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the-jarvy-party · 1 year

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VALENTINES WITH THE 141

you and the 141 handing out valentines during a party

i also added könig, and i accidentally made a subtle romance between you and soap i couldn’t help it i love this man

lowercase intended | warnings: cursing, alcohol

wc : 1305 (masterlist)

“look!” soap pulls one out of his shoebox. “it says ‘i’m hoppy you’re mine’ and there’s a little bunny rabbit!” he smiles and i slowly nod.

“wow, johnny, that one is clever.” i went to the pocket in my vest, pulling out a pink card. “there’s glitter so be careful.”

he slowly takes the card before reading it, glitter sprinkles on his navy shirt but he didn’t mind it. i made cards for all of my squad mates, i just made his a little bit more special.

gaz walks in with a walmart shopping bag and freezes in the doorway when he saw people handing out valentines - except ghost because he already handed his out.

“uhh… you guys were serious?” he nervously chuckles and we all look at him. “because i just went with lollies…” he slams the bag on the table, making a big boom.

“how many did you get?” i walk over, johnny following behind me.

“uh, well, my sister bought like 100 for something… gave me extras.” gaz mumbles towards the end and let’s everyone take one.

könig goes up to take one, everyone slowly moves away except ghost and i.

“want me to get you one?” i look up at him and he tilts his head.

“he doesn’t speak english, genius.” ghost grumbles and sits back down in his depression corner.

i still hold one out and he takes it, his eyes smile for me.

“okay, everyone,” price clears his throat. “you may pass out your valentines. but if we have what happened last year we’re stopping.”

last year, rudy didn’t pre-read the valentines he bought. they were all sexual, and alejandro got the worst one, it was hilarious.

i go passing out the cards i made for everyone, each person got the generic card. just different things written inside, since i got to know all of them in different ways.

“ghost.” i hold out a hot pink card that had glitter practically falling off of the card.

“what kind of fucking war crime is this?” he takes it. “it’s nice, though. thank you.” he avoids eye contact.

“of course, also,” i put my hands up to show the glitter that is probably permanently stuck to each crevasse of my hand. “i have to endure this for your entertainment.”

i go to hand a card to könig, since he was in the corner to the left of ghost. i tried my best to translate it into german so he could read it - i wasn’t sure if it was 100% accurate.

“i tried to translate it, i don’t know if it’s right.” i clasp my hands together, anxious for his answer. he and ghost had masks covering their faces, so telling what they were feeling was hard. it was even harder when they didn’t talk, or… when we had a language barrier.

“danke.” he looks down at me as he closes the card. his voice sounded sweet and quiet, i could barely hear him over the (extremely loud, obnoxiously loud) laughter of johnny and gaz.

“you’re welcome.” i smile and go hand out the remainder of the cards.

“johnny boy!” alejandro yells from the kitchen area that was in the break room, “come help me with this.”

“is that alcoh- john is that alcohol it’s 3 in the afternoon.” i grab his arm and he stops in his tracks and reels into my touch.

“yes… but i’m not drinking. don’t worry, sugar.” he smiles and gaz starts to make kissing noises. “shut the fuck up, kyle.”

“sir yes sir.” he salutes and i hold back a laugh.

after everyone handed out their valentines, the real ‘party’ began. i don’t know how you can get absolutely wasted midday, but the boys definitely did just that. except for the two intimidating giants in the corner of the room.

i got a letter from johnny that he gently set in my hands before he went to go help alejandro with the bottles of alcohol in the freezer. i put it in my pocket so i could read it later.

gaz goes to get up on the table, but price grabs him. “wait! n- no!”

“i need to make a standing *hiccup* ovation.” he shakes price off of his leg and stumbles on the table. “we need music.” he screams and they all yell in agreement. “SPARKY!”

i started a fire one time and that’s immediately my name.

“no.” i wasn’t too keen on getting in trouble in this current moment, i was trying to go home by 11.

johnny leans onto me, “i’ll play it! sugar, phone.” he makes grabby hands for my phone and i reluctantly hand it over to him.

alejandro and rudy start cheering on gaz and johnny as they start drunkly dance, flipping over the break room table and scaring the ever-living shit out of könig.

i go to the fridge and grab myself a drink. i close it and see price. “literally everyone here except for emperor palpatine and könig are wasted.” i pop open the beer and throw the cap in the trash.

“i’m actually not wast- w- wa- wasted.” price starts to slur his words.

“you’re pretty damn close.” i sarcastically smile and go over to sit next to ghost on the ground. könig was on the other side of him.

“it reeks of alcohol in here.” he crosses his arms and slouches in the chair.

“you’re like a child.” i take a sip of my beer and offer it to him. “want some?”

“that shit is for amateurs.”

“mhm,” i set my head on the wall behind me. “this sucks dick.”

“those jerks are having a good time, just get borderline blackout drunk.” ghost starts to mess with the ipad in his lap. “what the fuck is a passcode?”

i hear them start arguing on what song to play next, “no! we’re doing get low-“

“it’s probably some gay ass scottish song, we’re playing rihanna.” gaz intervenes.

“it’s not some gay ass scottish song it’s a staple party song.” it played on the speaker anyways and johnny starts to dance with price.

“sugar is a beast with this song! aren’t ya!” johnny calls me out and my eyes go wide, ghost looking down at me and starts to laugh. “cmon!”

“no! i’m not, johnny i will actually kill you.” i yell back and alejandro starts jumping around. rudy cheering him on from where gaz was.

johnny comes up to me and pulls me up, “pleaseeee?”

i click my tongue and look around the room, “fine. one condition.” i put my pointer finger on his nose. “you need to let me drive home.”

i hear live in this club come on, price and gaz start screaming at the top of their lungs. “THIS IS MY SONG, CMON SPARKY YOU GOTTA DANCE!” gaz yells to me, i go and dance with them.

it felt like eternity until they all passed out, except for the three of us that didn’t drink.

“so, uh…” i point my foot towards johnny, who was asleep. “how do i get him into my car?” i wasn’t short, i wasn’t super tall either. carrying (more like dragging) johnny was gonna be work.

“i’ll help.” ghost sets his ipad down on the chair. “still can’t figure out the damn passcode.”

“oh, heyy sugar.” johnny wakes up as i try to pick him up.

“hey, johnny.” i smile. “can you stand up for me?”

“anything for you.” he boops my nose and i help him get up.

“yeah, never do that again.” i whisper to him. ghost and i help him get into my passenger seat, after he threw up in the parking lot.

“remember, break ends next thursday.” ghost buckles in johnny and hands me a piece of paper, walking away back into the building.

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#macs multi fandom tag #cod mw22 #könig #simon ghost riley #john ‘soap’ mactavish #john price #kyle ‘gaz’ garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #cod mwii #mwii #cod modern warfare #call of duty

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Secrets // D.M.

Request: CONGRATS BOO!!! Could I get a Secret relationship with Fluff 4 for Draco Malfoy pretty please at Hogwarts??? Also I was wondering if it could be with a Hufflepuff reader? (I love Hufflepuff x Slytherin pairings) THANKS AGAIN FOR DOING THIS BOO AND CONGRATS 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 - @herstory-study

Fluff 4: “Is that my shirt?”

A/N: The first of my blurb celebrations!! Thank you, lovely!! I hope you enjoy!! It could be argued that I got carried away but there’s a large chance I could end up writing full fics for each request 😂 Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader

Warnings: secret relationships, some kissing, some feelings, a whole lotta fluff, a cheesy ending and an abuse of commas and semi-colons

Word count: 2.7k

There were some aspects to History of Magic that could be classed as interesting; the witch-hunts of Salem, for example or even the brief study dedicated to the founders of the very school you sit in. However, there was nothing remotely interesting about hearing the tale of the Goblin wars for the sixth year in a row.

You tap the feather of your quill to your cheek; jotting down a sentence every now and then to make it look as if you are paying the strictest attention to whatever Professor Binns happens to be mumbling about in that particular moment. You fade in and out of daydreams; letting your mind wander back to two nights ago when Draco had snuck you back into the Hufflepuff common room – stopping every few so often to draw you into another laughter-filled kiss.

You startle when a piece of parchment falls onto your desk. Folded like a paper crane, you only knew who this could be from. A sly glance over the blonde-haired teenager who’s attention is most definitely on the pacing of Binn’s ghost confirms your suspicions.

You delicately unfold the piece of parchment; smiling to yourself as begin to read Draco’s elegant scrawl: “Meet me at the Room of Requirement? 7:30pm?”

Anticipation curls in your gut like a ball.

A brief glance is all it takes for you to confirm. A brief glance in your direction from Draco; a subtle nod from you and your plans for the evening have been wiped clear and replaced entirely with Draco.

The bell rings. You stand, gathering your things together and placing them in your bag. A slight brush to your side is the only contact with the Slytherin you’ve found yourself head over heels for. A slight brush to your side and it feels like every inch of you is on fire; a reaction that only Draco has the power to elicit from you.

The day passes by slowly now that you have something to look forward to. A day where short moments are stolen behind tapestries or on less traversed corridors. Five minutes each time between lessons where you can quickly whisper a hello before dragging him into a kiss by his green striped tie.

Keeping your relationship a secret was a mutual decision; the fallout on both sides being something neither of you could be bothered to deal with right now. Instead, you were happier hiding in empty classrooms where you could have your fill of the Slytherin Prince, and he could whisper sweet nothings in your ear without the risk of anyone overhearing.

There were times when it was stressful; when the week had been too long and there had been no time to see one another. It was only then that you questioned the secrecy of your relationship.

But when you came together after a long period apart; everything returned back to normal and a smile found its way back to both your faces.

Your excitement for the evening makes it almost impossible to eat; picking at the food on your plate as you think about finally seeing Draco tonight. From your position at the Hufflepuff table, you have an excellent view of him, and he knows it. All evening, Draco sends you subtle winks and smiles from his seat at the Slytherin table.

You clench your fist; your fingernails biting into the sensitive skin of your palm as you resist the urge to throw yourself across both tables to him. You resist the urge to simply kiss him in front of his housemates.

You resist it all; every single feeling and urge because you know that in a matter of hours, he would be yours for the entire night.

Instead, you send a flirty smile back to the blonde-haired teenager before returning your attention back to your meal.

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The Room of Requirement is located on left hand corridor of the Seventh Floor. You knew from how he rushed out of the Great Hall that Draco would beat you to it.

With a large grin on your face, you walk past the section of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy three times. The entire time, thinking of Draco and how you’d like to see him.

On your third walk past, the large, ornate door appears. You don’t hesitate to pull it open and duck inside.

It’s never a different layout; always the same one that Draco imagines. A large, almost cavernous room with a grand fireplace that’s already lit and warming up the room. In front of the fire sits a couch big enough for an entire Quidditch squad but you know from experience that it’s perfect for the two of you to lie down on comfortably. A great bookshelf covers one of the walls; filled to the brim with ancient looking tomes and books, all there ready to read. You’ve taken advantage of such an offer in the past; reading to Draco after a particularly bad day.

Finally, pushed up against the furthest wall is a four poster bed covered in a thick, downy quilt and topped with blankets – both green and yellow to represent both houses. It was the cheesiest section of the room, and you had brought it up to Draco before – teasing him, but he simply shrugged and distracted you from further conversation.

You throw your outer robes on the bed, leaving you in your blouse, tie and skirt.

Draco remains seated on the large couch; his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the growing fire. Your arms snake their way around his shoulders; your hands trailing down his chest as you lean against the back of the couch. Pressing a small kiss just under his earlobe, you whisper, “I missed you today.”

Draco leans his head back, kissing the side of your jaw, “I missed you too.”

Letting go of him, you take a seat on the couch. In times like this, you never stray too far from the blonde-haired teenager, worried about how long it’ll be until you have a night like this again. An arm opens for you; you automatically press yourself into his side, inhaling the familiar scent of cashmere musk and roses. It was heavenly.

“How was your day?” He asks, voice quiet.

“It was boring until a note landed on my desk. Then it started to look up.”

Draco smirks, “How odd. Mine was taking the exact same route until someone responded to my note.”

You shift out of his hold; resting your head on your elbow that’s perched on the back of the couch. Your other hand pushes his hair back; pulling it out his eyes. He’s grown it longer over this year and stopped using so much product; it’s nice, more natural and a lot easier for you to run your hands through.

You open your mouth; trying to think of something to say but nothing comes to mind.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Draco captures your lips in his. One of his hands settling on the back of your head whilst the other pulls you across his lap to straddle him. You smile into the kiss as your hands brace themselves on the back of the couch.

Breaking the kiss, you ask, “What was that for?”

He shrugs, “Nothing. I just missed you.”

“You’re missing me an awful lot.”

He kisses the underside of your jaw, “Can you blame me?”

You hum, “I don’t think I can. I’m missing you more too.”

“Then let’s not miss each other anymore,” Draco murmurs against your skin. Lifting his head just enough, he draws you in for another kiss effectively ending all conversation for the night.

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You wake up tangled in the sheets of the four poster bed; Draco’s arm heavy across your waist.

As your eyes get used to the brightness of the room, they focus in on the clock on the beside table. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the time.

You’d slept through the lesson of the day already.

You launch yourself out of bed, shrugging off your pyjamas and rustling around to find your uniform.

“Draco!” You shout, pushing your arms through a shirt, “We need to get up, we’ve missed the first hour.”

Draco rolls over, groaning. Fastening your skirt, you kneel on the bed, “Love, we have to get up before the bell.”

He blinks his eyes open, grinning sleepily at you. Your resolve almost breaks then and there; happy to say to hell with it and get back into bed with him.

“I’m free second lesson,” Draco mutters.

You roll your eyes, kissing his lips briefly, “I’ll see you later?”

He nods, stretching his arms above his head, “I’ll see you later.”

Grabbing your outer robes and your bag, you rush from the Room of Requirement, fastening your tie as you bound down the stairs to Transfiguration.

“Where have you been?” is how you’re greeted by Miriam, your close friend and dorm mate.

You shrug, biting your lip knowing that there was no way you could lie yourself out of this.

Miriam narrows her eyes at you, “You never came back to the room after dinner and then you didn’t show up at breakfast. I was seriously worried. Where did you go?”

You look either side of you; checking that there’s no-one listening to your conversation, “Can you keep a secret?”

Miriam rolls her eyes, “Of course I can.”

“I was with Draco Malfoy,” You rush out in a single breath.

Miriam’s eyes widen and she pulls you to one side, “You were with Draco Malfoy? All night?”

You nod your head. Miriam puffs out a breath, “Well I didn’t expect that. How long have you been seeing each other? Tell me everything please!”

You laugh, “It’s almost ten months now, and I’ll tell you more at lunch, I promise.”

Miriam bites her bottom lip; glancing between you and the now open door to Transfiguration, deliberating whether it would be worth skiving the entire day to hear about your exploits with the Slytherin Prince.

She sighs heavily, deciding not to risk McGonagall’s wrath, “I want to hear everything at lunch – do not leave anything out, promise.”

Laughing once more, you cross your finger over your heart, “I promise.”

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Until lunch, Miriam sends you excited glances and knowing smiles. In between second and third period, she comments on the fact that she didn’t even think that you were seeing someone – not to insult you, but she just assumed that you holed yourself up in the library where you studied as late as you could.

Miriam practically bounces up to you when the bell rings announcing lunch. She keeps her questions to herself until you both take a seat at the Hufflepuff table, filling plates up with whatever took your fancy.

“So how did it start?”

You take a sip of pumpkin juice before beginning, “Over last summer, my family got invited to one of the many balls thrown by his parents. I don’t usually go to those things, but my parents asked me to join them this one time; I think they were worried because I’d spent too much time in the garden studying the plants. So I went with them and Draco’s father asked him to ask me to dance and it all stemmed from there.

“He sent me a letter the day after thanking me for an entertaining evening and wondered whether I would want to meet up again. I agreed and then from there it evolved into this.”

Miriam’s smile drops into a frown when she asks her next question, “Why keep it a secret? Was it his decision?”

You shake your head fiercely, “It was both ours. We were both equally as worried about the fallout from our families and our houses.”

“But surely if Lucius Malfoy asked Draco to dance with you, he wouldn’t mind?”

