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chibivesicle · 1 year

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Hey!

I know I’ve already left a few asks here(I just love your meta okay?) and I had an idea- I saw a comment on the r/Trigun subreddit that Stampede should have picked up where the 98 anime left off, and after reading your thoughts on how you would fix Stampede, here’s my idea; Trigun Stampede but instead of a “reimagining” it’s a direct sequel to the 98 series but pulls from Maximum and instead of just picking and choosing stuff it keeps MOSTLY faithful but reworks and maybe streamlines different parts so it fits in with the timeline of the 98 anime and where it ended, picking up where the last episode of the anime left off.

I just wanted to know your thoughts and how you would make it work?

Hello there,

Thanks for another question! I honestly, would have preferred a full redo of the manga, but maybe keeping the first 5 episodes of the '98 with world building "filler" episodes and then dove into a more manga accurate story. The beauty of those first 5 were it takes him until that 5th episode to draw his gun and fire. The build up and tension was perfect and matched the side story in the manga where Vash uses a target to perfectly hit people so they don't die. I however, would add in more non-canon plot points with Meryl and Milly to keep the magic sauce that was Vash, Wolfwood, Meryl and Milly. These are easy tweaks that could have been added into a refreshed version. Honestly, the quartet character dynamics was great.

The '98 anime did the best with what it could do, but a more streamlined less wandering version of Trigun Maximum would likely have resonated well with older fans. For example there were some random chapters that were action packed but really didn't serve the plot (especially around the Eye of Michael) and Wolfwood got some side chapters which did flesh out his character more but lead to further wandering. I think a major problem with this was the fact they either had to make a 12 episode series or 24 to match current broadcasting 'standards' which was not the case with the '98 anime operating on the considerably older model of the 26 episode season. Though in that case they were animating with cels and Studio Orange is 3D CG. I have no idea how the time/effort per episode compares.

With how long the manga was, I think Stampede needed at least 2 or 3 seasons (say minimum of the 12 episodes per season) or 2 seasons with the (12 + 12 combo like for Spy x Family etc. giving a total of 48 which, damn would likely get the job done).

It got the 'Cliff Notes' version of events and the weird pacing shows. The major problem is that the story never had time to breathe and it just needed to be longer so it could have a more natural progression. Too many things were blink and miss it or sure you totally got X b/c if you squint you'll understand a complex concept.

It is clear that the predominantly (American) English language fandom was expecting the FMA Brotherhood treatment. That was not this and I can honestly see how disappointing it was. For me, I rewatched it back in December and was pleasantly surprised at how well it held up and fun it was. Reading the manga filled in some gaps a but also left me confused and finding a more manga accurate anime would have made my happy. We all know this is not what happened. They went in a sci fi direction (confirmed by more than one interview of staff on the project) created a whole new world and concept. I have also really noticed but will have no stats to back this up; but there is a clear demographic divide on how Stampede was received. I hate to generalize, but it seems dudes who are mainly straight cis-het men, who watched the anime a long time ago (and are super anime watchers consuming way more than I do in short periods) seem to give it the most positive reviews. They say it seems the same, sure it looks different and they kinda sorta miss Milly but its fine otherwise. Maybe I'm wrong since those are also the people who - not surprisingly - have the loudest voices on the internet be it Youtube channels and general prominence. However, as soon as you shift to other viewers there is a lot more concern. Many women are upset at the poor female characterization across the board in Trigun where all of the women were made shadows of their former selves. None of my female friends who watched the original enjoyed what happened to the women in Stampede. Queer fans also seem to have a more negative view with so many of the gay, trans, non-binary aspects of the original cast now gone. [Legato, Elendira, Zazie] 'Cause Legato barely appeared and his huge crush on Knives is not the same as in the manga. Elendira - gone and Zazie hasn't gotten good characterization as well. I'm not saying all people of one demographic can be correlated with their feelings towards it, but it does seem to have general vibes. And it is hard to tell something like this without a statistically robust analysis but it is what I've noticed. Maybe I'm wrong, and I'm toodling around in my small patch of the web but that's what I've observed. Not many straight cis het men are like, "Oh yeah, I really noticed how the female characters are either dead mother figures or cute uwu waifus or literal children. I wonder how other viewers who miss strong female representation now feel?"

I'm not here to stoke a culture war and virtue signal or anything like that. Nor am I falling into the woke SJW whatever you call it. I've sat through enough actual [and incredibly depressing] seminars about studies on the role of diversity and representation in fields (mine specifically being STEM) and when I learned that for women to have proper representation in biology textbooks, it would take another 100 years, I cringed. When you learned at the current rate it would take 500 years for black scientists to be properly represented - it - just - well, fuck. Feel free to think about this for any group that are not cis-het white men. And then feel icky and sad.

Now, is this fair to place such high standards on a product made in a specific cultural context for entertainment? I mean, likely not, the whole point is to have fun and make money through merch.

Buuuuuuuttttt . . . .

I know that diversity in media has a long way to go and it was sad to see a diverse manga lose that diversity in the more recent version. Until media companies and production studios and teams 'get it' they won't realize that there is a market for it. Which is hilarious since the original was way more diverse and interesting than Stampede. Seriously, why are there no black people in Stampede? This leaves me scratching my head in confusion since Kekkai Sensen has an even more diverse cast! Nightow clearly writes these types of characters on purpose. It didn't get lost when Bones did the first two seasons of Kekkai Sensen. Hell, the inherent diversity of Kekkai Sensen is literally written into actual dialogue in the chapter/OVA King of the King of the Restaurants.

I didn't mean to fall into a rabbit hole, but I'm really thinking there are going to be very different responses and 'fix-it' solutions for what fans had wanted to see or hoped they'd see with this. Okay, I'm going to shut up now. But yeah, I'd do a early '98 anime with manga hybrid as my reboot for Trigun.

#trigun stampede #trigun anime #trigun maximum #ask #answered ask

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annaizscribbling · 2 years

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can i just ask for some general info about logans library? how does it affect the sides? does it affect them in any way? is it like, safe for logan to spend a lot of time there?

I'm starting w this ask because I'm in the car for a few more hours and I don't wanna type the other ones out on mobile haha

I had a ton of ideas for Logan's library as I was getting further into Low Battery, but definitely not at the beginning, so the fun world building couldn't be incorporated because it wasn't exactly foreshadowed super great. In my defense, it was my very first time writing a multi chaptered anything. I'm honestly very extremely surprised that Low Battery turned out as good as it did lmao. How on earth did that fix turn out at all cohesive idk.

The library was thrown in as filler in the second chapter until I randomly remembered it while outlining like 6 chapters later and decided to make it the focal point of the fic. It resulted in a scene I am genuinely so proud of, and it opened the fic up to so many good scenes and topics. All because I threw it in willy nilly.

Anyway

Patton's room in canon is an extension of himself, his nostalgic and familial orientations, but it kinda works against him a bit. It's a powerful part of him, but also a foe. He mentions how it's hard to leave sometimes, and it takes the others waiting outside to motivate him enough to leave.

Logan's library is a bit like that. It's an extension of him, but not strictly a tool at his disposal, much like Patton's is in canon.

The library I call a memory library because I did not know what else I was gonna call it, even when it felt slightly off, because it's not a completely accurate name. The library houses the facts, rules, and understandings that Thomas has ammased over the years. The books are the exact memories when Thomas understand/discovered how a piece of the world works, but not just memories in general. Patton and Logan kinda share that stuff.

(but if I say that, then I can divide memory retention across all the sides, which I didn't consider until now. Virgil could house survival instinct, embarrassing moments, the things that keep you up at night, and the little fears and horrors from even childhood. Roman and Remus would have creative inspiration. Janus could keep scores and potential information for getting ahead. But then the whole concept becomes very abstract and bleeds into each other, which I don't hate. It would just have to be a looser concept that's spread and shared around the entire mind, which could be really cool either visually or even just internally and ... What was I talking about? I'm getting extremely distracted. Sorry. These always turn out so long whoops. Sorry Shadow, you can't ask me one question without receiving entire essays apparently)

The shelves house the books that hold every fact or rule that Thomas has aquired. Logan is kind of infused with all of that information. He doesn't necessarily need to enter the library to access the information, it's inside of him, he just has to sorta reach around for it or try and recall. He's probably got it linked to a computer or something I don't know haha

In the same way that Patton's occasionally dangerous use of nostalgia as a coping mechanism, Logan's library preys on curiosity, escapism, and the need for control.

The library temps with answers and understanding that will make the world make sense, offering a false sense of control and familiar facts. Or, simple curiosity. Logan suffers on both fronts within the library, and it frightens him.

The actual books are pretty simple. The book isn't always labeled, but you'll know. It contains the moment Tommy learned something. In Low Battery, Logan opens the book when Thomas begins to learn how paint, dyes, and flowers work. It would be the beginning of a series of books on the topic, so as Thomas learned more over the years, more books on the subject formed. Logan chose that one because he missed when Thomas was babey, so he chose the oldest one in the series.

It's not overly safe to stay in Logan's library for very long, as they discuss in the fic. Less because of the effect of Logan's library, much like the main canon rooms, but because it's hard to resist long enough to escape. The library desires for you to learn more and stay, so while certainly never quite impossible, it's very hard to get out. And even harder to ignore the call.

Logan had gotten stuck more than once, mostly when he was younger, trapped and unable to leave because the call of information was too strong no matter how badly he wanted to leave. The other sides have barely seen the inside. Save Roman and Janus, who both stepped inside once or twice. Logan refuses to talk about it.

The affect of the library doesn't grow stronger when you spend more time there, it's your own will that gets worn down from resisting.

Janus can't get in very well easily because of the way he manipulates the walls everywhere else, which the library doesn't love. Though he certainly struggle with the temptation of strategy and understanding the truth of old memories.

Roman was wary going in because he's easily swayed by enchanting memory, but he's more nostalgic and fantastical than purely curious.

Patton already struggles with nostalgia, and though different, the library is a counterpart that can loop him in.

Virgil I think struggles with escaping and is terrified of being so disoriented and lost in such a dangerous place.

Remus will chew the paper. So.

#anais rambles #low battery #logan sanders #writing #anais writes #at this point yeah

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the-whispers-of-death · 5 months

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i feel like i should preface this with: these arent fandom ocs. theyre in their own universe thats 100% made up

uhh. okay hm. so the only 2 with actual personalities and stories. and im now remembering theres probably more than 8 lemme give a small quick summary of. everyone? oh no.

so theres 2 "main" stories in their own respective universes, but one of them is going trough wip and rewrite hell rn.

the ones from said rewrite hell are Typlus/Void (they/it); Vast (he/him); Elly (it/its); Melz (he/him) and Steph/Stephanie (she/they). fun fact it all started as a rewrite of the bible and the impending doom of the planet. or something, i dont even remember anymore. but now theyre just a big family sorta chilling out on their own planet at the physical edge of the universe. its more of a concept than actual ocs, so i have things to draw when i dont know WHAT to draw. nothing is set in stone, nothing is real here. and none of them are human.

and the other is more.. grounded in reality that ive been chipping away at slowly for the past year or so because the characters decided to make my brain into a 5 star hotel

theres elias (he/she/they); dominic (he/him); marcus (he/him); elizabeth (she/her); andrew (he/him) and amelia (she/her)

theres 2 seperate families within this: the jamesons, which includes elias as the son and andrew+amelia as his parents, and the DeAngelo's which is the 3 others, but theyre siblings instead

the only 2 with personalities right now are dominic and elias, who are also in a situationship with eachother, and will probably remain that way for the rest of time

story's basically just "what if the disgraced son of rich parents who happens to be an owner of a bar/club (elias) meets the guy who mans a stand at a farmers market (dominic). and what if they were both t4t. and what if they ended up being workplace lovers/friends w benefits"

elias is lowkey a very unlikeable and bitter guy, very self centered and speaks without thinking. dominic's the reserved type who only speaks when spoken to, but very willing to resort to violence when needed.

does this make sense. i dont know. oh and i counted, theres 11 of them, if we dont count the spin-off AUs as characters. (like when i decided they should be hybrids. or the royalty au. or the mafia au that was actually the origin of all this nonsense)

theres also 2 filler ocs i use whenever i just need a placeholder character for any situation: red and sylvester, but neither of them even got as far as getting designs from me but theyre there

theres. so much content on my main about these idiots that a friend made a sideblog just to sort it in one place. and even after this he hasnt sorted everything lol

.... shit bad news i think i have like 30 ocs actually, i just remembered another batch from ages ago. so. uhm. anyways. and does a made-up species of flower count as an oc. because. yeah. ive got that too.

