#rewritten with the three of them being in a relationship already

[dgcatanisiri]

I saw a critique of Picard season three put forward as "a story about how only boomers can save the day from the bad thing," and... I can see it, I'm not saying that it's an invalid critique, but at the same time, I don't think it's altogether fair.

Like, for one, I feel like if there's any age-based or generational-base of the storytelling, it's in the realm of "being old does not mean you have nothing to contribute." Which is kind of a big deal when most of the time in media, you see Hollywood specifically trying to draw in and appeal to the demographics of youth, to hook them in and hold them for life. Meanwhile, Picard centered on a character in his nineties played by an actor in his eighties, and aside from Jack Crusher and Sidney La Forge, every major character and actor in the season was older than forty, at least, with the TNG cast all over sixty, with only two under seventy.

It's a pretty big deal, especially when you remember that the last time that Star Trek was directly addressing the aging of its cast, the characters involved were in the fifty/sixty range, and talking like they were near the end of their years of being able to contribute something, that they'd come to the end of their road and were just going to fade away soon after. So while the TNG characters weren't necessarily on the front line and acting as line officers, doing the day to day field work, they were also very clearly shown as being able to contribute to the world they lived in, being able to make the difference.

Plus the framing of Seven of Nine, I feel, makes a refutation of the idea as well - she is, despite being a returning character we the audience already knew, at the head of the "new generation," we see that throughout her framing, particularly in her relationship with Shaw. Not just with her advancement to captain, but also in particular in that last message from Shaw in the finale, where he acknowledges that he's representative of the old ways standing in her way and that if she's writing a new book, it's because the old one needs to be rewritten.

Now, maybe you could look at this in like a "boomers versus millennials/Gen Z" thing, but - and maybe it's just my general trend towards optimism, particularly in my Star Trek - but what I see is NOT generational conflict, but more of a call for generational UNITY. Y'know, the first half of the season, we saw how Sidney's faith and trust in Seven helped save the Titan, because she respected Seven to call her by her name, stopping the infiltrator. Although it was part of the Borg hijack, Jack's connected nature helped to save the day multiple times. And Seven also trusted that Picard and crew could do something against the Borg.

Hell, I could even take this further, and call this a metaphor AGAINST generational conflict, that it's saying that others will try to use generational differences to divide and disrupt, and we need to overcome that - this is something I KNOW I've seen talked about plenty on Tumblr, how we have all this stuff trying to pit millennials and Gen Z against one another, in the same way that millennials and the baby boomers are. That this is an effort by the forces of power (power that goes beyond generation) to keep the masses divided against one another so that they aren't a threat to that power structure.

Because sure, the Supercube and the Borg Queen were destroyed by the TNG crew flying in and saving the day, but Seven and company retook the Titan and held off the assault on Earth long enough that they could do that without Earth and the Federation falling, and a major point is that Jack had to CHOOSE to leave the Collective, that it had to be his decision. Everyone had to work together for that happy ending, rather than alone.

Maybe I am being overly optimistic and taking the best faith interpretation at the expense of something else being involved and at play... But then, isn't that something that Star Trek has always tried to ENCOURAGE, to believe the best in things?

#dg rambles #star trek meta #star trek #star trek picard

[so-long-soldier-writes]

One Month Later

kai parker x bonnie bennett

the long overdue sequel to Seventy-Two Hours with Kai Parker (here) (ao3)

summary: one month after the wedding and the bond brings some challenges bonnie's not sure she's ready to tackle. luckily, kai is there to help her through it.

tags: dubcon relationship, love / sex spell, bonding, weird coven lore, panic attacks, pregnancy, small line of kai mentioning su1cide as a solution to his problems, heretic mentions

word count: 3.1k

a/n: I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this chapter, but I've rewritten it three times and this is the best draft. I'm trying to still follow the original request, while writing up to the expectations of the readers who loved the first chapter, so I hope it's well-liked! Also, this could, potentially, have a 3rd chapter. It was supposed to be a one-shot, then it became 2 chaptered, but now it could be 3. Depends on the will of the people (my readers).😄

A month later, Bonnie’s friends are still having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that she’s dating Kai Parker, of all people. Damon, especially, is flabbergasted. Elena, Matt, and Stefan are perturbed. And Alaric and Tyler and their respective girlfriends have had trouble speaking to Bonnie at all. On a good note, Caroline did pull her aside once and sympathize with the young witch, reminiscing on her fling with Klaus, but aside from her, no one’s even tried to understand. 

The girl can’t seem to get why. She knows his bad past, knows he did a lot of harm and wrecked a lot of havoc, but who in Mystic Falls hasn’t at some point? Since the wedding, Kai’s treated her well. Scratch that, he’s treated her like a princess. He’s had less instances of outbursts and has begun to listen to her when she tells him he needs to calm down. Kai’s far from perfect, of course, but she finds herself growing to love him more and more every day. 

Not to mention, aside from love, they have something else that brings them together. 

The baby. 

Bonnie hasn’t felt movement from it yet - nor has she heard a heartbeat - but she already feels emotionally attached to the life growing inside her. 

She can tell Kai is, too, the way he is with her belly, not even showing. 

Every morning without fail, he wakes up with his head beside her belly. One palm rests upon her skin, while the other is somewhere else on her, usually holding her hand. As soon as his eyes flutter open, he presses kisses to her stomach, then lets his lips trail upward to her neck, then face. She smiles. For the first time in a while, she doesn’t find herself dreading mornings when she wakes up. Now, she knows Kai will protect her, from both the dangers of Mystic Falls, and from the manipulations of her enemies. And believe it when she says it, there are a lot of instances of that. 

This morning, Kai’s kisses are more firm. Rushed, slightly, and pressed deeper into her skin. He’s anxious about something, she can tell. 

It takes a moment to get him to talk, but eventually, he spills. 

“I think it’s time to announce you to the coven,” he pauses, kissing her again, “tell them we’re together. That you’ll be leading them alongside me.”

“How do you think they’ll take it?”

He smiles. “Not well. Of course, Bennetts are highly regarded by our coven; it’s the me part of it they won’t like. They’ll probably come down on you for being with me, but I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Would they try? To hurt me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t expect my father to try to kill Jo when he learned I could escape the prison world, but according to Damon, he did.”

Bonnie tenses, suddenly afraid of the man. 

Kai picks up on her anxiety and kisses her stomach again. “He won’t hurt you, I won’t let him,” he repeats. “We’ll make no mention of the bond or the baby, and I’ll put a protection spell on you. Even if he tries, it’ll just bounce off and ricochet back onto him.” Kai then laughs. “That would be pretty entertaining.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Are you?” He asks in return, gaze slightly challenging. 

Bonnie hesitates for a second, but then a sharp feeling in her gut has her crying out. “Ah!” She winces in sudden pain. 

“Bon? Are you okay?” Kai’s quick to put his hand on her forehead, feeling for warmth. Her temperature’s normal, though, so the symptom must be a side effect of the bond spell, squashing her moment’s hesitation. 

“I’m okay,” she says between clenched teeth. The pain eases up slowly. “I think it’s time, too.”

That night, the Scull Bar is closed to the public for a meeting of the leaders of the Gemini Coven. The elders are present, as well as past leaders, and Kai and Bonnie. Liv is there to serve them drinks, though Bonnie knows she’s mostly there to lurk. Kai says she has no business attending unless the matter concerns her, and today, it certainly does not. 

When the pair walk in, hand-in-hand, Joshua immediately bites his cheek. But it’s the elder, Jakob, who speaks first.

“Company? You know the rules, Malachai. No one accompanies in attendance unless the matter concerns.”

Bonnie almost chuckles, considering Kai said those words verbatim just an hour earlier. 

“Yeah?” Kai challenges back. “Then explain Liv up there.”

They all look up to the curly-haired blonde clearly eavesdropping from the second floor. When she notices them staring, she flees. 

“She’s serving us tonight.”

“Sure.”

“Please explain the role of your guest here tonight.  You must have a good reason for bringing her along.”

“Yeah, I do. She’s going to lead with me.”

“What?” The elder spits.

Kai’s father steps forward, jaw tense, and Bonnie fights the urge to step back. “State her name.”

“Bonnie Bennett,” he answers, trying not to smirk as his father’s confidence flinches. 

“A Bennett witch?”

“Granddaughter of Sheila Bennett,” the girl replies. 

“Sheila was a friend of ours,” another stands from his chair, “she helped us put him away. You betray your own grandmother?!”

“Sit!” Jakob yells at the other. “Control your tongue.”

“Apologies.”

“You really choose him, of all people with whom you could marry and grow old?”

“I have,” she states, as Kai told her she’d have to say.

Granted, the wording is definitely different from usual announcements. One that Kai witnessed when he was a teenager was much calmer in the declarations. Much less accusatory. 

You have chosen him, with whom you will marry and grow old?

None of this challenging wording that Kai’s not appreciating. As if he’s trying to make Bonnie out to be a fool. His posture tenses. 

“And you have realized you will have to produce a set of twins to lead the next generation?”

“I have.”

“And you’ve realized you’re choosing to be with a siphon who could drain and kill you at any moment?” Jakob asks, eyes black.

“That’s not part of it,” Kai starts, getting angrier by the minute.

Bonnie grabs his arm comfortingly. “He’s not going to hurt or kill me. But yes, I have realized he’s a siphon, and that doesn’t change the way I feel.”

The man chuckles. “Alright, then. You have been announced.”

As soon as the words leave the man’s lips, Joshua tugs on his sleeve. 

Jakob turns, “yes?”

“Are you out of your mind?! This cannot be allowed.”

“I can’t do anything about it! She has agreed.”

“Malachai is dangerous enough on his own. He does not need a Bennett witch alongside him. Figure something out!”

“I wish I could do something, but I cannot! We must follow tradition, have you forgotten?”

“Tradition is also to kill or imprison every siphon, because they do not have a place within us.”

“Well, unfortunately, thanks to your genes, may I add, the siphon line survived and now your own son has climbed his way to the top. This is your problem now. If he dies, we all do.”

“And to my understanding,” Bonnie interrupts the men, “you need a Bennett witch to do the prison world spell. And I’m the only Bennett witch still around.”

Joshua glares at her. “Your mother…?”

“Is a vampire,” she finishes, “and since there’s no siphons in my line, she’s just a vampire. No more magic. So good luck.”

Kai’s flooded with a sense of pride for her. Her confidence, lack of hesitation, and defiance toward his father. “And might I point out, Jakob’s already announced us. You’re powerless now, father.” He cocks his head. “How does it feel? To be weak? To be underneath someone who holds a weapon over your head?”

Bonnie senses violence and puts her hand on his back. “We can go now. What needed to be done is done.” She starts to lead him out. 

“You still have to produce heir, Malachai,” his father calls, “is a soft little Bennett witch going to have the heart to let her children merge one day? And how can we trust you won’t kill the kid immediately after it’s been born?”

The boy turns back for a second. “I know the duties that come with leadership of this coven. Don’t have a heart attack worrying about it.”

◇◇◇◇

On the drive home, Bonnie had started to have a panic attack. By the time they pull into the driveway, she bursts into the house feeling completely sick. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Kai comes in after her, concerned. “It went well. Better than I thought it would. What’s the matter?”

“I can’t do that. I can’t deal with the merge. I can’t lose a child.”

Both his hands find her shoulders, but she refuses to meet his eyes. “Bon, look at me.”

She pulls away. “I can feel the changes happening in my body. I’ve missed two periods, but I still feel the cramps. I’ve been so tired lately, and my stomach feels bloated, and swollen, and I know what that means. My arms are sore, and my breasts are sore, and this morning, the nausea started hitting me, but then I got distracted and it went away.” 

“Bonnie, calm down.”

“I can’t! I can’t calm down. Don’t you know not to tell a woman to calm down?! I- I need- I don’t know what I need… I need to-” and then she finds herself in the bathroom, expelling what sickness was plaguing her earlier that morning. 

Kai comes up behind her, sighing, before rubbing her back. “It’s okay, Bon.” 

When she comes back up, he hands her a wet towel to wipe her face. She uses it, then leans back against the wall, tears still streaming down her face. He sits beside her, offering a hand that she doesn’t take. 

“It’s not okay. I’m too young for this. I can’t handle it. I’m not ready. I can’t lead a coven. I can’t have a baby. God, I can’t have two babies. And I can’t let one die in twenty years.”

“Bon, take a deep breath.”

“I can’t.”

“Try.”

In a couple minutes, she’s finally able to stop crying. Kai reaches for her again, but when she rejects him a second time, puts his hand on her shoulder. 

“You can do this. I know you’re young, and I’m sorry for that. But you’ll be a great mom, and a great leader, and we’ll figure out the merge stuff.”

“Kai, I can’t handle it. You’ve gotta figure a way around it.”

“I can’t. I can try, but I feel like if there was a way, we’d know it by now.” He lifts her hand and kisses it. “If it’s any consolation, the bond spell doesn’t promise twins.”

She stops sniffling to look at him. “What?”

“The actual purpose of the binding part is to give her a reason to feel close to him. Something about carrying one’s child that makes them feel a sense of loyalty. In my understanding, the baby could not even make it; it’s kind of a stepping stone. Once you’re emotionally bonded, or whatever, you can go off and make your own kids. But if my ancestors couldn’t find love on their own, in order to impregnate someone to get an heir, they needed a spell to do that part.”

Bonnie’s already bonded-mind completely skips over the fact that he spelled her to make her love him. Instead, it settles on the fact that she could only be carrying one baby. But even more so, on the risk that the spell doesn’t promise her baby could survive. 

“It doesn’t?” She asks, in regards to her first thought. 

“No, you might just have one.”

“But I could lose them?”

“Hey,” he can sense her rising panic, again, “you said all the right things that come with the first month. All the symptoms sound like you’re on the right track. Remember what I said? First three months, you’ll be a little uncomfortable, a little nauseous. Your baby is gonna be fine.”

“Can you sense them?”

Kai’s body jolts with excitement. “Honestly, I’ve been a bit distracted. Come out here and let me make you some tea. We’ll try it.”

Nodding, she follows him out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Kai sits her onto a bar stool and hands her a tissue for her sniffles, then begins to boil a pot of water. 

“Are you making the raspberry tea you mentioned?”

“Mhm. My mom drank this for all five pregnancies after Jo and I.”