You tilt your head, thinking, “Perhaps not. He wouldn’t mind the blood status, but he might mind my being a Hufflepuff,” You shrug, “Anyway we haven’t gone public yet.”

“Ten months is a long time to keep this a secret.”

“It’s not like it hasn’t been hard and that there haven’t been times where I wanted to shout it to the entire wizarding world, but for now, it’s a secret.”

Miriam nods; the frown still expressed on her face. She reaches out her hand to yours, taking it tightly, “You’ve told me now though so that’s a shoulder to lean on should it get too much again.”

You beam at your friend, “Thank Merlin for you, Miriam.”

Miriam goes to reply but she’s distracted by someone approaching the Hufflepuff table. She lets go of your hand and nods her head to something behind you.

Turning in your seat, you find Draco patiently waiting. You smile at him, “Draco, how can I help?”

“I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute… about our last History of Magic lesson? You see, I didn’t take any notes and I was wondering if you had some.”

You smirk, “Why don’t we go outside? That way I’m not cluttering up the table for the others that are still eating.”

Draco grins, nodding at you understandingly, “Wonderful idea. Lead the way.”

Hoisting your bag on your shoulder, you send a wink in Miriam’s direction. She returns one with a laugh before beginning to eat once again.

Draco follows you from the Great Hall and to a less busy corridor. You lean against the wall with a smirk, “Now did you really want my notes, or did you already miss me?”

“More the latter than the former,” Draco admits with a small smile. He frowns though as he takes in your uniform, his eyes running up and down, “Is that my shirt?”

You look down at your clothing, only now realising that the shirt you had put on in a hurry this morning was indeed Draco’s. The arms being too long that you had to roll them twice before you could even start writing something.

You giggle, “I think it is.”

“I only wondered when I had to walk back to my common room shirtless.”

“No!” You shout, delighted at the thought of Draco running shirtless through the corridors.

Draco laughs, nodding, “I had my outer robes of course, but there was very little underneath.”

You clap your hands in sheer delight, “I’d give you back your shirt, but I’ve become awfully fond of it, you see.”

“Oh you have?”

Nodding, you say, “I have. It smells a lot like you which is great for when I miss you.”

Draco groans, throwing his head back, “If we weren’t in public, I’d be kissing you senseless right now. I didn’t realise how good you would look in my shirt.”

“Why don’t you?” You challenge.

Draco’s mouth drops open, “What?”

“Kiss me senseless.”

“Are you sure? We’ve kept this secret for so long,” Draco comments, a finger pointing between your two bodies.

You shuffle closer to him, “I’m sure. Ten months is long enough to keep you a secret, I’m happy to tell everyone now.”

Draco wraps you in his arms, not hesitating to kiss you. You gave yourself entirely to the kiss; pushing yourself off the wall and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your heart skips a beat when one of Draco’s hands starts to draw aimless patterns on the small of your back, sending heat rushing through your body. You sigh against his mouth before pulling away; repressing the urge to continue as the need for oxygen has become too great.

He presses one last gentle peck to your lips before grinning widely, “Are you really sure you want to go public?”

“Super sure. So sure in fact I’d make out with you again to prove my point.”

Draco raises an eyebrow, “Tempting but I say we go back to lunch. I think your friend had more questions.”

You grin at the thought of Miriam’s reaction to see you walking with Draco, “It sounds too good to pass up,” You hold your hand out to Draco, “Lead the way.”

It was all worth it when Miriam’s reaction to seeing you sit back down at the Hufflepuff table with Draco in tow was to spit out her pumpkin juice.

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bimsha · 3 years

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All of Our Stars (Sano Manjiro x Reader)

"You're on the other side

As the skyline splits in two

Miles away from seeing you"

Song - All of Our Stars by Ed Sheeran

“And you all have to read the next pages…” The voice of your teacher droned in the background as he repeated the homework for which it felt like the trillionth time after starting the period. Your eyes wandered aimlessly along the Sakura trees which were bare against the melancholic nature surrounding them. Winter break was close at hand, nature was getting ready to welcome the coldness.

You collected your things as the bell rang snapping you off from your daydream. Students rushed out of the classroom, grateful that another exhausting school day was over. Everyone was getting ready for the upcoming exams which were close at hand. You didn’t care much about them. You’re a third year middle school student and everyone in the class was already choosing high schools while you knew you wouldn’t be able to choose yourself. It’s already chosen. You’re moving with your parents to America next year. Your mind was occupied with different thoughts as you took the stairs, finding your way through the crowd of students heading home.

Your eyes wandered to the gate when you noticed him standing there as usual, but he was in his casual attire, not the school uniform. “Skipped school today?” You asked, walking to Mikey. It had been a whole year since you two started dating. It was almost as if when you two are together, time accelerates. You could recall every precious memory like a vivid polaroid. Your first Christmas together, the games at the arcade, and the things you went through when the world of delinquents suddenly crashed into your safe bubble of love. It was beautiful. Every scar, every memory was beautiful.

He stood up straight, no welcoming smile. “You didn’t tell me, Y/n, Why?”

Your smile faded, he knew. You averted your gaze to the ground, absentmindedly poking the sole of your shoe against the ground. “I found out a couple of days ago. It was a sudden decision” You sighed, “So they say”

Mikey stared at you for a moment, “Y/n, what do you want to do?”

You shook your head. That was the question you had in your mind for days. What do you want to do? You didn’t have any idea whether long distance relationships actually worked. Sure, you could visit when it’s a holiday but what about the rest of the days? “C’mon” Mikey took your wrist, guiding you out of the school. You two walked in silence as he slipped his hand to yours, entangling your fingers. A small sign of reassurance. Mikey was good at subtle affectionate gestures. That’s how he loved you, subtle, but affectionate.

“Y/n” He rubbed his thumb across your skin, his eyes looking at the fallen leaves making a thick carpet of red and orange under your feet. “I don’t want to end this”

You smiled, it was obvious, neither did you. “Same here.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment. “We could try long distance.”

“I know…” Your voice trailed off, “But Mikey, what if you-” You stopped, the question was obvious. What if you find someone else? Someone better? You shook your head, “I don’t know”

Mikey tipped his head backwards, looking at the blue sky, heavily covered with clouds. It would be a matter of weeks till snow starts to cover the streets. “I had the same thoughts.” He admitted, turning to you. Both of your fears were valid. Human hearts are fragile and needy. You didn’t know what the future held. “But” He started, “Then I thought of something else. Come, there’s something I have to show you.”

Suddenly, both of you were running across the streets, passing people who were busy with their phones and groceries. Cold wind brushed against your cheeks as you two dashed past annoyed people groaning about youngsters'' manners these days. You didn’t even know the destination until you both stopped in front of a wall filled with graffiti. You knew the place well. Mikey and you came here for your first date. Your eyes instantly reached the bottom corner where Mikey’s messy handwriting was. Written in black ink, contrasting against the patch of white was just one line:

“All of these stars will guide us home”

It was an inside joke between you two. A comfort song of sorts. “Remember here?” Mikey crouched down, his hands softly running over the words. Just underneath his messy writing was your own neat handwriting.

For you and me, and for a future with us together.

Just the first date, but both of you had high hopes for each other. It was rather naive to hope for a future when it had been mere days with you two together. It was precious nonetheless. “You screamed at me that day. Called me out on vandalizing the walls.” He smiled, reaching out a hand to you. You took it and sat down beside him, leaning against the wall, icy cold but holding a vague sense of comfort. This was the first place you two planted an icon of your love together.

“Then five minutes later, I was vandalizing the wall myself” You finished. “You’re such a bad influence, Mikey”

Mikey raised his brow, “I think you’re the bad influence, Y/n. I didn’t beat the crap out of guys with only my shoes.”

You huffed, offended. “First, they were trying to harass me. Second, my heels were the only good weapon I had in my hand. Third, those guys were crap at fighting.”

Mikey shook his head with a laugh, “When I came to the scene, it was all over. I wanted to play the knight who saved the princess, but you didn’t let me.”

You nudged his ribs, “You played the knight several times, Mikey.”

He turned to you. You breath catching against your throat as he reaches for your hair, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You could feel his breath against your cheek as he held you in his arms, clutching to you as if you were his lifeline. You didn’t blame him. He lost so many people in his life, you knew how much he loved the people around him. Toman wasn’t his treasure. The people in the gang were his treasure. “Where to, next?” You asked, your voice muffled against his black jacket.

He pushed away, “To a certain street sweet shop”

Ah right, you thought as he started walking towards the busy streets of Shibuya. Both of you looked around, taking in the busy lifestyles around you. There was that feeling again, you were detached from the world when you’re with him. It was just him and you, and your hands brushing together as you walked by. You’re going to miss this. You stopped in front of the shop. The pleasant aroma of different types of street food caught your nose. Your mouth waters at the smell. This was the best shop.

Taiyaki sizzled loudly on pains, turning into a golden colour. Mikey’s eyes were firmly planted on them as he ordered two fish shaped cakes, handing one to you. “I will never get sick of this” He spoke through a mouthful of his own.

You kicked his shin playfully, biting into your own. The soft cake melts inside your mouth. “Of course you aren't going to. You stole mine one day!”

Ironically, it wouldn’t be wrong if someone said Taiyaki brought you two together. You two met at this shop. He with his delinquent friends crowded around him, you with your school squad with you. It was a summer evening and there was only one Taiyaki left. You ordered first, but he being the spoiled brat, took it from the man, dropped some coins and dashed out of the shop. You would’ve let it go, but it was your Taiyaki. You dashed after him, ignoring the cries of your friends and the grins of his friends. You chased him down to the river bank where he stood, chomping down on the Taiyaki like a madman.

“I took it first and I paid for it.” He countered, snapping off your thoughts. “I own it, Y/n. I’m no stealer”

“No” You find yourself childishly arguing back, “I ordered it first. You stole it.”

“It’s not stealing when you pay for it.”

“And how are you coming to that conclusion?” You chomped down on your own Taiyaki furiously, getting drowned in crumbs as the crispy sweet crunched at your harsh actions.

“It’s a thing because I say so” Mikey grinned with satisfaction at his argument.

You frowned but kept chewing harshly, as if to offend him. It was a thing with Mikey, you can be childish and at the next moment you could act like mature adults. “You look like you want to bite my face off” He commented, finishing off his and dropping the paper slip into the trash bin.

“I’m afraid I would '' You countered, imitating his actions and looking dusting your hands. The crumbs fell to the floor.

“You’re a messy eater, Y/n” He said, reaching his hands and wiping the corner of your cheek, your eyes lingering against each other for a second longer. “Usually I’m the messy one. Good to have a change of roles” He dropped a kiss on your hair, nuzzling his nose on your head.

“You lovebirds are blocking the door!" the shop owner yelled. But the smile on his face was inevitable. They were regulars at his shop and he had seen both of them grow into lovers from rivals to friends.

“Sorry!” Mikey called out with a slight wave as they both exited the shop. It was like a walk down memory lane. From one thing to another. Shibuya was your love story. Everywhere were scattered memories of your love. “Remember that bench?” Mikey said, gesturing towards a metal bench under a bare Sakura tree.

“We shared my lunch together under that tree” You said, tilting your head as a slight flush reached your cheeks.

Mikey grinned, “You accidentally came to school on a Saturday.”

“Shut it” You huffed, marching to the opposite lane. You knew where you would end up if you just continued to walk. It was another place you made memories. The place you made most of your memories. Mikey skipped a few steps before reaching you.

The river bank was colder than you expected it to be. The wind rushed through your hair as you breathed in the cold air around you. Mikey sat down, patting the grass beside him for you to sit. You slid to the ground and drew your knees to your chest, looking out at the water, overlapping with waves in a soundless muttering. This is where you two came when you needed to talk. The time didn’t matter. You two had midnight talks with each other spilling the insecurities. Somedays, it was just to stay in silence. Nevertheless, this was your happy place. It was the same from all the dangers or reality. A place lost in time.

“Shibuya is going to be a nightmare after you leave” Mikey was laying on the grass, a hand dropped behind his head as he stared into nothingness. “Everywhere I go, it’s memories of you and me. Tiny specks of moments we shared.”

You hummed, “America is going to be even lonelier. No memories. Everything is going to be new and foriegn. Even the people. I’m kinda scared, maybe even terrified, Mikey”

He turned your head and stared at you, “I don’t want to break up, Y/n.”

It was getting dark, you noticed. The sun had already set through the horizons. The stars, one by one came into view, sliding away the darkness with a speck of comfort. The lamp posts on the streets glowed in a healthy yellow breaking through the black night. “Even if we’re going to be away, we’ll be staring at the same sky, watching the same stars each night.” You were talking nonsense, but you did not want to stop. “Mikey, let’s try. I don’t want to let you go either.”

His lips quirked upwards into a soft smile, “Yeah, we should try. You can always come home to me, Y/n. If things get tough out there, you always have a place right here” He said, tapping his finger against his heart. “Don’t be scared. Just be the badass girl you are, they’re going to be terrified”

You let out a surprised laugh, “Terrified enough to send me back home?”

He shrugged, “Worth a try” There was that, his childish tone you adore. You loved him for the man he is. The childish yet mature person. The one you can confide all your secrets to. The one who holds out his hand for you when things get tough. There was no way to let go. You were committed, both of you were. That was love for you. He sat down and turned to you. His dark eyes are watching you intently. “Call me?”

“Every night, I promise” You assured, taking his hands. “Wait for me, Mikey. I’ll be back. If you can wait-”

“I will wait.” He said, cutting you off. He drew closer to you, “There’s always a home with me for you. I promise”

You closed your eyes as you felt tears threatening against them. Love was a series of promises and words. It could be the simple moment you shared with him tonight under a sky filled with stars. For you, love was him and him alone. “I love you” your whispered words were carried by the wind into the night.

“I love you too, Y/n” He said, connecting your lips. Your lips danced together as he pulled you close. The world didn’t matter. His warm hold, cocooning you in mattered more. Your arms held him tightly, lips exploring each other’s warmth and comfort. When you pushed away he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss you, Y/n”

You nodded, unable to form words. You’re going to miss this. You’re going to miss him. Your universe. Your guidance to your place called home.

"But I can see the stars from America

I wonder, do you see them too?"

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lokisasylum · 3 years

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Saw this tag last night and thought it was pretty cool, but was passing out from exhaustion from the vaccine so I couldn’t do it.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some of your favorite authors!

1. No Ordinary Love [BTS, yoonmin - Still in the works, but I wanted to add it because I really like the Prologue]

When I entered the club that night… I wasn't expecting anything to happen beyond a casual conversation and perhaps sharing a few drinks.

I knew very well how delicate the situation stood between us after a disastrous breakup years ago, followed by a bittersweet reunion that ended anything but friendly.

No, I wasn't there to beg nor did I want him to take me back. Jiminie had his life and I had mine.

All I wanted was someone to talk to… and he was there for me.

Can you blame me for that?

2. Forever, You Said. [BTS, jikook, vampire au]

All my life I wanted nothing more than to get away and live my life the way I want. So why… does it suddenly not feel enough? Why do I feel like I'm missing something? - Jungkook

3. Lunatic High [BTS, fantasy au]

The sound of his own harsh breathing echoed loudly in his ears, only matched by the sound of his erratic heartbeat as he ran half blindly through the field.

4. Heal My Heart [BTS, jikook; historical au]

"Did you come here to yell at me too?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop the smile that was already forming on his lips at the sight of the young knight sulking in the corner of the room like a child.

"Of course not. I’m your physician not your squad leader or Seokjin-hyung for that matter." The elder reassured him while placing the bowl of water, rags, ointment and bandages on the nearest table. "So obviously I’m here to treat your wounds… just like I always do." He added in a smaller voice, more to himself than to Jeongguk.

5. A Promised Scenery [BTS, vmin; canon]

It was 4:00 AM, but they hadn't gone inside when they said they would half an hour ago.

Or rather they had meant to.

But the minute that their hands were clasped so tight, like they never wanted to let go, and their eyes met in a whirlwind of emotions, shy smiles and embarrassed laughter. That moment was the first time where the world stopped spinning for them.

6. You're my Tear/You're my Fear [BTS, jikook; songfic]

A broken home.

A sad song.