~ rusty (i get embarrassed when OCposting to others sorry)

I think I need separate asks on both the rewrite hell and the wip stories, because they seem too interesting to be in one ask. They deserve their own separate moment to shine.

I'd love to hear more.

And I'm contemplating adding some of my other OCs (is it still called OC if I made the universe?) in, just because I've been stuck in this limbo of not even finishing a chapter in a book I've started writing and I've had these characters & universe in my head for roughly two years.

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #tyler answers asks #answering asks #asks #other ocs #oc talk #anyways sorry I derailed the ask there at the end #but I'm really interesting in knowing more about your OCs in each separate universe in-depth #rusty anon #:)

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dilfdarling · 3 years

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Control

[Otto Octavius x Enchanced!Reader]

Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Summary: Being locked up in Strange's Dungeon is not as fun as one would think.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, swearing, nothing too bad. Yet.

A/N: NWH SPOILERS AHEAD!!! I LOVE NED LEEDS AND THIS CHAPTER SHOWS THAT. This is sorta, kinda a little filler? We about to get to the meat though baby! Buckle your seatbelts babes!

“Stephen-” Your voice was calm and level, but your entire being was shaking. Stephen could see your anger, it was becoming palpable, “Let me out.”

“No,” Stephen did not even look at you.

“Stephen!” You hit the barrier, getting his attention. His eyes locked onto yours and your pupils blew wide, black taking over the sclera. “Let. Me. Go.”

For a moment, you had Stephen stuck in your mental grip. Peter watched as the doctor walked towards the mechanism holding you captive. Everyone was watching. Blood began to run down your nose. You couldn’t hold it anymore. You let out a loud yelp and Stephen gathered his own consciousness again.

He froze where he was and looked at you, eyes wide with fear and concern. You covered your nose and your ass hit the concrete floor of the cell. Tears welled in your eyes and you looked at Stephen with sadness and anger.

“Y/N!” Otto yelled from his cell. He struggled in the grasp of his own creation and your eyes wandered to him.

“I’m fine-” You groaned and leaned back, back hitting the barrier behind you. “I’m okay.”

“What the fuck was that?” Max was quick to ask.

He didn’t get an answer. You were too tired to speak. Stephen held his fucked up spell in his hands, and began to tell Peter he was going to send the men back. Everyone was quick to object. No one wanted to go back to their own timeline to die. Not when there was something for them where you were.

Your eyes went wide at the thought of your new friend leaving, going back to his fucking grave, and you sat in your cell, too upset to speak. You only watched as Peter stood up for everyone else.

“Uh,” Ned quickly intervened, “Dr. Strange, sir-” Everyone looked at him, “Since Y/N isn’t part of this, what’s gonna happen? I mean, being an Avenger is no joke-”

Stephen’s eyes cut to you, “We’ll deal with that… Later.”

You slumped over in defeat and pouted. You really were going to have nothing once this was over. No home, no privacy, no friends. Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind going blank. Your powers were slowly draining everything in you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take that.

Normally you would comply, be a good little dog, and do whatever some other hero asked of you. Now, you wanted nothing more than to do the opposite. You wanted to make Stephen let you out. You wanted to release everyone and go on your merry way. But you couldn’t even hold a baby’s attention, much less Stephen’s.

You were caught up in yourself when you realized Peter was gone.

“Where did he go?”

You perked up and looked around. MJ and Ned gave you a confused look and you stood up. You furrowed your brows and watched as MJ and New stood there, confused. Not knowing what to do in a room full of criminals.

“Uh. Y/N?” Ned caught your attention, “Or do I need to refer to you as something else? Cause-”

“Y/N is fine,” You smiled.

“Okay, well, what happened? I thought you were an Avenger?”

“What is that?” Flint asked from his cell.

Ned gasped and MJ groaned. “You really don’t want him to explain it.”

“No, no,” You crossed your arms and smirked, almost forgetting that your nose had been bleeding, and you were absolutely covered in blood, “Tell me what you know about me specifically. What information do you have?”

You were on the sidelines, a lot, as an Avenger. For someone to realize you and your abilities, that meant a lot. You weren’t trying to be cocky, really, you needed to know what you looked like from the outside.

Ned’s eyes widened, “Well, I know you’re really nice, which, I think it’s weird how you ended up here...”

“Wrong place, wrong time,” You shrugged it off.

“But I know that you heal people, I mean, Peter talked so highly of you-” Ned seemed to be grateful to even be in your presence, “And he said you can control people! I saw that with Dr. Strange… I didn’t think you-”

“Compelled?”

“-other heroes.” Ned finished.

“My loyalties lie elsewhere these days,” you gave Ned a small smile, “Stephen isn’t my friend right now. Hell, I didn’t even know Pete was until earlier today.”

“You brainwash people?” Max asked, his eyes on you.

“Uh, sure.”

“That’s pretty useful-”

“How far does that extend?” Connors poked his head towards you.

“Leave it.” Otto was quick to jump in.

Your eyes cut to him, and he watched you. Norman furrowed his brows and looked between the two of you.

“You’re here because of him?” No answer. Norman nodded.

There was an understanding there it seemed. He looked like he would have been in that situation with Otto too if needed.

Peter flung through a portal and reappeared in the room. Stephen nowhere in sight. He was holding Stephen’s corrupted spell. You tensed even more once he turned to face the lot of you. He didn’t want to hit that button though. You sighed and leaned back and began to wait. Wait for whatever Peter had in mind.

Then he presented the idea of fixing everyone.

“Fix? Like a dog?” Otto was becoming agitated.

A lightbulb went off, “Peter?” You bit the inside of your lip. He looked at you and there was silence, but only for a moment. “Do you think you could help me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Peter fidgeted, “I mean- Yes.”

You nodded. You were up for anything. Being able to actually use the powers you didn't even ask for would be nice.

“If shit goes sideways-” Max started.

If something happens, you thought, it better be before I’m fixed. You were not going to let these men harm anyone in your vicinity. Even Otto. Especially Otto.

“MJ,” Peter handed the spell over to his girlfriend, “Press this if I give you the signal to.”

MJ grabbed the cube and glared at the men, threatening to press the button. You couldn’t help but like her confidence and bravery, but you were terrified as well. If she pressed that button, sending them all back… Sending Otto back… you couldn’t think about it. You didn’t want to even think about him going back at all, but for him to go back only to fucking die? Not on your watch.

“So,” you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes before your heels hit the ground, “you gonna let us out?”

“I don’t like the way you said that- Your body language-”

“Peter,” You groaned, “My physical state is slowly decaying, like I could hurt you if I wanted to anyway.”

He mumbled ‘fine’ a couple times and you were all released. You were quickly escorted out to some large truck. Peter was fast to ask if you wanted up front, probably to get you away from those men.

“No,” You and Otto spoke at the same time.

“I’m kind of a wanted criminal right now, I don’t know if you know that or not? I think it’s best if I sit in the back.”

Peter gave you a little knowing look, seemingly forgetting the military was after you. You hopped in the back with the men and sat beside Otto, pulling your knees up to your chest. Your arm slightly touched one of his metal ones, one that was wound tightly around him, and you felt yourself relax.

“So,” Max started, “how did you end up here?”

It was going to be a long ride to wherever Peter was taking all of you.

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betbeton · 2 years

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𓆸 A Glimpse of the Past

Tendou Satori × Reader

Warnings - Bullying, Fights

Note - This chapter is just a side part of key times during Tendou and Y/N's childhood. It gives more context to the story as a whole, but isn't necessary to understand the story and future parts.

· GN Reader ·

· Not Beta'd ·

· A/N - I'll have part 5 out later today to make up for this sorta filler chapter 🙇 ·

Part 2 · Part 3 · Part 5

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ 1999

It was fate in a way, as your mothers dropped you off to your first day of school. Both stopping to chat with the fellow parents as the toddlers waddled about the classroom, excitedly chirping greetings at each other. As your one mother tucked your shirt back into your little school shorts she gave you as small push forward whispering about the shy little boy in the corner. Ever the curious child you toddled over towards the red headed boy who was shying away from the other children, your innocent little mind didn't comprehend the gravity of the taunts that had been hurled his way, never having yet experienced such words.

Once you stood before him you beamed with a toothy grin while your chubby little hand extended out in a greeting. Chirpy voice barely heard in the loud classroom.

"I'm L/N Y/N!"

Owlish eyes blinked a few times as they stared at your extended hand before his own pale fingers wrapped around yours, a lopsided grin splitting his round face.

"Tendou Satori! Wanna be friends?"

Your agreement to be friends was chirped back almost immediately. Resulting in him tugging you towards the seat he had plopped his little uniform hat at, urging you to claim the seat beside his. You plopped down your stationary bag without a second thought, thus unknowingly nurturing a delicate seed of pure unadulterated loving friendship.

⪧ 2005

You and Tendou were inseparable, much to both of your parents delight. The fact you two only lived a few minutes away from each other was a major bonus, it meant you two spent almost every waking moment together. As both of you grew from troublesome toddlers into cheeky children your parents insisted you two joined clubs together. Though your interests remained glued to watching your Grandmother tend to the shrine that sat above the hill behind your home, you still attended every single one of Tendou's Volleyball practices. Bouncing on your Grandmother's futon each morning to wake her so she could help you iron your uniform before you scuttled off to walk with Tendou to his morning practice. It was at these practices that you became increasingly irritated and aware of how the other children poked fun at Tendou, referring to him as a monster and other sour taunts.

Your birth mother would say that you were just naturally protective of those you held dear, but it was obvious you only behaved that way when it came to defending Tendou. Your young mind didn't understand why he didn't throw taunts back or even react most times. The only time he reacted off the court was when they would physically harm him, pushing him into the dirt during recess, tugging on his hair, yanking at his uniform or worse throwing punches. Even though you were smaller than Tendou you still made it your mission to swing your own two fists each time they touched him. It had gotten to the point the school nurse used your first name. . . Your tumultuous behaviour would have continued if events, out of your control, didn't rock you about like a fragile sail boat combating the open ocean. You had just arrived home from attending one of Tendou's afternoon practices when your Grandmother sat you down on the back porch, softly informing you that your mothers had been in an accident earlier that day.

You had spent a month at Tendou's home that school year, not wanting to step foot in the home you once shared with your beloved mothers. The fighting and arguing with your fellow students had also ended, now taking the route your best friend did in brushing off their behaviour.

