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shrinkthisviolet · 5 months ago

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I’m gonna give a commentary on all love ever does is (begin again)! Specifically some choice parts from it.

To start off:

And…and his dad. Barry chokes, thinking of the wish—the desire—to save his dad, the one he brushed aside for the sake of the timeline. The timeline that has never done a kindness for him, yet one that he’s expected to maintain nonetheless, lest he fall to madness like Thawne. Even when he’s alone, even as he watches his friends and family suffer every day…he’s expected to apologize and smile and push down his grief and carry on like nothing is wrong. It’s infuriating.

Flashpoint in general was shortchanged on the show. We only see an episode of it, then one episode of him undoing it and feeling conflicted about it…and then the episodes after that are focused on blaming Barry (which isn’t entirely unfounded, though it also kind of is, because of them blaming him for random ripple effects—but anyway, that’s a rant for a different post).

What I wanted to focus on was that second part: Barry undoing Flashpoint and feeling disoriented by the changes and also guilty about undoing it. Or maybe for doing it in the first place. Or maybe both.

It was also important for me to highlight that this choice stemmed from his grief over his dad. As much as he was going back to save his mom…he was also trying to save his dad, and that latter part is never really brought up by the show? It’s suggested, sure, but every time Flashpoint is discussed, Barry’s motives are solely tied to Nora Allen, not Henry. Which misses the point of why it happened. I wanted to highlight the Henry aspect of it, especially since this fic is all about Barry & Henry in particular.

And also…Barry carries a lot of resentment against the Speed Force in addition to his guilt. He doesn’t unleash that resentment until the Temptation arc in s6, but it’s strongly suggested (or stated? I don’t remember exactly) that he’s been carrying this for years. So here, I liked getting to mention that—the resentment would’ve been at an all-time high with the fallout of Flashpoint, I’m sure (it would’ve simmered after that for a few years, but right in the wake of it? Oh, yeah, that resentment would be high).

But then someone snatches him out of the time stream, and Barry’s heart nearly stops, because that looks like… Like his dad. But his dad’s not a speedster, and his dad doesn’t dress like the Flash, and there’s only one person he knows who that wonky helmet belongs to. “Jay Garrick?” He hopes he’s wrong. “Flash.” He’s not. “We need to talk.”

And speaking of Henry!! I don’t remember how many times after s2 it’s brought up that Jay (the real one ofc) is Henry’s doppelgänger, but iirc, it’s not mentioned in s3. I gotta believe that informed every interaction Barry had with Jay forever, ad infinitum…and certainly here, in s3, when he’s lecturing Barry. That’s gotta make Barry feel like he’s a kid being scolded by his dad again. He even basically says that here:

Jay’s words. But they feel like a scolding from his father, and the guilt burns.

And as a section break (and because this is getting pretty long), here’s a cut! The rest of the commentary is continued below:

“But why have these powers, if I can't go back and fix what I broke?” He remembers the Peter Parker line from Civil War, the essence of Spider-Man at his core: When you can do the things that I can, and you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.

As mentioned in the end notes…Civil War came out in April 2016, and Zoom killed Henry in May 2016. You can’t convince me Barry didn’t have this quote playing on a loop in his head in the immediate wake of Henry’s death, being locked in the Pipeline, handling Zoom…and then Flashpoint. I’m sure he did.

“I’ve handled most of the funeral arrangements,” she explains, her eyes so impossibly sad, “but you’re next of kin, and he’s your dad, you should be involved with planning it too.” She smiles sadly. “It might help, Barry.” And…well, what does Iris know about grieving a dead parent anyway? Especially in this circumstance? Earth-2 Iris lost Joe at Killer Frost’s hand, but it wasn’t personal, and Earth-1 Iris doesn’t know about that. The closest equivalent she has is Francine, and even then, the two weren’t close. She didn’t have to watch her dad killed by a vengeful speedster who only did it as a means of personality corruption. Iris has no idea how he feels, and he shouts this at her in no uncertain terms. Her eyes glisten with tears, but she drops the subject.

Ah, Barry’s patented defense mechanism: lashing out at his loved ones. Doing so at Iris is especially telling, because it speaks to just how not okay he really is :(

Also, regarding the funeral…I sorta forgot while initially writing this that they already had a funeral in 2x22 😅 I remembered a week or two later. And basically the explanation I came up with it in my own head to reconcile this is: one of the Flashpoint changes was that the funeral was postponed rather than occurring during 2x22.

They all hug him, tight and strong, all of them crying. It’s a relief, almost, to be hugged and comforted by people that knew his dad—his girlfriend, his future daughter-in-law, and his best friend. Henry didn’t know Caitlin as well, but Barry caught them gushing over medical stuff together, and Barry was glad they’d found friendship in each other, and Caitlin is Barry’s friend, and so is Tina tangentially, and Joe's family, and Iris is the love of his life. And all of that is more than he can say for anyone else here.

So, to clarify, the three people listed by epithets are: Tina (Henry’s girlfriend, they were so adorable in that one episode they got together), Iris (Henry’s future daughter-in-law), and Joe (Henry’s best friend). And I liked slipping in a moment of Caitlin & Henry’s friendship, because I gotta believe they bonded. Especially since they’re both doctors…even if neither of their specialties are ever specified by the show.

(does Caitlin even have one?? Closest I can guess is that she’s a PCP medically speaking, but then how can she perform surgery?? Then again, how can Julian and Iris perform surgery??)

Oh and also:

There’s a notable absence there, and it stings, but Barry’s anger wars with his guilt—Cisco likely doesn’t want to attend another funeral so soon after his brother’s, especially being so angry at Barry still. That doesn’t mean Barry doesn’t hate him for skipping it anyway.

Can’t forget what else is happening in early s3, now can we 😭

Vindictively, Barry’s a little pleased to see Jesse taken to task. Her powers—their powers—aren’t to be messed with lightly, and everyone seems aware of it but her, and everyone’s all too happy to tell her. In Barry’s opinion, they don’t need another speedster on the team messing everything up—he’s having a hard enough time fixing his own mistakes without worrying about someone else’s. And then Jesse helps Barry stop a meta, and Harry gives her a suit, and Barry zips around the Speed Lab—wow, that’s new, isn’t it?—until the urge to scream at Jesse dissipates. She’s a child, a naive little girl, she doesn’t deserve this, what gives her the right to get everything, while I lose everyth��?

And here’s this. It’s never suggested even in the show that Barry is jealous of Jesse in any way, but I do feel like given where his head is at in this fic, it makes sense. Jesse wants to use her powers every chance she gets (because she was rescued from Zoom and is not the main character, thus her trauma no longer exists), she’s scolded and held back at first…and then she succeeds once and is embraced as a hero.

Jesse’s getting encouragement and laurels, while Barry is still struggling with the weight of his failures. Is that fair to blame on Jesse? No. But that’s the point. Barry’s in a bad headspace right now, and deep down, he knows Jesse doesn’t deserve his anger, but he has to put it somewhere.

Really, the anger is masking concern. He says as much to Henry's grave:

“There’s a new speedster,” he whispers. “Jesse. You remember her, don’t you, Dad? Turns out she got powers from that explosion that almost killed me.” He sniffs. “So clever. So, so smart. Her dad loves her. As he should. But she’s so reckless too, you know? “I’ve spent the past few days hating her for it. For her powers. But I think that’s because no one else hates her powers anymore. They did at first—at least her dad did, because he was scared of what it meant—but not anymore. She used them to save me from a meta, and…and now… “Now everyone’s treating her like a hero. Like they treated me, after the whole Thawne mess. And I’m sore about it, because I’m trying to clean up my mistakes, and I’m watching another speedster come into her own, and…and she’s getting the hero worship—and I don’t want the hero worship, I don’t, but it’s…” But it’s easier to be praised and lauded than to face the consequences. “She has no idea,” he chokes, “how dangerous these powers are. How tempting. The power to change the past? How could anyone resist it for long? How could anyone grieve a parent and not want to bring them back?

Although that little speech comes just a short while after he lashes out at Harry for expressing concern over him:

“Don’t you have a speedster daughter to worry about? She has time travel too, you know!” Harry’s eyes widen. “You did make the same mistake. Why? That’s not like—” “Because Zoom killed my father, in case you forgot!”

And Harry, of course, isn’t having it:

Harry turns to face him head-on, and the look in his eyes—firm but not intense—nearly takes Barry aback. “I’m saying, Allen, that you act like you’re the only one grieving your father. You’re not.”

...

“You’re right, no one knows him like you do. But love isn’t as simple as that. You can be loved by a hundred different people, and they can all feel your loss like a stab to the heart, and they can all grieve in similar ways.” Harry looks away. “Believe me, Allen, that’s a lesson I’m still trying to learn. A lesson I often struggle with. Don’t make my mistakes. You’re better than that.” “Because I’m a hero?” Barry quips. “Because you’re Bartholomew Henry Allen. You carry his name. That has meaning. Be a man your father would be proud of.”

Of course, he also reiterates that this is advice he’s still learning to follow. Harry’s great at giving advice (hey, he’s been a dad for 17-18 years, he ought to have picked up some wisdom from it), not so much at following it…even when he really should.

He also reassures Barry in his own gruff way, when Barry gives way to his perpetual self-blame and guilt:

“What if I’m not strong enough? What if I hurt someone, or make the wrong choice again?” Harry’s gaze is steady as ever, unflinching. “When you got your powers, did you immediately know how to use them?” “What?” Barry frowns. “No, I—” “Did you always make the right call? Were you always the perfect hero?” “Of course not!” “Of course not,” Harry parrots, “which is why you needed a Team, at first, to help you get your bearings. And a mentor. And you needed to give yourself time, to learn how to use your powers, and the room to make mistakes. There’s no handbook for being a superhero. What makes you think grief would be any different?” “But Thawne—” “—was from the future. Maybe there’s a handbook in that time. But there isn’t one now. There are things you still don’t know, things that I don’t know. I’m terrified every day of Jesse having powers, but I can’t hold her back and pretend her powers don’t exist. Likewise, you can’t bury your grief and pretend it doesn’t exist, or it’ll explode out of you. Like with your earlier time-travel decision.” “That’s not—you have no idea—” “I’m not a speedster. But I know grief.”

Takes one grieving man to recognize another…even if one is grieving his wife and mother of his child, while the other is grieving his father (and, honestly? Probably his mom too, all over again, after having to let Thawne kill her to restore this timeline)

Of course, it ends hopefully. Or, I guess, bittersweetly:

“Come on, let’s go. Jesse’s already twice as hungry as before, now that her metabolism’s gone up.” “That’ll be fun to deal with.” “That’s my headache, Allen. Yours is gonna be training her.” Barry groans, remembering Jesse’s recklessness even before she got her powers. With the added bonus of the Speed Force… “Oh no.” “Buckle up.” Harry grins. “I can’t wait to see this.”

Life goes on, and so must they. That grief lingers, it can never be “fixed”, but it can become easier to grow around over time. But that’s not something that can happen in such a short time. So as far as endings go…that’s the happiest one you can hope for in a fic like this.

(It’s interesting, btw, how Harry reacts to Barry’s anger vs how everyone else does. We know from canon that everyone gives Barry a wide berth when he's angry, giving him time to cool off.

Harry, though? He just barrels right in with all his bluntness, because he has no time or patience for mincing words or stepping on eggshells. And this approach should by all accounts be kindling to further ignite the fire...but it turns out to be exactly what Barry needs)

director’s cut ask game!

#director’s commentary ask game #barry allen #henry allen #harry wells #the flash #barry allen needs a hug #barry allen whump #aka the ‘hey cw let barry deal with his grief AT ALL’ fic

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mercur1e · 3 years ago

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Helllooooo

Soo I just saw you're headcannons are literally 💞💞

It's lowkey the only thing keeping me safe and alive ✋😌......soooooo can I request Gom + kuroko and kagami (if it's to much you can just doo Aomine, Kise and Midorima and akashi)where they accidentally hurt their s/o feelings pleaaseeeeee..... I need some angst but please end it in fluff (cuz i lowkey cannot handle it)

Please take care of yourself, your health always comes first, I love youuuu ❤❤❤

Ofc love! I hope you're doing well and I love you too :) <333

Akashi

He disregarded your hard work :(

You're trying to start your own small business and you're having a little trouble, which is not unusual that happens sometimes!

You were having trouble hiring employees and you were talking to him about it, and he was in a bad mood prior to you approaching him

"You're not going anywhere with this. It would just be better to give up on it. You're not going to make it that far even if you do succeed. And can you leave? I'm busy and all you're doing is acting as a distraction."

You just froze, you couldn't believe what he had just said

Not only did he know how much work you were putting in, he also knew how excited you were for the future of your shop too

You didn't even say anything, you just froze with shock, hurt, and surprise and stomped out of his office

You left the house, you needed some time to cool off and cry

It took Akashi a second to realize what he had said and how hurtful his words were, so he started looking all over for you in the house. He goes into the garage to see your car is gone and he assumes the worst.

You don't pick up the phone when he calls you or answer his texts, opting to turn it off after the fifth call.

You stay by your best friend for the night and they comforted you and told you he probably didn't mean it, and that you can stay as long as you need

After you leave from by your friends place you go to your favorite cafe for some breakfast

And guess who's there, Akashi.

You turn around and walk out because you were honestly not ready to deal with him just yet and it was too early in the morning for all that

He catches you on the way out and apologizes :)

"Love, I apologize for what I said yesterday. It was inconsiderate, hurtful, and wrong. You've been working so hard on your business and you're doing your best to make it happen. I was in a bad mood yesterday and I dont know what came over me. Will you forgive me?"

Looking you in the eye as he spoke every word, holding your hands and rubbing them, you know he was truly sorry and wants to fix what he did.

"I forgive you Sei, but what you said was really hurtful. You know how much this means to me and how much work I've been putting in. But I do forgive you."

He takes you out to eat at your favorite restaurant and watch a movie afterwards back at home, kisses you tons and holds you in his arms when you fall asleep.

He also puts in a good word with his work associates about your business and you gain more employees and popularity! But unless you want to do it completely on your own he's there supporting you every step of the way and giving you advice :)

Midorima

He acts like your affection is kryptonite, even though you're not a clingy or overly-affectionate person

You guys had been together for about 3-4 months

He always brushes you off even at the most simplest acts of affections, you're starting to really question if he even wants to be together.

Well this particular time he embarrassed you in front of the team :/

There was a break in between practice and you went to give him his water bottle and give him a hug

"Hey Shin he's your water bottle, don't work yourself too hard okay?"

After that you went in for a quick hug but he held a hand against your chest and glared at you

"Why are you always so clingy? You're always on me and its annoying. Can you just leave me alone or leave?"

He said that right in the middle of the court, everyone's eyes were on you and you felt embarrassed.

"...alright."

That's all you after said you shoved the water bottle into his hand and walked out of the gym.

Takao was the one to call him out on his behavior and tell him that he was being rude and that he should apologize

Midorima took that advice and after practice, he went to find you and apologize, except you weren't anywhere he checked or thought you would be

You avoided him for 3 days straight until he arrived at your house unannounced

Your lucky item in his hand, he gives you a well deserved apology

"Y/N I- I'm sorry that I was being rude to you. There was no reason for me to act like that and I haven't been appreciating you like I should. That was rude of me and I hope you except my apology. Also- this is your uh lucky item."

He hands you a plushie :)

He gives you hugs and reassures you that he appreciates your affections despite him not being used to it!

He also got an extra lap at practice from Miyaji lol but he decided not to tell you that part

Kise

Is very busy and it's sometimes hard to make time for you :(

And you also couldn't show him affection in public or be around him because his fangirls would throw a hissy fit

He hasn't been answering his phone and he can't really get that close to you at school so you've been feeling left behind

When you finally managed to catch him, you said you wanted to go out and just catch up because you two haven't spent much time together and he agreed

However Kise forgot about the plans and you were waiting at the restaurant, alone.

You went home that night upset, tired, and wondering if you even want to be in a relationship anymore

You stopped texting him and talking to talk to him at school, not that you even had that much time to talk to him and school anyway

Kise had realised a whole day later that he had forgotten about the plans you two had made together

He took off from work the whole week, even though his manager was mad about it and went off to find you

He found you at a park after school and approached you with flowers in his hand

"Y/N baby I'm so sorry I forgot about our date. I can't imagine how you must've felt and to make up for it I called the whole week off! I'm really, really sorry that I havent had time for you. Do you forgive me?"

"Yeah, I forgive you Kise I'm just really hurt that you stood me up. You knew we hadn't spent alot of time together and I was really hoping to catch up with you that night. But I'm just happy you're here."

He takes you to a concert! Your favorite artist was in town and he bought tickets for the two of you!

The whole week was filled with fun, love, and lots of conversations :)

He promises to make more time for you and be there for you whenever he can!

He also posts you on his socials and shows you affection at school, showing his fangirls that he's not for them, but for you and they can go away of they don't like that

Aomine

You feel like he doesn't put any effort into the relationship

It's always you doing everything, it just gets tiring

He doesn't really make an effort to do anything, like plan dates, hang out, or just spend time together

He also uses basketball as an excuse to not hang out with you when you already know he's not at practice

Like if you want alone time man just say that

So you had planned a date for you two, nothing big just going to the movie theaters yk

He cancelled last minute, saying Imayoshi was forcing him to come to practice

It was a sunday, they don't have practice in sunday

You talked to Momoi as she is a close friend of yours too, about how you feel like you're the only one making an effort and that you feel like he doesn't want to spend time with you

She tells you to confront him about it, so you do

The next time Daiki comes to your house you ask him about it

"It just feels like I'm the only one putting work into the relationship and I feel like you're avoiding me. You make up excuses to not be with me and bail on me last minute...do you even want to be with me? And if you do want alone time just be upfront about it, don't give me terrible excuses or flake out on me."

Aomine honestly didn't know you felt that way

Now that he looks back at it, it has been mainly you doing most of the stuff in the relationship, and he can see why you feel like it's only you trying

"You're right, it has been mainly you doing stuff for both of us. I'm gonna start putting in more effort because it's time I do. I'm sorry that I've been making shitty excuses to not hang out with you, and cancelling all of a sudden. I'll be honest when I don't feel like going out and I'll spend more time with you."

He makes it up to you by taking you to a festival and going to see a movie with you

True to his word, he starts putting more effort into y'alls relationship and you two take turns planning dates

And if he doesn't feel like going out you guys have at home dates instead :)

I know this took a little longer than usual, I'm sorry for the little setback. Hopefully you like them! Thank you for requesting and feedback is appreciated! Love you <333

#akashi seijuurou x reader #aomine daiki x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #kise ryota x reader #knb x black! reader #knb x poc!reader #knb x reader #aomine daiki x black!reader #aomine daiki x poc!reader #akashi seijuro x black!reader #akashi seijuro x poc!reader #midorima shintaro x black!reader #midoroma shintaro x poc!reader #kise ryouta x black!reader #kise ryouta x poc!reader #knb angst

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on this https://sapphicdalliances.tumblr.com/post/673266218401169408 please!