The curtain rises, but its the same old story from before. Different scenarios, but always the same ending.

7. Yoongi's Confession [BTS, yoonmin; canon]

Our entire relationship, our love, our life can only be compared to a violent car crash on an empty road at night under the pouring rain.

Lots of dark moments, heartaches, blood, sweat and tears.

It’s how it started... and ended.

8. Love Cravings [BTS, vminkook; a/b/o]

Jungkook groaned as his phone rang for the 20th time that night when he had finally gotten into his car.

All he wanted was to get back home, to his warm bed and SLEEP like he deserved. Was that too much to ask?

9. Dirty Habits [BTS, jikook; labeled as “late valentines smut” LOL]

Jungkook stumbled through the front door of his apartment, nearly tripping on the ‘Welcome Home’ mat that never quite made you feel as welcome as it was intended to.

10. So Trust Me [BTS, vminkook]

--Words of love, encouragement, good health, best wishes, and strength continued to flow in waves every minute into his cell phone. Lifting his spirit and filling his heart with joy little by little though not as fast or as overwhelming as it normally should.

It’s been a hard year, not just for him, but for everyone.

Even with all the happiness and beautiful memories being created around him, there was still sadness lingering in his heart. But he wouldn’t let it show, not yet, not here.

11. The Reason [BTS, vminkook]

“Jimin-ssi, keep your defense up!!” Jungkook barked out without breaking his stance as he watched the other male stumble backwards on to the snowy ground with a loud thud.

Taehyung watched from the side, leaning against the wall next to the glass sliding doors to their apartment. Worry etched on to his features behind the large scarf half covering his face to protect him from the cold weather. It’s not the first time he’s come to watch his two lovers spar, but as to why the two insist on doing it at such an early hour in the morning where it’s the coldest its beyond him.

12. Peppermint Kisses [BTS, vminkook]

Something was up in the dorm and Jungkook didn’t like it one bit.

And that something was related to two particular members of Bangtan.

The 95z.

13. UNSTEADY (Prequel to All or Nothing) [BTS, jikook; canon]

I watched him lie through his teeth again today during practice. But it wasn’t just today, there had been many other times where I had watched Jimin do the same; skipping meals, sleepless nights, and when nothing else worked he’d wear himself out with excessive practice hours in the studio by himself.

But I’m not blind, I know it’s on me… yet he still insists on taking the fall by himself for what happened that day.

14. The Sleepover [BTS, vminkook]

Taehyung was the first to stir awake that morning with a long groan. His lashes fluttered weakly against his cheek as he tried to fight off both sleep and nausea from his system.

The hangover making its presence known with a vengeance.

15. All or Nothing [BTS, jikook; canon]

The door to his and Hoseok’s shared room slammed so hard that he could have sworn the thing would come off its hinges any moment.

How dare he?

How fucking dare he?

16. Beautiful Tragedy [BTS, jikook; soulmate au]

When I was four my mother used to tell me stories about Soulmates and how they were always bound to find each other no matter what. Because they were destined to be.

Born and made for each other.

No distance was too far, no language became a barrier, no obstacle too high or low to overcome. No hardship was too much to bare. Because soulmates were two halves of the same soul who's primary purpose was to find their way back to one another and therefore spoke their own language in their hearts.

17. Private Show [BTS, jikook; canon]

“You’re late.” A voice scolded from somewhere in the still dark room.

His hand immediately left the doorknob to reach for the light switch, revealing a figure leaning on the farthest wall, against the mirrors. His pink hair hidden by a cap worn low which also hid his face, a jean jacket over a black buttoned up shirt, dark ripped jeans and boots.

It was Jimin.

18. Sin For You [BTS, vmin; AU]

He was singing our song again at our favorite karaoke bar.

Our secret song… the one nobody knows about. That keeps us connected even at times when we had been involved with someone else.

19. It's all in your mind [BTS, canon with some subtle jikook]

It felt strange to be back home after being away for so long while filming the second season of Bon Voyage, and with a new comeback sometime in September, the schedules were sure to be tight for the rest of the year. So everyone at the dorm tried to make the most of it by getting organized and rest.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I mean... it said favorite opening LINES, in PLURAL.

WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED TODAY, KIDS?

That I need to work on my entries better =_=

Repeated patterns I may have noticed? Hmm... that I usually start the opening scenes with someone walking into a room (usually angry and throwing shit LOL), or describing sounds/smells/feelings.

And that in most cases its JK walking into said rooms and literally walking into some unknown chaos 😌😅 (said chaos being Jimin).

Tag... I don’t know if any of my favorite authors are here on tumblr, much less if I’m following any of them because lately I’ve been checking out authors who announce their work via twitter.

But if any of my moots are authors, go for it.

#tag #tag game #tag meme #bts #bts fics #jikook #vmin #vminkook #AO3 #ao3fic #bts fanfics #bts fanfiction #fanfiction tag

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hailbop1701 · 3 years

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Only The Beginning

Chapter 4: My Bad...

Alas, another filler chapter. The reader finally meets Dorian! The bickering and fluff is on point my friends and I hope I got enough tension in there for you. If not there will definitely be more in coming chapters!

Thank you to my lovely Beta Reader @toppysammy! 🥰

-H❤🖖

John’s grip is tight on your upper arm. Wincing slightly, you allow him to lead you over to his car. A handsome-looking android casually leans up against the passenger side door with his arms crossed. He looks at you curiously, obviously scanning you for ID; you give him a little smile when he doesn't come up with anything. John yanks open the backseat and shoves you in.

“Rude,” you mutter, straightening in your seat and pulling your messenger bag close. Looking into the bag, you check on the heavy drive that is nestled inside. It has a small crack but otherwise is undamaged. Sighing in relief, you blow a strand of hair out of your face. Both car doors open up in front and the two detectives get in, bickering.

“Come on, John, you can’t be serious.”

“You heard what they said; rogue android turned on the security team.”

At that, you sink down in your seat feeling more guilty than before. John’s android partner rolls his electric blue eyes. “Security," he scoffs, "more like black market mercenaries. One of those men had a rap sheet longer than your attention span,”

You choke on a laugh as John sputters and glares at the DRN; you had heard about this model, but it's a wholly different experience to meet one. John shoots you a hard look in the rearview mirror.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?” he barks, turning around in his seat so he can fully scowl at you. Clearing your throat, you think over your words carefully. To give yourself more time, you hold out a hand and introduce yourself to John’s partner.

“I’m John's friend--” you glance at said man; he's losing patience. Grimacing, you amend, “I think…”

The android smiles kindly and takes your hand, “Dorian, John’s partner.” His deep and polite voice puts you at ease.

Pulling your hand away, you look back at your angry best friend warily. You mull over what happened for a second before opening your mouth to explain, “Well, I figured out what happened to Julia Lawson, and it wasn’t suicide,” you jerk your head in the direction of the building.

“The creepy death squad murdered her and staged it to look like a suicide. Which, by the way, was completely obvious; they did a horrible job. Whoever had the case was paid off to keep it clean-cut and closed."

Both men in the front seat looked shocked. “You mean you figured this out in, what, three hours?” John asks with a raised eyebrow. You simply shrug, “I have no red tape I have to constantly cut through. I talked to Julie's brother; he told me what I needed to know and I figured out the rest by using the internet. Breaking in was easy--”

John cuts you off mid-sentence with a warning. He pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing out his frustration. Dorian looks at you like you're an entirely new species; fascination, amusement, and disquiet all flick across his face. Biting the inside of your cheek, you watch the two carefully.

“Look, Julie stumbled upon something very big and I think you should know about it,” you offer, holding out your bag like an olive branch. John watches you closely for a moment before taking the bag and looking inside.

“A hard drive?” he asks skeptically, pulling it out and handing it over to Dorian to peruse. You shrug and gave a smirk, “I downloaded everything I needed on to that thing; Julie’s ‘suicide,' who ordered it, and the plans Julie overheard that caused her death in the first place.”

Dorian plugs into the drive and the more information he obtains, the deeper his frown gets. “This is very...wrong,” he says with a wrinkle of his nose.

You grimace, “Yeah, I forgot about that part; it’s also about Speartips. Horrible name for a private tech company by the way; it's the CEO getting down and dirty with underage interns and paying them extra to keep quiet.”

Dorian stops looking through the drive and hands it back to John without a word. The android’s eyes are as hard as his partner's. John looks back to you, anger still in his gaze. Sighing, your shoulders slump. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t mean to get caught by the mercs. The android was a new addition,” you defend quickly.

“You threw him out a window,” John points out, losing patience with you.

You throw up your hands, “HE started it! At least his body didn’t hit anyone."

John groans and shakes his head, “Pushing anybody off the fortieth-something floor is bad!” he scolds, starting the car. You scowl at John and cross your arms childishly, “Well, I didn’t like getting choked out. I panicked."

John winces at your words, his posture changing from tense and angry to sad and sympathetic. “I’m sorry, I know you wouldn’t have done any of that if you didn’t have to,”

Dorian’s attention jumps back and forth between you and John, his eyes widening as he connects the dots. “You’re the one who--” he cuts himself off and looks at his human partner.

John sighs heavily and taps his thumb against the steering wheel anxiously, “This is where the whole trusting me thing comes in.” He looks over at the DRN pleadingly. Dorian stares at John for a nano-second before nodding and keeping silent about the whole thing. He was no doubt currently wiping your presence from everything involving what just happened. From camera feeds to bystanders, taking pictures and selfies of the chaos.

“I really am sorry,” you mumble, feeling guilty for more than just putting John in the position that he's now in. Your best friend looks at you in his rearview mirror.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, his shoulders slump just a touch. “I know. You’ve been away from people--well, civilian people for a while. You have to be more subtle from now on, though, alright?”

You grimace at John’s words but nod anyway, agreeing to what he's saying. This is his home after all. He built a life here; and here you were, wreaking havoc in that home like a maniac.

“What now?” you say in a voice just slightly above a whisper. Dorian glances over at his partner, wondering the exact same thing. John purses his lips as he drives through the city. You can’t help your wry smile in response; he always makes that face when he is thinking hard about something.

“We should get you settled into a place. I’ve been keeping an eye out and I got a message from a buddy of mine. There’s a little apartment right near where I live,” he says, handing his phone over to Dorian, who downloads the directions and information.

“I guess you do want your bed back, huh?” you ask with a slight chuckle. John huffs and nods, “My couch is great and all, but it does get a bit uncomfortable after a while,” he mutters with a wrinkle of his nose.

Dorian smirks, “That explains the changes to your sleeping pattern,” he muses, making John scowl. “How many damn times--” he hisses, pointing an accusatory finger at the android only to be cut off by your snort of laughter.

John’s lips twitch upward at the sound, the tense atmosphere of the car lifting as the car crawls through city traffic. “So, Dorian, has John ever told you the story about how he became addicted to noodles?”

You immediately have the DRN’s full attention; John sputters from the driver’s seat unsuccessfully, trying to shush you.

“Well, you see, it all started when he and I traveled to China and we stumbled across this little mom-and-pop shop. The food there was to die for, what was it called…” you trail off, trying to picture the little restaurant in your mind.

“Little Bo’s.” John supplies with a fond smile.

You snap your fingers, grinning from ear to ear, “Little Bo’s! Oh, my gosh, they had some damn good food, and the owner was so sweet; she tried her best to teach John how to use chopsticks.”

Dorian chuckles, “He still can’t use them,” he whispers none-too-quietly.

John shoots him an offended look, “I can too!” he yells indignantly.

Dorian rolls his eyes. “Not very well.” he mutters, ignoring John’s slight pout. You giggle and gently squeeze John’s bicep.

“Maybe when I get settled, I’ll make you dinner,” you offer sincerely. You yelp when John suddenly hits the brakes and looks back at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously?” he asks with a grin. You snort and nod. Dorian looks bemused at the action and his jaw practically drops when John holds out his pinky for yours. Grinning, you seal the promise.

“Just let me know what you wa--”

“Chicken and dumplings," he answers immediately.

You snicker at the quick response. “I should have known,” you sigh with a shake of your head.

Dorian is at a loss for words; he tries multiple times to add something but he can’t. He’s never seen his partner this relaxed and happy before (despite today’s events) and it's odd. However, it's a good kind of odd. John deserves happiness and that’s what you seem to make him.

Just friends, Dorian mentally scoffs, smiling to himself as you and John bicker about the best dishes you've made in the past. Something deep within Dorian’s circuits says that someday you’ll end up being so much more. The heated discussion becomes a bit louder and suddenly changes to whose fault it was in burning down a rental in Rio.

Dorian sighs. Maybe not today, but someday, he thinks ruefully before verbally stepping in to divulge how John once ate a slug in hopes to not offend an old Japanese man.

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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Fight or Flight, Rider [4]

Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

A/N: MEET THE SILVER SQUADRON PEOPLE! My babies, my pet project, my post precious creation! - Nemo

Summary: (y/n) has never been so excited - today she gets to meet her Resistance Squadron. She finds they all are rather different, but at the end of the dy they still get the job done.

Series Masterlist

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[Gif isn’t mine, t’was a Google find. Credit to it’s creator.]

You and Poe didn’t really talk about what happened last night. As cliche as it sounds, you didn’t need to.

You both decided not to bring it up, not because you were embarrassed or avoiding it, but because it would simply be easier that way. Word spread fast in the Resistance, for better or worse, and that could get anywhere by the end of the day.

Today you weren’t worrying about it though, because today was a big day.

Today you officially met your new Squadron, and today you got to fly with them for the first time.

You were even more excited now than what you were when you raced Poe. Joon, your fellow Nephimmian, stood beside you, shaking his head. Not only was he assigned as one of the Lieutenants of your Squad, but you pulled him out of his bunk at daybreak just to get him to wait around with you for the past hour.

“You’re being too loud,” he said, “You need to calm down.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “I’ve barely said anything since I greeted you!”

“You think very loudly.”

“Shut up Joon, look they’re coming!” you said, ignoring him as he rolled his eyes, looking over at a crew of pilots headed your way.

A blond man approached your first, holding out his hand for you both to shake as he introduced himself.

“Hey, I’m Commander Gareth Longo, Poe’s told me a little about you two and your venture to help everyone off Creit. Very noble thing for you to do.”

“It wasn’t just us, sir.” Joon said, staying professional as ever, while you rolled on the balls of your feet.

“It’s appreciated just the same Lieutenant. Now let’s introduce you to the others.” Gareth said, turning to the others that came with him.

“That’s Captain Dalyn Menryth,” he said, gesturing to a man with greenish hair, “He’s from Naboo, one of their pilots.”

“One of Naboo’s best pilots, don’t forget!” Dalyn said, catching your eye and sending you a wink.

“Sure. Next to him is Lieutenant Grey Saeth and Cadet Amry, they both came together from Tatooine.” A taller man waved at you with a very wide grin - he seemed as excited as you - and next to him was a much smaller woman - she seemed much less excited.

“We’re a team, Amry and I.” Grey said, pulling Amry to his side as he grinned down at her.

She shot him a smile, before pulling herself away from his side.

“Over there is Lieutenant Lup’ia Tetsuu,” a yellow Twi’lek looked over at you nodding, “She’s a little more of a mechanic than a pilot, but she’s just as useful either way.”

“I’m Cyro Sythen. Cadet. I can introduce myself.” A teal Mirialan stepped forwards, thrusting her hand out to yours. “I heard about you - you almost beat Commander Dameron in a race. You’re cool.” she said as she shook your hand.

You looked back at Joon, smiling.

“You hear that, I’m cool! Sadly, Dameron just happened to beat me by that much.” you said, sucking in a breath through your teeth. “He’s just too good.”

“No such thing Major,” Gareth said, turning his helmet over in his hands, “You can never be too good, only too confident. Now get your ships in the air, let’s get this thing started!”

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“I must say, you all were pretty good. Saw some nice moves out there today.”

Your Squad - the Silver Squadron - had all been out for hours, practicing moves, perfecting comms, and learning how each other flew. More training would be needed, but for a first day you all did rather well, even if you thought so yourself. Poe seemed to agree.

“You can all get out there and do it again tomorrow. Fun, right!” he said, enthusiastic as ever.

