rules, am I right?“

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Sieben Sinne (Seven senses)

catking!san x reader (x human!woo young) ⋆ yandere au, fantasy au, suggestive ⋆ 17,000 words

„Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. There has to be a logical answer for this! For everything!“

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Fehler (Mistake)

?!mingi x reader ⋆ halloween au, suggestive ⋆ 2,100 words

„Min Gi, can you please say something?“

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Prinzessin (Princess)

mafia!san x reader x mafia!hong joong ⋆ mafia au, smut ⋆ 4,600 words

„There‘s one condition. You have to promise to be our and only our princess from now on. What do you think?“

Pfad der Seele (Trail of the soul)

alpha!hong joong x werewolf!reader x werewolf!san ⋆ werewolf au, angst, fluff, suggestive ⋆ 6,800 words

„Am I still dreaming?“

Perlen & Tränen (Pearls & Tears)

siren!ateez x pirate!reader ⋆ siren au, pirate au, yandere au, suggestive ⋆ 5,600 words

„Manipulation is a beautiful thing, especially when the one who is manipulated doesn’t realize it anymore.“

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Du gehörst zu uns (You belong to us)

ot8!werewolf!ateez x werewolf!reader ⋆ werewolf au, fantasy au, mate au ⋆ 5,700 words

„You’re so beautiful, my mate. You don’t know how long I waited for you to be in my arms.“

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vampire!ateez x reader ⋆ vampire au

Kidnapped by eight creatures of the night wasn’t exactly what (y/n) planned out for her life - or was it all destined since the beginning?

Mitternacht (Midnight) (focus on jong ho ⋆ 1,200 words)

Unser gutes Mädchen (Our good girl) (focus on seong hwa & yun ho ⋆ 1,000 words)

Schlechter Traum (Bad dream) (focus on san & hong joong ⋆ 600 words)

Erstes Mal (First Time) (focus on yeo sang ⋆ 3,900 words)

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demon!ateez x reader ⋆ demon au

(y/n): “This is a joke right? First, we’re talking about eight guys and secondly they’re freaking demons!”

seong hwa: “Stop being like this and let the author write what they want, babygirl.”

(y/n): Babygirl?! Excuse me sir - ”

woo young: “Perfect timing! Author, can I please finally have my smut scene - ”

(y/n): You wouldn’t do that.

author: ⊂(･ω･*⊂)

Verhängnis (Doom) (poly!ateez ⋆ 3,300 words)

Schmerz (Pain) (poly!ateez ⋆ 10,100 words)

Innerer Dämon (Inner demon) (focus on seong hwa ⋆ 3,100 words)

Neck mich & Befriedige mich (tease me & please me) (focus on woo young ⋆ 1,300 words)

Ich habe einen Plan! (I have a plan!) (focus on yeo sang & seong hwa ⋆ 2,200 words)

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sneezedarling · 4 years

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For the sickfic prompts: 38 & 70 for Patrick/David? 💕 Dealer’s choice for the sick one.

Thanks for the request. There’s not that much sneezing in this and I was going to continue but then I realised it was over 1.6k. I will probably continue but let me know if you like it! Remember to send in any requests for David/Patrick, Stucky, Sterek or Schmico using the prompt list!

Patrick is grabbing coffee on a frosty Saturday morning. He smiles at Twyla behind the counter as she hands him his order, but his mind will not stop churning. It keeps replaying yesterday over and over again. David had walked in about 5 minutes late, which wasn’t that bad but that’s not what threw Patrick off. It was the way David avoided eye contact, and the distinct lack of the beautiful smile that usually adorned his face when he arrived, a smile that Patrick had very quickly come to love.

His eyebrow quirked but he let it go, everyone has off days and bad morning. But his expression twisted into one of confusion when David ducked his head to avoid Patrick’s attempt for a kiss, awkwardly brushing a hand over his shoulder instead. He disappears into the back room, presumably to dump his stuff and emerges a few minutes later. He decides to stand a few feet away from Patrick and fiddle absentmindedly, still avoiding eye contact.

“You okay?” Patrick tried to step towards him, but David practically jumped back.