LINK - proof that people will really like and reblog anything...

If you've ever asked yourself how obtuse and absurd JGY stans are the above post should answer all your questions ...

"i genuinely feel like The Whole Point of Jin Guangyao’s demise is that it was not justice. in-universe, it did not actually come about because of any of his deeds that we the modern audience would consider the most heinous. Nie Huaisang plotted against him because he killed Nie Mingjue specifically"

Revenge, when justified, is justice in-universe which is what matters when discussing the story. So the whole argument has zero actual worth. JGY's demise came as a result of NHS avenging his brother, which MXTX considered righteous enough that she saw no reason to have NHS caught :

JGY wasn't advertising the messed up shit he was doing, it only started coming to light as NHS, who had seen his true face, started exposing him.

"Mingjue explicitly and with pre-meditation tried to kill Jin Guangyao three separate times, with the novel (my preferred text source) heavily implying he only started playing the evil music after that third time. this could very reasonably be argued to be self-defense."

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. This isn't how "premeditation" or "self defense" work... 🙃

And ofc we can't have a post about JGY without the fucking "watchtowers" ! This is a pretty big reach from what is actually written in the novel, op's "preferred text source" lmao.

"and since I’m being petty anyway, I’ll once again throw out the fact that the person who affected the largest-scale positive societal change was in fact JGY, whose watchtowers were repeatedly praised for saving countless civilian lives, by the narration and by WWX himself"

-petty is the wrong word here... 🌝. So is "largest- scale positive societal changes" ... but wait bc op also says this earlier!

friend izzy points out that in the world of MDZS, “justice only happens on a personal scale”. there is no societal change.

lol 🤔🌝

People who attacked a guy and are big mad he didn't just let them kill him =/= finding out your brother's sworn brother used him for status and legitimacy then with a smile, slowly poisoned him with what was supposed to be healing music until he died painfully and violently, then chopped his body and soul into pieces 🤡

"i’m making this post because a lot of people have told me point blank that JGY “earned” his miserable ending by doing bad shit, that Jiang Cheng/JGY/LXC/whoever the person thinks is an antagonist because they were mean to wangxian were “punished” with horrible fates, and this is how MXTX is codifying who the villains and who the heroes are, and the story is actually explicitly about moral uprightness prevailing over repugnance. and i just think that’s kind of a lackluster reading for a text that’s so blatantly explained that in this universe, good or bad things will simply happen to people completely regardless of whether or not it’s fair."

MXTX explaining why NHS is not a villain:

( translations x )... MXTX has a whole extra about how XY and JGY are villains. She assumed ppl would fucking come to her story with a bare minimum level of reading comprehension (her bad). In universe bad things can happen to good people sure, but people still have control over how they react to those bad things, over their own actions. They're still held accountable. What's morally reprehensible are ppl like jc, like jgy, like xue yang who take out their personal shits on others who are innocent. Op's hot take "summation" is just Xue Yang's mentality lol:

"Xue Yang stood up and kicked the stall over.

The vendor himself had been busying himself all over the place. He was shocked speechless by the kick. He stared as the young man perpetrated his assault and, after the kick, said nothing as he turned around to leave, a wide grin on his face. Only a few moments later did the vendor realize what happened. He caught up and scolded, “What are you doing?!”

Xue Yang, “Wrecking your stall.”

The vendor was half-dead with anger, “You’re sick! You’re mad!”

Xue Yang didn’t move an inch. Pointing at his nose, the vendor continued, “You little bastard! You eat my food, you don’t give me money, and you have the guts to wreck my stall?! I…”

Xue Yang’s thumb shifted. The sword at his waist was unsheathed with a ‘clank.’

The sword shone coldly. He gently patted the vendor’s cheek with Jiangzai’s blade, his voice saccharine, “The dumplings were nice. Add more sugar next time.”

After he finished, he turned around and continued to march forth.

The vendor was a mixture of shock and fear. He was mad, but he didn’t dare say anything, gaping as he walked into the distance. Suddenly, he was filled with rage and frustration. A moment later, he let out a furious roared, “… Under broad daylight without rhyme or reason—why, why?!”

Xue Yang waved his hand without even looking back, “There’s no why. There are lots of things in this world that happen without rhyme or reason. This is called an unexpected disaster. Goodbye!”

lol ...

Night had already fallen. It was quiet all around, with few passersby. The two talked as they walked, passing a street side stall. The vendor was in the middle of dejectedly tidying his tables. He looked up and suddenly screamed, jumping backwards.

His scream and his jump were both quite frightening. Even Jin GuangYao paused, his hand moving to Hensheng’s handle at his waist. When he saw that it was only the average street vendor, he immediately ignored it. Yet Xue Yang didn’t say a word before he went over and kicked over the booth again.

The vendor was both shocked and terrified, “It’s you again?! Why?!”

Xue Yang grinned, “Haven’t I told you? There’s no why.”

I mean... quite obviously there's is a why.

#mdzs #answers

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deepdisireslonging · 3 years ago

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You’re Hot When You’re Angry

Prompt: “Also, if you're still accepting these- could I request #24 [“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”] with Aleister Black? Whenever you get time, ofc :)” @apprendreamaimer

Pairing: Aleister Black x Reader (gender never specified)

Warnings/Promises: Angst, implied smut (you could say written in “fade to black” form, lol)

Word Count: 731

Note: Since I’m using my laptop again for Uni, I rediscovered the list of requests sitting in my WIP file. This isn’t a promise I’ll be able to do much more, if any, but I read this prompt again and came up with something. Unfortunatly, I think the person who requested it has either deacvitated or has moved. If you know who they are now, would you mind passing this along? Also, I’m writing with pre-AEW, but nearing post-WWE Aleister and the potential mindset he was in at the time. But this is still kayfabe! (Because I love Tommy and Thea; they are an OTP.)

It was obvious how frustrated he was. From the knife and fork scraping hard enough the plate at dinner to make your ears tingle. To the solid, terse way he prepared for bed. For over a week the signs had been building. You almost panicked to find him not laying next to you in the middle of the night, but you knew where he was.

Warm as it was, the air was still cooler against your bare legs than the former warmth of the bed. Your sleep shirt, the only bit of clothing you cared to wear at night, did nothing to help.

Down the hall. Down the stairs. Into the room built off the garage.

Before you reached the door, you could hear him. It creaked open to give you the sight you knew you’d see: Aleister furiously punching and kicking the bag hanging from the ceiling. The wide windows into your back yard let in plenty of the scant moonlight. He was drenched in sweat. Shoulders tensed. Hitting the punching bag as if there was a face there. As he circled it, he saw you. Then kept going.

“Go back to bed.”

“No.” You leaned against the door frame.

He grunted with another series of punches. “I’m going to be here a while. Go back to sleep.” Then he continued with his midnight work-out. After five minutes, he worked himself up to a frantic pace, which ended with collapsing on the floor. You rushed to his side.

“I’m fine,” he panted. “It’s just…” Trying to catch his breath and his racing thoughts, he paused. His eyes flickered back and forth as if speed-reading a text, looking for answers. “What was the point? I came back. I did what they said. I built a new character. It was cleared. Given the green-light. I was in the middle of the feud they built. Why-“

You placed a calming hand on his arm.

“Why was I released?”

“Because what’s-his-face has more power than he should.” You took a deep breath, calming the rage in your own veins. “One day Vince will see that he’s letting go of too much talent. I kind of hope that he realizes that before everything goes under. But things to change internally too.” When Aleister wasn’t forthcoming with a comment, you slid into a more comfortable seat next to him. “There was nothing you did wrong, nothing more you could have done. I think this whole release season has been random so that guy could test the limit of his power. You were just-“ you cringed, hating the choice of words you couldn’t change, “swept away.”

It wasn’t the most encouraging speech you’d ever made. But Aleister noted his appreciation with a nod and a tired grunt.

“Get up.”

“What?”

You stood, planting your feet. “Get up. You know just as much as I do that this is not where your career ends. The wrestling world is vast. If Vince thinks he regrets this decision now, just wait until you find your next step.”

From the ground, Aleister smirked. There was no way you looked imposing, scantily clad in your short sleep shirt. But he got the gist.

“Tonight,” you continued, “be angry. Use that energy to train. You’ve been doing already but let me help you. Tomorrow… we look for that next step.”

Together, you led Aleister through his paces. Moonlight moved across the room as the night wanned. Still, he kept going. Shouting with frustration just as intense as before… now with a purpose. As you steadied the bag for his punches, you watched his muscles clench. His sweat glisten. You listened to his haggard breath quicken and release as he released the pressure from his body. It set your blood aflame. He noticed.

With a smirk, you said, “you’re hot when you’re angry.”

Quick as a punch, he reached out and snagged your wrist. The wall collided with your shoulder blades, and his mouth collided with yours. The air burned with passion. He marked you. Tasted you. Felt the rage in your veins and channeled it to meet his. From the wall, to the weights bench, to the floor, Aleister made ravenous love with you till dawn.

After a quick shower, you both fell back into bed. There you stayed, sleeping deeply until you were woken up by, of all things, a phone call.

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Masterlist

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More Aleister Fics:

Bite Me (AR, Ficlet, S)

That’s Not My Name (AR, S)

Into the Darkness (Challenge, Highlander Immortals AU)

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stargazing-enby · 4 years ago

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I had a dream that harry and draco were both aurors and they were married to ginny and astoria and then got sent to a mission and they had to do a steak out????? But ofc there was tension so they were like uuuuhhhhh we should bring our wives bc uuuuhhh we cant be away from them too long ya know and they all spend a month or two in a house and shit and ginny and astoria fall in love and bc theyre badass ladies they are upfront about it and then harry and draco are like.... Guess we should a dress

our thing too huh?? And then albus and scorpious have 2 moms and 2 dads (ginny and astoria were both pregnant btw, dont know if i already said that) and it was weirdly amazing and i didnt know who else to tell so yea

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Anon, your mind. First of all, thanks so much for sharing your dream with me because it's honestly amazing. Second of all, I was re-reading your asks the other day wondering if I should try to write this, and soon after that I took the (ill-advised) decision to take a nap and started dreaming about your prompt. Now I feel like I share a special, oneiric connection with you! Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks @april-thelightfury115 for betaing!

Drarry | 2.3k | Teen and Up | Falling in Love, Break Up, Getting Together, Kid Fic, Pregnancy | Read on AO3

At first, Ginny had been mad. Offended, even, that her husband had thought it a great idea to make her share a house with Astoria Malfoy for Merlin knew how long while he and Draco ran off to chase some suspect.

“The only thing that woman and I have in common is that we're pregnant,” Ginny had argued, “and that we're both married to bloody idiots!”

Three weeks into the stakeout, however, Ginny had to admit she’d been wrong. Although wrong wasn't perhaps the most accurate of word choices, since she and Astoria were, like she’d suspected, completely different kinds of people. Where Ginny was passionate and intense, Astoria was quiet, an aura of serenity always surrounding her. Where Ginny bickered and joked and threw jibes around with her husband whenever she had the chance, Astoria was all subtle touches; a small caress to Draco's shoulder before they left home in the morning, a careful take care whispered in his ear.

Where Ginny was fire, Astoria was water: cleansing and soothing and calm.

But she had been utterly, dangerously wrong in that she couldn’t help but find Astoria Malfoy intoxicating.

“Darling.” Astoria had recently taken to calling her that when they were on their own, in a tone that Ginny could not bring herself to believe to be purely neutral. “Are you sure you're not tired? I sincerely doubt they'll arrive before dawn this morning—we don't have to stay awake if you don't want to.”

“No, no—” Ginny couldn’t help but shiver as the small realisation washed over her for seemingly the hundredth time that night: the realisation that Harry, as much as she adored him, could not have had any less to do with her wanting to stay awake. “I don't want to give up the chance to beat you one more time.”

Astoria smiled at her, cheeky.

“Very well,” she said, and, after a moment, moved one of her knights on the board. She didn't take her eyes off Ginny as the Knight destroyed one of Ginny's pawns; her eyes sparkled with naughty mirth, and Ginny's breath caught.

A moment later, a wave of guilt drowned the butterflies in her stomach, and Ginny looked down at the chess board and told herself that she was in love with her husband. Utterly, helplessly in love.

Except you aren't, a little voice said. You love him. You love him more than anything. You’ve loved him since forever; you'll love him for forever, because he'll always be the person who gave you your son. But you are not in love with him anymore. You haven't been for a while now.

“Ginny.”

She raised her head.

“You're not thinking about the game.”

It wasn't a question.

Astoria knew. She wasn't stupid. She knew she wasn't meant to be calling Ginny darling, knew of the emotions—deep, fierce, raging—that ran under Ginny's skin whenever they shared a smile, a look; whenever one's fingertips found the other's knuckles and their knees brushed and bumped almost on their own accord in the middle of their nightly conversations.

“I'm not,” Ginny said. “I'm thinking about us.”

Astoria let out a breath, shoulders sagging. She looked down, but Ginny waited, gaze steady, for Astoria to look back up at her.

“It's late,” Astoria said after a moment.

“I think I'm falling in love with you.”

Astoria closed her eyes, a slow frown twisting her sharp features.

“I know.” It was barely a murmur.

“I know you know,” Ginny said, a challenge.

Astoria met her gaze, then, and Ginny's resolve wavered when she realised just how terrified Astoria was.

“Hey,” Ginny murmured, standing up. Astoria, lips trembling, buckled over to make room for her in the settee. “Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry—”

“It's not your fault.” Even though her head was turned away from Ginny, Astoria leaned into her touch. “None of this is your fault. Draco is—” Her voice broke, and Ginny held her hand with both of hers, aching, yearning to hold Astoria in her arms and take the pain away. But she couldn't. “Draco is a wonderful man. He's attentive, and loving, and he's funny, and…”

A tear fell into Astoria's shirt over her tummy.

“And he's my best friend. But he and I are not in love. We never have been.”

That caught Ginny off-guard.

“Never?”

Astoria laughed, a broken, pathetic sound.

“Never. Our parents planned our union soon after I left Hogwarts. I was horrified at first, but after getting to know him, there was a time when I really thought I would fall in love with him in time. That he'd fall in love with me. And we did end up loving each other, mind you: he will always be my closest friend. It's just not…”

“Yeah,” Ginny said softly. “I understand.”

Astoria turned to look at her, then. Seeing her teared up made something inside Ginny snap, and she reached out, held Astoria's cheeks in her hands, thumbing at her messy tears.

“Harry and I were in love for a long time, but… I think he knows just as well as I do that the love we feel now is purely platonic.” She smiled—chuckled. “In fact, a small part of me suspects whatever he feels for Draco right now is more intense than what he ever felt for me.”

That tore a laugh out of Astoria.

“I would not be surprised if that was the case. Those two…” She shook her head. “They're incorrigible.”

Ginny groaned in agreement. A moment later, though, her smile faded away and she was left with Astoria's face cradled in her hands. Their legs pressed together, their eyes searching the other's face. Scared, but hopeful.

Sliding her hands down Astoria's neck and shoulders, and then squeezing her arms, Ginny let out a slow, deep breath.

“I think we need to have a conversation with our husbands.”

***

“You… What?”

To Harry's credit, he looked more baffled than anything else.

“We're in love,” Astoria repeated, voice steady, but gaze pleading with Draco to understand.

“I… Okay. Okay. Give me one second.” Harry turned around and sat down on the nearest chair.

Draco remained still. As far as Ginny was aware, he’d barely even blinked since they'd started explaining the situation to them.

“Are you going to say anything?” Harry asked after a moment, turning to Draco. When Draco shook his head, gaze still fixed in some distant point in space, Harry stood again, leaning his weight against the table. “Okay, so first of all, this is all extremely awkward.”

“We were aware of that much, thank you,” Astoria said.

“I mean, both of you are pregnant. With our babies.” He gestured between him and Draco. “Not to mention that we're married, although that's slightly less permanent…”

Draco huffed, and the three of them turned to him. When he didn't say anything, Harry continued.

“But I guess it… makes sense? I mean—you two are sort of like… the perfect opposites, you know. I always knew you would get on well. I didn't suspect you'd get on this well, but, hey—”

“Have you—” Draco's head seemed to be stuck mid-shake, eyes scrunched closed. “Have you done anything? With one another?”

“No, darling.” The word sounded different, Ginny thought, when Astoria used it for Draco. “We were waiting to tell you.”

He nodded, but didn't say anything else. When Astoria approached him, Ginny took a step back to give them some space and leaned into the table with Harry.

“I love you,” she told him.

“And I you,” Harry said, eyes low. Gulping, he took Ginny's hand in his. “But… I mean, I think both of us had noticed that something was… that something wasn't…”

“I know.” She squeezed his hand. “I know.”

He looked up at her, and Merlin, he looked so, so vulnerable in that moment that Ginny wished more than ever that she could love him the way he deserved to be loved. But that simply wasn’t for her to do.

“I still would like for us to raise our son together,” he murmured.

“We will. Harry, I don't care what happens from now on. You're still my best friend, and you're still the father of my kid. Nothing is going to change that. Okay?”

Harry nodded, and, biting his lip, turned his gaze to Draco and Astoria. After a moment, Ginny did too.

Draco was crying.

“Come on, let's give them some space,” she said, pushing herself off the table. Harry followed her out of the room.

***

“Draco…”

No reply came. Harry looked at him, but Draco's gaze was fixed somewhere outside the car window.

They'd spent countless hours inside that car, in that very watch post. Hours chatting, and bickering, and taking turns to sleep while the other watched the house for any signs of activity.

It had never been awkward before now.

“Look, we need to talk,” Harry said. Draco huffed, unamused. “We need to talk because we both know our wives are not the only ones who’d noticed something wasn’t right before yesterday’s conversation. They were just the only ones brave enough to be upfront about it.”

In the moment it took Draco to turn around, Harry thought of Draco's head on his shoulder; of the way it had felt when Draco had fallen asleep there, of the way he'd been so careful not to let it fall so Draco wouldn't wake up. He thought of the way their arms brushed whenever they walked, wands in hand, toward a dangerous location. Thought of the very reason they'd been so adamant that their wives should come with them on this mission: a truth they'd refused to confront, and that had gone and slapped them in the face anyway.

“Do you understand how terrifying this is for me?” Draco finally said, body turned to Harry, but gaze fixed on his knees. “To know that my life as I know it, as I always expected it to be, is over? Do you think”—he looked up at Harry, and Merlin, he looked so scared Harry had to hold back from reaching out to him—“that I haven't noticed that I'm in love with Harry Potter, and not with the woman I'm about to have a baby with?”

Harry held his breath. Searched in Malfoy's eyes, desperately, for any hint that he was about to take back his words. Then, almost out of breath:

“I'm in love with you too.”

Draco let out a desperate laugh.