Grey was bouncing in his seat across from you - which you could already tell was normal for him - while Lup’ia was stuck in the seat next to him, rather unimpressed at being placed next to the human embodiment of sunshine and optimism.

She wasn’t a people person at all.

At least not until Finn came in. Then she brightened up - ever so slightly.

Joon was by your side, tapping his fingers on his leg as he always did when his superiors were droning on about post-flight checks. While on your other side was Dalyn, he’d practically stuck to you since he got his ship in the air next to yours.

“... And I think that’s about it. You’re just about free to go clean up or whatever.” Poe said, dropping the datapad on the table as he smiled everyone’s way. “See you this time tomorrow.”

“You busy tonight Rider?” Dalyn asked, slinging an arm around the back of your seat. “I know a really cool place just down the hall that serves some of the best food in the base.”

“It’s the only place with food in the base, you fool.” Amry said, as she stood from her seat, leaving promptly after with Grey trailing after her.

“Pfft, sure it ain’t exactly delicacies, but maybe we could snag a table and chat for a bit?”

“No thank you.” You said, shaking your head with a light smile.

“Why,” he asked, suddenly going a little quieter, “You busy?”

“No.” You stood, making your way behind him also. Joon was holding back snickers from his seat, while you were caught between sending sympathetic looks at Dalyn and smirking over at Poe.

“Okay.” he drawled, “So you’re not busy, you just don’t wanna eat with me?”

“Listen, Dalyn, you’re a decent guy, and a hell of a pilot, but you’re also a serial flirt.” You said, letting out a quipped laugh at the knowing smile that reached his face. “The other gals and I in the Squad all pulled together before we came in here. You’re a ‘no’, but if you wanna hang over dinner then that’s cool - I’m sure you have more than your fair share of stories to tell.”

“That’s true!” Dalyn said, practically dismissing you and leaning over the table to speak to Gareth. “Did you know, this scar came from a lady -”

“- Captain, I couldn’t care less.”

“Nonsense, of course you’d wanna know, it’s one great story!”

“Joon,” you leant down to whisper in Joon’s ear, “Let’s scram before we get caught too.”

You’d never seen him get out of a chair quicker.

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You’d barely gotten out the hallways when footsteps came after you.

“(y/n)! Jeez, you and Joon are fast walkers.” Poe said, finally catching up to you both. “I was gonna ask you something but now I’ve forgotten what it was.” he huffed, resting his hands on his hips.

“So what, are you gonna stand there and breathe really heavily, or are you gonna walk with us to get some food?”

“I was actually contemplating retracing my steps to see if I could remember my question, but I like the sound of food a little more.”

“Ayee,” you smiled, “I knew we were similar!” With that you went back on your quest to the cafeteria.

It was a decent sized place, although smaller than the one back of Nephimm, but it was cosy and snug like that. You rather liked it. The food even tasted a little better, despite the fact it looked a little less appetizing.

Practically as soon as you were seated, Rey came over and took the spot on your left, while Poe was on your right. Joon was unimpressed at his seat being taken, but decided Finn was probably a less rowdy person to be sat next to anyway.

“Dalyn was trying to pull one move on you back there.” Poe said, smirking at you as he sat sideways facing you in his seat.

“Yeah, well, takes more than a wink and a good-looking smile to get me to do things for you.” You said, looking over at him while stuffing your mouth full of food.

“Did you know you’re a vision when you eat (y/n)?”

“It’s her goal in life, I’m sure.” Cyro said, stepping up to the empty seat next to Joon. “Can I sit?”

“Of course.”

“I’m always a vision, so it doesn’t matter what I’m doing.” you said, holding back a snicker. Poe looked over at you, resting his chin on his hand, and just smiled over at you.

“What is he doing?” Cyro asked Joon, the two of them looking between Poe staring at you and you unceremoniously eating your dinner.

“The common name for it, I think, is called ‘giving her heart-eyes’.” Joon said, looking up at Cyro. “In other words he just really, really likes her.”

“What?” Both you and Poe looked up at the duo across from you, you cast a glance beside you to Rey - she only smiled widely at you - before looking to Poe at your other side.

“You’re not really making it a secret.” Joon said. “At times you’re both as subtle as a shotgun.”

“Harsh.” you said, smiling slightly.

“I’m not sure I’m following?” Poe trailed off, his chin now back to resting on his hand.

“Dameron! The General wants to see you.” An officer said, choosing to call across the hall rather than make his way over to the confused pilot.

“Later. Poe. We’ll explain later.” Finn said, showing he was in fact listening, despite being more invested in eating than you were.So with that Poe upped and left, shooting goodbyes to your group as he went.

“You think it’s serious?” Cryo asked, both her eyes and yours keeping on Poe and the Officer as they left.

“If they want Poe?” Rey said, snickering. “No one can answer that.”

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Atlas (4)

Summary: After years of being imprisoned on the Raft, Tony negotiates freedom for his sister Tessa. When she’s free- so is her past, and it will never stop hunting her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC(Stark)

Chapter Word count: 1939

Warnings: PTSD (subtle ish), trauma, torture (in later parts), suicidal behaviors and thoughts, mentions of death, character death, injury, violence, angst, and a lil bit of fluff in there

Disclaimer: Atlas is my own, original work with characters belonging to Marvel (except Tessa and Dr. Clifton). Plagiarism is not cool kids.

A/N: this is my first work Im posting to this platform and I’m really excited and nervous about it. Hope you enjoy- constructive criticism is always helpful as well!!

Tony stared at the screen, wondering why he was God’s choice of boxing partners. He had been decoding the intel all night, only becoming increasingly concerned as the data rolled through. There was a surplus of data that encrypted with the title ‘Project Maelstrom’. From what he could tell, it was centered around Tessa. The head of the project was a Dr. J.R. Clifton- the one who was dicking around with things he didn’t understand and caused his baby sister a lot of pain.

What Project Maelstrom seemed to have as a goal was to create more of her. This time on purpose. There were samples of her blood that were torn apart. X rays and documents of medical visits labelled T. Stark. There was even detailed descriptions of the only two missions Tessa had been sent on before she was thrown in the Raft.

Tony would admit- he was curious, burning with the need to read every detail of why she was locked away. Tessa wouldn’t tell him. Ever. And the army never gave a clear reason, just that she was a danger and her whole squad had been killed on a mission. Nothing more, nothing less. When Tony threatened them with a lawsuit, he was told that Tessa would get the death penalty if it went to court. So, he had to play nice.

Instead, he called a meeting at the ass crack of dawn to decide how to play this. He was slightly wary of breaking the news to Tessa, as it was all based around her and her powers, but he figured if he had enough fire extinguishers on hand, everything would be fine. As long as she was contained on one floor. To one room. Maybe we should meet on the roof.

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“So... what’s the move?” Tony asked, hesitantly. He was trying to gauge reactions around the room, mostly focused on Tessa. She seemed to lock down as soon as he mentioned the mission reports. She wasn’t surprised or fazed by much of the other intel.

Bucky had also instantly switched his attention from Tony to Tessa as it was brought up. She hadn’t spoken to him since the incident in her room- three days ago. She remained on her floor, although Wanda had convinced her to come down to eat with her, Steve and Vision every day at lunch. Wanda seemed to have that persuasion on her.

He noticed her clam up, keeping her eyes low while Steve began to form a plan, with the help of Natasha and Tony. Bruce was sifting through the medical records produced from the intel, gleaning information to research his own. He had been curious about Tessa’s enhancement but the woman wouldn’t let him near her with any medical or scientific equipment. So, he agreed to wait until she was ready for it.

“What about the mission reports, what do they say?” Steve asked, reaching for the papers. Tessa immediately leapt up, snatching the papers before he could reach them. She looked down at them, seemingly trying to confirm her suspicions before lighting them on fire, letting the ash fall at her feet. She swallowed harshly, meeting Steve’s shocked eyes.

“There’s nothing important in them.” She snapped, dropping the last of the papers. She turned to Tony, anger in her stance. “Did you make more copies of those?” He blinked and shook his head.

“There’s the original on the drive Wilson brought back.” He answered, already aware of what she would ask him to do next.

“Delete it.” She hissed, spinning on her heel and stomping out of the room. Tony nodded, even though she had already slammed the door shut.

“Anyone want to check on her?” Tony offered. There was a hesitance in the way Bucky stood up, pushing his chair back. Tony’s eyes narrowed and zeroed in on the hulking mass of a man. “Anyone else- cause, not to be petty but he’s already killed the rest of my family and I’d like to keep what I have left around for a while.”

Bucky’s expression didn’t alter but he felt the sting of the comment. Nevertheless, he sat back down, pulling his chair in, clasping his hands on the table and keeping his gaze on them.

“Tony...” Steve chided, anger and self righteous indignation in his tone. Tony rolled his eyes before turning back to the papers. None of them could refute the obvious. Everyone was aware of the obvious- the Winter Soldier responsible for the death of the Starks- and they were aware of Tony’s less than forgiving attitude toward the recovering soldier himself.

“Whatever- just let her go, maybe she’ll blow up the top floor and set fire to my belongings.” He responded, grumbling as he began the presentation again.

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Days later, Tessa was still being temperamental. Bucky had not spoken to her, Tony had been locked out of her apartment. The only ones she let in were Sam and Wanda. Sam attempted to soothe her, trying to help her make sense of her head and emotions. Wanda ensured she was eating regularly and trying to help her make sense of her powers. She knew a thing or two about out of control enhancements.

Bucky had been upset, moping around his shared apartment mostly because he was unable to talk to the person he had feelings for. The one person who he felt actually wanted him around. Steve took notice after the umpteenth sigh and ensured him that he would try to set it up for him.

“What’s that supposed to mean, jackass?” Bucky’s nose scrunched up and a wrinkle presented itself on his forehead. Steve rolled his eyes and tossed his paper to the table.

“I mean, on the mission. I’ll make you two partners. Someone has to be responsible for her, a guardian when she’s on the field, and you two got... close.” Steve began folding towels, turning his back to his roommate. Bucky blinked twice before snorting. Steve turned back around to see him pouting. “Oh- what is it, you’ve been moping around for days now- what happened between you and Tessa that’s got your panties in a twist?”

“First off- what the fuck my guy?” Bucky’s hands flicked toward him before resting on the table he sat at. “And second, it’s none of your business.”

Steve almost called bullshit. He could see that Bucky was bursting at the seams, almost exploding with his problem. The guy was the best at sneaking around to find intel or perform his espionage but ask him about a girl he had a crush on and the man would spill like a can on a car. Steve knew just what to say to get him to talk- it would only take him asking once more and Bucky would spill his guts.

“Okay... all I’m saying is that you two were helping each other. The progress you made when you started hanging out was phenomenal- exponential almost.” Steve commented, nonchalantly and kept folding his towels. Only a few more seconds now and...

“She doesn’t sleep well.” Bucky started. Steve mentally congratulated himself on being able to manipulate Bucky into talking- the same way Bucky was able to manipulate Steve into doing his share of chores. “And so I’d see her in the kitchen at night when I couldn’t sleep and we started talking. Then she gave me her dog tags, because I said I never got mine back. And my heart exploded. Steve- I’d never thought I’d feel like this again. I just want to make her happy- I want to see her smile and I want to be around her- I want to talk to her.”

Steve knew the importance of the relationship when Bucky stressed that point. Bucky never went out of his way to join a conversation or even speak to someone. It always had to be initiated by the other party and even then it was one sided. Bucky hated talking to other people. So to actually want to talk to her... Steve felt that progress was being made.

“And then, after the mission... she let me touch her.” Bucky sat back in his chair, remembering how he held her tightly. Remembering how she latched to him, like her was her life line. In a way, he was in that moment. “She let me comfort her and hold her... then she fell asleep and had a nightmare and set my shirt on fire.” Steve’s eyes widened as he whirled around to face him. Bucky was quick to defend her. “It was an accident- she apologized but... I think it hit too close to home for her. She kicked me out and she hasn’t spoken to me in days. What am I supposed to do now? I’ve grown so close to her and now... she won’t even look my way. I thought she had the same feelings but, maybe I was just caught up in my emotions, remembering what it felt like to have feelings for a woman.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Buck.” Steve assured him. He’d seen the glances Tessa gave him. She’d greet him with a ‘good morning’ and already have his coffee mug down with coffee in it. “Maybe she’s just scared. She doesn’t have a good control over her powers and she set you on fire. She just needs time, you both need to be patient with the other. It’s not gonna be easy.”

“I know that... I just- I want to jump straight into this feeling but she’s holding back... and I don’t know how to help her.” Bucky muttered. Steve had seen this before- granted it wasn’t the same reason. It was when they were teenagers and a senior girl had been stringing Bucky along because he was the best looking in the sophomore class. Poor Bucky actually had feelings for the girl but she was just trying to prove a point to her friends. But he knew Tessa was holding back for a different reason. A selfless reason.

“Just try and understand her side. If she gives you the chance, explain how you feel.” Steve couldn’t believe that he was giving Bucky girl advice. It used to be so different went they were younger. “Maybe flowers- buy her flowers to show that you’re not pissed about catching fire.”

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“Everyone suited up?" Tony asked, tossing his glasses onto the seat beside his iron man armor. Steve and Natasha were sitting in the pilot seats, switching buttons and levers, preparing for takeoff. Sam was doing last minute repair work on Redwing, while Bucky sat beside him trying to hold back on jamming his finger directly into Redwing’s circuit board- just to annoy Sam. Wanda and Vision were sitting together reading a book they had borrowed from Laura the last time they had visited Clint. Bruce decided to stay behind, as he usually did. Tessa was the last one on the jet, taking a seat in the far back, hooking herself in and just sitting quietly.

Everyone gave Tony a response- whether it be a grunt, nod, or a ‘fuck off, mom’ from several of the passengers. Tony spared a glance back to Tessa when he didn’t hear a response from her. She was wearing the design he’d made for her. Completely fire proof, black tactical pants with a long sleeved black spandex shirt and black combat boots. She wore a Kevlar vest over the top. She was also decked out in weapons- knives in her belt and boots, a hand gun on each hip and an AR- 15 sitting by her side. He’d wanted to go for the dramatic but Tessa practically cussed him out when she saw his first idea.

“Hey, kiddo.” Tony scooted in beside her, bumping hips as he buckled his harness in. Natasha had announced take off in two minutes so he settled in beside his loving sister for a pep talk. “How you feeling?”

“Did you read those reports?” Tessa questioned, forgoing formalities and small talk. Her dark eyes landed on his face, worry and irritation building up in her brows.

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to because you never talk about it but I didn’t.” Tony sighed as Tessa relaxed slightly into her seat. “I just want to be here for you and you don’t make that easy when you hide things from me.”

“If it makes you feel better I also lie to my therapist.” Tessa cocked her head to the side.

“Well that I can understand.” Tony scoffed, gently elbowing her. Tessa smiled, looking down at her fingers, playing with a string on her fingerless gloves. “I love you, you know that right?” She nodded. “Good. So, just keep your cool this mission, alright? Don’t be afraid of your powers. Don’t be afraid that you’re putting us in danger. We can handle ourselves. And you’re paired with Barnes so just... keep your head down and follow his orders- even though I’d personally like to jab his eyes out.”

“He’s a perfectly nice guy.” Tessa muttered quietly.

“That murdered your parents.” Tony pressured, trying his best to not throw himself into a tirade. “He’s responsible for so much death and destruction-“

“Well so am I...” Tessa shot a glance at Tony, shutting him up instantly. It was the first time she had ever admitted it to him. “He isn’t the only one here with blood on his hands- the whole team is morally grey when it comes to the lives saved and taken. Besides, he wasn’t in his right mind... he’s a good guy.”

Tony could see it- the light blush on her neck and ears. He felt a pit forming in his stomach- she wasn’t falling for the guy, was she? There was so much he didn’t know about his sister from the past six years. That made him feel even worse. She had gone through so much, too much for someone her age to deal with and she wouldn’t even talk about it. So why wouldn’t she fall in love with the first person that actually listened to her- that made time for her.

“Tell you what-“ Tony told her, unsnapping the buckles and standing up. “After this mission- we go to that pizza place you and your friends used to terrorize in high school. Just the two of us. Catch up on everything we’ve missed.” Tessa looked up, meeting his eyes. The dark brown eyes of Howard Stark, passed down to both of his children.