“You’re not gonna do that to me, right?” She asks, a little joke in her tone.

“Do what?”

“Five times. I don’t know if I can handle that many pregnancies… or kids.”

“Oh,” he smiles, “definitely not. I come from a big family, and I do not want to make a big family.”

“Good. I was an only child.” She takes a deep breath. “But if this baby isn’t a twin, are we going to have to keep trying? To appease the coven?” She bites her tongue. “I’m not gonna get out of this merge duty, am I?”

Kai swallows hard. “I’m cutting it off at three. That’s the limit. No twins after three tries, sorry!”

She laughs, but then her smile fades again. “I’m serious, Kai. What are we gonna do?”

He’s quiet for a long time. He ponders her question while the water boils. 

Kai thinks back to 1903. The heretics, discussing his two options - bond with Bonnie and rule the coven, or kill his coven and become one of the heretics. 

(Speaking of the heretics, he totally has a deal with Lily, and sooner or later, has to free them from that snowy, October hell. He promised he’d do it after he could confidently deem the girl pregnant, so that their bond spell was proved effective and true, and then they could help protect the baby. Valerie was especially on board with this plan.)

The option of turning him was presented first, and he almost immediately agreed. But then Valerie mentioned the bond spell in passing, and when he learned he could have Bonnie and make his father crumble under his rule, he quickly jumped ship to that option instead. Still, if what then became Plan A were to fail, Kai would just go to Plan B. 

“Kai?” Bonnie asks again, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“Well you’re not Gemini blood,” he muses out loud, “even though the bond spell gave you access to Gemini magic, you’re still of Bennett blood.”

“Yes,” she answers hesitantly. 

“So if my coven tries to force twins on you, and you don’t want it, I’ll become a heretic,” he decides. Plan B. “If they try to force the merge on you, or threaten you in any other way, I’ll kill them all by killing myself.”

“Kai, that’s crazy.”

“It keeps you alive, and it keeps my family off our ass.”

“But it would kill this baby,” she puts a hand on her stomach.

Kai bites his lip. “I know there’s a spell that could protect unborn Gemini from a leader’s death, I’ll just have to check the grimoires about it.” He reads her increasingly anxious face and pauses. “This is all just hypothetical, Bonnie. Only to be done if we were desperate. I just… I don’t want them to hurt you, and I’ll do anything to protect you.”

“I know… just… let’s avoid that, okay?” 

“Okay.”

“Can we change the topic?”

“Mhm.”

“What exactly is in that tea?”

“My tea?” He asks, smiling, and serving her a cup. “Raspberry leaf, a little lemon, and a little honey. If you’re feeling really sick, I can swap the lemon for ginger, but my mother always liked the lemon.”

Bonnie takes a sip. It instantly soothes her nerves and her upset stomach. “Mhm, it’s good.”

“Good.” He comes around the counter to face her. His little smirk makes her heart race, and when he puts a hand on her stomach, she fights the urge to squeeze her legs together.

“What are you doing?” She takes another sip of tea to distract herself from ever-growing dirty thoughts.

“Feeling.”

“I can tell.”

He runs a finger up the side of her body. After a moment, he smiles.

“What?”

“You’ve got something.”

“What do you mean?” Her heart races faster.

“You’re positive.”

Bonnie almost drops the mug. “I’m- seriously?”

“I can feel it. Can’t tell sex or how many, but I can feel the magic.”

“Oh my god!” She finds herself leaping into his arms. Kai catches her around the waist, and she throws her hands around his neck. “Oh my god, I’m-” she pulls away from him to look down at her own body. “You’ve-” Speechless, she can only sit back down and sip her tea. Her smile doesn’t leave her face. 

◇◇◇◇

Later on that day, they make the decision to cloak the baby. If Kai can sense it, it’s only a matter of time before one of the vampires detects a heartbeat. Or worse, if his father could sense it, too. (Kai isn’t sure if he could, but doesn’t want to take any chances.)

For the rest of the night, he stays close to Bonnie, bathing in the fact that he can feel his baby’s magic radiating off her. It gives him an unexplainable sense of pride that he can’t help but revel in. She finds herself obsessed with his reaction, too, never expecting Kai to be so happy over having a baby. 

In the morning, though, they cloak it strongly and talk about when they would uncloak it for check-ups, both by Kai himself and by a doctor. They also talk, briefly, about their conversation from the night before, but he makes her promise not to stress herself out with worry. Kai recalls he and Jo learned at the young age of six that they were to merge for their coven’s future, and promises he wants nothing of the sort for his baby. At the very least, their kid’s childhood would be a happy one. 

Regardless of what the future holds, they have twenty-two years to prepare, and she shouldn’t plague herself with it now. That would only affect her and the baby negatively, and that kind of stress is greatly undesirable. Instead, they will go on with their lives - Bonnie can go back to school, if she wants; his father and the elders will go back to Portland; Kai will lead from his announced and future wife’s hometown; and they won’t have to worry about any drastic change for a couple of months. By then, Kai will have several plans in place to protect his family, and he’ll be able to tackle whatever crazy might come his way. 

And with the baby in eight months, and the heretics in three… crazy is sure to come.

#kai parker x bonnie bennett #bonkai fics #bonkai #tw dubcon #tw pregnancy #tvd fanfiction #this is a part 2

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Absolutely no hate with this question, I’m genuinely curious as to your thoughts, but if you could rewrite Sylvie and her relationship with Loki how would you go about it?

I am firmly in camp “Sylvie could’ve been an interesting character with a fun dynamic with Loki if Michael Waldron didn’t have his thumb on the trigger”, and I think if season one could’ve been handled by a different writer we could’ve had a good show with her in it instead of wishing she was taken out of it completely.

So, I think I've answered this already, but I'm always game to re-iterate my thoughts and maybe something new will come out lol

If Sylvie and the Sylki pairing was ever changed into something I could support, three major things would need to happen:

1- Her role would need to be drastically reduced. Like, to a side character. I will never forgive her for being the main focus of the Loki show. It was a highly annoying bait-and-switch. Maybe make her the means by which Loki enters the main plot progression of the show, but then, let Loki take the reigns again.

This was, in my mind, supposed to be about Loki's redemption, but the show HAS no redemption ebcause it goes so hard on Sylvie's redemption arc instead.

It's like when they remade A Chorus Line into a movie in the 80s, and it became such a trash film that everyone hated despite the source material being universally praised at the time. This happened because the musical is about a group of nobodies vying for a thankless chorus role in a show, but it showcases how each one of them is still special. The film literally took a single character from the musical and made it all about her, thereby actually reversing the theme and point of the source material everyone loved to begin with.

The Loki show kinda did the same for me, and Sylvie is like Cassie.

MY ALTERNATE IDEA: Sylvie is brought into the TVA and put into custody near Loki. She is able to convince him to help her escape, and then she pulls him along with her as a human shield until they are out of the TVA's reach. Then, Sylvie takes Loki to a random location to hide until she deems them safe, and while there, Loki uncovers some hidden clues to his past behavior, ways he can correct his past sins, and earn some peace and forgiveness.

2- Her entire backstory would need to be rewritten. Get rid of the idea of her being a Loki. Get the selfcest the hell out of here. Make her something different. Literally, anything. Base her off of any of the characters from the comics Loki has romantically interacted with.

Also, I am beyond sick of the "she's a Strong Independent WomanTM who is so special but no one knew how special she was so they mistreated her so now she's sad" backstory. It's tired, old, and not at all compelling.

My ALTERNATE IDEA: Sylvie was a slave on Sakaar, where she was able to get by on her wits until the Grandmaster called her up to serve in his harem. Her Nexus event was killing the Grandmaster, her escape caused the deaths of hundreds, which leaves her with a heavy conscience not unlike the guilt Loki was forced to feel in the actual first season of Loki. Throughout the series, Loki teaches her how to forgive herself, and he learns to do the same for himself from her.

3- Her personality would need to massively retooled. She needs to stop fucking telling Loki to shut up all the time. She needs to treat him the way he treats her, and to stop acting like because she has a wibble-wibble sad panda backstory that literally most other women in the MCU have, she has a carte blanche to insult and step on and refuse to cooperate with anyone. She is abusive.

Disney and the MCU have sucked so hard at writing SIWs. They are all the same, and they are all entirely unrelatable because the MCU seems to think that in order for a woman to be strong and admirable, she needs to have no emotions or flaws whatsoever. Fucking give her some character. Give her some charisma with Loki, because the kisses between them look terrible. I can't buy the romance even without the selfcest element because there is nothing INTERESTING about her as a character that I could see Loki finding attractive.

MY ALTERNATE IDEA: Sylvie loves a festival thanks to seeing them all the time on Saakar, and one of the locations she hides with Loki is in the middle of a huge street fair. They see a play being performed in the street, and Loki is surprised when Sylvie is able to quote the lines, because it's his favorite Asgardian ballad. She is also a fan of odd delicacies, and encourages Loki to try new things. At one point, Loki stops in his tracks, a thought coming to him: "I've never had fun before...before today...before her." He kisses her just as fireworks begin shooting overhead.

I literally cannot identify a single attractive trait in Sylvie beyond the physical. It just makes no sense that someone as complex and well-bred as Loki would fall for such a cipher of a personality.

#loki #mcu loki #anti sylvie #anti-sylki

[bipabrena]

Because We’re Family (Kenny-Levi-Erwin centred fic) chapter 19.

A fic where SNK is rewritten from the start. Kenny steps up as a parent for Levi. Many years later, Erwin accidentally crosses paths with Kenny, the one ghost of his past, and blackmails him and Levi into joining the Survey Corps. Because of his relationship with the Reiss, Kenny has vital information about humanity, and he makes his own deductions that will change everything for the story. All canon arcs will be rewritten, until the time to fight the outside world comes. Main pair is eventual Eruri (huge enemies to lovers). Read here.

They could hear the soldiers working, even from up here. Without an upcoming expedition to train for, the soldiers had to focus on more menial work. Today, a section of the barracks commuted from the gates to the mess hall. The shipments of food for the next three months had arrived, and it was hefty work to unload everything from the multiple wagons. 

Kenny watched them aloofly from the window. 

They will all die, he thought. It could be in a year, five years, or perhaps not in their lifetime. But their children could be killed, or their children’s children, and so on. Many generations may pass before that day comes, but it was a fact they would die.

This world will crumble, Uri and Frieda had said. And the First King corroborated it.

The Subjects of Ymir. They had to pay for whatever sins the Eldians of the past committed. The outside world will pay whatever violence they ever inflicted ten times in turn.

His sombre eyes did not waver as the voices in the room grew increasingly louder. Despite being right next to them, he couldn’t make out what Erwin and the others were saying. A disagreement, perhaps. Either way, his mind was not in it. He couldn’t focus and, frankly, unless directly addressed, he didn’t care. 

He brought his fist to his lips, eyes still focused on the soldiers that carried dozens upon dozens of crates with flour bags. 

A hand touched his shoulder. It took him one, two, three seconds to react. He looked back to find Flagon, who seemed a bit too grim. There was also a certain gentleness in his eyes. He’d sure mellowed down to him in the last two months, Kenny recognised. “You can move ahead, pack your things and do what you want until midday. We’ll finish up here.”

Kenny briefly glanced at the working soldiers one last time and left the room without a word. The silence with which he left lingered in the air. The remaining men were reluctant to break it.

“I think we’re ready,” Erwin said later as he took a final glance at the documents. 

“Then we’d best move on now,” added Lutz with urgency. “Kit and Soren need us, and we have a regiment to save. Commander, is there anything else?”

“No, that will be all. Make haste. I’ll stay here, as we still need a backup plan,” Shadis said. “I already have a meeting set with a financial and legal advisor. Like Dorian said, we must be prepared for the possibility you won’t get this done in time.”

The soldiers all seemed to agree, but a loud sigh brought their attention to Dorian.

He reluctantly placed his file on the table. “Commander, I’m… sorry, but I can’t do this.”

Their brows rose.

“I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t sign up to deceive a fellow soldier by using his child, regardless of who that soldier used to be. And we don’t even know what he might do to get the information, since the stakes are so high for him. People may get hurt, and I can’t be a part of that. I have a few days off accumulated and I request to use them in the following days.”

Erwin and his friends could only be astonished by this. By the looks of it, so was Shadis.

“Section Commander,” Erwin intervened, “I apologise for my impudence as I do not intend to question your authority, but we could use your help for this. It’s for the greater good of the regiment.”

Flagon and Lutz silently agreed. Having their Section Commander would make them feel a lot safer. He’d always taken care of them, after all.

“I stand by my words and have no further comment to add,” Dorian replied.

Erwin didn’t seem to like this.

“And no further comment is required,” Shadis spoke after a brief silence. “Take your time off, Anja will take your place in the headquarters for now. This is a good time for anyone hesitating to back down from this.”

From the rest, the only one who seemed unsure was Flagon. His brows were furrowed, and his lips tight. He was clearly very tempted to back down.

He slowly moved to place his folder on the table, but gave his friends a final glimpse. He watched Mike, the calculated Erwin, and the frowning Lutz. From them all, it was Lutz with his pitiful eyepatch that affected him the most.

He couldn’t bear to leave his best friend. 

He stopped and held the folder to his chest. Erwin let out a silent breath of relief. 

Dorian waited no further and, visibly disappointed with not only Flagon but also the rest, left the room.

“Very well,” said Shadis. “You may leave now. Get ready, wait for Kenny and go. Keep me updated and, above all, stay safe.”

“Sir,” they saluted.

They individually went to their rooms to pack their belongings. Essentials, their documents and a gun each from the armoury. When they were near the gates to await their carriage, they perked up cautiously when Kenny and Dorian crossed paths from afar.

“Are you not ready to leave yet?” Kenny asked, luggage in hand. “I was told the carriage would arrive at noon. I didn’t take ya to be tardy.”

“I will not be partaking in the mission.”

“... Because?” asked Kenny when silence lingered. He wondered about the frown on Dorian’s face. 

“I…” Dorian’s eyes moved down. “I, uh…”

What he was struggling to say didn’t seem to be easy, Kenny noticed. Like it weighed on him. 

“I… I, I…”

“Well, don’t pop a vein, will ya?” Kenny jested, although his face was perfectly serious. “See ya, then.”