⪧ 2008

Both you and Tendou had gracelessly entered your teenage years. Both skewing into awkward young teens on the very begining edges of trying to figure themselves out. The only certain thing that brewed in your head was the fact you'd sorted out your once suffocatingly platonic feelings towards Tendou, realizing that the pitter patter of your heart and the twisting of your stomach you had attributed to gas or food disagreeing with you was in fact a carefully nurtured love towards the red head.

Each time you two would bump hands on your walks to and from school it sent you both into a flurry of apologies and red faces. Despite both of you tiptoeing the line of young puppy love, you both still slept at your home more often then when he slept at his own home. Two awkward limbed teens squished together on a twin mattress, staring up at the glow in the dark stars he insisted would be there when you two graduated high school.

It was one humid summer night as you two huddled together watching a horror movie, a blanket used to shield your eyes from the ghostly visage of a woman appearing on the screen. As the long haired woman screeched at the poor teens in her grasp Tendou jumped and tucked himself into your chest for protection. You had froze the moment he wrapped his long arms around your body, warm embarrassment coursing through your veins as both of you moved to look at each other. Faces just a few inches apart as he mumbled a half hearted apology, though his words were lost as you two both leaned forward lips clumsily pressing against each other. It only lasted a few seconds before you both scrambled away from one another and towards opposite sides of the room, in your panic you had thrown yourself against the shoji to run away from your embarrassment . . . resulting in your head crashing through the ornate design that was scrawled across the divider.

Though the memory was locked away in your minds you two spun a story of a play fight getting out of hand when your Uncle came by to fix the poor door the next day.

⪧ 2012

This was the year you had looked in the mirror and said you would confess to Tendou. Though your little inner monologue had been scrambled to a frightened squeal as your Grandmother threw open the bathroom door to ask why you were awake so late. The night before the first day of your third year was spent writhing dramatically in your bed as you practiced confessing to the plush Tendou had gifted you several years earlier. The penguin's beady little eyes stared carelessly into your own, it sent you into a small huffy fit as you placed a personality onto the object. Accusing it if intentionally thwarting your fool proof plan.

As you lethargically prepared for the day, packing a bag of your belongings and various necessities as you planted a goodbye kiss on your Grandmother's cheek and set out to begin your morning walk with Tendou to your dorm buildings and third year orientation. Your small group of two grew as both of your friends joined along the way, a friend you had brought to the mixed group - a short girl named Ren - poked gentle fun at your tired state. Her soft doe eyes almost sparkling as she offered to carry your bag, boasting about how swim practice had made her stronger. It was obvious she was trying to impress you, she's confessed several times since you two had began spending time together, but her joyful talking was cut off as Tendou scooped up your bag with a cackle. Swinging it around like a projectile as you and your friends stared on in slight concern.

That was the day Tendou's friends had realized even someone as light hearted as him could get jealous over small things. They only hoped you'd notice soon and they could avoid witnessing anymore of this, sometimes painful, tiptoeing you two had been doing for years.

You never did end up confessing to Tendou that school year.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader

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mc-critical · 3 years

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I was curious since you were just talking about Suleyman sisters. Which one is your favourite and what would you change in their storylines? (Me: I would Sah being in love with Ibrahim and her and Hürrem being enemies, because I truly someone from the imperial family liked Hürrem)

I honestly love all of them. Even though they all share a similar purpose in the narrative on the outset (that is, being antagonists to Hürrem), they have distinct motivations and personalities that always succeed to make them so interesting to analyze.

Despite of that, I have to say that my favourite is Hatice. She's the one who felt most fleshed out, with the widest arrays of personality and relationships and I sympathize with her in nearly every level. While I know that S03 Hatice could turn people off and I could understand why in theory (good flanderization is still flanderization after all and her "Heel Face Turn" could feel underwhelming after Hü's huge E63 victory and it lowkey makes for kind of a soft reset of the show's status-quo, but not only I haven't seen this actually being used in arguments against her, but this is solely a writing problem that didn't even originate from her and wasn't totally fixed until the end.), I felt this was the most logical step in her arc and her development made complete sense, no matter how flanderizing it was and how tragic it ended up being. [poor Hatice :(] I have analyzed her character and why I love her so much as well in more detail here.

The one thing I would change is, again, her spending more time with Osman and Huricihan. The need of having kids was set up as a very important part of her character from the beggining and Osman and Huricihan's birth could've felt as a new wave of hope after the devastating child losses. It felt like they were the start of an entirely new chapter of her life where she could enjoy the company of her kids the way she so wanted to, but the birth of Huricihan and Osman ended up being only the finale of Hatice's worries over her children, a satisfying end to these arcs of hers where she could finally find happiness at last and with this it was over. It wasn't built on at all and this whole angle of Hatice's character was seemingly dropped just like that. While I get that her storyline was very densely packed and they may not have had time, they could've given us a few scenes at the very least, especially in S03B where they would play part in empowering even more Hatice's tragic arc, being a reminder of Ibrahim. Not to mention that Huricihan would've been a much better character if that set-up existed.

I adore Şah Sultan, as well and I actually enjoy her dynamic with Hatice even more than her dynamic with Hürrem, because it tells us much more about who she is. It was so enjoyable to watch these two sisters confront each other on not so few instances, while still loving each other. I love how Şah's ambition contrasts so well with her genuine care for the people she loves (like Hatice and Esmahan) and how her pragmatism could actually get in the way of that care, while we could still see that the two coexist in her regardless. It makes her motivation so interesting to figure out in a way we haven't seen before or after with any other character. Her love for Ibrahim.. while yes, I get that it may seem a little weird, putting so much stuff in their past into another context that could draw the line between "this makes sense" and "how exactly did that happen?", it explains why Şah may have this deep seated resentment to Hatice, it is a nicely used plot-device to drive conflict between them (the conflict set-up in their past that is outside of their clash of ideals and philosophies in the present and near future) and her and Lütfi later. It makes her more interesting, too, because it shows her ability to let go of her feelings when she sees is necessary. Her approach is also very interesting and unique (at least at first) and while I find most of her scenes with Hürrem generic, she was a formidable and effective antagonist. I also find interesting that in rewatch, you do see that out of her and Hatice, it's Şah who is more elitist, interestingly enough. (because while Hatice mostly pulls rank out of ignorance or when she's challanged outright, Şah pulls rank not only in confrontation, but in casual conversations with people around her, as well - E87 is a perfect example of this. She also views the dynasty as something even more valuable that shouldn't ever be touched - her not wanting to fight Mihrimah in the end, even though I'm sure she could've outsmarted her if she truly wanted to, she wanted the most out of anyone in S03B for the dynasty members to have each other's backs and support each other no matter what and she was as ready as Hatice to stand behind what the dynasty represents, but not on a more personal level like Hatice, rather on standing behind its laws and traditions, like Ayşe Hafsa.)

What I would change with her, is that intrigue of hers that succeeded to have Hürrem be exiled for the third time. There's nothing wrong with the intrigue neither writing-wise, nor with Şah's character in it, and I kinda appreciate Hürrem's overspending there as a parallel to Mahidevran's overspending in S02, showing that they're not so different after all in a bunch of cases. But otherwise, the whole thing felt like pointless filler that only repeats some aspect of previous storylines. Yet another harem riot, though not as large in scale, and that almost contrived exile, which served nothing in the end (except for showing how Hürrem has gained a decent network of political allies, but that was shown before the exile, too). I would probably make it a far more complex, but still to the point intrigue, the outcome of which sure wouldn't be another exile for an episode. This also wouldn't have been the ending culmination of Şah's careful plans against Hürrem, either. (Ayaz Pasha's death afterwards was relatively quickly planned in comparison! Like.. c'mon..)

Fatma is my least favourite sister of the sisters, but she certainly has her moments. I love her debut and I love how fun loving she is, I sorta wish we saw even more of that. I actually don't recall a moment where Fatma ever pulled rank on someone in the way Hatice in E26 did and Şah so casually does and if there truly isn't any moment like that, then I love her even more for it. What is even more interesting is how her motivation is a promise made to Mustafa (even though this whole motivation is kinda strange writing-wise, since she's an entirely new character and the devotion to Mustafa could look like something the writers only came up with in the heat of the moment for S04A's bad use of flashbacks and to make yet another antagonist for Hürrem... Fatma could've been next to Mustafa when he was a child in Manisa and she liked him as a child, who knows? That coupled with Mahidevran probably reminding him of Fatma's existence, as well.) and how far she's going to go to fulfill it, even after his death. It all showed a side of hers that is willing to put the dynasty members in intrigue (the way she put Selim and Bayezid against one another and even when she played that game on Mihrimah), an interesting contrast with the other sisters, who would do anything but, at least not so consciously. (I'm referring to Şah's very first scheme against Hürrem, in E85-6) I love how she scolded Mihrimah in E121 and I love how they showed her sorrow for Mustafa's death. (that little scene where she said: "I failed.." was so touching, honestly... It shows how devoted she was to it all) Her relationship with Kara Ahmet is also pretty great.

What I would change with her, is her part in the menopause plot. The episode itself is such a weird and tonal mess, but Fatma there was at her worst and I don't agree with her making fun of Hürrem like this. I get the purpose of the episode and scene, but it still sits wrong with me and since that was our first episode with Fatma, it rendered her a little petty for me when I was first watching. I wouldn't have had Fatma tell it out loud for everyone to hear, I would've probably made her show Hürrem she knew in a confrontation similar to Hürrem and Mahidevran's (hey, a part of their formula could work for once!) between both of them during the entertainment. I would have also given her a little more balanced screentime. In some episodes it was very fine, but in others, it felt like she was more shoved into the background.

About Hürrem having at least one dynasty member to like Hürrem - I agree, it would be a breath of fresh air, to say the least, there should've been this kind of variety. If there is one I would make a friend of Hürrem's (at the most part), that would be Beyhan.

I would have given her more screentime, especially in S01-2, she could be there to advice and support her sisters even more and for them to calm down from the games and intrigues. She wouldn't play such a big role in the story, aside from an arc or two that would be different from working against Hürrem. Her and Hürrem would be usually on good terms, since her emotional maturity would let her understand at least a bit of her side of the story and wouldn't be so quick to accuse her. (as she wasn't when she learned of how Hatice learned about Nigar and Ibrahim) Beyhan can't be fully on board with her, of course, because moments where Hürrem tramples on Hatice's happiness directly or indirectly could put them at odds, but I feel Beyhan's personality and shtick would be the best suited for a friendship with Hürrem of sorts. Since she still wouldn't be part of the throne war, Hürrem would have no reasons to act against her personally, either. (now, S03B could be a problem, but then we could... have her return to her castle permanetly?) It would've been epic if Şah had only her dynamic with Hatice in the story, but I don't think that alone would be enough for the writers, because they sure were searching for someone to replace Ibrahim as a more prominent antagonist until S04's switch of focus and enrichment of storylines.

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I Think I Kinda, You Know Chapter 2: Drunk

JJ Maybank x Carrera! Reader

Chapter 1

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Word Count: 997

Warnings: Profanity, sorta fluff

A/N: What’s up, bet you forgot about this series. Probably because I’ve been super busy and struggling to write for this. But it’s here! This is mostly a filler chapter, there’s some fluff, but I kinda find it boring. It’s sort of build up to chapter 3 which will have some major tea. I am already working on it too! Meaning it won’t be 8 years between updates. I apologize for the long wait bbys and ily. If you want to be tagged in future parts shoot me an ask! This is sorta edited but in my rush to get it up there may be a few mistakes :)

JJ ended up jumping out the window right before Kie burst into your room. She let you know about work and how she’d drive you, looking at you curiously then leaving you to get ready. You sigh and get dressed in your uniform, noticing how shaky your legs feel from last night’s activities. When you go to do your hair, you start pulling it back only to notice the dark purple spots JJ had left on your neck in a few places. “Damn it, J,” You whisper to yourself and grab your concealer.

