#is there anyone even left in this fandom for these boys anymore or should i keep my drafts to myself

[ikarakie]

[slams fists on the table] MATT AND SHIRO WOULD'VE BEEN THE PERFECT TRAGIC LOVE STORY WITH THE POTENTIAL FOR A HAPPY ENDING

#dreamworks just know i hate you and these boys r mine now #matt holt especially #im so sorry every now and then you'll have to witness me cry and sob over these two #ive never let them go #is there anyone even left in this fandom for these boys anymore or should i keep my drafts to myself #matt holt #takashi shirogane #shatt #miro #matt x shiro #voltron #voltron legendary disappointment #voltron legendary defender

[xhmeusworld]

the way it was | kim mingyu

genre: idol! mingyu, angst, established relationship

pairings: kim mingyu x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1k

note: just a small thing until i finish editing some of my longer works :)

you should have known what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date an idol. you should have known that it wasn’t going to be a normal relationship. there wasn’t going to be any spontaneous dates, no random adventures, not even late night trips to the convenience store.

you thought you could handle it. the “love conquers all” attitude. in your mind, that’s what could get you through it. because you did love kim mingyu.

you loved kim mingyu more than anyone on the planet.

but it wasn’t enough.

the hiding, the sneaking around, the brief interactions on music shows. it became too much, but the breaking point occurred because of something neither you nor him imagined.

publicity to some might be considered the most important thing for an idol. whether good or bad, it was still publicity. it was still putting your name out there. you thought seventeen had enough support, especially from their various performances as well as appearances on american media. their fandom was growing and growing everyday.

so when mingyu explained to you that pledis wanted him to “fake date” a girl that he co-hosted an event with, you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t even remember what her name was. you, of course, didn’t want him to fake date anyone, but he didn’t have an option. the company didn’t know that you two were together, so he couldn’t refuse a direct command from his ceo.

he insisted that it was going to be fine. it was only going to be brief outings together that were able to be photographed by dispatch and other media outlets. it was just for publicity mingyu assured. that’s all it was and you kept trying to repeat that in your mind.

that was true at the beginning and you honestly weren’t bothered because at the end of the day, mingyu was in love with you.

but brief outings turned into co-hosting events, shared variety shows, and countless interviews. soon, you grew sick of the headlines and of the couple interview questions. it wasn’t long before the sickness grew into jealousy and hatred toward the other girl.

it was clear that she was taking the “fake dating” much more seriously than mingyu. you found yourself at a standstill unable to talk to mingyu about how you felt. he was your boyfriend. you loved him and that was exactly the reason why you couldn’t voice your concerns to him. you didn’t want to come across as the jealous significant other that was incapable of trust. mingyu gave you absolutely no reason to not trust him.

that left jeon wonwoo as your only option. the curly-haired boy understood what you were feeling and offered assurance. he insisted that mingyu only had eyes for you even if the girl viewed him more as a friend. nothing was going to happen between them and that was final.

for awhile, wonwoo’s advice calmed your thoughts and your jealousy.

until new year’s eve hit.

never did you think your new year’s eve would be ruined be a picture that dispatch posted.

a picture of mingyu and the girl kissing.

that’s when you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore. dating an idol was too much.

mingyu was the one who called you first. he had seen the picture and wanted you to know that she had kissed him first. he had to go along with it because of the cameras, but he desperately wanted to push her away. but he did to do it for his company; for seventeen. it was a part of his job.

you broke up with him that night. you had reached your breaking point. you were tired of the insecurity that you were feeling, you were tired of the jealousy, of the fear that mingyu would leave you in the end.

he begged you to stay; to reconsider, but you already made your decision. you loved kim mingyu. you loved kim mingyu more than anyone on the planet, but this time, you had to put yourself first.

that was a year ago.

a lot of things change in a year’s time. things happen in this world without warning. things just happen whether you want them to or not.

you weren’t exactly sure how it happened or when. maybe it was when he picked you up to go get milkshakes after you called him crying about how much you missed mingyu. maybe it was when he randomly bought you flowers for your birthday. maybe it was the night when you finally let your guard down and let him fall asleep next to you.

somehow, some way, your heart surrendered itself to jeon wonwoo and it was the most wonderful feeling.

you swore you would never date another idol, but he made you feel wanted and loved. he made you feel like the most important person in his life because that’s exactly what you were. you were his world and you always had been even when you were with mingyu. he would never hurt you, he promised.

at the beginning of the relationship, you worried about hurting mingyu. wonwoo was his best friend. there was no way he couldn’t be hurt by your actions, but he never reached out to you. he never made an attempt to say one word to you, so soon, your heartache faded to indifference.

you figured he had moved on as well, so you were shocked to see the new notification pop up on your phone as wonwoo slept next to you, resting up for a schedule that he had tomorrow.

one new voicemail from mingyu.

you debated on deleting the message. you debated on avoiding his words, but you just couldn’t do it even after all this time.

with a shaky breath, you moved the phone up to your ear.

“uh, hey, it’s mingyu. i know it has been awhile, but I just felt like I had to reach out to you. i know you may not want to talk to me and if so, i get it. i didn’t exactly put you first in our relationship and for that, i am truly sorry. for what it’s worth, the dating thing - the stupid, dumb, dating thing - is over, which I’m sure you knew from wonwoo.”

his voice sounded as angelic as you remembered it, but there was also a hint of tiredness behind it. so faint that if you didn’t know any better, you would have missed it. the boy let out a sigh as he continued.

“it’s weird. the thought of you with wonwoo. If i’m honest, i should have seen it coming. he always treated you with respect. he always made time for you when I wasn’t around. i can’t just sit around and say that seeing you with him doesn’t hurt me because it does. it really does, but I hope you’re happy. I hope he makes you happy.”

his last line made tears drip down your cheeks and you prayed that you wouldn’t wake the boy next to you.

“all I needed to know is that you are doing fine.”

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[sister-lucifer]

A little Lucifer drabble

Genre: Smut

content/warnings: dry humping, and one desperate, pent up Luci

Reader is male

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!

Lucifer missed you so, so badly.

Of course the one day you’d be busy is the day he inexplicably woke up horny. He’d tried to text and call you multiple times, but you hadn’t even read his messages. He’d been trying to push it down all day, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. He stomped into his room, immediately falling onto his bed.

For almost two hours he stayed like this; desperately rutting into his pillow, his face buried in a shirt you’d left behind in his room. For almost two hours he tried and tried to cum, just once, but he could not. The thought of you just wasn’t enough this time.

He groaned loudly in annoyance, his voice carrying a clear whine. He practically sobbed into your shirt, so uncharacteristically desperate for relief.

“Luci, honey?”

Suddenly your voice rang out from behind him, and he turned over onto his back to look at you.

“Sweetheart, you’re back?!”

“Yes I am…what’s going on?” You asked as you shut the door behind you. You’d been rushing around so fast all day that you hadn’t even had time to look at your DDD, you were completely unaware of Lucifer’s predicament.

“Oh, sweetheart, please! Please, I need you!”

You dropped your bag by the door, walking over to the bed. As soon as you were in arms reach Lucifer grabbed you, pinning you on your stomach beneath him. He wasted no time, immediately rutting his hips into you with all the strength he had, too needy to even bother with your clothes.

“Lucifer, love—!”

“Please, please!” He interrupted. “Please, I need to cum, just once…just once, just let me have this…th-then I’ll calm down a bit, a-and we can talk…”

You never got to hear him like this. It was amazing. You gladly obliged, arching your back and pressing your ass into him. It brought a broken moan from his throat, and he returned the favor by reaching around and groping your cock through your pants.

“Mmph—! Oh, sweetheart…I-I tried, I tried for s-so long…”

“Oh Luci, I know,” You cooed back at him, “Poor baby, in here all alone, grinding on your pillow. Poor, poor thing…”

He didn’t care that you were being condescending. He didn’t care that someone of his status should never, ever be acting like this. He didn’t care that you would definitely make fun of him for this later. All he cared about was that after hours of trying and edging but never being able to reach his peak he was finally getting the release he deserved.

It didn’t take long before he was drawling out a warning into your ear, though anyone else would find his slurred words incomprehensible.

“S-Sweetheart, ‘m gonna cum…gonna…”

“Go on then, Luci. You wanna be a good boy and make a mess for me?”

“Yes…yes!”

Suddenly he bit down on your shoulder, causing you to yelp. Soon his moans were crescendoing into screams, hardly muffled by your flesh between his teeth, and he was unable to keep his steady pace in his haste.

With one last cry he released, holding onto you like his life depended on it as his entire body shook with the force of his long awaited orgasm. You could feel the warm liquid squirt out through Lucifer’s pants and onto your back, a feeling that would normally make you cringe a bit but brought about an odd sense of satisfaction.

Gradually his grinding slowed to a full stop, and he went limp on top of you. He hugged you close, nuzzling into your neck as he caught his breath. You kissed his jaw and patted his cheek tenderly.

“So, was that enough for you, Luci?”

“Oh, not even close sweetheart. You owe me.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #lucifer smut #male reader

[coyotestarcraft]

Too Broken To Be Fixed (Part 2)

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

A/N: Okay! Part 2...finally was able to work and finish this. Tbh I’m in a really good mental state right now, despite being sick with a runny nose and small cough. I do still feel and remember a bunch of triggering things from my childhood that left me scarred for life. It’s really hard to move past something that happened when you were a child.

SIDENOTE: This is for anyone who has experienced traumatic events in their past. If anything in here triggers you I highly recommend that you don’t read.

WARNINGS: Transphobia, Biphobia, Enbyphobia, toxic parent, loving parent, Cussing.

Part 1

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, you laid in bed in between your angel and demon.

Before your eyes even opened you felt soft kisses on your forehead and cheek, you stir awake and smile up at the boys who are softly smiling down at you, “good morning,” you stretch making the cutest start up noise the boys have ever heard.

“Good morning my love,” Aziraphale cooed while Crowley hugged you from behind as you kissed the angel. “Where’s my kiss?” Crowley pouts behind you, you laugh turning around to kiss your demon who smiles into the kiss.

You get out of bed ready to start the day, the plan was to go to the park for a picnic then walk around to enjoy what the beautiful sunny day had to offer.

Back in Florida (if you don’t live in Florida, pretend you do for now) it was raining nearly every day in the summer, so it was nice to be on Soho and see the sun everyday with little to no clouds, though Soho did have the occasional thunderstorm you enjoyed rain or shine.

As you sat at the counter scrolling through your phone, Aziraphale was cooking normal pancakes, crepes and bacon, “ever tried a crepe before?” Aziraphale turns to smile at you. “No, I’m not even sure what that is,” you shake your head.

You have heard of crepes but never actually seen or eaten one, “it’s like a pancake but really thin, you can put anything on it, fruit, vegetables, meat, cheese.”

“Sure I’ll try one, can I have grape jelly on it?” You ask, Aziraphale nods delighted to be sharing his favorite breakfast meal with you.

An hour later, your on the couch with Crowleys legs across yours and you reading your favorite book, Aziraphale was next to you reading his own book.

A knock at the door gets Aziraphale up to answer, he let’s put a shocked gasp, when you turn just enough to see who’s at the door, instant panic sets in.

Your mother and father are standing in the doorway.

“Mom, dad.” You say as short shallow breaths leave you.

“Why haven’t you called? We’ve been worried sick!” You mother glares at you angrily, you couldn’t say anything, Crowley came up behind you to wrap a protective arm around your shoulder, you give his hand a gentle pat as if to say, ‘I’ve got this.’

“I haven’t called because, I never wanted anything to do with you anymore, I told you that when I left.” You glared back.

“Don’t you dare use that tone with me!” She got up in your face but you confidently stood your ground, shooting away your boys when they attempted to protect you, but you had to stand up to your mother, you couldn’t take anymore of her manipulative behavior and gaslighting.

“Why?! Because I have to respect my elders, when my own mother doesn’t even respect me!? I don’t give a fuck what you think I should do, because you know what? IM NOT YOUR PUPPET ANYMORE!” You yelled the last part.

A stinging pain was all you felt, the world around you was as white as snow.

Finally the world became clear again, you get your body regain control, that’s when the boys noticed tears streaming down your face both from pain and from the repressed anger that had been keeping you prisoner for many years.

That’s when you lost it...

“All my life, I’ve had to endure your bullshit! All my life I was taught to treat people with respect! All my life I have witnessed shit that a child shouldn’t have to witness!” You pant, “You never gave a shit about me! It was always about you or my screw up worthless piece of a shit sister!” You yelled, you kept moving forward while your mother kept moving back, far enough to trap her between you, Aziraphale, the wall and now Crowley.

“You never cared about me! I was always put on the back burner, I felt neglected, I felt unwanted, a lost cause, a nuisance, insignificant, unworthy and many other things, you act like you care about me but in reality you never wanted anything to do with me.” You point an angry finger at her.

“Now here I am living my best life with the two best boyfriends in the world, at peace and you have to come ruin it!” You yell.

“I never meant to hurt you but your an adult, you have to learn by yourself.” Your mom said.

“I have been! But I still need that support and what’d you do!? Nothing, I have been asking and asking for help, but I never got it!” You cried, tears ran down your cheeks as you got more upset, not only emotionally but mentally and physically.

“Just go! I don’t want you in my life anymore, go home live your pathetic lives and leave me alone!” You cry, pushing your mother out of the door and slamming it.

“Honey. I’m sorry your mom did this to you, I tried talking to her but she’s too wrapped up in her own delusional fantasy to understand anything anymore.” You dad said.

“I’ll talk tomorrow, I just want to be alone, please.” You whimper, running off to your safe place, slamming the door behind you.

Now the recovery begins…

#Good Omens #good omens x reader #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #aziraphale x reader x crowley

[rey-jake-therapist]

It's kinda hilarious but mostly sad for me that from the moment I muted the JohnLock tag because I was tired of seeing so-called TLJCers "meta posts" from 8 years ago and was looking in vain for Sherlock fans who had other interests than a non canon ship, I just... Don't see Sherlock related posts anymore? Except for a couple of Adlock and Sherlolly posts, but I don't engage with these ships either so 🤷

I took my Sherlock x OC fic off AO3 because I ended up losing interest. Never did I take off a fic from AO3 after only three chapters! And it wasn't even because it wasn't read: I was actually surprised to see it bookmarked, receive several kudos and even a couple of lovely comments. The kudos were anonymous for most of them but so what. It was nice to see the attention anyways. So it's not a case of "woman bitter because her shitty fanfic wasn't successful". Considering I had only three chapters online, it was a promising start.

