#i love that we’re half a year out and the tag is still this active though
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so many gifs. so. many.
#this is not a bad thing#just at this point i have no idea when i’ll actually ever catch up lol#i love that we’re half a year out and the tag is still this active though#the edits blog has a queue set up through may i think#and i keep hitting the 1k boundary for adding posts to it#i’ll be back to adding stuff to my own tonight !!#see you tomorrow !!!!!#lex talks
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i miss you, i’m sorry (j. jungkook)
nothing happened in the way i wanted
every corner of this house is haunted
and i know you said that we’re not talking
but i miss you, i’m sorry.
summary: the first time seeing each other after the breakup is always the hardest. but seeing each other when you're still in love? an absolute nightmare
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 2k
tags: angst, smoker!jk, brokenhearted!jk, equally as brokenhearted!reader, why did they even break up in the first place?, featuring reader’s bestfriend!jimin, also jimin is sexually ambiguous let's keep it that way please
warnings: none, alcohol/nic use but nothing too intense, kinda sad but it's a happy ending i promise
author’s note: idk why i keep making my fic names and stuff inspired by songs, i guess it just helps me beat writers block.
also i wrote this in second person, lmk if you guys prefer that over third. i personally find third person fics easier to write, but i'm sure second person is easier to read for some of you. enjoy my angels!
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Bars weren't really your thing.
If you were going to be honest, they were miles better than nightclubs, but still not your thing. It was something about the air that just rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps it was all the creepy old men that turned you off of them, or just the fact that there's not much to do besides sit, drink, sit some more, maybe play some pool and... sit.
Jimin, on the other hand, loved bars. He loved being able to sit there, look pretty, and watch as absolutely anyone and everyone flocked over to him to start a conversation. It admittedly fueled his ego, and he loved the feeling of being the center of attention. However, he didn't love being at bars alone. Being so drop-dead gorgeous meant that about twenty times the amount of creeps bothered him than the average bar patron. Many of them figured that a pretty boy like him was sitting there waiting to be swooped up by a sugar daddy. Let's get one thing straight – that wasn't him. He had plenty of money. He just wanted to have a little conversation, give a little kiss here and there maybe, and dip at the end of the night with his bar companion by his side.
Unfortunately for you, that bar companion was usually you. It was certainly a compliment for Jimin to want to bring you along with him instead of any of his other gazillions of friends and other social connections, but it was quite exhausting for you to be in a bar pretty much every day of every weekend. He liked the attention, but you didn't. If it were an empty room with nothing but you and a bottle of rum, you'd have a blast. But what bar in Itaewon was going to be like that?
Alas, here you were, sat at the end of a bar with your friend sitting next to you. Something about the light in the building made him look extra beautiful tonight, his skin shimmering like the most precious of diamonds and his eyes deep and full of allure. At the moment he was making small talk with a lady on the other side of him, one who was definitely at least twenty years his senior but didn't look a day past thirty. Sighing, you drop your head down to look at your drink, a half-full martini glass that held a rather disappointing cosmopolitan (you weren't a vodka fan anyway, it wasn't the bartender's fault).
You wanted to be home. That was the only place you ever wanted to be these days. At home, cuddling your darling kitty in bed, and sleeping your days away. Maybe a year ago you would have loved being out and about, but now it feels more like a burden than a fun activity. And you know that Jimin doesn't mean any harm in doing what he does, but seeing him talk with so many people over the course of the night and being so happy is almost a bit gut-wrenching for you because you can't be as happy as him.
You began to feel the blood rush to your ears and your face get warm. Something was wrong, you could sense it. Everyone has those gut instincts when something isn't quite right, and this wasn't just an instinct, it was like a neon sign. A neon sign that read DANGER. Perhaps it was just you feeling rather anxious and overwhelmed, but either way you were craving the comfort of your home.
"Hey, 'Minnie, can we-" Just as you turned to Jimin to softly ask him if you could go home or at the very least switch bars, you felt a presence behind you. It wasn't just an I'm here to order a drink presence, but rather an I'm here for you one. Realizing that Jimin wasn't even listening anyway, you froze, waiting to see what would happen. And that's when you heard a familiar voice that you thought you'd never hear again.
"Hey."
You didn't want to turn around. You tried to stay as still as a statuette for as long as possible, however the more you thought about the man behind you the more you felt the urge to turn around and take a bite of the forbidden fruit. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned until you were face-to-face with your ex, Jungkook.
"Want to talk outside?" Not yet looking at him directly, you hesitantly nodded before quickly looking back to Jimin and then standing up. You left your purse there, figuring that your friend would grab it if he changed locations, and began trailing after the tall tattooed figure that navigated his way toward the door.
As the two of you stepped out into the cool autumn air, you crossed your arms and leaned against the building. Your heart was between your ears at this point, buzzing at what felt like 200 beats a minute. It was stupid for you to have even left Jimin's side, you thought, because now you were alone with your ex of all people and God knows what this boy has up his sleeve.
"You look good," Jungkook said gently as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. "And I know what you're going to say, you're so full of it Kook, but I mean it."
"Since when have you started smoking?" You asked, ignoring his previous two statements and gesturing toward the pack in his hand. He shrugged. "Couple weeks after I last saw you maybe? Not a big deal."
"You know that stuff's bad for you."
"I don't think sitting here third-wheeling with Jimin and his beau of the night is any better."
"You don't know Jimin, don't act like you do," You said, completely taken aback and offended by the words coming out of his mouth. "And I'm having a good time, thank you very much."
"Doesn't seem like it. Weren't you about to ask him if you guys could leave?"
"I was having- What?- Is there a reason you asked to talk to me out here?" You were struggling to form a complete sentence. This man always knew how to leave you speechless, but now it was just irritating. You watched as Jungkook leaned back onto the building with you and shook his head, giving you a toothy grin before lighting the cigarette in his mouth. "Nah. Just figured you'd have more fun out here talking to me and getting a break from it all."
"You know he's waiting for me, right? I should go back inside." You stand back up straight and begin walking back into the bar, however you feel a warm hand wrap gently around your wrist and tug you back. "Hey hey hey," Jungkook called. "He'll survive a few minutes without you. Just chill with me. I'm not asking you for anything, just a second of your time."
You turned to face your ex-lover, your eyes finally meeting his for the first time that night. Even after all this time of being apart, those beautiful doe eyes still yearned for you, and yours for him. With a shaky sigh, you brush his hand away and return to where you were standing. "Exes don't hang out like this, Jungkook."
"Woah, you're pulling out the full government name on me now?" The boy teased, puffing a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "Should I be offended?"
"I'm setting boundaries," You crossed your arms and kicked at the ground beneath you. "Nicknames are for friends or more than friends, which we aren't."
"We aren't strangers either though."
"That doesn't matter. Not friends."
"Alright, fine," Giving up, Jungkook looked down at his hand and flexed it awkwardly. "Just trying to be friendly."
"Friendly?!" You said frantically, finally having enough of his antics. "You don't need to be friendly. We broke up and that's the end of it. Exes aren't friends. They go their separate ways and when they see each other again – if they see each other – they ignore each other. I don't get why you're doing this psychological warfare bullshit on me."
"Exes can be friends," He breathed out in protest. "Can you even tell me why we broke up in the first place?"
You remained silent. The truth was that you didn't know why you broke up either. It had been almost a year since the whole ordeal went down, and you were still confused more than anything else, even more than you were hurt. All you can remember is that you guys went through some bullshit ‘mutual breakup’ that apparently neither of you wanted in the first place. The only reason you even agreed to it is because somewhere within you, you felt like perhaps you weren’t deserving of such a wonderful relationship. And the only reason Jungkook agreed to it is because he thought that it’s what you wanted.
"No, seriously. What went wrong? What did I do? I just want some closure..." His voice became increasingly softer as he kept speaking, which only meant one thing. You stared at the ground intensely, refusing to look up and see his teary eyes.
You felt his hand gently wrap around yours and tug on it as a plea for your attention. Jungkook was your weakness, the only person you'd willingly do anything for, and he really loved to take advantage of that without even realizing he was.
You peered up at him hesitantly, worried that you'd find yourself in tears the second you saw the ones pouring from his eyes. Sure enough, when the eye contact began, you were driving yourself forward into his strong arms and dampening his shirt with your tears.
Jungkook's embrace felt the same as it did the last time you felt it. It was still so warm, so inviting, so loving. Never once did you feel unsafe in his arms and this moment was not an exception. As you sobbed into his shirt you felt his hand move from around your waist to the top of your head, stroking your hair gently.
The two of you stood there for what seemed like hours, simply letting all emotion out while enjoying the company of one another. While Jungkook has been exceptionally transparent in expressing the fact that he's heartbroken about the situation between the two of you, it's safe to say that you feel equally as devastated. This man was once the love of your life and the only one you ever needed, but now everything about him except for his embrace feels foreign. This was someone you once saw yourself building a life with, but now it's shattering to think that he has a life after you.
You pulled away after a while, refusing to make eye contact as you wiped the tears from your eyes. This all felt entirely pointless. It was obvious that nothing went wrong in the relationship yet here you were, no longer in one. You couldn't begin to imagine what Jungkook had been going through since you guys broke up considering the fact that for you, your entire world turned upside down.
"I'm sorry," You managed to choke out before you felt Jungkook's hand gently guide your face up to look at his. You watched him stare at you for a moment, taking in your features, before his lips began to curl into a soft smile. "Mmm. Yeah. You're way too pretty to let slip through my fingers."
Feeling your face turn hot as a blush crept to your cheeks, you let out a soft giggle before you were cut off by a familiar pair of lips meeting yours.
"JUNGKOOK?" You heard a voice call out. The two of you pulled apart, eyes wide. Shit. You forgot about Jimin.
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Sorry, I Love You - Part 3
I think some of you were looking for this?
Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?
C/W: WAR, fighting, guns, anxiety
Word Count: 1,800
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Part 2
The explosion of brick and mortar behind you leaves your ears ringing. The drone strike you’d called in had saved your life, but the impact zone was a little too close for comfort. Looking around at the small pieces of debris raining down, you shrug your shoulders and can’t help but think that these pieces of rock are far more preferable than the bullets that it had been only moments ago.
You’ve bounced from place to place, helping out where you’re wanted – a few negotiations here, a few training courses there. You’ve been assisting SHIELD allies around the world for the last half of a year, hoping that the time and distance was helping Bucky get over your fuck up.
Not that you aren’t still in love with him – you knew you loved him then, and it hadn’t gone away. Even after the radio silence since you last spoke to him in the kitchen.
You’ve been in contact with all the other Avengers since you left. Obviously you called Nat and Wanda as often as you could, and Steve every other time, and Sam when you needed someone to really talk to about situations like the one you’re in now. You’re looking forward to actually seeing everyone when you get out of this mess.
A static crackle permeates through your still ringing ears. Assuming it’s the commanding officer in charge of this mission, you give your head a little shake and a rough smack to your temple in order to clear the sound.
When sound comes flooding back in, you press a finger to your in-ear communication device. “What was that, ma’am?”
“I said,” a distinctly male voice responds, “on your left.”
Your eyes light up at Steve’s voice in your ear. You peek over what’s left of the wall you’re hiding behind just in time to see him running full speed and leaping over your cover to land beside you. You holster your weapons and throw your arms around his wide shoulders, happy to see your friend in the flesh for the first time in what feels like forever. Steve puts one arm around you, the one holding the shield rising to deflect shots coming towards the two of you.
“‘Ma’am’!” someone laughs in your ear. “Man, that’s hilarious. It’s been so long that she’s forgotten what you sound like, Cap.”
You laugh along, happy to hear Sam’s teasing. “It hasn’t been that long, Sammy. My ears just weren’t working when he said it.”
“I obviously need to work on my timing,” Steve sighs good-naturedly. Your smile widens further when you pull away to look at his face. He smiles down at you. “It’s good to see ya, kid.”
“You too, Cap.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like we’re busy with something right now,” Sam grumbles jokingly as he flies over where you and Steve are to land on a rooftop just across the alley.
You step away from Steve completely to cup your hands up to your mouth and shout up at Sam, “It’s good to see you, too, buddy!” He bats his hand at you dismissively, taking off again as someone takes a shot at his position.
Your smile refuses to leave your face as you turn back to Steve and motion for him to follow. You dual wield your pistols and get back in the fray, Steve running at your side.You turn a corner and take down three enemies that were coming toward you, gathering ammo from their belts.
“So,” you start, “to what do I owe the pleasure, boys?”
“Do we need a reason to come see a friend?” Steve asks mock innocently.
“You do if said friend is in the middle of an active war zone.” You prop a hand on your hip to sass at Steve, pointing the other one over your shoulder and fire at the single combatant coming up behind you. They go down with a heavy thump. Steve lifts a brow.
You shrug self-assuredly, knowing that you’ve got great skills and not afraid to show it. You direct Steve further across the battlefield, making your way towards where the enemies have hunkered down.
“So?” You question again as you both settle inside a building that is miraculously still standing. “Are you going to make me ask Sam?”
“You go right ahead and ask me, baby girl,” Sam coos in your ear. You laugh delightedly and smile at Steve.
Steve sighs and shakes his head. “Let’s discuss this when we’re not about to die, alright?”
“10-4, good buddy.” You give Steve a proper salute and run away cackling, high on the feeling of having your friends with you again.
***
Hours later, you’re sitting in the medical tent, getting patched up. The nurse delicately pulls the needle and thread through the flesh of your upper arm, murmuring an apology when you flinch. You assure her not to worry, you wanted to save the numbing agent for the other soldiers that were hurt worse than you, anyway.
You look away from her kind but tired eyes when Steve and Sam part the entrance and walk into the tent. You smile up at them as they come to stand before your seated position. Sam grins and slaps an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side.
The nurse chides him gently, asking you to please keep still. You apologize to her and shove Sam away, laughing at his fake-hurt expression.
“So boys,” you try again. “What brings you to my temporary corner of the world?”
Steve diverts his attention away from you to address the nurse still at your side.
“How long does she need to recover, nurse?” He asks her.
“Oh, she’s fine,” the nurse replies, finished with your sutures. She turns away to pack up her kit. “It’s just a scratch.”
Turning back around to you, she says, “Just as long as you don’t lift anything too heavy. Okay, honey?”
You nod reassuringly at her and jump off the bed. “Will do, Marta. Thanks!”
Joining the boys, you slap them each on their shoulders as you pass by. “Come on, since you’re being so secretive. Let’s go to my tent.”
You journey across camp, leading Steve and Sam to the bunks you share with a couple other women. Everyone is in the mess hall having a late dinner, so you’ve all got a few minutes to speak in private.
You flop down on your cot, fluffing your pillow behind you and bringing your favorite blanket up and over your lap. You scoot your feet backwards until you can circle your arms around your knees and lean your chin on them.
“Out with it, Stevie.”
Steve sighs and takes a seat on the cot across from you, Sam sitting beside your feet.
“Before you start freaking out –” Steve says, holding his hands up in a hold on, wait a minute gesture, “Nat is fine.”
“Nat!” you exclaim, lifting your head in alarm. “What happened to Nat? Is she okay?”
“Hey, he literally just said not to freak out,” Sam interjects, elbowing you in the shins. You kick lightly at him to get him to stop.
“She’s fine,” Steve repeats. “It’s just that her mission is taking a lot longer than we had originally anticipated.”
Phew, you think to yourself. You narrow your eyes at Steve before saying, “Don’t worry me like that, dude.”
Steve rolls his eyes exasperatedly. “I told you she was fine up front.”
You cross your arms over your knees and let out a huff as you place your chin on your forearms. You decide to let Steve say what he needs to say.
“Anyway,” he continues. “That means we need help with the next mission.”
