#hooo boy she would have had it coming to her

[finelinefae]

the aviator [pilot!harry x teacher!yn]

synopsis: It’s the 1950s. Harry is the best pilot on the Air Force base and y/n is a teacher at a nursery.

word count: 8.5k

contains: fluff, flirting, opposites attract, bad boy/good girl dynamic, Harry has a southern accent, alcohol, smoking, allusions to childhood trauma

This is part 1 of a new series that will probably have 3-ish parts !!

. . .

Offutt Air Force Base, situated in Omaha, Nebraska, housed thousands of civilians working in or connected to the military.  People living in the nearby town would often hear the loud plane engines as they take off and land on the runway. They’d look out the windows of their home and see spitfires piloted by men undergoing training, executing missions, or just having a good time, even when they technically weren’t given permission. 

“Wah Hooo!” The spitfire trembled as it finally landed on solid ground. Harry braced himself for the landing, pushing himself back against his seat to stop himself from jolting around. He did his best to hide his smile and remain nonchalant as he heard the familiar voices yelp in excitement as he landed the aircraft. 

He removed his helmet and pushed the canopy of the cockpit open, leaping down and getting familiar with feeling the solid ground beneath his feet after being in the air. Two figures ran up to him, flailing their arms and screeching in excitement, “Tha’s what I’m talking about!” Harry opened his arms, unable to stop himself from laughing the two men almost knocked him over as they joined in a group hug. 

“You flew her like a champ, H. Never seen anything like that in my life.” Harry looked into two sets of eyes an identical colour to his own. 

Standing in front of him were his two brothers, Sonny and George. All three of them were pilots in the military and had been since they left school to sign up after the War. There wasn’t too much age difference between them which was probably one of the reasons the brothers were so close.  Harry was the oldest, just over a year senior to George, who happened to be taller despite being the middle child, and Sonny was the youngest.

“Yeah well, she still needs some work. One of her engine cylinders is faulty.” The three of them walked side by side towards the maintenance shed. Despite their differences in height, anyone would assume the three brothers were triplets from how similar they looked. Most people on base knew them for their signature sea-glass green eyes and their brown hair. 

“Oh I’ll go and tell Ruddy, he might still be here.” Sonny ran ahead 

“Oh and Sonny,” Harry called for his younger brother, “Good job.” Harry winked at his younger brother, referring to his work on the plane he had just flown. In response, Sonny straightened his shoulders and smiled feeling proud after receiving a compliment from his older brother. 

Harry and George both lit a cigarette each, pausing outside the door to the warehouse to smoke together. “I opened up a letter this morning from Ma.” George exhaled, smoke escaping past his lips. 

Harry tried not to show his annoyance, “Wha’d she say?” He grumbled.

“She misses us… All of us and she wants us to stop by, come visit for dinner one day maybe.” George explained.

“Is she still with that old bastard?” Harry looked up at his younger brother.

George nodded, “Last time I heard.”

“Then we’re not going, none of us are.” Harry thought back to the last time he had allowed himself and his siblings to visit his mother. It was going well in the beginning, she’d cooked them up a roast pork and engaged in conversation, until their Father came home. It wasn’t long into their visit before they left the house and Sonny had gone home with a black eye whilst Harry had to get his hand stitched up at a hospital on the journey back.

Harry had grown up in Dallas, Texas, in a tacky old house that barely stood upright just on the outside of town. Whilst his Father was out working on a ranch somewhere and getting pissed up every night, Harry would spend most of his days keeping the house together whilst tending to his younger siblings. His mother was often somewhere in the house - nobody knew exactly what she was doing, since she wasn’t exactly all there half the time - but she was there.

Every visit they made back home was a reminder as to why they had entered the military in the first place. Whenever their mother would send them a letter, it was either because she wanted something or wanted them to come home so she could ask for that same something in person. The last time Harry had bought his siblings home was the first time in years. He thought his mother would be different yet he had no idea why - she was still letting that old man walk around as if he was the one who kept the house from falling. 

“Sonny and I agreed you’re picking up Elise from nursery by the way,” George smirked, chucking his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his foot. 

“You and Sonny agreed that?” Harry frowned, receiving a nod from his brother, “I’ve been flying all day and y’ still want me to go pick up the baby?”

George clapped his older brother on the shoulder, “We’ve both got to help out in the warehouse this evening and besides, you’re Offutt's best pilot, I think you can handle picking up a two-year-old on the way home.” 

Harry didn’t have time to argue with his brother as he stepped into the warehouse. He let out a deep sigh and took one puff of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. He put his flight cap on his head to cover his messy hair and straightened his aviator jacket, walking towards the nursery. 

. . .

“How have you found your first day Y/N?” Midge, one of the other nursery workers asked as they stood at the sink together to wash up some of the paint pots a few of the kids had been playing with in the afternoon. 

“It’s been wonderful, Midge.” Y/N grinned. Although she was tired, she also felt ecstatic to finally be working again after months of searching for a new job.  She had always been good with children thanks to her older sister having a kid of her own for her to babysit now and then. So when the opportunity arose to work a well-paying job at a nursery on the military base, she couldn’t pass it up. They’d even offer her free accommodation and discounted food for groceries which was perfect considering she didn’t have much of any of those things when she was living alone.

“I expect most of the kids will be getting picked up soon,” Midge glanced at the clock, “Everyone will be returning from work.”

Y/N hadn’t expected pick up time at the nursery to be so busy but fathers and mothers bustled in to pick up their children to take them home all at once. Once the majority of the kids had been picked up, Y/N glanced around to see the mess that had been left from the day that she’d have to clean up by herself. Her shoulders dropped as she landed on a small figure, realising she wasn’t completely alone yet. 

“Elise, what are you doing?” Y/N smiled at the tiny girl playing in the corner, she was picking up picture books and flicking through them as if she were actually reading them. Y/N crouched down in front of the small toddler, “Are you enjoying those?” 

Elise just grinned, picking something up with her small fingers and trying to put it in her mouth. Her brown, curly ringlets were no longer in uneven bunches like they had been this morning and her overalls were covered in food and paint stains. Y/N picked up the two-year-old to place in her lap, “Shall we read something before your dad comes to get you?” Elise babbled a reply. 

Halfway through their fifth book, Elise was near enough asleep on Y/N’s lap. It had already been an hour since all of the other children went home and it wouldn’t be long before the sun would set. Y/N carefully picked Elise up so her head was on her shoulder and it was comfy enough to sleep as she stepped towards the telephone to see if Elise’s father was coming to pick her up. 

As her hand went to pick up the telephone, a voice stopped her, “Hello?” It was deep and southern and husky like he had just smoked a cigarette or two, “I’m here to pick up Elise.” 

Y/N turned around, and her breath caught in her throat as she spotted a tall figure leaning casually against the door frame. He wore a brown leather aviator jacket and grey trousers, with his flight cap tucked under his arm. His piercing green eyes, similar to Elise's, met hers, framed by brown curly hair. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips. 

Y/N had never seen anyone like him in her entire life. 

“Y-yes,” She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to look away from his intense gaze. She stood and walked over to where he stood by the door with Elise in his arms, “You must be Elise’s father.” 

“M her brother,” He corrected. 

“Excuse me?” Y/N wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, too busy gawking at him to actually pay attention. 

“M Elise’s brother, one out of three of her brothers to be exact.” He repeated, his eyes glancing at the sleeping girl Y/N was holding. 

“O-oh,” She blushed, “My bad, you look so similar I thought you were her father.”

“Easy mistake,” Harry smirked, “Would you like me to take her from you?” 

“Yes, of course,” Y/N gently removed Elise from her and passed her to Harry.

“There we go,” He cooed as Elise whimpered at the sudden movement, “There’s m’ little Elise.” 

Y/N thought her ovaries might explode as she watched the pilot interact with the small girl in his arms, making sure she was comfortable enough so she could remain asleep. “Are you new here ma’am?” Harry spoke his focus now back on Y/N.

“Yes actually, today’s my first day here,” She explained. 

“No wonder, I ain’t ever seen y’ around the place. How’re you liking it so far?” 

“I’ve only been here a couple of days but it’s been nice. Working here at the nursery has been lovely too,” 

“Yeah?” Harry’s lips curled, “I hope this one hasn’t been giving y’ much trouble. She can be a little devil with my younger brothers.” 

Y/N immediately shook her head, “No, she’s been lovely honestly. Think I spent most of the day with Elise out of all the other children.” 

Y/N noticed how Harry focused on her face as she spoke to him, every now and then his eyes would dart to her lips and then back up to meet her eyes, “Y got any friends here?” 

She paused, “Any friends?” 

“Yeah, you know,” He half smiled, it felt almost flirty but maybe Y/N was just imagining it, “People y’ like to hang out with.”

“Uh yeah, I share a house with a few of the girls who work in various places around the base. I get along with most of them and the ladies who work here at the nursery too.” Y/N explained, cringing at how awkward she was and how she’d probably be replaying this conversation back later only to die of embarrassment of all the things she said. 

“Y’ know there’s a dance down at the community centre this Friday, y’ should come, oh and invite some of those friends of yours too.” 

“Oh I don’t know, I think I’m working this Friday and-” 

“A lot of my buddies who I fly with go there sometimes - a good time they said. It might be a good chance to meet some of the people here,” He shrugged, “Could offer y’ a dance or two if you’d like.” 

Y/N wondered if all this was really happening right now or if she was just so tired that she was hallucinating, “O-okay,”

Harry grinned, a dimple carving into his cheek, “Well alright then,”

“Alright then,” Y/N tried to keep her smile at bay as she took it as his queue to leave. She kept the door open so he could easily step out as he walked backwards with Elise in his arms and his eyes still on Y/N even as he said nothing. 

“So I’ll see y’ at the dance?” 

“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged, even though she had already decided she was most definitely going to the dance. 

“Alright, maybe I’ll see y’ at the dance then,” Harry responded with a light, amused chuckle. 

Y/N watched as he turned his back and began to walk down the dirt road until he stopped briefly and spun around, “I didn’t catch y’name by the way,” He called out to her.

Y/N cupped her mouth, “It’s Y/N,”

“Y/N,” He said the name like he was testing how it sounded, “M Harry. Hey, I better see y’ at that dance Y/N, I don’t handle rejection all that well.” Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“I can believe that,” She yelled back.

“I’d say goodbye but I wanna see y’ at that dance so I’ll say goodnight instead.” Harry said with a casual salute before turning and continuing down the road.

Y/N shut the door and leaned against it, clutching her hands over her chest in complete disbelief. Her sister had warned her the pilots on the base would be young men near enough her own age and that she ought to be careful hanging around them. However, her sister hadn’t warned her that a man like Harry would stumble over to her workplace to pick up his sister and invite her to a dance on Friday night.

Y/N quickly cleaned up the nursery, shoving things into boxes and wiping down the tables, before grabbing her coat and running down the road to her house.

On every street on the housing estate, there was a row of houses that all looked the same but were owned by different types of people. Some had big families all living under one roof, others were men who lived alone. Y/N’s house was the first house on the street. It was a traditionally designed home with a pitched roof, a small front porch and symmetrical windows. She shared it with three other girls who all worked different jobs across the Air Force base. 

The sun had already set by the time she entered the house. All the lights were turned on and the gentle music of Buddy Holly sounded from the living room. Y/N kicked off her heels and hung up her coat, walking to the living room where Patsy and Molly were lounging on the couch. Molly had Patsy’s foot in her lap as she painted her toenails a wine red. 

Y/N collapsed on the couch next to Molly, “What’s wrong? Work not go so well?” Molly inquired.

“No,” Y/N huffed, resting her head on Molly’s shoulder, “It was wonderful.”

“Well, what’s got you so blue Peggy Sue,” Patsy questioned, her tone playful. She was reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. 

“A man came into work after everybody left to pick up one of the girls, Elise.” Y/N clarified. 

