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amysteryspot · 4 years

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Better With You - Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: If you can could you please do one about Tommy having a sort of possessive claim over you (not in an abusive way of course) even though you’ve never looked at him in that way, and when Michael comes into the family again you two get close, which makes Tommy extremely jealous.

Requested by: Anonymous

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: Thomas has known (Y/N) for all of her life and loved her for most part of his, always disguising his claim on her as friendly protectiveness. What happens when Michael makes his way back into the family and starts to get a little too close to her for Tommy’s liking?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, mild smut (?).

Word Count: 3526

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you all have fun reading it too. An especial thank to @the-friendly-editor for helping me edit this, it meant a lot to me. Tags are at the end of the post, if you want to be add send me a message. I would love to hear what you think of it, your feedback is always appreciated.

Things you should consider before reading this:

1. I named the Shelby’s mother Anastasia because I felt like I needed to do that. Also, I know that there is a lot of discussion about Finn and the rest of the Shelbys having the same mother or not. I just assumed that they all have the same mother and she died a little after giving birth to Finn. It is not something groundbreaking for the fic but I wanted to clarify just in case.

2. The boys went to war right at the beginning of it; I just ignored the information given to us by “The Ballad of Tommy Shelby”.

3. I probably forgot to warn you about something, I’m sorry.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name | (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

If you asked Tommy how long he had known (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he wouldn’t know how to answer—fuck, it seemed like the woman had been in his life forever.

He remembered the day his mother had brought him to the (Y/L/N)’s house for them to meet the new baby. Four-year-old Tommy had complained all the way to their neighbor’s house, much to his older brother’s amusement, until their mother had given him a scolding. (Y/N)’s birth had been the talk of Watery Lane. They finally had a sweet little girl for the neighborhood to dote on.

With two sons, Anastasia was more than happy to welcome the little girl into their lives, not so secretly longing to have a daughter, and that was the reason for Tommy to be fussing over going to see the newborn—jealousy.

However, nothing could have prepared little Tommy for what was about to happen when his mother sat him down on the couch and Mrs. (Y/L/N) put the bundle of covers in his arms—his icy blue eyes stared down at baby (Y/N), who stopped crying instantly when she looked up at him with bright (Y/E/C) eyes of her own. From that moment on, Tommy knew that he would always love her.

And love her he did, since that day and throughout all of their lives. He would raise hell at home for his mother to bring him to the (Y/L/N)’s home so he could see (Y/N), and the three adults would all be astonished at how easily the baby would stop crying when she was in his arms. It wasn’t really a surprise that the first word she babbled was “Tom” or that when she started walking, on wobbly feet, it was Tommy she was seeking.

As they grew up, they grew closer, until it became almost impossible to have one without the other. When Ada was born, Tommy was worried about the possibility that (Y/N) would forget about him, that she would be too enchanted by having another girl around. Instead, as the time passed, he discovered that his little sister was one more reason for (Y/N) to spend more time at the Shelby home.

Even when he started messing around with the boys on the street, and she befriended other girls at school, they would still seek each other out whenever they could. They stuck together when their teenage years came, when Tommy started fooling around with girls from school and secretly scaring down most of the boys that showed any interest in (Y/N).

At least, he did until the day she came crying to him about not being good enough or pretty enough for anybody, not like the girls he would go out with, and breaking his heart; that certainly wasn’t what he had in mind when chasing down the boys. All he had wanted was to protect her, to make sure that she wouldn’t exchange him for some other boy. He wanted to ensure that she was his and his only.

That was actually the reason that led to their first kiss—her first kiss—(Y/N/N) had asked him, pleaded with him, through all the tears to just kiss her and get it done. Fifteen-year-old (Y/N) was sure that nobody would ever want her, and she wanted to experience it at least once. She told Tommy he was the only one she trusted with the task.

“It will mean nothing to you, Tom. You have kissed a million other girls already—I will just be another one for you—but it’s important to me. Please, Tom? Please, please.”

Her pleas had won him over, but (Y/N)’s words couldn’t have been further from the truth—the kiss had meant something for him. It had meant more than he predicted when he gave in to her begging, because the moment their lips touched, Tommy realized he was in love with his best friend and the worst part was that she didn’t had a fucking clue about it.

Then Tommy did what he did best; he pretended that it never happened, pushing it away and never talking to anyone about the kiss or his feelings. He stopped chasing down the boys who would show interest in (Y/N) and watched as she eventually started going out with some of them, laughing with him about how stupid she was to think that no one would ever like her.

When her first boyfriend got too handsy and she broke up with him—not before giving him a good left hook that left him with a very black eye, just like Tommy had taught her—(Y/N) had gone straight to the Shelby home, looking for comfort in his arms. Tommy pretended that the gnawing feeling in his chest was nothing but brotherly protectiveness instead of anger, jealousy and possessiveness—a destructive combination, especially on a Shelby boy.

(Y/N) had stayed with him that night, and the both of them slept together like they used to when they were kids. First thing in the morning the next day, right after he left her at her own house, he found her now ex-boyfriend and beat him up. Arthur and Freddie had to get him off of the guy, afraid of what he would end up doing if they didn’t stop him.