“Okay?” You respond questioningly. “You know I don’t mind coming back, it’s just…”
You glance between Steve and Sam, letting the name hang in the air between you. Sam snatches it up and speaks it into existence.
“Bucky.”
You nod your head slowly and grimace. “Yeah.”
“Look,” Sam says, “I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but that man’s been –”
Steve abruptly cuts him off. “Sam. Don’t.”
“And why the hell not?” Sam counters. “It’s not like she’s the one that screwed it up.”
You reach over and gently pat Sam on the leg, ending the argument between the two men before it can begin. “It’s alright, Sam.” You retract your hand, settling your legs into a criss-cross and worrying your fingers in your lap. You nibble on your lip before saying, “It kind of is my fault, though.”
“Bullshit,” he grumbles and crosses his arms. The material of his t-shirt stretches across his back and chest with the movement. You smile appreciatively, happy that Sam is always on your side, and rub your palm across his shoulder blades in a soothing motion. “Everything is always the Tin Man’s fault.”
“Sam,” you chide. “You can’t say things like that unless he’s here to argue with you.”
Sam harrumps and stops talking.
You finally turn back to Steve. “You know I only left to give him some space. As long as me being on this mission won’t bother him, you know I’ll do it.”
“That’s the thing…” Steve raises his hand to rub at the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. You lift a brow, not liking the hesitation. “This is the undercover mission we were going to send you on.”
Your heart plummets in your chest hearing Steve’s words. A spark of anxiety burrows into your stomach, making you slightly nauseated.
“Ah, that’s – uh…” You really don’t know what to say in response. Your mind spins, running through all the possible scenarios of reuniting with Bucky before he’s ready. Before you’re both ready.
Based on Bucky’s previous reactions, none of them turn out well.
You start picking at a hangnail on your finger, not meeting their eyes. Sam places his hand on your knee and squeezes gently. “Does Bucky…?” you begin.
“Ohhh yeah,” Sam chuckles, “he knows. Man, you should have seen Steve’s face when Buck asked –”
Steve’s long-suffering sigh cuts Sam off. He stands abruptly and walks the two paces to your cot, settling his hand on your shoulder and forcing you to look up into his eyes. “It’s not our place to tell you anything, Y/N. You and Buck can figure things out when we arrive back at base.”
“And when will that be?” You question, hoping beyond hope that you’ve got your dates wrong and the undercover mission isn’t actually set to begin two days from now.
“As soon as you’re packed,” Steve responds.
He claps your shoulder and turns to grab Sam. Steve ushers him out to allow you the privacy to pack up your belongings.
Part 4
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Buddie in S8 and Slow Burns:
so those of you who follow me or see my posts popping up in the buddie tags know that i am still apprehensive of believing that we will actually get buddie canon in s8. tim has done too much to destroy my trust in him as a writer, and the show has baited us with buddie far too many times for me to easily take anything as a “clear/obvious sign that buddie is happening” when it is just as likely that we are being clowned yet again
that being said, IF we get buddie canon, it needs to happen fairly quickly. I have seen a lot of people saying things like “I don’t want buddie to go canon until the s8 finale” which, i disagree with.
I know a lot of people are saying this because they want a mutual pining era, but i don’t think these people are grasping the fact that if they waited until the finale, that is 18 episodes of tv to fill with something of substance for buddie. Another eighteen episodes; almost eighteen hours of tv. Even with a mutual pining era, that is far too long for them to continue dragging this story out.
Yes, i know that if they are going for a slow burn, that that takes time, but good lord it’s been 6 seasons of actively building up to a relationship… they’ve had six years of stalling, they need to go ahead and fucking commit to it, not take 18 more agonizing episodes of them dragging their feet. If you commit to them having acknowledged feelings for each other, they don’t need more than one or two episodes of mutual pining before it would start getting old.
realistically, we could have a fully fleshed out queer arc for eddie AND mutual pining leading to buddie canon within 8a. 8 or 9 episodes is MORE than enough time to build up to that with what they have to work with— they’ve reached the point for conceivably going canon so many times that it feels like there isn’t any build anymore; it feels like they’ve parked the bus a half mile from the station, and have started doing a thorough inspection on all the parts after driving almost the whole distance.
i know we love drama and angst and slow burns— that’s the appeal of buddie as a ship; but this slowburn has been way beyond fully cooked since s4, and there is no need to keep cooking it (unless they’re just baiting us, which in that case we need to decide when enough is enough and call it a day on this show)
this is not a fanfic that has no expiration date. this show isn’t going to last forever. i ship buddie because i want to actually see them navigating a relationship— i don’t ship them to be edged for 7 years just for them to go canon for one singular episode. i want to see them bask in each other’s love, i want to see them living together with the happiness they’ve been chasing their whole lives, i want to see them encounter speedbumps, and go through hardships together. That is why i ship characters. The chase is fun for a while, but I actually want to see what happens once the chase is over, and them going canon in the last episode is not narratively satisfying to me, and at this point feels like a copout for the writers.
We don’t know how long past s8 this show will last. we don’t even know if we’re getting a s9, let alone more. it’s already unheard of for tv shows to reach this longevity post-2016, we can’t just go into each season assuming that we still have all the time in the world for them to give us buddie. the reality is we don’t have all the time in the world, and this is the make-or-break season.
we don’t need 18 more episodes of stagnant growth. if they’re going to give us buddie, they need to stop dragging it out and just give it to us if they actually intend to, not cop-out and give us a last minute kiss in the season/possible series finale.
anyway, getting off my soapbox for now, but i just wanted to get those thoughts off my chest.
#911 abc#911#911 on abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie#buddie 911#buck and eddie#911 buddie#edimh#edimh rambles#eddie diaz is my husband
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a/n: based off of this piece I wrote literally like not even an hour ago I’m obsessed with these two. happy early Valentine’s Day to all 🤍
tags: gojo x f!reader, slowburn, reader is an older sister raising her brother and Satoru comes in, sort of like found family au, mentions of readers brother having an infection/going to the er and Satoru comforts reader, slight angst there but fluff at the end (inspired by this)
Satoru doesn’t know when it was he loved you.
He thinks maybe it was the time you answered one of his lonely late night calls. When the moon is faint and the silence too loud for his liking. the floor is too cold and he thinks he’s nothing but a man, with blankets that can’t give him the warmth he seeks. Only those but your words can warm a home, and when he finishes talking to you that night, he feels like maybe there is something to look forward to.
But that was before he met you, the real you in flesh and bone. He wasn’t blessed hearing the sound of your laugh inside the same room, only through landline, and he wasn’t blessed with seeing you blush. He didn’t know how holy it would be be to hold your hand, or how fulfilled he felt when he drove you home after a night full of laughter. No, it wasn’t then.
It could have started when he saw how troubled you were after your sprained ankle that he sent an order of your favorite food to you and your brothers door. He also sent a pack of ice wraps that could help your ankle according to ichiji who always had foot problems and was an expert himself. but that wasn’t it.
Or maybe it was when he heard your distraught call, your brother’s fever had not decreased after 3 days and he had spent most of his days sleeping. He thinks it was then when he loved you, when he helped carry your 10 year old brother into the ER waiting for the doctors to give you reports. He had consoled you that night, your hair was messy and your shirt two days old as you cried into his chest. “I’m such a failure,” you cried into him, “mom... if only mom-”
“You’re doing such a great job, sweetheart.” He tells you, rubbing your back, holding you tight. “I can see it and your mom can too. You love him, and you’ve been doing everything you could, no one can deny it.” He tells you.
“I’ve never met anyone who actively measures every cup or hour, you haven’t slept for days, angel. We’re okay, we’re at the doctor’s. He’s in good hands, okay? I’m here.”
He remembered how you nodded against him and how it broke his heart seeing your tear stained face. It turned out your brother had a minor infection that medication given to him that night lowered all of his fever overnight. He stayed with you that night.
But it wasn’t then.
He found a new sense of love for you after he offered to fix your door. It was late winter, cold air would enter your loose door, and he offered to close a gap within the door that a few screws could fix. Of course, why not change your lock into something safer while he was at it? And if your brother was here too, why not show him too? Serves as a learning experience, and he liked the kid.
When he finished fixing your door, your smile made him feel proud, almost nudging at him to look for something else in your apartment that was broken that he could fix, but before he could do anything else, you spoke. “I thought about making you something. You know, to thank you for fixing my door.” That day, he learned to love your cooking, no matter how small or elaborate. If it was made by you, he would love it.
It finally struck him that he loved you when you were in the comfort of your own home. Your brother long asleep in his room as satoru watched you cook some late night dinner. The two of you had gone out eating, but were both half heartedly dissatisfied with the portions. Still hungry, you suggested making something in your home.
“I told you I could help you,” he gently nudges then pouts at your soft laugh as you stand before the stove.
“I know, but what’s the fun of it since I can’t spoil you, hm?” You smile.
“You should be angry at me, I picked a terrible restaurant.”
“Maybe I should,” you muse, “but I’m not. Maybe I’ll give you the burnt piece, how does that sound?”
“You should be crueler,” he sighs dramatically, “make me do the dishes or something.”
“Maybe. Or how about I don’t kiss you for the night instead?” he gasps dramatically.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I could...”
“That’s too mean.”
“You think?”
“Yeah,” he huffs, setting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you cook. His arms nicely wrap around your waist. “You’re too pretty.”
“And you’re too...” you huff, melting into his embrace, “sweet.”
“Yeah?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.
“Yeah.” You breathe, closing your eyes as your bloodstream fills with euphoria as does his. Satoru buries his face against the part where your shoulder and neck meet before pressing a kiss there.
“I love you.”
#gojo#Satoru#jjk#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#jujustu kaisen#gojo satoru headcanons#gojo satoru imagines#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen satoru gojo#Satoru gojo#JJK gojo#jjk Satoru#toru#gojo headcanons
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just keep swimming - ART DONALDSON! short blurb
description- ever since y/n moved in to a new house with a pool, the caretaking of the pool started to take a toll on their schedule and something had to change. their pool company offers to send a pool boy out for maintenance. unfortunately for y/n, he’s blonde and SUCH a charmer. a universe where art probably never went to summer tennis tournaments and instead was a gorgeous pool boy!
warnings- 18+ (vulgar language) but really just so much flirting!! i'll decide later if I want to write smut if you all like this so far :)
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Summer came around again like clockwork. I can tell by the way the sun torches the pavement and the bugs fly around you no matter where you are. I had just moved in about half a year ago, and unpacking has been slow. Usually my Saturday afternoons are for cleaning and organizing, and even clad in shorts and a tee shirt with my hair tied up, I was still sweating. On my pathway to the kitchen, I pass my sliding door window out to the backyard. All I see is my covered up, likely hideous underneath, swimming pool. Annoyance etched my features. I've been avoiding the pool because I just got a new job as well and my schedule has been busier than I ever imagined it being. The idea of chopping off the time to take care of the pool myself this summer seemed like such a hassle. Setting my laundry basket down with a plop, I look up the nearest pool service company and give them a quick call. The representative assured me they’d send out one or two “fellas” out tomorrow, as the gruff old man told me during our conversation. I’ve been swimming all my life. My parents taught me to swim really young, and I continued competitively throughout college. I am as much fish as I am human. It was only natural that when I searched for my own place at 25, I wanted a pool to continue my love for the activity. However, the relief that flew through me when the call was finished was enough to allow me to move to the next room to clean.
THE NEXT DAY was somehow even hotter, if it was possible. Once showered and dressed for the days events, I was making my lunch and watching my comfort show when there was a knock on the door.
“Oh great, those must be the pool cleaners", I thought to myself.
Giving a quick glance at my appearance, I was satisfied with opening the door. Smooth, shaved legs, blue denim shorts, and a yellow tank top with sandals seemed to be appropriate for guests in the back yard to me. Upon opening the door, there are two older aged gentleman a decade or so older than me.
“Hello Ma'am! We’re Marcus and Devin and uh…”
One turns around with eyes squinted from the sun and gestures back to the service van where there is a figure messing around in the trunk with heavy equipment or something.
“That’s Art back there in the van, new intern.” Says Marcus, who I now can see the name tag of.
“Well alrighty! Thanks so much for coming, let me show you out back and assess the damage.” I take them out through the side yard and show them the monstrosity of a chore I've been putting off.
The two gentleman eventually wrestle the pool cover off and look around to see what needs to be done. They're talking amongst themselves, and hopefully it's not too much of a big project. Having an in ground pool was a luxury and I knew it. Thats why I was so appreciative of them coming out. They told me in general how much it was gonna cost, and said they’re ready to start whenever the intern made his way on over.
“Well I will leave you guys to it, knock if you need anything! In a hour or so I might bring out some lemonade for you all, it’s so hot!” I say, shooting them a smile. They beam appreciatively and I set for inside.
Busying myself while people were making loud, machine sounds in my back yard was harder than I thought. I liked to watch it all get done. But in general, watching people out of the window was frowned upon. After I finished eating my sandwich, I decided the best use of my time would be to just veg out in the living room. After roughly three or four episodes of a show pass, I figure it's time to make my signature lemonade and bring it out to them. These gentleman won't know what hit them. I've been complimented on my lemonade recipe before, so I was excited to see the final opinion. Setting four glasses on a wooden tray, I make my way out of the front door and around the side yard, as to not walk right up into their space by using the sliding door. I don't get very far into my backyard before I almost drop the tray of lemonade because I collided abruptly with a body. A warm one. Pool company shirt drenched in sweat, I looked up at the figure obstructing my path. I was met with someone roughly around my age, maybe a year or two younger. A simply gorgeous man, one of paler complexion, but sporting a full, fluffy head of blonde hair. So bright it makes the sun look like a dying flashlight. His eyes were so breathtaking and his lips looked so soft and pink, he was a sight to be had. When he smiled at me before he opened his mouth to apologize, that was even brighter. I step back and laugh sheepishly.
"I am so sorry!" That barely gets out out my mouth because this beautiful pool man standing before me says,
"Holy shit, I am so sorry are you okay?".
He backs up, and gives me a once over. Something that was probably just him making sure I wasn't hurt or covered in ice cold lemonade. But the once over brought out some sort of stirring in me, and I questioned if my outfit was actually okay or not because now it mattered that the man in front of me liked what he saw. The genuine concern in his voice was refreshing to hear though, so I recover from the initial embarrassment.
“Yeah I’m fine, it’s alright! I'm Y/N, Y/L/N, I own the place.” My cheeks blush because now I’ve bumped into the most beautiful man and he’s here to clean my pool. It almost looks like he smirks at my coloration. But it could've been the sun's glare playing tricks on me.
“Lovely pool you got out there ma’am. And yard too while we’re at it.” He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his forearm and sticks that same arm out to shake. Watching a sweaty hardworking man was one of my favorite past times, and the fact that he used the same hand made me insanely hot in the face. His hands in mine feel firm, but respectful.
“I’m... uh, Art Donaldson, by the way. Im the…”
“The intern?” I tease.
He gives a look of panic when he whips his head around and shouts to his older crew mates.
“I told you guys to stop introducing me like that!”
I can hear deep chuckling somewhere in my backyard and I smile at the interaction between the three gentlemen. Art spins back around to me, laughs, and rolls his eyes.
“Sorry about those guys. They mean well of course. I think they’re just jealous of my amazing pool skills. What I was going to say, is that I’m the person who’s going to be doing routine checks once we clean it out completely. Every three weeks I come back without my two friends over there, and I deep clean and treat the water. Or more often, if you want to upgrade your plan. ”
These words weighed on me. This man would be in my back yard by himself and I had the option to make it more often? I would be lying if I said I wasn’t considering it. But having him around so often would be a personal distraction right?