“You mean Elise Styles?” Molly asked. 

Y/N sat up, “Yes, you know her?” 

“Just about every woman on this base knows her. She’s the Styles’ little sister.” Molly explained, “We’ve all had to babysit her at least once for those brothers.” 

“Yeah and neither of us will be doing it again,” Patsy piped up, as if reminding Molly. 

“Oh, you must know Harry then,” Molly paused, shoving Patsy’s foot off of her lap and turning to face Y/N.

“Is he the man you’re sighing over?” Patsy’s magazine fell to the floor as she too stopped to listen. 

Y/N furrowed her brows, confused by their reaction, “Y-yes, what about him?”

“What about him?” Molly stood, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table and lighting it up, “Y/N you oughta be careful around all three of those brothers but especially Harry.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N glanced at Patsy who nodded in agreement with Molly. 

“That boy is not good news. He’s Offutt’s best pilot and he thinks that gives him the right to go around sniffing out every woman that steps foot onto this base.” Y/N frowns, watching as Molly begins to pace back and forth, “He didn’t ask you to go out with him did he?”

“Well he asked me to the dance on Friday. The one at the community centre.” 

“Oh, I bet he did!’ Molly exclaimed, “Listen Y/N, I’m telling you this because I don’t want any trouble for you. That boy is no good, he’s slept with half the ladies residing here and even the wives too I bet! He asked Patsy to go out to dinner with him one night and stood her up to go see another woman.”

Y/N glanced at Patsy, “He was flirting with two different women inbetween the moment he asked and our date a week later.” She added. 

“That’s right. Y/N darlin’, we shoulda warned y’ before y’ stepped foot out of this house this morning. Those Styles brothers will mess you around and leave y’ lonely for sport. You’re too nice to deserve all of that.” 

Y/N's shoulders slumped, “But he seemed so… nice.” Y/N pictured Harry with Elise and how gentle he was with her. 

“He’s not a bad person Y/N but when it comes to women, there’s no guessing what that man turns into.”

“Everyone’s heard plenty of things about why they came here too. If you ask me, his home wasn’t exactly a perfect example to him.” Patsy said.

“Well, whatever reason, best stay away from him.” Molly finished. 

Y/N heaved a sigh, “So I shouldn’t go to the dance on Friday?”

“Oh no, we’ll go to the dance. Harry’s not the only fine, young pilot on base I’ll tell you that.” Molly smirked and Patsy cheered with excitement at the thought of going out Friday night. 

Y/N attempted to smile, but she couldn't shake off the sadness upon realising that the man she had met earlier in the evening wasn't as kind as she had initially believed. Molly fell back onto the couch next to her and put an arm around her shoulders, “Cheer up sweet cheeks. I’m sure plenty of men will want to take you out after this dance.” 

Y/N managed a weak smile, grateful for Molly's comforting presence. "Thanks, Molly," she murmured, leaning into her friend's embrace.

"Yeah, plenty of fish in the sea, darlin'. You'll find one that's worth your time." Patsy chimed in.

Feeling a bit more reassured by her friends' words, Y/N nodded. "You're right. I can’t let one bad apple ruin my night."

Molly squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "That's the spirit! Now let's focus on having a great time at the dance. We can tell you about some of the other fellas who live here too."

With her friends' support, Y/N felt an inkling of hope return. She might have been disappointed by one man, but she wasn't about to let it dampen her spirits for the rest of the evening. She was glad she told her friends about her interaction with Harry and now she was left with one rule stitched into the back of her mind.

Keep away from Harry Styles. 

. . .

The night sky was clear enough to see the stars glittering against the pitch-black backdrop. A soft, gentle breeze flowed through the air as Harry lay back on the swinging chair on the front porch of the house he shared with his three brothers. 

This was his favourite time of day when it was completely silent and the air was cool and crisp. He didn’t like the nights so much when he was living with his parents. After midnight, or sometimes just before, his father would come in through the backdoor stinking the place up with alcohol and waking everyone up with his nightly rampages. 

Nowadays, the nighttime was the most relaxing part of the day and Harry savoured every second of it. He often finds himself sat out on the porch after putting Elise to bed. He’d smoke a cigarette or two, and maybe play his guitar a little bit. 

Tonight felt a little different though. Whilst his brothers were upstairs trying to put a fussy Elise to bed after she’d napped when he brought her home from nursery, he came outside and could think of nothing but the woman he found holding his little sister in her arms. 

Harry knew everyone on base the same way they knew him. He recognised faces easily and had at least one brief encounter with everyone he met in passing. However, the face he had met for the first time this evening was unfamiliar and new. 

Her features were delicate and angelic, with large doe eyes that held a hint of shyness to them. A soft, rosy blush adorned her cheeks and her lips were full and plush that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of them. Her movements were gentle and her voice was airy and sweet, Harry thought of her stuttering and the way she’d blush whenever she spoke. He hadn’t seen anything like her in his life - he wasn’t a religious or spiritual person but, at that moment, he was pretty sure an angel had landed right in front of his very eyes. 

Even her name sounded as though it came from some kind of mythical text - one full of beauty and purity, love and light. 

Harry wasn’t the purist of men, far from it. He had slept in the beds of women he couldn’t remember the name of and indulged in his fair share of reckless behaviour. But in the presence of Y/N, he felt an unfamiliar stirring within him, a sense of longing tugging at his heartstrings. He didn’t know what it was and he wasn’t so sure he was ready to find out yet. 

He lit a cigarette with a matchstick and exhaled into the air, tendrils of smoke dancing above him. The sound of footsteps thudding inside of the house as someone walked downstairs, broke the silence he had been basking in. 

The door swung open and George stepped out, “Finally managed to get Elise to settle down though it took a whole round of nursery rhymes. Sonny’s still up there now, he’s afraid she’ll wake up again if he stops singing.” George took a cigarette from the pack Harry had in his pocket, “I thought you told those ladies at the nursery not to let her nap before she comes home.” 

“I did,” Harry spoke, his voice husky. 

“What? They didn’t listen to y’?” George chuckled. 

“There’s a new worker. I’ll let her know next time I see her.” Harry hadn’t wanted to tell Y/N that Elise wasn’t allowed to sleep so late in the afternoon because it was harder to get her to go to bed at night. He didn’t seem to have the heart to as he watched her hold the small girl in her arms. 

George scoffed, “A new worker? Is she a knockout at least?” 

Harry didn’t reply, instead asking,  “What do y’ think about the three of us going to the dance at the Community Centre on Friday?” 

George laughed until he realised his brother wasn’t laughing with him, “You���re serious?” 

The door swung open again and out stepped Sonny, “I swear if that baby wakes up, you two can sit in there and dance circles around her singing Miss Muffet for all I care. I ain’t doing that again.” He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, “Can y’ pass me a cigarette, George?” 

George handed the cigarette to Sonny, “Hey Sonny, Harry wants to know if we’ll go to the dance at the Community Centre this Friday.”

Sonny chuckled but that quickly went away, “Oh shit really?”

“Yeah tha’s what I thought,” George said.

“You got your eye on someone Harry?” Sonny spoke, “Is it that girl from the med centre? She sure is something.”

Harry sat up and turned to face his two brothers, “No, it’s not that,” He lied, “Jus’ thought we could go do something other than sit around and drink at the bar.” 

“But the dance?” Sonny quirked a brow, “You hate dances.”

“I never said that,” Harry said, even though he always made it known how much he hated the dances they held every Friday night. 

“No, I definitely think I remember y’ saying dances were for people who wanted to get laid but couldn’t,” George spoke, backing up his younger brother who nodded in agreement. 

“Alright,” Harry held his hands up, “Alright maybe I did say that. C’mon, what are you, Gunther and Francis? Sit down the pair of you.” They followed their older brother's orders, sitting on the seats opposite him. “Maybe there is a girl.” He sighed.

“Oh yeah?” Sonny smirked.

“Yeah, little shit,” Harry chuckled, “So if you could both do me a favour and get yourselves cleaned up Friday night because we’re going to a shitty dance and I won’t be having either of y’ covered in grease and soot.”

“Okay, alright, H.” George took a puff of his cigarette, “But you’re paying for drinks after.”  Harry shook his head, unable to suppress a chuckle.

. . .

Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror when Friday night rolled around. She had left the nursery in a hurry, needing as much time as possible to get ready for the dance at the Community Centre. She had been wracked with nerves all week, knowing there was a high chance she would see Harry there and she’d have to do her best to ignore him like Molly had told her to. 

She had picked out her outfit the night before. It was one of her best dresses- a lovely duck egg blue, satin fabric with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that showed off her decolletage. From the waist, the skirt flowed down in a full, flared A-line silhouette, gently swaying with every step. She wore white low heels on her feet and decided to carry a small purse with her too. 

Most of her time in the evening was spent on her hair and makeup. Y/N had almost used an entire can of hairspray to ensure her hair would stay intact the whole night. Molly had even given her a French manicure the night before and she spent the whole day at the nursery trying her best not to ruin her perfectly shaped nails. 

It had been a long time since she had put this much effort into going somewhere and it was all for a measly dance. There would be many other pretty girls who had spent more or less time on dressing up who probably had a better chance of catching the eye of a man than Y/N did. Yet she wasn’t hoping for the attention of just any man. 

Even though Molly and Patsy had warned her of Harry’s nature, she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled and the sound of his voice as he spoke in that deep, southern drawl. Every time she thought of going to the dance, he would appear in her mind. Maybe she didn’t necessarily want anything from him but she wanted to at least catch his eye enough to make a lasting impression on him. 

Y/N applied a little more powder to her nose and did one final check in the mirror. She straightened her shoulders, “This will have to do,” She muttered, grabbing her purse. 

Patsy and Molly were already downstairs drinking margaritas and listening to Frank Sinatra on the record player. “Oh and another one comes to join us,” Molly grinned, wearing a navy, spotty dress with a red belt wrapped around her small waist. 

“What took you so long?” Patsy grinned, pouring a drink in a martini glass and handing it to Y/N.

“O-oh no thank you, I don’t drink.” Y/N shook her head and forced a smile out of politeness.

“What? You don’t?” Patsy replied like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“Oh c’mon! Just one little sip - liquid courage and all that.” Molly took the glass from Patsy to give to Y/N who forced herself to take it from her. She held the glass to her lips, taking one small sip and feeling a tiny burn from the alcohol. 

“Good right?” Molly smirked, lighting a cigarette and holding the packet open to Y/N. 

“No thank you, I don’t smoke either.” Y/N laughs nervously. 

“Fair enough,” Molly shrugs, passing the pack over to Patsy who happily takes one for herself. 

Y/N places her drink on the table, knowing she won’t be touching it again. “We’ll be heading out in a moment, we’re just waiting on one more.” As if she could hear them talking about her, footsteps thumped down the stairs and into the living room.

Y/N’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on the tall, blonde standing in the doorway. She was wearing a black dress with a neckline that showed off her bust and a tight waistline that accentuated her curves. The strands of her golden, blonde hair were tied back into a high ponytail with her fringe perfectly curled. She wore red lipstick on her plump lips which made the blue in her eyes even brighter than they already were. 

“You’ve been in your room for hours, Nancy,” Patsy whined. 

“Yes well, I don’t just plan on getting wasted tonight Patsy.” Nancy retorted. 

Nancy was Y/N's other housemate, but Y/N didn't know her as well as she knew Patsy and Molly. Even though they lived together, Nancy seemed a bit distant compared to the latter two, who were friendly and nice. Nancy would smile politely, but she didn't say much else. Oftentimes, Y/N would get a strange feeling about Nancy like how she would make little comments that seemed to be jabs masked by forced politeness or how sometimes it felt like Nancy enjoyed pointing out Y/N's mistakes, like how she did her laundry or what groceries she bought. She wasn’t sure what she had done to upset Nancy but Y/N hoped it was just her over-thinking that made her believe she was this way and that tonight would allow them to get to know each other a little better. 