“I know that, you bloody idiot,” he choked out. “Fuck, I know.”

Harry bit his lip. Reached out, rested a hand over Draco's trembling, fisted own.

For a few moments, neither spoke.

“I'm sorry,” Harry murmured eventually. “I'm sorry things can't be different.”

Draco started playing with Harry's fingers, and Harry closed his eyes—marvelled in how warm Draco's hands felt. How careful they were even as he fidgeted.

“I'm glad they told us,” Draco said. “I want Astoria to be happy, and I know she'd never be completely happy with me.” A sigh. “I wouldn't, either. Not with her. I just… I need some time to come to terms with it.”

Harry's fingers turned and turned between Draco's nervous own.

“That's okay. I don't mind waiting for you.”

Their eyes met.

“Okay,” Draco said.

Harry squeezed his hand. Smiled.

“Okay.”

***

The whoosh of the hearth letting someone through was quickly followed by two high-pitched squeals. By two very excited cries of, “Daddy!”

Harry smiled to himself when he heard Draco's laughter coming from the living room as he—presumably—was tackled to the floor by Albus and Scorpius.

“Boooys,” Harry called after a moment. “Come grab some cookies from the kitchen!”

A few seconds later, the two five-year-old tornadoes were rushing toward the tray, barely sparing Harry a glance. Harry shook his head, grinning.

“Where's my hug?”

“Daddy!” Albus, face already full of crumbs, ran toward Harry's arms. “Your cookies are the best!”

“Mmh!” Scorpius agreed.

“I'm glad you like them.” Harry ruffled Al's hair. “Do save some for later, though!”

Draco walked in, grabbed a cookie. “How are your mums?” he asked while he gave Harry a sonorous kiss on the cheek, the crumbs on Draco’s mouth scratching against his stubble.

Harry was about to complain when Albus stretched his arms out, asking to be picked up.

“They have a date today,” he—quite loudly—whispered in Harry's ear.

“Do they, now!”

“A date in a restawant with candles and a lot of different forks,” Albus explained. “And—and they were wearing really pretty dresses!”

“Really? What colour?” Draco asked, picking Scorpius up too.

“Mum's was red,” Scorpius said. “And mummy's was, uh, it was really pretty, and—”

“And sparkly!” Albus squealed. “Black and sparkly!”

“Wow! I don’t think Draco and I own anything so pretty!” Harry turned to Draco. “What do you think?”

“Hmmm…” Draco dragged the sound out, sharing a mischievous look with Scorpius. “I’m not sure… I think we might have some sparkly garments hidden in the back of our wardrobe, but I’m sure Al and Scorp won’t be interested in—”

“We want to see!” Scorpius screamed, wiggling in his father’s arms.

“We want to see, we want to see!” Albus chanted.

Harry and Draco shared a smile.

“Very well, then,” Draco said solemnly, setting Scorpius down. “Let’s see which of you can find the prettiest clothes in our bedroom for us to wear today.”

The kids darted upstairs, and, before following them, Harry took Draco’s hand in his and kissed his husband’s cheek in return.

#OTPshipper98 #Drarry #Drarry fic #Drarry squad #Harry Potter #Draco x Harry #Astoria x Ginny #how would you call this ship?#Astinny #that doesn't sound right XD #Pregnancy tw #chess players plase don't murder me if I got chess wrong #I have literally never played it aslkjglks

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harley-style · 4 years ago

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DREAM SMP Swap AU

Dream = Wilbur : Dream comes into the server to help these two kids who are trying to stir shit up -- why not, right? He's got a fondness for chaos but also very protective and caring over his friends. VERY FOND OF TUBBO. To the point of.. well, brotherhood. Wilbur = Dream : He had a vision, to create a place where people could emancipate -- he's not above being the bad guy to keep that ideal in place. He's charming and self-confident and isn't afraid to use blackmail or get all up in your business. Has dirt on everyone but Dream. Constantly threatens secrets but subtle, yanno? Again, very charming, very persuasive.

Tubbo = Tommy : Still very sweet, but Big Crime often comes out to play more often than not. Also a huge trouble magnet, tried to start a...Honey smuggling empire? For some fucking reason, despite its innocent sounding plan, is a threat to Wilbur's land but no one has any idea why. Tommy = Tubbo : Tommy has an innate fucking fixation on music discs. He's got Cat and Mellohi personally. He dreams of starting up a music cafe/music area...? He and Dream get along swimmingly, Dream actually gifts Tommy a few music discs too, but also pins Tommy with the name discount Dave Strider.

Fundy = Eret : Was convinced earlier on by Wilbur to continue his 'legacy' and ideals. Fundy further grows into a neutral party, doing things only when it benefits him. Is the traitor from the first war. Eret = Fundy : Gets far too involved with stuff and the only way out is if he wiggles through the restraints on him. Yes that's metaphorical.

JSchlatt = Technoblade : Assists through uses of contracts and business deals. Like, hello, Tubbo's Honey smuggling business? He and Dream make an agreement, he supplies Dream and Tubbo with shit, and Dream does favors for Schlatt. Technoblade = Jschlatt : Anarchy lmfao. Was actually brought on by Wilbur in secret. Acted as a benefactor for Dream before turning around and causing chaos in the land Dream Tubbo and Tommy built. Blood for the blood god, only the strongest gets to the top kind of government. There's always fucking pitfights. Oops.

Philza = Callahan : Largely uninvolved in the events, mostly just there to supervise Wilbur, Tommy and Techno. Duh. Callahan = Philza : Has personal history with Dream, tries to convince him not to do the thing that could hurt everyone else. Minimally succeeds.

Alyssa = Niki : Ready to defend her home and her family. Niki = Alyssa : Neutral, but ready to back Wilbur up if need be.

Sapnap = Bad : Arsonist, goes around and burns shit whenever he wants to. His base is a Nether inspired fortress. Also, he has to deal with a Nether problem in reference to the Red Vine problem from the original SMP. Hotlands? LMFAO Bad = Sapnap : Helps when asked. Started out on Wilbur's side, as a favor, but slowly shifts neutral due to the conflict between factions.

Karl = Skeppy : Gets held hostage? That's what preoccupies Sapnap's time. He suddenly disappeears or gets trapped in a cell. Skeppy = Karl : Runs around doing supply runs. Gets his friends into various stints to try and settle the conflict through friendly rivalry and competition. It doesn't always work.

George = Ranboo : Unlike original Ranboo, George is highly unsympathetic and needs concrete fucking facts before he acts, and that kind of backfires on him in the end. As a favor to Dream (how many favors is Dream involved in honestly) he runs messages back and forth from Tubbo to Tommy. Ranboo = George : Largely uninvolved in the conflict, like Niki, but unlike OG George, is not absent. He's just there to assist. One of the most innocent and purest people on the SMP, knows when to keep his head down. When his house burns down, he doesn't really believe its Tubbo who did it -- he knows the kid has been framed because he'd been WITH him at the time, but Wilbur pressures him to admit it.

Quackity = Punz : Wilbur's loyal paid henchman. Quackity will cause shit for the appropriate price, he's not exceptionally picky. That stunt he did as Mexican Dream was great and everyone in L'Manberg loved it. Punz = Quackity : One of the best fighters under Techno. Has more morals, but keeps them secretly. Very good at hiding his true intentions/feelings.

(sorry about the other characters not being on here, i dont know them enough to make swaps, or dont know who they'd make a good swap with. Swap who you wanna swap though! i'd like to hear your take on this matter! HEADCANONS ACCEPTED TOO AT THIS POINT EVERYTHING HERE IS FROM WHAT I REMEMBER AND MY HEADCANONS)

PLOT

-Wilbur starts the SMP with Niki, slowly invites others like Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo.

-Tubbo expresses a desire to Fuck Shit Up and Tommy says they can get Dream, he's an expert at getting away.

-Dream is extremely protective of them both. Tubbo more than Tommy but that's fine because Tommy is largely independent.

-Tubbo gets in the weirdest shit but Tommy can roll with the punches really quickly.

-Wilbur gets tired of their crap and burns down Tubbo's establishment. It's like the Disc Wars except it's the Great Honey War. Bee War? Basically he's tired of Tubbo hogging all the Honey related expenditures.

-Dream gets the idea to make a honey smuggling empire, as a joke, but Tubbo is Big Crime and he's going with it. Tommy just wants chaos, and he was getting bored tbh.

-Eventually the Honey thing turns into Resource management, so Tubbo Dream and Tommy have a hold on all major supplies

-Shit happens and Dream, Tubbo, Tommy, Eret, Sam, Fundy and Alyssa establish an independent nation. Dunno what to call it bc the server is called the L'manberg SMP so....

-The fight for indepencence still happens. Instead of 'Green boy' Wilbur is named 'E-boy'. Dream still says "WE HAVE NO MERCY FOR YOU" when Wil calls for a ceasefire negotiation, but Wilbur does threaten the nation saying "If there is no white flag by tomorrow, then you can kiss your sorry little arses good bye. That's my final warning."

-Turns out Fundy's been secretly funneling information to Wilbur in exchange for the safety of his friends, and also because Wilbur's his dad....uhm. Also! He and Dream are circling each other and others are like "OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DEAD RINGERS FOR QUEERPLATONIC MATES JUST MARRY ALREADY" bc I like FundyWasTaken but others might not and its okay, we'll label it as platonic, but can be read otherwise depending on your tastes. But for this, it's very close platonic.

-Wilbur goads Tommy into a fight, as brothers do, but Tubbo steps in and Wilbur fucking jumps at the chance.

-This is the start of Dream's descent into madness. No one fucking threatens or pulls one of his friends like that. Denied. It's still subtle though, so he's okay for now.

-Tubbo and Wilbur face off. When Tubbo pulls back bc he genuinely doesn't want to hurt anyone, Wilbur takes the chance and beats him.

-Tubbo, however, makes a deal. Let their nation stand on its own, and he'll give up the Resource Empire he started. Wilbur accepts, with the condition that they unify their alliance with a...marriage? So basically, political marriage between Wilbur's heir, Fundy, and Dream, the leader of the revolution.

-YEAH I WENT THERE THIS IS VALID

-They're strained at first, but Dream and Fundy slowly mend their relationship post-betrayal.

-Fast forward a few months later. The Nation doesn't really have a leader, as per the agreement, but it does have a representative. All decisions are made via majority votes, and that decision is voiced by the rep and sub-rep, Dream and Tubbo respectively. Tommy's just there to have a good time and causes chaos as per usual.

-Enter Technoblade. He's been called in by Wilbur to...ah. Dismantle a little...nation. Sounds right up his alley. But he asks Wilbur to wait and see what happens.

-Tommy and Dream get the idea to hold a tournament to celebrate their independence, an all out brawl for everyone to kick back and relieve stress. There. That's where Techno comes in.

-He gets Punz to join him after like, being paid (ofc) and they fucking dominate the tournament. Dream's about to congratulate them but Techno turns the fuck around and declares his right to rule the nation. If anyone wants to fight him for the title, they're welcome to try.

-Dream loses another life to Techno trying and failing to fight it. He and a few others lost their first life sometime elsewhere? I guess? Probably by being blown up by Wilbur, idk.

-Tubbo and Dream are chased out by people who reluctantly follow Techno's orders, and Tommy, torn between his friends and his brothers, stays behind. Oh jeezus.

-Since Techno is a fighting GOD, no one's able to usurp him to make things turn back to normal. But Dream is smart, and knows Wilbur's 100% behind this. Fundy kind of knew but didn't do shit about it, which is why Dream rejects Fundy's offer of sanctuary. He can't be sure his husband will stay on his side, after all. It's nothing personal.

-Dream and Tubbo hide away somewhere, probably not a ravine but?? A mountain or something? They manage to get Sam away enough to ask him to build a super cool Redstone contraption thing that opens for them. ooooo.

-I'm not good at names but for the sake of jokes I'm gonna call their land the 'Bee's Knees' bc at some point Tubbo finds a fuckton of Hives hanging from Trees. Bee Mountain if Dream's feeling especially salty.

-SPEAKING OF DREAM. his insanity is on course now, it's slowly eating away at him and in fear of hurting Tubbo he's slowly distancing himself away. Tubbo's like what's wrong but Dream can't answer -- he doesn't know what's wrong with himself either.

-Tubbo and Dream need to go back and confront Techno, but they can't wait for long else Techno's going to obliterate everyone and their extra lives. They call Schlatt in.

-Schlatt's a pure business man and draws up a contract. He'll aid them in terms of supplies, but most of the revolution is on them. They agree.

-Tommy is actually really fucking good at lying and skirting around what he reveals to Dream and tubbo as a spy that Techno would have believed him if he didnt' know his brother. and Wilbur's warnings, of course. That results in Techno just being fucking done with Tommy's bullshit and plans his execution in another tournament? I guess?

-It doesn't go like the festival. First of all, Schlatt can't fight for shit, so why would Techno call him up the stage? No, Schlatt fights dirty. techno doesn't set much rules so theres no rule against poisoning Tommy quick and easy before the fight. Tommy loses another life and is on his last. Tubbo is spitting mad, but Schlatt points out that nothing in the contract covered this, so he's free to do as necessary. Tubbo is stopped by Dream who, at this point, is just overtaken by the need to one-up Techno.

-Also, Wilbur's been slowly persuading Dream to just. Let go. Let the monster inside of him free, he 'deserves it'. By the end of it all, Dream does. He snaps and lets loose the monster crying for blood inside him.

-Callahan is left to convince his old friend not to do it. In a moment of clarity, Dream stares on in horror of what he'd done. In his rage he managed to deplete ALL of Techno's lives (not really but shhhh), cause massive bloodshed, and terrified everyone in the process. He asks Callahan to kill him. Callahan does.

-Yes we'll get to Ghost Dream eventually.

-Anyway, Schlatt still does the Wither plan, because, uh, Drunken Rage. He was so stressed out from the ensuing conflict that he's like "LETS JUST FINISH THE REST OF YOU. THERE WILL BE NO CONFLICT IF YOU ARENT THERE TO FIGHT."

-and then he uses the line from the Lego movie on Tubbo like "Oh, Tubbster. It's nothing personal. It's just Business(tm)".

-Schlatt still dies of stroke. He does come back as a ghost though, that's one main difference.

-After everything's said and done, and the dust has settled, everyone decides to disband the nation, and just live their lives. like, they're done, wilbur, they get your point, jfc, let them rest.

-but uhhhh someone frames tubbo for setting fire to ranboo's (the server sweetheart) house. wilbur immediately decides to exile tubbo in 'anger'. acutally, he wants tommy and tubbo separated.

-tommy's not standing for it though, he fucking fights his way until wilbur threatens him and tubbo's like YES FINE OKAY I'LL AGREE TO BEING EXILED STOP THREATENING YOUR BROTHER

-tubbo's exile arc is not as sad as tommy's, but rather very tense because wilbur keeps riling tubbo up and taunting him. he still keeps contact with tommy though because they arent going to be separated just like that. no way. tubbo just gets a little more mad and gets short tempered like a lot.

-ranboo's not even that mad about it, he knows tubbo would never burn his house, there was a conspiracy on board and even if there wasn't he's like "arent yall overreacting its just a house, didnt you all do this like before the first war even began, what even (also, ranboo was WITH tubbo at the time of his house allegedly being set on fire. Not that he'll admit to it, because he and tubbo made that agreement long before)

-eventually he finds out that wilbur just wanted to pin the blame on tubbo to make him leave, and ranboo's like "IM DONE WITH YOUR CRAP WILLBUR STOP HURTING THE PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT" and leaves

-with the nation gone, people started to solidify their groups. sapnap and karl deal with their own thing, quackity still runs errands for wilbur, george is the main person ferrying messages from tubbo to tommy back and forth, etc.

-there's a funeral for dream, ofc, fundy arranged it. all of dream's shit was hidden because fundy doesnt want wilbur to get it.

-niki's still there managing her bakeshop but doubles as an informant for wilbur because she's well liked within the server

-ghost dream is present and he's a chaotic troll who mostly hangs around tommy. he's really hyper active and is always on the move, you can never catch him sitting still for like, 5 minutes

THAT"S ALL I HAVE FOR MY SMP SWAP AU PLEASE BE GENTLE I DONT HAVE TIME TO GET ALL THE FACTS STRAIGHT FROM THE OG SMP qwq

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hajimewhore · 4 years ago

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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 3.2k words ➷Humor, slight angst, misunderstandings, mutual pining, shenanigans ofc, i missed oikawa ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, ✈Part 7

Hajime nearly chokes, wiping the ‘potion’ dribbling down his jawline, he presses the back of his hand to his mouth in an attempt to keep the disgusting concoction from exiting his gut.

“...How was it?”

You try to pat his back sympathetically (he’s gagging now), but you’re the one that insisted he try the mystery remedy first, and you cautiously pull your hand away as he shoots you the most menacing glare he can while he’s coughing into his palm.

“It was made with weird mushrooms and fucking plants, how do you think it tastes?”

Terrible, you guess. And the effects were supposed to be instantaneous, according to a recipe dropped in one of the posts you found… not that you expected it to work.

“Ahh, and nothing happened.”

You rub your jaw semi-thoughtfully, before catching the look on Hajime’s face.

“Uh, Hajime?”

His expression is glaring, not unlike someone scheming for revenge. But that’s silly, Hajime wouldn’t blame you for the potion not working, right?

“It probably didn’t work because you didn’t try it with me.”

It seems he would, realization sets in as Hajime closes in on you, and you panic,

“I think it didn’t work because it was someone bullshitting!”

“Don’t you want to swap back? Just drink it!”

“You’re just mad, get away from me!”

You trip on your feet, stumbling into the kitchen table. It scrapes the tile as your hands clutch for purchase on anything that’ll help you get you away from the madman behind you, but the tablecloth you’ve grasped at isn’t much help seeing as you swipe it off the table entirely. You’d be impressed that all the plates and the flower-filled vase stayed perfectly set on the table from your impromptu magic trick, if it weren’t for Hajime assaulting you.

You cry out as if you’re being brutally attacked (you are, technically–just with plant juice), and Hajime takes you by the jaw and tilts a cup of the swirling cocktail to your lips, sloshing rather unappetizingly in the glass. If the thing had an aura, it’d have a thick gray cloud fuming from it.

“And why would I be mad?”

“Because I made you drink a potion I found on a weird thread even though it was totally suspicious and completely untrustworthy!”

You confess to your sins, the thread was actually some sort of troll that promised the reader would swap bodies with their favorite celebrity, and you cast it aside for the likelihood of that never happening, it was probably a scam to get some gullible teens to drink essentially dirt.

And you admit that initially you thought it would be funny to prank Hajime, jotting down the recipe and conveniently leaving out the celebrity bit, but in your excitement to scheme you forgot Hajime doesn’t take too well to pranks at his expense.

Not without retribution at least, and you find yourself grappling at his wrists, attempting to turn your head away from the glass.