Dorian watched him saunter away, and he surprised himself when he reflexively called Kenny’s name. Kenny turned to look at him, waiting.

Don’t go. We’re lying to you. We’re lying. 

Dorian wanted to say it, he was struggling not to, and Erwin could tell. Should he intervene?

“Be careful,” is what Dorian managed to say. 

Kenny said nothing, his gaze simply lingered on Dorian a few more seconds, and then he left. He did appreciate the concern, however. Dorian had always been kind to him and Levi.

He reached Erwin and the rest, but did not greet them. He remained in silence, eyes in the distance, as he patiently waited for the carriage. The others didn’t dare speak. They couldn’t, and even when it arrived, and they were safely on their way to the river canal, they still didn’t manage a word. 

Kenny seemed too calm, they individually thought. He even seemed to be enjoying himself when he produced a book from his bag and he read away.

They couldn’t tell whether this was good or bad.

When they reached the river canal, they sailed because it was the fastest mode of transportation. They reached their destination in under two hours. They disembarked and hauled a carriage to midtown. Erwin’s throat clenched as he walked out of it. The last time he’d done this, everything had gone wrong. Kit and Soren had arrived hours later, only for them to be taken from him, now held off who knew where.

He wasn’t alone now, though.

He felt at ease when seeing Lutz, Mike and Flagon by his side. The world seemed to get much smaller, however, and the air seemed to feel much tighter, more constricted as Kenny was the last to leave the carriage, pressing his hat with one hand as he walked out. His presence seemed to dwarf everyone else's, even when Mike was by far the largest and tallest of the group.

The initial plan had been to check at an inn with strategic positioning, although one different from the Aquatic Pub. Erwin didn’t want them to stay in the same tavern Ennis had already busted them in. So, they wanted one that was strategic, but Kenny had been quick to shut this down.

“We’re staying at my old place,” is what he stated. His tone made it clear he wasn’t suggesting or negotiating.

“Your cabin?”

“No,” Kenny was quick to respond. “Home is sacred, ya don’t let filth in it.”

Funny, Erwin thought. Levi had been quick to tell him the same thing when he’d asked to be let in his room.

“No, we’re going to my old place. In the Underground.”

They all stiffened immediately. Lutz gulped heavily, clearly more taken aback than the others. He absolutely did not want to return to that place. 

“May I ask why?” spoke Erwin.

“It’s just better,” is all Kenny said. 

He began walking with purpose, and the others were reluctant to follow. When they realised Kenny would move on with or without them, they felt they had no choice. Erwin was the first to move, and by reflex the others followed.

They entered the Underground and reached his old home without issues. Even here, the strongest gang would think twice before taking on five large, strong men who walked with purpose and straight faces. From the would-be robber’s perspective, there was a chance they could all be armed. So, an attack was highly unlikely.

Kenny felt a sense of nostalgia as he turned the lights on. His eyes centred on the whisky table, where he’d usually sit to drink and read, then lingered on the living room where the table would usually be crooked so that Levi would have space to train and practise his moves.

It was all perfectly organised now. As clean as any home that had been left unattended could be, but it wasn’t soulless despite the lack of inhabitants. 

“It’s… a lot nicer than I thought it would be,” admitted Flagon.

The other men ambled around the place, not quite finding themselves.

“We’ll need to do some light shopping, as there’s nothing to cook, and we can’t rely on inns for every meal,” Kenny instructed. “Some of us can head for the markets whilst the rest stay cleaning up. There are still some supplies around here.”

“Good idea,” said Erwin. “Let’s divide the chores so we can get to work.”

Mike and Erwin would shop for supplies. Food, a few pots and pans and some cleaning supplies. Kenny guided Lutz and Flagon to the nearby well so they could haul water for both cleaning and consumption. He then left them to their devices, excusing himself for unmentioned reasons, whilst they all kept themselves busy.

Kenny briefly considered the possibility the soldiers could come across Guinne. They wouldn’t recognise him, as from what he’d been told, Guinne had been masked when he’d attacked them, but Guinne would certainly recognise them. 

He wasn’t sure whether he should pay him and Moritz a visit to give them a heads-up. Frankly, he was a little lost right now.

Something gnawed at him. Clearly, the soldiers weren’t telling him everything. It was simply so weird for Levi to disappear like this. Somehow he recalled the Ackerman persecution. With enough firepower and men, he understood Levi would be forced to submit. The Ackermans were nearly driven to extinction for that reason. They’d been overwhelmed despite their strength. But Kenny had been a special case, he’d adapted beyond what any other Ackerman ever had. Even as a child. He was so sure Levi would be the same, especially with Kenny’s training. 

From what they told him, the innkeeper had told Erwin they’d gone along willingly. What exactly did Ennis, or his men, tell them so they came along? The threat they’d shoot up the place? He understood Kit and Soren would comply, their duties as soldiers would compel them to. But Levi? Surely he could easily sneak away.

With enough threats to innocent life, would Levi submit? Somehow, Kenny was a little afraid to admit he doubted it. 

No matter. Those were questions he’d make once he had Levi safe and sound. Yes, that’s what he should be focusing on. Just find him. How he got caught is meaningless. 

Just find him.

By the time Kenny was back home, the place was clean and smelled of smoke. Mike and Lutz were working on a meal, simple and not great, and as tasty as they could make it in a place like this. A bubbly potato cream soup with hot crusty bread that was much too stale, and a side of greens. No different from what they already ate in the military, Kenny was disappointed to find.

It’s not that getting used to this food was hard. Not quite. He’d gone hungry for over a decade of his life; he knew what it was like to starve. Still, for a shorter but still considerable chunk of his life he had been used to fancy, delicious foods cooked by the best offered within the Walls. And, after moving out of the Reiss Estate, he’d eaten very well in the time he lived in the cabin with Levi. Levi loved to cook, and Kenny enjoyed doing it alongside him at times. It was a great skill he’d picked up thanks to the Reiss chefs once he decided to shape up for Levi. Going back to eating bland food, well… he wasn’t a fan, but he wouldn’t repel it, either. Fuel was fuel.

They sat down to eat with little conversation, and after Erwin and Flagon finished cleaning up, they all got to work.

They spread their documents over the living room table, and they all huddled around it to discuss their plans of action. First, they of course needed to know their enemy. Once they did, they’d have to think like their enemy to anticipate their moves, and plan appropriate responses. 

“The man we’re up against is called Ennis Vernier, the man you encountered that night, Erwin,” said Kenny. “He’s Lovof’s head of security and without a doubt the one in charge of the entire operation.”

Erwin found this curious. Ennis seemed so young the night they met, he wouldn’t have imagined he’d be something as important as head of security for a duke. 

“I’d wager since Erwin slipped from his grasp, he’ll be on the lookout for new faces in the interior. He’ll know the Survey Corps won’t give up so easily, but also won’t be so stupid as to send the same person… although, to be fair, they did. He most likely has sentinels placed all over, hence why Kit, Soren and Levi were captured so quickly. The truth we’ll have to face is that, no matter where we go, we’ll have at least one person following us or listening to us. So, we have two ways of doing this: Either we gather real evidence like you want to bring Lovof down, or we simply play the game and force him to back down before the Faction Leaders and the Commander-in-Chief.”

“And how do we play the game?” asked Erwin.

“We don’t have enough time to play fairly. We go straight for where it hurts Lovof; his kids.”

“Wait, what!?” Lutz cried out. “What do you mean by that?”

“We take his kids, obviously,” said Kenny. “Ennis is certainly working behind the scenes, doing far more than… whatever he’s doing to Levi. And Kit and Soren. If anything, that’s a job for his subordinates. If I had to guess, they’re alright. Ennis would be more focused on gathering additional information on the Survey Corps’s response to this.” 

“You’re not actually asking us to kidnap children, are you?” Flagon’s throat clenched. 

“I'm not asking you to, but I also couldn't give less of a shit how you feel about it. By taking the brats, Ennis will be forced to put whatever he’s doing on hold. His job is to protect everything Lovof owns and loves. Cantaceres means nothing if Lovof’s children are unsafe, and the second they are, it’s Ennis’s job to retrieve them.”

“How many?” asked Erwin.

“He’s got tons of brats, but there’s two who are his favourite,” he raised two fingers. “He’d risk anything for them.”

“We won’t be hurting them, will we?” asked Mike warily. 

“‘Course not,” said Kenny sincerely, although a bit too aloofly for their liking. “Unless he doesn’t comply, of course. Then we rearrange some faces or perhaps mail a few body parts. Relax,” he said when Lutz produced a wail. “It won’t come to that. He loves those brats, it’s probably his only redeeming quality.”

“This is no time for sentimentalities,” Erwin reminded curtly when Lutz and Flagon frowned hesitantly. “If Lovof loves his children, we won’t have to hurt anyone. The faster we can get this done, the better.” He looked back at Kenny. “Where do we find them?”

"I can’t tell you that. I’ll be the one to retrieve them. In the meantime, you’ll scatter across Sina to look nice and pretty. We’ll need bait, so you must dress up in the Survey Corps uniform.”

“Wait, are you sure?” Mike’s brows creased. “The whole point of the operation was to be inconspicuous. We shouldn’t be hanging a large sign on our backs.”

“Wrong. You absolutely should hang a large sign on your backs. Like I said, Ennis will be on the lookout for the Survey Corps’ response to this. The faster we can lure his men to us, the better.”

“And what if Ennis anticipates this?” asked Erwin. “He figured me out in a flash. I’m sure he’d anticipate this.”

“He absolutely will, but he’ll still have no choice but to dig in. It’s true our main mission is to make Lovof back down from Cantaceres, but whilst we do that we also have to get Levi’s and your men’s whereabouts. The faster we do that, the better. I trust I don’t have to explain to you what you must do should you lure and capture some of their men.”

Lutz and Flagon gulped heavily.

“You don’t,” said Erwin. “We’ll get it done. I presume in the meantime you’ll retrieve Lovof’s children. Will you bring them down here?”

“I will. And then Lovof will come looking for them.”

“I have a question,” chimed Lutz. “When we go above ground, what exactly do we look for? Erwin said Kit and Soren asked around in the skid rows and, well, look what happened. I know we’re bait, but what do we do? The same as they did?”

“Like I said, your job is to look pretty. You’re bait, that’s all you are. If you can best their men, that’s fine, but I’d prefer it if you got captured.”

“H-hold on, what!?” Lutz shot up from his seat. “No way in Rose’s name, uh-uh! I’m not getting captured to be tortured by anyone! I’m here to rescue the ones getting tortured! I can’t do that i-i-if–”

Kenny was unimpressed by the outburst. “Flagon, please control your woman.” 

“Lutz is right to be concerned,” Erwin said, “getting captured isn’t an ideal thought for us.” Lutz seemed happy Erwin agreed that this madness was unacceptable. “But do quiet down, Lutz, please.” 

Well, he didn't agree, it seemed. Lutz whined huskily with impatience. “I can’t believe we’re actually considering this!”

Flagon tugged him so that he sat down, which he did.

“Why must we get captured?” Erwin asked. 

“Because I want you to lure their men. When Ennis went after ya, it must’ve been to get information on what you had, not just through interrogation. Tangible evidence. Documents. Things you very much have. He’ll want that.”

“And you want us to lure them here?”

“That’s right. At least one of you. If the rest get captured and sent to their hideout, that’s fine, so long as one of ya manages to get ‘ere.”

“But what if you get here with Lovof’s kids? His men will be here and–”

“Yes, they will. What about it?”

“H-hold on,” Flagon defended himself, “I know it sounds like a stupid question, of course it’ll scare them to see their Duke’s children kidnapped, but I mean what if that doesn’t work somehow, and they shoot without asking questions?”

“No need to concern yourself with that. Just do as you're told.”

“You’re asking us to get kidnapped here, man, come on! At least tell us your whole plan!” Lutz’s hand shot up.

“No.”

“Huh!? What do you mean no!?”

“I mean no. Goddamn, you’re annoying. Just get captured, it ain’t as bad as ya think.”

Lutz wailed in complaint. 

“If we manage to subdue his men first, do we take them here?” Mike asked.

“Yes.”

Erwin was wary of Kenny’s secrecy. 

“What should we expect?” asked Mike. “If we capture them first or if they capture us. Besides the mission to catch you, we’ve never done any operations against humans. Now this with the Ennis guy, it’s–”

“And how did you catch me, exactly?” Kenny asked curiously. “The whole secret thing. Who told you that?”

Mike suddenly wished he hadn’t said anything at all.

“That’s not what we’re here to discuss,” Erwin came to his aid. “Mike’s question is a good one, however. What do you reckon we prepare for?” 

“For someone to approach you or try to kidnap you. Dying is something you won’t have to worry about yet, I’d wager.”

“We don’t?” Flagon raised his voice, sounding relieved.

“No, he won’t kill ya. He’s too smart for that.”

“So, while you retrieve Lovof’s children, we should just… go around the interior luring them to us?”

Kenny was growing irritated. “Yes, how many times do I have to say it?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Flagon waved his hands. “I’m just nervous.”

“You won’t die and you probably won’t get tortured, not too badly.”

“Not too badly…” Lutz mumbled. “God, I hate this so bad, I want to go home. I don’t like this place,” he touched his eyepatch. “I hate this place. Why can’t they just leave us alone? Fuck, I hate… oh, fuck…”

He placed a hand on his chest as his breathing began to accelerate. Recognising what this meant, Flagon immediately placed himself across him. 

“I know,” Flagon cooed. “Breathe slowly. Count out loud.”

Lutz complied. He slowed his breaths and counted each one. He began trembling.

“Five,” said Flagon, and to this Lutz said, “Friends.”

“Four,” said Flagon, and to this Lutz said, “Warmth.”

“Three,” said Flagon, and to this Lutz said, “Crackling fire.”

On they went. When they repeated this, Lutz’s answers became a lot more descriptive.

Kenny’s brows creased with curiosity. “What’re they doing?” 

“Lutz suffers from panic attacks,” Mike said softly. “Has for a while now. It was never easy to calm him at first, but we found a little method.”

“The 5-4-3-2-1 method,” Erwin chimed in. “It’s a grounding exercise. When we notice the first signs he’s going to have one, one of us tries to ground him in the present moment, so he can focus. It involves all five senses. Sight, touch, hearing, smell and taste. With deep breaths, he must decreasingly describe something he’s asked. So, five things he can see, four that he can feel, three that he hears and so forth. If he can’t focus and see, feel, hear, smell or taste anything, he can just describe his favourite things for each sense.”