Nancy’s eyes fell on Y/N and looked her up and down, “Nice dress,” She said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“Thank you,” Y/N offered her a smile but received nothing in return. 

“Alright ladies,” Molly stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray, “Let’s go catch us a few good men.”

“A few?” Patsy giggled.

“You’re right, I think a few is a little too much for this place.” Molly huffed and led the way out of the house and towards the community centre. 

Y/N could hear the live music coming from the centre as they walked down the street. Patsy and Molly were stumbling ahead, arms linked together as they laughed side by side. Y/N tried not to laugh at her friends as she walked alongside Nancy. 

“You planning on hooking up with anybody tonight?” Nancy’s voice broke the silence between them. 

“No I don’t think so,” Y/N replies. 

Nancy scoffs, “These dances are mostly for that you know, better prepare yourself when a fella tries to talk to you.”

“You think they’ll want to?” Y/N asked, hopeful.

Nancy glanced at her, “I’m sure they’ll snatch you right up those pilot boys.”

Y/N blushes, “Is there anyone you’ve got your eyes on tonight Nancy?” She liked this, conversing with Nancy. She hoped this would be the start of breaking the ice between them and maybe they could become friends eventually, or at least build acquaintances. 

Nancy smirks, “Only one.” She said nothing after that. 

The girls walked into the community centre which was already full of people from all over the airbase. A live band was playing Elvis Presley songs, the music blaring into Y/N’s ears once they stepped inside. “Any of you girls want a drink-”

“Molly is that Everett?” Patsy pointed to a man in the corner, talking to a woman. 

Molly’s face scrunched up, “I guess he’s back from Italy.”

Nancy interrupted the conversation, her eyes darting across the room like she was searching for somebody, “You girls grab something to drink, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

“Who’s Everett?” Y/N asked Patsy as they walked towards the drinks table. 

“A guy Molly had a thing with last year,” Patsy explained.

“Yeah until he told me he was going to Italy for a year and wanted to break things off so he could get laid by an Italian woman.” Molly ranted, leading the girls to the drinks table. 

A bowl of punch resided in the centre of the table, Molly grabbed the ladle and poured them all a drink. Y/N took a sip and allowed her eyes to scan the room. Couples were dancing in the centre whilst others spoke in groups off to the side.  

Eventually, her eyes caught sight of a group of men walking through the door. Each one of them was dressed in a similar uniform, a navy blue tailored jacket and matching, fitted trousers. She watched as an entire group of them continued to flood in through the doors until the last man stepped through. 

He was wearing the same uniform as the others and his hair was gelled back with one curl falling in front of his forehead, unlike the messy curls she had seen when they first met. Y/N couldn’t help but stare as he weaved through the crowd and interacted with people as he walked past them. Everyone seemed to know him from the looks of it. He exuded confidence and bravado, people’s faces lighting up whenever he stopped to talk to them.

“Patsy?” One of the boys spoke. 

“Here we go,” Molly muttered, forcing a smile. 

A man with features that looked similar to the man Y/N had been eyeing, walked up to them with a taller man following him. “Hi Sonny,” Patsy greeted. 

“Y’ sure know how to make yourself look good when you want to,” He winked, eyeing her up and down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Patsy put both her hands on her waist. 

“You know what I mean,” Sonny argued, realising he might have said something to offend her even though he had no idea what that might be. 

“Hi,” The taller man behind him spoke. Y/N looked up and was met with familiar green eyes except they were a little bit lighter than the ones she had seen. 

“Hi,” Y/N blushed.

“I’m George. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He wondered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the crowd as he spoke. 

“Y-Yes, I arrived recently actually. I just started working at the nursery.” She clarified. 

“Oh, the nursery! You must know my little sister Elise.”  Y/N’s lips turned upwards thinking of the little girl she had been spending so much time with over the last few days. Since her first day, Elise had constantly been wanting her attention whether it was to nap or play with things or read books. “You must have met my older brother then.”

“Older brother?” Y/N didn’t have enough time to register as George glanced around the room and called out his brother’s name. 

“Harry, c’mere!” He called. 

Harry’s head turned towards them in the middle of his conversation. His eyes landed on his brother until they found hers. He offered a small smile and began to walk towards them with a drink already in his hand, “This is one of the new workers at Elise’s nursery.” George introduced even though he didn’t really need to. 

“Yes, we’ve already met,” Harry said and Y/N thought she might melt into a puddle on the floor at the sound of his voice. “Hi there,”

“Hello,” Y/N smiled, shyly.

“So you came?” He teased. 

“I did.” She laughed, lightly. 

“And these are y’ friends?” He looked to Patsy and Molly who were bickering with Sonny who seemed to have said something else to offend them, George now joining in on the argument as he let Harry and Y/N talk. 

“Yeah, they’re my friends,” Y/N said, feeling nervous under his gaze. But despite her nerves, she couldn't deny the thrill of being the focus of his attention.

“Good to know,” He murmured, “Y come here with anyone else?” 

"Um, no, just the girls from my house," Y/N stuttered, feeling a rush of nerves as Harry's gaze lingered on her. "I don't know that many people. Other than the girls I live with and the ones from the nursery, who are all lovely, by the way," she added, her words tumbling out in a nervous ramble.

Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement at her flustered state. "You know me too," he stated, his tone playful as he leaned in closer. 

Y/N gulped the air she breathed just as the lights in the centre dimmed. The fast-paced music began to slow down and couples gathered to the dance floor to slow dance together. “Y wanna dance with me Y/N?” Harry asked. 

“I-I’m not very good at it,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. It was impossible to resist the charm that radiated from him.

He held out the palm of his hand and Y/N’s lips parted as she glanced down at it, “S just swaying tha’s all. Think y’ can do that?” 

Y/N hesitantly nodded, her pulse quickening as Harry's long fingers gently wrapped around her wrist. A tingling sensation danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine and causing goosebumps to rise in response to his touch. He led her to the centre of the dancefloor and turned around so they were face to face. Harry took both of Y/N's hands in his own, his touch sending electric currents coursing through her veins. With a tender yet confident touch, he trailed his fingers down her arms, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As his hands settled at her waist, Y/N's breath turned shallow, her heart racing as the music floated through the air. 

She was stiff at first, unable to relax until he leant forward and whispered, “Relax birdy,” She felt his breath against her neck as he spoke. He squeezed her waist a little and she dropped her shoulders, trying her best to loosen up under the circumstances. 

“Birdy?” Y/N spoke, questioning the new nickname.

“I spotted y’ as soon as I stepped through the door. Your dress is blue ‘n it reminded me of the bluebirds I used to see back home whenever I’d go up in the mountains with my grandpa.” He explained. 

“I didn’t know you’d seen me.”

“I searched for y’ as soon as I walked in. I only came because of you, if I couldn’t find y’ I’d probably just turn back and go to a bar or something.” He chuckled and Y/N laughed with him.

“No Elise?” She questioned, unable to stop herself from asking about the little girl she had become fond of. 

“Elise is staying with the family next door. Little rascal tried to get ketchup on my uniform,” He rolled his eyes, “I got a free house if that’s what you’re implying though.”

Y/N’s face turned beat red, “N-No that’s not what I’m implying at all.”

“M just messin’” Harry grinned, cheekily.

Y/N relaxed, composing herself and trying to pull herself together, “I’ve heard things about you, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry smirked, “What things?”

“Just things.” Y/N felt his fingertips press her skin for a moment.

“And do you believe these things?” Harry murmured, leaning in a little closer.

Y/N looked him in the eye, trying to see if she could read him without having to ask him a thousand questions, “I don’t know yet.” 

Harry opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by the sudden change in music and the lights turning on above them. People cheered as they gathered back into big groups and began dancing again. Harry bit back a grin, shaking his head, “Y wanna come outside with me?” He asked, shouting over the loud music. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to pull her through the crowd of people. 

The air was cold once they stepped outside. Harry led her over to a small bench nearby where fewer people were gathered. He pulled out a cigarette and offered her the pack, “Oh no thank you, I don’t smoke.” She declined, politely. 

Harry smiled around his cigarette, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a beat or two as he casually slipped the pack into the pocket of his trousers. The air between them was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of music drifting from inside the centre. Sensing Y/N's slight shiver, Harry swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders without saying a word.

"But you'll get cold," Y/N protested, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Don't y’ worry about me. I don't get cold," Harry quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he shrugged off her concern. His white t-shirt revealed toned arms adorned with a few tattoos littering his tanned skin. 

As Harry tilted his head back to blow smoke into the night air, Y/N couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself with effortless confidence. Gathering her courage, she decided to strike up a conversation.

"Were those your brothers back there?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Yeah, Sonny and George," Harry confirmed with a hint of pride in his voice.

"They look so much like you," Y/N remarked, her curiosity piqued.

"Strong genes, I suppose," Harry shrugged, his tone becoming more serious as he opened up about his family background. 

"What about you? Do you have any siblings?" He inquired.

"Just an older sister and my little niece, Rosie Jean," Y/N replied, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she thought of her family.

"And your parents?" Harry pressed, his gaze intense as he studied her reaction.

"My parents are doctors, they work at a surgery in town," Y/N explained, feeling a pang of homesickness as she reminisced about her upbringing.

"And yours?" She prompted, turning the conversation back to Harry.

"M parents are nobodies," Harry's voice took on a sombre tone, clearly his family life was a sensitive topic. Sensing his discomfort, Y/N chose her next words carefully.

"What about Elise?" she asked, hoping to lighten the mood with talk of his sister.

"Elise is better off being raised by us three than being left alone in a house with batshit crazy," Harry scoffed, his protective instincts kicking in.

Feeling the weight of their conversation, Y/N searched for a way to lift Harry's spirits. "What made you want to be a pilot?" she asked, genuinely interested.

“Sonny came home wanting to sign up for cadet training after they visited his school. He came home running through the doors with a flyer in his hand and told everybody he was going into the army. I told him ‘No brother of mine is going anywhere that requires trench foot and guns.’ He didn’t talk to me for a week after that. It wasn’t until I found an advertisement where y’ could train to fly planes when I decided I was gonna make a better life for myself and my siblings. It just so happened Sonny and George wouldn’t let me go at it alone.” He inhaled his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. 

As Harry shared the story of how he and his brothers found their way to Offutt, Y/N couldn't help but admire his determination. She found herself drawn to him even more, captivated by his strength and the way he always included his brother’s in everything he spoke about. 

A comfortable silence settled between them. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as Harry smoothly slid his hand next to hers, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. 

"Have I told y’ how beautiful y’look tonight?" Harry's voice was soft, his gaze locking with hers in a way that made her heart race.

Y/N blushed at his compliment, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "You're lying," she protested, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her cheeks.

"I swear it," Harry insisted, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Swear on m’ life, birdy."

Y/N's heart fluttered at the nickname, a secret thrill running through her as she turned to face him. His eyes held a tenderness that melted her defences, and she found herself smiling back at him.

"Hi, birdy," Harry murmured, a dimple appearing on his cheek as he leaned in closer.

"Hi, Harry," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she savoured the moment.

Harry's shoulders dropped and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though he seemed to be fighting to contain it. “I can’t lie to y’ birdy, I can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at his words. “I was gonna lie and tell y’ I’d been thinking about it since I saw you tonight but… quite honestly, I think I've been dreaming of y’ since I met y’ the other day.” 

Y/N didn’t know what to say, she felt as though someone had put a zipper straight across her mouth and she couldn’t get it to open. All she could feel was every muscle in her body beating against her skin as though they were trying to force her to surge forward and kiss him herself. “Y-You can if you want,” She stuttered, cheeks pink.

Harry laughed, “What about if you want? Can’t go kissin’ y’ if y’ don’t want it birdy.” 

“I do want it,” Y/N nodded. 