“What? Oh yeah, fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” He sounds slightly nervous.

In that moment, Patrick decided to let it go, he figured he would get to the bottom of it eventually, but that bumbling string of words was as close as the got to a conversation all day. As many times as Patrick would try to initiate one, David would respond with curt nods, small sounds of affirmation or occasionally one-word answers. Every time Patrick attempted to get close, he would somehow end up on the opposite side of the store. He seems to be interacting with customers normally, which encourages the heavy weight of insecurity to settle on his chest. It was clearly him.

Patrick took a deep breath and made his way into the back room, to collect his thoughts and come up with a strategy. He has always been someone who enjoyed plans and set methods. When he emerges, however, his perfectly crafted sentence disintegrates and his heart drops, stopping him in his tracks.

David’s head is in his hands, elbows leaning on the counter as be pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes. He sniffles a few times and Patrick is still completely frozen. He’s never seen David cry before, like honest to God tears of sadness, and now that he has, he is damn sure the he never wants to see it again, especially if he’s the one causing it.

Finally, he finds his voice. “David? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He reaches out to touch David’s shoulder.

David bolts upright, eyes screwing shut for a few seconds before they focus on the ground. “I’m fine, I- I’m just g-gonna ta-ahh take my break now.” He practically sprints towards the door.

“David, wait,” Patrick calls but he’s already gone, disappearing down the street.

Patrick spends the rest of the afternoon racking his brain for things he could’ve done to upset David and he just can’t think of any. As soon as David returned, they had been swarmed with customers, which really delayed Patrick’s plans for getting to the bottom of this. David kept working and elected to ignore the worried puppy dog eyes Patrick was casting his way. It’s only when all the customers have gone and David is heading out the door, leaving him to pack up that they have a moment alone.

“David,” Patrick reaches out and gently touches his arm. “Are you upset? Have I done something to upset you?”

David coughed slightly, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “I’m not upset everything’s fine.”

Patrick felt light crying or yelling, maybe both. “Please, David. I know you’re upset but I don’t know what I’ve done so, please just tell me so we can sort this out.”

“I am not upset. I am fine. Everything is fine.” David’s tone is irritated now and before Patrick can stop him, he turns and leaves, no kiss, no goodbye, no nothing, he just leaves.

Patrick huffs a frustrated sigh and locks up. Why can’t they just deal with thing like adults? This is not a good way to deal with conflict, he didn’t even know what he had done! That night, he tossed and turned relentlessly, combing his mind for reasons David would be so distant and irritated. He couldn’t remember anything. He’d even texted David to ask if he wanted to do something today, because maybe he was fine and Patrick’s insecurities were blowing everything out of proportion, but all he got was some dodgy excuse about being busy that only increased his anxiety. That’s why, when he sees Alexis walking by the café, he nearly drops his coffee to make it into the street in time. The cold winter air bites his cheeks as he jogs to catch up with her.

“Hey!” She smiles.

“Hey.” Patrick’s smile is nowhere near as bright.

“Wow, thanks, I’m glad you’re so excited to see me.” She twists a piece of hair between her fingers.

“Sorry, I just- do you…” He isn’t really sure how to phrase it. “Do you know why David’s mad at me?”

Her expression shifts. “Mad at you? I don’t think he’s- Oh my God, please tell me he is not ignoring you and being weirdly defensive when you ask about it. I hate it when he does this, and he does it every single time.”

“Does what? What’s up with him?” The worry seeping into his voice surprises even him.

“Oh, he’s fine, he’s just sick.” Alexis says nonchalantly.

“Sick? What do you mean sick?” Patrick fidgets with the lid of his coffee cup.

“He’s got a cold. Honestly, the amount of medicines he took to try and look healthy at work with you yesterday probably did more damage than whatever he’s got will.”

Patrick’s mind keeps running this scenario but doesn’t seem to quite comprehend it. “Why did he…what?”

Alexis rolls her eyes. “He’s worried he’ll make you sick or that you’ll think he’s gross, which, to be honest he kind of is. Also, he’s really killing my good vibes, with all his…miserableness.”

Patrick purses his lips. “Where is he? The motel?”