Kenny’s brows rose. “Does it always work?” he asked as he watched Flagon stand before Lutz, guiding him without crowding him.

“If we catch him like this when it’s about to start, it does, yes. When it has already started, it’s trickier, but helping him with his breathing normally suffices. The important thing is to give him space and not overwhelm him, hence why only one of us should step in.”

Kenny’s eyes narrowed slightly. That day… he thought.

The deafening shots. The screaming. The feeling of warm blood pooling underneath his bare feet as waning, dying eyes stared at him. 

He’d had to run as fast as his feet could carry him, along with the girl who barely held his hand, as though she’d lost life of her own. All whilst hearing the derisive laughter in the distance, mocking them, expressing they’d get them, too. The voice that had joyfully shouted to release the hounds. 

The sound of the barks, the vicious barks. They’d run for so long their feet had bled.

How many times had Kenny had to ground Kuchel? When he wanted to break down, too, but couldn’t because he just had to be strong for them both?

He’d never broken in his life. Maybe that’s why he hurt all the time.

No. Don’t think about that, not right now.

He silently moved away to give them space. He didn’t want to pretend to read the documents or any of that shit, so he simply poured himself some scotch to drink. He sat at the counter to wait. 

Truthfully, he was a little taken aback by Erwin’s expression. It was soft and gentle. Not to mention the juggernaut Mike, who was usually so stoic. Then, shortly after, it seemed Lutz came back to them. He opened his eye. He glanced around in recognition of his surroundings. 

“Thank you,” he muttered, to which Flagon nodded. He seemed very embarrassed and awkward when his reluctant gaze met Kenny’s. He held the back of his neck. “Err… I’m sorry. I know that was unpro–”

“No words are necessary. If you’re feeling better, we can get started.”

Lutz nodded.

“Shall we meet down here to discuss the day’s proceedings in case we find nothing?” asked Erwin. 

Kenny gathered his things. “Sure, sure. One of ya can stay behind to look after the place if ya want. Four days is what we’ve got. That’s plenty o’ time.”

Without further words, he left the house.

Erwin squinted at the door. It was then Mike sighed. “What is it?” he asked. “I know that look.”

“He’s being so secretive. I wonder what he’s hiding.”

“That’s rich,” Mike said sarcastically.

Erwin was surprised by how much his comment had bothered Mike. They shared a strained look while Lutz chugged some water.

“I don’t want to get captured,” Flagon spoke up, mostly to break the tense silence.

“Me neither. God, what if they take my other eye!? You guys always joke about that and now it may actually happen! God, this sucks !”

Flagon rubbed Lutz’s back with an amused smile. 

“I’m not sure whether we should–”

“Let’s just go along with what the man is asking,” Mike interrupted Erwin. “It’s the least we can do.”

Erwin didn’t seem to like this. More than anything, he was wondering why he’d irritated Mike so much. “There’s not much else we can do, realistically. I suppose we must lure Ennis’s men to us and see what plays out.”

“Should someone stay behind?” Mike asked, heeding Kenny’s words. 

“If we’re going to lure them to us, we might as well stay together. This place is safe on its own.” 

“Do you really think we can do this before the four days are up?” Lutz asked Erwin.

“I do now.”

Read the rest of the chapter at here.

#snk #attack on titan #levi ackerman #kenny ackerman #erwin smith #eruri #snk fanfiction #mike zacharias #aot fanfiction

[sapphire-weapon]

I think what a lot of people don't understand about OG vs remake, is that they're completely different tones/atmospheres. A lot of people don't seem to get that older OG games are tongue and cheek horror. They were supposed to pack in laughs and use cheesy, overdone tropes for fun. When 5 and 6 happened, that aspect was removed. The same characters and their relation to each other still existed, but in a climate where it just didn't work. Important relationships like Chris and Leon, Ada and Leon, even Sherry and Leon began to heavily depend on hinted off screen scenarios, which made for lazy story telling and choices/arcs that make no sense.

That's the major part that remakes are trying to fix. Resident Evil is no longer a comedy horror. There's a new audience and we're getting darker, realistic themes with rewritten relationships, so that the story can hopefully continue and end in a way that makes sense.

OGs mistake was switching tone with no warning, but expecting the same tropes to work. It was stupid decision that placed quick profit and marketing over quality, hence why 5 and 6 are not held in positive regard.

i... don't know how much i agree with this take.

OG RE4 is really the only game in the series that you could say was a "comedy horror." everything else was either unintentionally funny (because of bad voice acting or something) or it was just simply made by shinji mikami, who has a very distinct brand of dark humor that seeps into his games whether he intends it to or not.

like i don't know how much you can honestly say that RE0, REmake, RE2, or RE3 were intended comedies. they had moments of levity in them, but that wasn't the focus.

resident evil created the survival horror genre, and the man who created resident evil described the genre as "that feeling you get when an enemy is bearing down on you and you only have one bullet left and you manage to pull off a headshot."

that's what he was going for in these games. that feeling plus the camp of romero movies and kaiju films. the camp is intentional. the comedy is not (usually).

what actually changed was a difference in design philosophy. mikami's goal has always been to make a good game first and then slap a story around it. that's why OG RE4's story was slapped together in three weeks and why it was the one thing mikami asked be changed/improved for the remake.

the remakes can have their cake and eat it, too, because the baseline work for the majority of the combat systems and the stories is already done for them. they can focus on improving both without sacrificing either, like how mikami sacrificed story quality in favor of higher gameplay quality.

mikami's design philosophy helped jettison RE into the juggernaut status that it has, but it's the design philosophy of the remakes that will keep it there. modern audiences care more about story than vidya audiences from 1996-2005 did. most people back then skipped the cutscenes for any game they were playing. but now it's not enough to just have a "serviceable" story. a game now has to have at the very least a decent story.

and for RE to be as huge as it is, it's expected to have better than a decent story. it needs to, in order to survive. so the remake crew is being tasked with elevating a series with just a barely serviceable storyline into a series with a relatively good storyline that has coherent character development and distinct arcs.

capcom fucked up with RE6 not because of a genre shift. they fucked up because they tried to throw every popular vidya trend at the time into one game without understanding what made those features popular in the first place.

[kamyru]

Daimon Togo crushing on MC (Headcanons)

You know the "She fell first, but he fell harder" things? That's Daimon.

Thanks to his calm, kind, strict, and career-orientated personality, rookie MC developed a crush on him from the first days of working together.

Have you seen him? Togo's fantastic character, combined with his fantastic looks, would make a fantastic boyfriend.

Daimon was kind to every subordinate, and this made his strictness blend.

So, baby MC, fresh out of university and with big dreams, was like: "That's the man!"

But we all know that firstly, she is a workaholic. That's why her feelings weren't an impediment to her collaboration with Daimon.

And that's why the senior fell for her so hard.

Besides her career-orientated mind, MC had her airheadedness, energy, naivety, and unique way of perceiving the world.

These were the things that Togo didn't have or lost on his road to becoming the person he was. So, he was attracted to her.

Even if their personalities could seem so different, they shared one thing: idiocy lack of confidence in romantic relationships.

Togo was like: "I'll compliment this little bundle of joy. I want her to at least like me as a person."

And MC: "I will try my best. But I don't have any chances with him, so I have to move on."

What happened? Togo had to hide his pain every time he heard Miyuki and MC talking about MC's dates.

Soon, Togo's confidence in having a chance with her dissipated.

It was till the day she finished her first big project.

Togo was so proud of her that his feelings for MC got to a previously unknown intensity if it was even possible.

So, the man decided to confess his feelings for her.

Everything was planned: the restaurant, the date, the speech. It was only one thing to be done yet: ask MC out.

And...

The board asked Togo out, and he was sent abroad for three years.

Happens to the best of us, doesn't it?

For three years, Togo was stalking MC's social media to see how she was doing.

From time to time, he was on the verge of sending her a message.

To not send them accidentally, he wrote them in Word first. So, he had a word document with "Hi! How are you?" written and rewritten again.

He probably tried to date someone else. Though, do you remember the kind part I mentioned previously? Togo couldn't play with anyone else's feelings. So, he gave up on his love life.

This man was a workaholic from the start. While being away from his crush, he achieved level 999 in this.

After three years, Togo was sure that he was over MC. The entire way from the airport to home, then from home to the office, he was: "I'm over her. I'm over her. I'm over her. I'M NOT OVER HER!"

Yes, he saw MC.

She was gorgeous from the start. Yet her 20s glow-up hit Daimon harder than her.

So...

If you have requests about how Togo Daimon starts dating MC, send them to me.

If you like, just like me, to make this man suffer, send me requests about how he reacts when he finds out MC is already married.

If you don't have requests, I have a lot of ideas for him, so sooner or later, this man will get a lot of fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst fics from me.

#oops i said yes #togo daimon #voltage inc

[jeonghoneyss]

hi honey! teeth, poison, and tail for the dragon asks? <3

hi morgan! thanks for the ask! sorry it took me approximately a million years to get to it haha <3

Teeth: share a snippet that was difficult for you to nail down/required a lot of revisions.

Jeongin arrives with the rain. This is how it always has been, and how it always will be, going all the way back to when Minho was barely of a height with his grandfather’s year-old rosebushes and, searching for a lost kitten in the pelting rain, stumbled across a tiny boy positively contagious with watery light, and going all the way forward to when Minho will finally be able to pick Jeongin up and twirl him around in the rain, then hold him close underneath the rosebush, no shackles around Jeongin’s wrists, as their hands are tied together. This time, though, Jeongin arrives with the rain and Minho is outside, still clasping his cloak closed, hunting down all the chickens to make sure they’re all sheltering in their coop. It takes him some time to find the last one, speckled black-and-bronze Pebble, who’s always had a penchant for getting lost at inconvenient times (truth be told, she possesses an admirable trait for getting lost at convenient times, too).

This is from one of my jeongho wips, and it is causing me so much trouble. It's supposed to be the opening, and I've rewritten it three times already, and I hate it every single time.

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad).

Someone’s following him. Jeongin knows they are, as he goes about his tasks, waking up the mountain range, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s never looking to start a fight. ‘Hey,’ the person says, and he turns around and comes face to face with - He’s a big enough deal that even Jeongin’s heard about him. The youngest Winter to ever hold the reins, who wrested the Season from his predecessor and made it gentler. ‘You’re [what they call Jeongin],’ Winter says, in realisation. ‘And you’re Winter,’ Jeongin doesn’t say. ‘What are you doing?’ Winter asks, and Jeongin could cry. Of course Winter just came to berate him, just like everyone else. Didn’t even entertain the thought that maybe he wasn’t even doing anything bad, oh no.

This is from my. honestly I don't know. There's jeongho and they're spirits and Jeongin is a little weirdo. All the spirits hate him (well. That's what he thinks). They have an Interesting relationship because Minho (who is Winter) quite literally just wants to make friends with the flighty spirit who always flies away the second you say hello to him, and Jeongin thinks Everyone In The World Hates Him And Minho Is Being Nice To Trick Him. It's. quite the ride for both of them.

Tail: share a fluffy or cozy snippet.

Minghao is chopping some mango in the kitchen. Seungkwan walks in, and stares at the chopping board. ‘Oh, would you like some?’ Minghao asks, and puts a piece in Seungkwan’s hand. Seungkwan eats it without much aplomb, then sticks his hand out and says, imperiously, ‘AAA.’ ‘Oh, you want some more?’ And then Minghao is chopping mango as fast as he can, but barely any of it gets into the bowl because Seungkwan eats it all.

For some reason I struggled a lot with finding a snippet for this one. I'm not sure this is exactly fluffy or cosy, but here's a scene from my fantasy single parent accidental baby acquisition junhao. In this scene Seungkwan is like. 2. He's supposed to be 5 I think. I don't know what I was doing here. Mango <3

#asks #ask games #nettlestingsoup #thanks for the ask morgan! #i was Going To give you a bit from my hunter gatherer jeongho for the last one but then every single answer would've been a jeongho

[scotttrismegistus7]

THE ORIGINAL RELIGION OF THE DOGON IS THE RELIGION FROM WHICH ALL THE OTHER RELIGIONS OF THE WORLD HAVE BEEN TAKEN.

YOU HAVE TO HAVE A MASTER OF SPEECH THAT CAN SPEAK IN ORDER TO SAY THE WORD. THE "WORD" IS THE WATER SERPENT THAT IS THE POLE OF THE DNA, AKA THE SPIRIT (SOUL).

IN EACH OF THESE EXCERPTS BELOW YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE HOW THEY ALL RELATE TO EACH OTHER. ALL AROUND THE WORLD IT'S THE SAME SONG RETOLD IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THAT'S WHY IT'S SO EASY TO SEE WHEN SPIRITUALITY HAS BEEN CORRUPTED, BECAUSE WHEN IT DOESN'T MATCH WITH WHAT IT WAS ORIGINALLY SUPPOSED TO BE, TO THE EXTENT THAT IT'S OBVIOUSLY A CON, LIKE WITH THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS, YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE THE TRUTH ABOUT THEIR REAL INTENTIONS WITH THEIR INVENTED ROMAN PROPAGANDA RELIGION, AND THE PROCEEDING RELIGION OF JUDAISM WHICH WAS CREATED BY CRIMINALS IN A JAIL IN BABYLON IN ORDER TO TRY AND CON THEIR WAY OUT OF TROUBLE. THEY CREATED IT BY DISSECTING AND RE-PIECING TOGETHER A BUNCH OF ALREADY EXISTING SPIRITUAL LITERATURE FROM BABYLON AND SUMERIA, ETC., AND CREATED THE OLD TESTAMENT. THE NEW TESTAMENT WAS CREATED AS PROPAGANDA BY THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT. NEITHER ONE OF THEM WERE MEANT TO HOLD SPIRITUAL TRUTH, AND BOTH OF THEM WERE MEANT TO BE USED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF OTHERS AND TO CON OTHERS BY PROSTITUTING SACRED SPIRITUAL THINGS FOR THE SELFISH GAIN OF THOSE DOING SO.

HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE REFRESHING TO STUDY THE DOGON RELIGION, WHICH HOLDS SO MUCH OF THE ORIGINAL TRUTH THAT HAS BEEN WARPED OR LOST BY THE MONKEY TELEPHONE GAME OVER TIME. EVEN WHEN PEOPLE HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS OF PRESERVING THE KNOWLEDGE, WHEN IT GETS PASSED DOWN BY WORD OF MOUTH ONE PERSON TO THE OTHER THROUGH TIME, INEVITABLY THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME VARIABLES FROM THE ORIGINAL.

ALSO, I WANT TO POINT OUT THAT VRITRA HIDING IN DANU IS LEBE INSIDE OF THE WOMB OF CREATION (KINGU IN THE ABZU OF TIAMAT) BEFORE BEING VOMITED OUT, WHICH LATER WAS REWRITTEN TO BE VRITRA SWALLOWING AND VOMITING OUT INDRA, A CHANGE PROBABLY BROUGHT ABOUT BY PURPOSEFUL REWRITING OF HISTORY TO SUIT THE INTERESTS OF THE SPECIFIC PARTIES THAT WROTE IT. AT ANY RATE, HERE ARE THE EXCERPTS, SO PLEASE ENJOY!

As told in the narration given to King Yudhishthira in the Mahabharata, Vritra was an asura created by the artisan god Tvashtri to avenge the killing of his son by Indra, known as Triśiras or Viśvarūpa. Vritra won the battle and swallowed Indra, but the other deities forced him to vomit Indra out. The battle continued and Indra was eventually forced to flee.

~Wikipedia~

During the sacrifice, the Master (Mistress) of Speech was tied to the kilena tree, with his/her arms being stretched across a fork in the tree. The kilena’s roots spread out in three directions and its two branches supported the pectoral fins of the Master (Mistress) of Speech. The Dogon said the kilena tree had the power to revive the dead.543 While she/he was tied to the kilena tree, the Master (Mistress) of Speech became thirsty and requested something to drink, so Amma gave her/him some water in a copper bowl. The Master (Mistress) of Speech drank too

much and vomited forth a “serpent of water” (diyuguru) into the bowl.544 “The Word uttered by the yuguru was to be the uguru of the universe.’”545 The word uguru meant “purification.” The snake vomited out into the copper bowl was the new creation and was identified with Lébé, the Eighth Ancestor, who was

supposed to be the first human born from the “Third Word,” or experiment. The “Word” uttered was the uguru, or the DNA of the universe.

~The Nummo, by Shannon Dorey~

Another interpretation of their name is associated with Danu's relationship with her first son (and demon), Vritra. In Indian mythology, in an attempt to deceive the Vedic god Indra, Vritra hides away in the primordial water or blessed water from him. In this myth, Danu herself is embodied as being the primordial water in which he hides in.

~Wikipedia~

He is also mentioned in ancient Indo-Iranian literature, but with a major inconsistency when contrasted with the Vedas. In the Vedic literature, Indra is a heroic god. In the Avestan (ancient, pre-Islamic Iranian) texts such as Vd. 10.9, Dk. 9.3 and Gbd 27.6-34.27, Indra – or accurately Andra[51] – is a gigantic demon who opposes truth.[41][g] In the Vedic texts, Indra kills the archenemy and demon Vritra who threatens mankind. In the Avestan texts, Vritra is not found.[51] ~Wikipedia~

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldaboath Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga.

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #ibis #thoth #digitaria #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley #typhon #echidna

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Singing Triad Fic

so I wrote a thing for Don/Cosmo/Kathy from Singing in the Rain(1952)

Going Public

The final recording scene where Don tells Kathy he wants to go public about their relationship.

Except all three of them are in a relationship and it's very fluffy until Lina shows up.

Here on AO3 or under the cut(but to warn you its just over 2k so it’s a long one)

"Alright, Kathy, go ahead." Cosmo grinned from the recording booth as Kathy finished reading out Lina's final lines, trying his best to keep a dopey, lovestruck smile off his face. He couldn't believe he'd gotten so lucky as to have both Don and Kathy, even if that particular relationship was even more under wraps than Don and Kathy by themselves.

"That's great! Perfect, cut!" Cosmo had to wait a few agonizing seconds more before they were clear to leave the recording booth. He jumped up and hurried over to the door to head into the room with Don and Kathy.

He opened the door to Don's voice. "-can't wait until the picture's finished." Don looked over to see Cosmo at the door and smiled at him, gesturing him over. Cosmo obligingly walked over and stood next to Don, hands cheerfully clasped behind his back. He knew what Don was about to suggest to Kathy- Don had suggested it to him just last night, after all. Don looked back at Kathy and held her gently. "No more secrecy, I'm gonna let Lina know, I'm gonna let everyone know."

Kathy's eyes widened and she glanced at Cosmo, so he smiled reassuringly and added, "Just about you two. I thought it'd be too much of a stir if we told people about me. And the studio is certainly going to want you two married by spring." He grinned and nodded at Don. "Besides, we both know how much of a lovesick ham Don is- imagine the scandal!" He swung around and slung an arm over Kathy's shoulders, sweeping his other hand through the air in front of them. "Lockwood the Homewrecker! Can't stop flirting with his best friend's wife!" Kathy grinned. He leaned in and said in a loud whisper, "Though of course no one would notice him flirting with his best friend as well- that leading man aesthetic does wonders for public perception, you know." He winked and Kathy giggled at that.

She put a hand on Cosmo's shoulder gently. "Are you sure you're alright with this?"

Cosmo grinned at her. "More than." He hooked his thumbs through imaginary suspenders and strutted a few steps forward before turning back. "If you two don't get married, the studio will have to cook up some romance for one or both of you for publicity, and I think we've had enough of that, don't you?" He fidgeted, the confident air faltering slightly. "I'd hate that."

Kathy smiled gently and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. "You're wonderful, Cosmo." She hugged him tightly and then turned to Don, taking both of his hands in hers. "And if you're both absolutely sure, there's nothing I'd like more." She smiled at him. "Though, your fans will be bitterly disappointed."

Don tilted Kathy's chin up, ready to kiss her. "From now on, there are only two fans i'm worrying about." Cosmo grinned at Don's cheesy line, taking a few steps aside to sit on the edge of one of the chairs in the recording room while Don and Kathy kissed happily.

"There!"

"OH!" At the familiar screech from the door, the three turned quickly, Cosmo nearly falling off his perch as he did so. At least he'd had the presence of mind to give the two of them some room- the last thing they needed right now was Cosmo getting mixed up in rumors around the golden picture that was Don and Kathy.

And of course, there stood Ms. Lina Lamont and Ms. Zelda Zanders.

"What did I tell you, Lina?" Zelda turned her nose up at the three dismissively.

Lina glowered. "Thanks, Zelda, you're a real pal."

Zelda and Lina stalked across the room, Zelda with a self-satisfied smirk and Lina with boiling fury.

Cosmo's heart sank a bit. This wasn't going to go over well.

Lina began her screeching, "I want that girl off the lot at once! She ain't gonna be my voice!" She put one hand on her hip and cocked it. "Zelda told me everything."

Cosmo could see the resignation on Don's face even as Don smiled thinly at Zelda.

"Thanks, Zelda, you're a real pal." Don's voice was thick with sarcasm.

Kathy glanced over at Cosmo, so he tried to give her a reassuring look that everything would be fine, but even he knew it was weak.

Zelda laughed shortly. "Oh, anytime, Don." She turned on her heel and left, pleased with the havoc she'd caused.

Cosmo tuned back into Lina's tantrum to hear Kathy trying to reason with Lina.

"Now, look, Miss Lamont, Don and I have-"

"DON?!" Cosmo winced in sympathy for Kathy having to face Lina's full screech right up close. He'd been on the receiving end of enough of them to know how they made your ears ring for full minutes afterwards.

Lina shoved Don out of the way. "Don't you dare call him Don! I was calling him Don before you were born!"

Don closed his eyes briefly before opening them to look over at Cosmo, then back at Kathy and Lina. Kathy looked indignant but speechless, and Don looked like he was about a yard from the end of his tether.

Lina sputtered for a minute. "I mean, I mean, wh-wh-" She looked back and forth before rounding on Kathy again. "You were kissing him!" Lina screeched, gesturing wildly at Don.

Don rolled his eyes and gestured grandly. "I was kissing her!"

Cosmo smirked at Don's dramatics, barely biting back the snort that threatened to escape.

"I happen to be in love with her!" Don continued, gesturing emphatically at Kathy again and glowering at Lina. Cosmo's heart clenched at that, wishing he could say the same so plainly. Kathy caught his eye and he could see in her eyes that she understood. He allowed himself a private smile before returning his attention back to Lina's theatrics.

"That's ridiculous, everybody knows that you're in love with me!" Lina said. She smiled as charmingly as she could manage at Don, but Don was fully at the end of his tether as he put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes, laughing in disbelief.

"Now, look, Lina, Lina, try and understand this." He put his hands up placatingly. "I'm going to marry her." Cosmo felt his heart clench a bit once more at that. Though he was thrilled for the two of them and he couldn't be more pleased as to how it looked like it was going for the three of them, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he would never get to marry either of the loves of his life. Not that there was another option, but he was a bit disappointed all the same.

While Cosmo had been thinking, Lina had continued ranting. "She's just a flirt trying to get ahead by using you. Well, I'll put a stop to that! I'm gonna go up and see RF right now!" Lina made as though she really did mean to storm up to RF's office and screech at him too.

Cosmo's eyes widened and he quickly stepped in, catching Lina by the shoulders and halting her on her warpath. "Up, you're a little late, Lina." He tried to keep the self-satisfied smile off of his face. "The picture's already finished. And if this girl weren't in the picture, you would be finished too." He forcibly moved her back, still standing between her and the door.

Lina sneered in Kathy's direction. "As far as I can see, she's the only one who's finished. Who'll ever hear of her?" She smiled, pleased with herself.

Don cut in angrily, his arm looped around Kathy's shoulders and holding her close. "Everybody." When Lina's head whipped up to look at him, he continued. "Why do you think Zelda's in such a sweat? Because Kathy nearly stole the picture from her."

Cosmo moved around, starting to walk behind Lina. "Sure, she's only doing you a favor, helping you in The Dancing Cavalier." He gave Kathy a blinding, loving smile and shot her a wink from behind Lina's back.

Don continued their train of thought for him, "And she's getting full screen credit for it, too." Cosmo's heart swelled at the thought that the three of them had worked so hard to save the picture, and it had gone off without so much as a hitch, at least until this minute. It had been a great idea, if he did say so himself, and the movie was looking to be a real smash hit.

Lina's eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish. "You... you mean it's gonna say up on the screen that I don't talk and sing for myself?!" As she got angrier, Cosmo judged the distance between Lina and Kathy, hoping if she decided to lunge that between he and Don they'd be able to stop her, before deciding he had better move between them.

"Of course! What do you think?" Cosmo settled himself behind the group, right between Don and Lina.

"B-but they can't do that!" Lina argued.

Cosmo almost laughed at that. "It's already done!" He was sure he looked far too pleased with himself, but to be frank, he was. He was pleased with what the three of them had come up with and all the work they'd done, and Lina wasn't going to come in and ruin that for them. It was too late now, anyway.

Don continued their train of thought once more. "And there's a whole publicity campaign being planned." His grip tightened protectively around Kathy.

Lina looked like she was about to explode, and explode she did. "Publicity?! They can't make a fool outta Lina Lamont!" She paced back and forth, stamping as she went. Cosmo tensed, hoping she wasn't actually going to attack Kathy and claw her eyes out, but it seemed she was too busy ranting. "They can't make a laughingstock outta Lina Lamont! What do they think I am, dumb or something? Why, I make more money than..." She got right up into Don's face before she paused, thinking, "Than Calvin Coolidge!" She nodded decisively. "Put together!" And, satisfied she'd gotten the last word, she stormed off to go do heaven knows what.

Cosmo moved to stop her, but Kathy put a hand on his arm as the door swung shut behind Lina.

"No, Cos, it's fine. What can she do, anyway?"

Cosmo looked at the door one more time and turned away, putting an arm around Kathy's waist on her other side. "I don't know, I just..."

Don finished for him. "Don't like it."

Cosmo looked at him over Kathy's head, nodding. "Yeah, it smells." He looked at Kathy and put one hand on her cheek gently. "Lina's a snake, Kathy, you can't trust her."

Kathy looked between them. "What do you mean? I know she doesn't like me, but I did hit her in the face with a cake, after all."

Don shook his head, already saying, "Lina doesn't like you because I've been interested in you from the moment we met." He sighed. "Enough so that she went out of her way to get you fired, remember?"

Kathy quirked her mouth to one side. "But it's all over now, isn't it? The Dancing Cavalier is saved, it's done."

Cosmo nodded, looking at the door Lina had stormed out of. "Yep. I just hope there's nothing Lina can do now. She's in a heckuva rage, and Lina in a rage..."

Don finished, "Is not a Lina you want to be dealing with."

Kathy looped her hands through their elbows. "Well, nothing we can do about it now, is there? Let's get some lunch while we wait for the rushes to come back."

Cosmo grinned. "Miss Selden, you are a fountain of good ideas."

Kathy beamed. "You'll just have to keep me around then, won't you?"

Don kissed her forehead as the three of them walked out, Cosmo holding the door while Don and Kathy walked out arm-in-arm, Lina put in the back of their minds for the moment.

#singing in the rain #singing in the rain(1952) #cosmo brown/don lockwood/kathy selden #the singing triad #cosmo brown #don lockwood #kathy selden #lina lamont #zelda zanders #scene reimagined #rewritten with the three of them being in a relationship already #established relationship #fluff #lina is angry and screechy #the final recording scene #a little bit of foreshadowing angst for what happens after this scene in the movie #this is cute dw #my writing #fanfiction #original post

[descendantofthesparrow]

Protective P2 - Harry Hook x reader - commission work

(gif by Val on twitter) 

Protective p1 (OG version, bad writing made in early 2019)

Protective p1 (V2 REWRITTEN VER made in October 2020)

commissioned by @thebookbakery

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You stared wide-eyed at the letter held in your eyes; sent, written, and signed by King Ben himself.

Dear Mr. Harry Hook and Ms. (y/n) of the isle. His Royal Majesty, King Ben of Auradon, and his Councilor Ms. Evie of the Isle, hereby request the pleasure of your company, for the upcoming academic year at Auradon prep. Please notify his Majesty’s couriers of your response to this request.