“Yeah?” He spoke but it came out more like a whisper. 

“Yeah.” Y/N gulped, feeling nervous. 

Harry didn’t hesitate once the word had left her mouth. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, soft and exploratory. Y/N's heart fluttered as she melted into the warmth of Harry's embrace, her senses flooded with the taste of his lips and the scent of his cedarwood cologne.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, their kisses deepening with each passing second. Harry's arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her as close to him as possible. 

In that instant, everything else faded away—the noise of the party, the chill of the night air—leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of their first kiss. 

They were both breathless as they pulled apart. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open to find Harry already looking at her, his eyes filled with emotion and intense desire. She noticed his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and she couldn’t help but giggle when she noticed the red lipstick stain she had left on his mouth from her kiss. 

“Where abouts do you live?” Harry murmured.

“Clemon Street,” Y/N spoke, her voice coming out a whisper. 

“Yeah? That’s on my way home,” He grinned. 

“Oh really?” Y/N bit back a laugh, “I thought y’ lived on Newark Street - it said so in Elise’s file.” 

Harry shrugged, “I like to go the long way round.” Y/N didn’t bother pulling him up on the fact that the two streets were on opposite ends of the housing estate. 

“Can I walk y’ home?” He asked, his fingers fiddling with the fabric of her dress. 

Y/N nodded, biting her bottom lip, “Yeah I’d like that.” 

Harry grinned, “Well alright then.”

They stood up, Y/N keeping his jacket around her shoulders since it was still cold out, “I’ve just got to go to the bathroom,” She motioned towards the community centre. 

“I’ll wait for y’ at the door,” He said, following her as they walked to the community centre side by side. Y/N walked up to the steps and opened the door, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Harry was still there- that he was real and not just someone she dreamt up.

Harry caught her eye, “M not going anywhere birdy,” he winked, “hurry up so I can walk y’ home and kiss y’ again.” 

Y/N laughed and hurried straight to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the cubicle door behind her and sank down onto the lid of the toilet seat, a wide grin spreading across her face. Unable to contain her excitement, she let out a delighted squeal, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the moment she had just shared. 

She pulled out the pocket mirror from her bag and quickly reapplied the lipstick that had been smeared off. She fluffed up her hair with her hands and rubbed her aching cheeks from where had been smiling so much. She stood up and held Harry’s coat in her arms.  As Y/N stepped outside the community centre, she scanned the area in search of Harry, hoping to catch a glimpse of him waiting for her. Her anticipation turned to disappointment when she couldn't spot him anywhere, and her shoulders slumped slightly in resignation. Just as she was about to turn away, a figure caught her eye—a silhouette that had a striking resemblance to Harry—standing in a shadowy corner illuminated by the lights from the community centre.

Heart fluttering with excitement, Y/N smiled and took a step forward, eager to walk home with him. However, her joy quickly turned to dismay when she realised he wasn't alone.

A sudden giggle pierced the air, causing Y/N's heart to sink. Molly's warning appeared typed out in big letters at the forefront of her mind, filling her with regret and dread as she hesitated, frozen in place. With each step she took closer, the scene before her unfolded—it was Nancy, her housemate, clinging to the man she had just kissed.

I imagine George to be Callum Turner and Sonny to be Timothee Chalamet specifically from ms stevens but you can imagine whoever you’d like ! <;33

[prettypinkporkchop]

Paul lahote x female reader

Chicken Bone

Kim has been helping Emily with the kitchen while you are outside gathering wood with Sam.

"UGH, Sam, I'm tired. Don't you think this is enough for a year?" You giggle and whipe sweat off of your forehead. He laughs at you, making you glare at him. "You can stop. I don't need Paul getting upset with me for overworking you." He puts his hands on his hips, smiling at you. You hum in response and take off the work gloves Sam gave you.

You walk inside to see Emily and Kim fixing up the plates for the boys. There is enough food to feed all of the reservation but you're used to being around the pack at this point.

"WOOO HOOO!" You hear hooting and hollering from multiple men. You knew it was your imprinter and his family. You smile, and Kim rushes next to you. "Y/n, I have been thinking about this the whole time! Me and Emily have a bet. If you were to take a chicken bone away from Paul, I say he chases you. Emily says he just lets you have it." She laughs.

You burst into laughter and wrap your arm into hers. "Well then, Emily! What do you say? Kim do this to Jared too?" You look at the beauty of a woman who is pouring tea into glasses. She smirks at you two. "I think Jared would play a pity party!" Emily giggles. "I say, Jared simply wouldn't care and just pick up another chicken." You bet with Emily. "Oh goodness. This will be fun." She sighs with a grin as the boys all pile in.

Paul steps in front of you with a wide and bright smile. "I've missed you, my princess." He kisses your lips. The butterflies kick in asyou kiss him back. He pulls away and pecks your cheek and then leaves a lingering and sweet kiss on your forehead. He steps away to sit at the table next to Embry. Jared and Quil have their own conversation. Jacob, Leah, and Seth are currently at Billy's house, cleaning up for him.

After everyone finishes up, the boys do their classic thing. The dog comes out and they have to chew on a bone. You find this so funny and cute! Kim makes eye contact with you. She winks at you, mouthing, 'you first.' As Paul is chewing on the bone and laughing at Embry, you quickly grab it out of his hand and step away from him.

"Hey!" He calls out with confusion on his face. You start giggling and begin chewing on it, too. He watches you with his eyebrows furrowed. "That.. was the best bone in the whole plate." He mumbles in sadness. He sighs and sits down to pout.

Kim grabs Jared's and stands next to you. "Hey!" He gets up and she runs as he chases after her outside.

Emily is cackling while tears form in her eyes. All the men look confused. Paul is just brooding.

"We had a bet. Nobody was right." She chokes out.

So, Kim guessed Paul would chase you, but in fact, Jared chased her. And you guessed that Jared would let her have it, but he chased her! Unexpectedly, the pouts came from the hard ass, Paul Lahote.

Feeling bad, you stand behind Paul and hand him the bone. He grabs your wrist with a small amount of a grip. Not enough to hurt you but to be sure you don't move. "Y/n y/m/n, You pull this shit again, you won't be able to sit down." He growls before kissing your lips and then going back to the bone. You shiver and imagine what he is talking about.

Later that night, you get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you. You step out of the bathroom and into your bedroom that you share with Paul. He's lying on his back with his eyes closed. You drop the towel and began digging through your drawer.

Paul's pair of warm arms pulls you into his hard body. A surprised yelp escapes your lips. "Ya know," he begins and starts leaving sloppy and wet kisses over your shoulder and neck. "Watching you chew that bone that was just in my mouth was very hot." He groans and grips harder onto your waist.

[sofiaruelle]

Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

[unluckiestmember]

Hey, could you write spider-Gwen x fem reader jealous headcanons?

Coming right up!

Gwen Stacy X Jealous Fem! Reader

Characters: Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales and Hobie Brown

Tags: Established Relationship, jealous!Gwen Stacy, reassurance, fluff, oblivious nature and self esteem issues.

Warning: Mild Cussing, but SFW.

A/N: Gwen is a beautiful woman, does she know that? Like damn!

So Gwen isn’t the heavy jealous type.

Would she be upset if someone’s flirting with you knowing you’re dating her? Absolutely.

But is she going to kick someone’s ass for doing it? No.

If there’s touching involved? Maybe.

But all in all, she was a chill girlfriend.

But you? Hooo boy!

You are aware Gwen is kind of a bombshell.

If the way Miles drools over her and the way Hobie talks to her didn’t make you realize that, someone else would.

At first you were okay with it, thinking they were only like this because she was beautiful.

But more men and women started to hit on her. And the more she got compliments, the more it fuelled your jealousy.

Gwen didn’t think much of it though, always brushing off the flirting as mindless compliments.

It wasn’t until your unspoken frustration started translating in your body language did she get a clue into your jealousy.

It had gotten to the point where she sat the both of you down to talk about it.

She didn’t understand initially though.

She thought it was an issue of trust and that hurt her. But the real reason hurt more;

Your esteem was starting to get low and grew lower to where you felt you weren’t good enough for her.

You felt like she deserves someone better. More attractive, more social, more perfect.

But Gwen would say otherwise.

And she did.

“Y/N. I love you. No one could ever compare to you because you are everything I could ever ask for. You’re perfect and I could only love you. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

Ever since, she makes sure to tell you everyday how much she loves you.

If someone tries to flirt with her, it’ll go in one ear and out the other.

She’ll even go as far as telling that person that she’s taken or to cease their advances.

There’s only one person who can flirt with her. And that's you.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[moonspirit]

I NEED MORE Aruani and Jeanpiku post-rumbling headcanons. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!!!!!! THE POTENTIAL THE CHEMISTRY AAAAHHHHHHHHH

AHahah xD Hello anon~

You know, it strikes me that in both relationships, everybody is a polar opposite from each other (but sharing some tiny similarities).

Because between Aruani, Armin's the more "dominant one" (in a soft-boy way) whereas in Jeanpiku, that's Pieck's role xD

On a double date, Armin will compliment Annie in the sweetest, most innocent way possible, something like "omg Annie you look so pretty in that hat (⁠灬•⁠ᴗ⁠•灬⁠)⁠♡". But can you imagine Pieck? Just smirking as Jean tries on a hat or a shirt or something before she goes: *whistle* "Hooo boi, I wanna smash ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)"

Cue: Annie blushes a billion degrees, while Jean is slightly scared for his life.

On the other hand, if the four of them run into some bullies trying to pick trouble, you have Annie radiating dark energy so terrifying nobody dares to come close to Armin or even say a word to him. With Jeanpiku? There's Jean who's jumping at the chance to be a cool-guy by scaring off the bad guys by whispering menacing things at them.

Cue: Armin being all "hehe isn't my girlfriend so amazing ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ", while Pieck scoffs about being able to do better than Jean (she's secretly very impressed).

In a cafe or restobar, Armin wants coffee, Annie wants a hot chocolate, Jean wants red wine, and Pieck wants anything with 96% alcohol.

For food, Armin wants something cheesy, Annie wants something sweet, Jean prefers gourmet and savoury while Pieck orders that one thing that breaks the Scoville scale in terms of spiciness and proceeds to set everyone's face on fire.

Now for PDA? Armin manages to sneak in a kiss now and then; he's very very good at it okay?! Nobody's looking, and a quck smol peck on Annie's nose! In general it's very soft and mild with Aruani, they're all about the tiny gestures like hand-holding and brushing back each other's hair... but do not underestimate them! When they go home, it's time to rearrange Annie's guts (❀❛ ֊ ❛❀)♡

Jeanpiku tho? Pieck's easily Rated 18+ at all and any times, but Jean's... pathetically innocent. This guy has never had any game, only pretense, and it's much the same with kissing and sex. Pieck would make out with him for 0.10 seconds and it leaves him burning up and fainting on the ground. RIP. There's also logistical constraints, which is that Pieck TRIES to sneak a kiss just to get a rise out of him but he's!! too fucking tall! Fuck this shit! (it gives her a lot of frustration poor girl. But she gets what she wants in the bedroom (≖⩊≖))

Materialistically, Armin likes books and buildables (like plane models and ships in bottles), Annie likes puzzles and anything that involves getting a cute fuzzy thing as a prize (bonus points if it's baked and edible too), Jean appreciates classical art, painting supplies and fashionable accessories... and Pieck... oh Pieck. She brings home the most unhinged titan-sized and deeply horrifying things like occult items, full-size plushies that look disturbing and dinosaur fossils. Jean always pretends to hate them but then takes care of them more than her... for her <3

[starseaweed]

hello submas nation

so

I recently stumbled into the submas au rabbit hole and hooo man. I have been trying to scrabble out for the past two weeks to focus on JJBA, but. These boys. I've gotten on the wrong train line and I am enjoying the ride far too much.