He eyes you with a too eager grin,

“You should try it, really, it might work.”

It didn’t.

It was disgusting.

You have learned your lesson not to trifle with Hajime, and you're no closer to finding a solution to your problem.

You slump onto the kitchen table, feeling especially abused and violated by the plant paste you regretfully crafted.

“That’s number one on the list, what’s next?”

Hajime rests his elbow on the table, chin in palm as he scrolls on his phone.

“Bonk our heads together so hard we pass out and hopefully wake up in our own bodies?”

You suggest. Who knows, it could actually work.

“No thanks, I’d rather not wake up the same way but with a concussion.”

The second Hajime turns down your cartoonish suggestion, his phone lights up and buzzes, signifying a call.

You glance at his phone, “Tooru’s calling you?”

“Fuck. I’ll just ignore it,”

The moment he sets his phone aside, the kitchen door bursts open, presenting none other than Oikawa Tooru, entirely expected given the situation and the fact that Hajime’s parents are still at work.

“Tooru?!”

You blink in surprise, and Tooru frowns at the sight of the two of you together.

“I knew you were ignoring me!”

“What the fuck Shittykawa, who said you could come over?”

Hajime grimaces, forgetting to stay true to your personality in his surprise. Tooru’s brow ticks at the catty response to his entrance.

“I see you’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan, using his terrible nicknames! I didn’t think you’d ever use it on me either, but here we are!”

He folds his arms across his chest, and Hajime covers his mouth.

Shit, he let that one slip in his initial shock.

“Besides, this is Iwa-chan’s house, and I say I can come over! You two have been ignoring me all week and coming up with the shittiest excuses—”

“Oikawa—”

“No, let me finish!”

He huffs, looking more serious than you’ve seen him outside the court. Judging by his posture and the worry in his brows, you can tell he’s been stressing himself lately. You bite your cheek, knowing full well you and Hajime were the root of the cause.

“Both of you have to go to the dentist when the office is closed, really? Iwa-chan studying for a test that’s not for another week, please! Give me a break. Not to mention, every practice you play like shit Iwa-chan,”

It’s not shit, you’re just not Hajime’s usual, because you’re not fucking Hajime. You want to argue, defend yourself and Hajime, but you keep your lips sealed.

“You act like a total weirdo, you hardly talk to your own teammates and friends, and you–”

He turns to Hajime, technically you, scowl ever present.

“You always run off with him after school! And don’t even pretend like you’re not having lunch with him too, Kunimi-chan saw you eating alone together by the art building–ditching me, yeah?”

He’s fuming, and his hair is moving in every direction accompanying his wild, frantic gestures.

The guilt starts piling, and you’re starting to regret yours and Hajime’s way of handling the situation.

To avoid uncomfortable situations and messing up, you thought the best method was to steer clear from everyone entirely.

Clearly that’s backfiring, but it’s too late to erase those actions now.

“Not only have you two spent all week lying to me, you’ve been completely ignoring my calls and texts all weekend too!”

Tooru pauses, rant seemingly over, but neither you or Hajime feel inclined to speak yet, too caught off guard by the outburst, and unsure of what you can say to remedy the situation.

Tooru drops his arms at his sides, glancing away from the two of you, biting his lip. Your shoulders tense when you feel the atmosphere around him drop significantly.

“Are you guys mad at me?”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

You forgot he had feelings.

“Oikawa, it’s not that, I swear.”

You speak first, and Tooru looks to you with an expression that almost breaks your heart right there. Brown eyes glossy, lips in a thin line as if he’s trying to keep them from turning down into a frown, he looks genuinely displeased.

“Are you just sick of me? Are you tired of hanging out with me? I know I’m an asshole sometimes, but if it makes you guys that upset I can stop, I’ll be better.”

In any other context you may quip with a ‘you could stop this whole time?’, but the joke wouldn’t sit right, and Tooru looks entirely too on edge, fingers tapping at his sides restlessly.

Tooru’s always been the type to stay true to himself, unabashedly and unapologetically. He knows he’s flawed, has learned to accept his shortcomings as a person. But here he is before you and Hajime, willing to cast aside his pride for the sake of your friendship. It only serves to guilt you more, considering it’s based upon the lies you’ve built up.

“I promise we’re not sick of you, we just… had something come up that we had to deal with. It’s been really stressful, I’m sorry.”

You don’t particularly care if it’s too out of character, it’s what Tooru needs to hear.

Risking a glance at Hajime, you see he’s shaking his leg and biting his lip, a few of his nervous tics, he’s contemplating something heavily.

“And you can’t tell me? You always tell me when something is wrong.”

Tooru eyes you suspiciously, and it’s true, usually you can tell Tooru anything. But this isn’t something believable, and you and Hajime both decided it’s best kept a secret.

“We can’t, but it’s nothing you did. Don’t worry about it, we’ll start hanging out soon, like we used to, we just have to deal with this ourselves.”

And you hope you’ll be able to, it’d be nice to go back to normal. You did miss movie nights with Tooru and Hajime, and you miss having lunch together on the rooftop.

Tooru thinks for a moment, you see the gears turning in his head, eyes focused. He glances to Hajime, who hasn’t said a word the entire time, still tense on the other side of the table.

Tooru’s contemplative gaze flicks to you, as if he’s had some sort of revelation.

“Did you get her pregnant?”

WHA—THAT’S HIS REVELATION?

“You asshole, shut up!”

Hajime’s choice first words.

“What?! No, no, fuck no!”

You blush heavily at his wild accusation, and Tooru looks visibly relieved.

“Oh, thank god. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, necessarily, and I always kind of expected it, but this is just too soon.”

He laughs airily, as if he doesn’t feel the weight of his words like you do, heavy on your heart. Does everyone have that assumption? That you and Hajime would one day be together like that?

“We’re not even dating, idiot.”

Ouch. Hajime’s adamant refusal jabs at you, and you try to ignore the ache that claws at your chest. That may have stung a bit, but you certainly won’t admit it out loud.

“Yeah, yeah. I just couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be ignoring me like that.”

“It’s ��cause we swapped bodies.”

You whip your head to Hajime, physically ripped from your disappointment, too shocked he’d blab the truth to Tooru and expect a reasonable outcome from it.

“Hah. Hah.”

Tooru doesn’t even entertain the explanation, arms crossed and eyes disinterested, accompanying the dry laugh well.

“It’s true.”

You hope Hajime knows what he’s doing.

“Funny, and I didn’t think you’d be in on it Iwa-chan, looking so surprised like that.”

Tooru doesn’t even look skeptical, or remotely fazed, as if he doesn’t want to be tricked into falling for something so blatantly stupid.

And normally, he’d be right to, but in this case, you and Hajime were unfortunately not kidding.

“I just didn’t think Hajime would openly admit that without talking to me first.”

You shoot a glance at Hajime, as if to convey ‘I hope you know what you’re doing’, but he merely shrugs in response.

“And you’re a real prankster today too. What’s gotten into you guys? Seriously, are you mad at me?”

Tooru is starting to look a little peeved, visibly doubting your words of encouragement from earlier.

“We’re not mad. We switched places. We woke up last Sunday in each other’s bodies. That’s why we haven’t been ourselves, and that’s why we’ve been avoiding everyone.”

Hajime continues with his explanation, as if Tooru would be any closer to believing it.

Which he isn’t.

“That’s not even possible, but fine, I’ll play along. You’re Iwa-chan, supposedly. What’s something that only he would know?”

Tooru crosses his arms smugly, staring at your body, who is ‘supposedly’ Hajime, as if he’s got you two in checkmate.

This can’t be good for Tooru, but it’s definitely going to be good for you if you’re getting in on a secret.

“Alright. You swore me to secrecy for this one,” Hajime doesn’t hesitate for one second, “that time at the volleyball banquet last year you saw a girl with a ‘nice ass’ in a ‘super mega tight dress’ and wanted to hit on her, but when you tapped her shoulder, she turned around and it was actually Y/N–”

Now this is very interesting news to you.

“H-HEY, STOP TALKING–”

Hajime side steps Tooru’s attempt to cover his mouth,

“And you pre-gamed before the event so you drunkenly admitted to me that you’d still tap that but she’s practically your sister and that’s gross but her ass looked so–”

“I get it okay! How do I know you’re not just fucking with me and broke the secret pact we made?!”

Tooru cuts Hajime off and glares at you, but you’re giving him the widest, shit-eating grin.

“I knew that dress looked good.”

“Enough games already!”

“What about the time in elementary school where you and I went to a volleyball match and you had to–”

“ENOUGH, enough, I believe you, okay!”

Tooru relents, red-faced and practically sweating from his nervous panic.

“I wanna know about the time in elementary school where you and Hajime went to a volleyball match and something happened.”

You put your hand up, wanting to know the juicy details. You thought you and Tooru told each other everything, but apparently there’s some missing gaps in that ‘everything’, and you’re very eager to learn.

“We made a friendship promise and he swore me not to tell anyone but because of the circumstances, he had to—”

“I said I believed you already, stop trying to out me!”

Tooru cuts Hajime off at the best part, every time.

He taps his foot with a huff, bottom lip twitching into a frown. Hajime gives him a smug look, staring back combatively, as if Tooru will attempt to call out bullshit again (he won’t).

You’ll have to remember to ask Hajime about the middle school incident at a later date, but right now,

“I’m sorry we kept this from you, and sorry I kept ignoring your calls, Tooru. We didn’t know what to do.”

You interrupt their staring contest, wrapping your arms around Tooru in a tight hug. You’re the tallest you’ve ever been, and it’s weird to hug him when you aren’t yourself, but you missed your best friend.

“Uh…”

Tooru awkwardly pats your back,

“I was kind of lying before because I thought you guys were trying to shame and humiliate me, but this is really weird and I actually might believe you now.”

“Asshole, that’s all it took?! And stop hugging him like that, it's freaking me out!”

Hajime slaps Tooru on the back, yanking you by the back of your shirt to pull you from the hug.

He grumbles something indecipherable under his breath, contemplating whether he should even say anything,

“I’m sorry too. I guess.”

He gives Tooru an awkward, much gentler slap on the back, before slinging his arm around Tooru in some sort of half-hug gesture.

“I-Iwa-chan! It really is you in there!”

Oikawa’s fake tears spring to life as he bends down to wrap Hajime in a hug, who struggles like a cat wanting to be released.

“Get off me!”

Tooru pulls back, wiping a tear from his long lashes,

“I’m still really upset right now, I really thought you guys hated me! So if you could please shower me with adoration, that’d be lovely.”

Tooru spreads out his arms, a pathetic expression on his face that Hajime doesn’t buy for one second.

“Tooru! I love you! You’re the best Tooru, your jump serves are great! Your setting is unmatched! You’re my bestest friend!”

You cheer him on, Hajime is balking that you’d even entertain the idea of doing that in his body, let alone acting on it, but Tooru eats it up with gleaming eyes.

“Quit feeding his ego!”

It’s your turn to be scolded by Hajime, but you just stick your tongue out at him sheepishly.

“He deserves it?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly! He didn’t do anything, and we were being bad friends.”

“I’m on your side,”

Tooru slings an arm around your shoulder and gazes down at Hajime, who’s more aggravated now than when he was drinking straight plant paste.

It hadn’t bothered him too much initially, but having to crane his neck up to glare at Tooru is sparking some caveman urge deep inside Hajime to absolutely throttle him.

“Out. Get out of my house.”

“Technically, this isn’t your house–OW, Iwa-chan, that still hurts!”

“Newsflash Asshole-kawa, girls can hit too!”

They can, and you let Hajime prove his point.

“So,”

“If it’s something about aliens, I don’t want to hear it.”

You interrupt Tooru before he can spew something definitely about aliens.

“I wasn’t going to bring up aliens–though it’s a very valid cause you definitely need to consider. I was actually going to ask if you have any idea how long you’re gonna be like this?”

You give Tooru a tired look, and Hajime just ignores him entirely, tired of glaring no doubt.

Tooru’s been lazing around, attempting to ‘help’ you and Hajime, but you doubt he’s accomplished anything aside from scrolling through the same threads you’ve looked through. You’re willing to bet he researched for a minute or two before losing interest, abandoning the task in favor of looking through Karasuno’s and Shiratorizawa’s match history.

“If we knew, we’d tell you.”

You respond, since it seems Hajime isn’t interested in replying.

“Ooh, that reminds me,” Tooru props his elbows up on the couch, pausing whatever volleyball match he was watching to drop his phone on his chest, “I saw this foreign family comedy once where the mom and her daughter swapped places, but they had to show each other selfless love and understand what the other goes through to swap back.”

Tooru gasps in additional realization before turning to Hajime, “Iwa-chan, are you her mom?”

The look Hajime gives Tooru is enough to put him in a grave and send secondhand chills down your spine.

“Sorry, sorry, don’t hit me again! Your hands are pointy and jabby now, it’s hard to get used to.”

Ignoring that,

“Hajime and I already understand each other, we have to put up with you all day.”

“True,” Tooru is completely unbothered by that comment, “I did see a romcom where the two main characters had to kiss at the end, they ended up swapping places like that.”

You don’t like that he casually suggests this with such an innocent look on his features.

“That sounds stupid, watch better movies.”

Hajime grunts out, and you’ll admit that kissing Hajime would be nice, but under normal circumstances preferably. You don’t particularly want to kiss yourself as Hajime.

“I appreciate all your knowledge in films that have body swaps in them Tooru, but this isn’t a romcom, or a movie.”

You sigh, and Tooru hums thoughtfully.

“Sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

He sits upright with ease, sliding off the couch and pocketing his phone,

“Anyways, I’ve got more practice to do. I’ll try not to be too hard on you tomorrow, now that I know you’ve swapped with that brute over there. Ciao!”

Tooru ducks out of the living room and out the Iwaizumi household before Hajime can assault him, and good thing, he probably would’ve had some bruises from your ‘jabby’ and ‘pointy’ hands.

With Tooru’s quick escape, you’re left contemplating whether that suggestion would actually work or not, risking glances to Hajime across the room.

A/N: not me ending a chapter on a juicy bit again afjknddm, anyways im posting this at an ungodly time but i hope everyone enjoys!

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meowmeowmessi · 4 years ago

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Was Dean really so abusive towards Sam through out the whole series?

I have been seeing some Dean hate a lot 😔 about him being oh so abusive to Sam. I know most of it probably because of season 9 gaslighting. That was so in character for him tho, like he will do anything to prevent Sam from dying. His whole character is protecting Sam, I’m not sayin what he did right in anyway, but I understand... he was desperate. And all the violence was when he was under the influence of the mark. I can’t seem to recalll anytime when he was downright abusive towards Sam. Was he?

Aw nonnie, don't feel down -- there's still plenty of Dean love to go around! *hugs*

Since you brought up s9, I'll start from there! Personally, I agree with you. I know it's a horribly unpopular opinion and Sam stans will crucify me for this one (which is something I find myself saying a lot lately.......), but I wasn't at all shocked or offended by what Dean did in s9. I mean, was it horrible? Yes. Fucked up? Oh yeah, definitely. Probably the most fucked up thing one brother has done to another in the whole show imo. But what were you expecting? It's Dean. Dean NOT stuffing an angel inside Sam to keep him alive and instead letting Death reap his soul would've been ooc as hell??? Jensen said so himself, Sam is the brother who has the strength to live on without Dean, not Dean (not that it means Sam loves him any less, ofc not. Just that they love in different ways). Once again, Dean gaslighting Sam was pretty horrifying, I won't deny it, but spn isn't a sunshine and rainbows kind of show. Sam and Dean's codependency is fucked up, but it's FICTION, so you can't apply your everyday logic to them. Now an argument can be made that the narrative during that arc was pretty skewed by being quite partial to Dean. Having Dean realize what he'd done wrong and apologize would've been nice and restored balance to said narrative, but we didn't get a chance to see that bc Dean went and took on the Mark, and the rest you know pretty well. Honestly? I kind of don't care anymore bc it's clear that after s10 (aka starting from s11) Dean has improved SO MUCH and I think his extra protectiveness of Sam in s11 was partially a result of the guilt Dean might have felt over the whole MoC deal and turning-into-a-demon-and-nearly-killing-Sam business. My humble opinion is that post s10 Dean has had significant growth and trying to hate on him by bringing up shit he did in the previous seasons is pretty juvenile.

For example: I stumbled upon a meta once about what a dick Dean is bc in s15 he tricked Sam into eating bacon by telling him it was actually veggie burger and equating it with the whole Gadreel mess and I was like ?????????? Are y'all high???????? I agree that a person's dietary preferences should be respected without question, but maybe take off your Literature Student Glasses for one goddamn second and try to see the scene for what it is? A big brother joking around and messing with his little brother to cheer him up? It's not that deep dude. Idk what to tell y'all, but siblings do be like that.

The Gadreel thing and the MoC issue aside, another thing bitter Sam stans bring up to paint Dean as "abusive" is the panic room incident of s4. Which is... pretty iffy, ngl. Bc when I was watching s4 I myself hated Dean (and Bobby) for putting Sam in the panic room without even telling him. It was pretty cruel. And while I STILL have gripes about it, I think it's just another example of how the show is fucked up, Sam and Dean's dynamic is fucked up (said with affection), and how Dean treats Sam like his possession. Sam is his. He gets to decide Sam's fate. He will revive Sam, he will (almost) kill Sam, and the authority to make those decisions is his, not Sam's. Bc once again, in Dean's eyes he pretty much owns Sam. After all, he's his little brother. Fucked up, yes, but you're kind of an idiot if you expected anything healthy out of these two.

And there's Dean hitting soulless Sam in s6 when he tells him there's something wrong with him. The thing is, Dean didn't give a shit about soulless Sam. None. Once he realized that Sam's soul was missing he was hell bent on getting it back, and he didn't give a flying fuck about the soulless version of his brother. And soulless Sam knew that. Imo Sam at that point was just an empty shell to Dean and he didn't care about hitting him and hurting him. Bc the one he really cared about was the Sam WITH his soul intact. Dean was positively BEAMING when Sam got his soul back and was acting like his usual empathetic self again and not the cold soulless one. And he was so so careful with him after Death erected the wall in his head. Hell, Dean temporarily died to make that deal with Death. How could you possibly say that Dean doesn't love Sam?

Other minor things that bitter Sam girls/Dean haters use to prove that Dean is "abusive" include: Dean punching Sam in s2 (in the episode where they meet Gordon for the first time. Can't recall the name of the episode rip). Dean was hurt and angry and grieving John, and yeah, maybe that's not any reason to hit Sam, but he's human. He's more prone to violence than Sam is. Doesn't make him abusive. Siblings hit each other all the time, dude. It ain't that big of a deal. And Dean even apologized afterwards. And Sam FORGAVE HIM. Same goes for Dean punching Sam in s7 imo. Anger born of worry and all that.