“Well thanks for being my pool cleaner I really appreciate it. I love to swim but I’ve just been so busy lately and I haven’t had the time to maintain it.” I tell the guy, hopefully not looking as upset as I really feel. He looks at me in a way I can’t decipher.
“Don’t worry about it you did the right thing calling us.” He says, offering a stunning smile. Not sure where to go from there, his eyes shoot anywhere but mine it seems, and lands on the lemonade tray in my hand.
“Oh my god please tell me that is for us I am sweating like a dog out here.”
He leans his head over and shakes his blonde curly hair that I am already fond of and I watch as the droplets drip down on my patio brick. My throat hitches at the strange sexiness of the action and I awkwardly cough it out and hand him a glass.
“My speciality! Enjoy.”
He basically chugs it and leaves a cliche and comical "Ahh", after the sip.
"Thank you, it's amazing", he says out of breath from the gigantic sip he took and grins.
"It's just so hot out here ya know?", he spoke softly, lolling his head to the side and glancing up and down at me with a smile that punched me in the gut. Whether he's talking about me or the weather was really up to debate with the look he gave me.
Art looks down at his lemonade, and back at me. Well, back at my tits it feels like.
"Matches your tank top", he says nonchalantly
Then Art grabs the tray from my hands, something I wasn't expecting. When the exchange happens, our fingers brush over one another's. We snap our heads up at the same time and look at each other. The electric jolt of his touch and the comment about my choice in clothing made my brain spin. He smiled to himself, like I wasn't supposed to see that one.
"Let me take these to them for you. See you around Y/N." He turns around but doesn't get far before shouting,
"LEMONADE! GET YOUR FRESH LEMONADE!"
I spin around to go back inside but not before laughing at this energetic, and playful man romping around my yard to give his coworkers my lemonade.
An hour goes by and now that I know what Art looks like, the itch to look out the window was increasingly difficult to resist. Eventually I cave and pull back the curtains slightly and look down at the back yard from my bedroom window and see them out there, standing on the perimeter of the hollow ground. They're almost finished actually, just about ready to turn the water pump on if I had any guess. I spot Art easily, and watch as he lifts up a heavy trailer cart of material away from the pool and to what I assume is the front yard to take to the van. He stops his trek and drops his cart and though I can't hear him too well from the upper floor, it seems as if he lets out an expletive.
"FUCK it's hot." It sounds like.
In a matter of milliseconds, Art's company shirt gets tore off and all that's left is a devastatingly handsome body, covered in sweat from working in the conditions. He looks like can use a dip in the pool himself he's so hot. Nothing could've prepared me for seeing him shirtless in my back yard, but yet here we were. It was bordering on ogling at this point, but the abs to blonde hair ratio nearly made me collapse. I guess I picked the right time to do this because Art looks up at the window AS IF he knew I was watching. His face brightens up at the sight of me, sees where my eyes landed and smiles to himself. Then waves to me with the shirt in hand and I wave shyly back and watch the man return to his journey with the cart of heavy things. I start to tear my eyes away from the window and retreat, pretending I wasn't checking out the man who will be cleaning my pool for the next short while. But not before noticing a boyish smirk placed on his lips as he turns out of vision. Having a beautiful pool boy in my yard was going to be a lot harder than I think I would ever anticipate.
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let me know what you guys think! i wrote it for fluffy long hair art but the gif i chose matched the hot summer day and sweat aspect of this blurb.
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#art donaldson#mike faist#challengers#challengers movie#art#josh oconnor#zendaya#art donaldson fic#mike faist you are beautiful#team art
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I Will Go To You Like The First Snow
pairing : annabeth chase x percy jackson
word count : 765
tags : angst, dead percy jackson, grief/mourning, no dialogue, post-tartarus, post-house of hades annabeth chase-centric
!! notice !! : this fic was written on november 1st, 2023; it was originally posted on what's now my main but i have no idea if you can transfer posts from a primary to an alt,,,, sooo,,,,
cross posted from ao3
Before she had him, she didn’t realize the world she was in was this bright. Now he was gone.
She stared out the window, cheek resting against the icy glass, her breath turning to fog and clouding the transparency of the pane. It had been such a long time—years—since she stayed at Camp Half-Blood year-round. With her being the only occupant of Cabin #6, and with the absence of Percy, everything was so, so quiet. Deafeningly quiet.
She studied shrubs that patterned the forest outside of the Athena cabin. The pretty flowers had withered, though she knew that they would soon flourish beneath the gentle touch of the spring’s sun, blooming once more. The season of him would never come again.
Annabeth recalled everybody’s pitiful gaze, unwilling to look her in the eye as if she were an active grenade, ready to explode and wreak havoc at any given moment. She remembered the way Grover clung to her like she was going to disappear next, the way he sobbed into her shoulder and left stains of his tears on her sleeve. She missed being able to cry into Percy’s shirt like that.
She remembered the way Piper had pulled her into the tightest, most loving hug and told her that she was there for her. Annabeth remembered how warm she felt. It warmed every part of her but her hollowed chest. She appreciated the gesture when Piper told her that she knew how loving Percy was, but she didn’t know. Not like Annabeth did, never like Annabeth did.
She remembered the way Thalia kissed her cheek and told her how strong she was. Annabeth didn’t want to feel strong, though. She wanted to come home after a long, exhausting day and be able to fall limp into Percy’s arms like a ragdoll, melting into his touch knowing that he would never take advantage of her vulnerability. Thalia embraced her tightly and called her strong. Annabeth wasn’t strong. She was a husk of the woman she once was.
She remembered the way she saw Nico cry for the first time. It was like watching him slowly regress back into his 10-year-old self, sobbing into the sleeve of his sweater, saying it was his own fault. She held his hands and told him it would be okay, but she knew it wouldn’t and he knew it wouldn’t. Later that day, she watched Will cradle Nico in his arms gingerly. Annabeth bitterly wondered if they would be able to get the happy ending that she was promised.
Promise.
Annabeth remembered when she was dangling at the mouth of Tartarus, darkness dragging her down into the hollow. The way she clung onto his hand, trembling and weak, but clinging. “We’re staying together,” he said, with such sincerity that she wondered if he had ascended from Elysium, pure love wrapped in blue ribbon for her. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”
Percy promised her. He swore to her. And it had been shattered into trillions of pieces, enamorment reduced to nothingness. Utter, complete, nothingness.
Annabeth remembered all the anger she felt towards Percy. Every dumb, life-risking stunt he pulled in favor of saving her life, every time a girl tried to flirt with him, every little thing that irked her. She took all the better moments for granted, never savoring how lucky she was, how perfect her situation was before it was torn from her hands no matter how hard she tried to hold on.
Before she let go of him, she didn’t realize that the world she was in was this lonely.
The snow descended from the sky still. Annabeth fluttered her eyes shut and tried to envision where she would go once she would die. All she saw behind shut eyelids was him. The tousled sable hair, the sun-kissed freckles that flit across his blushed cheeks, the tanned skin patterned with scars that silently spoke of his strength and devotion, the hypnotizing smile with those dimples that poked into the sides of his face, the sparkling sea-green eyes that spoke of a million years' worth of love. Annabeth wondered when she would be able to cup his cheeks in her hands like she did before and brush the hair out of his face and admire how much she absolutely adored him, when she would be able to wrap her arms around his warm body and feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating against her chest.
Some day, they’ll meet again.
And she will go to him like the first snow.
She will go to him.
a/n : hope you enjoyed ^_^ i love ailee's music sm and her voice always makes me tear up </33 im gonna be real honest i wrote this for a hot minute thinking i was cooking and then i put it through a word counter and was like ಠ_ಠ... but im still proud of it and i hope u like reading this as much as i liked writing it !!! :P
#pjo#heroes of olympus#percy jackon and the olympians#percyjacksonandtheolympians#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson#trials of apollo#hoo#rick riordan#riordanverse#percabeth#percy and annabeth#percy x annabeth#dead percy#depressing shit#angst#angst fic
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💛Smoshblr December Asks Final Day💙
IMPORTANT NOTES (that I forgot to include in todays ask):
If you aren't done with answering all your questions yet, but want to; then don't feel any pressure to do this today ���� Just bc it says december on the tin, doesn't mean I will appreciate getting your answer any less, if it's in late january or smth 🫶
also: I promise I will get around to looking at & interacting with everyone's responses! I promise I did not forget about you, I have just been/still am incredibly busy irl 🙈
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Alright, buckle in folks, this is a long one 😅✨
(Split into three parts like the other asks; No pressure to any of you to do the same tho, I just really like this format and it suited my thoughts/organizing needs)
My favourite smosh related memories of 2023 (chronologically):
Tldr:
1.) Joining the smoshblr community 💚
2.) Spommy nation 💜
3.) Smoshblr December Asks 💛💙
now for anyone who is interested in me rambling way too much:
Joining the Smoshblr community 💚
I got into smosh at the start of this year bc of the Reddit stories videos (I watched a couple smosh vids over the years before, but never consistently followed their releases). They became smth I looked forward to every week and lead me to check out more smosh videos in general! I also remember checking the tumblr tag for smosh back then and being a little disappointed, that the fandom was fairly inactive, barring a few exceptions <3
And then the reunion happened and it took me like 3 whole days or so to actually realizewhat went down 🙈. Bc I saw the thumbnails for the interview and the 2t1l vids and was just like “Aww, it’s so nice that they are friends again and doing a collab! 😊 (I’ll watch these later tho…)” Little did I know that finally watching them would turn my year around in a way that I could have never seen coming!
Suddenly the Smoshblr community exploded with activity and so so many lovely ppl joined and started sharing their thoughts and feelings about the reunion. And while I wasn’t an OG fan by any stretch, it really felt like there was magic in the air/ on this platform! 😹💕
I’ve been into fandom for more than half of my life by now. But I’ve never really gotten “personally” involved in any active communities. Just someone hovering on the sidelines and simply liking & reblogging stuff from time to time.
But with this community smth just started to click for me and made me to get “more out of my shell” or whatever idioms might apply here. And this allowed me to meet so many awesome people!! 💖 Special shoutout to @wiggog-y-hecox 💜, who was literally my first friend in this community! I still so fondly remember our talks about your cool smosh AU concepts! 🤗💙 And also to @swiftllama 🩵 for discussing so many taylor swift lyrics and ianthony with me (+occasionally good omens too 😹💕) And also @japhan2023! 💚 I know we’ve been chatting on and off since the beginning, but I am also so so happy that this month in particular allowed us to grow even closer!
2. Spommy nation 💜
So we’re moving into the middle/end of summer now on the timeline for this one. I was in the middle of writing my bachelor thesis and really going through it mentally bc of that. Getting deeper and deeper into the Smoshblr community also lead me to check out more smosh fanfics in general. Which is how I discovered the fic the right side of my neck (still smells like you) - jovenshires (imdeansgirl) - Smosh [Archive of Our Own] by our beloved @jovenshires 🩷.
Now I’ve told Katie <3 this story before so I’ll keep it brief here; but basically smth about this fic was incredibly comforting to my overworked brain. And I’ve reread it more times that I’ve ever read a fanfic in my life before that. And I truly think it has forever changed my brain chemistry, and also made me very attached to this ship (aside from the fact, that spommy is genuinely such an amazingly adorable ship with incredible amounts of potential, like!! I don’t wanna downplay that bc of the chemical reactions in my brain around that time 🙈) Some more stuff happened which eventually lead me to become friends with Katie, who is truly one of the ppl I treasure the most in the world at this point 💖
But I also wanted to mention Spommy nation as a whole, bc this subsection of the fandom is filled with so many kind, creative and just generally amazing people!And I also just love all of us freaking out whenever we get new crumbs for this ship lmao 😹💕
Special shoutouts to @soupy-girl 💛, Kit! @hoohoobeanie 🖤, Mer!!! @tommybowefuneralattendee 💜, @ancientvamp 🤍 & Snel @blondeforyou 💙 for being some of spommy’s nations strongest soldiers 🫡 and also absolutely lovely and incredible people in general, who I adore so so much🫶🥰
3. Smoshblr December asks 💛💙
I doubt anyone didn’t see this coming 🙈😹
So, I had been meaning to do smth inspired by the “Shayne guesses” series for a while now (also the fact that the official smosh compilation of those vids dropped this week, near the end of this challenge, is so funny to me for some reason). But I never quite figured out how to do it, since I knew guessing for eachother would be difficult. And if I just started randomly messaging all the blogs I’ve followed with an onslaught of these questions, it might get a bit weird or overwhelming 😅…
⚠️slight too personal ramblings ahead, that I don’t wanna force on anyone without warning⚠️
And then, towards the end of November, I gotta be honest, I was really not doing well, especially mentally. (First masters semester and I was still sorta dealing with the damage I caused to my brain while writing the thesis and barely getting two weeks between defending it and starting the new semester to truly recover from it all) And I knew december would get worse, bc I still hadn’t finished all the Christmas presents for my family, assignments were piling up & I kept on catching way too little sleep.
So all of these stressful thoughts made me think “You know, a lot of other ppl are probably struggling with similar stuff rn, especially during these dark & cold times of the year. So why not try to do smth that might bring some joy or fun into other ppl’s lives?” And that’s how I literally typed up that initial post, two days before December started without having planned it for more than a literal day or so 🙈😹 (I did already have a long list of questions, bc I started doing the top 3 stuff in my friendgroup, but rearranging everything to fit the sorta 3-day cycle I wanted to do, still happened up until last week lmao; tho I always knew that this would be the last question <3)
(end of rambling ⚠️)
And I was genuinely, positively overwhelmed by how many people wanted to join in for this silly little game!🥹 I love and appreciate all of you, whether you stuck around for the whole month, might still be catching up on some of the questions (which, no worries, I know there were a lot 🤗) or just answered a few of them! 🤗💖 And as I am currently fighting the urge to tag every single person who participated in this activity, I cannot help myself but atthe very least tag the ppl that I feel like I have grown closest to/gotten to know a hell of a lot better, over the course of this month (some of which I may have known/followed for a while now, but some I also got to know mainly bc of them joining in on this journey with me in the first place: @ceilidhasworld ❤️, @fantasticduckchaos 🩶, @notthatalex 🖤, @natashasbitxh 🧡, @shaynetopps 💜, @only-frann 💛, @smoshmonker 💚, @smoshidiot 🩷, @craintheodora 🩵, and so so many more of you guys! I just don’t want this entire post to become a taglist or send this to too many ppls notifications 🙈🫶
Note:
I know that I am super behind on interacting with everyone's responses! 🙈 And I promise that I will get to each of them eventually! 🤗 I am just super busy with assignments and exam prep atm. And also get very easily overwhelmed by talking a lot to people, even if it's just online 😅 (I love and appreciate ppl reaching out, asking questions or otherwise trying to have a conversation with me tho! It might just take me a good while to respond in some cases, which I promise has nothing to do with how much I value any of you 🥹🫶💞)
PS: The month might be over, but I do have something special planned in honor of this event and everyone participating in it 👀🫶
💚 Smoshblr December Wrapped 💚
#smoshblr december asks#I'm neither a super emotional or sentimental person irl#or at least not great at getting these thoughts & feelings across in a way that doesn't sound too clinical at times 🙈#so I hope y'all know how much I appreciate every single one of you wonderful ppl in this community 🫶
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Prince Smolder Should Not Be Considered “Good.”
TW: Mentions of p*dophilia behavior, as well as child abuse.
A TL;DR EDIT: Smolder is abusive to his own daughter, displays creepy behavior towards women her age, and is so easily forgiven for doing such awful things, it’s baffling.
Normally I don’t like to do rants, but I’m being so genuine when I say that. Tui seems to be making it so that we’re supposed to like the guy when his behavior is beyond concerning.
The key factor I have against him is that he is a p*do. But since that stuff is just an awful topic overall, I figured I’d start with the other awful things he has done.