You admire your handy work of covering the hickeys but still opt to leave your hair down for extra coverage. You let Kiara know that you’re ready then head downstairs to grab a granola bar and a bottle of apple juice. She drives you to work then heads to pick up the boys for a day at the beach. You would be joining them later.

Work was fairly uninteresting until Sarah came in for the last half of your shift. She claimed that she needed away from the guys while they were at the beach but you thought she might just be there for the air conditioning. She was fun to talk to while taking orders and wiping tables all the same. You listened to her chatter while you cleared and wiped one of your last tables. A whistle came from a few tables over, followed by, “Nice ass, baby girl.”

The catcall made you cringe and whip around, “Excuse me?”

“I said nice ass, baby. Wanna call me sometime?”

“No, she doesn’t, you scumbag. So fuck off.” Sarah loudly stated before you could retort.

“Damn, chill, sorry.” The man says, but he doesn’t sound very apologetic.

You raised your eyebrows at Sarah and she shrugged. You checked the clock and it was the end of your shift so you hung up your apron and Sarah grabbed your hand to pull you outside.

“Beach time! Yay!” She exclaimed, making you laugh. It was a short walk from The Wreck so it wasn’t long before you spotted the boys and Kie playing beach volleyball. When you joined, you were on JJ’s team and Sarah decided to ‘ref’ the game with Pope.

“Hey pretty girl, took you long enough,” JJ says when you join him on his side of the net.

“He’s mad because we’re kicking his ass and he needs you to carry him,” John B calls with Kie nodding in agreement, getting ready to serve.

You laugh and get ready, the ball flys low, fast, but you dive to get it. A perfect pass for JJ to set up to you, which he does successfully, much to your surprise. You finish with a perfect hit, winning that point for your team.

“Yes! That’s how it’s done!” JJ jumps up then high fives you excitedly.

“JJ, Y/N did ⅔ of the work,” Kie states in a deadpan voice.

“Either way it’s our serve,” JJ says with a slight pout, making everyone chuckle.

You ended up winning the game by a point, your hitting and passing saved the game. JJ usually managed the setting pretty well, so you were pretty good when put together.

When the game was done, you all just laid on the beach, relaxing and playing games. JJ was being extra touchy, though. Hand on your thigh, around your waist or shoulders, legs on top of yours. No one else really noticed the little things like that because JJ is always touchy, but you knew they meant something different now.

The six of you were sitting around on towels, discussing plans for the night.

“Kegger?” Sarah suggested.

“I’m down.” You agree. You felt like getting super drunk.

“Me too,” Kie says with a smile. The rest of the pogues nod and agree.

“So, it’s settled. Party tonight at the boneyard!” Sarah says happily, clapping her hands together.

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The party is in full swing now. You’ve been there for a few hours and you’re in the middle of chugging your third beer of the night. When you stumble over to JJ he says, “Woah, don’t you think that’s enough?”

You sway and he puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you. “You l-look hot,” you slur, “But I want some more!” You’re half whining now.

“I think that is definitely enough for the night. You’re such a lightweight.” He laughs, “Okay, I’m gonna bring you home. Is that alright?” You think you nod and he picks you up bridal style. You make a quick stop at Kie so JJ can tell her he’s taking you home. When you get to the van, he carefully places you in the passenger seat and buckles you up. You aren’t really sure what happens because the next thing you know, you’re waking up while JJ is pulling into your driveway.

JJ carefully opens and closes the front door so he’s not too loud, still carrying you.

“Hey JJ,” You start.

“What is it, princess?” He smirks at you.

“You’re hot.” You grab the front of his old t-shirt and pull him into a searing kiss.

The blonde boy pulls away reluctantly, “Not right now. You’re drunk.”

“What!? Not a lot though!”

He sighs, “How about we get upstairs and you get changed? Can you do that for me?”

You nod slowly and he helps you upstairs. When you get to your room, you start undressing and finding new clothes. While you’re doing that, JJ is rummaging through the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. You lay in your bed and wait for him, but your eyelids are already getting droopy. When JJ comes back with a little cup of water and some pain killers, he sets them on your nightstand. For good measure, he moves your trash can next to your bed. JJ kisses your forehead and whispers, “Goodnight princess.”

You wake up with a massive hangover, and an hour late for your shift at The Wreck.

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Pythagorean Thoughts, Summary of chapter 3 onwards

or, well, as far as this post can go. I dunno, Tumblr ate a lot of my posts and given how much text I poured in this I really don’t want to risk losing all my work to the void

Anyway, spoilers below the cut, and it’s very highly recommended that you read the previous post about chapter 2 before you read this one.

As with the end of the previous post, this summary is gonna be a lot closer to plot points than to a full-fledged story... Sorry for that. I hope at least it conveys the plot in a way that is still legible.

Day 3: Saturday, July 14th, 2012

Upon waking up (late, thanks to the fairy dust and thanks to being sleep-deprived), Bill notices that the Electron Carpet is gone from the room and that it was replaced by a regular carpet. When he asks Soos about it, Soos explains that Wendy asked him to give it to her so she could store it for safekeeping, in order to avoid other incidents.

Wendy hasn’t slept that much during the night, but she still visits the Mystery Shack and talks to Bill once he is awake. She tells him she knows about the switch, but that Dipper asked her to keep the secret and pretend that everything is normal; she also adds that the main reason why Dipper told her so is because she would have caused more trouble trying to figure things out by herself, and thus put everyone at risk in the process. She reminds him that she’d still like him to come at her place at 6pm: she has something she wants to show him.

In the meantime, Wendy invites Bill to hang out with the rest of the gang: Tambry, Lee, Nate and Robbie. It turns out that Bill is at least as much of a “Dr Fun Times” as Dipper was, if not more, so Wendy relaxes around him, and Bill actually has a somewhat fun time hanging out with them too.

Bill: "Hey guys, who wants to see some zombies?"

Wendy: "If you summon anything, I'll make sure you get bitten first."

Bill: "Killjoy."

Somehow, at a certain point the gang is faced with a random Monster-of-the-Week, which starts chasing them because the teens angered it or something. Bill leads them to a cursed door and opens its lock with the President’s key, leading everyone into the paranormal black market from the graphic novel Lost Legends.

Meanwhile, Mabel, Candy, Grenda and William go in the forest in search for harmless but definitely supernatural things to show William. Sadly, apart from some strangely shaped natural elements, they don’t seem to find anything truly magical; and when the girls try to insist on the supernatural nature of the little elements they do manage to find, William is unimpressed.

Upon seeing the various supernatural beings and elements roaming the supernatural black market, the teens are in shock/awe. Wendy silently swears by repeating what Bill had said the day before, which surprises him greatly.

Wendy: "See? I learned."

They then see the "No humans allowed" sign.

Wendy: “Okay, which part of your plan made you think that this was ever going to be a good idea?”

Bill: “I'm trying to think here, okay? Just pretend to be elves, or ogres on a diet. They should buy it. Probably.”

Bill: “We’re just taking a shortcut here, we’ll get out through another door. There’s another one this way. I think.”

Anyway, hijinks ensue. This was supposed to be like your typical sorta-filler-episode with the typical GF formula from the first season/graphic novel, except I have no idea what the life lesson involved would actually be.

In the evening, while everyone goes home, Bill goes with Wendy as agreed. When they reach her bedroom, Bill asks her to put the blanket elsewhere, because of its tree pattern.

Bill: “You do know that any shape that remotely looks like him acts as a peephole he can see through anytime, right?”

Wendy wasn’t aware and agrees to put the blanket away, trying not to think about the fact that Dipper was technically able to watch her sleep. Instead, she brushes this off and takes what she wanted to show Bill: an old laptop she and Dipper had found when they visited the bunker, which Soos managed to fix recently.

Bill is surprised to see the laptop, and muses “so THAT’S where he hid it”, hinting at the fact that he was trying to stop Dipper from using it, but couldn’t because he didn’t know where it was.

Wendy explains that Dipper and her had tried to crack the code for the past few days without success; and since Bill used to be a nearly-all-knowing demon who, on top of that, was very likely linked to the author mystery, she thinks that he might know what the password is.

Bill’s partial amnesia strikes for a bit, and as he searches in his memory, he first tries the word “GULLIBLE.” But, soon enough, he thinks further and finds the true password: “STANFORD” (revealed in the collector’s edition of the official Journal 3, if you look at the invisible ink part). Therefore, the laptop is unlocked and Wendy is very curious as to why the password would coincidentally happen to be the name of her summer job boss.

Wendy: Wait... Stanford? As in, our Stanford?

Bill: Yes, and no. Sorta.

Bill disregards her interrogations about “Stanford”, however when they check the laptop’s contents and see multiple references to the name “McGucket”, Bill does mention that it is, in fact, the same “McGucket” as in “Old Man McGucket.” Wendy wants more answers and states that she’ll go interrogate McGucket on the next day -- and she expects Bill to come as well.

Day 4: Sunday, July 15th, 2012

Wendy and Bill come to meet McGucket, and investigate about the Blindeye Society; Bill only tags along for the fun of the adventure and because Wendy didn’t leave him much of a choice, but he is not really interested in the investigation itself (mainly because he already knows most of the story).

Mabel, seeing that Wendy and Bill are going once more together to an unknown location, tags along and invites Candy, Grenda and William. William expected to just hang out with Mabel’s friends, but ended up getting involved in his first true mystery hunt. They start walking towards the dump in their search for McGucket, but soon they realize that Bill is missing. Wendy and Mabel assume that he might have left because he already knew what was happening and was either bored or didn’t want to answer their questions if they were to ask him. They are annoyed, but since they heard what the investigation was about, Mabel, Candy and Grenda agree that the investigation is more important, and they decide to continue without him.

Bill really did just look for the first opportunity to bail, because he doesn’t want to confront the Society without a plan and risk losing his memories. He instead spends the day with Soos and Stan, which he finds boring but less dangerous given his situation.

As they talk with McGucket, the investigation doesn’t go too far at first. Thankfully, Candy has Journal 3 and eventually decides to consult it, feeling confident enough since Bill isn’t around to see that she is the one who has it. When they find the page in the Journal that shows the Blind Eye symbol, it triggers the same reaction from McGucket as in the original episode, and McGucket reveals that his mind has been altered somehow. William has been vastly unimpressed so far, but when everybody decides to pursue their investigation in the museum, he tags along “to make sure that they won’t do anything illegal.” However, he dissuades McGucket from coming, as he thinks he would be a burden even if he could remember anything at all. The girls all disagree, but McGucket decides to stay; disheartened, Mabel promises that they will come back with the truth and help him recover.

Meanwhile, in the Nightmare Realm, Dipper sees that they are about to meet the Blind Eye Society and starts to worry. He intends to try and warn Mabel and Wendy not to go, but someone calls him before he can do so: it just happens to be Kryptos, and apparently he wants to talk to him.