“Yeah, I think so. Also, I didn’t tell you he’s sick and fair warning, he gets kind of mean. Which is totally unfair, because he’s the one spreading his germs everywhere, if anyone gets to be mean, it should be me, right?”

Patrick decides not to answer her and just waves instead, changing his course to head towards the motel. Most of his anxiety has now lifted and has been replaced with confusion. How could he ever think David was gross? He knocks gently on the door of the motel and hears shuffling inside.

“Alexis if you habe lost your keys, again, I am leabing you outside.” David’s voice is hoarse and ragged, much different than yesterday.

When the door swings open, Patrick can’t help but smile at the sight before him. David is still in his rumpled pajamas, blanket hanging heavy on his shoulders and his hair is sticking up in odd directions. His nose, eyes and cheeks are tinted with a red hue and he looks like he hasn’t slept. His eyes widen when he registers that its his boyfriend at the door, not his sister.

“Hey,” Patrick steps inside before David can even open his mouth.

David clears his throat but still winces as his voice grates out like sandpaper. “Umm, hey. What are you doing here?”

“Coming to check on my sick boyfriend.” Patrick smiles but David just frowns.

“I’mb not sick. I’m fide.” He sniffles softly.

Patrick looks him up and down before reaching out to feel his forehead. David steps back and huffs as well as he can through his congestion.

“I’m fine, will you stop stressing! I am fide!” He scoffs lightly, which quickly becomes a barrage of crackly, aggressive coughs that leave him catching his breath.

“Oh, baby,” Patrick can’t stop the sympathy in his voice as he reached out to rub David’s arms.

“Stop, I’mb fine.” He looks annoyed but he’s barely pulling away.

“David, why won’t you let me take care of you? Why do you have to be so stubborn?” He wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

A few seconds later, David’s breath flutters and he’s pushing David away with some actual force, eyes fluttering closed.

“Hah! Hrrsh’uh! Huh’tchoo!” He snaps forward into his cupped hands groaning slightly as a blush rises to his cheeks.

“Bless you,” Patrick murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss on David’s warm forehead. “What was that you were saying about being fine?”

David narrows his eyes but there’s no real fire. “So I have a small cold, I’m not dying. You don’t need to take care of me.”

“I know I don’t need to, I want to.” He gently rubs David’s shoulder as a shiver passes through him.

David sighs. “Patrick, you really don’t have to. I know I’mb gross and debinitely very unsexy right now.”

Patrick scoffs. “Never. You look amazing.”

David raises an eyebrow. “I really am fi-ihh! IptSHH! Hih’CHOO…snf! I’mb okay.”

“Bless you. I know you are, but why don’t we go to my place anyway, hmm? We can just lay around and watch movies.”

Patrick’s waiting for an answer but David’s eyes are already fluttering shut again, face switching to a very cute pre-sneeze expression that Patrick forces himself not to giggle at.

“Ehh…Etsh’tshoo! Heh’etchoo!” He sneezes into his hands then scrubs at his reddening nose.

“Bless you…bless you!” Patrick is already draping a jacket around David’s shoulders and pushing him out the door.

“I love you.” David’s voice takes in an uncharacteristically shy tone.

Patrick smiles and presses a kiss to his temple. “I love you too.”

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historiesandmemories · 4 years

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Fic - Postcards

Fic about an idea @ghostsandmirrors were talking about.

Famine walked slowly through the quaint back roads of this new town, enjoying the quiet peace of this place. She’d been in cities too long—Budapest, Vienna, Salzburg—so the lack of bustling people and squealing cars was eagerly welcomed. Here people moved slowly, tending the gardens, walking with pets and family. It was quaint. It was nice.

Hooking her thumbs into her backpack straps, Famine couldn’t help but smile. Peace was so rare, especially for her. She might have to stay here for a little while, a week, maybe a month if she was lucky. Just savor the peace and quiet.

Things got a little louder as the town center unfolded around Famine, but it was a soft kind of noise. She stopped on the street corner and looked out at an open, gravel lot that was occupied by a small amphitheater and rows of benches that flowed out into docks and then a glistening lake. Stone buildings fractured out along small, paved roads all around her and a church rose upon from crumbling graves to her right. This place just looked like peace.