So, for starters, this guy is an awful father. He apparently tries to connect with her but it feels half-baked. Onyx, his daughter, doesn’t accept this and I don’t blame her considering her father is trying to get with someone only a year older than her. Later, Onyx, goes to challenge Thorn (which she DOES have a right to) and after Smolder finds out she was going to cheat, what does he do? Tell the guards? Apprehend her? Alert Thorn or Qibli? Nope! Why not cripple her! That’s right. Smolder severely breaks her leg to the point that Onyx is disabled, as we can see since she is actually classified under that tag on the Wings Of Fire Wiki. Onyx should have been punished, but not mangled for trying to cheat. Onyx, I would never want to be within a foot of my father if he brought home a woman who was only a year older than me either. While you do so many awful things, sheesh, your father is worse in tenfold.
Secondly, in book five, he lures Thorn and Sunny into the library. It’s a trap but he is later forgiven so easily, including by Thorn. This goes against her character so blatantly; she was willing to KILL DUNE, one of her most loyal and committed soldiers up until he stole Sunny, for taking her daughter. The two no doubt have many good memories as friends, but Thorn still was vengeful to the degree she wanted Dune murdered. Yet, Smolder, who could have gotten Sunny stuffed or killed by Burn is just… instantly forgiven? It makes no sense whatsoever. He lets out another half-baked apology, and while I could see Sunny accepting it… Thorn? Really?
The main issue with Smolder is his behavior with Thorn. He is actively flirting with her, a dragon who is only a year older than his daughter. I don’t blame Onyx for disliking her father; not only is he physically abusive, he’s also a p*do! While I’m by no means justifying or condoning Whirlpool’s behavior, we can at least know Whirlpool was only intent on marrying Anemone for the royal status, not because he wanted to get with her. But what other motive could Smolder have? He doesn’t need royal status, he IS a royal! He’s flirting with Thorn because he’s a p*do. He also, according to the wiki, “Naturally gravitates towards her” which just sends off way too many alarms.
And the fact Thorn seems to reciprocate the feelings is, again, messed up and out of character. To me, I don’t understand why she needs to rule with a king. Nearly none of the other queens do, as far as we are aware. And after her heartbreak over Stonemover I just can’t see her looking for another relationship, let alone one with Smolder of all dragons. Thorn is independent by nature and doesn’t need a man alongside her. We see she is capable of leadership as-is with the Outclaws. If she really needed a love interest, make a new one around her age or maybe have her miss Stonemover and they try to reconnect? Just not Smolder. Three moons no. But seriously, I don’t see the issue in Thorn just being a single mother and queen. She is more than able.
And, a personal opinion of mine, what if Thorn doesn’t find SandWings attractive? There’s nothing wrong with liking someone of another race, and I think it could just be me getting upset about this as someone who is mixed, but adding Smolder in as this “replacement” seems kind of like Tui is trying to “fix” Thorn’s preferences. Again, as someone who is the child of a mixed couple, this makes me frustrated.
I think the thing that gets me the most angered about all of this is that Tui is addressing it like Smolder is this character we are supposed to sympathize with. No, I will NOT sympathize with a child abuser and p*do. I don’t care if his sisters were committing war crimes, at least none of them exhibit p*do behavior. Honestly I wish Burn had killed him.
The fact he’s also alongside Thorn’s portrait in the upcoming guide also just makes me not want to purchase it. To me that just rings so many alarms in my mind.
I know writing is hard and Wings of Fire is still a series I hold dearly to my heart, but the fact Smolder’s p*do behavior is getting glorified by the author just really upsets me. Thorn x Smolder should not be something that could become canon. It’s p*dophilia and obviously unhealthy.
Sorry for such a long post. It’s probably messy too, but I really needed to vent.
#Wof#Wings of fire#smolder slander#I hate smolder#WOF rants#Wings of fire rants#WOF smolder#Can smolder please die a gruesome death#Ruth Is Ranting
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In Brothers I Trust
Summary: On their way back to Coruscant after the events of Umbara, Anakin and Rex find comfort in sharing old memories and promises of brotherhood
Notes: This started as an idea to tell about Anakin and Rex's first meeting and then it just spiraled from there whoopsie. For some reason I love making Season 7 of TCW and the march on the temple even more painful for myself, so the last bit with Anakin's pledge and the promise of the 501st staying together is meant to directly foreshadow the events of ROTS. Thanks for reading!!! Comments and feedback greatly appreciated!!!!
Warnings/Tags: Angst comfort, post-Umbara Arc
Word count: 3.6K
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“Figured I’d find you here,” Anakin announced himself walking through the door into the meditation chamber.
Some might find it strange that meditation chambers were standard on most Venators. When thinking of a war class cruiser, meditation is usually on the bottom of the list when going through the necessary functions in order to win a war, but when Jedi are involved, the activity tends to make its way to the top. Hence, meditation chambers on every Venator.
What certainly wouldn’t surprise anyone is that Anakin Skywalker’s is the least used in the GAR. The haze of grey on its ledges is less to do with a design choice by the general and more to do with a dust layer that is rarely disturbed. That said, the chamber doesn’t go neglected. They may not be Jedi, but some troopers have found a retreat within the beige and wooden walls.
That’s where Rex found himself now, relishing in the rare experience that was complete silence. He didn’t meditate. That wasn’t a tool taught on Kamino, but Rex so rarely experienced complete silence that he found himself seeking out the solitary chamber after missions that, well, stayed with him a little longer. If he was honest with himself, it was more because he didn’t have the energy to face his brothers, knowing they’d look to him for comfort that he wasn’t sure he could offer. So, solitary-beige-completely-silent-Jedi-meditation chamber became his refuge. Or so it was, until Anakin Skywalker walked in.
Rex didn’t recover from his leaned position against the chamber wall immediately. They weren’t on duty, and, silently, Rex was annoyed that his hiding place was being disturbed. With half-hearted hope, he kept his eyes closed for a few beats longer wishing Anakin would get the hint. When the tell-tale “whoosh” of the door didn’t sound again, Rex internally sighed while opening his eyes and taking in his general next to him. Two years serving under Skywalker, and Rex is still impressed when the Jedi appears next to him almost like he came out of the walls. The silence a jedi could move with was unnerving, and at least now Rex was familiar enough with it that he didn’t react when his general or commander appeared by his side. To his annoyance, he knows Ahsoka owns some memories from early on of him throwing a datapad or two in the air out of surprise thanks to her.
“Sir,” he greeted Anakin. “What can I do for ya?”
“We’re not on duty Rex. You can drop the formality,” Anakin responded. He mimicked Rex’s relaxed position, putting his lower back against the wall, crossing his legs at the ankle. Folding his arms in front of him, he relaxed his shoulders and dipped his head towards Rex, amused twinkle in his eye.
“I feel too much like Kenobi when I call you Anakin,” chuckled Rex.
“Is that because it’s usually with a hint of exasperation?” Anakin lightly jabbed.
“Me? Exasperated sir? Never. Especially with your plans,” Rex joked back. He appreciated having a relationship with his general that allowed the banter. The battles that the 501st were often sent on required unconditional trust between Anakin and Rex in order to bring as many of his brothers back alive as possible, and the brotherhood that seamlessly formed between the two of them was effortless. Although, Rex remembers a time when a Jedi like Anakin was the least probable match he’d pick for himself.
As a cadet, he’d hear stories of the Jedi from his trainers, but the powerful warriors with the ability to manipulate the energy around them remained a figment of imagination until he was 10 years old. There was a ripple of energy throughout Kamino when word got out that a Jedi finally arrived to inspect the clone army. Rex remembers making his way to grab something to eat after running through his third simulation that day. His exhaustion was so heavy he was sure that any trooper looking at him would see it pulsing off of him in waves. Trudging through the hallways, making it to the mess hall door, he almost missed the hushed whispers coming from a group of young cadets.
“He showed up an hour ago. Been with Lama Su this whole time. I saw him!”
“You didn’t see him! He wasn’t anywhere near the strategy center.”
“Did too! Gave a quick look up when my eyes started crossin’. Caught him in the hallway. Looked like a drowned womprat, not a Jedi.”
“You’ve never even seen a womprat!”
The group made its way out of Rex’s earshot, but not before he caught that mythical word. Jedi. His exhaustion disappeared as if he’d been injected with a bacta shot. Quickly, he scanned the room to find a batch mate or familiar brother, but he was able to catch site of a table full of troopers huddled close together, whispering animatedly. Rex made sure to walk by the table on his way to the conveyor hoping to catch the hushed conversation, and sure enough, the words “Jedi” and “visit” were caught again and again. So, they were finally here.
“Good,” thought Rex. “Hopefully that means no more simulations soon.”
Apparently, Fate and Rex had a different definition of soon because while he was thinking in the upcoming months, Fate was thinking one rotation. The next day he was on a Venator making his way to Geonosis with his blood buzzing for a fight, and the desert planet didn’t disappoint. By the end of the battle, Rex’s white armor could barely be seen under the rusty red dust, and his count was close to 60, but exhaustion hadn’t settled in his bones yet so he joined some brothers chatting animatedly by the barracks’ entrance.
“Rex! Heck of a first battle, huh? Saw you taking a few of those bugs down, good job brother. Maybe they’ll even give you your own company soon!” Tat exclaimed. A gentle punch to his shoulder greeted Rex as he joined the group. He rolled his eyes at Tat’s antics hoping to play off the excitement the idea of leading his own company gave him.
“Not too bad yourself Tat. Saw you up there with one of the Jedi. Mace Windu, right? Easy to spot him with his purple laser sword,” Rex said.
“Lightsaber. They’re called lightsabers,” another trooper, Proto, corrected. “The Jedi are very particular about their weapons.”
“Yeah, well I heard two of them tracked down and engaged Count Dooku. Dooku made it out, and one of the Jedi lost his hand,” Tat relayed to the group. “Pretty gutsy if you ask me. I heard these sith aren’t anything to trifle with. Only one Jedi alive has beaten one in 1000 years – one of the ones that went after Dooku.”
A skilled enough warrior to take on not one but two sith? Rex liked the sound of that. The troopers were yet to be assigned their Jedi generals, but Rex hoped he was lucky enough to be assigned to a Jedi with that level of combat and tactical skill.
“What about the one who lost his hand?” Rex asked. “Did he make it?”
“He’s fine. Reports say he rushed in alone. Tried to take on Dooku himself. Just a padawan too, which I think is like a cadet. So, not exactly the smartest move,” Tat answered.
Impulsive, young, inexperienced. Rex ticked off all the reasons in his mind he’d want any Jedi but that one. Or, so he thought.
Back in the meditation chamber on the Resolute, Rex chuckled to himself thinking about the last joke Fate had up her sleeve for him. Newly knighted Anakin Skywalker was appointed general to the 501st legion shortly after Geonosis. There was a rumor he was told as his mechanical hand was being attached, but Rex knew better than to listen to barrack gossip. Besides, at the same time, he was being fitted for his pauldron indicating his new status as captain of the 501st. He had more important matters to pay attention to.
“Do you remember when we first met, sir?” Rex broke the silence that had settled over them. An amused laugh escaped Anakin.
“Do I ever,” Anakin answered. “Sometimes I still think our files got mixed up somehow. That you were supposed to be with Aayla Secura instead of Anakin Skywalker. Or really, anyone else.” Anakin moved to the cushioned bench to his left as he spoke. Once settled in, he looked up at Rex. “Why do you ask?” he inquired.
“Just sifting through some memories. I heard about you before I met you, which now doesn’t seem all that surprising. More like the authentic Skywalker experience,” Rex supplied. “It was after Geonosis. The first battle. I was back onboard the Venator when some brothers were swapping battle reports. That’s when I heard about the Jedi padawan who tried to take on Dooku alone. Lost a hand for it.”
“I was about to be knighted,” Anakin grumbled under his breath. A deep laugh made its way out of Rex. Of course the small detail of still being a padawan is what Anakin would hold onto. As unpredictable as Anakin’s battle strategies could be, he was the most predictable person Rex knew.
“I’m sure your hand shares the sentiment,” Rex joked.
“If you ask me, it’s an improvement. If I hadn’t rushed Dooku, I’d never have this amazing advantage. All worked out in the end,” Anakin said.
Chuckling, Rex continued his walk down memory lane, “Well, as I stood and listened to the tale of the two Jedi who took on Dooku, I thought to myself ‘Maker please, whatever you decide for me, just don’t let it be the padawan’. The more I heard about your, er, strategy decisions, the more bacta I needed for my growing headache.”
Now it was Anakin’s turn to laugh, “I’m insulted Rex. I’d think my creative thinking would be a plus for winning over commanding officers.”
Unable to hold in their laughter after Anakin’s comment, Rex made his way to sit on the ground, staying relaxed against the wall. One arm propped on a bent knee and one leg stretched out, Rex felt himself starting to relax for the first time since leaving Umbaran space.
“I’m trying to picture you pitching one of your battle plans to Wolffe,” Rex mused.
“Even I have my limits, Rex. I tried to crack a joke to Wolffe once. I’m pretty sure if his eye had a laser, I would’ve had an unplanned haircut,” Anakin said.
“He’s not so bad, once you’re on his good side. Which usually takes a couple years,” Rex admitted. Another comfortable silence settled between them, but after a few moments, Anakin spoke up.
“I remember when I was assigned the 501st. It felt like my padawan braid was cut, and in the same breath I was being told I’m leading a battalion. I didn’t know what that meant – I had to go to the archives right after to look up what a battalion even was. What I did know is that I was now in charge of 1000s of lives. That in a heartbeat, I was responsible for keeping men I hadn’t even met yet alive.” Anakin was leaning on his knees, absentmindedly rubbing his chin with his left hand. It was a move Rex was familiar with, telling him when his general was deep in thought. “It was the most afraid I’ve felt since the day Qui-Gon Jinn took me from Tatooine. I know, not very jedi of me. But the idea of failing my troopers, knowing that if my decisions went wrong it didn’t just mean a bad day for them, nearly crippled me. Then I heard about my commanding officer,” Anakin said. “’Top of his class, he’s the youngest commanding officer. He’s one of the best strategists in the army, and his playbook has yet to be beat. Even by the commanders and the ARCs. He’s impressive Anakin, I think you’ll be in good hands,’ Obi-Wan told me. I’m sure he could sense my anxiety, so of course he took it upon himself to help me. Looking back, I think he was more reassuring himself that someone else was going to be around to have me in check since we were going to be separated,” Anakin finished his thought with a chuckle.
Rex was never one to bask in compliments. He was a soldier, a commanding officer. It was his job to develop top strategies, train his men, and execute plans flawlessly, or as close to flawlessly as they could. His job was to win battles, so he never saw the point in being patted on the back for doing his job. His brothers were soldiers expected to follow orders, so he found every opportunity he could to highlight their achievements and express his pride in their hard work. But himself? He was just doing his job. So, to sit still and not cringe as Anakin spoke took most of his self-control.
Rex’s internal nightmare was gratefully cut short though, “Want to know what I thought once Obi-Wan was done rambling?”
“That you were the luckiest Jedi alive?” Rex went along.
“That I’d rather be stuck in a nest of gundarks than be stuck with such a stuffy, by-the-book commanding officer,” Anakin answered with a smirk. “I thought my nightmare was confirmed when I met you at the GAR base the first time. I was convinced you were a statue – you didn’t move a muscle. If you hadn’t jolted to a salute at the last second, I was going to poke you to make sure you were real.”
A deep laugh escaped Rex. When Anakin met his eyes, he joined in.
“In my defense, sir, I was operating off of 10 years of being told about the stoic, rule abiding Jedi. Who was I to make a bad impression by not following protocol?” Rex joked at himself.
“Rex, a stiff salute is one thing. The next seven minutes of protocol formalities and strategy briefing is another,” quipped Anakin.