While in the museum, William proves to be surprisingly useful in figuring out the first clues as well as the secret stairway; he is analytical, knows where to find clues, and solves the puzzles easily. At first he brushes it off when Mabel praises him, but the more the investigation progresses, the more serious he becomes. He still doesn’t believe that there is anything supernatural lying beneath, but he does start to feel dread as they find more and more evidence that the place is ruled by an unknown organized group of dubious activities. After a certain point, he attempts to dissuade the group from continuing and recommends asking for the police’s assistance instead, but he is soon reminded that the Gravity Falls police won’t be of any use.

While they investigate the catacombs, they don’t actually witness firsthand that there is a mind eraser gun used by an organization; they only see indirect evidence and some caped men roaming around, and so they slowly build the puzzle piece by piece. In order to be more stealthy and to search more efficiently, they split up. Candy and Grenda stand guard, while Mabel, Wendy and William investigate.

Back in the Nightmare Realm, Kryptos reveals that he pretty much found out that Dipper isn’t Bill, and has him cornered. After a long discussion, Kryptos is perfectly willing to keep the swap accident a secret, but he wants Dipper to go through with Bill’s original plan and to cause Weirdmageddon. Besides their plans of having an eternal party free from any sort of authority, none of the henchmen want to die because of the Nightmare Realm’s instability; so if Dipper wants his secret to be well kept, he has better cause Weirdmageddon, and soon.

While they are still talking, Kryptos suddenly lunges at Dipper and pushes him away from a sudden laser beam that came out of nowhere: Ford has arrived in the Nightmare Realm, and his Quantum Destabilizer gun is ready.

Mabel, Wendy and William eventually find the Hall of the Forgotten. At first confused by all the tubes, soon they are shocked to discover thanks to the special television that each of the tubes correspond to memories of the various citizens of Gravity Falls. William feels lost and scared, but then he sees the memories aligned by the sides of the main statue... and one in particular happens to bear the name “Jeffrey Cannuck.”

William: “T-that’s my grandfather’s name!?”

Mabel: “Huh? I thought your last name was ‘Spencer’?”

William: “My parents dicorced six years ago, so my mom made me keep her name... But still— My grandfather has been missing for years! Is this why he disappeared? Because they made him lose his mind? Who knows what other families they could’ve destroyed like this!”

Wendy starts to suspect something, and stares at the statue surrounded by the memory tubes. When she notices that it seems to be part of a mechanism:

Wendy: “… Help me move this.”

Everyone complies and help her rotate the statue, which shows even more memory tubes. Wendy immediately finds one which reads “Mrs. Corduroy.”

Wendy: “They’re going down.”

Wendy tries to take the memory tube without thinking, but she accidentally triggers the alarm. Soon members of the Society arrive and despite Wendy fighting back, they manage to overpower her and Mabel. While the two girls are being taken to the main hall in the catacombs, William is shown in the shadows. He has managed to hide fast enough to not be noticed, and he sneakily leaves as he slides his grandfather’s memory tube in his jacket.

Back in the Nightmare Realm, a fight begins between Ford and Bill’s henchmen, but Ford’s gun obliterates a few of them easily, which causes the rest to immediately flee instead. An action sequence ensues, where Dipper tries to reason Ford without getting hit or injuring him in return, while Ford just keeps trying to shoot him. Eventually, Dipper barely manages to send Ford back to Dimension 52 and close the wormhole.

Picture Jheselbraum reading a book and just saying “Welcome back.” without looking up.

Cut to the Hall of the Forgotten once more: Wendy, Mabel, Candy and Grenda are tied to the pillar and surrounded by the members of the Society. Blind Ivan reveals himself and explains the motive behind the Blind Eye Society. While they discuss, William is shown still in the shadows as he is listening in; and upon listening, he is forced to suddenly accept that the supernatural actually exists. Shocked and lost, he doesn’t realize that some members of the Society found him, and soon he is brought in the circle as well. Blind Ivan soon understands the situation, and uses William as the perfect example: people like him simply can’t handle the fact that magic exists, and can’t afford to live peacefully as long as they are aware of this terrifying truth.

Taking pity on him, Blind Ivan offers William the choice to side with the Society; in fact, Blind Ivan even gives him the honor of being the one who erases the gang’s memories about the entirety of the summer. To everyone’s despair, after hesitating for a few seconds, William accepts and takes the memory gun.

Mabel: “I trusted you, William!”

William: “Ha, ha… Really? That’s too bad.”

William readies his aim... But then he quickly turns around without warning and shoots Blind Ivan.

William: “I hoped you’d say this in the present tense.”

William then proceeds to shoot every member of the Society he sees, with reflexes and an agility that the gang never suspected. After a moment, the fight seems over and William sees that all members of the Society are unconscious; and so he comes back to untie everyone.

William: “Wow, these guys are dumb. I never thought that’d actually work.”

Mabel: “Seems like you recovered fast from the shock! So, ready to join the supernatural group now?”

William: “Hahaha-- don’t get yourself any ideas, I’m still completely traumatized about this whole thing and I’m terrified at the mere thought that my therapist will never believe me.”

As they are still talking, before William is finished untying everyone, Bud Gleeful suddenly arrives and takes the memory gun out of William’s hand, then shoots him immediately while the gun’s keyword was still “SUMMER.” As Wendy was nearly untied by then, she instantly manages to break free and proceeds to knock down Bud, knocking him out in turn. Soon, everyone is free and all the members of the Society have forgotten all about the Society’s existence. Finally, William slowly wakes up.

William: “Who… What is this place? What happened?”

Mabel: “WILLIAM YOU WERE AMAZING!”

William: “W-what?”

Mabel: “You single-handedly wiped out the memory of a dozen members of an evil society with a magic gun!”

Wendy: “WHICH was incredibly stupid and dangerous. Dude, first thing when you face an army, you don’t go solo.”

William: “… I did what now? Also, who on earth are you?”

Mabel: “Yeeesh, you’ve got some remembering to do.”

Candy proceeds to open the memory gun and hands to Mabel the tube it contains.

Candy: “His memory tube should be this one.”

Mabel: “Thanks! Come on William, the magic memory screen is that way.”

William: “L-let me go! How do you guys know me— who are you working for!? Y-you'll hear from my father!”

One long remembering session later, William has come to terms with the fact that he indeed had his memory erased; however, he still denies that actual magic exists. All he accepts is the fact that the memory gun is an advanced technology, which has absolutely nothing to do with anything magical. The girls are disappointed by his denial, but everyone agrees that the day was long and eventful enough.

It is now night time, and Dipper comes to see Mabel in her dream. He is extremely worried and apologizes for not being able to come to their aid earlier, as he had troubles of his own to deal with at the same time (namely, a murderous Stanford).

Dipper is relieved to see that everyone is alright and that the Society is now no more, but he tries to give Mabel a warning: confronting William to the supernatural is not a good idea. Mabel is surprised and she praises once more William’s unexpected amazing skills when they were cornered, but Dipper is uneasy and says that involving William in any magic-related case might actually be dangerous. Mabel tries to reassure him, but she thinks that Dipper is just still angry at William for what he had said on July 12, and that perhaps he might be a bit jealous of William’s skills too.

After they spent some time together, Mabel reminds Dipper of the favor she asked of him; and Dipper says he will do it immediately. They bid each other goodbye, then Dipper leaves.

Cut the scene to Northwest Manor, in Pacifica’s room. Dipper appears in Pacifica’s dream; after a confused conversation, Dipper explains that he came because he wants to ask her something.

Dipper: “Do you still have the pig?”

#pt comic #pt compilation #pythagorean thoughts

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Freddie’s 40th birthday; Freddie Mercury x reader

*Author’s note*

In honor of the legend’s 74th birthday, as apart of my Rock Angel series, I have written up this little filler chapter centered around Freddie’s birthday. It’s unbelievable that had he lived today, we would’ve been celebrating his 74th bday. But as it is said in the Sandlot ‘Heroes get remembered, but legends never die’. Happy birthday Freddie Mercury, wherever you are, know that you are loved and are continued to be loved by generations of people that are just getting to know you or people that have followed/known you when you were alive.

Enjoy my lovelies and until the next update :)

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*Sept. 7th, 1986*

I was looking myself over in the mirror seeing how my cowgirl hat looked. It wasn’t anything fancy just a simple leather khaki hat that belonged to mum who gave it to me just for this party. I brushed the ends of my hair before Jack came in wearing his Indiana Jones hat.

“Look at you my little cowgirl.”

“Now don’t you dare say something naughty or else you’re going to get it.” Jack faked a gasp.

“How dare you suggest I’d say such a thing.”

“Please Jack. You may look all sweet and innocent but even you can go Freddie Mercury dirty. Or worse Deacy leveled of rottenness.”

“Never did I think he could think such thoughts.”

“You do realize that his first song Misfire was all about pre-ejaculation right?”

“Okay subject change please!” I shoved him and said.

“You started it.”

“Nu-uh!”

“Oh shut it you. Now remind me again why you didn’t want to wear a cowboy hat?”

“You know what those hats do to me. Plus….” He stroked the rim of his Indie hat, “this makes me look cooler.” His brow quirked as he smirked in the mirror trying to be sexy (which he was but I’ll never admit that out loud).

“But then we could’ve been a matching set at the party. Fred would’ve been all gushed up about it.”

“You know this day is about him right?”

“Correction two days ago was all about him. This is his birthday party. Thankfully it won’t be as crazy as last years. Yeesh. I still don’t remember how Roger and I ended up in that closet together.”

“Let alone with your shirt over his face.”

“Oh god yeah that—most awkward thing ever. But I think I recall saying something like ‘it’s too hot in this hellhole for me!’ Or some random thing like that. At least that’s what Deacy said he heard. God we had sooo much tequila that night. Never again.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me and pecked my cheek.

“Yeah cause I wouldn’t want to think that my wife was screwing around with her father figure.”

“EWW! Now that is something I know that not even drunk me would do. Why put that image into my brain oh god JACK!!!” he laughed as I began hitting his arm.

“Ow! Okay! Okay I’m sorry!”

“You better be. Now what time is it?”

“6:40.”

“Shit we better get going!” I grabbed his hand and we took off out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

In the living room our sitter Derek aka ‘Dancing man’ Anderson, who was also one of my roadies on tour, was already feeding our daughter.

“Okay Derek, we’re heading out. Again thank you soo much for volunteering to babysit for me. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to do this much…….”

“Relax (Y/n). I’ve had 3 kids so I know how this works. Thankfully I was in the neighborhood. Plus I get the chance to see the kid before the rest of the roadies do.” I shook my head at him.

Derek had been one of my first roadies ever since I became the Rock Angel. He was about the same age as Roger was and if I’m being honest, he’s kinda like Roger in a way. In fact if I remember correctly it was Roger’s roadie Crystal that recommended Derek to me. He’s great with electronics and lighting and he’s basically the ringleader since he’s the only one of my original team that has stuck with me for the past five years.

“Okay so her bottles are in the fridge and I’ve laid out instructions on how to warm them up. Her bedtime is in two hours, and her favorite story is ‘Oh the places you’ll go’. And ohh I know I’m forgetting something.”

“Angel, relax. I’ve got this. Jack gave me the full rundown about an hour ago while you were deciding on your hat. Give my birthday regards to Fred.”

“We will. Thanks again Derek.” Jack said as the two of them shook hands with each other.

“No prob, you two kids have fun. And don’t worry mini Angel will be safe and sound.”

“Alright, bye baby girl. Mummy loves you.” I leaned down and pecked my daughter’s cheek repeatedly then Jack came down and kissed the top of her head which was starting to sprout my hair color and told her.