-we’d love to have you three with us here in Auradon, you and your child deserve a better life, will you come? If you accept you will be picked up one week from your response date and will live in the dorms until graduation. - King Ben

It had been around two months since the whole ‘kidnapping ben for the wand’ situation, and Ben had not been able to get you, Harry, and your baby off his mind. And before anybody else could stop him; he made the arrangements for the three of you to live in Auradon, and sent the very invitation you were holding now.

You stood from the barrel you were sitting on and walked into your shared room with Harry, holding up the letter as he looked up from feeding Arella. “what’s up-“ he paused as you turned the letter around and let him read it. His eyes went wide “holy shit, is-is that fer real?!” he stood, gently moving Arella into your arms and taking the latter, reading it over and over again “holy shit it's real-we-i-you…” he looked back up at you, reaching out for your free hand and intertwined your fingers “should we do this?”

You thought about it for a moment, then looked down at Arella, smiling as she played with your jacket straps “yes…yes we should” you smiled up at Harry, who seemed unsure of this decision but he would follow you into oblivion.

“Okay, I trust yeh” he mumbled, kissing your lips and then Arella’s head.

-

Only a week later, you and Harry were packing the last of your things up to leave for Auradon, Gil had been invited as well, already at the other end of the tunnel to wait for the limo with Dizzy; who had also been invited.

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and picked Arella up off his bed, cradling her carefully in his arms and leading the way out of his room and onto the main deck, where the rest of the crew were waiting.

They all said their goodbyes, Desiree and Drey cooing at Arella and Harry let crew say their personal goodbyes to her. Bonnie squeezing you tightly as you patted her head “stay safe you two” Jonas mumbled, patting Harry’s shoulder as he took Arella from him “and take care of the pirate princess” you and Harry nodded, the crew waving goodbye as you walked off the docks through the tunnel.

You stood with Gil and Dizzy a few moments later, waiting anxiously for the arriving Limo. And behold a minute later it pulled up, the driver stepping out and unlocking the back, helping the four of you load up. Harry took all your bags and stuffed them in the trunk, Dizzy sliding into the car first and taking Arella for you to get in easier.

Harry and Gil soon got in and Harry slid next to you, wrapping one arm around you and the other on Arella, rubbing his thumb on her chest as her tiny little hand curled around his forefinger hanging from your shoulder. “we ready?” Harry whispered, leaning in close to you. You nodded with a nervous smile and Harry kissed your cheek “let’s do this”

-

Two hours later the limo pulled up to Auradon prep, where Ben, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Ben’s mother all stood ready to welcome the four of you. Dizzy bolted out first as soon as the door open and leaped into Evie’s arms, the two squealing with each other in excitement at Dizzy finally being in Auradon.

You weren’t surprised Mal wasn’t there, she didn’t trust or like Harry or Gil at all and probably felt betrayed by you for siding with Uma after she left.

Ben stepped forward as you, Harry, and Gil climbed out of the car, holding a sleeping Arella in your arms. Evie and Belle immediately went soft at the sight of her but kept their composer as Ben stepped forward with a smile “Welcome to Auradon: Ben said happily, clapping his hands together “first I want to apologize it took so long, and second; thank you for accepting my invitation. I know it was hard to make that choice in both trusting me and leaving behind the isle and your family” you knew he meant the crew “but I promise they will soon follow and now;” he gestured back to the dorm building “let’s get you all set up.” You nodded, letting Evie step closer and coo over Arella.

“oh she’s so cute~” Evie giggled, pressing her fingers into Arella’s (not as pudgy as it should be) cheek softly, your baby girl gurgled and pushed Evie’s hand away, Evie laughing quietly at it “oh I love her already…(y/n)?” you hummed, not looking at her as you followed Ben through the halls of the building “im sorry I left you”

You looked into her eyes, softening a bit as you could only see sincerity in her eyes. “i-“ you started, lifting Arella in your arms a bit, her head cradled in your arm. “i-…don’t forgive you, not just yet but” you smiled at her as her face fell but rose in hope at the ‘but’ “we can start with being friends again?” Evie beamed and nodded, looking over at Jay and Carlos who were letting Evie talk to you first before they tried “and them too, I can tell they want to apologize…Mal thought” Evie winced at that, yeah; Mal would probably take a long time to come around. She had even cussed (y/n) out at the hideout after Evie the boys told her about (y/n)s relationship with Harry and her position on the crew.

‘she betrayed us as soon as we left! We can't trust her! Or Harry! they might lead Uma right into Auradon to destroy it!’

To say the least, Evie and the boys distanced themselves from Mal; after seeing her very narrow tunnel vision, they didn’t want to hear her bitch about (y/n) and Harry’s arrival at Auradon.

Evie hoped she would come around soon though; she missed the days of the five of them running around causing chaos. But reminiscing about the wicked old days could be saved for later, as Ben had led the group to one of the dorm rooms.

“Harry, (y/n)?” Ben called, Harry humming and looking up from Arella as he made faces at her “this will be your dorm room” Harry looked surprised at that, he had expected the dorms to separate them but-

Ben opened the door to reveal a large room, two full-sized beds by the windows (that could be easily pushed together), a crib, a newly installed mini kitchen with a working stovetop, a large dresser (two actually) flowing with baby blankets, baby clothes (designed by Evie), toys, baby food, diapers, wipes, anything a young parent could ask for.

“guys” your voice cracked as you walked into the room, Arella already reaching for the teal octopus plush sitting in her new crib “this is-i-holy shit!” Harry walked up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders as he looked around the room with watery eyes.

“I don’ know wha’ ta say” Harry croaked out, turning back to Ben; who just smiled.

“a thank you would be nice” Ben joked then waved it off “we’ll let you settle in, Gil, Dizzy?” the two turned to Ben, who waved them out of the room “I’ll show you to your rooms” Gil gave you and Harry a hug and kissed Arella’s forehead, running out of the room after Ben and the others as he closed the door.

“we’re actually here” you breathed out after a moment of silence, slowly spinning around the room. “actually in Auradon”

“aye,” Harry muttered, noticing your bags had already been brought into the room “kinda weird we’re not ‘ere ta destroy it” you chuckled, handing Arella to him and checking over her new items, Harry cooing at her and lifting her into the air, her adorable baby babble echoing around the room.

A few hours later, everything had been unpacked and set up, Arella was dressed in one of her new outfits, of course, designed by Evie; a tiny red jacket that copied Harrys iconic one, black shorts, booties, and a white t-shirt with a spray paint hook on the front. “hi darling” Harry cooed, kissing his daughters cheek multiple times as she giggled “ah yeh look so badass~”

You laughed at his adorable behavior with your kid and walked over to him, slipping on one of your new jackets from Evie and kissing his cheek “and you are so cute” Harry flushed but accepted the compliment, bringing Arella to his chest and enveloping her in his arms as you grabbed Arella’s dinner. “come on, Ben said we were going out for dinner tonight” Harry hummed, grabbing a baby sling and putting it on, then slipping Arella inside.

-

You sighed, setting down your book bag next to the door and closing it with your foot. You appreciated the fact that FG gave you and Harry only four classes a day (and switched the two of you off so Harry took care of her in the afternoon while you took the morning shift) so you could attend to Arella more often than not but that didn’t prevent you from being exhausted from them.

You looked up and cooed, Harry was on your now connected beds, asleep with Arella sleeping on his chest, his arms curled around her safely. you quickly took a picture with your phone and sent it to Evie, who immediately sent back several heart-eye emojis.

You put your phone on the table and walked over to the bed, carefully climbing on and resting your chin on Harry’s shoulder, reaching up and caressing Arella’s soft cheek. Harry grumbled as he felt you and took one of his arms off of Arella and wrapped it around you, pulling you even further into his side “afternoon my love” you mumbled, leaning up and kissing his cheek “how’d she do?”

“ ‘ad a lil’ tantrum afta’ yeh left, missed ‘er mommy but” he yawned in the middle of his sentence and pushed his cheek onto your head “she did good, fell asleep ‘bout n’ ‘our ‘go”

You hummed and rubbed your thumb on Arella’s chest, she hadn’t even moved in the few minutes you had been on the bed “that’s good, did she eat her lunch?” Harry sleepily nodded and was already falling asleep again, following Arella’s lead.

You stared at the two loves of your life, and you thanked whatever gods that had intervened in your life to let you meet Harry almost two years ago and saved you from meeting a bad end with the Gaston twins. And then you had fallen for him and fallen for him hard. And you didn’t regret going behind your friend's backs to be with him; not if it resulted in the greatest thing you had ever made, that was sleeping on his chest.

-end-

so this was a commissioned 2nd part to one of my very first stories i posted on here back in 2019, that was rewritten in late 2020 and i never planned to continue it, but i was commissioned to do so and im happy with how it turned out~!!!! :3

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

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Korekiyo, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o who has likes some serious problems but they just say eat the pain away

Character: “S/O you can’t just eat your pain away”

S/O, pulling out a bag of chips: “If nobody’s stopping me, who says I can’t?”

Honestly I can at least somewhat relate to this one cause I tend to have a problem eating when I'm bored, but I think I'm getting better about it at least. You probably didn't wanna hear my problems, so let's just get to your request!

A/N: Nagito says 'my hope' as a name a bunch btw and I personally think these might be a little weird and not well written and shuichi's headcanons are very short since I wasn't really sure what else to do so please let me know if you want this rewritten

Warning: a little swearing (I guess)

~Mod Tenko, who clearly talks too much~

Korekiyo Shinguji

Both you and Kiyo have some problems but Kiyo deals with them in a much healthier way than you do

While Kiyo tends to drown himself and others in anthropology, you.. eat.

Had a bad day? Eat a bag of chips.

Emotions gotcha down? Eat a tub of ice cream.

Hell, stubbed your toe and it hurt like a bitch? Great! Go make some mac n' cheese.

Kiyo noticed this early in your relationship, way back to when you were just friends

He's said something to you before about it when you were friends

"Y/n, I've noticed your habit of eating when upset."

"Yeah? It's that obvious?"

"Yes, it is actually quite fascinating, but not a very good coping mechanism."

"Yeah but I don't really have much else to do." You say as you pull out a dollar.

"I'll be right back."

You came back with a bag of chips

Kiyo kinda gave up on that one, but now that you're dating, he was hoping the conversation would go.. a little better than last time

But Kiyo has a little... trick up his sleeve

"Y/n, I would like to discuss something."

"Yeah Kiyo? Hope it's not a three hour long anthropology post again."

"No, but I will continue to share those."

"I would actually like to speak of your poor coping mechanism once more."

...

"This habit of yours can grow unhealthy my love."

"I know Kiyo. I just.. don't know what else to do."

"I'm here for you my love."

"... alright Kiyo."

"But as I'm assuming you already know, old habits die hard."

"Yes, I am painfully aware."

You open the freezer to look for a popsicle

Cold air

"Kiyo where the hell is all the food?"

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito definitely isn't the best at coping either, but lately he's been trying to be better (he's getting therapy, thank god)

But he's well aware of your poor coping as well and wants to help you!

First, he's tries confronting you

"My hope, don't you think you should find a better way to cope?"

"Aw, I appreciate your concern but these chips just hit the spot. Kinda hard to give up yknow."

After the first failure, he takes a different approach and hiding all the food

... just his luck that it'd fall out of its hiding place right as you walked in the room

Alright! No more Mr. Nice guy!

Nagito gets a little stubborn and continues to just bother you about it, with it being brought up in every conversation at least once

While laughing, you finally give in after the 500th 'Please my hope?'

"All right fine, I'll find something else to do!"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you've been nagging me about it for weeks. I have one condition though."

"Yes, my hope?"

"We work on our problems together so we can keep the other in line."

"Anything for you my hope."

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi doesn't really cope well, he just cries and secludes himself

But he loves you so he tries reasoning with you on your unhealthy coping

He even tries to share some of his interests with you

While you agree to join him on his interests, you still ate a lot

Well now he just says it straight up

"Y/n, you can't always just eat your pain away.."

"Nobody's stopping me."

You shove some chips in your mouth

"I'm stopping you!"

Shuichi grabs said chips

He then proceeds to go on a rant about how unhealthy this is and how you can trust him to help you the best way he can

"Alright Shuichi. But at least let me finish those chips!"

"No!"

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30 Days of Outlining - October 2020 Writing Challenge (Preptober)

– Yes, I am aware that October contains 31 days, but I take Halloween off to celebrate and give myself a breath before starting NaNoWriMo on November 1st. There’s a bonus prompt at the end, just in case. I look forward to seeing all of your guys’ responses here using the hashtag #wordsnstuffoutline and over on Instagram, where you can tag me @ writingandsuch.

This challenge begins on October 1st, but I thought I would give you guys some time to plan stuff out, because you may need to switch some days around to accommodate your schedule. You’re free to do one day’s challenge on another day if your schedule doesn’t allow enough time to complete that day’s challenge. Best of luck to you!

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☼ Prompt List ☼

What point of view are you writing from and why does it suit your story?

What structure are you using based on your story’s genre and character arcs?

Is your story driven primarily by characters or plot? How do they work together?

If you have a zero draft completed, list what you hope to accomplish as you rewrite. If you are approaching the zero draft, list what you’d like to accomplish in this preliminary telling of the story. *

Where does your story begin and why? 

Where have you placed the climax and how does this aide in the smooth resolution? If you’re writing a series, what does the climax introduce that will not be solved in the resolution?

If you’ve fleshed out your characters, how can you utilize different plot points to show their traits and nuance to the reader? If you haven’t, I recommend the “Character first, plot second” questionnaire.

What details of the plot/characters have you left to discover as you write or revise in future drafts? Why?

Create a “timeline” chart that demonstrates the pacing in your story. Describe the pacing trends and how this serves your story. Are there any points you would like to space out or condense?

Make a five sentence summary of your story. One for each of the major stages of a story; Exposition, Rising Action, Climax, Falling Action, and Resolution.

How do you resolve your major conflict, and how does this resolution provide payoff for the built tension?

How do you build tension throughout the plot?

What are the major stakes that persist throughout the plot? How are they answered in the resolution?

Create a three-sentence summary for each of your main characters’ arcs. Where do they begin, what causes a shift, and what is the outcome?