Yet, I lost interest because my passion for the show wasn't fed by exchanges with other fans. I mean, I had a few very nice discussions, -I don't want to tag anyone but the three of you I have discussed Sherlock with several times should easily recognize themselves 💜-, but before I muted the JL tag I spent more time scrolling down than anything else. I think it's a shame because there was so much to this show than a ship. With my story I wanted to explore Sherlock's past, uncover a potential trauma caused by something else than Victor Trevor's death, open a discussion about this, about his relationship with his brother, his sister and his parents.... And I KNOW that Sherlock's relationship with John, wether it's considered platonic or not, is very important. I just wish I could find something else to discuss than Sherlock's feelings for X or Y, or his sexuality.

Some could say it's pretty much the same thing for the Hannibal's fandom: there's no doubt that if I muted Hannigram I wouldn't find any Hannigram related posts. Or I'd probably find anti Hannigram posts, ew. The big difference to me is that Will and Hannibal's relationship is at the core of the show. The show is called "Hannibal" but it could just as well be called "Hannibal and Will": even if you don't ship them, take the relationship out of the equation and the show has nothing left to say, like... Literally.

Don't get me wrong, Sherlock without the pair Sherlock/John would probably be crap, but it would still have Sherlock's relationship with his family to cover. And boy there's much to say, imho. While Hannibal has no one else than Will. Will has no one else than Hannibal. That's the story. Also Hannigram is canon. So it makes sense to me that most of the fandom's posts are focused on Will and Hannibal. It hasn't stopped me from starting a pre-Hannigram fic because I'm very intrigued by the professor Lecter had an affair/student Alana Bloom storyline they hinted at in season 2, but I know I won't lost interest in this fandom anytime soon, because I feel fed by it. And this weird/toxic/and yet very romantic relationship between these two weirdos keeps fascinating me, even after four rewatchings! Besides, most Hannibal fans are unhinged which is I must say, a quality I appreciate very much 😁

#Fandom rant #i'm sorry #Sherlock bbc #hannibal tv show #Hannibal nbc #anti johnlock #Anti Adlock #Anti Sherlolly #hannigram #Putting the anti tags here only to clarify it's not a pro shipping post. I don't hate the ships! I'm just not interested in them. #Hannibal series

[klbwriting]

Combining Two Worlds

Chapter 13: The Best Laid Plans

Fandom: DCEU

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: torture, language, its a bit rough

Summary: Ludo reveals how monstrous he is

Notes: One more chapter after this! Then I have another Orm fic coming that might be a little more chill and more surface related

Orm woke in an unfamiliar room, head killing him. He remembered having a drink with Ludo, Arthur went to get more, and then the explosion. He tried to move, looking around and struggling against the chains holding him to the floor. The room wasn't very big, it was familiar still. He looked out the window and frowned. It was one of the old homes that were damaged when Arthur had first returned and the guards had chased him out of the city. He remembered that they had needed to section off this part of the city, it was too damaged to be repaired. He struggled again, pulling at his restraints with all his strength.

"They were forged to hold Atlantians in case of madness, I don't think you'll escape," Ludo said, coming into the room. He held a communicator, setting it on the floor in front of Orm. "I'm having another delivered to your family right now, I want them to watch what happens next, what happens if I don't get what I want." Orm growled at the boy, yanking again at the restraints. Ludo ignored him, going to a table nearby and looking at the contents. Knives, picks, energy pulses, torture devices when in the wrong hands.

"This is madness, you're parents wanted to rule, this is proof of your crimes, there will be witnesses and your family will be banished again," Orm said, trying to reason with the boy. He was met with a punch to the face, drawing blood. He was wearing a glove lined with spikes.

"I don't care if my parents want to rule! I want you all to die! I will kill all of you, one by one, and then I will be the only one left as king," he snarled. "My parents aren't coming back from Xebel, I made sure of that." Orm looked confused, ignoring the gash on his head from the spikes. Ludo smiled, lips curling back and exposing his teeth so he looked like a shark. "No one thought to check the engine in their transport. A few miles outside the city it blew, and now no one controls me anymore. I can do whatever I want now. And what I want is to watch the look on your sweet wife's face while I'm cutting you."

"They will find me, you won't escape this unscathed," Orm said, for the first time feeling fear. This boy was unhinged, and Orm had no idea what he actually was going to do. He looked around at his surroundings more, settling himself on the floor, hoping to find something he could use to undo his chains. He thought he felt a nail on the floor when the communicator came to life and there was Lydia, Y/N, and Mera. Y/N let out a shocked cry, noticing the blood dripping from his head.

"Yes, he looks good bloody doesn't he?" Ludo said, coming into frame. "Now, I assume you have guards around, maybe even some nobles to watch this? Well, you just put them on a list they don't want to be on. Anyone wishing to not be killed slowly and painfully should leave the room. Except you bitches, even if you left I would kill you."

"Ludo, what are you doing?" Lydia asked, looking sad for her brother. Ludo smiled at her, the only bit of caring in him was for his big sister.

"I am doing what our parent should have," he said. "You know what they did to us. This asshole's father had us banished, and not just banished, but imprisoned."

"Yes, but he was a child at the time, he isn't the person who did this," Mera said. Ludo glared at her.

"The blood of that bastard runs through his veins, and may not be his true brother, but I'll kill him anyway. I swore when we escaped that prison that I would not be confined like that again. Then the moment we get here I am put in something a step above a cell..."

"I wouldn't call a royal suite a step above a cell..." Mera grumbled. Ludo stopped speaking. He left the view of the communicator and came back with a pick used to pull barnacles off buildings. He grabbed Orm's face and slide the pick down his cheek, drawing blood. Y/N let out another cry, but this one of fury.

"Don't touch him you bastard!" she yelled, wanting to climb through the water and strangle the little urchin.

"You shut up you half-breed slut," he shot back. "I will not be spoken to like that from a worthless, surface dwelling, bitch. Speak out again and I will start removing pieces of his flesh until his bones show through." Y/N growled but didn't say anything. "Good, you can be trained. Anyway," he wiped the pick on a cloth and set it aside for the time being.

"Ludo, please, this isn't you," Lydia begged. She didn't want to see her brother become this monster. Ludo shook his head.

"My own sister standing there with our enemies, what have you become? We were going to come back here and take over," he said.

"I never wanted to rule, I just wanted to be safe and loved, just like you," she answered. Ludo laughed and shook his head.

"See, that's your problem, you're older than me but you never grew up. I did, I know what matters and what matters is blood. Preferably spilt blood, our enemies blood running out of their bodies," he said, grabbing a knife and shoving it into Orm's shoulder, twisting it. Orm couldn't hold back the pained shout that echoed around the room. Y/N put a hand over her mouth, stumbling back. Atlanna came onto the screen and caught, holding her up.

"Please stop this! What do you want?" Mera demanded. Ludo sighed.

"I want him to die. I was going to do this slowly...what the...?" the communicator cut out just as Ludo turned, the knife raised again.

"Orm!" Y/N cried, moving to grab the device. She shook it and threw it across the room. She had never felt this kind of devastation before. Her entire world was narrowing, she saw dots in front of her eyes, and felt pain racking her body. Atlanna frowned.

"We need to get her to the doctor," she said. "The stress...the baby." Y/N didn't hear anything else as she passed out.

#orm marius #ormmarius #king orm #kingorm #orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #ormseries2

[malereader-inserts]

Broken String

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader Summary: Bitterness, it can ruin anyone. Word Count: 786

The red string of fate.

It makes people go insane, people depend on their lives on it. That doesn't mean it was accurate, you've met couples who claim to be fated together and who were miserable with each other. But, half of you hope that whoever the fates have paired you with, you have a happy relationship and the other half of you want to not believe in this whole fate thing.

Screw the fates and find someone with the same idea.

But, then, you look over to Peter and your heart sinks a bit.

The red string means romantic relationship, but you look down at your finger and see a blue string, knowing that your relationship is no further than platonic, it breaks your heart.

Peter is a good guy, you know that, and you wondered if fate was cruel for having him in your life, perhaps you wished he was never part of your life.

Sure, you hoped Peter had the same idea to screw the fates and go off in a different direction, you've seen many stories of how many platonic relationships become a romantic relationship, how their blue string turned purple, mixing with the original red colour of the string.

But, you know who Peter's forever.

And it isn't you.

"You know," Peter hummed as you turn to look at him, "Thanks for being here."

Peter's life hasn't been the best, he lost so many and found loads. Doctor Strange had made loopholes in Peter's last requests, unknown to the boy in the first few weeks, but Peter wasn't completely alone anymore.

Sure, he lost Aunt May, but he can come home to see Tony and his family, who had accepted him as their own. He lost MJ and Ned, but he had his other best friend welcoming him into his home, that was you. Some people remember him, others don't. As it should be.

"Why?"

"You've been a constant for me," Peter speaks, softly and carefully, "Whilst being a superhero, you came to help me out when I was starting off as a superhero. You have never left my side since we were kids even when your attention was somewhere else when we were younger."

You chuckled, looking out to the city of New York, your legs dangling off the edge with Peter by your side.

"If my life was anything like the other Peter's, I think I know who my red string is attached to."

You nodded, and though you hid your bitter expression, you sighed. All you can do is to be by his side, that his happiness will always come before yours - and whilst, at the moment you continue to be bitter, you know eventually, you will be content, knowing that you will be in his life. That would be enough for you.

Perhaps the bitterness was longer than you expected, you wanted to shout and curse at the fates. But, you had no energy anymore.

This was an ending you did not expect.

An ending that you didn't know was possible.

"How is he?" You asked Tony, sitting by his dining table as you watch him wash dishes.

"He's broken, rightly so, he couldn't save his girlfriend," Tony sighs, placing the glass down as he turns around and leans himself against the sink, "I thought things would work out between them two, I liked Gwen."

You nodded, "Gwen was sweet."

You bit your lip, you thought that Peter should expect the death of Gwen - his variants told him about their lives, and he should be expecting it. You were drumming your fingers against the wooden table before sighing.

"Not only that, have you heard the fight between Peter and that Osborn boy?" You asked, tilting your head to Tony, who softly nods, "Peter was ranting to me about it, in the midst of his emotions, his life isn't supposed to go like this. All these events were earlier than his counterpart's lives."

"We live in a different dimension, things are different," Tony shrugs, "Unless Peter found himself someone who he trusts and spilt a bit too much - changing his life before his eyes."

"Please, Tony," You wave him off, "Peter has learnt not to trust every person he meets, he's grown in the last two years."

"Yeah, that's true."

Tony turns back to wash the dishes as you play with the string on your finger. Only you could see this string, on Peter's end it was still blue - to him, you were his platonic love. On your end, it was dark blue, almost black. You were no longer Peter's platonic love, you were his biggest enemy.

Just because he couldn't love you like you wanted him to.

#peter parker x male!reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #avengers x male reader #x male reader #avenger imagines

[justviwriting]

'A New Home'

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Characters: Catelyn Stark, Ned Stark Pairing: Ned/Cat Rating: T Words: 2.873 Summary: “Of course, sometimes her laughed; smiled at her; gave her a sweet compliment. But those moments were always short-lived. And because he always went back to his sombre demeanour, she was left to wonder whether any of it had been genuine at all. She knew he was genuine when they were alone in her bedroom, and it was also where she found the most comfort with him.” A short oneshot about Catelyn and Ned at the beginning of their marriage A/N: I’ve been thinking about Ned and Cat a lot lately, so I wrote this small, mostly fluffy oneshot. Hope you like it :)

[you can also read it on AO3]

Catelyn walked through the courtyard, trying to resist the urge to pull the coat closer around her neck, or to run back inside to grab another scarf. None of those northern folks appeared to care about the cold, so neither would she. One day, the cold might not bother her anymore. One day, she might not care what anyone thought. But today was not that day.

She always noticed their looks and could always hear their whispers. Of course she was never treated with anything but respect, yet courtesies did not matter to her. This was her home now; she was a part of this place. She needed to be a part of this place, fulfilling her duty as Lady of Winterfell. And for that, she needed their genuine respect.

To them, she was just some southern woman, serving as Lady Stark through a marriage many of them had been opposed to. Calling this place – that was so different from where she came from – her home was already difficult in itself. The weather aside, it was the people that were different; the clothes, the food, the traditions, even the music. Of course she was trying her best, and she would certainly not shy away from changing her ways to succeed. She had always done her duty. She had married a man upon her father’s request, and she had been able to give her husband a son and heir shortly after their wedding. She should be filled with pride and joy, yet she was not. Robb gave her joy – far beyond that – but she could hardly cling onto a toddler; a toddler that would become Lord of Winterfell one day.

And while her son brought her joy, there was also the other boy. As Jon Snow grew, so did his resemblance to Ned. Robb, on the other hand, resembled her with his red locks, yet none of the Stark traits visible. Occasionally, Ned mentioned how he could see himself in Robb’s face, and Catelyn always gave him a faint smile at that. She doubted his words were genuine. Perhaps he was trying to find himself within his legitimate son’s face, perhaps it was out of fondness for him, but she also knew that he said it because he was very well aware of what everyone else thought; she knew he said it so to calm her mind. And she might feel grateful for that but somehow, it filled her with anger instead. If he really wanted to ease her mind, he would send his bastard son away, yet he was determined not to, without granting Catelyn a single explanation. He never wanted to talk about the boy in general, and Catelyn refrained from asking questions, knowing very well he would not give her answers.

As Catelyn went through the courtyard, she also passed the construction site of a new, small building. The work had appeared out of nowhere, without her knowledge, and upon asking what it was, one of the workers had curtly told her that it had been commissioned by Lord Stark, but not more. As head of the household, Catelyn surely felt entitled to know what kind of new buildings would be raised on those grounds, but apparently no one believed that she had a right to know. She had gone to Ned then, but he, too, had not given her an answer and simply told her that it should not trouble her.