“Daddy loves you too sweetheart.” Jack and I picked up our gifts for Freddie and we walked out the door and headed to the car.

To my surprise Jack actually offered to drive to Freddie’s place at Garden Lodge. I looked at him surprised and switched seats with him and I must admit I’m surprised that he’s managed to get driving in England down.

“Wow Jack I must say, you’ve really adapted to our way of driving, haven’t yah?”

“Well seeing you guys drive all the time kinda helped me out a bit more. Plus those old driving lessons from Deacy also helped as well.”

“So I got to ask. American style of driving or UK style of driving.”

“Oh American hands down. I still fear that I’m gonna ram into someone driving on this side of the road.”

“Guess we both feel that way. When your cousin Jensen gave me my first car driving lessons, I was terrified beyond belief. Not only was it something totally different, but also just driving on the side of the road that I’ve never driven on. But you’re doing good baby. I’m proud of you.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said.

“Hey now, no need to get frisky. I’m the one behind the wheel here.”

“You are just full of snappy comebacks today aren’t yah?” he grinned at me and continued to drive on.

After a while we finally arrived at Freddie’s place just ten minutes past 7. Jack parked the car just a few yards away from the entrance of Garden Lodge and the two of us walked hand in hand towards the entrance. I pressed the buzzer at the gate and that’s when Jim’s voice came on the intercom and he said.

‘Hello?’

“Hey Jim it’s Jack and (Y/n). We made it.”

‘Ahh the Kline couple, come right on in.’ the gate let out a buzz and Jack opened the door and tipped his hat just like Indiana Jones as he did his best Harrison Ford impression.

“My lady.”

“Why thank you Dr. Jones.” I said in my best Southern accent before walking right on in and he followed behind me.

We walked across the front garden and I couldn’t help but admire the flowers that grew down the runway towards the house. We walked up the steps and Jack knocked on the door and soon answering the door wearing a pink boa with an angel halo on top of his head was the Queen himself, Freddie Mercury.

“Well about fucking time you two got here. I was beginning to think you both skipped out on me.”

“Please Fred. If we wanted to, you’d never let us hear the end of it.” I teased him. He chuckled and smiled that wide smile of his before extending his arms out and the two of us hugged and kissed each other.

“And Jack. Handsome and dashing as ever.” Freddie praised.

“Thanks Fred.” Jack blushed.

“And a couple’s costume at that. I swear I think you two will upstage me. And I’m supposed to be the birthday boy here.”

“Oh well Fred actually we’re not doing a couple’s costume. At least not anymore we aren’t.”

“Oh well then Jack what kind of hat is this supposed to be?” Fred said as he stroked the rim of Jack’s Indiana Jones hat.

“Wow and I thought you would’ve at least seen at least one of the films. This is an Dr. Indiana Jones hat.”

“A doctor you say, well what the fuck kind of doctor wears that kind of hat?”

“He’s also an archeologist that goes on adventures Fred.” I explained to him. Freddie ahhed in understandment.

“Okay now I see. Well besides all that, come on in my darlings the party’s just beginning.” Fred opened the front door wider and allowed Jack and I to enter inside.

And amazingly while there were a lot of people there, it wasn’t as full crazed as his birthday party last year. It was mellow, quieter, people making small talk amongst friends. It was a nice change for once (especially after the after party for the Magic tour).

The party went on and as Fred and I stood side by side of each other looking out at the other party guests I turned to him and said.

“You know I’m really surprised Fred. You really mellowed out.”

“Well darling the older you get, the less of a party animal you become. Even the champ must lose at one point.”

“All these metaphors and old saying you’ve been saying throughout this past year, I swear Fred you should be a philosopher.”

“As great as some of their sayings are, they’d be boring to meet in real life. And dear I refuse to be boring.” He playfully dipped my hat forward covering my eyes. I groaned and playfully shoved him as I readjusted my hat.

That’s when I noticed a band on his right ring finger.

I took his hand and held it and looked up at him and asked him intrigued.

“And just what is this Fred?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know.” Fred teased me.

“C’mon Fred. You know as well as I that this ring isn’t like any of the old concert rings you used to wear ten years ago. So out with it.” Fred looked around before clasping my hand with his and he dragged me off upstairs where we would have some privacy.

We made it to his master suite and there I saw Delilah and Goliath both sunning themselves on the bed.

“It’s from Jim.” Freddie spoke softly as he stared down at th ring lovingly. “He gave it to my just before everyone got here. A sorta—one year anniversary present. I would wear it on my left hand if I could but—you know how people are these days when it comes to relationships. Especially with mine.”

I walked up to him and cupped his face between my hands. He and I stared at each other and I said to him.

“I’m happy for you Fred. Truly I am. And hell if it were up to me, I’d have you and Jim married tonight if you both wanted to.”

“I know you would darling.” He very gingerly pinched my cheek.

“And……people can be bastards. They think that sexual relationships have to be in a straight fashion. Even Johanna and Graham thought that way. Any trace of homosexuality, they’d treat them as if they were scum of the scum. They’d even tried to brainwash me into believing it as well. But thankfully I have more common sense than them or anyone else that thinks that way. Love is Love. As long as two people are happy and in love with each other, so long as they are of legal age, then it doesn’t matter.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“A lioness with a heart of gold. Your parents would be proud of you darling.” He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Who knows maybe one day the world can change and have people of the same sex get married. And when that day comes, I’ll be right there at your side as your Maid of honor.” Freddie softly smiled and said.

“I’ll let you plan the whole thing out if you want.”

“Good cause you know I’ve got some suggestions.”

“You did learn from the best.”

“Also I’m gonna tell you what you once told me when Jack and I first became a couple. If he breaks your heart, or makes you cry like that last bastard of a man you had, I’ll pop him off his arse till he’s in a coma.”

We both softly laughed and pecked each other’s cheeks before embracing each other tightly. “Never change my darling Rock Angel.”

“Never Freddie. So long as you never change either.”

“With you by my side, I doubt I ever will.” We both softly laughed.

“C’mon. I’m betting everyone’s wondering where the birthday boy is at.” We took each other’s hands once more and walked out of his master suite and headed back downstairs.

Everyone gathered in the back garden as Jim, Terry and Phoebe pulled out the cake (which was sculpted into the shape of an orange, black and white patterned cat standing on a podium with its paw up in the air).

Once the sparkling candles were lit, we all sang Happy birthday to Freddie. Freddie stood by his cake smiling and gushing about till the end of the song before finally blowing out his candles.

“I better not expect a girl wearing a cat costume to pop out and ruin this cake!” we all laughed and that’s when Jim came up to him and delicately cut the bottom part of the cake. As Jack and I sat together I couldn’t take my eyes off of Freddie.

He was just radiating this pure energy as he chatted away with Phoebe, Jim and his other friends that he knew outside of Queen. He truly was a ray of sunshine who made everyone laugh and smile, and I am so glad that he got out of Prenter’s grasp when he did cause this this was the Freddie I knew and loved.

“He seems happier with Jim.” Jack said to me as he ate a piece of his cake.

“He does. He finally found himself a little niche in life. And I’m happy for him.”

“So they’re really together, aren’t they?” Jack asked me. Of course there wasn’t any hatred or disgust as my husband spoke those words, he genuinely wanted to know whether or not Freddie and Jim were seriously an item or not.

“They are. And I can see that it’s real love between those two. I hope they stay together for a long, long time. They’re good for each other.”

“I’ll admit it, even though I’ve never really seen a gay romance for myself. I think they really do love each other.”

“It’s just like us. Like Deacy and Ronnie, like any other straight marriage or relationship. It doesn’t matter the gender of the person so long as two people love each other and care about one another. Love is Love.”

“I can get behind that.” Jack said as he nuzzled his face into my neck making me giggle softly.

It was about an hour after sunset when the party finally came to a close. Everyone bid their goodbyes to Freddie and when I had invited Fred and Jim to come and have tea tomorrow, that’s when I found out that they would actually be leaving for Japan tomorrow afternoon.

“Oh wow Japan. You two going on your honeymoon?” I playfully nudged Fred.

“It’s not so much a honeymoon dear. Just a way for Jim and I to get to know each other a little more without all the press and cameras stalking us.”

“Understood. Those blood-sucking leeches.”

“Tell me about it.” He grumbled.

“Well I hope you both have a safe trip and enjoy yourselves.”

“We will darling. And I’ll be sure to pick something up for the mini-angel’s birthday in a couple months. As well as a souvenir gift.”

“You know she’s still a baby right?”

“So what? Just because she’s a baby doesn’t mean I have to stop spoiling her.” I rolled my eyes and embraced Freddie and he hugged me back.

“You’re gonna drive me to early grey hair Mercury.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling.” He said in a posh tone. “As I’ve always said you’re gonna be an ageless beauty. It’s me and the other guys that’ll age like milk.” I slapped his arm then we kissed each other goodbye then Jack and I took our leave.

When we arrived back home, we came in to see Derek sitting on the couch watching the news.

“How was the party?” he asked us.

“Mellow but fun. How was our girl?” Jack said.

“Barely gave me any trouble, unlike my own daughter when she was that age. The only fuss she made was when I had to change her nappie before bed.”

“She’s done that with us too. Mum hopes she’ll grow out of it soon.” I said as I walked up to him.

‘Growing cases of the AIDS and HIV virus continues to climb. So far in England alone more than 1000 confirmed deaths have occurred due to the virus…..’ I shut the TV off and muttered angrily.

“I hate the news. They never have anything positive to say. All it is is just death, gang bangs, cults, economy crashes, war, or this new virus that’s been coming up.”

“Don’t let it affect you too much Angel, you don’t need to have all that negativity floating in your head. Well I best be off.”

“Thanks again Derek, I’ll send you your payment in the morning.” I told him.

“No need. This one’s on the house. Have a good night Angel, Jack.”

“Night Derek. Drive safely.” Jack told him as Derek grabbed his coat and keys then left the house.

Jack and I changed out of our party clothes and got into our pajamas and cuddled close together.

“G’night Jack.” I yawned.

“G’night my love. Sweet dreams.” Jack whispered. He kissed my forehead as the two of us fell asleep cuddled under the sheets.

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aiden-png · 4 years

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so the next chapter of Ties That Bind is the one I’ve been putting off for weeks because it’s just. I’m not happy with it. the only issue is, I’m not sure I can cut it?? it’s kind of filler, I can’t remember the technical writing term for it rn but it’s sorta the ‘calm after the storm’ and the last stop before rising action. so from a narrative structure POV it has to be there, but I don’t like that it’s 100% about the romance arc. the only issue is I can’t rewrite it or skip all of it, bc the end of the chapter is important, and the meat of the chapter is the first steps in the ‘long conversations’ needed to reconnect the group so I’m stuck with this chapter it seems x-x I know some of you really enjoy the romance plot so it probably won’t upset you, and it’s pretty self indulgent so it should be fun to read. but. for others it’ll be skipable, and you can go to the end and read the last scene and then be ready for the rising action. just wanted to give a heads up before I post it tmrw, since I was trying one last ditch effort to fix it with no progress. I have a feeling you’ll all really like it regardless of how I feel about it anyway XD I know I’m too harsh on my own work. this is unfortunately one of the chapters that suffers for being a serialized work, rather than one I wrote in full and edited before posting

#ties that bind #aiden writes #all the support has been overwhelming thank you all so much ;u;#I was trying to reply to comments this morning before I gotta do responsible work stuff but there were some Long ones I didn't get to #I'll reply to everyone soon!! maybe tonight or tmrw morning if I gotta!