“Sounds nice, Tony.” She agreed. “Stopping for doughnuts on fifth?”

“As many as you want.”

“It’s a deal.”

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The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty: Spop season 5

I’ve stopped screaming, and I took the time to rewatch season 5 with my little brother. So, here are my thoughts:

The Good

Horde Prime - The cult™ : I really dig the aesthetics, that combo of religious fanatics + fascism hit good. The crew did a good job at portraying Horde Prime as the ultimate villain of the show. He was engaging to watch and his ideology was pretty clear. The way they played with the hive mind concept was really fun, and it was Horde Prime’s biggest strength. He was also a very good manipulator, successfully playing with Glimmer and Adora. He was unsuccessful with Catra because she had already hit her lowest point.

Entrapta: honestly, she was the most hilarious character this season. Not only was she engaging to watch and listen to, I felt really connected to her this season. The fight with Mermista hit really good and it hurt, but you could see her trying her best. I love how open she is and how accepting of everyone and everything. I’m glad we got to see so much of her this season.

Scorpia: baby, she only deserves good things in life. When she got mind control, you could see how fucking powerful she is, but luckily for us, we got to see her shine independently before that. Her interactions with Swift Wind, Perfuma, and Double Trouble made her shine. She’s smart, talented, and without an evil bone in her body. I’m happy she can move on from Catra and find love and friendship. (I hope she reconnects with Lonnie, Rogelio and Kyle in the future too)

Mermista: babe, you were always mood. She has been consistently funny, her get ups and plans are so entertaining to watch, but also: her relationship with Sea Hawk is great! They are definitely made for each other. I’m sad she was mine controlled for the other half of the season, but I’m happy we got to see a lot of her before. (Also she burned someone’s ship OMG GANGSTER SUIT)

Sea Hawk: happy to see him back. He was funny as always, and I’m happy he got his moment with Mermista at the end.

Perfuma: “ADORA, WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE?” “A TANK” “NO!” Her relationship with Scorpia is so good! I wish we could’ve seen more.

Netossa: I was one of those who was sad to know the 2 canon lesbians of the show were just background characters. I am so incredibly happy to see her shine this season! SHE SAID MY WIFE. She is the queen of the roasts and I stan.

Spinnerella: Dude, I didn’t know you were this powerful what the fuck. Also, your wife is super cute and she draws like Noelle.

Emotional Support Cat: Bro, I love Melog’s design. I think it was a really clever way to have Catra express her feelings and process them out loud for the audience by giving Catra a supernatural cat.

New She-ra design: I see the subtle reference to Bow, Glimmer and Catra in the design. Honestly, Adora looks 100% more badass.

Not Hordak: I really wish he had picked a name from himself. Aside from Entrapta, this might be the other hilarious character of the season. He goes through his individualization process in a healthier way than Hordak and showcases that the clones can be different from Horde Prime and rehabilitated. I wonder how he will feel about Hordak? But we got no epilogue so idk I guess.

Darla: I can’t believe they named the ship, but I love it.

The Best Friends Squad: I swear to god, when Bow, then Glimmer and then Catra interrupted Adora’s train of thought, I knew we were going to have a great dynamic. The way their characters play of each other is hilarious. Bow, who usually has the only braincell, is cautious and a total dad; Adora is the dumb jock with the heart of gold that gets herself into trouble; Glimmer is the chaotic enchantress with no patience; and finally Catra who’s got all her walls up, but gets shit done. I want a show of them together going on misions and almost dying in the process, thank you.

Catra Redemption: You wanted it, and here you have it! I was cheering for Catra this whole season while proclaiming I’d die for her (which I had only reserved for Scopia previously). Though things may be a little rushed, Catra takes her time to process things, and goes back and forth a couple of times. She deflects, lies, and runs away, but in the end she opens up and rushes back.

In general, the season was packed with content. I was never bored through any episodes and I honestly laughed outloud while watching it alone and later with my brother. There were moments when we paused the episode to discuss what had just happened or to process new information. This makes me feel even more weird about the bland season 2/3 division.

The Bad

Okay so, let me make this clear: I will never attack a ship or anyone who supports it. In this blog we multiship like adults and respect other people’s OTPs.

That being said, while this season was long and packed with content, it also felt rushed when it came to the relationships of the main cast

Glimmer - Catra: The prison episodes had barely any interactions between both of them. I wish they’ve had had more time to talk and to connect. There were Glitra moments that make me feel happy, and my brother was for a moment convinced that they could be canon. They are foils of each other after season 4. The conversation they had, where they realize they had a lot of things in common could’ve been a catalyst for both of them to grow and heal. However, Catra has her change of heart really soon and saves Glimmer, which prevents any deep interactions between them in the future. Aside from the jokes, Catra must be with Adora, and Glimmer must be with Bow, so everything else gets dropped.

Glimmer - Adora: The conflict between them after Angela’s “death” was one of the main plot points of last season. When they reunite again, their issues are solved in a couple of minutes and then brushed off. They really don’t have big interactions after that, which feels completely OOC and empty.

Glimmer - Bow: I wasn’t the only one who felt the sharp turn of their relationship. In previous seasons, it was really platonic, but as soon as they see each other again you know they are going to end up together. The camera zoomed on them, Bow was always holding her protectively, the way they looked at each other change. Since Glimmer is not allowed to have intimate moments with anyone else, it kinda dulls everything up. Don’t get me wrong, I love some best friends to lovers, but in this case it felt rushed for me. If I pinpoint the moment things turned romantic for them, it’s the first time they interact in person this season. It didn’t feel organic (contrast with a ship like Korrasami, where you can point at the moment Asami realized she had feelings for Korra, and then later when Korra’s attitude towards Asami changes after the time skip).

Adora - Catra: Honey, we all knew this was going to be end game, and I love the fact that Catra is dealing with her feelings and Adora acknowledges that. However, after the end of season 3, I’d have expected things to progress a little slower. Catra did put some resistance with the chip scene, but even afterwards, what would’ve been better paced with more episodes, was condensed in a few. Don’t get me wrong. I love that Catra redemption, but I’d have loved a better pacing.

BTW for anyone interested: I ship Glitradora, so any of the 3 ships ending up canon were good for me, and I liked Bow/Glimmer, just preferred them as bffs.

There’s a list of characters that barely show up that could’ve had more screentime:

Huntara: barely appears at all. She’s seen fighting, but there are no references to her or a storyline with her.

Lonnie, Rogelio and Kyle: briefly shown. The gay couple of the century have adopted the baby demon and are now the best dads in the desert. Lonnie is their braincell.

Double Trouble: at least they had a scene and lines, but I feel like they could’ve been more involved after they were discovered by Scopria, especially since they escaped with Sea Hawk and Perfuma.

The Star Siblings: idk man, they were part of a whole episode and then faded into the background. It was a glorified cameo for an episode where Glimmer and Bow fight.

Glimmer’s Aunt: sorry but I was asking “where the hell is she?” until she finally showed up late. She barely had any purpose.

The Dirty

Hey, guys, girls, and nonbinary pals, can we sit down and talk about redemptions?

IDK about you, but just because a show is aimed at kids you shouldn’t “redeem” all the villains. This trend bothers me specially when it touches on abuse or totalitarian leaders.

Shadow Weaver was an abuser until the end. She shouldn’t have had a heroic sacrifice, and her “I’m proud of you” line was bitter for me. I’ve said before I was raised in an abusive household and I don’t think it’s healthy to tell children that you can change your abuser or that you can expect them to change without therapy. I’m glad Shadow Weaver died, but I wish her death wasn’t in any way shape or form considered a “redemption”. A heroic act of sacrifice doesn’t erase all the pain she cause and the years of trauma Catra and Adora have had to endure.

Hordak. HEY HEY ETRAPDAK SHIPPERS DON’T COME FOR ME! I was weirded up by the ship until I realized Etrapta is in her late 20s. I’m happy they found each other but I think it’d be better if Hordak had to redeem himself through a life of service to Etheria. He can't erase the horrible things he has done, but with the help of Entrapta and others, he could give back to the community he ruined. Since we don’t have an epilogue, we just see him reuniting with Entrapta at the end and that’s it.

ALSO SOMEONE GIVE MICAH A HAIR TIE. My man, you are not in a hostile island anymore, go rock a dad bun or a dad ponytail!

How do you guys feel about it?

I’m here looking at cute GIFs of Catra and that kiss scene on repeat. I want a Rogelio poster, he was my boy.

#spop #stop spoilers #the good the bad and the dirty #me

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Sooooo...I'm gonna need a story of a time where a) Runaan got very jealous and b) you got very jealous. And no Moonshadow-y workarounds, either ("he got the last cookie and I really wanted it!"). Specifically when a hot guy was jonesing on your dude and you didn't like it and vice versa. There are no judgments here, just tapping my fingertips together in delight. Indulge us?

You’re going to need these stories, huh? Well then… *rolls up my sleeves* Here we go.

Did you ever wonder why Runaan was so persistent in pursuing me? We all know he’s terrible at flirting.

He wasn’t the only one trying to court me. Sure, he didn’t know what he was doing, but he needed to try, because if he didn’t, he might’ve lost me to another elf. No, don’t worry, he really wouldn’t have, but he didn’t know that at the time!

Who was this other elf, you ask? One of the village bakers. Runaan and I connected over weapons, because he came to me in my workshop. But Salvar and I connected over tasty food, because I would taste test his new creations for him. He saw me walking past one day, just as he needed a second opinion, and my feedback was so enthusiastic that he asked me to come help him another time, too! Well, I couldn’t say no to that. So I’d pop by and he’d feed me whatever he’d made. And a bite dragged out into snacks and then full meals.

Let’s just say I was a lot more visible out in the village, eating Salvar’s treats, than I was alone in my workshop with Runaan. It made Runaan feel very concerned for the trajectory of his courtship.

Jealous. He got jealous.

And then they found out about each other.

Most people would seriously consider backing off the moment they realized they were up against an assassin, no matter the context. Not even Moonshadows have that little self-preservation. But Salvar is not most people. He’s a few inches shorter than I am, slender as a whip, and very feisty. He’s good at what he does, and he knows it, but he can take things a bit too far…

Why do I find such elves attractive? These two were just different knives. One for the kitchen, and one for the hearts of his enemies. *sighs* I do have a type. And I do like plenty of social interaction. Why rush things? Even if I had made up my mind.

Anyway. one day, there was a bustle at Salvar’s bakery when I came by. He’d put a cake in his oven, shut the oven door, and when he opened it again there was an arrow right through the cake and its pan. He hadn’t left the kitchen. And it wasn’t an enchantment. He was pretty twitchy when I asked him what happened, and he just gestured imperiously to his arrowed pan.

We all knew whose arrow that was. We knew.

I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing uncontrollably. Of all the things Runaan could’ve done–lurking in Salvar’s rafters, poisoning his tea, challenging him to a duel–he shot his cake. With an arrow. Just as Salvar closed the oven door. Runaan had been hiding right nearby–somehow–and left his mark, and his intentions, unmistakably clearly. And he’d done it without threatening Salvar at all. A very Moonshadow tactic.

And I thought it was adorable. So soft, really, for an assassin’s skill set. Salvar was less impressed. But the fact that I was laughing so hard at what might’ve passed for a hard prank under other circumstances told me–and Salvar–that it would be better for him to move on. I’d made up my mind.

Salvar let me down easy, and I started cooking for myself again, with no hard feelings. That’s the beauty of Moonshadow courtship. The plausible deniability is astounding. And later, Runaan invited him to cater our wedding.

Victory flex? Generous winner? Just a good Moonshadow? This is Runaan we’re talking about. It was all three.

Now, me getting jealous? Hmm. That’s not really in my nature. On the other hand, I do have a really hot husband, and he’s occasionally attracted some intense attention that neither of us were interested in. You’d think Runaan would be good at saying no to that sort of thing–and usually he’s the first–but sometimes things get complicated.

We’d been courting properly for just a couple of months when the Silvergrove got visitors. A squad of veteran assassins assembled from all over the Moonshadow Forest, come to brush up everyone’s skill’s because there were rumors that trouble was brewing along the border and Runaan and his teammates might be getting a lot more work. Well, that got us all to pay attention. Runaan especially. He takes the defense of his people very seriously.

So he was out at all hours, sometimes for days, training extra hard, running trial missions with his squad, learning these veterans’ hard-won combat skills. When I’d see him, he was exhausted and sore and more focused than ever. He told me he wished he had more time to spend with me, but this was very important to him. So of course I let him train all he wanted, and I did everything I could to take care of him when he wasn’t. That boiled down to feeding him and tucking him in, and telling everyone that he needed his rest.

And then I talked to Lain about the assassins’ training schedule one day. And Lain told me that not everyone was training like Runaan was. That one of the older asasssins was working privately with Runaan on some kind of “fast track skill set” that would give him a whole new set of skills and put him on the path to becoming a good leader for the Silvergrove assassins.

Of course Runaan wanted that. Very much. And I wanted it for him. But something in my chest felt a little rebellious. Why just Runaan? Why not teach these techniques to every assassin and let them all decide who would make a good leader? They already know each other well. An outsider won’t know their strengths and weaknesses like they do.

By the time I started walking Runaan to morning training, a few weeks had gone by. He introduced me to his advanced trainer, Kelvik, and the moment our eyes met, I knew I’d been right to worry. The look he gave me when he realized Runaan had a boyfriend clearly said “How quaint. But I’m here now. You can go.”

Spoilers: I did not go.

I asked Runaan if he could avoid training with Kelvik, since he clearly had designs on him. And, bless him, Runaan said he’d been trying for the past week to shimmy away without making a fuss. But Kelvik was just as intense and subtle as Runaan is, and they both knew that everything came down to Runaan’s sense of duty. He’d do whatever it took to learn to keep his people safe. And Kelvik was teaching him that. Slowly and deliberately.

And then one day Runaan wouldn’t look me in the eye after he was finally finished training. And I knew that, whatever had happened, it had just gone too far. I was done being soft. My elf needed me, and I fully planned to step up for him. No one hurts my baby. I kissed his cheek and held him softly and told him that I’d make everything okay. And he just nodded against my shoulder.

There was a village dance that night. Runaan and I went together, hand in hand, as always. But I told him to sit with Lain and Tiadrin and chat. And I told them to make sure he stayed sitting. No matter what happened. Because I really wasn’t sure how my plan would play out–plans are more Runaan’s thing than mine. I just wanted him to stay safe, though. That’s all I cared about.

So I sat my boyfriend at a table at the edge of the dancing green and sauntered right up to Kelvik as he stood with his own squad and asked him to dance with me.

And the Moon granted me a boon just then–the rest of his squad looked between him and me with expressions that told me they knew exactly what was going on. And that was the last bit of courage I needed. I held out my hand with a bright cheery smile–Moonshadows can hide all kinds of things behind a smile, especially when they’ve got nothing to lose–and Kelvik took it.

I whirled him around the green with my best, most graceful moves. After the first dance, he begrudgingly complimented me on my skills. And tried to let go of my hands.

I squeezed. Hard.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. Dance with me again! This next one’s a real favorite.”

And he was too confused to say no. So we danced again. And I slowly started crushing his hands every time we touched. He gasped and winced, and I just smiled broadly and kept up the small talk.

I didn’t let him go after the second dance, either.

Halfway through the third dance, he finally blurted, “What do you want, Ethari?”

And through my cheery smile, I told him, “I want to break you in half, Kelvik. Can you convince me not to?” And then I snapped a bone in his hand.

He hid it well. He was an assassin, after all. But he’d opened the floodgates, and I couldn’t stop talking as I swirled and stepped alongside him. “Your selfishness is endangering everything Runaan holds dear. He just wants to be a good assassin, to protect his people and his squad. You’re using that to get close to him, and he doesn’t feel he can say no. So I’m saying it for him. If he comes home one more time and can’t look me in the eye because you can’t keep your boundaries straight, I will very cheerfully hunt you down and disassemble you. I’m very good with moving parts, and I have a bigger collection of knives than you do.”

I dipped him at the end of the dance, squeezed his broken hand, and said cheerily, “Is this in any way unclear to you?”