As the co-creator of mutiple pokemon AUs, I am finding it very hard to resist throwing my hat into the pile. (Pokemon: LA and Pokemon: SV DLC spoilers included below.)

I may or may not get to writing (and finishing) a fic involving the dragon train twins, because I am a sucker for dragons– though I'm switching it around because I think it fits better.

Anyway. It goes like this; After being reunited and running the subway again for a year, Elesa urges the boys to take some time off for themselves. It takes a while but she manages to convince them to come with her to Paldea (had a thought just now that she's going to collab with the other fashionista/model, so its a business trip for her.)

The twins spend a few days relaxing before their need for battle cannot be contained, and they begin their adventure around paldea. And of course, they have an absolute blast!

...Right up until they get seperated, and Emmet goes missing. Ingo and Elesa are frantic, because they were finally together (even if Elesa was verry busy) and now Emmet is gone and Ingo's having flashbacks.

Conviently at that time, Juliana/Florian/reader/oc catches a Zekrom with their zekrom treat! Isn't that neat! I'm sure this has nothing to do with that missing subway guy! Oh, Director Clavell, they would absolutely be willing to help search for him!

Update: There's now a follow up poll about the potential fic! Please check it out!

[isalisewrites]

A ramble on writing where April broke my heart

Hooo boi.

March was a dream in comparison to April.

Emergency gallbladder surgery? Someone faking their death in my server? Good times. I wanna go back.

I have been through much in three short months. April has shown that it's taken a toll. I have missed many more days of writing. I'm still missing them in May. But I'm slowly gripping onto the last vestiges of my raw determination, all while in the face of so much.

I had a falling out with my closest family member that shook me to the core of my heart. I barely slept for most of the month again. Gallbladder surgery has proven to have some complications on my nervous system, making normal daily life difficult where it's hard to sit or lie down without experiencing full body numbness and tingling in various areas, including my hands and fingers. (No, not blood clots. 100% without a doubt it's my nerves.)

If you've followed me here (post one and two) and have read my author's on Terrible, But Great Chapter 30, then you know what went down with my family member. It took so much of my time and energy. I wrote well over 8,000 words trying to reason with this family member, only for all of it to be scorned and mocked. A part of me feels like that energy was wasted. I could have 8,000 more words in TBG, but I don't. This is all I have.

A part of me looks at it and says, "Give it back. Give me back my writing." What happened to January? Or even February? What happened to the girl who could wake up at 4am in the morning, an hour before she had to leave for her hysteroscopy, to power write 700 words?

Some days, I go up the stairs and I'm winded like I ran a marathon.

Some days, if I walk on the treadmill for more than 6 to 10 minutes, I feel like I'm dying.

It's been an uphill battle. The struggle is real, but so am I.

In the last week of December of 2023, when I realized how long it would take me to finish Terrible, But Great, I was overcome with what I call 'The Stirring.' I don't know what else to call it, but it always has an air of mystery and premonition for what it is to come. I thought at that time, "If I had limited time to live, what do I want to do?"

"I want to write."

So, I did.

In 2023, I published a total of 43,000 words in TBG. In 2024, from January to April, I've written 110,604 words and have published 35,000 words thus far. The year isn't even halfway over and I've done better this year than I have last year.

In spite of it all, I'm doing pretty damn good.

There's still hope. I'm not giving up. It might feel like morale is low, but it's not. I'm going to keep going as much as I can through all the hardships because writing is truly the one thing that breathes life into me.

By the end of April, I finished my business class with an essay about how the class shifted my beliefs. This class in combination with all of my health issues and social conflicts sparked an overwhelming revelation and a new rising determination within my soul.

You see, you all have witnessed my love and passion for writing Terrible, But Great, a Harry Potter fanfiction, but I also have original stories that I've wanted to write. Yet, I haven't been able to finish them because I'm always thinking about the market in the real world, instead of what I want and what the story wants. Fanfiction, I can do whatever the hell I want and yall are just gonna have to strap in and hold onto dear life cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride. Original novels, however, are done differently and I've often struggled due to so many factors.

I have ADHD. I am autistic. I have health issues which are rapidly piling up on top of each other. My career choice might not even be feasible for me in the long run, so why I am allowing myself to be pressured into doing more than I can handle with a class load?

I want to write. I want to write. I want to create.

Oh, how I want to create.

So, I will.

Two years ago, I gave up on my dream of writing original novels and earning a living through them. I've since repented of that notion. As I continue write Terrible, But Great, I'm also going to be working on my original novels on the side. Someday, perhaps, I'll be able to earn a living as a published author.

That's my realistic ideal.

I wrote 457 words today, May 9th. That's good enough. The goal this month is to write more than April. I can do that. On the days where prose is hard, I simply write my scene idea in a zero draft style. I don't worry about the prose; I'll fix it later. Every word counts. Every word can be changed. Every word can be made better.

Every word is good enough.

Until next month.

[ask-a-bot]

Nah, Downpour is honestly kind of shameless. Only reason she was flustered at all was because she was drooling 😂

Hooo boy, my mum read that part about them needing to wash with special solvents to keep clean and healthy, and it send her into a flurry asking all the resident bots how the hell theyve been keeping clean. The Vehicons just use the local drive through car wash, but apparently Monsoon and Downpour haven’t actually had a bath since the war ended!

We all panicked after that, even the Vehicons (who honestly were shocked that a pair of Seeker were so nonchalant about not being clean)

Ewwwww!

To be fair... Nemesis didn't have the best washracks ever. Part of the reason my trine kept our seeker jettisoning habits was because the washracks were ick. If you had the choice of a dirty washrack and somewhere clean and private, what would you choose? I had my first bath after getting stuck on Earth after I moved in with Optimus and Megatron. Even GHOST's limited facilities were better than Nemesis!

Nemesis was a space craft. Of course the resources were limited – the Ark wasn't exactly luxurious either. The diff... fshoosch! Snf. Pine. Snf. The difference was that the Ark crashed on land and we were able to expand and build into the volcano. Megatron didn't have that luxury – you guys had nothing to work with.

And then you destroyed the fragging Space Bridge, so we couldn't even go and freshen up on Cybertron!

Is that what you kept going back and forth between the planets for?

I like to be clean! When I use a washrack, I like to come out afterwards cleaner than I was when I went in; not dirtier!

OK, I understand. Can we use inside voices, please? Megatron is finally recharging.

[shonenkun309]

A/N : hooo boy, 6 MONTHS, Shonen, 6 DAMN MONTHS!! No, complete the remaining 6 months, dear! Not like there are people who are waiting for the updates to see the end of this damn fanfic! 😡😡😡😡 Aaaaaanyway... things are going interesting I swear!!

𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒏 ~𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒏~

WC : 3078

Tags : @just-somehuman @the-bird-and-the-flute @kogasimp1 @colourless-hydrangeas @randomf2p @blackmond11 @girlinthetardis04

Chapters : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

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Futaba heaved a long sigh as she sat on the steps of the Shrine of Hidden God. The sky was turning orange and red as if it had been set ablaze by the setting sun. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the sleeping man inside. Hoping to catch the slightest movement from him, she was met with disappointment once again. She couldn't shake the image of Kuya's upset face when he realized that what he thought was true turned out not to be. He swore up and down that he had seen it with his own eyes, only to calm down in an instant and return to his usual self as if nothing had happened.

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 21

"Verily, 'tis a good omen." Futaba turned around, still deep in thought, when she heard a voice echoing behind her. She was surprised to see Yura and Gaku approaching, armed with taiyaki. "'Tis a welcome sight indeed, to see Sir Kuya's comrade beginning to wake from his slumber." He picked up the taiyaki and started eating it, "I do believe what Kuya said, of course, but...there's something about seeing it with my own eyes that makes it real to me. I long to experience it first-hand, to have my conscience freed and my hope renewed. The thought of it drives me on through each day." Futaba spoke, her gaze fixed ahead, staring out onto the horizon.

Futaba was certain that Koga would soon awake. The anticipation was palpable, and the more she pondered the circumstances, the more her chest tightened. She was determined to be by his side when he opened his eyes, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. As her thoughts raced, Futaba was desperate for answers, desperate to understand who or what was responsible for his state. "I had another dream," Futaba uttered, a hint of hesitation in her voice. Yura's hand, which was holding another taiyaki came to a sudden stop as he looked up, his eyes fixed on Futaba, his expression serious. Meanwhile, Gaku's head also tilted slightly to the side, his curiosity piqued by Futaba's words. "Of all the dreams I've had, this one was by far the most peculiar. For some reason, I thought I had seen the Tzuchi, but their appearance wasn't clear, nor was their intention." Her voice had dropped to a mere whisper, as if she were speaking to herself.

Gaku leaned in, clearly intrigued by Futaba's account. "There are many tales about the Tzuchi, but my brother and I have never been able to verify any of them. Through all these years spent together, we have yet to uncover the truth behind the mysterious Ayakashi." And Yura continued, "The yume no seirei, as they are known, can induce horrendous nightmares in their victims, while those of the Tzuchi's kind are said to possess the power to create a reality within the minds of those they haunt, indeed that is the tale that we've heard."

Futaba's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing the twins' explanation about the Tzuchi. "They...they can create their own reality?" she murmured, her mind racing as she recalled the strange experiences she had in recent days. "It's no wonder they seemed so real," she muttered to herself, as if coming to a sudden realization. "Hey..." But the sound of Kuya's voice rang out, startling Futaba and the twins out of their conversation. They turned to find Kuya and Nachi standing behind them, looking as if they had been eavesdropping.

Futaba watched as Kuya and Nachi joined them, sensing that the atmosphere shifted as soon as they approached. Neither man was one for idle chatter, but their demeanor left little doubt in Futaba's mind that they had something of importance to reveal. Kuya broke the silence first, his voice grave as he spoke. "Listen, I don't normally ask folks to stay with me like this, but things are getting a little hairy and it may be better for you to lay low here for a while."

Nachi added to the sentiment, "That so-called Tzuchi is targeting you, Futaba. It's not safe for you to be alone at home." Futaba was taken aback by their sudden concern, even though they had known from the beginning that she was being targeted. It seemed so unexpected for them to bring this up today of all days.

Futaba seemed to ponder the suggestion for a moment before shaking her head. "It's too sudden a decision for me to make," she said, an air of exhaustion pervading her voice. "Maybe with some time and thought I could come to a conclusion, but this is too quick." Nachi tried to offer some hopeful words, "I could speak with dad about it, I think he would see reason." Futaba gave a tired sigh, and looked up at the sky. "I'll consider it, but not right now. This is all too much to take in." As she spoke, she seemed to be lost in thought, considering the weight of the decision being placed upon her.

Futaba suddenly seemed to have made up her mind on something. "Nachi!" she exclaimed, her voice urgent. "Come with me!" Without waiting for a response, she grasped Nachi's wrist and began pulling him towards the stairs. Nachi, unsure of what was happening and where Futaba was taking him, allowed himself to be led down the stairs. Futaba's grip on his wrist tightened as they rushed towards the staircase, and Nachi found himself being pulled along at a brisk pace that left little time for questions or protests.

Gaku watched as Futaba and Nachi rushed off, his curiosity piqued. "Hey, where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked in a half-bored, half-surprised tone. Futaba's response was quick and loud, "To the train station!" Kuya's eyebrows climbed at the declaration, a faint sense of tension entering his gaze as he watched Futaba disappear from his sight. Yura spoke up next, confusion crossing his features as he inquired, "The train station?" he echoed, "What business doth the lady have in such a hasty journey?" he asked the others. His words were met with eerie silence, as if no one knew the answer to his question.

The two of them continued to rush towards the train station, Nachi trying his best to keep pace with Futaba, who was pulling him along with a vice grip on his wrist. After a few minutes of running, Nachi was starting to flag, his breath coming in short gasps as his legs threatened to give out beneath him. "Hey, Futaba! Slow down!" he finally managed to rasp out, gesturing to indicate that he needed a break. Futaba stopped abruptly, allowing Nachi to lean against a nearby wall while they both caught their breath.