Her husband’s face was a difficult one to read. His expressions were as cold as the place he was lord over. His sentences were often short, his words firm, and his face blank. He certainly did not appear as a person one would like to confide in. He was also very hesitant with her – almost treating her as if she were made out of brittle glass. After she had arrived at Winterfell, he had mostly left her to herself. She had been the one who had sought him out then, asking him to join her bed, so they could fulfil their duty. Eventually, he had let her know that he had simply wanted to give her time to adjust, not wanting to pressure her into anything, and even admitted to feeling uncertain whether she would even have wanted to see him after learning about Jon Snow. His words had eased her mind then. She had feared that he did not want her – did not care for her at all; feared that he was too in love with that unknown woman, the one who had given him his bastard son. The latter might still be true. While he did not avoid her, he was still careful around her. He was very different from his brother in that aspect – or any aspect, really. Brandon had been quite open and bold, even brash, and had certainly never been hesitant around her. She had needed to constantly remind him to be careful that they were not seen together whenever he had kissed her; had to prevent him from going to far when he had put his hands on her body, in fear that he would have ruined her prior to their wedding. With Ned, she it sometimes felt as if she had to force him to put his hands on her. Not all the time, though.

The first time she had seen his expression open up had been during their wedding night. He had been gentle and careful, not making a single movement without asking her first. Catelyn had been fairly scared and had spent the day of the wedding wishing it had been his brother instead. However, in that moment, she had felt almost grateful that it had been him. When she had pulled down the blanket he had given her to cover up after her wedding dress had been torn apart, she had seen the desire on his face. And she had seen it several times since then.

Yet this was not the only time she wanted him to open up. Of course, sometimes her laughed; smiled at her; gave her a sweet compliment. But those moments were always short-lived. And because he always went back to his sombre demeanour, she was left to wonder whether any of it had been genuine at all. She knew he was genuine when they were alone in her bedroom, and it was also where she found the most comfort with him.

She had come to realise that her husband was a rather reserved person, and had therefore vowed to herself to be patient with him, and to try and help him in opening up to her. She obviously did not want to force him – neither could she – but she prayed that at some point, he would be less reserved with her. She would never call her husband an unpleasant man, and despite his bastard, she believed him to be fairly honourable. And when they were together, he could be caring and gentle, even kind.

Catelyn arrived in her chambers, preparing for dinner by changing into a different dress for the evening, one that was not stained by the mud. She sat at her dressing table as her maid, Lara, was doing her hair, talking about the unbearable weather. When Catelyn’s mother had died, she had received her mother’s previous maid – a woman, already advanced in age, who had eventually retired, resulting in a young Lara receiving the position just before Catelyn’s own marriage. Lara had not particularly enjoyed leaving the Riverlands either, but she was rather adventurous, so while she loved to complain about the weather, she had found her own joy in this strange place. And a charming and fun girl like her had found friends almost immediately, which had granted Catelyn the possibility to listen in on rumours flying around – not always in her favour, but at least she was not left in the dark.

As Lara rambled on, Catelyn suddenly interrupted her, asking, “Do you know what that new building is?”

She could see the smirk on Lara’s face through the reflection of the mirror. “I do, my lady,” she replied. “However, it is supposed to be a secret.”

“Am I not allowed to know a secret?” Catelyn asked, raising her brows.

“Well, it is a secret to be kept from you,” Lara told her. “On Lord Stark’s orders. He wants to surprise you, my lady.”

Catelyn turned around then. “What do you mean?”

Lara looked at her for a moment, silently, but still a smile on her lips. She was clearly thinking of what to tell her but Catelyn was almost certain that she was contemplating on whether she should tell her the truth. Eventually, Lara said, “I guess it cannot remain a secret for much longer either way, so I might as well tell you.” She made a dramatic pause before she added, “He is building a sept!”

“A sept?” Catelyn asked, staring at her confused.

Lara nodded, excited. “Yes, a sept – for us. Well, for you, of course, but also for us. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Catelyn was quite taken aback. Of course, a sept sounded wonderful – to have an actual place to pray in was something she had missed quite dearly. Yet she would have never dared to dream that this place allowed it. And somehow, she felt uneasy. She doubted everyone would rejoice in that decision as much as Lara did.

Before dinner, Catelyn went to Ned’s solar, wanting to talk about what Lara had just shared with her. She had not seen him all day, and as she entered, he was hovering over paperwork at his desk. He appeared fairly tired when he looked up at her.

“Am I disturbing you, my lord?” Catelyn asked.

Ned shook his head. “You are never disturbing me, my lady. Is it time for dinner yet?”

“Almost,” Catelyn replied. “But if you are too busy, I won’t take any offence if you had your dinner here.”

Ned gave her a small smile. “It’s fine, I will join you in a moment.” He looked back down on his desk, a rather strained expression on his face.

For a moment, Catelyn considered leaving him again. He clearly appeared stressed right now. However, she then remained inside the room, closing the door behind her. The noise made him look back up.

“Is something amiss?” Catelyn asked.

Ned looked at her for a moment, then sighed. “According to those letters, it appears that every harvest was awful, that the aftermath of the war still weighs heavy, and that therefore everyone wants a cut on their taxes, among other demands – at least that is what every single one of those letters seems to contain in one way or another…” He gestured at the letters lying in front of him.

“Do you believe their worries and demands to be genuine?” Catelyn asked then.

He sighed again. “The war is still weighing heavy on everyone but I do not doubt that they are exaggerating. They know I’m merely a younger brother,” he said then. “I fear they are hoping to use that to their own advantage.”

Catelyn bit her lip. She wanted to help him but she did not know whether her help was wanted. It was not her duty, after all. However, he was still her husband. Carefully, she asked, “Would you want to hear my advice?”

He clearly seemed surprised at her question but then nodded. “Yes, of course.”

Catelyn moved a bit closer to his desk. “I believe they are trying to examine you – scrutinize even. To see whether you are someone to rely on, someone to work with, or whether they should better think about themselves first. You would want them to respect you more than anything,” she added.

“I agree,” he told her. “Yet they are not wrong in wanting to test me. I am merely a younger brother. I fear I will make them all enemies of mine.”

Catelyn gave him a small smile. “There is no reason for you to play their games, my lord,” she told him. “Not everyone can be a friend, but if you are just and reasonable, you won’t create too many enemies either. Those men respect strength,” she added, remembering what her father had told her what felt like a million years ago. “Having doubts is not a flaw but a virtue, so you can always recognise your own faults. But do not let them know your doubts. Do what you deem to be right, based on your knowledge and experience, and I am certain you will earn their genuine respect and trust.”

He looked at her for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. “Perhaps you should take over my duties, and I will take care of yours.”

Catelyn laughed slightly. “That would be quite the scandal, I believe.”

He chuckled at that and said, “Thank you for your advice, my lady. I very much appreciate it.”

Catelyn gave him another smile. Then she looked down, remembering why she had come by to begin with. Should she ask him about the sept now? Or should she, perhaps, simply act surprised once he would reveal it?

As she considered what to do, Ned stood up and said, “I suppose we should prepare for dinner now?”

He walked around his desk towards Catelyn. She bit her lip, then hesitatingly said, “There is a reason for why I wanted to talk to you … Someone mentioned that the new building is supposed to be a sept.”

He stared at her, surprised. “Who said that?” he asked. When Catelyn did not reply anything, he sighed. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Catelyn smiled at that. “It certainly is a surprise, my lord.”

 “Well, I guess it does not matter how you found out,” he said then, giving her a smile and looking at her for a moment before he asked, “Do you like it?”

She chuckled slightly. “I love it.” His face lightened up at that. She looked at him, wondering whether she should let him know her worries. She did not want him to regret it, as he appeared fairly excited, but she also wanted for him to open up to her more, and honesty was part of that. “Though I am slightly worried about what everyone else might think.”

“Does that matter?” he asked. “This is your home as well as theirs. You should feel comfortable here, not being forced to hide your faith.” She tried giving him another smile at that, though she did not succeed. She was glad that he felt that way but his opinion was hardly the only one that mattered. Apparently, he had noticed her uncertainty as he came closer now, prompting Catelyn to look back up at him. He smiled at her. “And Robb, and any future children, should have a place to pray as well.”

She stared at him, almost shocked at his words. “You would want for your heir to pray to the Seven?”

“Of course he should be raised in the faith of the Old Gods, but that does not mean he should be prevented from learning about your faith as well,” he told her. “He might be heir to Winterfell but he is still your son.” Catelyn was stunned by his words. Part of her felt relieved and happy, but it also troubled her. “Do not worry too much about what anyone else thinks. You are the Lady of Winterfell, and my wife. This place is your home, and I would also very much like for you to see it as such.” Carefully, he raised his hands, putting them on her arms. Catelyn smiled slightly at his reassuring touch. “I will do everything to make you feel comfortable and welcome here.”

She looked into his eyes. They were gentle again. “Thank you, my lord.” She raised her hand then, softly caressing his cheek with her fingers, then, slowly, she pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed surprised at first but then he put his arms around her, pulling her closer. Catelyn smiled slightly against his lips but then broke the kiss, leaning back into his arms, looking at him. His expression was open now – showing her the kindness and softness she so often longed to see. With his arms around her, all of her previous worries had suddenly vanished.

Her hand wandered into his hair then, gently brushing through it as she looked at him in silence, enjoying this moment of peacefulness. His hand was stroking along her back as he said, “I believe we should go to dinner now.”

She could tell by his eyes that he did not want to move, and neither did she. She did not want for this moment to vanish. She did not need dinner, she needed the comfort of his arms. She smiled at him then and said, “I’m certain they can wait for the Lord and Lady of Winterfell.” She continued brushing through his hair, then asked, “Is it possible to lock that door?”

He stared at her surprised for a second but then a smirk formed on his lips and without another word, her pulled her closer, kissing her again as Catelyn laughed.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #fanfiction #catelyn stark #ned stark #ned x cat

[crazyk-imagine]

Dating Chris Keller Headcanon

*No one writes for this fandom... it’s been years, I get it but people will know about it. No regrets!

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- No one knows how you can like him, not even you

- He refers to himself in the third person and you kind of, find it cute

- Everyone thinks you're insane for even thinking about having a fling with him (*cough cough* Brooke and Haley)

- Nathan is concerned and takes you to a doctor

- Chris Keller is surprised when he overhears your confession

- He was bored and curious what your girl talk consists of (he was not disappointed)

- He's very happy with the fact that you, of all people, like him (or at least, find him attractive)

- He actually changes into someone everyone can call a friend

- Jamie likes the two of you together

- Clay and Quinn understand where Jamie and every are coming from so they ask you out to lunch... to catch up because if anyone else does it, there’s going to be a lot of judgment

“So, we hear you’re with Chris?” Quinn says slowly, not wanting to dry heave.  

You hum, taking a sip of water. “What?” 

“We heard you and Chris Keller are kind of together?” 

“Why are you two asking?” 

“I think you know why,” Clay intervenes. 

You roll your eyes, “I do and frankly I don’t see why it’s any of your guys' business.” 

“We’re just concerned-” 

“I get it, he wasn’t the best guy in the past, but he’s come around. I mean, he helped Dan and Julian bring Nathan home from that wack job. But, has anyone actually tried to make conversation with him? Or even thought that maybe I know what a jerk looks like and won’t date one.” 

Before either of them can open their mouths, you storm off. “Thanks for this deceiving lunch but I don’t want to talk to anyone else today.” 

“We’re in so much trouble,” Quinn rests her head on the table. 

“Yeah, we’re dead. I’ll let you talk to Haley first.��

“Clay!” 

“She’s your sister.”  

- No one was prepared for what would happen after that.

Chris raises a brow at the door slamming behind you. “Sounds like you had a good lunch.” 

You ignore him and throw yourself onto the couch in the studio.

He didn’t really know what to do and didn’t want to piss you off anymore but seeing you stretch out so sad, actually makes him feel bad. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t-” 

“Shouldn’t what?” 

“I mean, if everyone is so upset by the fact that you’re dating Chris Keller... maybe we should, stop this.” 

You gulp, “is that what you want?” 

He pauses, not expecting you to ask him. “... yes.” 

You nod, grabbing your bag as you hold back any tears that pool in your waterline. “Okay.” 

He stares at the door for a while after you left. 

Chase walks in and raises a brow at his weird behavior. “Everything okay?” 

He clears his throat, “yeah, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

“Well, I think I saw your girlfriend leave here in tears and you’re looking like a pathetic version of yourself.” 

“Chris Keller is offended.” 

“What happened?” 

“Yeah, what happened?” 

“Little CK, when did you get here?” Chris asks, hoping the kid can distract him. 

“Wondering if there’s fresh meat on the market.” 

Chris grabs the boy by his shirt and pulls him closer to him. “Nobody goes after Chris Keller’s girl.” 

Chuck nods, raising his hands, “okay, okay. I hear you.” 

The post break-up

- You and him, have been in a depressive state ever since then. 

- Which means, everyone feels bad, like really, really bad

- Julian went to you first

“I brought your favorites.” He smiles, raising a bag from Karen’ Cafe. “And coffee, extra sugar because you’re weird.” 

It was a running joke between the two of you and before, it’d make you laugh. 

His thinned lips tug to the side as he takes in your depressive state before taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “What are you feeling today?” 

You shrug. “Like I don’t want to do anything.” 

He nods, patting your back, leaving the bag and coffee on your nightstand. Everyone knows when you’re alone you’ll enjoy the treats but other than that, forget it. 

- He texts the group. 

JuliantheDirector 

“It’s still bad. She hasn’t moved since yesterday.” 9:32am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“What are we going to do?” 9:39am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“Haley says she feels bad.” 9:42am Sent Read

Shutterbug typing...