What will your reader notice when they read your story the second time that will make them say “I should have seen that coming”?

How will you incorporate foreshadowing into the plot without giving away the ending or being too subtle?

What are the major themes you hope you incorporate into the plot/arcs and why? 

Where will these themes be placed amongst the subplots, main plots, and character arcs?

How do your themes tie together as a complete work?

Make a simple chart that demonstrates the rise and fall in action, as well as the major twists that occur in your story. How evenly placed is the action and the reaction?

Describe the evolution of the 3 main relationships portrayed in your story, using the Beginning, shift, and outcome structure. 

How do you plan to incorporate time-period and setting into the story in a meaningful/note-worthy way, without info-dumping?

Are there any symbols you initially see incorporating into your plot? Go through your outline so far and note places where you may have room to hint at them.

Describe the evolution of tone in your story. Focus especially on suspense and tension.

List the major and minor events that occur in your story, then describe their consequences, both short-term and long-term. 

How does your falling action effectively bridge the gap between the climax and the resolution?

What emotion do you hope the reader exits your story with? What do you hope they remember most about the story?

What commonalities of the genre have to incorporated into your story, and how have you changed them to suit your original vision?

How do your characters, theme, and conflict develop throughout the story? Does one develop faster/deeper than the others? How can you create or maintain this balance?

Are there any scenes that you are looking forward to writing the most? How can you utilize them to motivate you to continue, as well as get into the groove of the story the fastest?

*Zero Draft: a preliminary telling of the story to get the main ideas and events out of your head to be edited, refined, rewritten, and perfected in subsequent drafts. (A rough, rough draft that is meant for your personal use)

☼ Bonus Challenge ☼

If you’ve already planned your major scenes, go through them and make sure you know how each scene serves the plot, develops the characters, and prepares the reader for upcoming events/information.

☼ Useful Resources To Help You Win ☼

Plot Structures

Useful Writing Resources | Part II

Pros & Cons of Different Points of View

Resources For Plot Development

Guide To Plot Development

Writing Long Stories Without Filler

Novel Planning 101

Tackling Subplots

Outlining By Chapter

Character Driven vs. Plot Driven Stories

How To Write A Story Timeline

Making A Story Come Together

How To Engage The Reader

Pacing Appropriately

Tips on Introducing Backstory

How To Develop A Distinct Voice In Your Writing

Balancing Detail & Development

Tips on Balancing Development

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Hi I was wondering if your requests are open? If so then would you be willing to do yandere chrollo and Feitan sharing an s/o? Like a poly relationship kinda thing? If your requests aren’t open or you don’t feel comfortable with it then feel free to just delete this! Have a nice day/night!

Information that I have rewritten this since I’ve made some dumb mistakes in here😓.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, sadism, threatening, killing, controlling Yandere, strict Yandere, manipulation, gaslighting

Chrollo and Feitan sharing a darling

📖☠️I wouldn’t really see Chrollo tolerating sharing his darling with anyone, though someone from the Phantom Troupe he trusts has more rights in regards of his darling. Still though, he’s far too possessive for that so I really can only see this work if Feitan was the one who found and captured the darling first, and that for a while. It’s likely that at one point everyone of the spiders will find out and in that case Feitan will be forced to introduce his darling at the very least, there are some people who want to know who the small sadist has it bad for after all. Chrollo…has some mild interest at first, he really only cares that Feitan can guarantee that you won’t tell anyone about what you know.

📖☠️He trusts Feitan enough though so that he will allow him in the end to keep the darling. Funnily I’d say that Chrollo could already be after the first meeting slightly interested in the darling. Feitan…Feitan had a longer stalker period after he caught his thoughts constantly drifting back to you and after he snapped and got annoyed with his feelings, he abducted his s/o. Chrollo on the other hand needs something which intrigues him, fascinates him with a normal citizen. One meeting still is not enough, it leaves an lasting impression and slight wonders, but Chrollo has yet to fall deeper into his own twisted obsession before the respect that you’re Feitan’s darling will be tested.

📖☠️A second and maybe a third meeting might be needed until it’s almost like Chrollo has been placed under a disease where the only cure seems to be you. Observing how frightened and jumpy his s/o is around everyone, how terrified they look whenever Feitan glare at them with the silent message to behave and how awful and forbidden the scars and bruises on their skin looks. Seeing how Feitan treats such a sweet, endearing thing like you stirs up disagreement, distaste up inside of him. A slight narrow of his eyes as he begins to worry that one day you might shatter under Feitan’s treatment, losing someone as interesting and cute as you. A thought has his heart hurting. What a tragedy that would be.

📖☠️When he talks with that about Feitan some time later, that the spider probably should treat their lover like a treasure and not an enemy of the Troupe is the beginning of this begrudgingly relationship. Feitan…is rendered speechless after hearing such words from his boss, more a demand than a nice suggestion. This could be Chrollo trying to be a gentleman of course, but Feitan knows this man for a little while longer now. It’s not like him since Chrollo only puts on such faces to get what he wants to know. Would he normally really interfere, almost threaten in a slight tone to try to stop this treatment?

📖☠️More frequent requests about how his darling is doing and using excuses from other members who want to meet you once again against Feitan only strengthens his suspicions even more that his boss might have caught a certain liking to you as well. And the short man does not know fully how to deal with this. He respects Chrollo endlessly yet starts feeling the growing threat more and more the more he has to see how his boss starts interacting with you, charming you and showing you care. Wounds that might not have fully healed will be stitched from Machi and he promises them that he’ll convince Feitan to stop this treatment.

📖☠️Feitan, not someone to be insecure, starts growing paranoid and slowly lunatic as well. How couldn’t he? Here is his boss, the one he swore loyalty too, taking a rapid interest in his s/o and sweet talking them. His boss is good in seducing someone, so the doubts that his darling might end up liking him and leaving him start pondering in his head more and more. The fear of losing someone to someone else, Chrollo from all people, is a situation Feitan never imagined himself to be in. Yet here he is, working himself completely up. His possessiveness grows, suddenly he always glues himself to your side whenever he takes you with him to the spiders, watching with a burning gaze. There were a few times where he even ended up asking you what you thought of his boss, though you were probably too frightened to say anything that might anger him.

📖☠️Pakunoda, Nobunaga and Machi were probably the first ones to realize that there was a building tension between Chrollo and Feitan and it’s likely that they had started suspecting that their boss was developing growing feelings for you as well. And it baffled them as well, knowing that this might cause problems and had already affected Feitan greatly. He had been in his worst moods and had lashed out on every member who had asked him about his darling. The three respect Chrollo and Feitan so all of them obviously wanted to find a way to solve this problem, though it was hard to believe that Chrollo wouldn’t do something either. But they wanted to at least discuss something with him.

📖☠️And shortly after Chrollo did indeed, reaching out to Feitan so he could have a talk with him somewhere alone. The leader of the Troupe had came to realize that he had fallen utterly in love with the new addition to the spiders as well and indeed, a possessive and discontent feeling was bestowed upon him whenever he had though and seen his darling spider and Feitan together. A man who had abused his poor lover with whips and chains. And the hostility which Feitan tried to suppress due to his respect for Chrollo had not been fruitless either, it only proved that Feitan held him in high regards yet was scared.

📖☠️It was easy to read Feitan in regards of his darling, the closed hearted man showed his true intentions and feelings. And as Chrollo confessed his feelings for the darling to Feitan, for a short moment his heart really did miss a beat. Eyes looking down as many conflicting emotions were clashing inside of him. Anger, confusion, frustration and fear. Chrollo could technically take his darling away from him, manipulate them and make them fall in love with him. It was all possible and the question was if Feitan would be able to do something against it. He couldn’t possibly fight Chrollo.

📖☠️Yet he was caught off-guard again when Chrollo suggested a very unusual offer, sharing. Admittedly, his greedy side had considered taking you away from Feitan yet there was the fact that he cared still for the members. And even if a thief took what they wanted, Feitan had never once betrayed or disappointed him and had been the first one to find you. He respects him and after a long talk with Pakunoda, Machi and Nobunaga who had all been concerned since sniffing out the signs, he had decided to try to be respectful. Honestly, none of those was exactly happy with that, but it was the best choice without drama. For Feitan probably more because he could still be with his darling.

📖☠️Everyone is not exactly surprised except for those really oblivious ones, otherwise all knew that their boss had feelings for Feitan’s darling. What did come as a surprise was that both of them had begrudgingly agreed to share. Caring for their fellow Troupe member Feitan and highly respecting their boss Chrollo everyone can still probably agree that this was the best outcome, though they’re all anxious how this will work exactly out and how you will end up.

📖☠️Chrollo still holds more control since he is still Feitan’s leader and he starts exactly with his sadistic and vicious outlashes on his darling. Because those are forbidden from now on, seeing all the wounds and scares on you makes this man agitated. You shouldn’t suffer like this. Another advantage Chrollo really has is that he has his charms and starts improving his darling’s life by a lot and since they are still terrified of Feitan (in most cases), they might tend to cling more to him. Something Chrollo uses with nightmarish perfection and something that is a harsh punch in the heart to handle for Feitan. He saw it coming yet it causes him to feel pain he doesn’t want to feel.

📖☠️Whilst I see Chrollo as responsible enough to guarantee that Feitan gets some time with the darling, if they were to refuse because they don’t want to be alone with Feitan, he won’t force them. Chrollo is a man who keeps his word to Feitan though, so if he promised he will still have to leave, even if it does satisfy him to see that his darling prefers him. He’d never show that though. Feitan has a harder time dealing with this all after, he does not have what Chrollo has and has a history of having his sadistic way with them. By now he has most likely softened far enough up to not do so anymore, not to mention that Chrollo is now in the picture.

📖☠️I still feel like that even if Chrollo would take advantage of the situation, he’d probably still give him some tips on what he can do to hopefully get the love of his darling which Chrollo is currently heading for in a rapid tempo. Feitan asks others like Pakunoda and Nobunaga as well after having swallowed his pride as well. And after that, behold yourself, he starts trying to be nice towards his darling. Something Chrollo acknowledges yet also sees as a certain sort of rivalry.

📖☠️There is always some sort of tension between those two, more subtle in peaceful times and sharp as a knife whenever one catches you being affectionate with the other one. No doubt that those two kind of rip the darling back and forth since both are extraordinarily possessive over their darling, the only things bonding them together is their mutual respect for each other and the darling. But seriously, do not hurt their darling. At this rate the whole damn Troupe has gotten attached to you so everyone daring to harm you will drown in the depths of hell.

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[anna-pixie]

padawan -> obi-wan kenobi {part three}

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hello!! i have written and rewritten this part a lot, and i still can’t decide whether i am completely happy with it, so honest feedback is encouraged!! ty all so much for your love on the last part, i hope you enjoy <3

summary: you and obi-wan head out on another mission, but something has got him in an awful mood (lmk if you guys figure out what his mood is about before the next part!!)

pairings: obi-wan kenobi x reader

warnings: mentions of sex

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“Y/N, when you said you were serious about your training I expected I would see you there on time each morning.” The familiar lilt of Obi-Wan’s voice jerks you up from your incredibly deep sleep. You wipe away the drool from the corner of your mouth and gaze around your room with bleary eyes. 

There’s nobody there. 

Then a knock sounds from your door and you realise that your Master is too respectful to just barge into your room without permission. 

“Come in, Master.”

You hear the hiss of your door sliding open and smile sheepishly as your favourite bearded face peers around into the unhomely expanse of your room. Unlike the Jedi Masters, padawans weren’t encouraged to decorate their rooms. That’s a privilege earnt through time and experience. You’re thankful that you went to bed wearing a large jumper last night, though as you stretch the material exposes your stomach ever so slightly. 

“I broke my datapad yesterday…” You trail off, knowing that this is the third one you’ve gone through this year, “I didn’t have anything to set an alarm on.” An innocent smile graces your lips as Obi-Wan sighs, sitting next to you on your unmade sheets as he returns it with his own wry grin. 

“Whatever am I going to do with you, Padawan?” You know your Master well enough by now to be able to tell what he is feeling by the tone of his incredibly expressive voice, and thankfully right now he doesn’t seem too annoyed by your lack of care for your datapad. However, you also know that you’re treading on very thin ice, that you’re going to have to start putting a lot more effort in unless you want him to give up on you like everyone else has. 

It’s been a few weeks since you met Ahsoka which gave you the motivation you needed to get back on track. To say it’s been a hard few weeks would be an understatement. You’re up every morning before the light, fighting and learning and meditating with Obi-Wan. The two of you spend a lot of time together alone in the mornings and evenings when most other people in the temple have already retired to bed, but a lot of your time in the day is shared by Anakin - he thinks it is a great idea to train you and Ahsoka together. 

Now that was a kick in the teeth. 

You like Ahsoka, you really do, but it’s so humiliating to be trained alongside someone so much younger than you. Especially in front of the man you’re head over heels in love with. And, as another cherry on top of the cake of your shit life, the senate has been quiet as of late, which means Padme has plenty of free time to come and oversee your training sessions. Keeping an eye on the Jedi Temple, she says, but everyone sees the smiles exchanged between her and her Jedi. It makes you feel queasy. 

How are you supposed to focus on training when your biggest distraction is hanging in front of you everyday?

You have to give it to Obi-Wan, he tries his best to steer you away from the pain caused by seeing Anakin and Padme together. He stands directly in your eyeline when he knows they are near each other, so that you can’t see anything except his smiling face. When Anakin suggests lunch with Ahsoka and Padme, Obi-Wan regretfully informs him of the non-existent prior engagements the two of you have with a sneaky smile your way. 

With all the hardship of the past few weeks, you’re happy with how close it has brought you and your Master. 

“Can we just leave it for today, Master? Please.” You flop back down onto your bed, your eyes remaining on Obi-Wan as you send him your best pleading, doe-eyed look. 

“Sadly, we’ve been called away to war so I’m afraid that isn’t an option. It seems as though this is going to be a long operation. We’re first needed in Umbara, it seems as though General Krell has been executed by the clones. After that we go straight to Mandalore.”

“The clones executed a Jedi General?” Your voice is high as you stand up, heading over to your small closet and quickly rifling through your clothes to find something that would hold up for a few days. 

“It appears that he was a Separitast sympathiser. He turned two clone units against each other, forced them to kill their own.”