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tomspancakes · 4 years

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This Way: Part 7

*not my gif*

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 4895

Warnings: noneeeee

Summary: Lock down has officially begun.

A/N: I’m a bit behind in writing this series bc of writers block so the other parts may come a later than expected :/, but here’s a lil filler chapter that I had fun writing hehe :) Please don’t hesitate to ask to be in the taglist or lmk if your enjoying this series/ have critiques!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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“Just know that I’ll wait for you, darling. Take all the time you need. I’m a little upset, but just take your time. Really, I’ll wait for you.” Tom dragged his feet as he walked out. You sat there stunned at what he said. ‘Zendaya wasn’t wrong when she said he’d wait.’ You thought.

You wiped the tears that threatened to fall and you stood up. When you walked out Tom was 5 feet ahead of you with the shades in his hands, you didn’t bother to catch up because you knew he was upset with you right now.

When you reached the living room Tom chucked the glasses at Harry’s stomach.

“What the hell?” Harry sat up looking at his brother annoyed. Tom huffed and sat between Harrison and Tuwaine looking straight at the screen, they gave him odd looks. You looked at him apologetically before sitting next to Harry.

“I’m surprised he didn’t want to sit next to you. What the hell is his problem?” He whispered to you.

“I don’t know if I should tell you here, Tom will literally know I’m telling you about it.” You looked over at Tom who was scrolling through his phone not looking at the screen anymore. “Oh nevermind I’ll tell you, but do not freak out.” Harry nodded.

“Tom and I kinda sorta confessed that we still have feelings for one another?…” You said coming out as more of a question. Harry stared at you with wide eyes. “But… oh my god you’re gonna hate me. I told him I wasn’t ready to jump back into a relationship right now. You know because we both got out of relationships not too long ago and-” you were going to start rambling, but Harry put his hands on your shoulders.

“No no I understand, y/n. I mean I’m surprised he even tried asking you out now. It took him so long to ask you before.” He snickered remembering when you and Tom first dated.

“Yeah it did take him a while to ask.” You smiled, “Anyway, Tom told me he was upset, but he did say he’d wait for me too.”

“Ya he has that look on his face like he’s arguing with himself right now.” You both looked at Tom and sure enough his brows were furrowed and he had a little pout. He looked really cute actually so you giggled a bit, but also felt bad because you were the cause of his overthinking.

“I think he’s determined to win you over.”

“I know, but I told him that I think we should both self evaluate and grow before jumping into anything.” Harry nodded understanding.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, but I think my brother is a little impatient.” He sighed and shook his head. “Just try not to break his heart, it was bad the first time you guys broke up. I’m not too worried about him hurting you, cause he’s so damn head over heels for you. I knew he has been since the moment he invited you to stay here.”

“Rude of you to think I’d hurt him, Harold. And you’re talking nonsense we barely talked then and just started talking more now.” You said and flicked his nose then he swatted your hand away. Your heart skipped a beat at what Harry said, but you didn’t want to think too much about it. You had to focus on yourself first.

- A few days later -

Tom walked closer with tears running down his face, “Allana stop!” You screamed before seeing the knife. You felt the skin on your neck burn and Allana dropped you to the floor. Her dark laugh rang through your ears. Tom ran up to you and cradled you in his lap. “You really thought you could beat me.” Allana laughed. “Y/n. Stay with me. You’ll be alright. Please don’t close your eyes.” “Tom, I-I can’t-”

You sat up panting hard and you touched your neck, which had scabbed up by now. This was the third time you had the same nightmare since the Allana incident. You looked at your phone and it was 2:34 AM and wiped the little beads of sweat that formed on your forehead. You were sleepy, but too afraid to go back to sleep. Your mind immediately went to Tom so you put a sweatshirt on before walking to his room. Tom hasn’t talked to you as much in the past few days because he was afraid he’d ruin things with you again, he felt it was best to leave you some space. But you on the other hand thought he was mad at you. You began to have second thoughts when you reached Tom’s closed door. You shook your head thinking it was a bad idea and you decided to just grab a glass of water then go back to bed.

You walked down the stairs with your head low. “Oh hey, y/n.” You jumped and put a hand over your heart not expecting anyone else to be up.

“H-hi, Tom.” He gave you a crooked smile. Tom had just been watching some funny videos at the counter with an empty glass next to him.

“Sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to frighten you. Can’t sleep?” He asked as you grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.

“Yeah I uh had a nightmare.” You sighed and sat next to him at the counter, “What about you?”

“Too many thoughts before bed.” He chuckled, “What was the nightmare?” He asked, turning to look at you not letting you ask about his thoughts.

“W-well this is the third night I’ve had this dream. It’s been ruining my sleep.” You sighed and he gave you a concerned look, “In the dream uh Allana she actually succeeds in k-killing me. I know she only left a small cut on my neck, but I keep thinking ‘what if she went just a little deeper?’” Your eyebrows furrowed as your mouth began to dry up. Tom placed a hand over yours and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

“You’re ok now, darling. She’s been put away.”

“B-but what if she’s released because of her uncle?” You looked at Tom afraid and his heart hurt to see you so scared. He placed his other hand on your cheek and your face relaxed.

“I swear to you I won’t let harm near you again. If she does get out I’ll make sure she never comes near you. I will protect you with my whole life. I-I was so scared she was going to hurt you more, Y/n.” Your heart melted at what he said. He sighed and looked down at his feet removing his hand from your cheek, “I-I’m so sorry that I haven’t been talking to you much again. I just realized now that I was so afraid I would lose you again and in the worst way possible. I-I can’t let you leave and I almost let go of you again by not talking to you these past few days.” He shook his head at his actions. You put a hand on his thigh and rubbed it.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, I understand why you were upset. I would’ve felt the same if you told me what I told you.” You sighed and he nodded.

“I’ll make things right. I promise.” He said sternly.

“We…” You corrected him, “We will make things right. I-if we’re gonna try to be something again, not right this second obviously, but if we do try I need to help make things right as well because we’re in this together. This won’t be all on you.” You said and smiled at him. Tom felt like he just won the lottery with this information. You gave him all the hope he needed to completely fall for you again. He wanted you to be his again, ‘This would be the start.’ He thought and gave you a wide smile.

“Ah see, we’re already making progress in growth together. Does this mean you’ll date me in 2 days?” He joked and you nudged his leg with your foot.

“It really is a start though.” You said and yawned before resting your head on the counter.

“You wanna go to sleep now, darling?” Tom asked, rubbing your knuckles again.

“I’ll head back to my room in a bit, I’m still trying to calm down from the nightmare.”

“Y-you can sleep with me if you want, you know so you’re not afraid. It’s not like you haven’t slept in my room yet anyways. No strings attached I swear. I’ll sleep opposite sides of you also.” You sat up and gave him a raised brow and he chuckled, “I promise, love. Just a friendly gesture, don’t want it to get in the way of our growth.” He said and you contemplated a bit before nodding. Tom smiled and stood up with his back turned to you. “Hop on, love.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. He gently lifted you up while wrapping his strong arms under your thighs and you leaned your head on the back of his shoulder smelling his cologne.

“Oh wait Tom I have to put the glass in the sink.” You said. Tom galloped back to the counter and you giggled as you placed the glass in the sink, “You’re so stupid yet charming at the same time, Tom.”

“Only for you, darling.” He said softly. How was it that Tom could make your heart go crazy so easily?

When you got to his room he opened the door with one hand and gently sat you on the right side of his bed. You pulled your sweatshirt off leaving you in a tank top and Tom pulled his shirt off, he could feel you staring at his back muscles, “You’re making me blush, y/n. Stop staring.”

“You’re so hard headed I hate you.” You laughed and you flopped on his comfy pillows. Tom slipped under the covers of the left side of the bed leaving a good amount of space between you two. He shut the lamp light off and said,

“Good night, y/n. Wake me up if you need anything or have another nightmare.”

“Thanks again for everything, Tom. Good night.” You said and he hummed in response. You turned to your side and closed your eyes trying to sleep, but the fact that Tom was right next to you kept you up. You opened your eyes again and turned on your back,

“H-hey Tom?” He hummed again, “Y-you can come closer if you want…” You hinted at him. Tom sat up and looked at you with a cheeky grin. He scooted closer to you and you turned to face him. When he laid back down his left arm wrapped around your waist. Then you rested your head and the back of your hands on his right arm. You were both so close that you could feel his breath on the tip of your nose and you gulped.

“This close enough, darling?” He whispered making your heart race.

“Yes, thank you.” You said softly.

“Alright, I’ve got you. I’m not leaving.” With that your whole body relaxed against his and you felt pure bliss as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of someone knocking. You looked around and remembered what happened last night.

“Morning, love, come down now. The boys and I made breakfast.” Tom was in the doorway still shirtless. You blushed looking at his toned abs. “Take a picture, it'll last longer, darling.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed. You got up and he waited for you as you pulled your sweatshirt back on.

“What the hell? Why’d you let me sleep in?” You looked at your phone and it was 10:27 AM. You both headed downstairs.

“Well everyone woke up a bit late today, and you looked so comfy I didn’t want to wake you. Plus you had a rough night last night, you needed your rest.” He smiled at you, and you blushed at his kindness.

“You seem happier… I mean we had a good talk last night, but I’m surprised you’re this happy.” You said suspiciously and he snickered.

“Well, last night was refreshing, gave me some hope. Plus I can’t stay mad at the girl I’m trying to go after.” He winked at you and you laughed because he was going back to his usual flirty self.

“Tom…”

“Yeah I know, darling. Growth first. Just a little reminder I’m still willing to wait.” He kissed your forehead before reaching the bottom of the stairs and he walked off in front of you leaving you in awe. He knew exactly what he was doing, but you couldn’t give in yet.

“Ah morning, Y/n!” Tuwaine cheered.

“Morning boys! Thanks for cooking again. I promise I’ll cook soon.”

“Tom was the one that cooked the most actually, but don’t worry about it, we love attempting to cook. Also I’d like to take your offer of being my sous chef sometime.” Haz pointed at you and reminded you of when you said you’d help him make chicken like Nando’s.

“Plus, it seems like you’ll have plenty of time to cook now. We’re officially on lockdown.” Harry said.

“What?” You asked while taking a seat at the table.

“Yeah we can only leave for groceries and walking around the block.” Tom said while sitting next to you and handing you a plate. You thanked him,

“Well that’s just great. I guess I won’t be filming for even longer now.” You sighed and Tom looked at you apologetically.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that. Uncharted may be pushed back a whole year. We can grieve together.” He joked and you smiled at him.

“Wait, Harry we never got to see your short film!” You said realizing.

“Oh shit yeah. That reminds me I’m actually posting it tonight, you guys wanna watch it now?” You all nodded and Tom picked your plate up for you so you only had to carry your water.

“Tom,” You giggled, “I can carry it myself.” He shook his head.

“Nope. I shall treat you like a princess.” He said in a posh voice and your heart skipped a beat as you smiled at him.

“Oi stop fucking around. You guys disgust me. Just come and watch now!” Harrison yelled from the living room. You blushed and all the boys laughed.

You and Tom sat next to each other as Harry stood next to the TV.

“Thank you all for your support. I worked really hard on this and I hope you enjoy ‘Roses for Lily’ as much as I do.” He pressed play and plopped down next to you.

“Oh my god, Harry. That was beautiful.” You said as you wiped a stray tear.