PilotChase 

“Chris isn’t doing any better.” 9:49am Sent Read

Nathan 

“You guys shouldn’t have talked about their relationship” 9:54am Sent Read

Mastermind 

“Since when were you a fan of them dating?” 9:58am Sent Read

Shutterbug 

“Jamie?” 9:59am Sent Read

Mastermind 

“Jamie? What are you doing with your dad’s phone?” 10:02am Sent Read

AgentClay 

“We shouldn’t have meddled in their relationship. Nathan tried to keep Quinn and I apart and look at us now.” 10:06am Sent Read

Shutterbug 

“I feel like a hypocrite.” 10:08am Sent Read

JuliantheDirector 

“Is this now operation save young love?” 10:11am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“Were you up watching those romance movies again?” 10:16am Sent Read

JuliantheDirector 

“I’m not going to answer that.” 10:19am Sent Read

- Neither of you saw it coming. 

- The girls tricked you, obviously while the guys made a plan for Chris.

- They took you two back to the place where you two had a decent interaction, the Scott household

- Chase dragged Chris there and pretended that they were going to have a poker night. And the girls told you they were going to have a movie night. 

- But when the girls disappeared after telling you to grab the casserole out of the oven

- The boys told Chris to get drinks while they set up

- And this is when things got awkward

“Oh.” 

You glance up and find him standing there, looking as- you shake your head, not sure if you can think of him that way since you two... aren’t together. 

“I’m supposed to get drinks. The guys- they- uh- planned a poker night.” 

“The girls told me to get this out of the oven so we can have a movie night.” 

“It’s not poker night, is it?” 

“And it’s definitely not movie night.” You sigh. “They tricked us but, I don’t get why. I mean, we broke up because of... whatever reason you chose.” 

“It’s- Chris Keller doesn’t like talking about his feelings but it doesn’t feel weird when I talk to you.” He takes a step closer. “I, Chris Keller, typically known for being selfish, didn't want you to be sad because your friends didn’t like the fact that we’re dating.” 

“What?”

“You’ve known these people for almost all your life and their opinions matter. I just- I thought I’d save you from judgment before it started to take a toll on you.”  

When he’s within reach, you cup his cheek, staring up at him affectionately. “You’re an idiot.” 

His mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out whether to be offended or not. 

“Kiss her!” 

You two turn to see everyone standing at the window before ducking. 

“Chris Keller is doing this because he wants to. Not because the screaming people told him to.” 

You smile, leaning closer to him. “Can Chris Keller shut up and kiss me?” 

“Gladly.” 

“I’m so happy for you two,” Brooke says, hugging you. “And I didn’t dry heave while saying it.” 

“Progress,” you chuckle. 

- After that, no one tried to break anyone up after that

- Get togethers only grew more interesting because everyone saw a new side to the man whore, relationship wrecking musician

#one tree hill #one tree hill fanfic #one tree hill fanfiction #one tree hill imagine #one tree hill imagines #one tree hill headcanon #chris keller #chris keller x reader #chris keller x you #chris keller imagine #chris keller imagines #chris keller headcanon #chris keller fanfic #chris keller fanfiction #crazyk-imagine

[aphroditelovesu]

Can I please request soft yandere ryujin from itzy headcanons thank you :) I never see any itzy yandere we definitely need more in the fandom!!!

"Let me spoil you and love you." - Shin Ryujin.

❝–🧡 Lady L: Ah ah, I agree! Here it is, hope you like it. I will still write more about ITZY and other kpop groups, they deserve more <3

❝–🧡 TW: yandere themes in general, soft!au, soft yandere, obsessive and possessive behavior.

❝–🧡 Pairing: Yandere!Ryujin x Gender Neutral!Reader

Shin Ryujin is a passionate and devoted yandere. All her thoughts are for you, her heart only beats for you, everything is for you, just you.

She became obsessed with you soon after seeing you for the first time. Shin, was at a local coffee shop studying and then you walked in and she felt like she forgot how to breathe, it was like you stopped it and she felt restless and sad when you left the establishment. Ryujin didn't even realize how obsessed with you she was, as instead of answering the right questions she put you as: ''the beautiful girl/boy from the cafeteria'' in every single question.

From that day forward, his face was the only thing Ryujin could see. You were everywhere she looked, she couldn't concentrate on anything anymore. She didn't understand why she was feeling this way, as she had only seen you once but she yearned for you every second.

Everything was neglected because of this, studies, part-time work and she's own basic needs. This all worried Ryujin's parents that, after she told them what happened (she trusts them a lot) they decided to try to help in any way they could.

But everything changed when you were transferred to a new school, the school Shin was studying. She couldn't believe it when she saw you walking into the classroom, she felt like she was dreaming. You, the object of all her desires and thoughts, were right in front of her.

It didn't take long for her to try to get close to you, she wanted to do that before anyone tried to take you away from her. She couldn't let that happen, so Ryujin tried to please you, she wanted to become your best friend and eventually your girlfriend. She could already imagine your future together.

You're Ryujin's priority, okay. She cares about you more than anyone, she would even kill and die for you if was necessary. Shin wants you to be happy, as happy as possible, but only with her by your side.

She is willing to do anything for you. There are no limits when it comes to Ryujin's love for you, she just loves you so much! She loves everything about you, but especially your smile and your eyes, the way you smile when she compliments you or the way your eyes sparkle when she gives you something. Just these things, it's more than enough for her.

Ryujin is your biggest supporter. No matter what, you might just be taking a simple exam, she'll cheer for you. She wants you to succeed because for her it's the same as if she did. The girl will always be there for you, possibly screaming your name as she tells you how much she loves you. Yeah, she's corny at that point.

She's quite jealous, actually. She has full confidence in you, Ryujin knows that you love her and that you belong to her, but she can't help but feel jealous when someone is too close to you for her liking. She absolutely hates it when someone touches you, looks at you for too long, it all makes her angry and she will do anything to get your attention back on her.

As said before, she would do anything for you. Basically, Ryujin is a needy puppy when it comes to you. You can ask her for anything, she will do her best to give it to you, she just wants to see you happy. And if a two-hundred-dollar shoe would make you happy, then why should she deny it? The only thing she expects and wants in return for all this is for you to love her the way she does.

Ryujin is such a sweet and adorable person, but only for you. You've become her whole world and she knows she can't live without you. Shin just wants you to be with her forever, is that too much to ask?

#yandere itzy #yandere ryujin #yandere ryujin soft #yandere ryujin x reader #yandere ryujin headcanons #yandere headcanons

[0aurelion-sol0]

I do find it funny (and concerning) barely anyone outside of the fandom is realising how OOC and inconsistent Mike has been through Season 1, 2, 3 & now 4.

In season 1, El is literally taken for a boy and could've been taken for Will apparently by some people who Mike desperately wants to find. She is not into D&D in any way, yet unlike Max, he completely allows her to be in his Party despite again having no interest in said game. He gets into a fight with Lucas about them having El with them and has to work with Dustin after that, Dustin who points out his complete obliviousness to the situation. They "get together" after meeting each other for a week and without proper build up or El having

In Season 2, Mike has arguments with his parents about why he doesn't want to give away his toys and is all about D&D and keeping the Party as what it is and not letting anybody get in like Max despite her being into the same thing as him. He is grieving about El and is extremely moody about it. He says he has a feeling that she is still alive but never goes look for her like Will. He passes most of his time with said Will for obvious reason related to the season but Will is also all about D&D. Like outside of Dustin, there's probably no one on his level. And again, which brings us back to his "Party members only" attitude and how he really acts like a leader around all of theme.

In season 3, he wants to grow up and pass most of his time with El making out to the point he ignores and is mean to all of his friends. He gets into arguments left and right particularly with El who breaks up with him and with Will, who he points out his sexuality after fighting about how he doesn't want to play D&D anymore. He passes most of his time with Lucas who is extremely similar to Mike in that moment about what he is experiencing and struggling with. Everytime they show Mike trying to make up for his mistakes with El, he fails completely or is super weird about it. (plus he doesn't hesitate and goes crawling back to Will after their fight unlike what Max said he was going to do with El) But he is also able to make up with Will over him leaving D&D behind and possibly forgetting about him. Despite never actuallt resolving their situation about said fight...

And now in season 4, he's back and is fully into a D&D club and clearly taking after their leaders vibe. He wants to keep most of the Party together apparently and even tries to recruit new people like Erica. He even seems to pass most of his time with Dustin who is like all about curiosity and D&D plus all the kid stuff he loved before he tried to move on from it. YET when he goes to Cali to see the Byers, he seems to ignore most of the Byers apart from El (we haven't seen the scene yet, he could give a quick hello to them but it looks like this is what is happening) including his best friend which meeting was the best he has ever done and was worried about him forgetting about him. But when he's with El, he doesn't seem as thrilled as he should be for some reason.

Like it doesn't fit. Something is wrong here.

Why would Mike go back to D&D after passing through an entire season where he tries to move on from it and than be worried his best friend might forget about him and join another party ? And why would he ignore him in such a way despite wanting to get the Party together and even recruiting new people when he is his best friend and the people he thinks meeting was the best thing he has ever done ? Especially if it's on his birthday, of all days ?

With Will, even if they haven't talked or given a resolution about their fight, there's still some consistency and why he was into D&D (escaping into the game and problems related to his identity), now that he doesn't have it anymore, he can't ignore it and is going to have to face it. Perhaps he has feelings for Mike (some reviews have stated it plain and simple), which would make sense about a lot of things but we don't know to which extent he is aware of it and if he understands most of his feelings for him. If he has any...

Dustin is the same as ever, if not is growing more and more into these things as time passes by. Plus he seems to be at the center of it this season and even seems to take the lead about this new campaign.

While Lucas is evolving beyong it and is starting to seperate from it due to his upbringing and experiences in Hawkins. He now seems to be a jock which is literally the most opposite thing at the time to a nerd. Yet his sister who was clearly against those things is now growing into it and even playing with his friends.

But Mike ? Mike literally flip-flops all the time and nobody seems to realise it...

So why does he seem to be ignoring Will that way ? Is it because he realised something after the Battle Of Starcourt as some of us have speculated ? Is it because he is back with El so he changes again ? So fast and completely ? In such a short period of time ?

Does he want to make up for last summer to the others but he realises it isn't working so he goes back to El ? Or is there more to it ? Does he wants to make things work between him and El ? Because he doesn't seem that thrilled to be back with El...

From El's POV, Will apparently acts weird and has a crush, if she tells this about Mike could he not be pleased about that ? After all Will made him a promise at the end of season 3, yet he would seem to move on from him from his POV.

So is he mad about that ? Just like he might be upset about Lucas ignoring the Party and D&D this season ? Yet he also ignored it and wanted to move from it last season, especially to get girlfriends. That would be showing a bit of his hypocrisy if he does or feel like that. Will might be doing exactly just that. Yet he is still here waiting for him at the airport compared to Mike who ignored him until he realised he couldn't anymore in season 3. So is he having guilt and he is realising now that everyone seems to be drifting away he didn't pass enough time with them ?

Or is there more to it that we have yet to discover ? Some form of jealousy perhaps ? 😏 But again why ? It doesn't fit with his arc last season which also didn't fit with his arc in the previous seasons. And why would he be jealous about Will when he has his own girlfriend that he looooves so much ?

The fact that unlike the others we don't have a specific idea about why Mike does certain things in this show compared to the others seems to prove something that no one wants to talk about for some reason. The fact that we have to try and explain his behavior every season should raise some eyebrows. There is clearly more to Mike than meets the eye...

I think it's pretty clear Mike has been going through a strong identity crisis for a long time now but no one has noticed it or they don't want to admit it.

Where that ends though is in The Duffers's hands.

#byler #byeler #mike wheeler is gay #mike wheeler is bisexual

[not-this-guy]

Once again, picking at your brain for your thoughts

What’re your reasons/ideas behind your top hc’s for Bro

i'm brain dead right now after a full shift so let me give you the long short list and a more general explanation of my general fascination with this guy

the basis of my takes and hcs on bro stem from approaching him and viewing him as a person who is flawed and wrong and misguided, but a person and not a generic one faced boogeyman. he is an abuser, he has a lack of boundaries and he has violent tendencies, but i don't look at it in a vacuum because unlike dave who's only ever seen what bro allowed him to see, we can look at him as a whole.

i picked him up a couple years ago in a group roleplay server, mainly as a "i don't trust anyone else to write him/haha wouldn't it be funny if" and since then he's been living rent free in my head - but he's out grown what canon gave us.

and the fundamentals of that are:

0 | SPITE, DISGUST AND FRUSTRATION: he is a fascinating character in his own right, but goddamn is he polarising and one prone to settle in the extremes of fandom perception to the point that people have to fucking tag him as a trigger warning nowadays, which makes people unwilling to interact and engage in more nuanced discussions of him out of avoidance of being harassed which is understandable. however this kind of left him as a character to the wolves, and now a lot of his more recent works and his entire tag in general in whatever site you use has been trashed by incestuous pedophiles - which makes people even less wiling to interact with the concepts brought up in his character. and honestly fuck that. i'm willing to endure dealing w their bullshit directly n i'm willing to call these people what they are (groomers sharing csa material for personal gratification and desensitisation) and i'm not giving them free reign of bro's tag anymore. these freaks should be rightfully shunned and mocked and judged where ever they go because they're too deep in self-denial to ever change.

I | EXTRAPOLATION: with alpha dirk's introduction we were left with a question, how could this kid end up like his beta session self? what could possibly drive the dirk we grow to like and see multiple facets of become this shell of a man? and boy do i love assuming and explaining shit away for people who are barely characters in their own right. free reign to do whatever i want baby.

II | BRAIN DAMAGE: the answer to that question is to chip away at the soul and to scramble a man's sense of reality. i haven't really been in the headspace for it but id love to one day fully explore the horrors of Bro and Lil Cal's codependency for those 30 some years. with that as a base (but not an excuse) i started to slowly piece him back together, and working with the 'undesirables' of mental illness. he is an unmedicafed paranoid schizophrenic with hoarding tendencies who was diagnosed with aspergers as a child... and then punished for it, being effectively abandoned by the system to fates whims and blamed for never having his needs met. his one solid connection at any point in time was lil cal. but instead of villanizing him for having these traits... i see him as someone who was trying to help, but was misguided by his closest confidant and blinded by his over controlling paranoid nature and compulsory need to one up people. everything bro did, he did to help dave... he just never stopped to think about if he was going about it the right way, because he saw dave as an extension of himself and thus of course thought his behaviour was appropriate, because he is acting as who he wished he had when he himself was a kid.