He growled up at me, “You’ve made your point, craftsman. No need to keep stabbing me with it.”

I hauled him up, gave him a jaunty bow, and headed back to have a drink with my boyfriend and my friends. Runaan looked at me, wide-eyed, as I joined him and the others. “What… did you say? I’ve never seen him look like that before. I think you actually worried him.”

I pressed a soft kiss against Runaan’s cheek and clinked my glass against his. “Just telling him how it is, my heart. I protect what’s mine, just like you do.”

His cheeks flushed the prettiest moonberry red, and that smile… Moon help me.

Then Lain had to go ruin the moment by saying loudly, “Does this mean we aren’t going to fight anyone?”

I looked across the green and caught Kelvik’s eye again. He’d heard Lain, and he gave me a long look. And then he turned away.

“Not this time,” I said. “This time, we win softly.”

#ask ethari #ethari #runaan #jealousy stories #tdp ficlet #story time

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clonetrooper1403 · 4 years

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Star Wars Personal Canon

I recived a bounch of notes htat people liked my headcanon about the Episode IX Duel of fates, and many have being asking about other headcanons of mine, if you are interested in my opinion, I decided to give you how I like to see SW univers.

There is so much content so Ill just mencion those whose I am familiar. Including some media I decided to investigate myself.

PRE-PREQUELS ERA

-SWTOR Canon

-KOTOR Canon

The idea of an ARMY of Sith Lords fights against an ARMY of jedi knights is too awesome to be ignored, also the lore of the Old republic or the pureblood Sith specie. Besides, all that was 4000 years before the actual saga, so you can put it in without messing with the actual canon. And accepting this I also accept the “background” lore, like the Great Hyperspace War or the Rakata Empire

PREQUELS ERA

-PHANTOM MENACE Canon, expect for the midichlorians part, really, in there you are trying to explain MAGIC with SCIENCE and that just sound dumb…by extension, EVERY mention of the midichlorians are not canon for me…I just change it by “the force is strong in *insert subject in here*”

-ATTACK OF THE CLONES Canon

-REPUBLIC COMMANDO Canon…and it NEED a remake…or a sequel

-BATTLEFRONT 2 (PS2) Im afraid I cannot consider it canon, beside how much I LOVE the 501 trooper missions intros…in there the clones already know they would betray the jedi (was before canonized the chips lore) BUT I canonize how the still clones stormtroopers had to face a clone uprising in Kamino, that would explain why the new Stormtroopers will be recluted by civilians and indoctrinate

-THE CLONE WARS (3D SHOW) Canon

-CLONE WARS (ANIMATED SERIE) Even if I LOVE…LOVE I TELL YOU! the show and the animation, I can´t consider it canon…BUT there is some scenes that I consider it happened during the canon clone wars out of screen, like:

This guy:

Anakin Jedi Knight conversion

Anakin’s quest on Neelvan

Mace Windu being awesome

Grievous debout

Grievous kidnapping Palpatine (And Shaak Ti failure):

-REVENGE OF THE SITH Canon, but that also include a couple of deleted scenes:

Shaak Ti’s death for her failure:

Padme, Bail Organa and Mon Mothra secret meeting, being the firs “Rebel” Cell.

An early concept that showed Padme trying to kill Anakin with a dagger in Mustafar after realice what he did, I consider it a plus in Vader’s inner conflicts and remose.

ORIGINAL TRYLOGY ERA

-THE FORCE UNLEASHED Not canon Even if I liked the idea of Vader rising an apprentice in order to kill his master, I think comics and novels shows that plan much better and more subtle…beside, starkiller can lift star destroyers, and shows how HE created the rebellion. Too much power and value for just one guy

-JEDI FALLEN ORDER Canon

-REBELS Canon

-HAN SOLO MOVIE Canon

-ROGUE ONE Canon

-A NEW HOPE Canon

-EMPIRE STRIKES BACK Canon (But I can live without Leia and Luke kiss)

-RETURN OF THE JEDI Canon

-MARA JADE I dont know all the details in legends, but I kinda like the idea of a romance between a jedi an almost-sith (an inspiration for my ocs) so I consider a rival-lover relationship durin the first years after the defeating of the empire and Mara being an inquisitor or a backup Vader. Before her death in a redemption situation or something like that.

-AFTERMATH SAGA I didn’t read them, but I saw some critics and fragments, I kinda like the reasons why Palpatine created a plan B with the First Order (And even if their reasons are selfish and insane, it suits on him) and also there is some fragments that show what happened with some secondary characters, like Jar Jar, Boba Fett or The Rancor’s Beast master of Jabba’s Palace (The last one is actually a pretty cute story) So is mostly Canon for me despite how much I hate ROTS

SEQUELS ERA

-BATTLEFRONT 2 (2017) The Inferno squad campaing, beside plenty of fans didn’t enjoy it…I kinda like the characters (specially the Duros Shriv) adn the plot so is canon for me.

-MANDALORIAN Canon

-RESISTANCE Still have to watch it…but As I know, there is no reason for not consider it canon

-FORCE AWAKENS Canon

-LAST JEDI Canon, but I can’t take seriously Leia’s force pull in the void space…I...I just can’t

-RISE OF THE SKYWALKER No-Canon

-DUEL OF THE FATES by Colin Trevorrow Canon

OTHERS

-COMICS Of course this would be too long, but most of the comics (new canon and legends) are short tales of plenty different characters, protagonist and secondaries, so even if I would have to read and make a review one by one, I think I would consider it most of them canon.

- THIS BOOKS If you have the chance, read them, because is a great add to any SW fan and I consider them canon, specially the characters handnotes

-LIGHTSABERS AND KYBER CRYSTALS Legends showed much more diferent kind of lightsabers, not only the crossguard, double blade and curve handle…Im talking about lightspears, protoblades…even light tonfas…and I think is a really cool idea.

The color Kyber Cristal for me would include almost all the espectrum, yellow, White, orange, purple and pink being rare and Green and blue palettes being the most common.

The red palettes would be obtain only after corrupted a crystal, making it “bleed”.

So...ALL my SW content would be mostly based on this data...if you read untill here, thanks and hope you respect my choice.

May the force be with you.

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As The Dust Settles: Chapter 11 (Dabi x Geten Slowburn)

Previous Chapters: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

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Chapter 11: Tomura Shimura

“So, Shigaraki, what will you do now?” Garaki asked as the two walked down the path.

“You told me you could give me the power to destroy everything. I want it,” Shigaraki said.

“Very well, but first, let’s have another little chat. If I’m going to help you, I need to know what exactly you plan to achieve.” Garaki gestured to two chairs in front of a hive of screens.

Once the two sat down, Shigaraki opened, “I just said it. Destroy everything. I don’t need the army. I’ll send them to do some random shit, make the heroes think that I have some grand scheme. I don’t, that is, if you’re not lying about this experiment, I can do it all by myself.”

“I’ve told you, it works. Do you not remember?” Garaki said, slightly affronted.

Shigaraki let the silence hang at the chiding undertone and eyed the doctor. “I remember everything now. Everything.” He saw Garaki shrink slightly under his glare. It was unspoken, but what was implied passed between the two.

“I figured as much, judging from the awakening of your quirk,” Garaki murmured, unable to conceal a hint of nervousness. “Do you hate me and your sensei, Shigaraki?” A bead of sweat dripped down the doctor’s bald head.

Shigaraki didn’t answer at first. Instead he looked down at his repaired hand; it looked no different than the hands of Everyone. He took a deep breath. “My family is gone. I killed them. I’ve...I think I’ve accepted that. The weight of them is gone. Sensei is the only family I have left – That’s what I thought. So I don’t hate you or him, because you’ve raised me. But that’s the thing, isn’t it?”

Shigaraki looked up at the doctor. “The two of you raised me into a monster. Sensei’s monster. I’m both his student and his masterpiece. That disgusts me.”

Garaki sweat. “But you said–”

“I might hate you, but I still respect you for your help.” Shigaraki nodded as a mark of acknowledgment. “I hate Sensei now as much as I love him. So if you’re thinking I’ll break into Tartarus to release him, you’re wrong.”

“I – I see.”

Shigaraki continued with no relent. “I’m not following you, not Sensei, not anyone. I’m doing things my own way, and I have the League, the Liberation Army, and your help. So, doctor, tell me now, will you give it?”

Garaki was visibly stunned by this abrupt display of power, but he recovered with an expression Shigaraki could only define as admiration and a hint of fear. “You’ll have it, Shigaraki. The power you desire.”

“And what do you want in return? I assume the conversation would have led here at some point,” He said sharply.

Garaki did not answer for a few seconds. “Let me live.” Was Garaki’s simple reply. “I’ve no wish to die now. Not ever.”

Shigaraki nodded. “I’m sure that’s what the League wants too. I’m not stopping any of you.”

“And you? Don’t you want to live too, Shigaraki?”

Tomura Shigaraki smiled, an action society associated with happiness. But Tomura was not part of society. He smiled because he could not reconcile with the twisted emotions haunting him. Despite all that had happened, he would never be able to fill that hole in his heart. He smiled because he understood something the Garaki, All For One, and everyone else in the world could never comprehend. He understood that...

“Live or die, I will one day be watching the most beautiful horizon of oblivion alone, forever.”

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“Ah, so you’re the squad.” Dabi eyed the three men in front of him. “Glad to meet you. But I thought I had another three…?”

“The rest are scattered across the country. They may return if needed, but otherwise they were posted on Skeptic’s request.” One of them spoke up, his voice muffled by the skull mask he wore on his face.

“You’re Kami, right? Gasoline quirk?” Dabi asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t recall seeing any of you. Where were you guys the past week?”

“Each of us takes charge of a squadron in a province. We were just close enough to Deika City to return home for tonight,” Another spoke up, his head oddly shaped, more akin to that of a shark than a human. Charioteer, Dabi guessed.

“Which reminds us, we must go. It’s starting.” The third spoke. Shingu Takame, Beatdown. Dabi was stunned by how seemingly old he was. He could see the wrinkles around his face, and he was bald. Despite wearing a suit and tie, for whatever reason, Dabi could see his broad build. This is the person she was worried about. Why, though?

“Yeah, come on.” Dabi motioned for the rest to follow. The walk there was silent; Dabi found that the soldiers of the Liberation Front usually maintained a cold exterior. These guys are no different, he observed. Same as her.

He gritted his teeth, correcting himself. No, she’s a victim. Unless these guys were forced by Re-destro and those bastards too?

They reached the secret entrance to their underground meeting chamber. While the three congregated with the rest of the massive crowd, Dabi walked up the stairs and took his seat with the rest of the lieutenants, some arriving, some already present. He saw Re-destro sitting a few seats away from him, looking down at all the soldiers like a proud mother hen with that trademark smile of his he’d seen on TV.

He bit back a snarl, a part of him wanting to burn that smile off his face. Not now, he cautioned. Soon.

“Hey.” Compress’ voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Dabi looked at him as he sat down beside him. “What’re you looking at Re-destro for?”

“Don’t like him,” Dabi replied. It was a truth.

“You and Twice, huh? Jin still hasn’t forgiven him for what he did to Giran, but he’s restraining himself because of this alliance and Shigaraki’s orders.”

“What about you? You mean you ain’t pissed?” Dabi watched Re-destro get up from his seat and address the crowd, heralding the arrival of the Grand Commander.

“I don’t hold grudges, unless they ruin a performance of mine.” Atsuhiro leaned back on his seat, relaxing his arms on the armrests. “If we’re going to be working together, might as well forgive and forget.”

“That’s nice,” Dabi mechanically said, as Shigaraki emerged onto the stage. “I think I’ll pass on using the power of friendship.”

Compress sighed. “You gotta drop it with Apocrypha. She doesn’t seem so aggressive now, anyway. She did think you won that fight, didn’t she?”

Dabi saw the hooded girl in his peripheral, sitting quietly with her head drooping. Perhaps she was listening to Shigaraki giving his address, perhaps she was ignoring it in its entirety.

“Yeah,” he said sourly, recalling what he had seen in her diary. All thoughts of lording his “victory” over her died in that instant. “But it’s not her. It’s Re-destro.”

“I see. Well, don’t kill him like you tried with Apocrypha.” Compress turned to face Shigaraki’s form standing at the forestage. Dabi listened in to the remainder of Shigaraki’s speech as well.

“You know your regiment leaders. Train hard this week, because we’re starting the next Liberation Festival in the next. That’s all.” Having finished, Shigaraki turned around and walked backstage, to resounding applause and cheers.

Dabi caught a glimpse of Shigaraki’s expression. He was unsure of how to define it, but he recognised it well. As he walked through the tunnels out of the chamber, he kept coming back to that expression, that look on his leader’s face.

He knew that Shigaraki was lying. Something about what he said was false. That damn look on his face...

Dabi had wore that same expression before their last job. Before he realised it, Touya Todoroki’s memories resurfaced once more.

“You’ll cover me, right?” Touya said, looking at his mentor and partner.

Dabi looked at him. “I got you, don’t worry. Let’s go.” He had a look on his face, a calmness to it, but also something else behind it that Touya had noticed, but had not registered. A subtle side glance. A tensing of his lips.

Touya took a deep breath. His hands burned with orange fire, like the rising sun.

As Dabi leapt down from the roof, Touya followed.

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So uh, you probably have forgotten about this Dabi OC, which I introduced in another flashback in the earlier chapters. I didn’t bring him up since then because I wasn’t too sure how I wanted him to work in my story, but now that I have a clearer idea of the character, I’m putting him back in.

To sum up, there is Dabi, our MC, I.e Touya, and there is Dabi the OC. Yes, Touya took his name.

Thanks so much for everyone’s support, and if I could I’d like to mention Kerasion and Kannra in particular. It really brightened up my day.

Uh, thoughts about the chapter itself: This Shigaraki POV will probably be a rare, perhaps one-off scene, but I felt the need to address Shigaraki’s motivations and true plans for the PLF.

Moving forward, I’m hoping the relationship-building between the two MCs can finally begin, but also the politics within the PLF’s leadership won’t get better.

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RNM 2x07 - Como La Flor

Apologies for being so late this week!! Lots of translating to do, and research. Mucho gracias to @queenrikki for reviewing this one for me!

EPISODE SUMMARY:

OLD WOUNDS — Liz (Jeanine Mason) is forced to revisit a painful part of her past when her mother Helena (guest star Bertila Damas) shows up at the diner unexpectedly. Michael (Michael Vlamis) urges Maria (Heather Hemmens) to seek help after she experiences a strange vision, and Kyle’s (Michael Trevino) attempt to get Steph (guest star Justina Adorno) to open up doesn’t go as planned. Finally, Helena’s arrival in Roswell sends Rosa spiraling. Nathan Dean and Lily Cowles also star. Barbara Brown directed the episode written by Danny Tolli & Carolina Rivera (#207). Original airdate 4/27/2020.

DETAILS:

Max and Isobel both describing to Rosa how it feels to use (and control) your powers.

Isobel:

"Ground your intention. Feel the current running through your body, your hands guiding it with purpose."

Max:

"Okay, draw energy from your spine…"

Arturo on Rosa:

"I heard a little mouse crying in her room this morning."

Escamoles - like Liz says in the episode, they're ant larvae. One article I found called them "the Caviar of the Mexican desert".

Helena calls Liz "mi corazón", which means "my heart".

"Arturito, te ves bien."

Arturo, you look good.

Adding "ito" to someone's name in Spanish can both be positive or negative. It can refer to smallness or also tenderness (like an affectionate pet name).

@tasyfa pointed out that there was a little timeline error in this scene. Arturo says that he hasn't seen Helena in 7 years, since Jim Valenti's funeral, but last season it was established in 1x12 that Valenti died in 2014. Also, remember the show is a year behind reality right now, so it's still 2019. So off by 2 years.

The reason for Helena's visit - transferring her ownership of the Crashdown for Liz so that Liz can sponsor Arturo's residency for citizenship. I did a lot of research trying to understand and clarify why this is. Thanks to those who weighed in when I was struggling to find a clear answer. Eventually I reached out to Define American, the non-profit org that provides support to the show on racial and immigration related issues. Here's the response:

The short version is that Liz has to meet minimum income requirements in order to sponsor Arturo, because she has to be able to certify that she can financially support him. Since she's currently unemployed except for the Crashdown, transferring half of the ownership to her makes her a business partner and helps her to meet the income requirements.