“It was not seven minutes.”
“Oh Rex. It was seven minutes. Believe me, I counted every agonizing one.”
That earned Anakin an eye roll. “If I remember correctly, sir, you weren’t bored by me by the end of our meeting.”
“No Rex, I certainly wasn’t. Before you could drone into minute eight of your rambling,” Rex was jostled by a gentle shove to his shoulder, “I deftly turned the topic of conversation to our next battle, Christophsis. There I was, relaying my first ever battle strategy to my captain, and when I was finished, I admittedly was a little smug with myself. I mean, it was a sure win. I stood there waiting for you to respond, but you just…kept standing there. I thought you became a statue again. After what felt like forever, you finally responded,” Anakin said with a smile taking over his face.
“’Well sir, I understand better how you lost your hand if that’s what you consider a plan.’” Rex finished for him. “Honestly sir, listening to your strategy was my 7 minutes of protocol hell. I couldn’t decide if I was having a harder time understanding your strategy or understanding how someone could actually come up with that plan.”
“Yeah well, I hope my stunned silence gave you enough amusement for a couple rotations. Granted, the relief I felt that you weren’t some stuffy, clone replica of Master Windu gave me my first glimmer of hope since Geonosis. I knew you were exactly who I’d want by my side. I haven’t been wrong since,” Anakin murmured to himself.
Rex could feel Anakin’s stare so he turned to meet his general’s eyes which he noticed had taken on a melancholy softness. He knew what was coming next, and in a feeble attempt at holding the inevitable at bay, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall trying to block out the reality around him. As usual, Fate and he were not on the same page.
“Rex, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t left, if I had listened to my instincts instead of listening to Krell, I would’ve been there with you. We would’ve executed our plans and you boys wouldn’t have had to go through that hell,” Anakin’s voice infiltrated Rex’s dark solitude.
“With all due respect sir, it doesn’t matter now. You’d be the first to tell me not to dwell on it. That it won’t help the men,” he answered.
“Is that why you’re hiding in the meditation chamber instead of being in the mess hall right now?”
Rex and Anakin’s comradery was special, but Rex really hated it in these instances when he really needed Anakin to not know him as well as he knew himself.
“It’s not hiding. It’s quiet reflection. I figured you being a Jedi and all would understand,” Rex deflected. Anakin’s gaze didn’t falter, and Rex let out a long sigh he’d been holding since the general walked in. Stubborn as usual, Anakin wasn’t going to let this drop. “The casualties are one thing, sir. Sadly, we’ve seen worse, and we were engineered to handle the loss of our brothers. Not to say it’s easy, we mourn them all in our way, but it was a reality we were trained 10 years for. But we also heard about our Jedi commanding officers for 10 years. The peacekeepers of the galaxy who valued life above all else. As long as we had a Jedi with us, we could do anything. The Jedi would protect us.”
While he spoke, Anakin finally broke his stare and let his head hang taking in Rex’s words. This wasn’t news to him – Anakin and Rex had spoken before about how the clones revered the Jedi after a decade of stories – but it didn’t make it any easier to hear just how deep Krell’s betrayal cut the troopers.
“I can’t promise anything, Rex. I don’t want to offer false oaths to patch up deeper wounds. But as long as I can help it, I’ll never leave you and the boys to battle on your own. The 501st is strongest together, and that includes me. No one is taking me away from you guys again,” Anakin swore. The intensity with which Anakin looked at Rex held every ounce of fear and sadness the general had been harboring since he heard the news, and Rex felt his words wrap around him as if they were tattooed on his soul. It was one of the many reasons the 501st would follow Skywalker straight into Castle Serenno if ever needed without question – they knew their general was as loyal to them as they were to each other, and loyalty means everything to the clones.
“We’re honored to serve with you, sir. All those years of hearing about the Jedi, and none of those stories live up to the real thing. You, Kenobi, General Koon, all of you. You surpass legends,” Rex declared. Some moments passed and eventually, Anakin’s expression softened, his signature smug smirk taking its usual place.
“So, should I expect some nose art tributes in the near future?” he joked.
“Oh, did Fives not show you his designs featuring General Kenobi?” Rex quipped back.
Anakin mocked insult at the insinuation, “You’d give tribute to Obi-Wan before me, your beloved general? You wound me Rex, after all the times I’ve gotten you lot out of trouble.”
“Quit turning a blind eye to Fives and Ahsoka’s pranks, and I might consider letting Appo draw something up for you,” Rex responded.
“Ok fair. You deserve that much,” Anakin conceded. He gave a quick crack of his neck before continuing, “You feeling up for leaving this isolation nightmare?”
“Really not a fan of meditation huh?”
“Obi-Wan tried. Pretty sure he’d live in meditation if he could. Just was never my thing. Reminds me too much of the time alone I’d spend in the shop I worked in as a kid. Surround me with my friends, and my soul will heal just the same.”
“I’ll lock you in a room with Dogma and Fives and see if you feel the same way after.”
With a soft chuckle, Anakin stood with a stretch to his stiff limbs. “Alright, enough torture threats. It’s time to be a general and a captain. When I passed by the mess earlier, Fives was trying his best to keep things light, but he could certainly use some back up.”
Accepting that his retreat of solitude was at an end, Rex made his way to his feet preparing for the uphill battle that will be the return to Coruscant. “If I know my men, sir, they don’t need a captain and a general right now. They need a brother and a friend,” Rex spoke softly, and when Anakin didn’t answer or move right away, he looked up to see the Jedi staring pensively at the floor.
“What about two brothers?” Anakin asked quietly, his head cocked to the side in thought.
“They’d like that very much, sir,” Rex answered without hesitation. With his bucket tucked under his arm, Rex started for the door, and Anakin fell in beside him with the ease of a dance they’d performed 1000 times before. Umbara was going to leave its scars, and the ones they couldn’t see will take the longest to fade, if they ever did. But like Anakin said, as long as the 501st sticks together, everything will be fine.
#tay writes#the clone wars#captain rex#anakin skywalker#501st legion#501st#umbara#umbara arc#comfort#bit of angst#angst comfort#brotherly fluff#brotherly moments#anakin and rex
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Hello everyone on this nearly-still-Sunday-night. Thank y'all for the tags. I've been extremely busy, though more with creating valentines for the discord valentine's exchange than writing. Still, I've got some words in every WIP. Below the cut for length.
Thank you and tag backsies for Wednesday to @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @hushed-chorus, @ileadacharmedlife, @frjsti, @takitalks, @confused-bi-queer, @thewholelemon, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen. Your fics are so freaking brilliant, it's unfair how much talent is concentrated in this fandom.
From Westward Son (Only three chapters left!)
I remember drowning. I remember fighting the river back in Virginia; trying to hold my head above water, trying to hold my breath until I just…couldn’t anymore. I remember falling falling falling.
Then Shepard is on me. “Simon!” he shouts frantically. “Is she…”
His voice snaps me out of the spiral of memory I’d been trapped in.
From The White Chapel (writing the last scene this week!)
I kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him.
He kisses me back frantically. On my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, anywhere he can reach. “You shouldn’t be here,” he’s mumbling between kisses. “You need to leave. Before it’s too late.” But, even if I were inclined to agree with him, he never stops kissing me long enough to let me go.
From: Raising Dragons (a chapter and a half to go)
I truly think we became a single entity for several seconds there. My thoughts were his, his were mine and our bodies were united in every possible way.
Now, we’re exhausted and happy, ready to sleep the remainder of our wedding night away in each other’s arms.
At least, we were ready. Until Niamh began pounding on our bedroom door with all the subtlety of a battering ram, shouting, “Simon! Baz! Your eggs are hatching!”
From: To Heal a Broken Mind (18,000 words and nowhere near finished):
I never want him to go home. I refuse to examine that thought. It’s not hope. I know there’s no hope for him to fall in love with me. He’s straight. And he hates me. But maybe he hates me a little less now?
From Double Your Pleasure (WILL be done by the 24th) (will have art, too! I'm excited about who I'm getting to work with) (and that's all you're getting 😉)
I do know the spell. But I’ve never tried it before. I’m flammable, and a mispronounced syllable could be fatal for me. But I can’t face down my own clone’s confidence. He thinks I can do it.
I’m going to try.
From Saving Simon Snow (18,000 words and about halfway done):
I settle back against the plush leather seats of Basilton’s Jaguar. Really, what right does an eighteen year old have to own a car like this? He says it's his father’s, but he drives it deftly, confidently. It’s like he was born to drive this car.
I shake my head. I know I’m perseverating on the car because I don’t want to think about the numerous ugly outcomes that are possible for Simon.
Should I be excited that 2/3s of my WIPs are nearly done? ...well, there may be three more WIPs waiting in the wings 🤦♀️
Tagging a few more folks: @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bloodiedpixie, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @facewithoutheart, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @gekkoinapeartree, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @johnwgrey, @j-nipper-95, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @petrodobreva, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby
#cotta 2021#house au#dragon babies#xanadu au#canon divergent#egf2023#pwp#co/ws/awtwb#six sentence sunday
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Just an unnecessarily long post about dog gear I want- scroll by if you don’t want my ramble
So in feb I’m gonna have a treat yo self month because it be my birthday, and I may have a lil extra spending money from working a bunch of overtime during Christmas (I am knackered but I needed the cash and work needed my assistance)
And seeing as no-one likes buying me dog gear as Christmas/birthday gifts I’m gonna buy myself these nice things.
I wanna get Juno a lovely leather collar, nefjas person sent me a link to a German company who make elk leather collars in a martingale style??? Absolute perfection. I’ve been a sucker for martingales for a couple of years now and am reluctant to turn back.
What a delectable collar. So chic. So stylish. Fancy collar for my non-fancy mutt to strut about the town with (no flooded field walks for that collar)
Gonna pair it with a brand new cute dog tag because Juno currently wears Hana’s old one. I think after a year she’s earned her own tag, don’t you think?
Lookit!!! So cute!! It’s not Juniper tree but it’s close enough (don’t tell my partner, the tree surgeon, I said that). Would look so good with the collar.
And since my mendota lead is looking real ropey (haha, because it’s a rope?) I’m gonna treat myself to a new one. It’s served me so well but I did not look after it. Now it smells and is fraying and the leather by the clasp is loose. It just looks a mess. Love my mendota lead, don’t love that I’ve destroyed it. I did dabble with the idea of an adjustable lead but they’re all flat and I’m sorry but round leads are superior. I’m not ready to go back to flat. Mendota so comfy, mendota so röund, medota have goldish clasp to match tag and collar ring.
But do I stop the spending there?? I’ve been gagging for a ruffwear backpack but my lord ��100 for a backpack??? I know it’s quality, built to last, and most importantly designed to minimise injury but it’s a rather frivolous spend.
My reasoning is that added weight to some walks may help reduce some pulling, she’s so much better but still gets excitable. It can be useful if we wanna go on longer hikes once my partner and I have time to do some weekends away. Carrying water etc. I really want to do a camping getaway at some point and having her carry her own food is adorable and practical. But also it could be useful on days where we want or need to be a bit lazier. Dog needs exercising but we’re burned out/ill? Cool, mile and a half sniffy walk with lightly packed backpack. If I wanna tire her out because we have plans and need her nice and calm? Boom, backpack walk.
Also, backpack cute. Backpack could have patches. Backpack bring joy to look at. Backpack make chronically ill days much easier.
Backpack.
Oh there’s also an adorable martingale collar on Etsy that I want. An unnecessary purchase but I so rarely find a martingale I really really like (I’m picky okay)
But there are things that I could spend my money on that is (arguably) needed more. Waterproof longline, new treat pouch, new walking boots because mine are leaky, dog toys that serve a purpose more than “it squeaks and can be thrown”. I also need a haircut and new prescription glasses but it’s more fulfilling to spend money on the dog.
GAH! Maybe I’ll win the lottery on Friday and I can buy it all. But until then I gotta budget and make informed purchases.
Anyway I just wanted to rant to the void because I usually do all this in my head but I wanna get more active on tumblr and sometimes airing these thoughts helps make decisions. And if you suddenly see me posting Juno in 4k completely decked out in new gear in the mountains? I’ve won the lottery, quit work to travel with dog that has a whole new wardrobe, captured on a top of the line point and shoot 😂
#so many things so little money#but also my February paycheque lines up perfectly with rent#long story short the way the dates line up I don’t have to use any of my feb pay to pay rent#a rare but very welcome occurrence#I’m so used to being broke but I can allocate myself a lil bit of spending money to get at least the top three things#but the backpack would be completely frivolous#i do have an Amazon voucher from my mother for Christmas and I could use it to cover some of the cost if I order through there#she doesn’t have to know that I still used Christmas money on dog things#and at this point I’m sure she knows I do it
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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Long distance love birds, Stasi and King move in together after graduating college. Cue the ‘let’s christen this place’ jokes, but Kingsley has something a bit more heartfelt in mind.
🤎 Anastasia James: 21, travel blogger
🤎 Kingsley Mancini: 22, photographer
🤎 CW/TW: fluff, lesbians being lesbians, proposal, kissing, pet names, consensual groping, suggestive comments, hickeys, domestic activities, alcohol, swearing, romantic stuff, Italian and Spanish (translations provided), nsfwish, slight angst (only in the beginning for the most part), no google translate, proofread (but not really i need to be sleep rn)
🤎 A/N: Another piece for my love @certainlynotasimp enjoy sugarplum 🫶🏽 (reminder, requests for my tag list are open as well as in general) I was lazy and didn't feel like writing a description for the garden, nor the rings so...deal with it I guess. Enjoy !!
🤎 Notes:
Kingsley was raised by Afro Italian (Mumi) and Afro Spanish (Ma’) mothers so she grew up speaking both Spanish and Italian (born in Italy) 🇮🇹🇪🇸
Anastasia was raised by Afro Dominican parents and grew up speaking Spanish (born in London) 🇩🇴
Kingsley’s contact name for Anastasia is Italian and it means ‘my brown sugar honey’ 🥺
Anastasia is contact name for Kingsley is Spanish and it means ‘my cinnamon apple baby’ 🤎
🤎 Translations: (all translations were checked with the help of deepl translate)
Ma’, pensi davvero che dovrei farlo?- Mom, do you really think I should do this?
Guardami- Look at me
Bimbi- nickname meaning little one
Mumi- nickname meaning Mom
Mi nenita, toda crecida- My little girl, all grown up
Ti amo sempre di più piccola amore- I love you more and more, baby love
No más que yo- Not more than me
Cicchi- nickname meaning chocolate
Bichita- nickname meaning little bug
Merda- shit
Scusi? Non è così che parli davanti a tua madre- I beg your pardon? (Lit. Excuse me) That’s not how you speak in front of your mother
Mi dispiace, mamma- I’m sorry, mom
Cara mia- my dear
Mamme- moms
Buona fortuna- good luck
Buona serata- have a good evening
Ora- now
Madrine- godmothers
Sei proprio un romcompiglioni, Valé- You really are a pain in the ass, Valé
Picci- nickname meaning little or small one
Puttana- bitch
¡Ay Dios mío!- oh Lord or oh God
Paella- Spanish rice dish
Ricotta gnudi- Italian dumplings
È perfetto- it's perfect
Mis favoritos- my favorites
Muevete, por favor. Déjame ir para que podamos ir a casa, mi amor- move, please. Let me go so we can go home, my love
Darmi un bacio- give me a kiss
Su con la vita, amore mio. Ti darò tutti i baci che vuoi dopo cena- Cheer up, my love. I'll give you all the kisses you want after dinner
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18 June 2017
“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”
Kingsley
To say I was scared shitless that day was an understatement. I had no idea how she’d respond. Even though we were moving into a house together and had been together for 3 and a half years, I don’t think my anxiety has ever been worse. But I was in love. I still am in love. And I’m going to marry the love of my life.