And lastly, one meta madness I've seen is how Sam flinches whenever Dean has an outburst of anger. Some people use this as proof that Dean (and throw John in the mix too why don't you -_-) abused Sam as a kid and that's why he reacts that way. Which is such utter bullshit lol. Sam has PTSD. He flinches at the sound of closing doors, when he hears sudden footsteps, and just any abrupt noise in general. It has nothing to do with Dean aBuSiNg him as a kid and everything to do with the trauma he suffered throughout his life as a hunter (and then there's the Cage. And the multiple times he's been sexually assaulted. And on and on and on...) (and the reason why Dean doesn't have the same reaction as Sam is bc the symptoms of PTSD are different for everyone, bc rest assured, he too has trauma).

This is just my personal opinion tho! You can think whatever you want, but for me, Sam and Dean's relationship really can't be judged based on our standards of "normal". The things they do to (and for) each other are all part of their codependency. So no, I don't think Dean is abusive to Sam. He's done shit that can be called abusive, sure, but Sam and Dean operate on a moral compass that's completely different from our own, and we have to consider their actions with that in mind.

#asks #also if anyone brings up demon!dean telling sam that it's his fault mary died I'll personally kick their ass #bc dean was a DEMON??? DEMONS LIE???? HE WAS LIT RALLY AIMING TO HURT SAM WITH HIS WORDS?????? BC HES A D E M O N????#DO U REALLY THINK DEAN WINCHESTER WOULD BLAME SAM FOR MARY'S DEATH #DO YOU REALLY #IF SO YOU DON'T KNOW DEAN #anti dean hate #bro I'm lucky I'm not popular otherwise I'd get cancelled so hard by those dean hating sam stans #not that I care bc if you hate dean but claim to love sam you're not a real fan of sam OR the show *shrug*#I'M SLOWLY -- PAINFULLY SLOWLY -- GETTING AROUND TO ANSWERING ASKS #also once again: these are just my opinions and you don't have to agree if you don't want to haha #sorry this is all over the place and rambley orz #ella learn to organize your thoughts challenge #dean winchester #sam and dean

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falcqns · 4 years ago

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an apostles redemption

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Grace Walker)

Chapter Summary:

Warnings: fluff, swearing, family angst, mention of nuclear weapons and firearms, facial injury

A/N: This is a story I’ve started on Wattpad, but Know there are many more August Walker fans on here so I thought I’d post it here too! Hope you enjoy!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three |

Maleficent Scars

"There cannot be peace without first great suffering. The greater the suffering, the greater the peace. As mankind is drawn to his self-destruction like a moth to the candle, the so-called defenders of peace – the church, the government, the law – work tirelessly to save humanity from itself. But, by averting disaster, they serve to delay a peace that can only come through an inevitable baptism of fire.

The suffering I bring you is not the beginning of the end. It is the beginning of a greater mutual understanding through common suffering. It is the first step towards the ultimate brotherhood of man. The suffering I bring you is the bridge to ultimate peace.

Today, mankind has been handed the opportunity to escape his destiny, an otherwise inevitable conclusion to a thousand years of intolerance and fear.

I call all rationalists who can stand and join in the struggle against the radical theists, all of which fall beneath a common umbrella of ideology. If we were to continue any further we would reach mythology and Aesop's fables. When do we stop?

Any belief in a spirituality with no other proof, other than the cravings to project one's self over the rational thinking of the others must be eradicated as it does not only halt progression and development of the human mind and reach, but also hinders it.

Here I will emphasize clearly that the judgment upheld against us will be one of human hands, not of a god or other worldly being. Part of the absurd rational is what leads to the obscure justifications, the believers place upon their own disgraceful and belligerent behavior.

No. The loss of human life cannot and will not be justified. For this is not the taking of human lives. They are merely puppets, hollow shells that were once human beings. Brainwashed by stories and tales of old, their weak minds have been overpowered by the pressure placed on them by other lifeless puppets. And so, the cycle continues."

Those words were all that have echoed through 20 year old Grace Walker's mind as she attempted to fall asleep in the large bed. Less than 24 hours earlier, she had found out that her husband and CIA agent, August Walker, had attempted to eradicate 1/3 of the worlds population, using two nuclear bombs.

To say that she was shocked would be an understatement. Everything that her sister Julia and her ex husband Ethan Hunt had told her was right, he was a completely different person. He was not the person she fell in love with.

To her, Auggie was her whole world. He was warm, loving, comforting. He always spoke to her softly, with pure love in his voice. He did everything in his power to ensure her happiness and safety. He had bought them a house in Washington, which had the best security systems he could find. He had taught and trained her in hand to hand combat, and how to use a gun in self defence. He had built her a vanity in their bathroom, a breakfast booth, and a floor - to - ceiling bookshelf in their living room. He had proposed to her on her birthday, in France, in front of the Eiffel Tower. They had adopted the sweetest dog ever, and American Akita named Kal, together.

To her, that was not the same man who the world was talking about. That was not the man who used the CIA, killed Hunley, and attempted to kill Ethan and her sister Julia. She felt tears prick her eyes, as Kal cuddled closer to her in the bed. Grace rolled over, and wrapped an arm around him, and finally drifted off to sleep, Kal's hair tickling her cheek.

She was awoken at 3:42 am by the television across the room from her pinging, which alerted her that the front gates had been opened. She shot up from bed, barely disturbing the large sleeping dog. She raced over to the closet and grabbed the gun that laid in a shoebox, in the locked safe.

' Back to the wall. Finger on the trigger. Small footsteps. Identify your target. Point and shoot.' August's voice echoed in her head. She descended the large staircase that lead into the kitchen. She heard the front door open, and slipped quickly from the kitchen, through the living room, and pressed her back to the wall next to the doorway that led to the entry way of the house.

The door to the living room opened, and Grace immediately cocked her gun, and pointed it at the tall, dark intruder.

"Who are you, and what do you want." Grace said, as she attempted to hide the fear in her voice.

The figure turned around, with their hands in the air. "Angel, it's just me." Grace was shocked to hear Augusts low voice.

She flicked on the light switch next to her head, and stumbled backwards. August was alive, but injured. He had burn tissue on his right side of his face. He also had a average sized scar on his forehead, that was stitched up, but still looked red and angry, like it had been done badly.

Grace dropped the gun, and jumped into his arms, as all thoughts about what he had done barely 48 hours ago left her mind.

"What the hell happened, Auggie?" She whispered into his shoulder. His hand came under her butt, and he lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He walked over to the couch, and sat them down. He ran his fingers up and down her spine to calm her down. A few moments later, Grace lifted her head to look at August.

"Why did you do that, August?" August cringed inwardly at the use of his full name, which Grace only used when he was in trouble.

"I thought I was doing the right thing, baby. I realized as I was laying in a cave, hiding from Sloane, that I was on the wrong side. I realized nothing is worth leaving you alone. I realize if you can never forgive me for what I did, but I want to be better. I hope you can at least help me." he said in a truly sorrowful voice.

Grace stood up. "I don't think I can forgive you, at least not right now." She said, standing in front of him. August sat up straighter, and placed a shaking hand on the back of her thigh.

"I understand, baby, I do. I want to be better, but I need your help. Please," He said, a tear streaking down his face, and hitting the burn tissue. He cried out in pain, and Grace immediately looked down.

"Auggie, what is it?" She said, as he tried to wipe the tear, but just causing himself more pain. She noticed his pain, and helped him stand up. She led him into the kitchen and sat him on a bar stool.

Her sister Julia had taught her how to stitch up her own wounds when she was younger, a few months before she married Ethan. Both her sisters Julia and Melissa, as well as their mother wanted her to be a nurse like Julia, but Grace wanted to be an Early Childhood Educator . She had just finished college and was working in a daycare that she loved. But, she knew quite a bit about the medical field.

She brought out the professional first aid kit that bother her and Julia had received from their brother Rick a few years prior, and she always kept it stocked. She fished through it until she found burn ointment, and her stitching equipment. She sterilized her hands and put her gloves on, before turning to August. She put the burn ointment on his burn, and began to take out his badly sewn stitches.

"Jesus, Auggie, who stitched you up?" She asked, as he yelped while she pulled them out.

"I did," He said. "I tried to remember how you do it, but I couldn't remember clearly because of the pain. Are they bad?" He asked.

"I mean, they kept your face together so they're not horrible, but they could be better. I'll have to teach you how to do it properly." She whispered. "How much pain is the right side of your face in, on a scale of one to ten?" She asked, as she attempted to determine wether or not he needed professional burn treatment.

"It only hurts when liquid touches it. I managed to get out of the stream quick, and cleaned the remaining fuel off my face as soon as I could. Do you think it will scar?" He asked, as he gripped his leg.

"It probably will, a little. I don't think it will be bad though. You're still incredibly handsome to me," Grace whispered, attempting to make him smile. As much as she was angry with him, she still loved him, and wanted to protect him. He smiled up at her as she finished off the stitched, and bandaged his forehead.

She looked down at him, and pressed a small kiss to his lips, before she lowered her head to his shoulder. His arms came to rest around her waist.

"I know you're mad at me, but I love you with my whole heart, and will do anything to be better."

Grace lifted her head up, and looked in his eyes. "I know, and I love you too. I'm not as mad I would have been if you had gone through with it, but I'm still mad. I am willing to help you get better, because I know you are capable of getting better. Let's go to bed for now though, I'm sure Kal misses you too."

August stood up and followed her to their shared bedroom, not removing his hand from her waist.

As he laid in bed, with Grace in his arms, and Kal curled up at his feet, he knew he'd do anything to get better.

#august walker #mission impossible #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #tom cruise

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lesbian-vmin · 4 years ago

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thoughts on Malta vmin? especially how whipped jimin was? i dunno how people can call vmin one sided after watching bv3 honestly...

First of all, I want to say that I don’t know why anyone would think Vmin is one sided in the first place? I’ve seen people saying it one way or the other, but I guess mostly that Taehyung cares about Jimin but not the other way around (even though it was mentioned in Taehyung’s letter in BV2 that fans see it the opposite, so maybe Korean fans look at it differently?) Even so, I don’t know why people think it’s one sided. I’m not really biased toward either Jimin or Taehyung (Hoseok is my bias in BTS in case you didn’t know and Jungkook/Jin would be my second, so...but ofc I love them all). So maybe that’s why? I feel like the people who have a bias between one of them would be the ones feeling that way? I could be wrong, but I’ve never gotten the feeling that Vmin was one sided. And all those times that people called Vmin “dead” throughout the years...I never saw that either. But we’re here to talk about Malta, right?

So I think the easiest way to do this would be to do it episode by episode? So that’s what we are going to do. And yep. You can bet this is going to be a long~ post. (below the cut)

Episode 1

So at the start of the episode, you don’t see Jimin or Taehyung interact at all, and Taehyung doesn’t join them right away. The thing is, Vmin don’t have to be together or even interact with each other to have moments that are worth pointing out, so let’s talk about the first thing, shall we?

When Jungkook points out that Taehyung isn’t with them, the only chance you get to see Jimin’s reaction is when the camera is panned out so that you can see all six of the members, and I think he looks pretty upset. Of course, he’s always upset when Taehyung (or any of the members) can’t be with them. But I think it especially bothered him this time because Taehyung was dealing with some stuff, and they had to leave him behind. After you see all six of the members, you get a close up of all the members except for Jimin.

After mentioning that Taehyung is not with them, the members begin talking about the festival period and such. Most of them have something to say. Namjoon’s the one to initiate the conversation, and Jungkook at least puts a little “oh” in there, but Jimin says nothing. Maybe he’s too busy thinking about Taehyung. Or he doesn’t want to think about doing a lot of things and having too much fun without Taehyung. Anyway, he doesn’t crack a smile until the members start talking about their BT21 merchandise.

In the Behind Cam for episode 1, Taehyung was mentioned when they brought up horseback riding. Jimin was the one to bring it up. Yoongi mentions that Taehyung was looking forward to it, and Jimin wonders when they’ll do it. Jimin is afraid of horses (as seen in BV4), but he at least seems to be looking forward to something Taehyung will want to do.

Episode 2

In episode 2, we have the moment where all the members are on the boat. Jimin suggests that they send a video to Taehyung. During the video, he asks all the members to say “I love you” to Taehyung. He probably asked them to do it to help cheer Taehyung up, but it also felt like he just wanted an excuse to say “I love you” in the video without being weird, so he asked all the members to say it. (And Yoongi’s relucntancy and Taehyung’s reaction to it was sooo cute, but this isn’t a Taegi analysis gdi 😭)

Taehyung then shows a picture (I can’t tell if it’s a selfie of Jimin or a freeze frame from a video) of Jimin that’s obviously not from the video they just made for him. So Jimin clearly sent a selfie or a separate video of just himself to Taehyung. (Yeah, clearly they’re not actually best friends at the very least 🙄) The selfie/video was sent to Taehyung separately and off camera, so it’s clearly a little more personal than the video he did “for show”. Taehyung was the one who decided to share it with the world. I do sort of get the feeling that it was actually a separate video that Taehyung watched while sitting there, and the editors decided not to share with us. I get that feeling because it doesn’t really look like a selfie but a little more like Jimin was in motion and the video was paused. But. I could be wrong.

In the behind the cam, I don’t think there’s anything Vmin specific. One scene that did seem a little odd to me was Jimin sitting off by himself while the rest of the members sat together eating. I could think of a few ways to connect it to Vmin, but Jimin seemed a little lonely in that moment and it made me feel sad. (But then he’s later up with Jungkook and enjoying the night view that he wants to later share with Taehyung.)

Episode 3

We’ll skip this one because I don’t think there was any significance here. Maybe in the Behind Cam, but I don’t feel like watching it to find out because all of the important things are about to come up in episode 4 and beyond.

Episode 4

The first thing, when Jin and Jimin are together buying food for the group, they forget to exclude Taehyung. Jin says something about 7 people, and Jimin doesn’t catch it until Seokjin reminds him that there’s only six of them there. Jimin wishes that Taehyung would come sooner. It’s clear that all of the members want Taehyung to be there, but I really feel for Jimin in this scene because he actually almost seems like he wants to cry. The way his voice trails off and gets quieter as he mentions keeping in contact, the way his eyes look sad, and the subtle furrow if his brows before he turns away from the camera again.

Then we finally get to the reunion. Taehyung finally joins the rest of BTS when they are all about to eat a meal together. The reaction when he comes into their appearance happens so quick that I can’t tell what happens first. Jimin either turns his head slightly, and notices Taehyung and quickly takes a double take. Or he hears Jungkook announce Taehyung’s entrance, and Jimin takes a look. (He seems to react before even the ㅌ of Taehyung’s name makes it out of Jungkook’s mouth, but again it’s all so fast I can’t be sure). Either way, that detail is not that important. What is important is that Jimin is happy to finally have Taehyung with them. Why didn’t him and Jimin sit together? Or why didn’t they let them sit together? It would have saved Namjoon from the two of them holding hands across from him and on his shoulder, but whatever.

“Why are you all dressed up?” They ask Taehyung. Um. For Jimin of course! 😂 Okay they really asked him that, but he didn’t say that. This is a joke and not even part of the actual analysis but I wanted to slide it in here.

After Taehyung shows up, Jimin spends a lot of time with his body physically turned in Taehyung’s direction.

And of course, Jimin slips up and tells Taehyung which the biggest room is when they’re not supposed to be giving him any information. Luckily Hoseok recovers him from that (while other members are so done with him) and tells Taehyung that the rooms are all about the same size. Taehyung tried guessing which room Jimin is staying in, and Jimin asks if he wants to share a room with him. Taehyung then mentions that he’ll probably end up having to sleep in the floor, and Jimin says he hopes that doesn’t happen.

They get up to leave their meal, and Jimin finally gets to hug Taehyung, which he’s probably been waiting to do since Taehyung walked in.

After they scuba dive and jet ski, the members return to their cars. Taehyung asks Jimin which car he’s in. I think it’s pretty safe to assume that he asked because he wanted to be in the same car as Jimin, but they had him take Yoongi’s spot in the opposite car since Yoongi would no longer be there.

And cue handholding when they finally get out of the car. Because why not? And Jimin talking up Taehyung’s horse riding.

“I never knew we’d be riding horses together.” - Jimin to Taehyung

Then we are finally to where Taehyung gets to choose his room. It’s kind of cute watching the members trying not to give away any information, but failing miserably (I’m looking at you, Jungkook). He starts to go upstairs (to the room Jimin chose) and Jimin sits there and makes some kind of face that I can’t even begin to guess what it’s supposed to mean. Taehyung guesses it’s not Jimin’s room. Jimin tells him that it is his room after Taehyung says again that he wants to share a room with Jimin. The members look so done with him at this point, but Taehyung chooses a different room. He may have done it on purpose, but it’s also possible that he thought Jimin was lying about the room and chose the room he thought Jimin would have been staying in. Not really sure what happened there, but I don’t think he was lying about wanting to share a room with Jimin, it just ended up not happening. And I somehow get the feeling that them not sharing a room together is why they were allowed to spend so much time together on this trip.

In the behind the cam, the only moment we get is Taehyung walking in on a sleeping Jimin. He notices Jimin wearing a sheet mask, and he takes it off of him. It’s a sweet moment, but not really much to talk about there because it is what it is.

Episode 5

A really cute moment in here is Taehyung buying Jimin a sewing kit because he wanted to fix his pants that were too big. Jimin wasn’t even talking to Taehyung when he said it, but Taehyung was listening. He kept that in mind while they were shopping for supplies, and probably went out of his way to get the thing for Jimin. When Taehyung confirms that he bought it, Jimin says he’s amazing. Cute best friends if you ask me, but I wouldn’t even be mad if they were boyfriends. I want a girlfriend to take care of me like that and I can take care of her like that. 😂

Taehyung goes to sit by himself while they are getting the meal ready. Jimin sees him by himself and goes to keep him company and talk about the boat trip that he wished Taehyung could have been on. This is a very soft moment.

You then have the members calling to Taehyung to join them to eat. He doesn’t move right away and Jimin appears ready to physically lift Taehyung in the chair and carry him to the rest of them.

Every interaction with Vmin is cute, so I loved the scene with them in the fishing shop in the behind cam for this episode. Looking at the giant hook and the bait together.

I know it’s not a Taegi analysis ffs, but Yoongi gave Taehyung his hat. I’m so soft.

Episode 6

This is finally where we get the soft Vmin moment with Taehyung crying and the crew member going to grab Jimin to tell him. Prior to that, Jimin had been trying to keep Taehyung engaged and talk to him. He pointed out the red moon that he wanted Taehyung to see, and he just kept trying to make sure Taehyung was included and didn’t feel left out. Honestly, I get the feeling that Taehyung just kind of wanted to be left alone, and Jimin respected that. He decided to leave Taehyung by himself, only to later be told that Taehyung was crying.