III | PROJECTING AND RELATABILITY: damn he just like me fr. aka on top of all of that, i've grown to attach some of my own traits onto him and vice versa as a means of coping with my own backstory and as a backwards way of acknowledging that my feelings are valid... by allowing bro strider of all people to also go through them and changing myself to have compassion for him.

there's more but look i forgot and m done eating my cold burger.

#🆒 #📩 #🧢 #passing out like snoooore mimimimi snoooore #I am not proof reading this if its legible it's legible

[bangtide]

any blogs you recommend for a yoonminnie? my tl is deprived and soulless 😭

firstly, it's your dashboard or dash, not tl! i've rbed some posts about using tumblr & will hunt down more, please check them out. i'll discuss army tumblr culture below the read more link.

a tour through my following list yields that nearly all the bangtan blogs i follow are inactive, lmfao. but for basic bangtan content, these were the go-to:

bts-trans (still active, just slow) bangtan (ia) audiorkive (active, but only for new releases) btstwtarchive (active) allforbts (ia, but posted all updates)

as for people and content, here's what i'd have to say about army tumblr culture vs twitter (esp my community there):

the big blogs are mostly gif makers (knjspjm & sugajimin are the two i follow who come to mind). gifs are rlly popular & reposting a gif is offensive.

the same for any sort of content. always give credit to original creators, translators, ect. it's also general practice to link to the source if sharing bangtan content, such as clips.

fic writers, rpf artists, ect are rarer than they used to be due to the porn ban in 2018 when a lot of users left.

but even when you do find them, rpf-heavy text posts (aus, fics, rpf-y fawning) have become unusual outside particular niches. nsfw even more so. most authors just post fics to ao3, and artists focus on art, so on so forth. this is the biggest difference from twitter.

that said, it shouldn't stop you. i'm of the opinion rpf-ing needs to be more visible to those who want to see it.

rpf on tumblr is separated from the real life boys. not perfectly, but more so than on twitter. you should consider tagging rpf-heavy posts & fics as rpf or an equivalent if you post abt it. (my tag for it is "fic-ish")

tumblr blogs are often just people vibing & engaging in what they feel like. even if they're dedicated to one fandom, other posts will show up (jokes, politics, discussion, art, other fandoms, ect), and usually people mix fandoms on one blog.

a lot of bangtan blogs on tumblr are multi group or cover k-pop as a whole.

most of them are sideblogs, meaning op has a main blog that they interact through (like me). this doesn't mean they're more active there.

fanwars between different group fandoms are regarded as incredibly stupid & if you engage in them you'll look very stupid. they don't really happen here anymore.

in general, if you start beef with another blog instead of just blocking and moving on you'll look stupid. fanwars of all kinds are not well-tolerated on tumblr.

solos are more common on tumblr & they're not evil. starting beef with them is also considered dumb. block & move on if you're bothered.

that doesn't mean you can't criticize what you see, but vociferously decrying specific people or subcommunities with no nuance is a bad look.

criticism or expressing negative/neutral opinions of bangtan, hybe/bh, their music, content, and even individual members is normal. some people use it as an excuse to pump their hateboner or go on tirades, but again, if it bothers you block & move on.

that said, reblogging with your addition if you have something insightful to respond with is normal. so is ranting about what you saw without naming anyone.

tumblr is in general a very anti-drama climate compared to twitter. people here truly do their own thing. there are exceptions, of course, but overall you live and let live.

tumblr is also EXTREMELY anti-clout compared to twitter. it's totally fine to talk about how much you like a blog, make a post looking for people to follow or mutuals, ect. making your own post promoting your stuff is even fine as long as it's earnestly about sharing your work. but most people hide their follower counts & don't fixate on visibility. going viral is considered a curse.

lastly, publicizing personal information as a prerequisite for interacting with someone is weird here. you don't need to have your age visible to everyone to follow nsfw blogs without being blocked, for example. minors may be sbed or blocked if op wants to, but not having a public age is normal. anonymity is valued.

@yoonminist is the og yoonmin blog here (another is sugainmycoffee). be warned if you follow me from twt, she's a vers fan. that sort of content rarely shows up on her page, though. using that to segue into another subject i wanted to cover briefly,

top vs bottom culture & discourse on tumblr is not as much of a thing as it is on twitter. this is in large part due to the lack of nsfw + tumblr's overall anti-drama culture, but a lot of rps blogs here genuinely don't care either way. that lends its own issues--namely, the same old underlying sentiments that caring about top/bottom content in a meaningful way is silly, bad, ect & ignorance of how viciously certain communities have been bullied over it + favoring certain flawed but popular narratives. it's similar to twitter but less skewed in favor of one over the other, and vers fans usually do sincerely like it all (as opposed to labeling themselves vers but only engaging with one trope consistently).

crash course concluded.

#highly suggest scrolling to my how-to-tumblr rbs #some of them go over cultural things #that are more broadly about the site #anons #asks #text #tag later

[samanthaswishes]

Agents of SHIELD Rewatch Season 4A (ep. 1-8)

Here's my commentary on my rewatch of Agents of SHIELD Season 4 Episodes 1-8. This may not be the best commentary since these are just the thoughts and opinions that come to my mind as I watch the episodes rather than a full-blown analysis, but I'm just having fun with it!

Oh boy, do I have OPINIONS about these first few episodes…

4x01 The Ghost

And here’s where the show took advantage of the 10pm time slot: we get a scene of Daisy getting dressed.

HERE HE IS

ME GHOST RIDER HIMSELF

ROBBIE REYES

Also the score for the Ghost Rider pod is badass and also the same score Daisy was listening to when she was in quarantine after getting her powers in s2.

This season also gave me a new appreciation for the title card.

The Mack and Coulson dynamic is pretty cool this season.

Especially after how they were kind of butting heads in season 2.

DAVIS D. DAVIS

“I think you look forward to that more than I do” about May.

May isn’t wearing heels, so you can actually see how short she actually is irl😅

PIPER!! LOVE HER ATTITUDE!

“Spine pulled out of his… ohh” Oh Mack, I love you.

“May, you’re not sharing”

Thank you Coulson and Mack for understanding Daisy’s intentions.

“Who the hell are you” - Mack. My second favorite person to say this line.

“Those are football teams” “Not sure they are, Turbo”

Mack is such a mood. Wanted an exploding pen.

Emo Daisy style tho👌🏼

Love how you don’t really see much of Robbie’s face at first. Raises the intimidation.

Mack’s one liners are ON POINT!

ELENA!!! I LOVE YOU!

They really set Davis up to die this season giving him a wife and a kid on the way.

“Just ask me to dinner again” WHAT HAPPENED AT THE FIRST DINNER!

THE TENSION! I LOVE IT!

YOYO MADE MACK SPEECHLESS.

Also, because of the Accords, literally every move Elena makes is tracked. EVERY powered and enhanced individual that is under the Accords is being tracked. Literally taking away innocent citizens’ civil liberties. This is why being Team Cap is the right answer. The government is taking advantage of their power and using it to track and later kill individuals like inhumans who have done nothing wrong but are being targeted.

Radcliffe just has Aida naked all the time???

“WHOT THE HELL”

“A nAkEd BoDy”

I can’t watch Daisy getting on the bus seriously anymore knowing that the crew decided to troll Chloe and have it drive away😂

Daisy and Yo-Yo friendship🥹 screw you season 5.

“I think I stumbled upon a serial killer” “Ooh fun”

“Take care of yourself” All Daisy wants for the team is for them to be safe.

Also how can anyone blame Daisy for leaving. She’s loss so much and has felt the guilt for all of it. Not to mention how NO ONE except Mack decided to go down and see her and comfort her after Hive. Daisy left because she didn’t want to feel like a burden, which if i’m being honest, the team kinda treated her like so after Hive and talking to her only for information. Daisy left because she cared about her team. She didn’t want to be the reason she brought them pain. However, I have a feeling that them not talking to her is what also pushed her away, thinking that they didn’t want her around anymore.

Elizabeth and Ming are essentially the same height, so they couldn’t have May in heels and put Jemma in shoes that have a lift in them so that she seems intimidating towards May.

“Should’ve cut off your own hand”

I love Robbie Reyes. Just thought you all should know.

I appreciate that Jemma has gained the confidence to where she can handle positions of authority, but knowing what I know happens later makes it really hard to be proud of her for it. The fandom respects Jemma’s authority, but when Daisy is in authority, she’s disrespected? How come Daisy’s authority isn’t respected later?? Jemma was quick to defy Daisy in season 5.

And Jemma has the nerve to assume May is jealous of her status? May makes it clear that even she’s surprised what the position has done to Jemma.

I do understand Jemma wanting the power to keep the team together in some capacity, but it shouldn’t come at the expense of your friends’ respect.

“After all we’ve been through” yet you, Jemma, insinuating May being jealous of you. You’re the one who has thrown away the respect they deserve just as much.

Daisy does her research. But I liked to believe she knew Robbie’s car’s model because Coulson and Mack are such a car guys that they probably shared some car facts with her.

“These guys might kill someone else besides themselves” “YEAH US”

MAaAaAaAYYY!!! THE GHOST!

The way Robbie calls Daisy chica😍

The visual effects this season are INSANE!

How come it’s barely touched on that Daisy is literally suicidal this season?

Even the Ghost Rider sees Daisy as a good person.

Robbie and Gabe’s relationship🥹

“I finished high school… in the 11th grade”

The van’s back. But it’s not her van.

4x02 Meet the New Boss

That poor little boy😅🥺

You do that badass walk, Robbie

The team always saw the common room of the Playground as home🥺 now that it’s redecorated, it’s doesn’t have that homey feeling.

Daisy with the tea mug and acting all smug is giving me life.

I feel like a lot of people dislike Mace, which is understandable given what we got of him at first, but later, you can actually see how he’s a good person.

Robbing banks and returning money to their rightful owners. How come they only look at the bad?

“Maybe she’s just a ghost”

The little Piper and May interaction.

Again, Daisy is literally suicidal. Why is barely anyone talking about it?

“Fighting to right every wrong” DAISY’S CHARACTER IN A NUTSHELL!

She still keeps a picture of Lincoln😭

I LOVE THIS SCENE WITH DAISY ON THE CAR! I bet Chloe had so much fun with that scene.

“Neutralize powers. I’d love to see them” that guy seemed a little too happy about repressing powers.

“Who wants to step aside a real life quinjet” ME🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️ Aren’t they supposed to have a quinjet ride coming to Avengers Campus at Disnleyland or is that just something I dreamt/made up?

Poor May😭

“Always looking out for us” THATS MAY

It definitely was cool during my first watch finding out that Mace was “inhuman”

The way Mack carefully cares for Daisy’s arm😭😭

“She’s turned her back” She most certainly HAS NOT! WTF!! Has she done anything terrible to you, Fitz? I don’t think so. And don’t say choking you out during Hive cause that was not of her will.

“Something terrible happened, and she didn’t want our help getting through it” WHEN DID YOU GUYS HELP HER??? YOU GUYS HAD HER LOCKED IN A CELL. YOU TREATED HER LIKE SHIT AND ONLY SPOKE TO HER TO GET INFORMATION OUT OF HER, MAKING HER RELIVE EVENTS THAT SHE MOST DEFINITELY SHOILD HAVE PTSD FROM! THE ONLY PERSON WHO SPOKE TO HER WITH SYMPATHY AND COMPASSION WAS MACK!! Oh my god just get Fitz off my screen already.

“We’ve all been through terrible things” That is something you NEVER EVER want to tell a person who is depressed, suicidal, and grieving after a very traumatic experience. Also, you didn’t have that attitude when other people went through terrible things. How come every single person in this show are allowed to step away from the agency for their own good (Jemma in s2, May in s3, Fitz himself in s3), but Daisy isn’t allowed??? And when they all went through those things, they had people supporting them, while Daisy was basically left to fend for herself in confinement. How come she’s told “well too bad. bad things happen to all of us so you just have to suck it up” My god, just show some empathy. Daisy does it, basically expected to, but why can’t anybody else?? Then again, we’re talking about Fitz who literally doesn’t have an empathetic bone in his body and only cares if it effects him. So what if YOU were so hurt that SHE left to BETTER HERSELF and MAKE SURE THE POEPLE SHE CARED ABOUT ARE SAFE after no one else would. I hate this. I hate this scene. I hate Fitz.

Glad I can finally say that^

“Never turned our back” UM FITZ, YOU LITERALLY DID IN SEASON 3.

“I’m doing what I need to do” “But that still affects us” Again, how come they get to guilt trip Daisy with their own feelings but she doesn’t get to help herself with her feelings and trauma?

4x03 Uprising

This is surprisingly one of my comfort episodes. I know, weird one to have. Maybe because it has a lot of Elena and I love her.

Yes Maria. Mack is sexy.

The crackling of the title screen!!

Elena, always the hater of heels. (Me too Yo-Yo, me too)

“I like to vet my vengeance demons before I hop in a car with them”

Of course as they are talking about it, the blackout strikes LA.

Fuck Ellen Nadeer

Elena’s outfit in this episode is so cute!

“She’s at a bachelorette party. Probably having a good time, drinking and dancing with all those sexy latino guys” Fitz, I don’t like you, especially after last episode, please don’t make me laugh. But also, don’t throw that at Mack.

It doesn’t take a lot to be a decent human being. Elena, you don’t need these people in your life.

THE HAND😂

Love how Coulson’s like “I wish I could have been there to see the flame demon” while Mack is all “Oh hell no”

If people turn on you that quickly in a situation where you are the victim, they were never your friends in the first place.

Love this fight scene! And Elena’s little teasing smile with the knife😁

“At least I don’t have to wear a stupid dress”

“I thought registered people were protected” ANOTHER REASON THE ACCORDS WERE A TERRIBLE IDEA.

Also, the actor who plays Gabe (Lorenzo James Henrie) is the younger brother of the actor who played Justin (David Henrie) in Wizards of Waverly Place. One of my favorite fun facts cause that was my favorite childhood show. He’s also only like a year younger than Chloe.

So SHIELD just has drugs that instantly kill people on hand?

And here’s Melinda May death number 1 of 2.

FINALLY we have a location of the Playground. Washington D.C.