"What's going on?" Nachi asked, still trying to understand why Futaba had been acting so strangely.

"We have to hurry before the train leaves," Futaba finally replied, her voice sounding somewhat urgent.

"Leaves?" Nachi said, raising his head in surprise as he realized their destination. With renewed urgency, the two of them set off towards the train station once more.

Futaba and Nachi arrived at the train station just in time to witness the train pulling away from the platform. They watched it speed off into the distance, their hopes of catching it shattered. Futaba looked at Nachi and let out a small sigh. "We're too late," she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Nachi was confused. "What's going on?" he asked her. "Why did you come here?"

Futaba shook her head. "Fukajiro…" she said under her breath, as if the name itself was a curse. "She was on that train, leaving us behind." Her voice was barely audible, her gaze fixed on the departing train.

Nachi's eyes widened as he realized what Futaba was telling him. "Fukajiro left?" he asked, a slight shock evident in his voice.

"So she came to your house just to tell you this?" he asked. Futaba nodded slowly, a deep sense of regret settling over her. "My mind was distracted, I couldn't even say goodbye properly," she said, a sigh escaping her lips, "She keeps saying I'm her best friend, some friend I am..." Nachi placed a comforting hand on Futaba's shoulder as she spoke, trying his best to ease her pain. "It's not your fault," he said softly. "You were distracted. I'm sure Fukajiro will understand."

Futaba smiled a little, grateful for Nachi's words. "At least I wanted you to come with me. Thought she'll be more happy to see you one last time, since she likes you," she said with a small smile.

Nachi was surprised by the revelation and began to stutter, "Huh? She only likes me because I'm a cat! You know how she's fond of cats!"

Futaba laughed at his reaction, the sound of her voice filling the air before she sighed again.

"I have to go home...it's already dark," she said, staring up at the cloudy sky. The moon wasn't present tonight, and for some reason, the fact made her feel uneasy.

Futaba turned to Nachi, a determined look on her face. "You'll come with me, right?" she asked, and Nachi blinked a few times in surprise before answering her. "Huh...?" He paused for a moment to process the request, "Sure, I'll go with you. I can't let you go home alone after what we discussed, and I'll also say hello to dad too." Futaba nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. The two of them started walking back to her house, the weight of their conversation weighing heavily on their shoulders.

As they walked through the empty streets, Nachi expressed his surprise. "They wrote this in the newspapers?" he asked, and Futaba nodded. "I had a panic attack when I saw it. Toichiro, Shizuki, and Tatsu were there to console me," she said, recalling the overwhelming fear she had felt when she learned about the possible return of the mysterious phenomenon. "Otherwise, I don't know what I would have done," she trailed off, the memory of that day still fresh in her mind.

Nachi crossed his arms, his expression serious. "I was afraid this would happen. Another reason not to stay home alone," he said, his tone firm. "What if...what if I asked the Tengu to drop by every now and then?" he suggested, a hint of pride in his voice. But Futaba shook her head, concern etched across her face. "I don't want to burden Kuya any more than he already is. Koga's issue has already taken a toll on him; I don't want to add to his stress." Nachi seemed to consider her words for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, but..."

But before he continued, a feeling of foreboding washed over them. Suddenly, Futaba's hair stood on end and Nachi's ears perked up. They stopped in their tracks and looked around, searching for the source of the ominous presence. "Futaba," Nachi whispered, his voice low so that only she could hear. Futaba nodded, fully aware of what Nachi was trying to convey. She quickly withdrew the bell wand from her sleeve, preparing for whatever might come next. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what lay ahead. The air felt heavy and stagnant, as though something sinister was lurking just beyond their sight. As they both stood alert, ready to face whatever challenges might come their way, the silence was broken only by the sound of their own breathing.

As the two stood in silence, their senses on high alert, a familiar voice suddenly broke the stillness. "There you are!" The voice echoed in their ears, causing their eyes to widen as they turned to see their friend, standing alarmingly close. They hadn't seen her since they'd stepped onto the street, as if she had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Her familiar figure was running towards them, her eyes glinting like emeralds in the dim light. "Fuka?" both Nachi and Futaba said at the same time, shocked to see her there, wondering how she had gotten so close without them noticing.

Futaba had been under the impression that Fukajiro had left on the train earlier in the day, while Nachi had assumed the same based on Futaba's words. So to see her here now, at this late hour, felt strange, suspicious, and completely unexpected. They had forgotten the ominous presence they had sensed a moment earlier in their surprise.

As Fukajiro approached, she suddenly stumbled, her face hitting the pavement with a loud thud. The two quickly rushed to her aid, taking her hands and pulling her up. "Are you okay?" Futaba asked, the worry in her voice evident, and Fukajiro responded with a familiar smile. "Hehe, I'm just clumsy." Nachi chimed in with a tired exhale, "Mhm, she's okay."

As Fukajiro cleaned herself up after tripping, Futaba raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to leave today?" The little girl looked up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, you want me to go?" she asked, pretending to look sad. Futaba shook her head firmly. "No, don't avoid the question. Why are you still here?" Fukajiro smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I missed the train," she said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“...”

“...”

The silence that followed was deafening, as Fukajiro seemed to expect some sort of response from the two. Nachi finally broke the tension with a frustrated sigh. "Seriously?" he muttered, his tone bordering on annoyance. Futaba chimed in, her voice sharp, "How do you miss the train when you know the exact time it's leaving?" Fukajiro lowered her head, interlacing her fingers in a manner that almost suggested she was being scolded by her mother. "I went to buy some snacks before the train arrived... and you know how much I love taiyaki..." Nachi facepalmed, while Futaba sighed, growing more annoyed at Fukajiro's childish behavior. "I'm sure your parents are worried about you now," she said, her voice dripping with contempt for the little girl's irresponsibility.

Suddenly, a somber expression spread across Fukajiro's face, and she stopped laughing. Her eyes darkened as she fixed her gaze on Futaba. "Don't worry, they won't," she said, her voice soft but devoid of the playfulness she usually exuded. The two felt a sudden chill run down their spine. But before they could respond, Fukajiro's face split into a wide smile, and she reached out to hold their hands. "Why are you here?" she asked, looking back and forth between the two. Nachi began to speak, but she interrupted him. "Little Nach! Where have you been all this time? I missed you so much!" she exclaimed, nuzzling his arm and making him shift uncomfortably.

Futaba tried to get Fukajiro's attention, attempting to distract her from her embrace of Nachi. "Fukajiro, we thought you were leaving today," Futaba stated matter-of-factly, and the little girl finally turned to her.

Fukajiro's entire expression brightened, and she squeezed their arms even tighter. "That's why you were at the station? To bid me farewell, right? Aww, I could never ask for such a great friends!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with exaggerated happiness. The strength of her grip sent a mild pain shooting through Futaba's arms, but she ignored it and took in her surroundings. "Fukajiro, seriously, this place isn't safe, especially now," she said, scanning left and right, reminded of the ominous presence they had sensed just moments ago.

"Look, I'll have Nachi take you to my place while I make sure the area is safe--" Suddenly, the words froze in Futaba's throat as she recalled a similar situation that had led to a disastrous result in the past. Her eyes glazed over, staring into nothingness, as if she were trying to recall some long-forgotten memory. "Futaba...?" Nachi's voice broke the sudden silence, calling out to her, but there was no response.

"Eh? No need to worry, I'll stay put and won't 'disappear' like before." Fukajiro's young and sweet voice interrupted them, leaving Futaba with a mildly surprised expression, as if the little girl had somehow read her thoughts. She received nothing but a playful wink from Fukajiro, but as she thought about it, Futaba realized that she had never received an answer to her question about Fukajiro's whereabouts on that fateful day. Since then, she had never mentioned the subject to Fukajiro, and the little girl had never opened up about it either.

"Hey, Fuka..." As Futaba calls out to Fukajiro, Nachi also speaks up, his voice filled with surprise. "Tengu?" he says, attracting the attention of the two girls. They turn around and are taken aback to see the person standing behind them, neither too far nor too close. Futaba was taken aback to see her Tengu friend in this unexpected place, his eyes gleaming like gold in the darkness and his face as cold and impassive as ever. But what truly caught their attention and left the two speechless was the sight of Kuya, with his wings spread wide against the black backdrop of the night, his true form now exposed to the public.

The three of them stood there in silence, each waiting for the other to say something, but the only sound that filled the air was the distant howling of the wind. Suddenly, Fukajiro spoke up, her childish voice breaking the tension. "Kuya, right?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the man standing before them. In response, Kuya slowly lifted his hand and the fan in his grasp unfolded with a flourish. The blades of the fan suddenly sprang to life, cutting through the air as they sped towards the three.

As the blades of Kuya's fan hurtled towards them, Futaba let out a startled cry. "Kuya!" she screamed, instinctively wrapping her arms around Fukajiro and pulling the other girl to her. Nachi, on the other hand, stood in front of them with his eyes closed, determined to protect them. It seemed as though time had stood still, with each of them frozen in fear as they awaited the inevitable impact.

...

...

...

Futaba felt her heart skip a beat as she waited for Kuya's attack to hit, but to her surprise, nothing happened. She mustered the courage to open her eyes and was taken aback to see Nachi sitting in a state of shock, staring in horror at the figure in front of him. The figure was tall, carrying a long, sharp spear, all dressed in brown from head to toe. As the three of them took in this terrifying sight, they all recognized the same person...

𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅>>>>>>>>>>>

[i-am-purplexed]

Everybody Wants to Be Us - A Supercorp fic, with emphasis on the Corp

Kara was the daughter of scientists and leaders, the family of generals and the descendant of kings; thousands of generations past, when Krypton was ruled by a monarchy and not a council. She hadn’t come all this way, lost this much, spent decades trapped in that tiny pod just to smile meekly and fit in. She was the last daughter of Krypton, and she would not do her mother, her father, her aunt, her uncles, her friends, classmates, grandparents, her people the disrespect of forgetting where she had come from.

Kara is three months and twenty four years away from a tragedy when she is asked to forget her family. She is one of two remaining Kryptonians alive when she is told to put her upbringing behind her; she is the last living follower of ehnai'Rao to exist in the galaxy when she is told to smile and fake at humanity.

She is thirteen and twenty seven; alone and surrounded by people who want the best for her; responsible for the wellbeing of a man twice her age. She is the first and last and only person who knows what it means to bear the name Zor-El.

Kara is told to become human.

She tells them no.

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Hooo boy, this is my first real dive into Supercorp stuff and it's going to be one doozy of a fic. It's going to shape up to be 4-500k words long at minimum, and I have it mostly planned out. Very excited for it!

Summary: Kara decides that hiding her heritage is the last thing she wants to do, and spends her life as an out-and-proud Kryptonian. This changes things, but not always for the better. Featuring:

Sassy-but-still-cinnamon-roll-Kara

Alien technology and what it does to the tech sector

Deep-dives into an expanded Kryptonian culture

A close look at what it means to be Alien

A story that doesn't end with the girls getting together

Lena being unable to change the name of her company because El-Corp was already taken

A Kara who is deeply religious

Strained relationships

Science!

Please feel free to give me a kudo or comment! Positive attention sustains me and will add to my work ethic.

[unironicironic]

I saw Twisters yesterday and..

Boy oh boy is it yapping time, I have mostly high praises to sing, but there were a couple things I wasn't too thrilled with.

If you haven't seen it yet and/or want to avoid spoilers, feel free to scroll on down because believe me when I say that going in as blind as possible is the way to go with this film.

All good? Alright, perfect. To keep things relatively short and sweet, this will be a bit of a quick fire type thing. So first up, the good.