Your eyes are wide as Obi-Wan continues to explain the situation awaiting the two of you on Umbara, and your heart clenches as you think about what the Clones must have been gonig through during their time there. You know attachments are forbidden as a Jedi, but you can’t help the close relationships you have formed with some of the soldiers. Captain Rex is like a brother to you. 

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An hour later, you’re holding onto the bar above you as your ship takes off in the direction of Umbara, Obi-Wan looking more jittery than you’ve ever seen him as he paces around next to you. 

“You okay, Master? You seem shaken up.”

“I’m fine, young one.” He dismisses you with a shake of your head, “Come with me, we may as well get some training in whilst we’re enroute.” He doesn’t say anything else, just turns away and heads out of the bridge with not so much as a glance back to make sure you’re following him.

What on Alderaan is going on with him?

His mood doesn’t let up during training, you’ve never seen him come at you so relentlessly. If it wasn’t for the fact that they knew you so well, the passing clones would probably assume that the two of you were fighting to the death in your training room. 

A cry escapes your mouth as he knocks the saber from your hand, as it clatters to the ground and rolls somewhere you don’t bother to look for, you expect him to stop. However his saber remains active, and he seems to be in a trance of sorts as he swings for you once more, only stopped from making contact with a part of your body when you swing your leg out from beneath you, causing the two of you to fall to the ground with a low grunt from him. His saber falls from his grasp in the same way yours did, and you work on figuring out how to calm him down as his body cages yours into the ground. 

The only noise in the room is the sound of you both breathing heavily, and when your eyes finally look up and meet his again you almost feel as though he has used the force to steal your breath away from you. His blue eyes capture yours, not letting up as his gaze seems to only darken the longer the two of you lay there. 

You can’t help but be reminded of a similar situation you found yourself in with Anakin a while ago, the two of you ended up tangled on the ground after a round of playful sparring. It was all heavy breathing and dark looks and you remember that all you could think was how much you had wanted him to kiss you in that moment.

So why, Maker tell, do you have the exact same feeling now? You thought that your crush on Obi-Wan had been a silly, fleeting thing back when you first began training under him. You didn’t think it would return with a vengeance, your mind silently asking him to lean down further as you struggle to pull your eyes away from his own. When you and Anakin has been in this same situation, you had hoped that he was going to kiss you, so it was humiliating when he finally tore his gaze from yours and pulled himself away from you with an awkward cough. 

You think that Obi-Wan will do the same. Of course he will, he’s the most rule abiding Jedi you’ve ever met. 

That’s why, when you feel his lips being placed softly on yours, you think you’re just hallucinating. It takes your mind a moment to catch up to what is actually occurring, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulls away and then presses his lips to yours with more fervour once he realises that you aren’t going to push him away. 

The hand that almost struck you with his saber minutes before reaches up, holding onto your jaw whilst the other keeps him steady on top of you. He breathes heavily as he kisses you, your breath minging as you savour the feeling. This isn’t your first kiss, you had snuck out to the clubs of Coruscant before and kissed random boys before, but this was different. This was your first kiss since you had fallen in love with Anakin. All those nights you had spent dreaming, hoping, praying that he would be the next person you kiss. Yet here you are, your lips moving feverishly against your Master’s as you thread one of your hands into the long hair at the nape of his neck. 

You must stay like that, basking in the feeling of each other for a good few minutes before a loud bang from the corridor snaps you both out of the spell you had fallen under. Obi-Wan quickly gets up, sticking out his hand to locate his saber, unable to look you in the eye as you slowly rise from your position. Your mouth tingles and your eyes are wide as you stare at the side of Obi-Wan’s head. 

He smooths his hand over his beard and mumbles a quick, “That shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry, Padawan.” before leaving the room hastily. You flinch at the way he says the word Padawan, like he is reminding you both that what you just did was not only forbidden but also extremely morally wrong. You’ve never been one to care about such trivialities, but Obi-Wan is definitely a fair bit older than you, to say the least. 

As you catch your breath and find your lightsaber, you think to yourself that it’s good that you were interrupted, because if you weren’t then you might’ve been found by a soldier who would’ve reported what he saw back to the council. You ignore the part of you that wishes you would have continued, that thinks of how well your lips worked together and how at home you felt with his body on top of yours. And most of all, you ignore the part of you that wonders if him kissing you had anything to do with his sudden mood change since departing for the trip.

The rest of the journey is slow and quiet, you take some time to meditate and gather your thoughts, knowing you’re in no state to be dealing with anything important right now. A soldier offers you something to eat but you have to decline, with the way your stomach is turning you know you won’t be able to stomach any food. 

Obi-Wan seems to have retired to somewhere quiet on the ship, you don’t see him until you touch down on Umbara. The capital has been captured now, and that is where you will spend the night before heading to Mandalore, however you must first deal with the execution of General Krell at a nearby facility that was taken by the clones. 

You walk silently alongside your Master, an awkward tension in the air that is an extreme change from your usual playful banter and general good moods. As you approach Captain Rex and his troopers, he shoots you an inquisitive look, which you quickly brush off with a whisper that you’ll talk to him later. 

The situation is resolved quickly, you and your Master both know you can take Rex’s word for the events that transpired, and you make sure Krell’s body is properly taken care of. 

“We’ve only got one spare speeder on us, General, so Y/N will have to ride with one of the boys.” Are Captain Rex’s departing words before his gunship takes off towards the capital, leaving you, Obi-Wan and a few more troopers to travel back via speeder. 

“You can ride with me, Y/N.” A clone who is about to depart shouts over to you, though your attempt to walk in his direction is thwarted by a sudden, harsh grip on your forearm. You turn quickly, shocked to see Obi-Wan shake his head, gesturing over to his own speeder instead. 

“She’ll ride with me.” 

The trooper offers no argument, simply saluting the two of you before speeding off towards the capital with a trail of dust in his wake. 

You notice that Obi-Wan still hasn’t directly addressed you since the incident on the ship, so you stay quiet whilst climbing onto the speeder, waiting for him to say something. A squeak leaves your mouth when you’re pushed forward, Obi-Wan’s large body enveloping you from behind as he reaches past you to grab hold of the handles, and you’re off before you can even think about what is going on.

“We need to talk when we get back.”

Are the first words spoken to you, and the last, because he quickly falls silent. Though, you can’t help the warmth that spreads through you when his chin rests on your shoulder, his beard scratching your cheek oh so slightly. 

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Dinner in Umbara is a quick affair, you scoff down what you can, not talking as much as usual due to your preoccupied mind. Obi-Wan disappeared after you both briefed Master Windu who is still back at the temple, and you wonder if he is off meditating somewhere, trying to reconcile for the ‘mistake’ that the two of you made. 

You’ve been fighting your own inner turmoil about the situation since it happened earlier that day. Once you finish your food, you retire back to the uncomfortable bed in a tiny room at the top of the large building, assuming that Obi-Wan has decided to forgo the conversation and ignore you altogether. 

As you lie on the hard metal, your mind wanders over the past few months. You wonder how Anakin would react if he knew you and Obi-Wan had kissed. Would he be angry? Jealous? Happy? Deep down you know you would want him to be jealous, you would want him to be angry at the thought of any other man having you in the way that he wants you. 

But he doesn’t want you in that way, you remind yourself. Does Obi-Wan even want you in that way? You know he is a well revered man, and nobody can deny how good looking he is. If he really was looking for a romantic, or even just sexual, connection he could probably find that anywhere - why would he get that from plain old you?

A pang of sadness hits your gut as you think about him regretting the kiss, returning to Coruscant and finding another girl that he would rather betray the Jedi code in order to be with. And with wide eyes and a whisper of ‘oh no’, you realise that this is exactly how you felt when your feelings for Anakin started growing stronger. Just what did that kiss stir within you, surely your years old feelings for your Master haven’t suddenly resurfaced, right?

A knock on your door startles you, that deep in thought you hadn’t heard anyone approaching your rather isolated room. 

“Y/N?” It’s Obi-Wan. 

“You can come in, it’s open.

He slides the door open, his actions sheepish and small and not at all like the overly confident man he usually is. It pains you to see him like this, stumbling and second guessing everything he does. 

“You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked when you’re not on Coruscant, anything could wander in.”

“Sorry, Master.” You’ve shuffled to the edge of the bed now, Obi-Wan sitting beside you, mirroring the exact position you were in when he woke you up this morning. Before everything turned into a mess. 

“I… I’m so sorry, Padawan. I abused my position as your Master and I never should’ve even thought about doing something like that with you. Especially after you confided in me about your feelings for Anakin, I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of your vulnerability.” His voice is so shaky that you barely recognise it, and a wave of sadness hits you when you realise that he must’ve been carrying this burden of guilt around with him all day. 

“Obi-Wan, it’s fine. You didn’t force yourself on me, I was completely on board when it happened, in fact I quite enjoyed it. I know it was wrong, against the code or whatever, but I won’t tell anybody. Please don’t feel guilty.” You make sure he keeps his eyes on you, a delicate touch on his cheek to keep him faced your way. A sigh emits from his mouth and your heart swells in your chest when he leans his head into your hand, seeking your comfort. 

“I’m tired, Y/N. This war, I’m beginning to feel it’s toll.”

“There’s no shame in admitting you need a break, Master, but it’s not just tiredness that is eating at you right now. I know you, there’s something else going on. You can tell me. Is it something to do with Umbara, Mandalore, anything?”

“Thank you for your concern, Padawan, I’m quite alright.”

“Don’t do that, Obi-Wan.” Your voice wavers this time, “Don’t use that title as a way to brush me off. Yes, I’m your Padawan, but I hope that by now I’m also your friend.”

“Jedi aren’t supposed to have friends, Y/N.”

You scoff, removing your hand from his face as you turn away from him, not wanting to look at him as he lies to you. 

“I was always jealous of him, you know.” He speaks again, after a few minutes of slightly uncomfortable silence. 

“Of who?”

“Anakin.”

You turn back, your interest peaked as he looks at you. You swallow, a blush coating your cheeks as you note that his eyes are as dark as they were before. Before he kissed you. 

“What reason could you possibly have had for being jealous of him? Oh, Maker, don’t tell me you’re in love with Senator Amidala.”

He chuckles, “No, little one, I was jealous of him because he always seemed to have your attention when he cared so little for you. I wanted you to look at me the way you looked at him.”

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[danishphoner]

As we're approaching the end of the year, would you mind sharing what were your greatest fanfic read of 2020?

sure thing, anon! 2020 was a year of colossal academic mistakes that culminated in a season of great fiction reads, so it'll be nice to share what i've read this year:

• @wanderingcas' ascend – ie, another one of sam's literary masterpieces that's helping me through this hellyear:

"Something in the world is wrong. Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas. But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten. Or can it?"

• @chaoticdean's i know when you go down all your darkest roads – i've read many fake/pretend relationships/undercover as married fanfics but jus' might be the best one i've had the chance to read:

"Dean and Castiel go undercover as a couple going through therapy, in order to catch a monster that specifically targets couples dealing with issues, feeding on their distress, anger, and pain. They end up going through a lot more than a case, unfolding feelings left untold for so long, discovering parts of each other they never intended to uncover. But will the feelings raging inside them be enough to bring their walls down?"

• @bluefirecas' belonging – this is how i found out that dmitri writes beautiful and emotionally complex codas. the best one i've read this year: 

'"Okay, well. You know if you need anything I'm right down the hall?" "I know, Sam. Now get outta here and get some sleep." Sam gives a half-smile before he gets up to leave. Dean is lying and Sammy knows it. "Should I leave the door open?" "I'm not a kid, Sam."'

• @valleydean's castiel novak's office, this is dean – 'cause everytime i read something written by mallory i wish they give her the chance of writing a spn spinoff someday:

"Dean Winchester is an executive assistant at an advertising agency. On the day his boss retires, he has an unforgettable one night stand with a new hire, Castiel Novak. The problem: turns out Cas is his new boss."

• @saltnhalo's a lonely vigil (actually, you should read everything written by emma):

"Castiel Novak is twenty-six years old when he's killed in the Civil War. The first soul to be laid to rest in the grounds of the new Lawrence Memorial Cemetery, his spirit remains in a liminal space—not in the living world, but not passing on, forever tasked with helping other spirits to go where he cannot. His vigil over the grounds of his cemetery is a long and lonely one, unable to interact with anyone who still remains in the land of the living. Until he meets Dean Winchester." not published in 2020 but i only found out about them this year:

the last moonlight serenade by gankyourdarlings:

"It's the night before 1945 and Honolulu is celebrating like flipping the calendar is all it'll take to end this thing and send everybody home. Makes for one hell of a party. But it's been a long war, getting longer, and Dean Winchester stopped pinning his hopes on anything a long time ago. Then, as the clock ticks down to the new year, he finds himself in the company of a grounded fighter pilot. All of the sudden, maybe there's something to look forward to."

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo:

'“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”'

asunder by rageprufrock

"Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Matthew 19:6)"

one million fires burning by dothraki_shieldmaiden

"Dean Winchester teaches three classes a day, tutors after school, and chairs the English Department for Lawrence High School. He does enough.

Unfortunately, his boss doesn't feel the same and informs him that he has a new job: co-coaching the school's trivia team. His co-coach? None other than the school's golden boy, Castiel Milton. Who Dean can't stand, for various reasons, all of which are valid, thank you very much. And the fact that Dean can't stop talking about the stick up Cas's, sorry, Milton's ass?

Completely irrelevant."

someone who's feeling for me by ellispark

"Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight. Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away. Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked."

it never gets dark by vaudelin

"Normally Dean wouldn't get out of bed for a run-of-the-mill kidnapping, even without the hangover, but when Sam can't even write out the missing kid's name, he has to admit something's up.

Helping Sam, Patience, and Claire figure out who (or what) erased all traces of the kid is as good a distraction as any to get over Cas bailing from an abortive love confession. But when finding answers comes at a terrible physical price, the team is left with no choice but to call in any help they can get.

Like it or not, Dean and Cas have some uncomfortable truths to confront, and when worst comes to worst they'll discover what truly matters in the end."

honorable mention to the mutuals that write beautiful ficlets/headcanons that grace my dashboard on a daily basis: @dreamnovak @bend-me-shape-me @oflosechesters @pluckydean @shelikestv

#hope this helps anon!!! #thanks for asking <3 #Anonymous #fanfic tag #anne talks