“Wow. I’m so proud of you little bro. Truly amazing work that you did. Your future in the industry is bright.” Tom said smiling and gave Harry a hug.

“Haz, Tuwaine. What’d you guys think?” You asked and you all turned to see that they too cried.

“Got us right in the feels. Fuck you Harry.” Tuwaine said and you giggled.

“You guys are so cute.” You said.

“Oh shut up, y/n.” Haz said. You all laughed. Tom looked at you admiringly loving how good you were with his friends and his family. You were so easygoing and your energy just rubbed off on everyone around you and Tom loved that about you. You noticed that Tom was staring and you booped his nose.

“Stop looking at me weirdo.” He just smiled at you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Oh my god we’re all still here. You guys need to chill!” Harry joked. You pushed Tom off of you and blushed laying down to hide behind your best friends back. This lockdown really was gonna get interesting.

You sat outside reading over a new script that your manager, Stacy, sent you. The boys were playing video games inside and Tom was cooking up some burgers for lunch in the kitchen. You heard the sliding door open and Harrison walked out.

“Hey, y/n. You alright?” He sat next to you on the bench.

“Yeah I’m great actually, how’re the games?” You put your script down and he shrugged.

“Eh I was getting bored of it. I don’t know how I’ll survive in lockdown if I’m already bored.” You both laughed.

“I’m sure we’ll make it fun somehow. You guys are all creative.” You said and sipped your water.

“Yeah, I guess so… So did you finally give into Tom?” You choked on your water.

“I-if you’re implying that I’m his girlfriend or something then no,” You laughed a bit, “Are you trying to be his wingman right now or something?”

Harrison scoffed sarcastically, “Pfft no… Well at least he didn’t ask me to…” You laughed at this.

“I get it, Haz. I do. Best friend duties.” You stated and he nodded.

“Anyway he did tell me about everything though. Ya know the lil cheeky cuddle you two shared last night.” He winked at you.

“Wow that boy really can’t keep a secret.” You joked.

“Well actually this is the first time in a while he’s told me anything of the sort. Last time he really told me anything was when you guys first started fighting before the breakup.” You raised your brow at this fact, “Yeah for real. It seems like a lot of ‘old Thomas’ traits are showing up again. The good ones at least, but I can’t help to get nervous that he’s just setting himself up for hurt again.” You gave Haz a worried look.

“W-wait you think I’d hurt Tom too? Harry said the same thing… Plus Tom broke up with me, remember?”

“Ya I remember, but no definitely not, you wouldn’t hurt him. Any idiot can see you two have something going on.” He scoffed.

“Are we really that obvious?” You asked in disbelief and he looked at you like you were crazy.

“Aw you’re so adorable, y/n.” He pinched your cheek and you slapped his hand away laughing, “Anyway, it’s just that I think Tom is gonna totally forget about the whole growing part and just focus on making sure everything is perfect between you two.” You nodded understanding now.

“So you’re saying if he continues to be this way and we get into a relationship again he’ll drive us into a wall of heartbreak by trying to achieve perfection?”

“Yep, couldn’t have said it better.” He nodded.

“W-well, I think that this would have to be on me as well. I need to learn to accept that my life can’t be even 70% private.” You sighed, “But I think Tom and I will help each other learn… as friends at first of course.” Harrison nodded.

“I guess we just gotta keep him in check then. I like you for Tom, y/n. I think you bring out a lot of the good in him… and a little bit of his madness.” You blushed and smiled at what Haz said. You both looked inside to see Tom’s brows furrowed while reading a recipe off his phone. Then he looked up and waved at you happily, you waved back and Harrison nodded as Tom went back to making the burgers.

“You know the last time he cooked was when you told Harry you’d stay here. Never really cooked much before that.” You looked at him shocked.

“But he cooked so much when we were dating…”

“My point exactly, y/n. He cooks when he feels like things are going well. I’m going to finish a round of fortnite with the boys before the food is done.” He stood up and brushed off his bottom. “I’m telling you, y/n, you bring out something in him and I can’t tell if it’s good... or disgusting.” He joked before stepping inside. Your heart was so warm and your mind was overwhelmed with everything that has been going on these past few days with you and Tom. You decided to finish reading the script later and to help Tom cook lunch.

“Need help?” You asked walking through the sliding door and into the kitchen.

“Oh uh yeah if you want to.” Tom said while frantically moving around the kitchen, “Can you just cut up some onions, lettuce, and tomatoes? I need to flip the patties.” You nodded and set your script and glass down at the kitchen table before going back to the counter to cut everything and you decided to shuffle some happy vibe music. “Skin,” by Dijon began to ring out through the kitchen and you swayed your hips while cutting up the tomatoes.

Tom placed the last patty on the pan and he turned around to see you dancing. He couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful figure and how it moved perfectly with the song playing loudly. Tom pulled his phone out and recorded an instagram video of you captioning it, “@yourusername is the only one to make cutting veggies look cute and enjoyable.” before posting it and walking over to you.

“Thanks for helping out, y/n.” Tom said leaning back on the counter.

“Oh it’s nothing, I honestly should be cooking and helping more actually. You looked like you were having trouble.” You snickered.

“What? No, I had it under control for sure.” He said in a cocky way, crossing his arms and keeping his eyes on you. You smelt burning meat.

“Well Mr. ‘I can do everything’, I think the patties are burning right now.” Tom snapped his head in the direction of the stove and he ran over turning down the heat. You began to laugh at him as he walked back to you in defeat.

“I guess you were right.” He said and you nodded giggling. You cut the last of the tomatoes and turned to Tom who was already looking at you.

“What, stalker?” You said covering your face and he laughed as he pulled your hands away from your face.

“Just admiring your beauty.” He smiled and rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles. You blushed and rolled your eyes.

“You’re so cheesy, stop.” You hit his chest lightly and he shrugged while smirking.

“Wanna watch movies in my room tonight? The boys are having a Call of Duty tournament.”

“Hmmm watch my friends yell at a TV for a few hours or watch movies with an idiot? I don’t really like either choice…” Tom put a hand over his heart pretending to be hurt, “But I think it would be funny if the boys were drunkenly yelling at the TV so I’ll go with that option.” You said enthusiastically and this time he actually looked upset.

“O-oh alright then.” He said and turned around to get buns, but you grabbed his hand laughing,

“Tom, you’re so gullible. Of course I’ll watch some movies with you.” You continued laughing as his expression changed.

“I hate you.” He said pouting and trying to hide his excitement. He turned back around to grab buns from the pantry.

“You definitely do not.” You pointed at him.

“Yeah I could never.�� He said softly hoping you wouldn’t hear, but you did and it made your face heat up.

“Tom, I really appreciate you cooking, but mine is a little burnt.” Harry said, critiquing his brother.

“Sorry, bro, I left it on a little longer than Sam suggested.” Tom said.

“No, more like you were distracted by someone in the kitchen.” Haz said nodding at you while taking a bite of his food. Harry and Tuwaine snickered as you blushed.

“Definitely not.” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh that’s bull!” Tuwaine said laughing and handing you and Tom his phone, “Watch Haz’s story.” You clicked it and first it was a repost from Tom’s story of you dancing and cutting the vegetables.

“Tom what the hell?” You laughed and blushed a bit at what he said in the caption. Next was the same video, but from Harrison’s perspective. Tom was behind you and filming you. He was grinning from ear to ear and he looked at you like you were the most fascinating thing ever. and It was captioned, ‘Caught this creep in action… I swear if @tomholland2013 burns the food I’m blaming @yourusername.”

“Oh my god, Harrison.” You laughed and handed his phone back, “You really do look like a creep here, Tom.” You joked.

“I hate it here. But I hate you most, Haz.” Tom grumbled with a red face and ears. You and the boys snickered.

Your head was laying on Harry’s lap while you guys watched The Blacklist on his phone. You all decided to just have fried chicken take out tonight, and do your own thing.

“I kinda wanna drink tonight. It’s been a long week.” You said out of nowhere while popping a fry in your mouth and then feeding Harry one.

“That would be fun as hell. Haz, Tuwaine, and I are gonna do a COD tournament you can drink with us if you want.” He never took his eyes off the small screen.

“Weren’t you guys playing a crap ton of games already today?” You asked him with a raised brow.

“That was just a warm up, love. We don’t want to look like fools tonight.” You snickered at his boyishness.

“Well I can’t anyways, I’m busy tonight. Tom and I are going to have a lil movie marathon. Maybe I can convince him to get wine drunk with me.” You giggled.

“As friends I assume?” He asked and you nodded, he pouted a bit looking down at you.

“Oh don’t worry. Like I said, you're my best friend. Getting drunk and having movie marathons will forever be our best friend thing. You’re just busy tonight.”

“Fine, but I swear if he takes my place, I’m gonna fart in your face.” He said seriously and you laughed.

“What the fu-” You were cut off.

“Alright let’s start this tourney, boys!” Haz yelled getting hype and jumping over the couch and landing on you causing you to groan. Harrison laid on your stomach and you guys were face to face.

“Ow, Haz, get your fat butt off me!”

“Oh hell ya dog pile!” Harry said getting up and jumping on top of Haz. You grunted again and started breathily laughing.

“Oo I’ll join in!” Tuwaine said and jumped over the couch onto the pile also, this time Haz groaned with you as Harry and Tuwaine laughed. Tom walked into the living room.

“Have you boys seen-” Tom saw you under all the boys feeling a little tinge of jealousy seeing Haz on top of you like that, “Oh what the fuck?”

“Tom don’t just stand there I can’t breathe.” You struggled to say that and pretended to die sticking your tongue out.

“Alright guys get the hell off.” He said in a serious tone.

“Oh you're such a buzzkill, Tom” Haz joked as the boys got off you letting you finally breathe better.

“Yeah whatever. I’ll just be in my room then, let you two carry on whatever the hell was happening.” Tom said referring to you and Haz. You gave him a look like, ‘are you serious right now?’ Tom just rolled his eyes and walked back upstairs.

“See, y/n? Going back to his old ways I’m telling you! Doesn’t even trust his best mate, what the hell. I wasn’t the only one on you either. My god.” Haz said, rolling his eyes obviously irked by the situation.

“Ugh, leave it to me to fix it then. So much for growth.” Harry chuckled and rubbed your shoulders.

“He’s just overreacting because he likes you, y/n. Doesn’t like to see you with any guy that’s not him… Or me obviously.” He said reassuring you and you blew the hair out of your face and sighed. Your heart skipped a beat when he mentioned Tom liking you.

“Alright then…” You said trusting his words. “Where's the chardonnay?”

“We only have red wine, it’s in the fridge with the beers. Tom won’t want wine by the way.” Tuwaine said.

“Oh come on, we’re getting white wine from the store next time, boys. And too bad for Tom, we’re getting wine drunk.” You said as the boys chuckled. You walked into the kitchen grabbing an opened bottle of wine, glasses, chocolate, spoons, and icecream. When you walked back through the living room all the boys gave you a strange look with everything you were holding.

“What? Rough week ok? Plus these things always make anyone feel better.” You said sassily.

“Touche…” Tuwaine said and the boys nodded along.

“Alright good luck with the games. I’ll be in Tom’s room if you need anything, see you all later!”

“Thanks, love. Make sure he knows I’m not trying to go after his girl.” Haz said.

“Oh my god. Not his girl!” You said back walking up the stairs.

“... Yet!” Haz said, finishing your sentence. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. I mean Haz wasn’t completely wrong...

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