The Spanish:

"¿Cuánto quieres, Mamá?"

How much do you want, Mama?

"She has a very thoughtful manicure."

If you don't understand, it's cool. I'm not going to explain here. Feel free to DM me though! I won't judge, promise!!

Narrative thread about Max's nightmare/memory continues from 2x03 and 2x06. Don't forget that 2x03 was just Isobel remembering it. Max was a hallucination. So when he brings it up here, it might be something they haven't discussed in a very long time.

The Spanish from Rosa on her red jacket:

"Eres una mujercita."

Basically translates to you're a little woman or young woman. I assume the "cita" is supposed to be diminutive here.

"Mom is an opportunist. If she found out she had a kid who came back from the dead she would use you to get to Anderson Cooper. And then she'd use him to promote her latest lounge singer gig."

"Isobel pays double. Becky tax."

A Becky, according to common colloquial use, is an annoying white woman, usually entitled and privileged.

Lead bartender quit..meaning there's a job opening at the Pony…hmm. Wonder if any of our characters need a job... 🤔

Maria's vision:

Michael drops the change

Flash to Kyle dropping his keys & bending down to pick them up.

Kyle staring into a bright light.

Maria shouting his name.

"My heart was broken. Liz ended things and a part of me died."

Max's story to Valenti… not all THAT far off from the truth.

Note: has anyone told him about Valenti investigating him? We know Liz and Isobel were questioned. Michael was present when Liz was questioned. Kyle knows the whole theory his mom was pursuing. And he just wanders in there like nothing happened?

"Try leading several short staffed investigations with the mayor breathing down your neck."

Another subtle reference to the mayor, including the election banners hung around town in S2 and his "anti-immigrant agenda" which was referenced in S1.

Max has been with the department since he was 18 - this is the first time we learned that. In 2x05 we learned he was there at 21. So that timeline has now been further clarified. Which also means he was hired during Jim Valenti's time as Sheriff.

"I need eyes on you at all times now."

Definitely implies a lack of trust, or possibly still wanting to keep an eye on him for the purpose of her investigation (not a fact, just a theory).

Steph tells Kyle that she's always hanging around the hospital because she's doing admin work for her dad.

"I'm starting to feel like you're a ghost who only I can see."

"Ask them if they can see me. Or if you were just talking to a ghost."

Note that ghosts have been a running theme this season with Rosa returning from the dead. This seems to be in line with that. Or are they subtly tying Steph to Rosa (I'm grasping at straws here, probably).

Liz leaves the safe on 3...but before she changes it is on 81. Helena leaves it on 78 after stealing the ring. Good continuity, RNM!

The whole "my mom hates cops" theme is a little confusing to me. I mean, it makes sense given what we know about Helena. Except that she had an affair with Jim Valenti, who was… a cop. And also an addict. Maybe it was different because they rehabbed together (just an assumption, not a fact). Or maybe the Jim experience contributed to her dislike of cops.

Liz...might be grasping at straws when she refers to police work as "something you love" to Max. He didn't exactly seem enamoured by the job when we first met him in Season 1.

First time we learn Max and Isobel's father's name. And it is… Dave. 🤔

The Spanish Helena uses when she meets Max:

"Pero que guapo estas."

But how handsome you are.

"Cuidado Arturito."

Careful, Arturo…

Helena found Liz and Diego's wedding registry online.

“Look there are medical reasons for non-drug-induced hallucinations - epilepsy, schizophrenia…”

“My mom has a degenerative brain disease. My grandma did too. I've always known I'd be next.”

Helena wanted to be Selena.

Which fits with Liz's lounge singer comment earlier.

And the "drunkenly singing in the car with your daughters in the backseat" fits with the story Liz and Rosa discussed in 2x02 about the car accident they got into as kids with Helena driving drunk.

Helena shows Liz her ten years sober chip, suggesting that she's been sober since Rosa died, but Rosa finds pills in Helena's car later in the episode. Oxycodone. The same drug that Rosa used to steal from her mom as a kid (which we learned about in 2x04) and the same drug that she and Kyle discussed when he was checking her health in 2x01.

During Helena's toast to Rosa:

Preciosa = precious

Rosa Linda… still not sure personally if this is a continuity error or a pet name. I’m inclined to go with a pet name. Throughout the whole episode Helena uses lots of pet names, nicknames, diminutives to address people. Rosa Linda may be just another version of this since Rosa's middle name was pretty well established as Helena in Season 1 between her grave, memorial pamphlet, etc.

Kyle calls attention to Steph's bandage on her arm. She says she gave blood, but it feels like she's evading.

Also she calls him McDreamy, which is a Grey's Anatomy reference. Kyle called himself McSexy (another Grey's nickname) in 1x08 as well.

Note: I've seen some people talk about the speech about his sick friend as being about Maria, but I think he's really talking about Steph. Or both, vaguely. He's certainly trying to get Steph to open up to him. Here's what he says:

"I just found out a friend of mine is sick. And I can't do anything to help her. And I hate feeling helpless."

Only after Steph puts her walls back up, does he gesture to Mimi's files.

The Spanish:

"Oh, ándale, gùero."

Ándale is like, go! Or let's go! Gùero we discussed earlier...basically white boy.

Por favor - please

Rosa's art that we first saw in 2x05 now looks finished:

Isobel's graffiti "In Pod We Trust"

Both Isobel and Rosa's graffiti:

Isobel's assessment of Rosa's art

"That's a black hole. An unstoppable force of destruction. And it's getting closer. I see a girl looking into her own doom. She thinks it's inevitable, that she can't stop it, but she can. See, she created it. That means she can destroy it."

Rosa on Isobel's efforts to help her:

"You and Max, you keep talking about harnessing emotion and grounding myself, right? But I can't do that. It is in my DNA to be screwed up. Literally. My mom's mentally ill. So, so am I. I was broken long before Noah did what he did. That's why he chose me to prey on. That's probably why he chose you too."

Maria on her grandmother:

"When I was a child my Grandma Patty was the only adult who understood my make-believe world. Thing is, I was six. So my favorite things about her were just illness, I guess…"

Maria on her mom:

"She was always kind of out there. By the time I realized it was more than that, I just became obsessed with money. Wanted to be able to take care of her. I invested everything Grandma Patty left me, and I worked, scrounged. It was about three days after my mom was finally fired from her job at the Pony, I bought the place."

Maria's blood does not contain the alien protein that Kyle found in the Pod Squad and Rosa after being in the Pod for a decade. (and yes, he actually said Pod Squad, which feels like an OG fandom victory)

"Look, there is one thing I noticed in your grandmother's file. Her insurance company is the same one that paid for my dad's cancer treatments...My dad got cancer because of an alien incident at Caulfield Prison. A fake insurance company established by Project Shepherd covered his bills."

"Okay so my grandmother got sick at the same alien prison where your mother died?"

More Spanish (there's lots of it this week).

Helena, when she gestures to the present:

"Abre tu regalo."

Open your gift.

Quinces is just slang for Quinceanera.

Just in case you're not familiar with quinceaneras (Liz's was also referenced in 1x02).

"Mija, me enseñas tus prom photos?"

Daughter, show me your prom photos.

Regarding the power outage. Liz thought it was Max. Max thought it was Rosa. But the wire is frayed, like it was cut or chewed through. So it wasn't alien power related. When Arturo finds the wire though, he says, "Must have been a little mouse." Which is how he referred to Rosa earlier in the episode. So the question is, does he actually think it was a mouse? Or does he think Rosa cut the wire? And if Rosa did cut the wire, then why? To distract them while she goes after her mom's car?

In the big Liz/Helena argument, Helena calls Max “a güerito cop”. Güero means white person, similar to the more commonly used gringo. But by adding the “ito” onto the end (like discussed before), Helena is basically diminuitizing Max. She’s using the “smallness” above to basically imply that he’s some white nobody.

“I may not be the PTA mom who made cookies for bake sales or hosted sleepovers, but I sacrificed everything to come to this country to give you a better life.”

This is...not actually true. Liz and Rosa are both natural born U.S. citizens, born in Roswell. So she didn’t “come to this country” for that reason. She was already here when Liz and Rosa came into the picture. And it’s not like she came pregnant with Rosa or anything, since Rosa is Jim Valenti’s daughter.

The ring that Helena took was ARTURO'S mother's ring. It wasn't even Helena's family's heirloom.

Liz and Arturo sharing flan for dessert. At the start of the episode before Helena arrived they discussed making flan for Rosa.

Arturo admits that he always knew the truth about Rosa's heritage. (*fistpump* that's one of my headcanons coming true).

"Rosa es mi hija, siempre y para toda la vida."

Rosa is my daughter, always and for life.

"Maybe you're right. I am playing the hero. Just like you're playing the politician's perfect arm candy. See, I did a little digging. And your boyfriend, Dirk-- he ran for city council. It's very impressive. But there's no mention of your daughters. I'm guessing Dirk doesn't even know about Liz or Rosa. Does he know anything about you, Helena? 'Cause it would be such a shame if he found out about a little town called Roswell."

Helena gives Max the ring, but keeps the box… maybe that's what Helena really wanted?

Huevos = eggs. Basically, slang for balls.

"I know that face. You uncovered a massive conspiracy."

"I checked the Caulfield drives. No sign of a Patricia DeLuca, but there was a Patricia Harris. Her maiden name. She signed up to participate in an experimental trial. Government was interested in weaponizing alien abilities. They wanted to create super soldiers. Your grandma was one of the first human subjects."

"Kind of wish I was an alien instead."

"What happened to the experiment?"

"It was a total failure. Caulfield shut it down in the '70s after people started dying. I don't understand how your grandmother got involved."

"I do. Henrietta Lacks, Tuskegee, Holmesburg. The DeLucas aren't the first black people to be secretly experimented on."

Highly encourage you to read these if you're unfamiliar with any of these references. It's African-American history (and really a black mark on U.S. history) that's rarely taught in schools.

Henrietta Lacks:

Tuskegee:

Holmesburg:

Reality versus Maria's flashes… great gifset by @rosaortecho on this here:

Kyle rips his jacket, staggers out to the parking lot, drops his keys, and is almost hit by a car, but Michael throws him out of the way with his powers (and Kyle still ends up injured because he lands on a glass bottle).

"Now that we know your illness is related to Caulfield we can find a cure for it."

"Maybe it's not an illness. I saw the future today, Guerin. When I first found out Grandma Patty was experimented on, I was furious. But what if my genetic inheritance isn't just injustice? It's also actual superpowers. Saved a life today. And not just any life-- Kyle Valenti's. Tomorrow he's gonna turn around and save five more lives."

Liz and Rosa's dueling big sister act is super fascinating. Rosa admits that she wasn't going to burn the car, and then she saw Liz crying, felt helpless, and that's when her powers went all wacky and caused it to explode.

Meanwhile, Liz has spent the whole episode trying to keep Rosa safe from Helena, and is trying to comfort her here by talking about Helena's sobriety.

But--Rosa stole Helena's pills, so she knows Helena is not sober, and she doesn't tell Liz that. Why? To protect her.

At some point these two should probably stop keeping secrets to protect each other and start actually sharing what they know.

Kyle stitches himself up.

Steph quoted in this scene:

"I was up in the gallery contemplating American downfall thanks to progressive socialism."

"People tend to bail when things get real. I'm not into that."

Cameron's car was impounded a couple hours away.

Max is turning in his badge and gun and is turning down desk duty to search for Cam.

Isobel and Michael's discussion at the Pony:

"Do you think that Noah chose me because I was already broken?"

"I think you are the only one of us who ever keeps it together."

"I'm serious, Michael. The night that drifter attacked me, why am I the only one who started blacking out? I mean, Max literally murdered a man, but I'm the one who breaks?"

"You were traumatized. We were kids. At that age, trauma gets etched on to your soul."

"But what if it's not in my soul? What if it's in my DNA? Look, my whole life, I've played Stepford wife, because I thought that's what I was supposed to do. But...I need to understand myself now. I need to know where I'm from. And if I don't know who my biological parents are, how am I ever gonna know who I really am?"

"What are you saying, Iz?"

"I know that we said we shouldn't look into the past, but…"

"It keeps pulling you back. Me too. I spent my whole life thinking I'd build a ship and blast off into the ether. And then the minute I decide to leave that all behind and focus on this good thing in front of me, I'm sucked back in. Maria's family was experimented on at Caulfield. I need to find out more so I can find a cure for her illness."

Rosa takes one of her mom's pills. 😭

MUSIC:

1. Cactus Groove "This World"

2. Shelly Fairchild "Drive"

3. Mathis Hunter "Mrs. Vinegar"

4. Big Stone City "Good For Zero"

5. Big Stone City "Way Down Below"

6. Selena "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom"

7. Elizabeth Moen "Best I Can Do"

8. Wagons "Keep Coming Back"

9. AG "Where Is My Mind" (Pixies Cover)

#roswell new mexico #details #rnm season 2 #episode details #long post #rnm 207 #como la flor

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moonythemoody · 5 years

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The Arcade Token

“I want mine on my left ring finger.” He said this quickly, but calmly. Eddie raised a quizzical eyebrow “Your ring finger?” Richie nervously pushed his glasses up and blinked at Eddie. “Yeah, I'm married to the game.”

AKA 18 year old Richie and Eddie get matching tattoos.

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"Are you sure you want to do this with me?" The voice of his best friend brought Eddie out of his own intrusive thoughts. "Yeah, I'm sure, it's just.." He trailed off, eyeing the tattoo artist and his equipment. Everything about this place felt dirty. Richie had assured him that he'd never had an issue with the guy, and that everything had healed nicely before. "I just really don't want to get a skin disease from this. Not for a tattoo of an arcade token at least. If I ever got a skin disease from a tattoo, I'd want it to be something different."

Eddie had never actually thought about getting a tattoo. The idea was brought up by Richie to the rest of the Losers. He wanted everyone to get matching tattoos before they left Derry. This was suggested back in March when Richie had turned 18. Now it was September, and everyone but Eddie had backed out. Every time someone backed out, Richie had made a point to joke about how everyone but him was a pussy, but Eddie could tell it was making him sad. They didn't want to leave each other behind, but they definitely needed to get out of this godforsaken town. Enough was enough, after that clown bullshit, Eddie would've been happy to move right then.

“I bet you'd get a tattoo of a heart that says mommy, wouldn't you? I would too, I love your mom.” Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled at the sleeve of his sweater nervously. The jokes about his mom were so old, but he knew Richie was just trying to calm him down. “Seriously, stop talking. I'm going to go first so I can just get this over with.” Eddie plopped down in the chair in front of the tattoo artist who began to lay his work out in front of him. Eddie had decided to get his on the inside of his right wrist. The little token was drawn out on some transfer paper and then was applied to his skin. The artist brought out the tattoo gun and looked at Eddie for confirmation. Eddie nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. Turning towards Richie who sat on a stool to his left he breathed in sharply as the needles met with his sensitive skin.

Richie leaned towards his friend and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You doing okay there Eds?” He asked quietly. Eddie peeked through his eyes to look at Richie, whos glasses had fallen down towards the tip of his nose when he leaned forward. Almost instinctively, he lifted his left and to push the glasses back to their regular spot on the bridge of the boys nose. “I'm okay, it just hurts.” He hissed when the gun pressed too hard on his wrist. His hand, still hanging in the air between he and Richie squeezed into a tight fist. Richie reached up and grabbed Eddie's arm and brought his hand into his own. “It's alright! It's halfway done!” He smiled and looked over at Eddie's exposed right wrist. The tattoo artist sat up, looking between his reference object and the work he had done so far. “You're doing much better than your friend did. Although, he did get his first tattoo right on his chest.” Eddie looked from the artist to Richie and then back again. “He has a tattoo on his chest?” His head snapped back to Richie, “Did you actually get a heart with my moms name in it on you?” Richie laughed and shook his head. “You wish. Shut up and pay attention to yourself, he's almost done.”