As soon as he’s told that Taehyung is crying, Jimin rushes over to comfort him. (Along with Hoseok who just gives him company and support, sitting with him while he cries and Jimin hugs him. Honestly this boy is the sweetest thing fight me this is why he’s my bias okay?). In that scene where Jimin is comforting Taehyung, he’s kind of draped over him. Now, I could be wrong about this, but it looks very much to me like when Jimin pulled away from Taehyung, he gives him a kiss on the side of his head. His face is hidden on the other side of Taehyung, so it’s hard to tell. But I’m strongly leaning toward that’s what he did because I have no evidence telling me otherwise. And I’m more convinced because I’ve watched the moment several times, and the sound appears to be muted at that moment. You can hear crickets the background, but then they’re silent when Jimin kisses Taehyung. Maybe it’s a crazy theory, but I think it’s possible they muted the sound if you could hear Jimin kiss him, and they thought I wouldn’t notice. Jimin even looks at the camera and smiles, but his mouth moves in such a way that suggests (to me) that he made a sound, but you hear nothing. (Don’t believe me? Oh don’t worry. That’s why I linked the video. See for yourself.) (EDIT: I did have the actual video in the post, but it didn’t stay when I posted. (x))

I also have mixed feelings about this scene. It’s nice to get a little peak into their friendship like that, but it also feels like they put it in when it should have been a private thing. Jimin should have been able to comfort Taehyung without BV making a “thing” of it. It also feels like this is one of those “private” Vmin moments that we don’t get to see very often (and didn’t even get to see much of here because it was clearly heavily edited), so it was nice to get a peek at what they’re probably really like off camera. But it also felt invasive, you know?

After that scene, the two join Hoseok at the fence, and they look out at the night sky together. Sweet and perfect little Hoseok gives them their space to just be together, but he sticks around still. Maybe because he just wants to enjoy the view a little longer, or maybe he wants to give Taehyung support. Either way, he’s kind enough to allow them to have their moment, and Jimin even pulls Taehyung closer and wraps an arm over his shoulder. There’s not much talking here, but it doesn’t feel necessary. Taehyung was crying, and it was important that he wasn’t crying alone.

Jimin likes the turtle.

The two are having fun looking around the glassblower’s shop, and the other four members leave them behind.

Then you see Jimin catch up to Taehyung. He asks him to take some pictures of him in an alley, and Taehyung asks Jimin to take his as well. After they shoot each other’s photos, Jimin asks one of the crew members to take pictures of them. He grabs Taehyung, and I’m not sure what kind of a pose he’s trying to do with him, but Taehyung doesn’t cooperate. Jimin then acts a little awkward, and they get their picture taken.

After the members all eat together, Jimin and Taehyung are left alone once again. They are allowed to spend time together tonight, and they start off by Taehyung taking pictures of Jimin.

Jimin take Taehyung to places that he wants him to see. I guess since he wants Taehyung to be happy, he decides to take the lead and show Taehyung around. He even repeats the same things he’s done before because he wants to do them again with Taehyung.

They then make wishes in the fountain together.

They then go and have dinner together. Jimin lets Taehyung have a taste of his drink, and Taehyung says that he likes wine. Jimin says that he wants to take Taehyung to a wine place, then, which is kind of cute. Always thinking about what to do next with Taehyung. During their dinner, Taehyung starts taking pictures of Jimin because why not? He looks cute, and there should be pictures of him. And then Jimin takes his picture, too. And then they start being dorks together because why not? They’re Vmin. That’s what they do.

In the behind cam for this episode, Taehyung asks Jimin to pose for a picture because he really likes the scenery. He could just take a picture of the scenery he likes so much, but maybe it’s even better with the person he likes so much? He then takes a video, and it looks to be a video panning the area, but then Jimin starts being a dork and dancing. Taehyung obviously loves it because he goes in for a close up before continuing to get the buildings.

Episode 7

Taehyung wants to try busking, and Jimin tells him to do it right there. Taehyung doesn’t want to just do it in the middle of the restaurant, afraid the owner will get upset because he’s trying to ruin his business. So, instead, we get a pleasant moment of Taehyung serenading Jimin at the table.

Then they go and Taehyung busks. It takes a while for Jimin to encourage him and build up his confidence, and Taehyung doesn’t even do the full song, but the moment between them here is so soft and wholesome. This is probably one of my favorite moments because it shows just how much they are like anyone else. Taehyung, a star with millions of fans who loves to hear him sing, is nervous to go up by himself in front of a small audience. Jimin encourages him, brushing his hair back and saying, “I’m here because I want to hear the song you will sing.” It’s just a very real and genuine moment, so this is my favorite moment in the whole series. And of course Jimin records it. The moment is already being filmed for the series, but he also records it for himself. He’s a cute and flustered and shy and happy because Jimin recorded him. They’re just adorable and so damn wholesome all right here.

Jimin wanted to show Taehyung night views because he likes them.

Cue more hand holding.

The next morning, Jimin admits to having a dream about Taehyung busking and getting bullied by someone in the audience.

They get to spend the day together again. In which they go out to eat. They both say that they’re not hungry, and they don’t want to eat. But then go to McDonald’s to eat.They are all cute and trade accessories and such, and Jimin enjoys his McDonald’s meal in Taehyung’s hat and glasses.

I’m going to skip episode 8, which I know is lazy, but that’s me. And I have to get some sleep before going back to work.

Anyway, there were a lot of Vmin moments. Some of them I didn’t even cover here. It’s pretty obvious that the two are best friends, and all of the moments here felt very genuine to me. We got to see that Jimin and Taehyung are there for each other and support each other. Jimin encourages Taehyung a lot and gives him strength. He also gives Taehyung his space when he thinks he might need it, but is quick to be by his side when he’s clearly upset. And this shows that Vmin isn’t one sides because Taehyung also mentioned wanting to spend time with Jimin a lot. He wanted to share the same room and same car, and he even asked Jimin to pose for photos. They don’t treat each other exactly the same, and I think what we got to see from their Malta trip shows us only a tiny part of how dynamic they are with each other. It definitely showed us a very soft side of them.

#vmin #koala answers #vmin malta #vmin bv3 #vmin analysis

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builtonashes · 5 years ago

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White Noise

So @qtmeryr asked the following:

Hello! I saw your post about fanfic requests so I’ve got one! Could you please write Higgs x Reader (Death stranding ofc) fic in which Higgs and reader are friends but suddenly she/he starts to feel something more so tries to ignore Higgs, and because of that he gets mad at her/him?

And who am I to deny such a nice request? ;)

WARNING: Takes place after the game, so spoilers are obvious.

Rating: T+

Pairing: Higgs Monaghan x Reader

Reader’s gender not specified.

You sat down on the grass, trying to collect your thoughts and relax before coming back to work. The weather was surprisingly pleasant; warm wind ghosting your face, some kind of sweet, flowery smell heavy in the air. Spring was in full bloom and you were so glad to have this moment outside. It wasn’t often that you could just unwind and sit down like that. You even made sure to bring a vacuum mug filled with tea to support you during the recess.

As it was, you really did have a lot to think about. You always knew that you were too nice for your own good. Too naive. You couldn’t help it at this point though; it was in your nature just like your parents’ before you, in the way they taught you to live and interact with society. You found yourself used and exploited by others many times, never truly able to read their intentions, always assuming that they were fueled by something good, by the will to do something right. The funny thing is, he was the first one you read right away. You knew it was wrong to even talk to him. You knew you should avoid him at all costs. You knew that his nature was an almost polar opposite to yours, incredibly selfish and arrogant, always focusing on his own gain. But even knowing all this you were somehow drawn to him, actually enjoying the time you spent together. You couldn’t really pinpoint the reason for that at first, but as time passed and as your meetings grew more frequent you realized it was because of the way he talked. He was a smart guy, very quick to learn new things, very attentive to whatever you would talk about. Truth was, he seemed to be the first person in a pretty long while to challenge you intellectually. And you liked that. You liked that because he made you see things in a new, fascinating light. Especially when it came to the events of the Death Stranding and the true potential of chiralium.

Now, you might have been naive, but you weren’t stupid. You knew of all that his ego has brought upon him. When he fell, he fell hard - putting everything on the scale and losing it all in the end. You saw the surprise, the desperation, the fear present on his face for the first time ever. And it did something to you - seeing him vulnerable, lost and defeated made you realize something you were trying to hide from all along.

It made you realize that you cared. Probably a little too much.

The realization dawned upon you as something so obvious you should’ve been able to tell a long time ago. But you made a pretty good job of pretending the feeling wasn’t there. Even though you knew he was just using you like all his other assets. Even though you knew you were as disposable to him as a paper towel. Even though you knew he was spending time with you just because he was bored. Yes, you were naive. But you were not desperate. It was time to let him go. You had to focus on other things, focus on your work; nothing good could’ve ever come of tending to him instead of the people who actually needed you. And you knew that getting attached to someone like him would just end in a disaster anyway.

So you stopped replying to his emails. You stopped taking his calls. You would send him an occasional message telling him how busy you were and that he should take the time to nurse himself back to health. That he should tend to his injuries. It was strange, not seeing him for nearly a month after spending so much time together. But you promised yourself to stay strong in your resolve. To not give in to something as trivial as missing him. You could do more good if you let him go.

Except now that he no longer occupied the space on your couch,he constantly occupied space in your head.

You sighed and took a long sip of your tea. You had to get through this somehow. Might have been easier if you had other friends to spend time with, but in this world connections were not something to be built easily. Most of your friends were gone. Some of them indefinitely.

But you still had your job to do. You still had your research and enough chiralium supply to run your tests. People needed you and distractions were not welcome.

You laid down on the grass with a heavy sigh, happy to feel the warmth of the earth beneath you. It calmed your nerves, soothed the white noise in your head. You took a few deep breaths to commit the smell of blooming flowers to memory. You almost forgot what it was like. Cooped up in your lab, rarely coming outside because of all the storms and BTs. It was much better now. Easier. But your heart was somehow heavier.

You had no idea how long you spent laying there with your eyes closed. You probably even took a short nap on the warm ground. You expected the warmth to pass soon, to give way to evening and ultimately to the cold winds of the night. What you didn’t expect was to see someone standing over you when you woke up.

You did not expect to see Higgs.

“Took you long enough,” you heard him say, an unnerving tone to his voice. “I’ve been standing here for the last what… ten minutes?”

You sat up quickly, blinking once, then twice. It wasn’t a mirage. He was really there.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, am I not allowed to visit an old friend now? Is this the way you greet all your visitors?”

“No,” you answered quickly, taking another sip of your tea. “Only the ones who are not welcome.”

“Now that is just rude.”

“It’s showing up here with no invitation what’s rude. I’m busy, you know.”

“I know. Or so you’ve been telling me. But I don’t see you working too hard.”

“I’m human. I need to take breaks.”

“Yeah right. Cut the crap. What’s up? Why have you been ignoring me?”

You rolled your eyes and focused on the tea again. What were you supposed to tell him?

Before you even managed to collect your thoughts, he sat down next to you and nudged you with his elbow. You sighed and turned to face him.

“I’m not ignoring you. I’m busy. I already told you.”

“Busy saving humanity? Busy laying on the grass? Busy ignoring me?”

“Not everything has to be about you.”

“Maybe not, but I’m pretty sure it is. At least now. So wanna tell me what’s going on or do I have to guess? I have time, you know. I can do this all week.”

“I can’t. I have to work.”

Was it… impatience that you were hearing in his voice? Or was he getting angry? You couldn’t really tell, but there was certainly a different undertone to his speech now. Something edgy. Something else.

“I called you seventy two times. You only picked up once. I sent you twenty long emails. You replied to two. You call this not ignoring me?”

“Higgs,” you sighed again, shaking your head. “I’m trying to focus on my work. I have a lot to do. I can’t be distracted now.”

“So you’re saying that I’m distracting you? I should probably take this as a compliment.”

“It’s not a compliment. It’s the best explanation you’re going to get.”

He went quiet for a while. That was something you didn’t expect.

“Why are you so distant, Y/N? Tell me. I’m worried.”

Worried. He’s worried. You almost laughed.

“I just… you don’t need me, Higgs. And I don’t need you. It’s probably for the best if we stay away from each other.”

You were suprised to feel his hand squeeze your shoulder. It was not a pleasant surprise, but it made you look at him nonetheless.

“Why are you saying this, Y/N? Why now? We didn’t really need each other before either. Yet I’m pretty certain you enjoyed my company during those long, boring nights filled with snowstorms.”

“I did. But that was before I knew who… what you were. Admit it. I’m just another asset to you. You never really cared about me. Just about what I could do for you. And I was stupid enough to actually help you.”

Wow. He looked really offended.

“That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard, Y/N. It would probably even hurt me if I knew you were telling the truth.”

“I am telling the truth. I don’t want to be used by you any longer. I have to focus on things that actually matter. You can go bother the porters if you’re bored. I don’t have time for this.”

His movement was sudden and actually a little bit startling. He moved up, reached out for your face and framed it with his hands. For a while you thought that he was going to headbutt you. Instead, he just looked into your eyes with intent so strong it almost broke your resolve.

“So this is it? You think I’m bored? You think we don’t matter? Are you for real?”

You hesitated. Probably for a while too long. But you were not going to break because of the anger in his voice.

“I think you use people, Higgs. And I think you were using me too. And I don’t need this anymore. I want to do things that help people, not bring chaos to their lives. You are evil. You always were. I just couldn’t see it that clearly before.”

He let go of your face, letting his hands fall down his sides. His facial expression was suddenly something between hurt and anger. You almost regretted saying what you did. Almost.

“Did you ever even care about me? About my feelings?”

You didn’t reply. What were you supposed to say? You did care. But you didn’t want him to know.

Suddenly, he stood up and started pacing back and forth. You could see that he was distressed. Angry. You were actually surprised to see that your words affected him this much.

“Higgs, I don’t…”

“And here I thought you were different. That you were not like other people,” he spat, not letting you finish. “I thought you liked me. I thought we were friends. I thought… I thought I had something to keep me here. Someone. But no, of course not. Higgs is the monster, it’s all his fault. I’ve learned my lesson. I should have never trusted you. You think I used you?” he suddenly stopped right in front of you and brought his legs down to a squat. His face was inches from yours now. “Well, I think you used me. How does that sound?”

You wanted to turn away from him, to hide from the piercing look in his eyes. You felt like he could see right through you, right through the walls you put up to not let him get any closer. You felt so wrong when he was looking at you like that.

“You’re delusional, Higgs,” you whispered through gritted teeth. “And you’re mad. You are known to make people your puppets and then discard them when you no longer need them. Do you need me to remind you what you did to Fragile?”

He moved closer. You scooted back. You were actually starting to worry. Would he hurt you? What if he did? There was nobody here to help you. When he grabbed your hands, you actually felt panic rising deep in your gut. Even stripped from his powers, Higgs could still easily overpower you with his bare strength. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Fragile,” he hissed, his nose almost touching yours, “Was not you. She was a tool. I was wrong about her. But you… you… I thought you were… all this time, I thought…”

The desperation in his voice was new. The shift in his speech was strange. Unfamiliar. It went straight to your heart, piercing it with searing pain. Was he… scared? Angry? Lonely? Or maybe all of that?

You tried to move your hands, but his grip was heavy, almost punishing. There was no way for you to escape. He moved even closer, kneeling between your legs. You were frightened.

“I don’t know what you thought,” you whispered, suddenly ashamed of the fear so obvious in your voice. “You never showed me. You never let me understand. You just took whatever you wanted.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. Cold. Another shiver went through your entire body.

“I never showed you,” he repeated, a weird laugh finishing the sentence. “That’s true. I never did. I didn’t know how. But I will. I’ll make you understand. I’ll make you see. That’s easy.”

When he pressed his lips against yours, he took you by surprise. You gasped. The sheer desperation of this gesture took your breath away. His lips were chapped but warm, not an unwelcome presence against your mouth. You closed your eyes. The worry didn’t dissipate at all.

He let go of your hands and brought them to his face, pulling you closer, teeth nudging at your lower lip. You moaned against your will, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but he did. He pressed into you even harder, licking into your mouth with wild abandon, not even stopping to take a breath. Hs hands were suddenly behind your back, pulling you closer, flush against his chest. You couldn’t move away, you couldn’t let go. But you didn’t want to.

You tried to pull away from the kiss to breathe, but he chased your mouth with his immediately, not letting you go. It was messy and ehxilarating at the same time. But you had to breathe. At least for a while.

“No, don’t, don’t go”, he whispered against your lips whenever you tried to put some distance between you. “Don’t turn me away. Please. Please. I’m begging you.”

You never heard this type of desperation in his voice. Broken. Scared. The kisses were grounding him, you could tell; and when you didn’t move away he pushed into you even more.

“I’m not,” you said between kisses, against your own will. “I’m here. I’m here.”

One final push sent you back on the grass with Higgs on top of you. His hands were in your hair, on your face, tracing lines against your hips. You fisted his shirt to bring him closer. You needed to make this right.

“Y/N, I’m…”

“Shut up,” you said, your lips ghosting against his. “I think I get it now.”

He leaned into your touch, chasing your hand where it reached for his cheek. You felt another sting in your chest at the look on his face. He was scared. So all this time... and he only showed you that now.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

He kissed you again, hard, grinding against you with his entire body. He was heavy, but you didn’t really mind. It was a welcome weight to counter the constant painful pull in your chest. When you felt his fingers in your hair again, you moaned. He was actually gentle. Desperate and so lonely, but surprisingly gentle.

Your moan made him moan too. The shiver that ran down your spine this time was something entirely different from the fear you felt not so long ago.

Biting your lower lip, he closed his eyes and nuzzled your nose with his. You bit him right back, sliding your tongue against his. Who would have thought this might be a better way to settle your argument. Pushing and pulling back and forth you made a hot, writhing mess of each other. It felt oddly satisfying in more ways than one. But you needed to settle this. And you decided to take him by surprise.

You managed to roll him onto his back, straddling his hips and locking him down with your thighs. He looked at you then; looked at you in a way you’ve never seen before. Admiring. Passionate. Desperate. Wanting. So many emotions visible on his face you didn’t even know he was capable of.

Who would have guessed. Maybe you were wrong about him after all.

“You can stay,” you whispered, trying to collect yourself somehow. “But we need to set a few things straight.”

“Anything,” he answered, reaching up to place his hands on your hips. “Anything you say. I’ll do anything.”

You were starting to like that side of him. Submissive, desperate. In a good way.

“You help me with my work. I let you stay at my place. You do the dishes.”

He nodded eagerly, a smile spreading across his lips. You lowered yourself to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I’ll even walk the dog.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“Well, that’s something we could look into.”

You shook your head with a laugh. He was impossible.

But maybe, just maybe, you will be able to make this work.

You were definitely willing to try.