This episode should have been a good form of proof that Mace isn’t a terrible person. He knew better than to believe it was the inhumans and he trusted Coulson.

Only Melinda May can wake up from being dead and just immediately demand to be released from stuff holding her down.

I LOVE the slow mo Yo-Yo shots. Especially cause she looks like she’s having so much fun.

“If that’s your real name” “I’ve had a few”

Thank you Elena for telling at least someone that they should respect Daisy.

He brought meds and bandages for her😭😭

Gabe, you liar.

“I hear you’re feeling like yourself” “I’m cranky” “Like I said”

Daisy, I don’t think that’s how you take pills.

Ellen Nadeer, fuck you

17 innocent inhumans were killed because of the Accords.

4x04 Let Me Stand Next to Your Fire

Jemma, NEVER trust email offers on apartments. Especially if it meets your criteria exactly.

The soft Quake theme as Daisy’s literally bleeding out.

So May’s just there, with nothing to entertain herself with? At least let her watch TV or give her her phone.

May’s just thinking “I could’ve gone out at the hands of anything, but Radcliffe? Really?”

Also the drinking. Why is Daisy kinda having a drinking problem not talked about either?

People will hate Daisy for holding a gun to Jemma. You guys actually think Daisy would have pulled the trigger on Jemma??? Heck I don’t think Jemma even believed Daisy would pull the trigger.

And of course, a vintage car chase in the famous LA River.

Mack the entire chase: “Please, for the love of god, let me work on Lola”

Dorky Coulson with the Grease reference.

“Hey-lo”

“We did everything we could for him” But you guys couldn’t do the same for Daisy??

“Suck it up” Again, stuff not to say to people who are depressed.

Of course, the fire starter guy works at a fireworks store.

“Take a stand with me. Fight back. Take control of your life again” I’ve seen people call this being reckless, but Daisy only wants what’s best for her people.

DO NOT tell the robot that lying saves lives. DO NOT tell a robot that EVER!

“I know. That’s the point” DAISY LITERALLY JUST DOESNT WANT THE PEOPLE SHE CARES ABOUT TO LOSE AS MUCH AS SHE HAS.

ALSO!! The gun Jemma brought that Daisy held to her… WAS AN ICER. So Daisy wasn’t going to kill her even if she did pull the trigger, which she certainly was not going to.

“Huh”⛓🔥

“Did two fire dudes fall into a warehouse full of fireworks”

Coulson, you gotta be dramatic with just throwing the tablet on the ground?

4x05 Lockup

It’s definitely interesting watching this season after WandaVision and Multiverse of Madness. But I will always love shield more for how they handled the Darkhold.

Love snarky Daisy.

“Lucy and the whole Peanuts gang”

Mack delegating. Director Mackenzie foreshadowing.

“I didn’t always have powers, and I think I did alright” I love you Daisy.

“Oh, hell!” That’s my reaction too. I don’t like needles either, Mack😅

“Stop whining” Oh May. I love you.

Blue-skinned killers in Wyoming. So those Kree were reported.

THANK YOU DIRECTOR MACE

Now that’s May and Coulson’s “stay away from our daughter” fight.

This is probably the only time they talk about Daisy being suicidal, and it’s to degrade her.

I feel like May was the only person to talk to Daisy in a way that didn’t make her the bad guy. She was stern, in her very May way, but she never put Daisy down or called her the bad guy or that she’s a terrible person for trying to protect the people she loves.

Fuck Ellen Nadeer

4x06 The Good Samaritan

Again, I love that Robbie and Gabe are so close and they are always looking out for one another despite their situations.

“Geese? I have zero geese. We are goose free”😃🦆

May concerned with Fitzsimmons’ relationship. At least she is cause I sure as heck am not.

This flashback is so deep and so powerful oh my god.

UGH Daisy being so supportive of Robbie during this time. If the show had went down the route of Quakerider being a thing, I would have been so down for that! I’m more of a casual Quakerider shipper, but they would 100% be otp if it went down that road.

Mace canonically collected Hot Wheels.

What do you mean it’s not possible Fitz? Ghost Rider just broke out.

“ROYGBIV clearance”

Isodine mention! I really need to rewatch Agent Carter.

“Sounds a little Fox News to me”

Sorry if I don’t say a lot for this episode. I’m kinda working on something at the same time😅

Shut up, Fitz.

“Like the angel” “No, I’m the other one”

4x07 Deals With Our Devils

I like how May has protection gear (the glasses/goggles) while Mack only has his shotgun axe😅

“Impossible things happen all the team” THANK YOU DAISY.

Not the biggest fan of this Simmons side story because 1) it’s another annoying Fitzsimmons separation storyline, and 2) it introduces Vijay (who deserved better) and we never go anywhere with that.

“Melinda, don’t you dare” one of the very few times someone (Mack) other than Coulson calls her Melinda.

“My axe is plenty sharp… and a shotgun”

Daisy is always the best at comforting people a shame that people couldn’t do the same. yes, i will never be over it.

“Mack, what’s gotten into you?” THE FREAKING GHOST RIDER, THATS WHAT

“I hate watching my own demise”

Fitz, can you think of the current situation instead of Simmons or yourself right now???

“It heals itself. Scientifically impossible self healing car” Keep telling yourself that, Daisy😂

“WiTh No HeLmEtS” Oh Mace.

“What’s your name?” “Nathanson, ma’am. What can I do?” “Get lost Nathanson”

But I am glad Jemma was able to help Vijay out. It is a really sweet scene.

“She’s a tool” and you wonder why Aida turned evil other than reading the Darkhold.

“He lost hope” UUGGGHHHHH IMMA GO CRY NOW.

Okay, but Ghost Rider Mack is so BADASS.

“Attagirl” Robbie’s seen what Daisy can do and has been through, so he knows she’s capable of doing some crazy shit.

“I love this car” I feel like that’s every car guy in this show😅

“Oh, I am so thick” yes, Fitz, you are.

So could Aida hear Fitz speaking to her, or is that a decision she made herself?

What’s with Fitz and blaming other people for making decisions to better themselves and the people they care about?

Is it mean to say that I don’t care about Fitzsimmons this episode?

But I do love Coulson being a father figure towards the younger members of the team.

“I can’t help you. Have fun”

Okay, yeah, Aida said she can hear them.

I forget how good this episode is. oh my god!

Hope 4/18/06😭😭

4x08 Laws of Inferno Dynamics

As someone with emetophopia, this puking up diamonds scene makes me super uncomfortable.

“Ignoring the fact that I was mildly attracted to her”

NO DO NOT SEND MAY! THIS IS HOW WE GET INTO ANOTHER MESS!

Mack is just done with people sometimes. Honestly same😅

“I do not like magic. Or clowns. Or clowns with knives… in the dark”

Burning Man™️

Again, SCREW SEASON 5 FOR RUINING DAISY AND ELENA’S FRIENDSHIP!! UGH THEY WERE SO GOOD!

Mack caring for Yo-Yo🥹

Elena worried about losing her favorite jacket😂

“A) I don’t care. B) That wasn’t me”

Always hand it to Elizabeth and Iain to remember all the science jargon, but I wanna know how the writers come up with it all and make it make sense haha.

Everyone just wants to see a freaking nuclear weapon.

Daisy’s teasing again🥹

I JUST REMEMBERED THE MACKELENA KISS IS IN THIS EPISODE OMG IM SO EXCITED!

Surprised this is the first time Daisy notices she can sense a quake coming. Thought it would have been there since she got her powers.

“This is water” “Wow, i’M sO iMpReSsEd”

the CHAINSSSSSS

“Agent Coulson, you should be dead” “Yeah, I get that a lot”

Sorry, Eli. Laws of Nature was a last season episode.

Oh look, for one, THEY’RE ACTUALLY CARING ABOUT DAISY’S HEALTH!!!

THIS FIGHT SCENE WITH MACE IN THE SUIT AND ELENA COMING IN AND CHANGING THINGS!!!

Okay, now, WHO THOUGHT IT WOULD BE OKAY TO PROGRAM AIDA TO BLEED AND EXPERIENCE PAIN?!?!?!

And of course, Daisy lands right in front of the press.

“Maybe in the comic book version”🤣

MACKELENA KISS MACKELENA KISS MACKELENA KISS AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHH!!!!

And Daisy and Coulson 100% saw that.

Well, RIP Nathanson.

And hello, LMD May.

And there goes that bottle of Haig

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Chapter 03: Hit the Road, Jack

Fandom: Fallout 4 Words: 6,509 Characters: Georgia Tate (Canon Divergent Sole Survivor), RJ MacCready, Piper Wright Notes: here comes a special boy here comes a special boy here comes a special boy

ch. 01 / ch. 02 read on ao3

December 26, 2287

What MacCready wouldn’t do for a bullet between the eyes right now.

Just when he thought that finally, finally the Gunners had let him be, here came Winlock and Barnes, strolling into the Third Rail like they damn near owned the place. A dark cloud seemed to follow them into the VIP room, MacCready’s stomach sinking but not showing on his face. He grit his teeth, sat up a little straighter, and talked to them the only way he knew how.

“I was wondering how long it would take your bloodhounds to track me down, Winlock,” he snarked, flexing his hands. “...Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty. Should we take this outside?”

MacCready really wasn’t looking to start a fight, but his tongue had gotten away from him before he could keep the words behind his teeth. Him and his big fucking mouth, always. Winlock leveled him with a glare as the two men stopped in front of him.

“It ain’t like that,” the Gunnerman sneered. “I’m just here to deliver a message.”

MacCready stood up to look Winlock in the eyes, tried to make himself look bigger than his scrawny form allowed, his brow furrowed and his mouth a thin line as he spoke, “In case you forgot, I left the Gunners for good.”

“Yeah, I heard,” Winlock replied, starting to subtly size MacCready up, but not so subtly that it didn’t go unnoticed by the sniper. “But you’re still taking jobs in the Commonwealth. That isn’t going to work for us.”

A flicker out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He let his eyes dart toward a woman who had appeared in the doorway of the VIP room. She had glasses and blonde hair, wearing a denim jacket that seemed to swallow her. Behind her, a woman with dark hair hidden under a newscap and a bright red coat looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but Goodneighbor. Finally noticing the two Gunners currently threatening him, the first woman made a surprised face and attempted to quietly back out of the room, only to run into the other woman that had been on her heels. If his life weren’t currently being threatened, he might have laughed. He let the two women bicker in the hallway before quickly turning his attention back to Winlock and Barnes.

“I don’t take orders from you, not anymore,” MacCready snapped, clenching his fists at his sides. “So why don’t you take your girlfriend and walk out of here while you still can?”

“ What?! ” Barnes demanded, stepping towards him and making MacCready take a step back. Winlock threw out his arm and barred his companion from getting any closer. “Winlock, tell me we don’t have to listen to this shit!”

Winlock sent a look towards his fellow Gunner, a not so subtle knock it off in his glare. Turning back to MacCready, he stepped forward, putting himself close enough to make MacCready tense. When it came down to it, Winlock had several pounds worth of muscle on him that could easily fuck his entire shit up in close range.

“Listen up, MacCready,” Winlock growled, dropping his arm from Barnes’ chest. “The only reason we haven’t filled your body full of bullets is that we don’t want a war with Goodneighbor. See, we respect other people’s boundaries…we know how to play the game. It’s something you never learned.”

“Glad to have disappointed you,” MacCready snarled back, and he meant it. The Gunners’ idea of “respecting other people’s boundaries”, as Winlock liked to put it, was bullshit. He hadn’t yet signed on with the Gunners when Quincy happened, didn’t even know about the whole thing until after he joined, but it was proof of what the Gunners thought of boundaries. For them, there were no boundaries to cross if there wasn’t anyone left to enforce them, and that had never sat right with MacCready. He had hoped to never come face to face with the Gunners again, but then again, he’d never been all that lucky.

“You can play the tough guy all you want,” Winlock said with a low chuckle before the humor dropped from his voice entirely, “but if we hear you’re still operating inside Gunner territory, all bets are off. You got that?”

MacCready set his jaw and didn’t even blink, “You finished?”

Winlock slowly stepped back, but kept his eyes trained on him, “Yeah, we’re finished. Come on, Barnes.”

The two men turned and began to walk out, pushing past the women still in the hallway, who both ducked their heads down to avoid looking them in the eye. After they passed, the dark haired woman quickly shooed her friend into the VIP room.

“You, uh, do whatever it is you need to do, Blue,” he heard her say. “I’ll…I’ll just hang out here for a bit.”

The blonde threw her friend a dirty look, something like why are you abandoning me? clear on her face, but the expression disappeared when she turned back around to face him. A pristine smile with straight white teeth was directed at MacCready and he knew with a mouth like that, she had to be a vault dweller. No doubts about it. The question now, was which one? He ran through the mental list of local vaults in his head; 114 was full of triggermen last he heard, 75 and 95 were clubhouses for the Gunners, and he knew that 81 sent out traders every now and then, but they usually kept their vault suits on. Not the smartest move in his book seeing as the bright blue eyesores made for easy targets. The woman before him, he could tell she wasn't that stupid.

You see, when you got to be as good a merc as MacCready was, you learned how to pick people apart real easy, how to read them before they ever opened their mouths. For example: he saw that the left sleeve of her too-big jacket was slightly bulkier than the right, hiding a PipBoy he could see the cuff of whenever her arms swayed. No armor that he could see meant that she actually was stupid, or she had a death wish, but when he caught a glimpse of a leather chest piece buried behind the crumpled collar of her jacket, he knew for sure she couldn’t be stupid. Her boots, however, were really the dead giveaway. There wasn’t a born and bred wastelander out there with boots in as good of a condition as hers. A little bit of road dirt clung to them, but a super mutant could’ve stepped on her toes for all she’d feel through the thick black leather. If the theory forming in his mind was correct, she couldn’t have been out of whatever vault he knew she came from for very long. She still had that green look to her that he’d seen on plenty of vault dwellers before.

 The wasteland would eat this woman alive , he decided as she approached. She probably had no idea what the Commonwealth was really like. Which meant she was probably looking for someone who did. Enter MacCready.