The references, man oh man the references. There were plenty of lil nods to the og but some that really stood out:

Right off the bat, in the original when it was showing the WB logo and had the dark clouds, along with that melody or motif or what have you during the opening? Yeah it did exactly that, jingle and all

The Dorothy, as Kate and her crew are testing it to make sure it works in the beginning scene, it's implied that it's been used before

Speaking of the Dorothy, the device itself and the sensors look EXACTLY like the ones in the first movie

Kate says she's "not back" when Javi welcomes her back to chasing, like the original crew does Bill In the later part of the movie

Kate rocks a white tank and tan pants like Jo in the scene where they're at the rodeo and a tornado catches them off guard; as a double, this references the scene in the og where the main crew are at a drive in theater and a tornado surprises them

On a similar note, at some point Kate wears a shirt that looks a good bit like that blonde kid's shirt at the end of Twister when he and his family come out of their shelter when the EF5 lifts

The effects, namely for the tornadoes themselves, absolutely phenomenal. No movie will get it perfect, but I've gotta say that Twisters came pretty damn close to absolutely nailing it right down to a T. There were a couple times you could tell it was CGI but whew for the most part it was seamless

The accuracy, you can absolutely tell that the production crew really cared about keeping things as accurate as possible, in terms of storms, supercells, etc and how they work. I'm willing to bet they had meteorologists on standby to tell them how things work, how things would play out, etc etc. Also the ground scouring when it shows the damage done after larger tornadoes??? HELLO???

The soundtrack, I'm not usually one for country music but holy FUCK there were some absolute bangers, I often found myself tapping my feet to the songs or trying not to hum along (especially when Owens' crew shows up with "Ain't no Love in Oklahoma" going in the background, WHOOO that's a good one). Not to mention, the songs added onto the scenes they were in, often making them a bit more emotionally impactful

The actors and respectively the characters, the actors played their roles phenomenally and really sent the ball out of the park. I never really pay attention to the actors but I should've known they'd deliver when I saw everyone agree online that they'd pack a punch. And the characters, man they really added hella depth to each character, making them all feel incredibly fleshed out and relatable in a way

The intensity, hooo man did things get intense when shit hit the fan and tornadoes were bearing down. There were a good few times I sat there with my eyes glued to the screen, unblinking and watching what was going on. I was practically clutching my pearls tbh

And now, of course, the not so good. Oddly enough though, I don't have much negative to say about Twisters aside from the whole "destroying tornadoes" thing and how it seems a bit like a romance film blended into a natural disaster move. Obviously, there's no way for people to disrupt or completely stop a tornado like they eventually did in the movie. There's no way for someone to send stuff up into a funnel and get it to disappear like Kate did, ESPECIALLY if it's an EF5. Now as for the romance thing, it's Hollywood. Of course they're gonna try to throw some sort of romantic hullabaloo in there, I should've saw it coming but man it gets old sometimes.

My final verdict? A solid movie, regardless of whether or not you've seen the original. I can already tell it's going to hit the top of some charts for movies, and for very good reason. And if you're gonna watch Twisters, 100% see it at a theater. It's so much better that way, pricier but much better because it's kinda unifying in a way. There were a good few times that everyone in the room was laughing, and it was just overall a good time.

So I rate it a Tyler Owens in the rain out of ten.

[toastedwrittenthoughts]

Pink Ladies Ep 8 Thoughts.. 

Episode 8.. Was rough.

Here are my thoughts.... Not that anyone asked for them.

The fact that Jane has to run away from both Buddy and Richie made me shake my head, and the fact that the Pink Ladies mention that she has 2 potential dates to worry about whereas they don't gave me the best of friends vibes.

Richie looking hurt, but still understanding of Janes decision about going to the Ball with the Pink Ladies. God. Man.

The internalized lecture she gave herself after he left. Say what you will, we've all had a moment like that. Like 'why did I say that?"

Gil coming in to the Frost Palace like a force and even after trying to shake the nerves out, him smacking books out of some persons hands never fails to make me laugh.

I gotta say that I FREAKING LOVE THE FACT!! That Gil respected both Richie and Olivia enough to WAIT UNTIL he got the brothers blessing to move in and ask her out. And as soon as he has an opportunity to do it, he goes straight for it! Atta boy! Get your girl! 

Olivia making him WORK for it with his hunt for nickels.

Hazel. And Wally.

Buddy looking visually a little rougher pleases me. Takes Jane's news well enough on the chin.

Gil being nervous and kinda skirting how he feels about her. .. My sweet boy..

Making nickels outta dimes... All I could think of.

Lydia walking by and Cynthia TRACKING here.

Nancy having a meltdown over her infatuation.

Nancy dropping a big C and Cynthia sounding so concerned.

"Its worse than cancer... Its inside of me. Growing. Spreading."

"A child?'- My roommate.

Cynthia being shook that Nancy has a thing for Potato. Both are probably shocked as hell..

Crushing Me is a western bop.

Potato looking thrilled and kinda scared of Nancy never fails to make me laugh...

Dot looking crushed..

Shy Guy looking subtly thrilled and SLIDING to go sit with the gang and tell them.

Classic Pink Ladies. Put their mind to it, they got dates in 5 minutes.

Richie chilling in the TBird, jacket off, looking at a lighter... Mmm. Yum.

Richie comforting Dot and deciding to go the the ball together is just... so pure. But what he says to her about how the person he likes going with someone else... "I know how that one HITS." And for Richie, they just keep on coming.. Then again, he's used to it. And Dot recognizing pain, offers him a lolly like someone does a drink or a cigg. And her lighting up at going together.

The whole PTA meeting... Just. Don't even get me started. Spelling in front of high schoolers? Are you kidding me? What about the others who's ears aren't covered?!

The more the girls are together, the more I love their dynamics. Jane and Olivia gushing together over the décor, the way they boost Nancy up in all her... Nancyness intensity. And the way Jane reacts when Cynthia comes into view. In a dress.. Just.. sweet girl.

Olivia and Mr. Daniels... GoFUCKYourself. No. Everything. About. You. NO!

Olivia almost using 'I have a date' like a goddamn shield...

Wally being charming AF when Hazel is nervous is just.. Daw.

Buddy looking FOUL and guilty to his dad who tries to dismisses it.

I thought it would pan over to Jane but the fact that it was Richie! Hooo boy!

And the look he sends over his shoulder before it softens in Jane's vague direction... God. Add in the fact that Richie was at a casino acting out when Jane got the news that she lost, and then to hear that after she lost, she didn't even lose fairly because Buddy's dad cheated... My first thought was that he couldn't go an tell her or even comfort her.. And the anger he must've felt to hear that his girl got cheated out and that Buddy hasn't come clean when he 'wants too'.... Lot to process.

The Pink Ladies hyping up eachother. The Birds being awkward around them..

Gil's comment about being a cartoon wolf around Olivia killed me! 

Gil being nervous when he hands her the corsage... YOU CAN SEE HIS HANDS TREMBLE! 

Richie keeping his reactions to Dot pleasantly neutral. He only livens up with Jane. 

Dots Sandy Reference! 

In my opinion, Richie's (Jonathan Neives) performance this episode seemed.... I dunno... weaker? than previous episodes, but when he was with Jane, he seemed to really be himself. Am I just being crazy?

Susan taking the Pink Ladies side in both the dance counsel and when talking to her mother made my opinion of her lift up a little. 

The conversation between Susan and her mother.. And the doctor... 'Buddy had a right to know...'  

Holy. Shit. 

Like, it makes sense and it does check off the classic box of head cheerleader and top quarterback... That is how you say something without saying something. 

Richie cant miss an opportunity to even subtly flirt with Jane. And the way she smiles back at him... Just.. My babies!

Dot picking up on vibes. They are kind hard to miss

Gil being a 'respectful dancing distance away' from Olivia until she pulls him in and the way he melts against her. And her giggle!

Cynthia and Shy guy.. The whole scene is (as weird and bad as this is gonna sound) a good kind of cringe. But Shy guy... My sweet boy.

Richie and Jane having 'ideas'!

Breaking my hear kid! Fly free!

Fly free!

It'll probably be an unpopular opinion but I'm glad we didn't get a kiss between Richie and Jane, especially right after Dot took 'one for the road.' And how he looked at Jane when she did it like... 

He wiped his mouth with his hand. I was both pleased and kinda offended in a good way.. 

"What about Buddy?"/"What about him?" The way his face subtly changes! AND THEY PLAYED THEIR SONG! I started humming 'Carelessly' and then FREAKED OUT!

BORN.TO.HAND.JIVE!

Olivia going after Susan.. is justified but scorpions can still sting eachother.. And dishing out poison like its shots goes out to anyone and everyone she can.

S.O.A.B.. Buddy didn't even come out and say it himself... But when it's already out there, he caves. 

Richie just trying to keep things calm... I felt kinda robbed that we didn't get a.. bigger reaction out of him.. And how he just pushes Buddy away..

Oh DOT! Damn! Dot! 

Wally and Hazel knowing that shits about to go down and need to GTFO. 

When we see Richie and Buddy.. I won't call it fighting.. It's more like a decent tousle.  "GeT him Richie!" 

Wally and Hazel. The Stars and the Sea. Cuties.

"That's. Not. Fair." I swear, that saying makes my eye twitch.

"If you would just Pick a side. Pick a boy." AND THE FACT THAT JANE doesnt respond. Say what you will, but Richie and Olivia make solid points, even when they are hurt/mad.

HE'S IN JAIL?! Olivia! WTAF ARE YOU DOING?!

Nancy looking as broken as the window....

[yaminobean]

Welp, I'm doing this. It's my break and I've been a good responsible adult that's done their duty and I deserve a good old ramble.

So here goes:

We have two teenagers.

Frederick- a seventeen year old prince who's abusive family values gave him a cynical view of people. He's judgemental and quick to make sassy or snide comments about others. This has caused him to hurt someone and he's punished for it by being nearly assaulted, gaslit into believing that the abuse he's been suffering is all in his head, and had his worst fears confirmed with his family hating him and thinking him less than. His interest and mannerisms are seen as childish and naive. Readers reactions to Frederick were negative and even applauded the violence and misfortune being done to him. Even some of the characters in story mistreat him and don't think to much of how their treatment effects him.

Tomie- a fifteen year old girl that's know as the most beautiful girl in class. Every boy wants her and all the girls envy her. While she's know to be a knockout, she's also very petty, manipulative, and insults people. Her beauty catches the attention of her teacher and he takes advantage of Tomie. Tomie is smitten with him and decides to get his attention by telling him that she might be pregnant. He is enraged and so is her boyfriend. Their argument ends with Tomie being pushed by her teacher off a cliff and to her death.

In front of her class.

Instead of shock and students calling the police, The students express joy at Tomie being dead. The girls believe she got what she deserved and the boys blamed her for the teacher's murderous behavior. The teacher convinces his students to help him cut up her body and bury it in several different places.

What they have in common: These characters are victims of abuse. Tomie is being abused by her teacher and possibly who knows who else. Her behavior indicates that she isn't unfamiliar with responding to adults sexually desiring her so she acts in accordance with their responses, meaning that Tomie has been SA and is used to it. Frederick has been physically abused by bullies and mentally and emotionally abused by his father and, by extension, his brothers.

Both characters play into and believe the perceptions that people have placed on them. For Frederick, the abuse is so common that he actually now believes his family's perception of him and acts in accordance with that perception, leading to low self esteem and self destructive tendencies. Tomie is seen as just a bratty and selfish girl by most of her peers and a seductress by most of the men she interacts with. After her death, she plays up those perceptions to a thousand and becomes a monstrous force to be reckoned with. Both have their complexities ignored by their peers; people around them seem to show disdain when both these characters show that these characters are more than what they've been dictated by.

Both characters know people's expectations of them and tailor themselves to them as a way of survival. Tomie is a more extreme case. While Frederick has used his people reading skills to hide as a way of survival, Tomie uses her people reading abilities to manipulate and get others to do what she wants.