#higgs monaghan #higgs x reader #higgs monaghan x reader #death stranding x reader #death stranding #death stranding imagine #i have no idea if i got higgs right #but god knows i tried #qtmeryr

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lancearcherinrippedjeans · 4 years ago

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Cowboy Dad Sh*t

For previous parts click HERE

Pairings - Adam Page x OFC, Marq Quen x OFC x Cash Wheeler, Matt Jackson x OFC, SLIGHT Alex Reynolds x OC

Categories - Fluff, angst, comedy, and for the first time SMUT

Warnings/Promises - Cheating, cussing, pregnancy. *FOR SMUT* Oral (male receiving)

Word Count - 3,614

Summary/Desc - What started off as the ICB joking around; led to a big deal, Parker flirts with Alex Reynolds on BTE Adriana gets signed to AEW, Parker and Gabby fight, Bri continues with her selfish ways, a lot goes on in one week.

Thank you to my co-writers @westanaew and (I THINK THIS IS HER @ ) @adriii-omega (Especially Adri, our new writer and OFC, for writing the smut for this chapter)

Tagging @kploveswrestling and @neversatisfiedgirlfics

“Where are they with the damn tests?” Bri groaned, flopping back onto the bed. Adriana, their best friend who was new to the AEW roster, shrugged, “Maybe Gabby is arguing with the cashier.”

Right after that sentence, Gabby and Parker walked through the door, bickering.

“This is your THIRD pint of ice cream this past 24 hours, Parker! Get over the breakup and go get some dick or somethin’.” “Oh I’m sorry did you break up with Adam when you’re absolutely in love with him? No,” She yelled, snatching Ben and Jerry’s ‘Love Is..’ from one of the bags, “So let me deal with it how I want!”

“It’s been like 3 weeks and all you’ve done is eat pints of ice cream.” “You didn’t wanna stop at Baskin Robbins!” They had started full blown yelling when Bri pushed them apart, “Can we just do this? Take some pregnancy tests as some jokes now?” Parker had rolled her eyes, taking the tests out of the bag, two for each of them.

“So who wanna volunteer?” Adrianna asked. “Nose goes!” Everyone had done it in time except the one person who asked, Adri. She sighed and took the tests to the bathroom, Gabby, Bri and Parker sitting in the room, waiting. “What if one of the tests comes back positive?” Bri asked. “Then it’ll probably be me or yours.” Gabby laughed. “Yeah yeah, make fun of me all you want but at least I would know who the dad is.” Parker mumbled, glaring at Bri.

“What?” Gabby asked. “Oh nothing, Parker just being a psychopath.” Bri said through her teeth, mad that Parker almost told Gabby that she had been cheating. A moment later Adri came out of the bathroom, tests in hand. “Now we wait.” One by one they had all taken their tests, Bri, Parker and Gabby being the last one. They had all waited till all of them said pregnant or not.

“We all know it’s not gonna be Parker.” Bri laughed, Parker looked up, ice cream in her mouth, “Shut. Your. Face.”

It was time for them to all see, this wasn’t for anything serious, they had just wanted to have some fun.

“1.”

“2.”

“3.” They all said in unison. Adriana, Brianna and Parker laughed, knowing that it would for sure say negative. They had all looked over at Gabby who had a confused expression. “Gab-E?” Parker asked, concerned, “What happened.”

“Are you sure we got the most promising ones?” A tear ran down her face.

Immediately Parker snatched the test out of Gabby's hand. “Holy shit!” Adriana yelled out. “What the hell?!” Bri let out. “You fucking dumbass!” Parker screamed. The test was positive, Gabby was pregnant. Gabby couldn’t do anything but cry, her and Adam had sex without condoms or birth control, but she didn’t expect a baby out of it. “It’s gonna be ok.” Adriana said in a soft voice before hugging Gabby. “What do I tell Adam? That I’m just pregnant?” She built up words to say. “No shit, what else do you say?” Parker took in a spoon full of her ice cream.

“I think everything will be ok Gab.” “Just stay calm.” Bri and Adriana tried to comfort Gabby while Parker was in the corner still sad about her break up. “Ok I have to tell him, so quiet down.” Gabby really didn’t want to, but she didn’t wanna hide it either. She pulled out the phone and dialed the number of her boyfriend.

“Adam?” “Hi babe!” Gabby heard Adam on the other side of the phone, which made her heart smile. “Where are you?” “Right now I’m with Matt and Brandon what’s wrong?” “I have to tell you something.” Tears began to flow down Gabby’s face. “I’m….pregnant.” “No fucking way!” Adams face brightened. “Yes fucking way.” “Babe I can’t wait!” To Gabby’s surprise the cowboy was excited. “I love you so damn much boy. I’ll see you in a few.” “I love you too, see ya.” Gabby hung up the phone, smiling.

“So what did he say?” Adriana questioned. “He was happy...I think” she replied.

The four had left the room a little while later to get to Daily’s Place and for the first time, Parker and Gabby didn’t speak to each other.

The Elite

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“Shut up John!” “You shut up Stu!” “You can’t even get anyone else in the Dark Order!” Parker walked close by, stifling laughter from what she was hearing in the room ahead. It went quiet for a second before you heard a slap and the familiar yelp of John Silver. She jumped and cringed, knowing that Brodie had hit him with papers, again. She was about to walk away when Alex Reynolds exited from the room to get away from the drama inside.

“Parker! What’s up?” “Just walking by, can I leave now?”

“Why leave so soon? Why not just stay, at least for a minute?” “I already told you I’m not joining the Dark Order, pretty boy.” Parker snapped back, clearly not dealing with it this week. Alex put his arm up to lean on the wall, trying to be smooth, “Who said anything about the Dark Order?” “God, what do you want?” “To talk to you, obviously.”

Parker arched a brow, “Why?” Alex chuckled, “Don’t act dumb.” “Excuse me?!” “C’mon, you know I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant, is that you and me? We got good chemistry.” Parker gave a confused face, “What the fuck do you mean ‘chemisrty’, pretty boy?”

“I mean think about it, why do you think I’m always trying to get you in the Dark Order?” “Cause you’re desperate?” “Oh come on! You can’t go five minutes without calling me ‘pretty boy’.”

Parker’s jaw dropped at that sentence, “That’s not what...I mean- you can’t….I give up.”

“So you’re saying that you do think I’m attractive?” Parker smiled, “Well they didn’t call you the handsome devil for nothing.”

Alex moved closer to her, “Well I’ll admit, you’re very attractive yourself." Parker giggled, “I didn’t know you thought that.” “Oh trust me, I think about way more than how attractive you are.” He winked. Parker looked at the floor before taking out her phone and handing it to Reynolds, he typed in his number and handed her the phone back. She kissed his cheek before walking away, “I’ll call you.”

He smirked as she left, then jumped when Brodie yelled his name from inside the room. He frantically ran inside, scene ending on the closed door.

The Elite talked about Chili’s and such when they all looked towards the doorway. “Another fucking girl Adam?” Kenny shouted, as the trio of Adam, Gabby, and Adriana, who was Gabby's friend, walked into the EVP’s room. “Not right now Kenny, please.” Gabby ran her hand down her face, getting anxiety over what The Elite would say about her being pregnant. “We have an announcement.” Adam said, wrapping his arm around Gabby's waist knowing it would calm her. “Don’t tell me you guys are getting married this soon.” Nick sighed. Adam came around behind Gabby, cupping his hands around her non-existent baby bump.

“We’re….pregnant!” “You motherfucker.” Kenny surprisingly has a smile on his face. “So were just having sex without protection now Adam?” “Yeah what the hell?” The Bucks joked. “It’s ok, I’m going to be a dad!” Adam shouted in joy. The Elite congratulated the couple, surprised yet happy that they would be much more than dog parents now.

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What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?

After BTE, the group of Adam, Gabby, Adriana, Matt, Nick, and Kenny decided to hang out. “So you're actually pregnant right?” Kenny questioned. “Duh what you think?” “Maybe it was just for the show I don’t know.” “Well it’s not”

“Just know I’m happy for you two, I can put our differences aside for this.” Kenny reached in to give Gabby a hug. “Thank you Kenny, I appreciate it-“ she stopped when she felt Adam come from behind, placing a kiss on her neck. “Congrats on the baby man.” Kenny smiled at Adam, “Thank you Kenny.” Adam smiled back. “We should all take a pic, I won’t post till you guys announce the baby.” Nick came over. The four posed for the photo as Adam cupped gabby’s stomach and Kenny pointed his finger to the air, there were 2 of the 6 not in the photo tho.

Adriana stood in the corner of the EVP room smiling at her friends . Of course she was happy for Gabby and Page; though she barely met him or talked to him for a matter of fact she could tell he really loved Gabby. She was interrupted by her thoughts when someone tapped on her shoulder, “Hey! You must be Adriana, I’m Matt Jackson!” Adriana turnt so fast she got a little dizzy, she stumbled upon her feet and Matt held his hands out to catch her. “Woah- I’m so sorry, you scared me.” Matt chuckled as he noticed how pretty she was; he’s only seen clips of her online but up close she wasn’t half bad looking.

“Not everyday I can save a beautiful woman from falling on her face.” Adriana shot a confused look as he nervously chuckled, “Well, today is your lucky day. Thanks for scaring me…” Her eyes trailed up and down scanning the man head to toe. She noticed the perfect bun that sat on top of his head, the way he was still in gear from his match, and the way his eyes glistened as they stared at her lips, “You’re...um welcome? Hey look I know I’ve only known you for a couple minutes but-”

“Matt and Adriana stop being shy and come get in the picture! We’re not only celebrating a baby but our new signee for AEW! Man what a good day for us!” Nick exclaimed.

Adriana and Matt brought their eyes away from each other as they looked at the group. Gabby ran over and swooped Adriana away from Matt making him frown a little as Nick did the same. As they redid the picture Matt made sure to stand extra close to Adriana sliding his hand in her back pocket making her smirk. They smiled but Matt and Adriana smiled for different reasons . When they were done Adriana dragged Matt out the EVP room. “What the hell was that-“ Adriana started but was cut off with Hangman popping his head out asking if everything was okay.

Adriana started to reply but Matt cut her off, “We’re fine, but Adriana is starting to feel a little tired so I’m gonna take her to the hotel. Tell Gabby for us.” Hangman shot Matt an eye glance but shrugged it off as he made his way back in.

“I’m not tired Matt-” “You will be.”

Hotel Skip

Adam laid his head on Gabby’s lap as they watched t.v, Gabby running her fingers through his curly hair. “Y’know I’m really excited to be parents.” Adam said, turning down the volume. “I am too, especially with you around.” Adam sat up, grabbing Gabby’s hand, “And I’ll be by your side every step of the way.” Gabby smiled, “I love you.” “I love you too.” They closed the distance between themselves with a kiss.

It had only been a second before there was a knock on the door, Adam groaned and got up to answer it, “Oh, hey Parker.”

Parker waved awkwardly, looking back and forth at Adam and the floor, “Could I speak to Gabby?” He looked back in the room before looking at Parker, “One sec.” He closed the door, walking back into the room, “Who was it?” “Parker. She wants to talk to you.”

Gabby shook her head over and over, she didn’t want to hear Parker judging her anymore. The pair had rarely ever argued. Not seriously that is. They had helped each other with their happiness for years, but Gabby couldn’t even talk to her right now. “Gabby.” “I’m not talking to her, Adam.”

He crossed his arms and sat on the edge of the bed, “Talk to her Gabby. You guys are best friends, and I may not know Parker as well but I’m not letting you two drift apart, especially with you being pregnant.” Gabby rolled her eyes, “Fine, let her in.”

She stood up as Adam answered the door, Parker walked in, and looked like a wreck. It was clear she had been crying. “Hi Gab.” “Parker.”

They stood there awkwardly when Parker took a deep breath and spoke up, “Look...I’m so, so so sorry for how I acted earlier. This is one of the biggest moments in your life and I didn’t bother to be happy for you or even hug you cause I’m thinking about myself.” Parker started to cry again, “And I love you so much, I don’t want our friendship because I’m being selfish.”

Gabby started crying seeing Parker cry, “Parker it’s okay. I could’ve been helping you instead of patronizing you for eating ice cream.” They both laughed. “I love you too, and I can’t lose my best friend now.” Parker pulled Gabby in for a hug, both of them crying. They pulled away when Gabby yelled out, “We always look so ugly when we cry together.” They laughed once again.

Parker turned towards the man in the room, “Thank you Adam, you probably had to convince her.”

Adam tipped his imaginary hat, “Now I wonder if I can convince you to apologize to Chuck.” Parker shook her head, angry smile on her face, before she took a pillow from their bed and hit him with it, “You motherfucker.” She had hit him over and over before Gabby started hitting Parker, “Aye chill I ain’t gonna hit a pregnant lady!” “Wow Parkwe!” The two hit each other again and again.

While Adam smiled, knowing they would have some extra help around now that Gabby and Parker were best friends again.

Across the hall was a whole different story, when Cash knocked on Bri’s door.

“Marq will be here in an hour.” Bri said, pulling Cash into the room. “I can work with that.” He said before putting his mouth on Bri’s, walking them towards the bed. One by one, articles of clothing were stripped off until they were left in their underwear.

He detached their lips and started kissing at her neck, one of her weaknesses. “Cash..” She moaned, hands running through his hair. They were so into the moment they didn’t even hear the door open, but they did hear the voice of Marq, “Bri?”

The frantically looked at him in the doorway, a sad look on his face. “Marq!” She called as he started to walk away, she quickly pulled on her jeans and shirt that she and Cash had thrown on the floor, and chased after him into the parking lot. “Marq! Where are you going?” He had barely turned around, “For a drive.” “Please can we talk about this?!”

He turned around quickly, causing her to almost crash into him. She looked at his expression, not sad, not mad, but hurt. He had tears in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed, “Talk about what? That you’ve been cheating on me for God knows how long?!” Bri shook her head, “I didn’t mean to hurt you I just-” “You just couldn’t handle the fact that I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend right away? I left the show early for you! I’ve been focusing more on you than my career! How is that not enough?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know, I guess I just...didn’t want to be patient. Sorry that you couldn’t give me what Cash was.” “What? Sex? Cause if so you can go back in there right now.”

“Marq that’s not what I meant.” “No it’s exactly what you meant,” He shook his head, “Who would’ve thought that out of you, Gabby and Parker...I got paired to work on Being The Elite with the one who would hurt me.” “Marq please..” She tried to grab his hand but he moved it away.

“You choose. Me or Cash. I love you, Bri. And if you don’t feel the same, don’t bother choosing me.” He took a box and a card out his bag before he got in his rental and drove off. She opened the card and read the note.

‘Bri, we’ve been hanging out, and doing a lot more for a few months. I can’t believe I’m saying this already, but I think I’m in love with you. You have sass and are so beautiful I can’t even think straight. So I have to ask, will you be my girlfriend?’ She opened the box and saw a beautiful bracelet. And she realized she really fucked up.

That’s all she could think about on the walk to her room, she walked in and saw Cash was gone, and he too left a note.

‘Hey Bri...what just happened was intense. Now though I enjoy what we do, I think I should just leave you alone, at least till I know I don’t have a target on my back. - Cash.’

Bri sunk to the ground, crying. Knowing that she now had to make the decision. Pleasure or love. And to her, that’s one of the hardest decisions of all.

SMUT WARNINGGGG

Far far away from the hotel, was a car with Adri and Matt, both making conversation.

“This isn’t the way to the hotel...” Adriana said as Matt just smirked at her. “I know it’s not, but you and I can’t deny we’ve been staring at each other all night long.” Matt shot back. There was no denying it. Ever since Adriana met Matt and his friends he could already tell she would be fun to have around.

“Matt, I barely know you-” Adriana started to speak but she instantly shut her mouth as Matt placed his hand on her thigh. “We don’t need to be the best of friends to have sex. I thought in the back of this car would be perfect, so we can both just get it out of our systems.” His hand began to slowly crawl up making its way to her core. Adriana could feel her stomach begin to twist, and she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t want this. She looked over at his face to see if he was being serious about this or not but her eyes were glued on his gigantic bulge as it began to turn her on.

Most of the time Adriana was the responsible one, never in a million years would her friends ever think of her as having one night stands. Tonight was different. Their lips began to feel each other and Matt asked for entrance by licking her bottom lip. Matt groaned as he began to get frustrated while Adriana chuckled which caused him to shoot his tongue right down her throat. Adriana couldn’t take the clothes anymore as she began to undo her seatbelt and remove her shirt, Matt got the idea and started to undo the belt on his jeans. Matt made his way to the back and Adriana followed as their lips connected once again.

As she straddled his legs she began to feel him through her shorts. She disconnected their lips and tried to get comfortable on the floor of the backseat beginning to throw her hair up in a ponytail. As she struggled with getting all her hair up, Matt began to ramble, “You know, I’ve never actually done this in the backseat of a car before. But I don't know, you might be a pro. Oh God if Nick finds out I had car sex with someone i just met he’s gonna-” His sentence ended with a groan as Adriana’s mouth met his staff. She moved up and down smirking as his groans filled the car, thank god they were in an empty parking lot. His fingers clasped on the back seat as he used his other hand to push her down making it touch the back of her throat. “Oh- oh my god Adri, I’m about to cum.” Matt groaned. He released into her mouth making her hum in delight as she swallowed it and licked her lips clean. He made sure he was still in the back of the car, and not in heaven as he felt his surroundings. Adriana chuckled as she began to put her shirt back on. “Well, that was…something else.” Matt joked.

Adriana rolled her eyes, “it’s getting late we should head back to the hotel before they think something bad happened to us.” Matt got into the driver's seat and started the car, “Sweetheart, there was nothing bad with what just happened. Sucks this is a one time thing.“ he moved his hand to her thigh lightly massaging it. “Yea…one time…right, it depends if you can actually keep it in your pants, I’ll definitely be back soon though.” Matt grinned as they pulled up to the hotel. “I’ll see you later, we can not tell anyone about this. At least for now.” Adriana chuckled as she got out of the car. “Your secret is safe with me, Massie.”

WOW ICBTE ON A SUNDAYYY

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 4 years ago

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The Guardian’s Oath, Part Fifteen

I seem to be all over the place with the lengths of these posts. Hope that’s not a deterrent!

If this is the first you’re seeing of TGO, you’ll probably want to check out some of the earlier parts which are linked in the Master List.

The story is set in 19th century Ireland and tells of a young woman sent to work as the governess for two precocious children in the home of Reverend Feargal Devitt, a young widower. While there, she finds herself drawn to her employer and to the story of his troubled first marriage, and to the supernatural tales of the Demon Finn Balor, whose spectre seems to hang over the family.

Thank you so much to those who have followed along thus far!

Pairing: Feargal Devitt/ Finn Balor x OFC

Word count: 3,703

Content advisory: Nothing, although if the subject of childbirth makes you uncomfortable, you’re not going to enjoy it

Nothing had prepared me for how difficult the birthing process could be and although I had been warned to expect pain, no warning could have made me understand how much pain and how long it would continue. On top of the pain was the fear that gripped me from the moment I realized that something was wrong. I was terrified of dying. I was terrified that my baby was dying. The doctor was efficient but did nothing to soothe my mind or my body and so I was left to my own devices to pull myself through the many hours that followed.