“Look, lady,” he started, “If you’re preaching about the Atom, or–”

“Preachin’ about the who?” she asked, cutting him off with a distinctly not-from-around-here drawl that nixed his theory that she was from a local vault. Before he could open his mouth again, she shook her head and waved away her own question and started speaking again. “Nevermind, not important. Daisy down at the general store pointed me towards you. You’re MacCready, right?”

He must have let it slip the last time he talked to the ghoul that he had been pinching caps. He’d have to thank her for sending business his way though, bless her fucking soul.

“That would be me,” he confirmed with a nod. “I take it you’re looking for a hired gun?”

“Yessir, I am,” she said without a hint of irony. God, was she green. “Before we get anywhere, would you mind tellin’ me the deal with those men that were in here earlier? Sounded like they were givin’ you trouble.”

“Just a couple of morons looking to climb the ladder of success by stepping on everyone else on the way up,” MacCready replied bitterly with a roll of his eyes. “Shouldn’t be surprised, though. That’s how it is when you run with the Gunners.”

A dark look crossed the woman’s face, suddenly serious as she asked, “You’re with the Gunners?”

It wasn’t the first time someone had asked him that exact same question with that exact same tone, but now that he was out, he felt compelled to reassure her. Maybe she had some sort of personal beef with them, but he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of him getting a job.

“I used to be,” he clarified quickly. “But not for very long. Stuck with them for a while ‘cause the money was good, but I never fit in. That’s why I made a clean break and started flying solo.”

“And they were threatenin’ you for it, huh,” she gathered, expression softening at his assurances. “I’ve heard the Gunners don’t like pickin’ on people their own size. Sounds like a runnin’ theme.”

“Understatement of the fu–freaking century,” he agreed, catching himself. They may have been on the same page about the Gunners, but he needed to be sure. “Now, what about you? How do I know I won’t end up with a bullet in my back?”

“Are you always this suspicious?” the woman mused, resting her weight on one leg and crossing her arms.

“Hey, you approached me,” he pointed out. “And frankly, I’m taking a huge risk being out here in the Commonwealth in the first place, so I’m not about to leave anything to chance. Which brings me back to my original question…can I trust you?”

“All I can give you is my word,” she said simply. “But from what I heard, I don’t think one of us can afford to be too choosy right now.”

Damn, how much did Daisy tell the woman? He’d really have to talk to her now.

“Do you want someone to watch your back or not?” he finally relented, and she had the gall to laugh at him. He frowned.

“What’s your price?”

“Two fifty up front. And no room for bargaining,” he tacked on. The woman smiled.

“Oh, c’mon, everything’s up for negotiation. Tell you what, MacCready,” she said before he could argue, “what about this: I’m actually lookin’ for somethin’ long term. I need someone to watch my back when I’m on the road. I can give you a hundred and fifty caps right now, and if you stick it out, I can guarantee some sorta…weekly paycheck in either caps, scraps, or ammo. What d’you say?”

MacCready’s jaw could have hit the floor. It was the best god damn offer he’d gotten in months . Still, he had to be careful. He didn’t know what kind of shit this woman got into.

“What kind of work do you do where you can guarantee that?” he asked cautiously.

“You familiar with the Minutemen?”

MacCready couldn’t hold back the snort that came out of him. There was no way this lady was with the same Minutemen that had started making a comeback in recent months, nuh-uh, no way. From the gossip he picked up in Goodneighbor, as well as the new frequency on all the radios broadcasting their return, MacCready had heard they even took back the Castle. This woman, this vault dweller , she looked way too soft to have been part of all that.

“So you are,” she replied dryly to his doubtful snort.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with the Minutemen,” he said with a dismissive chuckle. “But you don’t exactly look like the type to join their ranks.”

Now it was her turn to laugh.

“What would you do if I told you I’m their god damn General?”

MacCready balked. Surely not?

As if on cue, she pulled her jacket back just enough for him to get a look at the dinky little tin star pinned to the inside. The words Commonwealth Minutemen were hammered into it, followed by the word GENERAL in big letters.

“You. You’re the General of the Minutemen,” he deadpanned, not quite sure if he believed her. He couldn’t have misjudged her that badly. No way he was that rusty.

“I sure am,” she nodded confidently, satisfied in having pulled one over on him. “Now, if you wanna back out–”

“That’s not what I said,” he stopped her, holding up his hands. If she was really the fucking General, well, that opened up a whole new book of possibilities. Sure, he wasn’t really one for the goody-goody work the makeshift militia was known for, but shit, if she could guarantee that much pay, every week , then he might be willing to turn over a new leaf. As an added plus, if the Minutemen really were back in full force, then maybe, just maybe, that could help him keep the Gunners off his back…hopefully. Either way, if he stayed in Goodneighbor or signed on with her, he was taking a lot out on chance.

“One fifty up front and weekly pay after that?” he asked to really confirm her offer and she nodded. He took a deep breath, then let it go. He guessed he was doing this. “You drive a hard bargain, but you just bought yourself an extra gun.”

He watched as the woman–he realized he still didn’t know her damn name–seemed to relax a little, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and he had come along and taken it off of her. She smiled at him with those perfect white teeth as she pulled three jingling pouches of caps from her jacket pocket and tossed them to him.

“They should all be there, I counted ‘em myself,” she said ( did she have this planned out the entire time? he thought as he caught them). “My friend is probably waitin’ for me at the bar, so I need to get goin’, but you can meet us at the Rexford in the mornin’. We’ll need to drop her off in Diamond City, but that’ll give us a chance to resupply and for me to take care of a little business. After that, you’ll be helpin’ me make good on a favor I owe and then we’ll start hittin’ some settlements. Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan, Boss,” MacCready nodded absently, poking through the pouches to make sure she wasn’t cheating him.

“Oh, christ, I forgot to introduce myself,” she said, shaking her head before sticking her hand out to him. “My name’s Georgia Tate, but you can just call me Georgia, you don’t have to call me ‘boss’ or anything like that.”

MacCready looked up from the pouch and grimaced a little, but shook her hand anyways. As far as he was concerned, this was strictly a professional relationship, no need to get too familiar too fast.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather just call you Boss.”

The Boss shrugged, unoffended in the slightest as she said, “Well alright. I’ll see you in the mornin’? Say, six o’clock?”

“See you then.” He’d been an early bird before–the Gunners kept a tight schedule.

“Perfect,” she grinned, and left him in the VIP room as she went to find her friend. He finished counting the caps as she disappeared down the hallway. All one hundred and fifty of them tucked snugly inside, fifty in each pouch. No more, no less.

If things were finally starting to look up, he was about to have one hell of a letter to write for Duncan.

The next morning, MacCready was waiting for his new boss and her friend bright and early. He didn’t want to start off by being late and having her decide she was better off just leaving him there. This was the cleanest break he was going to catch for a while and he wanted to make sure it lasted, at least for Duncan’s sake if not his own.

“Mornin’, MacCready,” came the Boss’ drawl as she descended the stairs with the dark haired woman in tow. She had on a dusty cowboy hat when she came into view, and her glasses were hooked on the collar of her faded purple sweater. She nodded toward her friend as she said, “This is my friend Piper, though you might already know her.”

“Piper Wright, Publick Occurrences,” the woman said briskly. Even in Goodneighbor people were familiar with her paper. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I've heard of you before," Mac replied as the reporter examined him with an unimpressed expression. He'd even read the paper a few times when it made its way into Goodneighbor with the rest of Diamond City's unwanted.

“So you’re Blue’s new merc, huh?” she asked, circling him like she was inspecting him for some perceived flaws or shortcomings. It made him antsy.

“Guess I am,” he replied with a shrug, turning his neck to watch her. The Boss had her chin in her hand, watching Piper with a patient amusement. "That a problem?"

There was an edge to his voice, the one he got when Winlock and Barnes came into the VIP room. The one he got when he was tired of people underestimating him.

“You'll have to do,” Piper said finally, to which the Boss gave a snort of a laugh. “I’m almost a little sad that she's kicking me back to the curb. Glad she has someone else to watch her back, though.”

“Like you’re not dyin’ to go back home and hack away at that terminal ‘til your fingers bleed,” the Boss retorted, taking her glasses and unfolding them to sit on her face. “Now, let’s hit the road. I wanna make it to Diamond City before noon.”

The sun hadn’t yet peeked over Goodneighbor when they left. The streets of old Boston were suspiciously quiet, enough to make MacCready put his head on a swivel until they passed a building with half a dozen super mutant corpses littering its choke points.

“Still can’t believe we managed to catch these guys with their pants down,” he heard Piper mutter close to the Boss’ shoulder as the two walked in front of him. Had the two of them really taken out a gang of muties?

“Or their loin cloths,” the Boss replied, making Piper cover her mouth to keep from laughing too loud. Then, she turned to look at him over her shoulder. “The way should be clear for another day or two ‘til the next pack of mutants or ghouls or whatever move in. You can relax a bit.”

“I’ll take my chances,” MacCready replied, readjusting the grip on his rifle. He wasn’t about to be caught unawares just because the Boss was a little cocky. In his line of work, cocky got you killed.

The rest of the walk to Diamond City was aggravatingly uneventful. MacCready had been alert the entire time, looking for spots that would make a good sniper’s nest. Lots of high up vantage points in the city. It made him nervous. Unfortunately, his awareness ended up being for naught as the gates of the Commonwealth’s great green jewel finally came into view some few hours later.

They got through security without much fuss (MacCready noticed a particularly watchful guard, but that was nothing new) but it was when they entered the marketplace did people start really paying attention to them.

“Hey, it’s the lady that rescued Nicky!”

With that, a small crowd of people began to approach them, some of the guards too, reaching out to shake the Boss’ hand or thank her for apparently rescuing Diamond City’s premiere synth detective. MacCready heard someone mention Skinny Malone as he stood separately from the crowd, something about how he tucked tail and ran. The crowd eventually put Boss and Piper in the middle of it and MacCready wondered what the hell else the woman had been up to before she met him.

“Really, it wasn’t a problem,” the Boss deflected, shaking her fourth hand before pulling away and slinging an arm over Piper’s shoulder. “Couldn’t have done it without Piper here. Not a chance.”

Piper rolled her eyes, but there wasn’t any annoyance in the action. MacCready watched as the reporter leaned into the Boss’ one-armed hug.

“Aw, Blue, you know just what to say,” she laughed, then turned back towards the crowd now that she had their attention. “If you want to hear about it, look out for the next edition of the Publick–it’s gonna be a good one.”

From the edge of the crowd, MacCready spotted a young girl with a startling resemblance to Piper push her away through people, causing several of them to look down at her as she stepped on their feet or hip checked them.

“Move it, you’re all in my way–Piper!”

As soon as her face appeared between the arms of those closest to them, Piper grinned and the Boss began herding people away.

“Make sure y’all pick up that next edition of the paper now,” she reminded them as the group dispersed, then turned towards MacCready. “C’mon, got someone waitin’ on us in Piper’s house.”

He raised an eyebrow at her as she began to follow Piper and her sister into a nearby shack. Once inside, all he could smell was the distinct scent of ink and paper, but before he could even comment on it, he was suddenly on the floor with something big, soft, and a little wet on top of him. He couldn’t stop the yelp that came from him as he went down.

“Oh, god, Dogmeat, please,” he heard the Boss say, though she sounded more amused than anything. He managed to push up a little on what he realized was fur, coming nose to slobbery snout with probably the friendliest dog he’d ever seen. The dog, a proper wasteland mutt from what MacCready could tell even from his position, gave him another lick on the cheek. The Boss chastised the animal again, and when he didn’t let up, a clear, sharp whistle echoed through the shack and Dogmeat was off of his chest and sitting obediently at his owner’s side.

 The Boss looked down at him on the ground, laughing a little as she offered him her hand, and helped him up in one swift motion.

“Sorry about that,” she apologized, looking down at Dogmeat by her feet. “He gets a little excited meetin’ new people. But hey, at least he likes you.”

MacCready looked down at the dog, big brown eyes staring at him with his tail wagging a mile a minute, but he didn’t make to disobey the whistled command he’d received. He grinned a little, reaching out to scratch behind the dog’s pointed ears. It reminded him a little of the mutts that would hang around Little Lamplight; he’d always had a soft spot for them.

“Good thing I’m a dog person,” he said. “Isn’t that right, boy?”

Dogmeat gave a short bark, tail still wagging.

“Now,” the Boss started, clapping her hands once, “Piper’s gonna wanna catch up with her sister and start on her article. I’ve got to check in with Mr. Valentine, so you’re free to do whatever you want. I just need you ready bright and early tomorrow mornin’. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” he affirmed, wondering vaguely at what sort of business she had with the detective. The thought wasn’t enough however, to stop the tiny, burrowing voice in the back of his head needling him to ask why she seemed so eager to get rid of him already. He bit his tongue, feeling the new weight of caps in his pocket, and remembered he was on a job even if it hadn’t technically started yet.

“Great,” she replied, shouldering off her pack and dropping it on the couch. Dogmeat followed her and jumped up on the couch to guard it. “You can leave your stuff here if you want, Piper won’t mind.”

MacCready tensed a little, fingers tightening on the strap of his pack. “I’m good. Feel a little more comfortable keeping my stuff on me.”

The Boss shrugged, “Suit yourself. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

She gave him a grin before shouting a goodbye for Piper, who had disappeared up the stairs of the shack along with her sister, before exiting through a side door. A moment later, MacCready followed.

Back out in the marketplace, the Boss had disappeared by the time he made his way over towards Arturo’s shop. The caps were burning a hole in his pocket already, but he made a firm mental note to not go crazy. He still had to send some off to Duncan and his caretakers.

The two talked shop for a while and MacCready came away with a good price on two cases of his usual .308’s. He hated paying full price if he could help it.

The day went on rather quickly after that. He mostly stuck to the marketplace, resupplying as he saw fit. It wasn’t until dinner time did he steer himself to the Dugout Inn, weaving through the people of Diamond City until he was bellied up at the bar.

At the other end, the familiar form of Vadim Bobrov stood pouring another customer a drink. MacCready rapped his knuckles against the wood, catching the man’s attention along with a large, crooked smile. Vadim finished pouring the drink and made his way over.

“Vadim! Still killing people with your moonshine?” MacCready laughed, leaning onto the bar. It had been years since he’d been in Diamond City and had the man’s liquor.