I played with the ring, looking to my mother in question, “Ma’, pensi davvero che dovrei farlo? I mean…what if she thinks it’s too soon?”
She regarded me for a moment before she spoke, placing her hand over mine to stop me from fidgeting with the ring, “Guardami. I can’t tell you how she’ll respond, bimbi. Have you two ever discussed the idea of marriage?”
“I mean, yeah, we have. And we agreed we wanted to get married before we made it to 5 years together, but like…at first I figured with the house it’d be cute to propose to her now that we’re finally moving into it, but what if……what if it’s too much all at once?”
“Then I’m sure you guys will figure it out. Not being ready for marriage is nothing to break up over, I tell you that.”
“Were you and Mumi ready back then?”
My mumi poked her head in from the kitchen with a smile that ma’ shared, “I wasn’t. It was a different time back then, though. It was hard enough that we hadn’t come out our families yet. The thought of coming out and announcing an engagement? I was terrified.”
Ma kissed her cheek as she sat down next to her, “She helped me reevaluate my reason for wanting to marry right then in the first place. I thought that if we were married when we came out it would legitimize our relationship a little more in their eyes. Sure, I loved her, and yes I truly wanted to marry her it just wasn’t for the right reasons right then. In the end we just agreed that we’d wait to plan the wedding until we were both ready, and in the meantime, we’d grown even closer for it.”
“Very cute, you two but that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Mumi reached across the table to rub my arm, “Well, why do you want to marry her, Mimi?”
The thought of my girlfriend was usually enough to turn me into a blushing and flustered mess, but sitting in front of my mothers, all I could do was gush about her and this time was no different.
I beamed as I took Mumi’s hand, “Because in all my years, though few they might be, I have never found anyone who sees me the way she does. Anastasia is the muse I had been in search for when I switched my studies abroad. She’s- she’s my everything, simply put. I love her with my entire being. And I want to marry her because she’s someone I don’t think I can live the rest of my life without.”
They shared a look as they both teared up, Ma rubbing Mumi’s shoulder, “Mi nenita, toda crecida.”
My phone lit up with her contact name on it and I held up a hand as I turned my chair around to check the message:
“Looks like someone just got a text from their girlfriend. Feeling better, Mimi?”
I nodded as I looked over my lock screen, “Sure did. Her flight is taking off soon. Which means I have 2 and a half hours to get my life together. Whew, okay……I’m doing this. I’m about to propose to my girlfriend. Merda-“
“Scusi? Non è così che parli davanti a tua madre,” Ma scolded me.
I rubbed the back of my neck, sheepish and apologetic, “Mi dispiace, mamma.”
“Cara mia, go easy on her. She’s stressing out right now,” Mumi defended, tossing me a wink.
I held back my smile as I spoke, “I am sorry, though. Should I…I don’t know, decorate the house a little bit? You know, candles, flowers? Maybe some balloons?”
“Did you show her the garden when you guys bought the place?”
“No, I wanted it to be…a surprise for when we moved in,” I finished, getting excited. I hopped from my seat, sticking the ring in my pocket as I rushed to my mothers, wrapping my arms around their shoulders and kissing both their cheeks, “Mwah, I love you both so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you, mamme. I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow, I promise.”
“Be safe, bimbi.”
“Buona fortuna, Mimi.”
“Buona serata,” I called as I headed out the front door.
I all but sped off to the house, instantly palming my forehead at the sight of the mover’s truck parked at the end of the driveway, my best friend guiding the workers.
“Kingsley Allegra Vittoria Mancini. Get your ass over here and help! Ora!”
I bit my lip as I grabbed a box of Stasi’s things from the truck, “Wow, Valé. Happy to see you too.”
“Oh don’t act like you didn’t see me before you left to go stress out my madrine. Has the flight left yet?”
“Yeah, Bubbles text me like 30 minutes ago to let me know that they were preparing for take off. Say, I need you to pick some things up for me actually.”
“No.”
I smacked as I set the box on the couch, “You don’t even know what I want nor what for yet.”
“I’ll do it for 500 bucks,” she offered.
“Sei proprio un romcompiglioni, Valé. I don’t have 500 bucks. You know that.”
“Cap.”
“Okay, maybe I do, but dammit, will you just hear me out?”
She folded her arms, quirking a brow at me as she tapped her foot, “Alright. And it better be good or I’m only dropping to 250.”
I pulled the keys from my pocket, holding them out for her to take, “Here.”
She frowned as she took them, “And just what the h-“ she cut off with a gasp as she noticed the ring, inspecting it, “Oh, babes….she’s gonna love it. You’re proposing?”
“Yeah, and I don’t have long. I need you to get some things for me to set up the garden for it. I’m gonna put it all together, but I need you to go get it while I put all these boxes up and out of the way with the movers.”
She rolled her eyes as she handed the keys back, grabbing her car keys from the ledge over the fireplace, “Send me a list. I’ll try to hurry. I know that flight isn’t long and you’ve gotta shower and pick her up as well.”
“That I do. Thanks, Valéncia.”
“Uh-oh. Mimi’s nervous. Talk to me.”
“Do you think I’m moving too fast?”
“It’s been almost 4 years, picci. You guys have bought a house together, and didn’t you both agree that one of you should propose before you guys make 5 years?”
“Well, yeah, but-“
She placed a hand on my shoulder, shutting me up, “No buts. You’ve got this, babes. Hurry with that list, stop stressing yourself or you’ll chicken out.”
I pushed her off of me, rolling my eyes playfully, "Oh, shut it you old bat. I’ll tell you and the mamme how it goes in the morning, okay?”
“Alright, hop to it, asshole.”
I helped the movers take all the boxes into one of the many empty rooms of the house, thanking them for the help before retreating to the guest bathroom to shower and freshen myself up.
My brain couldn’t help but wander as I pulled on my clothes, anxiety twisting in my stomach like a storm brewing on the horizon.
I had a horrifying cacophony of ‘what ifs’ and questions. What if she says no? What if it makes her change her mind about us moving in together? What if I stutter? What if I fall into the lake? What if something catches fire with the candles? What if she doesn’t even answer? What if I lose the ring?
What if she doesn’t like the ring? What if everything that could possibly go wrong does?
What if?
“Puttana! You better not be up there bitchin’ in your head.”
I rolled my eyes as I made my way downstairs, “You got my shit?”
“Of course! I also have some food. You need to eat.”
I shook my head as I took the bags from her hands like a madwoman, rushing toward the back door, “Can’t eat. I think I’ll be sick.”
“¡Ay Dios mío! Please eat for me, Kingsley. Madrina Morgana said you didn’t eat with them and you didn’t eat with me this morning. Just a bite at least.”
“What did you bring?”
She beamed, holding the Tupperware from Ma, “Paella from your Ma and Mumi made ricotta gnudi.”
“Give me a dumpling so I can go set this up and get to the airport for my baby. You can put the rest in the car.”
“Kingsley.”
“Yes?”
“One more thing before I go?”
“What is it,” I asked impatiently as I turned back to her.
She rolled her eyes as she handed me a velvet box, grumbling, “Here, witcha angry ass.”
“Girl what the f-“
My voice died on my tongue as she turned to head out the front door with a smirk, “Mumi owes me 20 bucks.”
I whispered as I looked on at the ring, smiling, “È perfetto.”
Anastasia
Actual heart stop that day. Speechless isn’t even the word. I forgot what words even were. Yet here I am. Engaged to the love of my life.
I laughed softly to myself as my notifications started coming in:
I poked my lip out as she picked up the call, “You know how I feel about surprises, Mimi. Tell me~”
“No, Bubbles. You just have to wait and see. Besides, you said yourself that you like surprises that include blindfolds,” she mumbled, smirk evident in her tone.
I fought back a smile of my own, squeezing my legs together as I watched the carousel of luggage for my suitcase, “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t…but I still wanna know what you’re planning. What if I had something planned and your surprise interferes with it?”
“Well, do you have something planned,” she chimed as I made my way down the escalator. She pulled me into her arms the second I was close enough in reach as I hung up, placing my phone into my pocket.
“I mean, nothing too big, but….yeah I had a lil something-something planned,” I admitted, nibbling on my thumbnail as I thought about the package I’d asked Valé to slip into the house.
“I mean we still have time before it gets dark enough outside to do what I want,” she whispered against my skin as she pressed soft kisses along my jaw and cheek.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I squirmed in her arms, “Alright, alright! You got your one kiss, now muevete, por favor. Déjame ir para que podamos ir a casa, mi amor. I think we’ve given enough of a show in this lobby.”
She relented, letting go of me after one more kiss to my lips, “Alright, alright. I guess the longer we stand here the less time we have to lay up together.”
I prodded her with my elbow as she grabbed the handles for my suitcase and carry-on while I picked up the poster board, “Hey, at least you know.”
I studied the poster she had made as she dragged my luggage alongside her, poking my bottom lip out, “You know what, I might just let you have some tonight. I mean, you made me a proper poster this time around and everything.”
She scoffed at the accusation, “What do you mean “this time around”? My posters are always proper.”
“Yeah, proper jokes. Last time you picked me up after a flight the poster was welcoming me home from rehab. And the time before that it was prison,” I exclaimed.
“I stand by those. They were hilarious,” she shrugged, opening the trunk.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s ride.”
45 minutes later…
After a car ride full of Kingsley rubbing on my thigh like she’d never have a chance to hold it again, I was playing in her hair as she lay on my chest between my legs, kissing my chin.
I smiled, tilting my head down for our lips to meet, “Mm, should I get dressed up for this little dinner you’ve got planned?”
“Just a little bit. You know I know you look good in anything, but you’re gonna wanna be at least a little dressed up for this,” she mumbled before leaning into my kiss.
Kissing her always felt like everything, everywhere, all at once. Every place where our bodies met my skin blazed with heat, all sprouting from the pit of my belly. I could feel her smile against my lips as she moved higher over me, tongue lavishing mine before she sucked on it, coaxing a moan from my throat.
Breathless, I took two handfuls of her shirt as she pulled away slightly, forehead rested against mine, “Well damn, Kingsley. Tell me something good then.”
She chuckled, pressing soft kisses against my lips in between her words, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“Mm, I think I’ve got a pretty good one. I mean you haven’t stopped touching nor kissing me since I got here. I don’t mind though.”
Soft brushes with her lips turned hungry as hot, open-mouthed kisses scathed their way down my jaw, her mouth latching onto a pulse point as she sucked softly. I sucked air in through my teeth, a whimper escaping me as her teeth nibbled on the area, “Fuck…”
She let go, kissing the new bruise, “You alright up there?”
I huffed, caressing her cheek with my thumb, “Yeah, I’m okay. Darmi un bacio?”
She moved as if to oblige, lips ghosting over mine before she sat back, rubbing my thighs, “Later. Go get dressed, Bubbles.”
I pouted, folding my arms across my chest, whining, “Hey! You’ve been kissing me all this time, but now that I asked for one it’s a no? Meanie.”
She kissed my cheek quite audibly before pecking my bottom lip, “Su con la vita, amore mio. Ti darò tutti i baci che vuoi dopo cena.”
“Hmph,” I frowned harder, turning my face away from her.
“Stasi-“ she called in a sing song, pulling me into her with her arms around my waist, “The quicker you get ready, the sooner we can kiss.”
I rolled my eyes, leaning into her kiss on my cheek, “Fine. You’ve gotta look cute too, then. And dibs on upstairs. You’ve gotta get ready down here.”
“Whatever~” she rolled her eyes, pushing me up, “Get to it.”
I waited for her to take her clothes downstairs before locking the door, hopping on the sink counter, “Hello?”
“Stasi! How are you, love?”
“Doing quite alright, Ma. I had a question.”
“Yes?”
I nibbled my lip as I looked under the sink for the package, “Could you put me on speaker, actually? So Mumi could hear me?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Cara mia, Anastasia’s on the phone!”
“Ah, darling! How are you?”
I chuckled, “Well, I was hoping to ask you guys for something.”
“Anything,” they answered in unison before laughing together.
“So, you guys know that Kingsley and I have been together for almost 4 years now, and obviously we’re moving in together finally, but I was wondering if maybe-“
“Yes.”
“What?”
Ma giggled as Mumi responded, “Go ahead and ask her. I’m sure you guys will be great.”
My face flushed as I put the velvet bag on the counter, “Thanks guys. It means more than you know.”
“Oh trust us, we know. Go on, you have business to attend to,” Ma chimed.
It didn’t take me long to get ready. At least, I didn’t think it did until a knock sounded on the door, “Baby? I forgot you take forever and a day to get ready. Are you almost done?”
“Not even close,” I joked, putting on my lipgloss.
She groaned, “Ugh, I got myself into this.”
I opened the door, her jaw dropping as I did, “I’m just joking, my love. You ready?” She just eyed me appreciatively, mouth still agape. I closed it, smirking, “Don’t act like you’ve never seen me dressed up before. Come on, you have a surprise for me, don’t you?”
She cleared her throat, scratching her neck sheepishly, “Yeah um…right, right. C’mon, follow me, Bubs.”
I laced my fingers with hers, following her downstairs to the living room. As we reached the couch, she grabbed a strip of silk from the back of the couch, “Alright, time for my favorite part.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, yeah, get it over with, will you?”
She moved with the utmost delicacy and care, sweeping my hair behind my shoulders as she pulled the fabric over my eyes, securing it at the back of my head. She spoke softly in my ear, always with a flair for the dramatic, “Do you trust me?”
“With all of my being,” I whispered, a thrill running through my spine as she placed a kiss to the area behind my ear.
Her hand returned to mine and I followed quite blindly behind her as she led me through an unfamiliar feeling area and I tightened my hold on her hand, causing her to stroke her thumb over my knuckles, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. It won’t take long at all, I promise.”
I felt her stop in front of me, taking my other hand into hers, “Okay so, before I untie your blindfold, I just want you to know that I promise I hid this place from you on purpose.”
“Will you just take this damned thing off of me?”
She reached around my head, untying the fabric, “Ready?”
Fighting the urge to reach up and snatch the blindfold off, I nodded, “Yes.” She pulled it away, my eyes taking a moment to focus on her before shifting to the scene behind her as I gasped, “What is that?”
She snickered, “It’s a garden, duh.”
And what a beautiful garden it was.
She led me closer to it, as I smiled, “Help- the fireflies?”
She grinned sheepishly, “I had nothing to do with that, but lucky us, I guess?”
I studied her shifty demeanor, noting how nervous she seemed, “Okay, what’s up with all this? What are you doing?”
She rolled her eyes, kissing the back of my knuckles, “You’re so impatient all the time, oh my God. Okay, okay…whew……I can do this.”
“Hey, eyes on me, loser. Breathe first,” I instructed.
She scrunched her nose in distaste, “Shut it. I’m getting to it, I swear. So, I know we’ve been together for 3 years, 9 months, and 13 days-“
“And why do you know that off the top of your head,” I questioned, half-shocked and half-enamored.
“Details, unimportant,” she responded, waving a hand as she continued, “Seeing that we’ve been together for almost 4 years now and are finally moving in together, I was nervous as hell, but I ultimately decided I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. With that being said,” she began, moving to get on her knee as she reached in her pocket.
I stopped her, shaking my head with a hand on her shoulder, “Wait, come here.”
She looked at me confused as she stood, hand still poised at her pocket, “Yeah?”
I reached for my own pocket with one hand, prompting her to continue with my other, “Nothing, go ahead.”
Things clicked as she pulled out a velvet box at the same time I pulled out a velvet bag and she palmed her forehead, chuckling softly, “God, and here I was worried that you’d have said no.”