A small tourist shop across the street caught her eye. Carousels of postcards occupied the sidewalk outside and Famine could see various other trinkets inside. The postcards were what really grabbed her attention, though. Famine had started sending postcards to Bringer a while ago as she marauded across the Earth. She’d started sending them on a whim, having spotted a postcard that reminded the horseman of them, thinking it would be a one-off sort of thing. But Famine had kept it up, sending a postcard every once in a while. There was never much too them, not even a message written on the back. Just a picture of wherever she happened to be passing through and a name, usually Charlie, scrawled in her awful, stick-like handwriting.

Crossing the street quickly to avoid being hit by a bumbling car, Famine stepped over to one of the carousels. She thumbed through the postcards slowly, taking in the pictures of beautiful scenery and the ridiculous doodles paired with silly phrases. Maybe she should send another postcard to Bringer.

Sudden loneliness hit Famine as she looked through the cards. It was like a punch to the gut and she even had to quell the burn of tears at the back of her eyes. It had been about five months since she last saw anyone she knew, about seven since she’d seen Bringer; she’d been going through a small town in Russia and had passed them trying to escape a very angry person whom they’d just informed of a loved ones death. They’d ended up running all over town together, even when they were probably well out of danger. It never hurt to be overcautious.

Remembering that made the loneliness stronger. Being on her own rarely bothered her these days—she’d been on her own for so long—but it was like she’d suddenly been cast into the ocean with a stone tied to her ankles and she was sinking into the feeling quickly.

Famine wanted to be with friends, with people that knew her. She wanted to be with Bringer. She wanted to go home.

Where the hell was home these days, though?

“Guten tag, Frauline.” [Good day, ma’am] The voice shattered Famine’s melancholy thoughts and made her jump slightly. The old lady who had appeared around the postcard carousel chuckled a little, “Etschuldigung.” [Excuse me/sorry]

“Nein, nein, [No, no]” Famine stuttered, “Alles ist okay. Ich habe Sie nicht hören. Sie spazieren wei eine Katze.“ [It’s all good. I didn’t hear you. You walk like a cat.]

The old lady chuckled again and shook her head slightly. “Werden Sie eine Postkarte schiken?” [Would you like to send a postcard?]

Famine glanced at the cards again before nodding. “Ja. Ich werde eine Postkarte für mein—“ [Yes. I would like to send a postcard to--] What? How the hell to classify Bringer, especially in a language that was too gendered for its own good. Schatzi [treasure] was too mushy, Liebling [favorite] seemed inaccurate (there were plenty of times when Bringer was certainly not her favorite person), and Freund [friend] was first off too masculine and second too vague. “Mein Liebe,” [My love] she finally said. Liebe worked well enough.

“Ooh,” the old lady cooed, “Wie süss.” [How sweet] Famine couldn’t help the soft laugh that left her lips; she was rarely accused of being sweet.

“Wir haben viele Postkarten für Liebespaar hier.” [We have many postcards for couples here] The old lay stepped over to another carousel, giving it a light spin to show Famine the options. Couple laughing together under umbrellas and phrases about loving someone to the moon and back filled the racks. Famine resisted the urge to practically grimace at the overt romance of it all and instead shook her head.

“Ich will eine Postkarte mit einem Bild von einem See,“ [I want a postcard with a picture of the lake] she said, stepping back to the first carousel. She scanned her options quickly until she came upon one that looked right. Plucking it out, she held it up to show the shopkeeper. The old lady smiled and nodded before beckoning Famine over to the counter.

Having fished the appropriate amount of Euros from her wallet and letting them clatter onto the dish, Famine gathered up the card, “Danke schön.” [Thank you very much] The old lady smiled brightly, giving a small nod in response to the thanks. “Wo ist die Post?” [Where is the post office?] Couldn’t be far given how small this town was, but it never hurt to just ask.

“Ums Ecke.” [Around the corner] The shopkeeper motioned the direction and Famine glanced where she was pointing.