“MacCready!” the man cried out enthusiastically. “Is good to see you, tovarisch . How is Lucy? She still as beautiful as I remember?”

A sinking feeling started in MacCready’s chest and he hated the way Vadim’s face fell as he shook his head. His fists reached down to ball up in the fabric of his duster, trying to will away memories desperate to surface. “No…she didn’t make it, Vadim.”

To his credit, Vadim knew not to press for any more details and held up his hands, “I’m sorry, mouth tends to be faster than brain. Tell you what, I give you drink on the house. For old times.”

“Thanks,” MacCready said, though the heaviness in his chest wasn’t dissipating fast enough for his liking. “You were always a real stand-up guy, Vadim. Let’s drink.”

After picking up a plate of well-done brahmin steak and a free beer, MacCready tucked himself away into a corner where he could eat in peace. Eventually, once his plate was clear and his warm beer half drank, Vadim made his way over.

“I am sorry again for earlier,” he said as he took the seat across from MacCready. He had a drink in hand, no doubt his own moonshine.

MacCready waved him off, shaking his head, “It’s fine, you didn’t know.”

Vadim nodded before quickly changing the subject. “So what brings you back to Commonwealth?”

“Work, mostly,” he answered, keeping it vague enough that he didn’t have to get into it. He didn’t feel like dragging up more unpleasant memories.

“Is good work, yes? Lots of caps to be had here.”

“You’re telling me. Started a new contract yesterday promising a whole lot of ‘em,” MacCready nodded.

“Tell Vadim who you are running with now, so he knows who to ask if you turn up dead,” the man laughed, taking a strong sip of a moonshine. “Not that I think you will go down so easy.”

MacCready’s mouth quirked at the corner. “She calls herself the General of the Minutemen, but I don’t know if I believe it. Payout’s gonna be good with her, though.”

He watched as Vadim choked on his moonshine. He coughed and MacCready hammered him on the back until he held up a hand. He cleared his throat roughly before speaking again.

“She is that friend of Piper’s, no? She has come in here before,” Vadim said, and he nodded. Then Vadim thought for a moment. “She is a pretty lady, very polite to Yefim and I. You will have no trouble with her.”

MacCready shrugged, but it was reassuring to hear about the Boss from someone he knew. Though, with the crowd that had surrounded them when they stepped into the city and the way Vadim talked her up, he realized she was more of a known quantity than he originally thought. She definitely seemed like a people person, so that probably helped.

The two men spent a little while longer chatting and catching up, but eventually someone at the bar called Vadim back over for a drink and the conversation ended there. MacCready talked to Yefim for a room and after shoving his pack safely under the bed (the Dugout was probably the only place in Diamond City he felt safe leaving his shit), he made his way back outside.

The sun had dipped further into the west, making the sky an array of faint pinks and oranges. MacCready fished for the inside pocket of his duster, pulling out a half-crushed pack of cigarettes and a rusty flip lighter from his pants pocket. He lit one up, holding it in the corner of his mouth as he walked. There were less people walking about, though some of the settlement’s younger residents were still running around playing an intense game of tag. One of them almost ran into him, shouting out some sort of apology before running off again, but it made him smile a bit as he found himself back in the marketplace.

A few of the shops were closed at that point, though Myrna’s piercing eyes were still scanning everyone who walked by and Moe Cronin was harping on about swatters to some unsuspecting trader. Then, he caught sight of a familiar form sitting at the counter of Power Noodles. An empty bowl and a Nuka-Cola bottle sat in front of the Boss, who hadn’t seemed to catch sight of him yet. She didn’t have her PipBoy on or her cowboy hat, just looked like any other person passing through Diamond City. For some reason, MacCready felt compelled to hang back and watch her as he smoked.

She didn’t go out of her way to start conversation with anyone, but smiled and sometimes even waved at anyone who looked her way. A few of them gave her odd looks in return, but some threw back equally as generous smiles. A couple sat down at the other end of the counter, leaving a seat between them and her, and MacCready watched as her ears seemed to perk up. He could tell she was eavesdropping, just a little, from the way her expressions morphed and changed. Whatever the couple was talking about must have been a bit too much for the Boss, because she ended up turning away trying to hide how wide her eyes had gone. As she did, she caught sight of him and started waving him over.

He breathed a laugh through his nose, ashing his cigarette as he walked over.

“Hey,” she said quietly as he approached. He didn’t take a seat, instead leaned his back against the counter on the other side of her, away from the couple, and nodded at her in response.

She laughed, eyes flickering to the burning cigarette hanging from his mouth, though he hadn’t said anything.

“They say smokin’ is bad for your health, y’know,” she said, pushing her glasses further up her nose. For a moment it made her look like some know-it-all nerd, but he didn’t feel any judgment coming from her.

“Well, most of life’s joys are, so,” he answered, shrugging. The Boss laughed again, pulling out her own pack of cigarettes from the inside of her jacket. It was in much better condition than his own, not dirtied and crumpled up. She accepted his lighter when he offered it, and when she lit up, a faint, minty scent began to permeate the air. They sat like that for a bit, silently smoking next to one another until MacCready finished his cigarette and tossed the butt somewhere over his shoulder. The Boss made a face at him as he did, but she didn’t chastise him.

“Did you know they stopped makin’ these two weeks before the bombs dropped?” she said instead, flicking the ash off her cigarette into the dredges of her noodles. He caught a look at the label on her pack, Grey Tortoise Menthols . He shook his head. “No idea why. It’s why they’re so rare now, though. I’ve always liked ‘em, but it was so hard to find them after I–when I started smokin’ again.”

Her stumble didn’t go unnoticed, but he didn’t call her out on it even though a tiny part of him was curious. Her personal business was her business, and his was his. No need to sour their working relationship before it even started, which reminded MacCready that he’d been wanting to ask her something.

“So, are you gonna tell me how you got to be the General?” he asked, crossing his arms.

The change of topic seemed to please the Boss, because she answered with a dazzling smile as she blew smoke over her shoulder, “Why? Still don’t believe me?”

He gave a noncommittal shake of his hand. “It’s just that you’re…”

“What?” she prompted, almost too eagerly.

“Nevermind,” he said, shaking his head, but she kept pestering him.

“No, c’mon, you already started, you can’t stop there or I’ll bug you forever,” she laughed. “I won’t get mad, promise. I just wanna know what you were gonna say.”

“Fine, jesus, lady,” MacCready relented, though his grin betrayed him. “I was just saying that you seemed a little too green to have shot up the ranks like that.”

When she laughed this time, it came out more like a snort.

“You don’t get why that’s funny, but it is,” the Boss said without any further explanation. “I know I might not look it, but I can take care of myself.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” MacCready said, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna be in for a surprise tomorrow when we go take care of the favor I mentioned,” she said, piquing his interest.

“What kind of favor is it exactly?” he asked.

“Clearin’ out some super mutants,” she replied, taking another drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke downwind of the light December breeze drifting through the marketplace. MacCready pulled the collar of his duster up, but it didn’t make much of a difference.

“Sounds easy enough,” he shrugged. “Where are they holed up?”

“Boston Public Library,” she said, eyes flicking over towards him to catch his reaction. His nose shriveled up in displeasure.

“Sounds like Daisy did more than just send you my way, she got you to agree to that crazy as–crazy job,” he said, shaking his head. The ghoul had tried talking him into it a couple times, but he was just one man and snipers weren’t so useful in enclosed spaces. He took care in reminding the Boss of that fact.

“I’ll do it because your caps are good, but I don’t know how useful I’ll be,” he said. “Can’t exactly snipe from behind a bookcase.”

“Oh, don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of room for you to shoot,” the Boss reassured him. “Place is full of high ceilings and long rooms for the most part. There’s even a courtyard.”

His brow furrowed. “How do you know? Been in there already?”

“A long time ago, yeah,” she replied quickly, “before the super mutants. Anyways, I’ll think we’ll do just fine, because guess what?”

“What?”

“It’s full of protectrons,” she said giddily. “And I think I can get ‘em on our side. It’ll make clearin’ out the mutants a piece of cake.”

The Boss seemed confident in what she said, enough so that it made MacCready a little more confident in turn. With the robots, they’d possibly stand a chance.

“Just to be on the safe side, though, do you have anything else besides your rifle?” she asked. He shook his head.

“Never really needed anything else. Long range is more my style,” he said.

“Hmm,” she mused, getting a look like she was thinking over something in her mind. Then, her hand flew to her hip. “You can borrow my ten mil, just in case. I had help moddin’ it out to do a little more damage, so it should be alright in a pinch.”

“You won’t need it or anything?” he asked, just to be sure. If she was willing to hand it off to him without much consideration, he wasn’t about to say no.

She shook her head, unstrapping the pistol. “I’ve got a huntin’ rifle. Has a shorter barrel that makes it good for mid-range, and up close it doesn’t feel as clumsy as your sniper rifle would. I try not to let them get too close, though.”

“Sounds like you have it all planned out then,” MacCready said, almost amused as she handed him the gun. He tucked it into his waistband; he’d put it in his pack later.

The Boss fawned a little under his words, throwing him a cheeky smile as she said, “What can I say, I like plannin’. Everything usually turns out alright when you put in a little bit of forethought.”

Conversation started to peter out after that, and as the rest of the marketplace began to close, save for Myrna swapping out Percy for the night shift, MacCready could feel the subtle ache in his bones telling him he was starting to get tired. Tonight, hidden (mostly) safe inside the walls of the great green jewel, he could afford to listen to it. The Boss watched him fight off a yawn, causing her to hide her own.

“Well, better turn in,” she said. “You have somewhere to stay, right?”

“Yeah, got a room at the Dugout,” he nodded. She smiled.

“Good, good. Vadim’s a good guy,” she said, standing up from her stool and stretching. “I’m stayin’ with Piper and her sister, so we can meet outside there tomorrow. Bright and early, same as yesterday.”

“Bright and early, Boss,” he echoed, pushing up from the counter. He saw the corner of her mouth shift as the title left his mouth before they walked out of the marketplace, splitting up when they got near the Super Salon. The Boss gave MacCready one last wave and he nodded back, then watched as she disappeared into Publick Occurrences.

Back in the Dugout, he slept the best he ever had since he got into the Commonwealth. Things were starting to look up.

#fallout #fallout fic #fallout 4 #fo4 #fic: best laid plans #ok hopefully it posts normally now

[ginger-grimm]

Hello everyone, it's late and I should be sleeping, but this shit is keeping me up. I don't think I need to do much introducing to my woes, we all know who it's about. So buckle up, bitches (affectionate), cause I have got to say my piece otherwise I may explode.

I was encouraged by @come-along-pond to make my own post on this after her post, detailing her anger on being used.

Even though this is going to sound like a bad Criminal Minds episode, I would like to establish a timeline real quick for people who may be confused still:

Saturday noon I received this ask by an anon, informing me that randomestfandoms and ocfanhub are the same person, I replied in a jokey manner because several people have been accused of being the same person in the past and I thought it was just another ridiculous claim - boy, was I wrong

Maybe half an hour later I saw a vague post by @waterloou on my dash, so like any normal person I went to their PMs and asked for the tea, they told me Maddie has been accused of stealing another OC and I have to admit, shamefully, I was still somewhat giving them the benefit of the doubt because I considered them a good friend and I couldn't fathom why they would do this - admittedly, I was scared of letting a friend go

Then my ask post was reblogged by @anna-phora with some scawlding hot commentary, which left me wondering if I should just delete the post and if I have stepped into something that wasn't for me to joke about

I was assured by Lou, Vannah, and then Dina that Anna wasn't talking to me personally and Dina offered to clue me in on what was happening

When she did I was schocked to my core to be honest, how could anyone do this?

The evidence was now stacking up and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I believe my friends and I find it simply reprehensible to steal, manipulate, and straight up lie to others

I blocked all of Maddie/Veronica's accounts because the way they lied to people is just not okay and I do not want to associate with a person like that any longer

And yet, it did hurt me to have to do this. Don’t get me wrong, Maddie is in the wrong, plain and simple. They stole, lied, manipulated, cheated the system.

I didn't want to believe that someone who wrote such kind messages at this to me:

Could be someone who deeply and profoundly hurt others with their actions. I still can't believe it, to be honest and it makes me quite sad to see a genuinely talented creator take such a wrong path.

I wasn’t stolen from, not to my knowledge, but I would like to mention that I also feel betrayed. Again, I have already stated that I don't mind making an extra gif for someone when they ask me, I love to meet others OCs even if I'm not in the fandom. What I can't stand is being lied to just so the person can gain some extra gifts under false pretenses.

I think what spurred this post into action was this particular ask from "Veronica"

Now, I've had crossovers with Maddie from Teen Wolf all the way to Riverdale, so this ask is genuinely making me shiver considering they're the same person.

Like, what was the reason for this? My spring giveaway isn't particularly crossover related, and you even made several crossover requests for the ones we had on your Maddie account. Again, making multiple requests with your accounts, which you have done since my first giveaway in 2019.

I made gifts for your for stolen OCs. Do you even understand how icky that feels after all the support I've shown you the past year? I thought you were a friend and here you were lying to me and abusing my trust in the people of this community to what? Score some extra gifts? Play pretend?

I will admit I'm a fucking idiot for not seeing through this rouse sooner. I quite literally thought to myself how similar these two edits looked and chalked it up to you "two" taking inspiration off "each other"

From "Veronica" to me

From Maddie to me

I'll let you guess who made what - surprise! It's the same person.

I don't even know what kind of conclusion to draw from all of this. I honestly just wanted to post this so that I can move on and go back to creating for OCs who are my own and creating stuff for people who did not lie to me and use me.

I know Maddie won't see this because I blocked them, but I genuinely do hope that they take a break and seek help for whatever mental issues they may be experiencing (I say this in the least catty way, this behavior is actually concerning).

I'm glad people are speaking up and I once again apologize for letting my friendship with this person blind me to the point where I ignored people's complaints at first. I will try my hardest to do better in the future. I love you all and wish everyone a gentle rest of your day/night.

#anna says things sometimes #it's 4am and i have a bio test today #which i will fail i already know it #fuck i can't sleep #idk if it's this whole thing that's keeping me up but i assume so