I smiled, teasing, “Awww, you were stressing over little ole me? For the record not only am I saying yes, but it’s a hell yes times a bajillion.”
She took my free hand in hers, bringing it to her lips, “Well, I know that now, but can I ask properly? I did in fact have a proper speech in mind.”
“Who am I to deny you such a sweet request?”
She returned to her knee, stroking her thumb over my knuckles as she took a deep breath, looking up at me, “As I said earlier, I was nervous as hell, I spent the majority of the morning pulling out my hair back home about any and every worry under the sun, but talking to my moms reminded me why I want to ask you in the first place. I first switched to studying abroad in search of a greater muse than what I could find here in Italy. Luck would only have it that I ended up with you as my guide around London. You’ve been my inspiration, my best friend-don’t tell Valé I said that-my lover, and I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life with you by my side. With that all being said, yes I forgot half of what I wanted to say the second I saw you, I love you and it would do me a wonderful honor if you would marry me.”
I poked my lip out, “I would love to marry you, bichita. On one condition.”
“Yes,” she questioned, eyes still looking up at me full of love and hope.
I tugged her from her knee once more as I pulled out my mother’s engagement ring, “You have to agree to marry me as well.”
She smiled, eyes watering a bit as she opened the velvet box in her hand, revealing a ring I recognized all too well, “I do. Trust me, if nothing else, I will marry you, and start a family, and take care of you.”
I poked my lip out, chuckling through my tears, “Kingsley….is that…is that the ring from when your Ma proposed to Mumi?”
She nodded, “I had went and gotten a ring made for you but Mumi sent it over here by Valé earlier. So? You’re definitely saying 'yes' right now, right?”
I nodded as she took my hand, “Yes, baby. I’ll marry you.”
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Oh yippee!!!!!
What’s your favorite color: it switches between purple and green and blue
How long have you been on Tumblr for: August 2017, so almost seven and a half years
Where’s a place you’ve always wanted to travel to: it would be quicker to list places I don’t want to travel to. If I won the lottery, it would be spent on traveling. Iceland is the first that comes to mind, but there’s so many places
What’s your fav clothing brand(s): don’t have any
What’s your fav singer/band: I plan on my first tattoo being |-/ as a symbol of hope and remembering how far I’ve come. Do the math.
Current phone lock screen: a picture I took at my 21p Clancy concert I went to a few weeks ago
Most recent/current hyper fixation: I’d say dan and phil but that’s been going on for nearly ten solid years now
What’s your relationship status: single, open to a relationship but not actively seeking it out, terrified because I have mental issues
What’s your dream job: Archiving or working in a museum with artifacts or historical research probably. Which is still a possibility, I have to look more into it. Also I would love to live in the middle of a forest with my wife on top of a hill with a clearing field filled with daisies and I sell homemade soaps and whatnot
Outside of tumblr, fav social app: Does youtube count? If not,,,, please don’t kill me please oh no,,,, tiktok. It’s a complicated relationship. It’s has made me the most mad I have ever been but she’s so good to me
Do you have pets: yes! A dog who is the first thing I’ve felt real love for and made me realized it’s a real emotion and I genuinely don’t know how I will cope when he dies and we’re not going to think about it
Tea or coffee: neither
Favorite ice cream flavor: just generic ice cream store is cookies and cream. There’s an ice cream shop really close to my campus that serves Graham cracker icecream and it’s incredible. A small chain near my home makes amazing cake batter and marshmallow ice cream as well. I adore Ben and Jerry’s and recently have been obsessed as it’s being sold on my small shitty campus store and milk and cookies is my go to
Tagging some mutuals. All tagged feel free to ignore and all mutuals not tagged feel free to do!!! @ademigodgirl @lesbiankingphil @possum-tooth @glassofpumpkinjuice @topperscumslut @frumdyke @navigatings @yellowjeans @cheekyvank @texashippiecowboy @castrotophic @honeypothowell @anchovies-are-tight @bluesesclueses @tictacbud @youretheworstperson @all-is-unwell @ectospazm @distracted-milkshake @homophobicranch @coseris @otherwiseromantic @thecakescene @logicallyphan @aromanticphillester @whatsitcalledfromthingy @string-chese @ingydar-phan @evensquirrellier @rachosaurusrex @badhabitnun @official--cheese @phanyu @spnyuri @houseofwolvess @second-chances123 @awkward-imp @astaarnars @catboydan @inturruptedbyfireworks @pissterdaniel @flowerchild-nani @skybruises @lobotomist-at-claires @queerdnp @theo-files @travelingstargazer @ghostly-rantings @the-paladin-gay @ghostboyhaunted
i was tagged by @jumpsuit-jumpsuitcoverme to answer these random questions (thank you sm violet!). sorry for making a brand new post for this. anyway:
questions:
: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color
: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for
: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to
: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s)
: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s)
: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen
: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation
: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status
: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job
: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app
: ̗̀➛ do u have pets
: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many
: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee
: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor
: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts
answers:
pink and black
five years i think
the usa (especially new york), iceland, india, australia
don't have one, as long as it's oversized or black it's good lmao (my sister always says i look like a gangster)
twenty one pilots (everybody shocked), but i also listen to a lot of musicals (especially lmm and dave malloy) and some pop girlies (right now mostly gracie abrams), my music taste is amazing as you can see
current lockscreen: happy boys (i change it so often tho i just have too many pics that i love)
twenty one pilots and right now also warriors i'm afraid (new lmm's album)
have you seen my blog single
broadway actress but i have no talent lmao
probably insta but i am mostly just lurking and discord if that counts
nope :( my apartment is too small to have a pet
again, i do not, but i want a cat (i would name him clancy)
coffee, but i drink a lot of tea now that it's autumn here
chocolate or mint with chocolate
npt: @wagingmywarsbehindmyface @thepaladinstrait @xproskeith @redwidow616 @mymuses-acquiredlikebruises @noproof-youjustknow @anixknowsnothin @soupiiiie @missmultipleaffairs @reverseblackholeofwords @phantaloon @thefootnotes @the-paladin-gay (that's more than three i'm sorry)
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Only Hope || TASM One Shot
Summary: Peter’s girlfriend knows he’s making a mistake by letting her go. Neither of them want this but he’s scared. When she’s continuously ignored, she takes matters into her own hand. [from this request] (Peter x Reader)
Warnings: Reader purposely gets herself into danger with little to no regard for her life. Alcohol use and gang activity.
A/N: I’m relieving my MCR emo high school days. I stole some lyrics from Only Hope For Me Is You and Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back to base this fic around. I used to love to write fics based off certain songs when I was in high school so this is bringing me back to 2010. Only Hope is the first half from the Readers perspective. Save Yourself is the second half from Peter’s pov.
Tag List: @ongreenergrasses @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn @coolchick333 @mrshipsmcgeenon @andiforgetaboutyoulongenoughh
Only Hope For Me Is You
Remember me Remember me
“I can’t keep putting you danger,” Peter cried.
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to take in what he was saying. He was breaking up with you. You shook your head, not ready to give him up. Not like this.
“I’m okay, Peter! Look at me! They didn’t hurt me.” You held out your arms to show him you weren’t hurt. You had survived a run in with a crew of mobsters looking to get their hands on Spider-Man. Peter had jumped in to rescue you before anything got too out of control. Still, seeing you in the middle of the those dangerous men, it was enough to shake him. He was having doubts. He was scared.
“That doesn’t matter! You could have been! If I wasn’t there...” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and tugged at a fistful of strands.
“But you were there,” your voice broke. “Pete. You can’t. You can’t leave me. What am I going to do without you? ”
This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
He wasn’t leaving you because he no longer loved you. He was leaving you because he thought it would keep you safe. This wasn’t the way to do it. This wasn’t right. Both of your would just end up miserable and alone.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I can’t risk it.”
Where, where will we stand? When all the lights go out Across these city streets Where were you when All of the embers fell I still remember there Covered in ash Covered in glass
Months had gone by. Peter refused to answer your calls. He was purposely shutting you out. You knew him better than anyone. You knew what he was doing. He thought if he iced you out you would forget about him and move on. He was wrong. It only made you crave him more. You needed him.
It was so sudden.
One second he was your whole world and, the next, you were left with nothing. You’re heart couldn’t take it. It hurt too much. The days felt like they dragged by. Every hour felt doubled. Time moved so slow without Peter. What was it moving towards? There was no point if he wasn’t there. Emptiness. Quiet. Nothing. There was nothing.
You couldn’t remember the last time you ate or slept. You knew you must have been doing those things because you were still alive. There were just no memories of it. A cloud of confusion followed you where ever you went. You had forgotten how to live without him. Pathetic. The kind of women you would had scoffed at years ago. How could one person center their whole life around another? That was absurd. Until you met Peter. Then you understood all the stories. It all made sense. One person, very well, could crawl into your veins and fill you with their life force until you fused together and were breathing as one.
Now he was gone and you had forgotten how to breathe on your own.
“You can���t keep doing this to yourself,” Becca, your best friend, cut through your cloud of thoughts and tugged at your arm. “Come on. We’re going out. I’m going to find you a cute boy to bring home. You’re going to get over this.”
You let your head lull onto your shoulder and you sighed, “I don’t want anyone else. I only want-”
“Peter. Yes, I know. You only want Peter,” she replied. “But he dumped you. I can’t keep watching you sit here and waste away into nothing. You need to get back out there.” She stopped and snuggled up on the couch beside you. “Look, we don’t have to go find you a guy to hook up with but I do need to get you out of the house. What if we went out to a bar like we used to? We could listen to live music, get drunk, eat crappy food. It’ll be fun.”
Fun. Fun wasn’t a word that still existed in your vocabulary.
Becca looked at you with her big, brown eyes. She was trying so hard. You didn’t want to disappoint her. You couldn't lose anyone else.
“Okay,” you sighed.
A smile spread across her face. She leapt off the couch. “You go take a shower! I’m going to pick out your outfit and get you looking beautiful tonight. It’ll be worth it. This is exactly what you need.”
If there's a place that I could be Then I'd be another memory Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me
“I’m not wearing this,” you said while looking down at the outfit Becca had laid out for you on the bed.
“Why not? You’ll look hot.” She picked up a body con dress and held it up to your figure. “I think you’ll look great. After a break up you’re supposed to be super sexy to show the world what it’s missing out on.”
You shook your head, “Absolutely not. My entire ass would hang out of that thing if I put it on.”
Becca gave you a frustrated sigh and tossed the dress back on the bed, “Fine. I figured you’d bitch about it so I picked out option two.”
She pulled out a pair of skin tight, black jeans, a little top, and a heeled boot. “And I’ll even let you wear my leather jacket over it if it’ll make you feel less exposed.”
You still weren’t pleased with the idea of the going out but, at least, this clothing option was less revealing. You reluctantly got dressed and Becca did your hair and makeup. The mirrored reflection staring back you now resembled the most well dressed, depressed person you had ever seen.
“You look beautiful,” Becca said. She placed a quick kiss to your cheek. “We’re going to have fun. We can make fun of all the creeps eyeing us up all night like we used to. You never know, someone might even catch your eye.”
You responded with nothing but a little grunt. You were already tired.
And if we can't find where we belong We'll have to make it on our own Face all the pain and take it on Because the only hope for me is you, alone
“Look over there,” Becca leaned across the sticky, wooden table and whispered to you. “Those two guys have been staring at us since we walked in.”
You subtly glanced over to where she was indicating. Sure enough, two college aged men were looking in your direction. You caught one of their eyes and he gave you a smile. You didn’t return it.
“Oh, come on,” she nudged your foot under the table. “Flirt a little! You can’t be sad forever. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.”
With a few drink already in your system, you felt a shift happen inside you. An idea floated through your hazed out mind and a small smile grew on your lips. Becca was right. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone...except when it did.
You slipped out of your chair and sauntered over to the two men. They both straightened up when you approached. You rested your arms on their table, pushing your breasts together and leaning forward slightly to better expose your cleavage.
You gave them each a sultry grin, “Would either of you fine, young gentlemen want to buy my friend and I another drink?”
They both scrambled at the chance.
Before you knew it, the four of you were drinking and laughing together. Becca had picked which guy she wanted to entertain for the night so you took the other. It didn’t matter to you which one you got. All that mattered was that you had a man to flirt with. You kept feeding him more drinks, watching him get sloppier as the night went on. At some point you took out your phone to take a few pictures. You got one with the many empty glasses on your tables, one of Becca posing sexily against the wall, and one of you downing a beer. Then you leaned back against your new friend’s chest.
“Hey, let’s take a picture!” You held the phone up, drawing your arm around his neck and pulling him towards you. “Kiss my neck,” you ordered him.
He gladly obliged. You bit your bottom lip and gave the camera a provocative look as if you were really turned on by what he was doing. Then you lifted his head to your lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth while you snapped the camera to capture a series of sloppy kisses. The second you got what you wanted, you shoved him away again, completely uninterested.
“You’re a really weird one,” he slurred his words at you.
You ignored him and reviewed the pictures. They would be the perfect bait. You posted them to your Instagram stories. You knew Peter would see them. Even if he was avoiding you, you knew how he was. He’d be keeping tabs on you. Maybe it was the alcohol flooding your brain but your new plan was forming and taking shape. Tonight, you would finally see Peter again. You would do whatever it took.
How it should you be Many years after the disasters that we've seen What we have learned Other than people burn in purifying flame
It was easier to escape Becca’s watchful eye than you anticipated. All you had to do was beg her to let you go back home with this drunk man. You didn’t even remember the name he told you. The poor girl thought you were getting over Peter. She thought you were healing by allowing yourself to have a one night stand. She gave you her blessing, made you promise to text her his address when you arrived, and keep her in the loop if you needed anything. You gave her an empty promise and a hug goodbye. You wouldn’t be making it back to his place, you just needed to leave Becca behind.
The chill of the night air surrounded you the second you walked outside. Your mind felt foggy and you were a little unstable on your feet. It was becoming apparent that you had drank a little more than you intended. You clung onto the man’s arm in an attempt to better steady yourself.
“What was your name again?” You asked him.
“Gary,” he responded.
You snorted and scrunched up your nose in disgust, “Like Spongebob’s pet snail?”
He blinked in confusion, “What?”
You glanced up at him. The guy was more faded than you were. The poor thing. You were going to take advantage of his intoxication to sneak away when the time came.
You were about ten blocks away from the bar when the wind blew in your direction. A familiar smell hit your nose and your skin tingled with excitement.
It was the faint, but distinct, smell of Peter’s cologne.
You’d recognize that smell anywhere. Your eyes darted around for the source of it. There weren’t many other people of the streets. It had to of been him. He was here. He was watching you. You could feel it. You knew posting those picture would lure him out. He’d want to make sure you were safe. He was always so protective over you when you were drunk. Your plan was working. It was time to ditch Gary. He had served his purpose of helping bring Peter to you. Now he had to go.
You stopped walking and leaned over to Gary, “Listen, buddy. It’s been lovely but I have to go.”
He paused and looked at you in confusion, “I thought we were going to go back to my place?”
You gently patted his shoulder and gave him a sad smile, “I’m sorry, bud. Not this time. I just can’t bring myself to let a man named Gary touch me. It’s not your fault. It’s your parents for naming you that.”
He sputtered out a response but you were already walking away, leaving him behind, for you to continue on your plan.
Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me
You quickly walked deeper into the city. There was a place Peter had told you about. He had warned you never to go there. It was heavy with gang activity and criminals. Recently on the news, you had heard about a group of men who were making a game out of their crimes. They would stalk their victims and film their mugging. They'd beat the people half unconscious, steal everything on them, then leave them for dead. Men, women, old, or young they didn't care. It was all a game to them. You had been unfortunate enough to view some their graphic footage that played on the evening news. Most of it was blurred out but you got the idea. These were not people you wanted to mess with but were exactly the kind that you needed.