Since their both young, their handling of their skills is amateur and often leads them to mistakes.

When I realized this, it lead the old angst wheels to turn. If the cards were played right, Frederick could have possibly become Tomie or would have been a survivor of a Tomie encounter. It's interesting that in a more grim Au, we'd see Frederick, who ends up dying in the dungeon, come back as a vengeful yokai who'd most likely end the Plaid kingdom reign by coming after each Plaid family member one by one.

Hooo. Glad that's out.

I got this idea from a deep dive video someone did of Tomie and found it's discussions on victim blaming fascinating. Give it a look and maybe subscribe.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

I like Anastasia(FGO) and the fact that there is nearly no fanfic about her disapoint me to to no end, so can i ask for Anastasia x Male Reader headcannon (NSFW and SFW)

BTW if you see my Morgan Le Fay (FGO) request then could you make it NSFW and SFW cuz i forgot that you make NSFW

Not a problem! Sorry this took so long to get written! I got hung up on something in the process of writing this! (Why are there no good sized pictures of anyone in FGO?)

Your Wish Is My Command!

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Anastasia’s love language is pranks and cuddle’s so expect a Loooooooooooooot of those to be coming your way if you’re in a relationship with her.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You know that one friend that ALWAYS causes chaos and is just a total gremlin in general? That’s Anastasia, and that’s how your friendship started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves to cuddle an ungodly amount, hell if it was up to her the only thing the two of you would be cuddling, she prefers being the small spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She never had the option or chance to settle down when she was alive so you can bet she’d use her second chance on life to do exactly that! As for cooking and cleaning? She’s pretty rough at first but she does improve as long as someone teaches her how to do it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You came for fluff not angst!

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I’d say she would want to get married a little fast but not within the first six months or anything like that, probably after the first year or so. That's when she’d start expecting a ring.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Anastasia emotionally is a mix between blunt and soft, like a toy rubber hammer, she’s not the type to sugarcoat something but she will do her best to lessen the blow. Physically she’s soft until she has to be rough.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Anastasia love’s hugs, though she does have to practice a bit to give a good one, once she gets them down she has some very comforting and soft hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Anastasia say’s it after either the two of you have been dating for about half a year.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Anastasia doesn’t get jealous easily but when she does? Hooo boy will you have your work cut out for you if she does! As for what she does when jealous… well I’ll explain more when we get to NSFW headcanons.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Anastasia’s kisses are more like a storm of pecks all acros your face, she likes to be kissed on the hand and on her lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Pretty well adjusted, though she does treat them like they’re made of fine china because she of her younger brother and doesn’t really have any other measure to judge them by.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy, very, very, very, lazy

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Usually cuddles or sex, lots and lots of sex.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She’s not a very closed off person, as long as you don’t ask about something she’d rather not talk about she’s happy to answer any questions you ask of her.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She only get’s angry when something that’s hers is hurt, like Viy, you, her friends, etc.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Anastasia is a bit of both, she’ll remember the most important things in an instant, the smaller things she can occasionally remember in passing but if she’s put on the spot she’d have better luck asking Ivan.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When she realized that you had started courting her, a close second would be a proposal but nothing will top the joy and anxiety that came when she realized you were following the rules to courting a princess to a T.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Anastasia will definitely go crazy trying to keep everyone she loves safe, but that’s to be expected due to how she died, she loves to feel protected, preferably somewhere no one could get to her.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts a lot of effort into Dates and Anniversaries, gifts really aren’t her style, and everyday tasks are something she does quickly to get them over with.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Being a little gremlin, that’s her worst habbit followed by being pretty quick to throwing a punch if it comes to it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It depends, if it’s just a close group of you, family, and friends she couldn’t really care less on the otherhand if it’s people she’s unfamiliar with she put’s her best foot forward and goes the full nine yards.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She wouldn’t be incomplete so to say but she would be off kilter, kind of like one of those wind up toy’s that don’t wind up anymore, it still has the same form but it’s function isn’t there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She can drink litterally any living being under the table sheerly because of the fact she’s Russian

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anything to do with firearms for… obvious reasons.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She has a tendency to just flop all over the place taking up the whole bed.

NSFW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Extremely sleepy, she pretty much zonks out as soon as she’s cleaned herself up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She is rather fond of her Ass, as for you she prefers your mouth for reasons that will never be revealed.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Not a Clue, this part right here has had me stuck since I closed my Inbox and why I’m only now starting to post

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She likes it when you are more assertive, she’s a complete bottom and a brat, and we both know what the best medicine for that is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Complete amateur, absolutely no experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She can be a little goofy and may occasionally crack a dirty joke but other than that she’s more in the moment with everything.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s a Russian princess, take that as you will.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Extremely so, everything has to be perfectly romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t mastrubate often but when she does at least one article of clothing that belongs to you will go missing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has an oral kink, don’t ask me why I think this, I don’t know either

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, and occasionally the kitchen counter or any other similar area.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It varies wildly from situation to situation, but a good bet is to just put something like a popsicle or something of a similar shape in her mouth while your controlling it, that’ll rev her engine quick.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could hurt either of you, aside from that she’s good with most things

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers giving oral due to her Oral Kink but to start out with she has no Idea what she’s doing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time she prefers it to go slow but If you get her jealous you're going to need a new bed and a new pelvis.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t mind them usually but if she’s giving you a quickie it means she’s ticked off but to horny to not have sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s perfectly fine with taking risks as long as there is a safety net of some sort

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She doesn’t usually go for more then five but if she’s in the mood she’ll go until not responsive or when she runs outta juice whichever comes first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has one or two but they’re mostly for you to use on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a brat and a prankster, enough said.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Anastasia is a pretty loud little lady, moans, screams, whines the whole shebang.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Her bratty atitude in bed can be absolutely destroyed if you give her any sort of anal stimulation but she thinks that’s cheating.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Silk lingerie or nothing, she’s a princess and she will be treated as such!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, sex probably hppens twice a week, maybe three times if she’s especially hot and bothered.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is something that will vary from night to night if it’s a long night she’s pretty much out as soon as she’s halfway cleaned herself up, if it’s a short night she’ll be the small spoon while the two of you talk then drift to sleep.

[starry-pierrot]

I know we all got our own issues with the finale of Murder Drones but while watching the big Anniversary video thats going on I realize I have a lot of ideas on how it should have ended-or at least how I might have done it. Under the cut is just some ideas, I am not a professional writer but I do write fanfiction from time to time and hey maybe I'll write some of these out. Also I am not claiming I am better than Liam or anyone at Glitch, just some thoughts.

-Thad, Lizzy and Khan should of had their own fight with J. In episode 7 the trio is set up like they're gonna get an epic side battle. Now worker drones of course were workers so I doubt Lizzy and Thad would be weak, sure weak against a murder drone but they have Uzi's gun that Khan rebuilt. I think they could have put up a easily decent fight against J, Lizzy and Thad as acting support while Khan (who is secretly a badass) takes her down a few notches just before the world goes to shit and they end up pulled down by gravity. It would be so cute to sorta see Lizzy also use her mean girl trait to verbally be mean to J just a little bit! Probably a fun quip about pigtails being out of style. Maybe also use a hand mirror to direct a off course shot from the railgun, no that wouldn't actually work shut up it's fun. -Khan should of been the one to give Uzi her gun. The whole series Khan is the absent father who doesn't pay attention but when he finally has to in episode 2 onward he's more attentive with like telling her about the collars and the camp. Then in episode 7 he just seems very much prepared for what's going on-he needed more scenes to show he's trying to be a better dad and maybe even get back to what he used to be before Nori died. A sweet moment between him and Uzi, her realizing he rebuilt her totally sick railgun as a way to see that he accepts her for who she is would have very much tied up their relationship issue in a big pretty bow. -Nori should have absolutely apart of the final fight. She is so under utilized despite having fought her Solver daughter before, she doesn't even need a big part just a moment. On that topic I would have also liked a quick shot of the Railgun from Thad or Lizzy, it has too much of a one time use and someone could have easily picked it up the second it was thrown out of the way. I love to see characters all come together and have their parts. -Cyn was defeated too easily and I would have liked a final show off between just her and Uzi maybe in the caverns bellow after Cyn possibly broke the ground and sent them both tumbling down. A real big 'I'm not fucking around anymore' from Cyn as Uzi overcomes her for a final time. I don't hate how she's now the host and containing the solver but I very much would have liked a explanation on how it all works. -J honestly either should of had more focus on that 'No escape even in death' bit or had a redemption. Not all characters need to survive or even become good, sometimes they can't get out of their ways. But that above line tells me all about why J refuses to cut herself off from Cyn. She's scared. Scared of being stuck in a tormenting loop. At least if she's working for her she wont be in constant emotional and physical pain for every iteration that Cyn decides to clone. She needed an emotional scene, a proper outburst, of why she's so scared. Honestly J just needed more scenes in general. Especially with Tessa and maybe even the scene where Cyn uses Tessa as a skin suit. Super dark but hooo boy I'd be terrified if I saw a friend suddenly get turned into a suit like how the hell do you even fight back against that??? Anyway that's just my thoughts. May or may not write a one shot, I'd re-write the whole show if I had the confidence but I'm more suited to short stories.

[cosmokyrin]

Hi there! Hope you're doing awesome! Quick question,I know we're only 2 episodes into Volume 9,but what's your take on the whole Penny situation? I was crushed when she first died in Volume 3,then excited to see her again in 7,then crushed again to see her die just 1 volume later,as I'm sure everyone was. I'm hopeful about 9 though,it's looking good,but one of my friends has been turned off by all the gut punches with Penny & everything else,& I'm watching the series through with another friend & I don't want them to get turned off the same way. I'm hoping for something but not sure what at this point.

ayoooo i just remembered this ask now that i have some time kjdflsd kek

Anyway regarding Penny!! The best girl ever /lh

I totally understand if one of your friends got turned off with what had happened to her character so far--- because two years ago I was in the exact same position lol. In fact I came to watch the first ep of V9 without any expectations nor as much interest as I did with V8. I was mostly curious as to what direction they'd be pushing the story into.

And hooo boy was I surprised! And I mean, the kind of "Oh shit I'm caught off-guard by all that Nuts and Dolts moments because it's so in-the-face what thE HELL". Exactly like V8 lmao. I know I'm now speaking about the ship but jfdfdskfj I also do mean Penny content. I caught up with RWBY V6 and V7 during the 2020 / V7 hiatus, and when the Penny content was suddenly given the spotlight, that gut-punched me too.

And yeah that's exactly what I'm seeing with V9. Two years of grieving not really having much canon material to speculate about Penny's direction as a character and the premiere of V9 gave me new hopes actually! From a better perspective, I'm a little more positive that the theories / suspicions that had been floating around the Nuts and Dolts / Penny fandom (since V8) are in the right direction. I'll be bold now when I say it, now that I have moved past the pains of V8 lol: Nuts and Dolts is a living ship, and I have 95% confidence when I say it's actually a canon pair now. The first two episodes especially emphasized this, and I trust CRWBY knows what they're doing with the implications of it. And because they're less likely to bury gays, aside from an entire thesis (no kidding lol) from the Nuts and Dolts nation on why Penny would come back, looking at what the show might be bringing (hopepunk, wlw, LGBTQIA+ reps) gives me a positive view of Penny's general direction as a character.

One of my friends / mutuals said it aptly when they mentioned that RWBY doesn't benefit much from being watched while airing, because as a fan of the show who painstakingly waits between hiatuses it might sometimes feel underwhelming when you've been expecting something big for so long. I've been here since 2013, but it gets better when you rewatch volumes at once especially before a new season premiere! If one gets the hints given by CRWBY right, there is a pay-off there (I had my moment here with Pietro in V8). So I guess technically that means it's better off changing one's mindset that whatever they do with characters / the story usually has a reason forward, but then it would take a while to really get there.