“Vielen Danke.” [Thank you very much]

Famine wandered out over the gravel lot with the amphitheater and down to a small path between the docks and the restaurants along the lakeside. There was more of a crowd here, occupying tables and strolling in groups. Chatter filled the air. Famine passed through it quickly as she could, emerging into a small park with a fountain and several chairs overlooking the lake.

A pair of chairs sat on a small balcony that jutted more out over the lake and Famine mae her way over to them. The horseman settled into the chair and hugged her backpack to chest as she looked out over the lake. She’d never been to the Salzkammergut before, but it was stunningly beautiful. She wasn’t sure the postcard did it justice. She pulled the small sheet out of the paper back the old lady had put it in, the horseman held it up to the scene in front of her. It wasn’t far off, but it only captured a fraction of the total view. Altogether, Famine could understand why humans thought the Almighty was so magnificent.

Turning the postcard over, Famine looked at the blank back and wondered if, for once, she would put anything more there than just a name. It never made sense to her to write anything. It wasn’t like there were stories to tell about her wanderings; they were solitary and full of lots of walking. The postcard said as much as needed to be said, told them where she was, or at least had been. There was nothing else to tell.

Famine retrieved a pen and book from her backpack, placing the card against the hard surface in order to scrawl ‘Charlie’ onto the back. She had to concentrate to make the English letters look like actual letters instead of just splatters of ink. The Calpurian alphabet was far from Latin based, looking more like chicken scratch. That had made learning to write English very difficult; she’d yet to try to learn to write any other language.

Sitting back, the card just seemed too bare. She tapped the pen gently as she thought before sitting forward to add another line, just two words. Miss you. Famine wasn’t even sure it was legible in her awful scrawl, but she hoped Bringer could make it out.

Satisfied, the horseman rooted around for the stamps she knew were in her bag and applied a couple before adding one more for good measure. Famine stood and pulled her backpack back onto her shoulders, setting off for the post office.

Evening was setting in as Famine strolled along the lakeside once more. She’d sent the postcard on its way and wandered town for a bit, discovering a school just over the river. It was really a very pretty town and she was determined to stay for at least a bit.

The chairs she’d sat in earlier were free so, the horseman ventured over and folded herself into the chair. She set her backpack back in her lap and rested her chin on top of it, staring out at the slowly setting sun. Distantly, she could hear a polka being played and people laughing. Around her, groups of friends, families, and couples enjoyed the dying evening with ice cream and one another’s company. Famine tried not to think too much about them, but the empty chair beside her made her loneliness all too acute.

Wrapping her arms tighter around her backpack, the horseman blinked back tears for the second time that day. She wanted to go home, but where the hell even was that anymore? Even if it existed, it was a person she didn’t know how to find. So, she just sat there, staring out at a golden skyline, alone in a crowd of people, wondering what to do next.

#ch; famine #fic #so for those interested #this is set in a town called Strobl Austria #which is where I did my study abroad #the school mentioned is the Sommerhochschule #and i studied there for about a month (which is the length of the program) and was in a very similar mind set as fam #sad and homesick but also happy with the scenery and teh peace of the place #it is beautiful #but i'd already been abroad for two weeks in Germany and Hungary #and then the people i thought i was friends with turned out to be super lesbaphobic #and tried pushing their male friend on me #and in general it just felt scary and not good #BUT i learned a lot and met some relly cool scholars so it wasn't a total loss?#but also #ghostandmirrors #also im so sorry if any germans read this or just anyone better at german grammar than me #bc im shit at grammar in ANY language #im only decent at english bc i grew up speaking it #but i tried

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wisteliazen · 4 years

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I cannot express enough how lucky I am because of my parents. Hearing stories about the hardships during their childhood is one thing, but hearing how much they suffered because of me and my sibling when we were infants/toddler is on a whole new level.

You see, we are not poor, we are not rich either. We are lucky that we have a food in our table, a shelter above our heads, different clothings which we could sift through and several gadgets. Just with those four things, I can safely say that we are luckier than more than 70% of the people living in this world. But we are not rich enough that we could buy all the things we want, but then lucky enough to have all we need. That is enough for me.

My parents did all that. We can have this things because of them. Through their hardships and sacrifices.