Your heart sped up as you crossed the line into the bad part of town. Even the air felt different here. It felt thick and dirty in your lungs. Broken street lamps lined the cracked sidewalks, providing no extra light in the darkness. This was a stupid idea. You were officially insane. What if you had just imagined Peter’s cologne? What if it was another man wearing it? He might not even be following you. You very well could be all alone. You stopped and paused on the broken down side walk. Your eyes scanned the buildings around you. There was no sign of Peter that you could see. This was a bad idea. You were drunk and stupid and needed to turn around right now before you really ran into trouble.
“Where you going, pretty lady?” A deep voice called out from across the street. “That looks like a nice purse you got there. Mind if we take a look at what’s inside?”
Your heart sank. A group of large men appeared out of the alley behind him. You kept your head down and tried to walk as quickly as possible back to where you came from. You were too far away. You had gone too far. You should have stayed with Becca. Peter wasn’t here. He never was. He left you. He broke up with you. Whatever trouble you were about to get into would be entirely your fault.
Their footsteps started getting louder behind you. They were beginning to run to catch up with you. You had to protect yourself. You had to get out. You started running.
Your heart was pounding in your ears as you ran through the dark city streets. Your legs pumped harder under you to keep you moving forward. You could still hear the group of men behind you. They were right on your heels. You dove into an alley as a weak attempt to lose them.
Only there was a chain link fence with barbed wire curled on top blocking the way through.
Your stomach turned. This was it. You were trapped.
The men surrounded you with sneering smiles. One of them held a camera. They had to be the one’s you had heard about on the news. You prayed that Peter was following you. He was the last hope you had left.
“Stay away from me,” you tried to make your voice sound strong. It only came out weak and shaky with fear. “You’ll regret this. I know Spider-Man. He won’t let you get away.”
The group laughed at your useless threats. Spider-Man had chosen not to love you anymore. He chose to leave you. Your threats were empty and they saw right through them.
"Aw, she knows Spider-Man. That's so cute," the one with the camera taunted you. “Where is he then? Huh? Where’s that Spider-Man hiding? Spidey, come out and play!” He called up to the black night sky. When nothing happened he leaned down and held the camera close to your face. "Looks like he’s not around. Smile for the camera, baby. We like to get a good before and after shot to see how broken we can make that pretty face. This one will be fun. An added twist to the plot. Alright, guys, let's see how pissed off we can make good, old Spidey tonight.”
Their circle tightened closer around you. You closed your eyes and flinched away, bracing yourself for what would come next.
A thud landed directly in front of you. Your eyes peaked open to see Peter in full costume standing up slowly in front of you, his body was tense and blocking your from their view, his masked face stared menacingly at the men. Some of them gasped in shock and took a step back.
“What’s the matter?” Peter growled at them. “I thought you wanted to play.”
The only hope for me The only hope for me is you The only hope for me is you The only hope for me is you The only hope for me is you
Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back
I hope you're ready for a firefight 'Cause the devil's got your number tonight We're never leavin' this place alive But if you sing these words, we'll never die
Every single one of Peter’s senses was on high alert as he stood in front of her. Rage was coursing through and burning up his veins. There were eight of them and one of him. He carefully eyed up each man, studying their faces and searching them for any apparent weakness. Some shot nervous looks to the man holding the camera to see how he would react. He must be the leader.
Peter positioned himself right in front of the camera and tapped on the lens. He could see his masked reflection staring back at him. “A Canon DSLR. What’s a guy like you doing with a camera like this? What kind of things were planning on filming with it? I’m sure this little beauty isn’t full of incriminating evidence against you.”
The man tried to pull the camera away but Peter snatched it out of his hand before he could. He flung it up against the wall and webbed it high in place, “I think I’ll be saving that for later. I’m sure the police would love to see your artistic vision.”
Losing the camera was enough to set them off. Two men attempted to jump onto him. Peter easily side stepped them both and sent a flurry of rapid webs after them to incapacitate them. He watched a man in the back of the group back away slowly then turn to run into the street. Peter let him go. The low level guys weren’t his priority. It was the muscle and the leader that he wanted.
He could still feel her behind him. He was torn between swinging her out of there and potentially loosing the thugs, or dealing with them and potentially having her be in harms way. As long as she was tucked safety behind him at all times then he might be able to do both. He could do this. He could save her and stop them.
Get off the ledge and drop the knife Not a victim of a victim's life Because this ain't a room full of suicides We're believers, I believe tonight
Peter knew exactly why she had done what she did. It was his fault. She was only in this mess because he refused to see her. He had been hiding from her, hoping that she would move on, but he should have known better. They lived for each other. She was his other half. A part of his soul. Two people tied together. He couldn’t sever that bond no matter how hard he tried.
He just wanted to protect her. In the end, he only put her deeper into the fight.
Every night he would secretly visit her window. Sometimes he’d be greeted to the soft sounds of her labored breathing while she slept. Other times, he’d be forced to listen to her quiet sobs. The sound of her cries would drive a knife through his heart every time knowing that he was the one who caused her pain.
He desperately wanted to jump through her window and take it all back. He wanted to steal her away. Make her his again. Pretend like he never blew up their lives. Only he could be the one to fix them.
Now, as he felt her behind him, he longed to pull her into his arms once more. He could still have her. She still wanted him. That’s why she was here. For him.
Peter wasn’t going to let her down again.
We can leave this world, leave it all behind We can steal this car if your folks don't mind We can live forever If you've got the time
If it was a fist fight between the group of guys and Peter, he knew he would easily win. He had already whittled them down to four men. One had ran away and the other’s were pinned either to a wall or the ground. For a moment, he thought he might be able to end this quickly. He was getting the upper hand.
One of them ran at him with a knife drawn. Peter ducked under his arm and rolled out of the way. The second he was back on his feet, he had webbed the guy’s arm and tugged him back. Peter jumped on him, tossing away the knife, and attacked his face with his gloved fists. He pounded out all his anger and months of build up frustration against his face and felt the bones of his skull crack under the weight of the blows. He was so preoccupied with hurting the man that he failed to notice the leader of the group easily step past him towards her.
It wasn’t until he heard the distinct click of a gun being cocked that his attention returned to what was really important.
“Peter,” he heard her whisper.
His head whipped around and he stood up.
The large man had the love of his life wrapped up in his thick arms. A handgun was pointed directly into the side of her head. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and her lip quivered as she looked at him with pleading eyes.
“What’s the matter, Spidey?” He sneered. “You thought you were going to win this fight?”
The two remaining men grabbed onto each of his arms to hold him in place.
I'll tell you all how the story ends Where the good guys die and the bad guys win This ain't about all the friends you made But the graffiti they write on your grave
Peter knew he could shake off the men holding him in a matter of seconds but he remained passive to please the leader.
“Let her go,” he spoke with authority to hide his panic. “You don’t need her. I’ll give you back your camera and you can go. I won’t go to the police. I won’t come after you. Just let me take her home.”
The leader laughed, “At this point, you’ve both seen too much. I don’t make bargains with vigilantes.” His finger moved towards the trigger.
Peter’s senses slowed everything down. He saw it coming before it even happened. His hands flipped over to grab hold of the two men holding him back. He lifted each of them in the air and slammed them down onto the concrete, cracking it with the force at which their bodies were thrown into it. Then he fired off a web right at the leaders hand, catching it around his wrist, and pulling it away from her head, straight towards himself instead just as the gun went off.
He saw the bullet fly towards him. He knew if he didn’t move it would hit him directly in the chest. His reflexes worked quickly to spin his body out of the way. He felt the fiery heat graze across his chest, ripping open his suit, as it skimmed over the surface of his skin just as he turned sideways to avoid the direct hit. There wasn’t any time to think about how close to death he came.
Peter threw himself through the air, launching at the leader, and grabbing the gun from his hand. He spun it around, cracking the handle against the top of his head, knocking him out cold. Then he held the gun pointed at his unconscious body while he stood over him. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He wanted to pull the trigger. He wanted to end this miserable man’s life.
A gentle hand reached out and carefully lowered the gun. He’d know that touch anywhere. He could identify it with his eyes closed. It was the one had been craving for the past few months. A shiver ran through him as her hand rested on his forearm.
“Don’t,” she whispered to him. “That’s not who you are.”
I'm the only friend that makes you cry You're a heart attack in black hair dye So just save yourself and I'll hold them back tonight
“Don’t you know how stupid that was!” Peter paced angrily around his apartment. She sat perched on the edge of his bed with tears in her eyes. “You could have died! What if I wasn’t there? What would you have done?” He was sounding an awful like his original argument that caused him to leave her. It was like nothing had changed at all. He hadn’t changed a thing to keep her safe. She could still find danger whether or not he was with her. What was the point of keeping his distance if the results were always the same?
Her voice sounded so small when she spoke, “Then I would have died.”
“Exactly. You would have died,” he gave an exasperated breath as he stared at her. Then it dawned on him on the way she had said it. She didn’t say in a regretful way. She said it with finality like she would have been perfectly fine with death had he not shown up.
He could feel his heart breaking again.
This was because of him. He had caused this. His shoulders sagged in defeat. They couldn’t keep doing this. This wasn’t healthy for either of them. Peter gingerly sat on the bed next to her.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. For leaving you. For ignoring you. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”
He heard her swallow. She turned her body to face him. He did the same. She looked so tired. So sad.
“I don’t want you to be sorry, Peter. I want you to love me again. I want you to be with me. I want to stay here. With you. Forever.”
Peter leaned his forehead against her. He breathed her in, filling his body with her familiar scent. He took a shaky breath, “I never stopped loving you.”
You're the broken glass in the mornin' light Be a burnin' star if it takes all night So just save yourself and I'll hold them back tonight
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Hi! Do y'all have any recs for surprise sibling fics?
There are many fics with Neil especially having a sibling (check out our tag au: siblings). Many of them are fics where the siblings are on the run together, or have grown up together. As per your request, we’re concentrating here on fics where the appearance of the sibling comes as a surprise, either because their existence was unknown, or because they were presumed dead. - S
Also see…
Foxes taking in a younger sibling here
Neil with a sister here
Neil with a half-sister here; particularly ‘In Her Shoes’ and ‘Mack the Knife’ (updated)
‘The F Word’ here
‘The Water’s Sweet’ (updated) here
‘Razor sharp smile and icy blue eyes’ here
‘blood on their teeth’, ‘What if Neil had a younger sister?’ and ‘Wesninski Brothers Au’ here
‘It is Easier to Run if the World Thinks You Stayed Behind’ here
‘Aidan Minyard’, ‘Another Minyard’, ‘Three Minyards’ series and ‘counting sheep’ here
The Love We Lost (then found) by high_queen_emory42 [Rated T, 2612 words, incomplete, last updated May 2022]
What if Neil had a long-lost twin that appeared out of nowhere one day after practice?
Cue mass confusion.
(Inspired by @thesoupinursocks on Tumblr)
Familiar (Unfamiliar) by alisonlynn [Rated T, 3120 words, complete, 2022]
Nathaniel knew that he had a step-mother and a half brother. He knew this because Lola had taunted him with it while she was burning his face off. It didn’t matter what happened to him anymore, his father had something better to give the Moriyamas.
tw: violence, tw: injuries
An endless road to rediscover by Arirmis [Rated M, 28019 words, complete, 2022]
Kevin is shaking hard enough for his left hand to ache as he mindlessly tries to reattach the strings on Neil’s racquet. He knows it’s futile – that it is broken, and that Neil will never pick it up again.
Or: A VERY twisted version of Baltimore
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon
Big Brother, I'm Just Like You by hoziertozier [Rated T, 16312 words, incomplete, last updated March 2022]
What if Neil got a call weeks, months after Baltimore, that he had a little sister? Well, this series of vignettes shows how he and the other Foxes would adjust to having a kid around, and also gives a new point of view on Neil, Andrew, and the Foxes.
Everyone, meet Charlotte Josten.
(this originally started as posts on my tumblr, and i'm still gonna make those but i'm moving it onto here as well for ease of navigation. very self-indulgent, i'm very passionate about these characters healing slowly goddamnit!)
tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks
the way that we were (as if by chance) by maybeoneday_wellbefree [Rated G, 9252 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2022]
Neil hasn't seen his sister in 10 years, since he went on the run with his mom. He hasn't thought about her for most of that time (not actively, anyway).
So when the FBI and Stuart show up telling him that a) his sister is alive, b) she has things to lose now and, c) shes taken over for their father as the Butcher, Neil needs... he needs a minute.
The siblings need to reunite again, to bring down the rest of an empire from the inside out. All while navigating their pasts, their world as they know it now, and how those are going to intersect with each other.
Neil's not sure if he's ready for it, and honestly, Valen isn't either.
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture
I Think Mom Was Hiding Something… by clumsylittlewriter [Rated T, 2223 words, complete, 2022]
"Aaron’s jaw dropped at the same time he heard Katelyn gasp. He was sure he was hallucinating. Or maybe he was back on drugs. Because the man who stepped up to their table looked absolutely identical to Aaron.
He had the same straight, blond hair. He had the same hazel eyes with gold flecks, though his looked completely apathetic. He had an eyebrow slit and black gouges in his ears. He appeared to have the same abundance of tattoos Neil did, some lining his biceps, while others crawled up his neck.
He was also absolutely ripped, with bulging biceps and broader shoulders than Aaron’s could ever be. He had a tight, black, short-sleeved turtleneck on, along with a pair of light wash, ripped jeans. He was wearing black armbands that covered pretty much his entire forearms too, which were embroidered with colorful flowers and bumble bees.
Okay, so maybe not exactly the same. But he was similar enough to obviously be Aaron’s twin."
(Aaron meets Andrew a little later in life)
missing pieces by DesertLily [Rated T, 1026 words, complete, Aftg Winter Exchange 2021]
There are some things Neil Josten hasn’t told anyone but, as always, Andrew and Kevin find themselves as the exception.
In Our Family Portrait by bazerella [Rated G, 2707 words, complete, 2021]
Like most things wrong in Andrew and Aaron’s life, Tilda Minyard was to blame.
Andrew and Aaron discover Tilda had given up another child two years after they were born. When they get a call about their alleged sister being in a coma they reflect on what it means to be family and how far they've come as brothers.
Oh Brother by ExyEimi (Siyah_Kedi) [Rated G, 693 words, complete, 2018]
Nathan kept secrets from Mary, and the result shows up in Wymack's office claiming to be Neil's sister.
tw: violence
Neil-and-Katelyn-are-siblings AU by poly_pr1nce [Rated T, 1215 words, complete, 2018, locked]
Neil discovers he knew Katelyn a decade ago, except his name was Nathanial and her name was Natalie, and they were the children of Nathan Wesninski.
blood isn’t love by nebulousviolet [Rated T, 1213 words, complete, 2017]
“Your sister is annoying,” Andrew says.
“She’s not my sister,” Neil replies, and he isn’t lying.
Neil has a half-brother by @palmettofoxden [tumblr, 2017]
Who wants to hear about my latest idea that is at least at the moment at the top of my list of fics I want to write?
#fic#Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard#Neil Josten & OC#Aaron Minyard & Andrew Minyard#universe: canon divergent#universe: post canon#au: siblings#au: different first meeting#theme: angst with a happy ending#theme: fluff & angst#theme: fluff & humour#theme: reunions#theme: baltimore#theme: protectiveness#theme: hurt/comfort#theme: ptsd#theme: recovery#theme: injuries#theme: hospitals#theme: grief/mourning#theme: twinyards bonding#theme: foxes react#aftg exchange#tw: violence#tw: implied/referenced torture#tw: implied/referenced child abuse#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon#tw: implied/referenced self harm#tw: panic attacks#tw: nightmares
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