I never understood the precise nature of the problem and I can’t be sure that anyone else did. I was bleeding and therefore too weak to push the baby out. Every time someone, the doctor or his assistant, who was also his wife, tried to ease the child from me, it felt like they were tearing my stomach out. It felt like what they were doing was wrong and dangerous for me. I did my best to try to help them but no matter how hard I tried, I could not muster the strength.

Several times, I asked for Feargal, to no avail. He would be summoned when the baby was out, not sooner.

I know that I was in and out of consciousness for much of the time, sometimes because of the drugs that the doctor gave me and sometimes because the pain and the pressure in my abdomen was too much. I told them frequently to leave me and that I wasn’t capable of giving birth, that I couldn’t bear trying any longer, but they insisted in no gentle way that I did not have a choice. I had no idea how long this had been going on when I felt a slight change in the pain, that it became sharper but at the same time it felt like my body was making some progress. I heard the doctor’s voice as if it came from some distance, as if there was a vat of water boiling next to my ears that distorted everything else.

“I can see it,” he yelped and his assistant nodded her confirmation.

From that moment, I pushed desperately, although it still wasn’t enough to get the job done. When the doctor brandished his forceps, I fully believed that he meant to tear the baby out of me in pieces and struggled, screaming, to get free. In the end, he was able to use his tools and brute strength to accomplish what I couldn’t. We were all covered in blood, my blood, as we waited for the infant to show some sign of life. I heard it, a strange, high-pitched scree like a seagull but again, it seemed to come from far away.

“Is it alright?” I gasped. “Is it alive?”

There was a shuffle of bodies before the doctor answered me. “He’s fine, Mrs. Devitt. You need to rest now.”

“It’s a boy? I want to see him! Let me hold him!”

I could hear the baby crying more clearly now, crying for me.

“Give him to me!” I tried to shout, but I wasn’t strong enough and my voice flagged at the second word, falling to just a harsh whisper.

“Take the boy to his father,” I heard the doctor grumble. “I’ll tend to her.”

His wife walked away, my baby snug in her arms and I was pushed back onto the bed, hard. The doctor rested his hand on my shoulder as he produced a large needle and jammed it into the side of my hip. I could sense the change immediately as my legs felt numb and tingling. He stood over me, pushing my legs apart and frowning as if I was disobeying him. Although many of the details of that time were lost for me, I knew right away that I would hold that image with me always: this gray-haired man with an angry expression, splattered with my blood as he stared at the most intimate parts of my anatomy.

The next time I awoke, even opening my eyes felt arduous. There was little pain, in fact there was little feeling in my body at all, but I had never imagined I could be so weak. It was quite dark in the room but I could make out a shadowy figure sitting near the bed.

“Feargal?” I squeaked.

There was no answer, but I saw the person shift a little at the sound of my voice.

“Is the baby ok?”

Still nothing, save the sound of breathing.

I felt like it was my husband in the room with me but at the same time, the presence was making me nervous.

“Say something!” I hissed.

But there was no sound. The form moved a little in its seat once again. I tried to keep my eyes trained in case the danger I sensed was real but I quickly felt myself getting towed under into sleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, there was some light in the room. I was slick head to foot in sweat and there was a scent in the room that made me feel sick to my stomach but just seeing the light made things a little better.

“Are you awake, Mrs. Devitt?”

I recognized the voice of the doctor’s wife and nodded, feeling too drained to speak.

“Well there’s someone here who’s been eager to meet you.”

She leaned down and placed what at first looked like just a pile of blankets. Then she peeled back some of the fabric and nestled within it was a tiny, wrinkled face, red but not feverish. Its eyes seemed even heavier than mine, barely open at all and fluttering just a little when I pressed my fingers against its little chest.

“I need to feed him.”

“He’s fine, ma’am. We’ve had a nursemaid to tend to him. You’ve been out the better part of two days.”

“Two days?” I looked up at her, trying to read her hard expression.

“Lay with him for a while but don’t worry about anything else. It’ll be taken care of.”

Although I knew the practice was common enough, I hated the idea that another woman had been feeding my baby. My brother had required a nursemaid because my mother was dead but I was very much alive. Wasn’t I?

“Is everything alright?” I asked her.

“The baby is fine. He’s small but he seems hardy. You were the one we were worried about but it looks like you’re through the worst of it.”

I raised myself a little- as much as I could- and looked into the tiny face of my son. I ran my hand over him, marveling at the impossible softness of his skin. He stirred a little but did not cry and eventually the weight and warmth of my hand seemed to ease him to sleep. In my state a puppy could have easily overpowered me. How could I protect something so completely vulnerable as him? Or the children, who I’d promised to keep safe? As long as I was in this state, we were all in danger from whatever it was that stalked the house.

“I’m going to get stronger again, as fast as I can,” I whispered to my son. “You shall have nothing to be afraid of while I live.”

Neither the doctor nor his wife approved of the fact that I insisted on taking over the feeding of my son and that I refused to take the drugs for the pain except when it truly became unbearable. I didn’t back down, though. The longer I stayed in bed half-asleep, the longer my family was vulnerable. I knew enough not to say exactly that but I could tell they still thought I was a little mad.

“You have to keep an eye on her,” the doctor told Feargal when he thought I was asleep. “Having a child takes a great toll on a woman and sometimes they can become hysterical.”

I hated to think what effect those words would have on Feargal and it was at that moment that I decided I didn’t like the doctor. I knew that what I was thinking seemed crazy but I also knew that I had seen things since I had arrived at this place that defied explanation. Sophia had some inkling of it. Even William did. Feargal wouldn’t speak of it but it was possible that he was infected by it, that he needed saving more than any of us. The first Mrs. Devitt had tried to resist and had been overwhelmed. I would not allow that to happen, I told myself. I had been sent here because I was strong enough to break this curse.

So I nursed my son and fought through the pain, telling myself that I needed toughening up. Feargal hated the idea that I was suffering but he also seemed relieved that I had the strength to be so obstinate. It was by watching his reactions to me that I realized that I had come very close to death. If I gave any sign that I was in pain, any little grunt or twitch, he would immediately go through a series of questions to determine what was wrong and refused to dismiss anything as unworthy of attention. If he was near me, he was almost always touching me and if he wasn’t, his eyes were always fixed on me.

His behavior certainly made me feel loved but there were moments when I felt I was under scrutiny, or that myself and the baby were under scrutiny. This was never more true than when the other children were around. It felt like months since I’d seen them since they’d been kept out of the bedroom while I was recovering. And although they had met the baby, it wasn’t until they saw him with me that they got to touch him and look at him up close.

“Can I hold him?” Sophia asked the first time she and William were allowed in to see us.

“No, dear. Babies are fragile when they’re born and he’s heavy.”

“I’m a strong girl,” she insisted.

“I know, but it’s always best to be careful. You’ll get to hold him soon.”

“But then won’t he be even heavier?”

“Yes, but his bones will be stronger.” I shuffled the infant in my arms a little and took hold of Sophia’s fingers. “Here, press just a little.”

I guided her fingers to his head. The facility where I had been raised by the church had on several occasions been used to shelter unwed mothers and I had been pressed into service on several occasions when help was needed with the babies. I was happily surprised at how the knowledge I had picked up during that time had come flooding back into my mind now that I was a mother myself. I cautiously guided Sophia’s hand over the soft spot in her brother’s head, smiling when she shuddered because I remembered that I had had the same reaction the first time someone had shown this to me.

“That feels awful!” she exclaimed.

“We all start out like that. Don’t worry, in a little while his head will be as hard as yours.”

William crawled up on the sofa and leaned on me, trying to get a better look at his brother’s face.

“Why haven’t you given him a name yet?” he asked.

I laughed a little as he squirmed against me. “What’s the rush?” I giggled. “It’s not like he minds.”

The truth was that Feargal and I hadn’t even discussed it. We had talked about the rough nature of the birth and how frightening it had been. We had taken turns reassuring one another that the baby looked fine and was eating well. But the fact was that both of us were spooked and were hesitant to give the child a name until we felt certain that we weren’t going to lose him. So eight days after his birth, we still just called him “the baby”.

William pressed harder into my side and I realized that he wanted me to wrap my arm around him. This required moving the baby from one side of my body to the other, which was nearly impossible with William moving and I was trying to figure out a delicate way to tell him to stop when a sharp voice cut in.

“William, go take a seat over there.” Feargal pointed at the small chair near the window. I could see that the boy wanted to argue because this would take him away from both the baby and me, but his father’s frosty blue eyes flashed with warning. Dejectedly, William slunk over and took his place in the corner.

“The boy does have a point, though,” Feargal mused. “The baby needs a name. So let’s come up with one.”

“William and I have names from your family,” Sophia opined, “so why shouldn’t he have one as well?”

I looked at her nervously, waiting for her to suggest ‘Colin’ but she remained quiet, looking from her father to me as if challenging us to come up with a better suggestion.

“Well I’ve already had the chance to name a child for my favorite aunt and my elder brother, may god rest their souls,” Feargal answered. “Perhaps Helen would like to name her first born for her father?”

“No,” I answered quickly.

“Or your brother?” Sophia suggested.

I shook my head again.

“We should name him Jesus!” William cried, his admonition forgotten.

Feargal and I both laughed and were rescued by Sophia.

“You can’t name a baby Jesus,” she chided. “That’s the name God chose and that means no one else gets to have it.”

It was Feargal who finally suggested that we name the baby Michael, after Reverend Potter, the man who had been responsible for getting me my post as governess to begin with. Since all of us liked the name, we settled on that quite quickly.

“When will he be baptized?” Sophia asked.

“That will have to wait until I’m able to get around a little more.”

“He has to be baptized so that God will protect him,” the girl scolded me.

“You’ve learned well,” her father answered, “but most babies aren’t baptized until they’re a couple of months old.”

“I just want to know that he’s safe,” she added softly, fixing me with her peculiarly mature stare.

Was that the secret? I wondered. Was she trying to tell me that the baby was in danger only as long as he was unbaptized? I couldn’t imagine how Sophia would know this but I also had to admit that she seemed to know many things beyond her years and experience. Perhaps she was making a guess, in which case it wasn’t entirely farfetched.

“I shall write to Reverend Devlin about it so that we can arrange it as soon as possible,” I promised her.

“I’ll speak to him,” Feargal said sharply.

I looked up, a little surprised at his tone and saw that his eyes appeared even lighter and chillier than usual. Was this a flash of jealousy because he remembered that night months earlier when the young Reverend had seemed flirtatious? Or was he resisting the idea of rushing the baptism? I couldn't tell and didn’t dare mention either possibility, so I smiled meekly and nodded at him.

My recovery went slower than I anticipated. It seemed like every time I tried to move around, it reopened the internal wounds I had sustained and I would be sent back to bed until the pain and bleeding subsided. By the time I was able to go outside again, the weather was starting to turn cold. Because of the issues I had had, Feargal insisted that I be accompanied by either Kate or Susan whenever I left the house, lest I take a weak turn. However, on one particularly glorious autumn day, I did end up going out by myself.

Feargal was gone for a few days with the children: William had been accepted into school but his start had been delayed so that he could be at home with us when the baby arrived, but his father had wanted to take him to see the school and to meet his teachers before he started officially. Sophia was still dejected that her brother would be going to school and she wouldn’t and so she had been invited along in order to keep her from feeling left out. Of course, no sooner had they left when Kate’s sister fell and broke her arm.

I insisted that our poor cook spend as much time as she needed with her sister’s family, pointing out that I was capable of feeding myself for a couple of days and that I had Susan to help me. Indeed, it was quiet but not unpleasant with just the baby and the young servant.

It was the day that Feargal and the children were due back and I had just gotten Michael down for his afternoon nap when I found Susan muttering in frustration as she went through the pantry shelves.

“Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I just noticed that we don’t have any more eggs and I need two for the bread. I’ll head up to the market to pick some up.”

“I’ll go.” She looked surprised at my offer but I was eager to get outside, especially since I knew the cold weather would soon have me housebound for months. “I’d like the walk and the fresh air.”

“You aren’t supposed to go walking, especially not alone.”

“I’ll be fine. I have to start doing things for myself eventually. You have work to do here. It’s only fair that I should take care of this.”

She acquiesced and I headed out, walking slowly and deliberately but relishing the feeling of the glorious autumn air. It was late for the farmers’ market but I managed to secure a few eggs. I was turning to head home when I heard my name called.

“How lovely to see you up and about, although I’m afraid my wife will be upset that you beat me to the last eggs.”

Revered Devlin gave me a broad smile and a slight bow.

“I don’t think we need all of these today, so I could give you a couple,” I told him.

“You’re too kind. It’s not an emergency, though. We can make it until tomorrow and it’ll be a lesson to me to get my errands done earlier in the day.”

“It’s no trouble, I insist. I know how much work you have.” I reached into my bag but he shook his head. “Actually, as long as I have you here, I might as well ask you about work as well. Now that I’m able to get around, I’d like to set a date to have our son baptized.”

“Of course you would. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around to speak to you and Reverend Devitt to arrange it. What is the baby’s name?”

I felt a little tremor go through me. “Oh, I thought that Feargal had been in touch with you. We’ve named the baby Michael.”

Reverend Devlin shook his head. “No, I’m sure he meant to, but he didn’t speak to me. But it’s no problem, I’m afraid that there’s been two funeral services I’ve had to arrange in the last couple of weeks so it will be a pleasure to attend to something joyous.”

The young man insisted on walking me home, despite my assurances that I was fully recovered. In fact, I was getting twinges of pain the longer I was on my feet and I was happy to have his arm to lean on. It was also nice for me to speak to someone new, even though the way he looked at me made me blush. He was pleasant company and the walk passed quickly. As we reached my home, I was visibly limping and he insisted on helping me to the door, one arm around my waist to steady me.

I was startled when the door flew open to meet us, and my sudden movement caused him to tighten his hold on me.

“Reverend,” Feargal greeted him with a tight smile, “how good to see you again.”

My husband reached out and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me across the threshold without moving his eyes from the other man. They exchanged pleasantries as I took my leave and rushed to the kitchen to hand over the eggs. Susan looked nervous and thanked me more than necessary. I wanted to ask her what the matter was but she scurried away saying that she needed to get the bread started.

I made my way up to the bedroom and was surprised to see that Feargal was already there, holding Michael up as if he were inspecting him. He stood in front of the window, the light behind him making him appear dark and shadowy in form, the expression on his face inscrutable even as I approached him.

“Here comes your mama,” he cooed to the baby, turning his piercing eyes on me. “Where has she been?”

I held out my arms for him to hand Michael to me but he stayed still, even pulling back a little.

“Feargal,” I whispered, “let me have him.”

He gave an unkind-looking smile but placed the baby in my outstretched arms. I cradled him, avoiding my husband’s stare for a few minutes until I returned the tiny figure to his crib next to the bed. Feargal crowded close to me, his breath condensing against my neck as I watched Michael drifting back to sleep.

“Where are the children?” I stammered, feeling his hand close around my arm.

“Fast asleep, would you believe? I had to wake them to come from the coach and they went to bed as soon as they went inside.”

He placed a kiss on my temple and pressed against me so that I was trapped between his body and the wall.

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ourano-s · 4 years ago

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hello, I just finished the first season of peaky blinders and I acc really enjoyed it. I finished in one day and didn’t get tired even once (which happens a lot), although this may be due to the facts that it’s fairly short or that I watched most of it in one sitting but I’ve gotten bored of things just as short, so I guess not. nevertheless I gotten increasingly more and more angry at a particular character that kept appearing at a more rapid rate every time I decided I didn’t want to see her. This particular character is our main female lead (surprise surprise! not really.) see I’m aware that I’m probably not the targeted audience of this show, but that doesn’t give the writers an excuse to write bad characters (ai. poorly written). I deserved and expected better; Grace honestly deserved better; and so did her actress. I’m so tired of these bland ass female leads. from the literal second she appeared on screen - and I mean the LITERAL second (which btw, was her walking down the street with her face out of view) I knew EXACTLY who this character was and how her storyline would play out. I was praying to dear god that I was wrong and that the show would surprise me like it did with the plot, but THATS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED LIKE WHY CAN WRITERS NOT WRITE NEW AND REASONABLE FUCKING CHARACTERS. and the thing that really gets me is that our MC is literally like my favorite protagonist that I have thus encountered thus far - specifically bc he’s so freaking smart and he never disappoints me (except ofc for the fact that he falls in love with Grace, which is my point). He is super fucking smart and thinks everything through. and the icing isn’t he cake is that he’s not super horny and shitty to women (it’s a period piece). so how pray tell me TF did thiS Fucker end up falling in love with the BLANDEST BITCH IN EXISTENCE. It doesn’t make any sense, especially when the entire plot revolves around her being a spy ?????? when you take her character into consideration, the whole plot falls apart. it doesn’t hold up when you realize and Grace is the center of why everything works the way it does, but it SHOULDNT work the way it works bc Grace (and her superior) arent competent enough at their jobs for this situation to seems likely. especially since Thomas is characterized as he is, you would not be able to fool him with this performance. like the whole thing happens exactly like we, myself, and anyone would expect - she’s sent there as a spy and is feeding the govt info on them but sees that these gangsters aren’t what she thought they were and ends up falling for the head. he nearly should’ve discovers her at least twice and KNOWS SHES A LIAR AND STILL KEEPS HER AROUND FOR NO PLAUSIBLE EXPLANATION. like the show makes a point of showing us how smart are mc is, but then turns around and expects up to think that there was ANY POSSIBLE WAY that this fucker would keep her around, let alone FALLS IN LOVE WITH HER.

Bonus: some nit picks:

- she got the job because her singing made everyone cry and stop fighting, but like ???????? and her voice (no offense to the actress, it’s quite decent) isn’t simply not that good.

- she’s a nazi’s wet dream (eye roll) - blonde, blue eyes, white, etc.

- she doesn’t look like the other girls in the show. ai, her hair is styled in a modern style and the rest of the girls are in that cute bob. her outfits don’t really look like what the rest of them wear (in terms of style). and all of the boys wear and look the exact same as everyone else so

- um how about there’s no conceivable way that ANYONE let alone THOMAS would fall in love with her BC SHE HAS NO PERSONALITY NO MOTIVATION NOTHING THAT DOESNT TIE DIRECTLY WITH TOMMY. like she realizes that she loves tommy pretty earlier on I would say and her motivation for becoming a spy don’t even seems to matter, like there no emphasis on it whatsoever. she’s not mad or upset about falling for him, just like takes it as if it whatever so she has no growth or change throughout the season whereas tommy does A LOT (sorry that’s not a nit pick that’s the basis of my post)

#rant #peaky blinders #grace whatsherface #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #im mad as fuck #ty for ur time #s1 #topsoil #does this make any sense idk #film.thots

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