My parents came from humble beginnings. They came from a family of farmers. They were able to go to college and graduate also because of the sacrifices of my grandparents. And then my parents met, fell in love, and got married.

But they were still starting their careers. So their pay, I think, was not so much. For instance, when my brother got sick when has was just a toddler, my parents had to knock on their neighbor's door to loan money and to ask them to bring them to the nearest hospital. Because at that time, we didn't have our own car yet. When I heard this story from my mother, I had to excuse myself because I was nearly tearing up.

Because hearing this from her, I realized, though not for the first time, thay they had done so much for us. Not just because they had to because they are our parents, but because of the love and tenderness they habe provided.

Growing up until now, I can say that I haven't got a loan because I need to. I didn't had to knock on my neighbor's door because I don't have a food to eat. Everytime that I woke up and they had to go somewhere, they leave home cooked food at our table. I have a stable job because they paid for my education.

So this is the gist of my story: I am very lucky, so much blessed, because I have parents like them. Some people are not lucky enough. So I am very thankful and grateful for all the things that God had given me.

#me #story of my life #my story #i'm emotional but i don't know why #i just had to share this

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inconvenient-sneezes · 5 years

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i though salem was a pretty decent show honestly

What Ails You?

“What ails you, Miss Hale? You seem... upset,” John noted as he watched on, curious.

Women had always been a mystery to him, now even more so as the young Anne Hale paced back and forth.

“I’m not!” she shot back.

John’s eyebrows twitched at the sudden noise. Unfortunately, his nose was doing the same. “Huh’ESCHHUH!”

After another quick exhalation, he snapped forward again. “Hurr’ESHHOO!”

He glanced back up at Anne, who was watching him. “Pardon me.”

She smirked. “And what ails you, Mister Alden?”

A scoff escaped his lips. “Absolutely nothing.”

At this, he desperately wanted to itch his still-twitching nose, but decided against it. “I’m not the one who can’t seem to stop moving.”

Anne blushed and paused her step. “I’m just a bit antsy, that is all.”

John laughed, a quiet chuckle that turned into a harsh cough. He turned away from her and discreetly gave his nose a rub.

He cleared his throat and turned back to face her. “Something bothers you.”

After a second of consideration, a smile played at his lips. “Actually, I might know the cause of your troubles.”

Without her realizing it, her hands flew to her hips in an almost defensive position. “Is that so?”

“It’s...” he trailed off, eyes watering. In an effort to speak before he sneezed, the words “yourfather” were said as one. John turned aside and cupped a hand around his mouth and nose, muffling the sneeze somewhat. “Hup’SSCHHH! Hahh... hh’ASHHOO!”

“My goodness!” Anne exclaimed, then mentally scolding herself for the childish exclamation. “God bless you.”

He shook his head, as if to clear it, and continued. “Pardon. Is id your father?”

Anne considered lying, then figured it didn’t really matter. “Yes. He’s absolutely insufferable. He thinks he knows better than I, when it is apparent he does not!”

A hoarse laugh escaped John’s lungs. “Adde, all fathers are like thad, especially if they habe d-dahhh... d-daughders.”

“I’m considering running away.”

For a second, John couldn’t tell if he was going to laugh or sneeze again. When his eyes started watering, he assumed the position. “Excuse b-be— huh’RESHHOO! Hahh... ahhh... ahH! Ah’SHHUPP!”

The last was a failed stifle, and it clouded his head once more. He let out a light groan and rubbed his unshaven face.

“God bless! John, are you feeling—” she reached up to touch him and he instinctively recoiled.

“I’b fide, thag you.” He blinked away the itchy tears and sniffled. “Adyway, your father is a difficult ban to reckond with. Led him be, and he’ll see reasod, I’b sure. He isd’t s-stupid.”

He stuttered on the last word, determined not to sneeze again, and quickly pressed up against his quivering nose with a forefinger. “I should be gettig od, I’b god... th-thigs to do.”

“Of course,” Anne replied. “Take care of that head cold.”

John scoffed. “Whad head cold?”

Although Anne was positive she heard him muffle another sneeze into his coat as he walked away.

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