As the stinging sensation formed a final circle around the details of the tattoo, Eddie squeezed Richies sweaty palm in his once more before letting go. He looked down and smiled at the small reminder of his childhood and his best friends. “Woah! It's awesome!” He watched as his wrist was wiped down and wrapped in plastic wrap. He knew that wasn't going to stay on for very long, no matter what Richie or this guy said.

Richie took the seat next. “I want mine on my left ring finger.” He said this quickly, but calmly. Eddie raised a quizzical eyebrow “Your ring finger?” Richie nervously pushed his glasses up and blinked at Eddie. “Yeah, I'm married to the game.” Eddie reached over to smack his shoulder, but instantly regretted it, seeing as how he used the same arm that had just been stabbed a million times with tiny needles. Richie sat through the same process, but barely flinched. Eddie felt embarrassed to offer his hand to someone so collected, but he offered anyways. Richie nodded and grabbed is hand, he was shaky and holding onto him tightly. Eddie smiled and admired his tattoo.

He wouldn't admit this to anyone, but Eddie was really happy that the other boys had backed out. Eddie had been his friend longest, so it was special to have something between the two of them. Never mind the subtle flirting they had been doing for years.. Or at least, that's what Eddie had thought it was, he'd always thought Richie was cute. His never ending collection of Hawaiian shirts, his block glasses and the hair that got shaggier every year just spoke to Eddie. And although he was a trashmouth, and made awful jokes about his mother, Eddie had kind of hoped he and Richie would go away from Derry together.. But that was crazy.. If he ever spoke a word of this to anyone, they'd shut him out, so he would try his hardest to let go of everything to save his friendship.

Richie breezed through his tattoo like it was nothing. After paying, the two of them walked out of the shop, and down the street. It wasn't until they'd gotten to the light that Eddie realized he had left his fanny pack with his inhaler by the chair. Richie offered to go get it, but Eddie was determined to talk to the tattoo artist one more time.

Richie had changed the subject of his first tattoo far too quickly, Eddie was dying to know what ridiculous thing he'd gotten, and figured that the artist would remember. He pushed the door open when he got to the shop and the guy from earlier looked up, and nodded to the table where the bag was waiting. Eddie went to grab it and stopped at the artist, trying to get his inhaler out. “What was my friends first tattoo?” He put the bag on the counter and the guy scratched his head. “It's gonna take a second to come back to me, but it was something weird.” Eddie pulled his blue inhaler out of the bag and took a puff of it. The guy across the counter looked at the inhaler and pointed. “Oh! It was something like that! But he had me put a ribbon around it that said loser or something.” Eddie froze with the inhaler at his lips. “Oh, neat. Okay thanks!” Eddie grabbed the bag and ran out of there, taking another puff as he ran out of the shop. His cheeks were burning red when he got back to Richie.

“Dude slow down! You look like you're about to pass out!” Richie grabbed him by his shoulders and looked at him, searching for an answer to the panic Eddie seemed to carry. “Are you okay?” His grip seemed to tighten a little as he waited for an answer from the boy in front of him. Eddie had to think of something, and he had to think of it fast. “Uh, I saw them cleaning up blood and it was really close to my bag, so I just want to get home and clean this.” Richie sighed and released his shoulders. “Don't scare me like that! I thought you were about to die.”

Eddie trailed behind Richie and grinned softly. Richie had a tattoo dedicated to Eddie, and Eddie was going to find the perfect moment to hold that over him..

That perfect moment wouldn't come for another 22 years.

“Yeah, I just added Ryu to the squad” Richie was sitting at the table with the other Losers. It had been way too long, but he was happy to be back with them.. Even if they were back to kill that fucking clown. “I just started getting tattoos of my favorite video game characters and I just kept going. I guess that arcade tattoo really started something for me.” Richie looked over at Eddie, remembering the matching token he had on his wrist. “How's yours Eddie? Add anything to your arm?” Eddie looked down at his covered wrist. “No.” He muttered “I actually got it removed.”

Richie's face fell. “Oh.. Really?” He tried not to take it too personally. Richie didn't even remember that his tattoo had a twin until an hour ago, it certainly didn't change the fact that he was disappointed. “That's okay man, I shouldn't have asked anyone to join me in the first place. I was already used to it.” He laughed a little and put his hand over his heart where his first tattoo was placed. “I picked a stupid spot for my first.” Eddie's head snapped up, it was coming back to him. The other Losers looked around the table at each other, Bev was the first to ask. “What is your first tattoo, Richie? I wasn't here, so I've never been told.” Richie could feel his face heat up. All eyes were on him. “Come to think of it, you never showed me either, Rich.” Mike chimed in. Bill and Ben nodded in agreement.

“Oh c'mon guys, you're really going to pressure me into flashing you all in the middle of a restaurant?” They all nodded. Eddie leaned in closer to Richie. “What, are you going to be a pussy about it, or should I just tell them what we both know?” Richie's eyes flash over to Eddie, he's confused, he's never told anyone in this group what his first tattoo was. It had been such a well kept secret! But he was also terrified, the tone in Eddie's voice sent a chill down his spine. What the hell does he know? His mind was racing, How would he have found out? Richie tried to remember what had happened that day, but Eddie spoke again. “He never got a tattoo on his chest. He just said he did to try and get all of us to join him.” The panic hadn't entirely dissipated, but he was pleased to know he wouldn't have to show everyone what he had gotten. “You got me!” He laughed, holding his hands up in the air in surrender.

What the fuck?

Richie spent most of the night trying to remember their visit to the tattoo shop, but he couldn't for the life of him remember. Everyone left the restaurant and headed back to the boarding house. Richie sat at his desk in his room, trying to go over material for his tour in the coming weeks, but his mind kept wandering. He couldn't stop remembering how it felt to hold Eddie's hand that day. He couldn't stop remembering how he got the token on his ring finger, hoping to make a statement. “Oh for the love of god, I'm so stupid!” Richie spoke out loud. He leaned forward with his head in his hands until he heard a knock at the door. “Richie? It's Eddie, can I come in?”

Richie looked at the door and froze. He opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. He stood up, adjusted the papers on his desk and walked over to the door. He took a deep breath before reaching for the cold door knob and pulling the door open. “Hey Eds, whats up?” He smiled and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Eddie smiled “I wanted to talk to you about something.” Richie nodded and gestured for him to come into his room. “What can I do for ya, Spagheds?” Eddie closed the door behind him, he was fidgety, which wasn't unusual, but he seemed extra nervous. “I know what your first tattoo is, and I need you to show it to me before I say my next thing.”

Richie was shocked, Eddie knew? “No way you know, you're trying to trick me.” Eddie raised an eyebrow “It's my blue fuckin inhaler. Show me damn it.” Richie felt the color drain from his face. He knew? How did he know? Richie fumbled with the neck line of his shirt and pulled it down to the left so Eddie could see the tattoo. It was the blue inhaler alright, with the word Loser with the bright red v over the s under it. Richie looked down at his feet and frowned. “I guess you know that now, huh?” Richie looked up at Eddie for some sort of sign.

What he got was certainly not what he expected. Eddie lunged forward and kissed him, full force on the mouth. His lips were desperate to communicate to Richie what his heart had felt for years. Eddie grabbed his best friend by the shoulder and went to pull down his shirt collar too. “Right after you left, I went and got this.” Eddie had gotten a tattoo of Richie's old glasses, his tattoo also sported the Loser/Lover word. Richie looked from the tattoo to Eddie and back again. “You did this... For me?” He spoke just above a whisper. “Of course I did, doofus. I've loved you since I was thirteen.” Richie beamed “Even when I did the British guy thing?” He could feel his eyes prickling with tears “Especially when you did the British guy thing.” Eddie grabbed his face and kissed him again. “I should probably mention that I never actually got the token taken off. Myra wanted me to, but I just covered it up with my watch whenever we were married.” The pair smiled at each other and leaned back in for another kiss. Eddie knew what he wanted his next tattoo to be, if only Richie hadn't gotten his arcade token on his left ring finger, maybe they could match.

#Reddie #Richie Tozier #it chapter 2 #it chapter ii #reddie fic

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contrabbandieridivilla · 5 years

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couple tag game

thanks to the loveliest @edonori for tagging me🌻 skamit may die but incantava is immortal!! also i know you tagged me like a week ago it’s just i haven’t logged on here in forever so yeah im sorry:/

Rules: answer this 20 questions about the couple below and then tag other people

Couple: Incantava

1. When did you start to ship them? as soon as the cast was announced but i didnt watch s1 live because i was super busy with exams all of april and may and travelled the first two weeks of june so i only caught up when i got back during the summer but yeah as soon as i saw the cast i just knew

2. How much do you ship them 1-10? that’s not a thing you can’t put a number on i’m sorry

3. Why do you ship them? ¡sappy alert! so first off i see myself way too much in ele so where ever her heart goes i follow and support but also they are both probably the loneliest souls in their surroundings and they keep hiding that so others wouldn’t know and they don’t open up to others easily but they work so well together that they were able to find each other and do the very thing that scares them most and now they’re each other’s family and i think that’s beautiful

4. My opinion: I don’t like them / they’re meh / they’re okay / I like them / I love them / I’m obssesed / They own my heart / they’re my otp (i will die for them.) (and kill too probably)

5. Favorite scene? wohoho okay uhmm so from s1: sei bellissima cazzo like i don’t think you can even understand how- like they- she- he- yeeeaahhh👉👈 but then from s3 it’s the sleepover clip, i dont care what came after i dont care about anything else and i remember the breakdowns in my groupchat the very moment he started singing

6. Favorite quote? hai copiato il look di Luca Scamarcio | ciao mi chiamo Edoardo Incanti e mi fate tutti un po’ schiffo | Communque... hai veramente dei capelli di merda | “sono talmente innamorata di edorado che -” dammi il telefono | possiamo andare dove vuoi, in spagna, in turchia, a parigi | sei bellissima cazzo | che cazzo te ridi and so many more but i have to stop myself or else

7. Favorite social media post? because of some truly unfortunate events we don’t have much content from them so i would have to say that instagram story col’ gelato:))

8. An underrated moment of them? i have two. and they aren’t scenes or clips but really just instants and i think they are underrated because... you see when working with a william character it’s very easy to slip up and make the character and the relationship abusive. however these two teeny moments do just the oposite they are written and worked into the show as a very subtle way to create a softer edo, or a “sottone” as the italian language puts it so perfectly. the 8 seconds between c’è un’ultima cosa and sei bellissima cazzo. the breath he takes, he looks away and looks nervous and that just humanizes both him and the phrase... it’s not something that he uses with everyone and even if he does those three little moments make the viewer understand that for him ele is not like the others instead of sounding like some mechanism and then you have edo’s face expressions when texting ele in tre, due, uno for the same reasons and you see that he cares for her and is happy and i realise this is like a paragraph but i love doing character and scene analysis so i just let myself loose haha

9. The most heartbreaking moment? “ops” andr*a di merdaaaaaa

10. Funniest moment? tisanina? limone o zenzero? and un bacio ofc oh and i’m rereading before posting and that moment at the end of e1 when they slide the box of cookies back and forth and ele finally reaches for it

11. The song that reminds you the most of them? uhm all of them? but probably mine by offenbach

12. Favorite change they made from the og? ele telling edo what happened instead of andr*a and ele not falling on the floor and all the other ones mentioned above in this post

13. Something you wish to see from them? domestic. we never got to see that with the og because of the extra drama but yeah like edo sort of being part of the girl squad and ele sort of being a villa dude that whole thing

14. Favorite moment in s1? sei bellissima, cazzo are you surprised?

15. Favorite moment in s2? “pensavo piovesse sempre e si mangiasse di merda” “si impara anche l’inglese, dicono serva” i just- exCUSE MEE did you just-

16. Favorite moment in s3? when she was seated on the counter in e3 and couldn’t stop laughing because girl samesies and also she was soo puuureee

17. What do you love the most about them? that they are so different yet so similar... if that makes sense

18. What do you miss the most about them? their shitty banter and roasts but like everything... i miss them so much it hurts

19. Any headcanons? i like to think that this summer was the best they had and they took so many pictures everywhere around the world but also that edo and filo became best buddies because of not what’s even the point

20. Random thought about them? their level of banter is on a level i can only aspire to reach with anyone in my life but have you seen their smiles???

i am tagging: anyone who wants to it:))

#i was tagged #incantava #can you tell i like sei bellissima cazzo? because i rly dont #i mean obviously #thank you so much for tagging me this was so fun:)

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alexisborchardt · 5 years

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I’m sure I speak for a million people when I say that @taylorswift has a way of writing an album that perfectly narrates my life. This can be said for most people who started following Taylor around her first album. School “romances” of the boy who will never notice you (Invisible), first rejections (A Perfectly Good Heart) and friendships that seemed like they’d last forever (Only Me When I’m With You).

As I grew, Taylors songs grew, covering first “kinda” boyfriend (Fearless/Love Story/Our Song/You Belong With Me) and break up that felt like the end of the world(White Horse/Forever and Always/Breathe/The Way I Love You/Teardrops On My Guitar/Should Have Said No...it was a good break up album) we also got the best Mother’s Day song for the rest of our lives (The Best Day) where lyrics change meaning with age.

Jump to Speak Now where I met first *real* boyfriend (Enchanted/Mine/Sparks Fly) and break up....(Rocked OUT to Haunted more times than I could count) crying my eyes out at “I’ll keep up with your old friends just to ask them how you are.....hope it’s nice where you are” (Last Kiss) only to get back together and break up again over the next 7 years. Also got the most amazing Senior Send off song (Long Live) which I convinced my friends to do our Senior dance to!

RED was the PERFECT college album. I wasn’t quite 22 yet but every night felt like a perfect night. In between the break ups (Red/I Almost Do/WANGBT) there was hopes of new relationships (State of Grace/Everything Has Changed) with new beginnings (Begin Again) that led me back to old heart break again and again (The Last Time/Sad Beautiful Tragic/All Too Well). Taylor was there for all of it.

Towards the end of college 1989 appeared at got me ready to take on a new chapter. (Shake It Off) still able to jam out to the relationship that was always ending (This Love/I Wish You Would/Out of The Woods) and my second “real” boyfriend in between that was it’s own kind of complicated(I Know Places). Taylor shared her life openly, making me crave my own #squad and picture perfect relationship. Though I knew New York wasn’t my end game I listend to the song as my way to escape the Midwest I knew I’d leave behind (WTNY).

Then I moved to San Francisco for my first real job, ended up alone and unfamiliar places. I ended things quickly with second boyfriend realizing that may not have been my “Romeo” but in my loneliness reached out to old boyfriend and in a word...settled. I started to make friends and Taylor went quiet I still didn’t feel right with my choices in love or friends and started to question San Francisco at all. In July of 2017 I broke up with on again off again for real and a boy I thought only thought of me as a friend dropped not so subtle hints that he was interested in knowing me more (Gorgeous...but I didn’t know it yet) Our first date was August 17th 2017 and that weekend Taylor deleted EVERYTHING.

We started our new chapters at nearly the exact same time, though hers was technically a year before mine just in secret. LWYMMD dropped and my brand new no label discussed yet boyfriend let me watch it daily, multiple times a day. He’d play it the second I got in the car, he knew Taylor had always been there and this was no different. Reputation came at a time of this new relationship that I never thought was possible but was the greatest thing to every happen to me (Delicate/Call It What You Want). It let me reflect on myself for being untrue in relationships in the past (Getaway Car/ I Did something back) realize the friendships that were draining (TIWWCHNT) and the ones absolutely worth keeping (NYD)

I’ve lived the last two years in an amazing relationship that is 100% “the end of all the endings” and really in love with life and love and what does Taylor release? Lover. An album that tells a love story so beautiful that you can’t help but cry when you hear it. This could not have come at a more perfect time. I want to go into a deeper anlysis of what the album means to me but I just wanted to write this open love letter to Taylor and to Lover and all that she’s created in the past 13 years for me and everyone who’s been graced by her talent. But now I 100% have to go to bed.

Thanks for reading/skimming/stopping by. I’m excited to go head first in to the loving community of Tumblr Swifties <3

#taylor swift #taylurking #reputation #taylornation #lover #1989 #red #speak now #fearless #daylight #step into the daylight and let it go #swifties #my story

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