After that, Tommy had focused on channeling his frustrations into going out with every girl in town that wasn’t her. It wasn’t difficult, he was good looking and charming and he was very aware of it; that’s how he met Greta, and thought that he could get over his feelings for his best friend with her.

Greta’s parents were against their involvement at first, but he charmed them, so they started dating. His heart broke down when (Y/N) found out and showed genuine happiness for him having finally found somebody to settle down with.

Tommy’s plan was to end things between them. However, Greta fell ill and he didn’t have the heart to break up with her, so he stayed by her side until she passed. (Y/N) gave him support in the only way she knew how: by loving him.

Just not in the way he wanted her to.

When they thought that things would go back to normal, the War exploded and Tommy did the only thing he considered right in his eyes: he enlisted alongside his brothers. Their first fight had taken place on the night he told her he was leaving for France in two weeks. (Y/N) had hit and screamed at him until he was able to take a hold on her and then, then she cried in his arms the whole night, afraid that she would lose him forever.

They did the best they could with those two weeks. Once more, nothing could have prepared Tommy for (Y/N)’s appeal the night before he was shipping to France. She had come to him right after dinner. Her father was preparing himself to leave, too, and both of the (Y/L/N) women were enjoying whatever time they had left with him before he was gone.

As they both laid there in his bed, resting in each other’s arms and staring at the ceiling, (Y/N) made the decision that would seal his fate if he could survive the war.

“Make love to me.”

It wasn’t a question, nor a request—she was simply telling him to make love to her like this was the most logical thing in the world. His breath caught in his throat, preventing him from answering at first, and (Y/N/N) took that as a cue to reassure him.

“It will be like my first kiss, Tommy, just something I have to get over with. I want it to be you. I trust you. Let me give you at least one last good memory of me before you go.”

Again, he caved in, not needing much more convincing than the certainty in her eyes as she looked down at him, propped up on one elbow. Her hand rested unintentionally above his heart. Granting her wishes, he let himself dive into his own desires, touching her the way he had wanted since they had kissed for the first time.

He worked her body like a delicate instrument and pulled at her strings smoothly, engraving every beautiful sound that he coaxed out of her and the feel of her under his fingertips in his memory. When morning came, they were still a mess of limbs intertwined together, trying to hold on to a last thread of hope and imprint the last few hours on their memories.

In a way, (Y/N) was right. The boy that entered that train in 1914 wasn’t the same that got out of it in 1918. Yet, his love for her never faltered; it just became a tad more… dangerous.

Thomas lost count of how many letters they had exchanged during the past four years. He lost count of how many times he dreamt of her, of coming back home and telling her how he felt. However, any courage he had gathered vanished the moment he saw her waiting for him at the train station. He couldn’t condemn her to a life by his side, he had already taken enough from her.

Polly had told him in her letters how (Y/N/N) had helped her with the business, with the house, with Finn, and with any other thing she could. Especially after her mother, who had given up on life after Mr. (Y/L/N) was killed in combat, passed. A part of him felt guilty for not being there for her as much as she was for him when his mother passed and his father left.

“She’s a Shelby now.”

That’s what Polly had said when he asked her if (Y/N) had any remaining family.

Not much changed when they returned. (Y/N/N) still worked with them. She spent more time at the Shelby home and the gambling den than at her own place. The two of them still sought each other out, not talking much, but enjoying each other’s company. It was in those quiet moments with her that Tommy had a little peace.

Thomas drowned himself in work to forget it all, wanting to expand the business, unleashing his ambitions so long smothered by the war. They found the guns, in a strike of luck, he thought. Both Polly and (Y/N) advised him to let it go, but he just couldn’t. It was too good of an opportunity.

Campbell had come because of it, and with him, Grace. At the time, he didn’t know who she really was. He thought that the beautiful, blonde barmaid was just that: beautiful and innocent, everything he and his family were not. So he fooled himself, fell for her, and then she betrayed him and left for America.

Again, (Y/N) was there for him, and again, he found himself sinking into his love for her. The only good thing that came from all this mess was that the business was never better. He thought that it was time to start planning for an expansion, and with that came another thing that he hadn’t quite predicted—Michael.

He had planned to find Polly’s children for her. She had been suffering quite a lot lately. Even if people thought that his heart was as good as gone, he wanted his family to be okay. He wanted them to be happy.

Thomas found the boy and he came to Polly, making his way into the family and the business quickly. That included starting to get close to (Y/N) – too fucking close for his liking.

It was supposed to be natural, he knew that. (Y/N) kept the books at the shop. She was better with numbers than most of them, so it was natural that she would be the one to help Michael when he assumed the position of accounts clerk.

After they came back, he learned that (Y/N) had become very good at sneaking around without getting caught. It was rare to see her with any men whose last name wasn’t Shelby, or wasn’t closely related to the Peaky Blinders. That didn’t mean she didn’t have men swooning over her all the time, or that he was finally okay with that—much like when they were teenagers, he wanted to chase them all down—the only difference was now he was more deadly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

It was Michael’s voice that brought him back to reality, and his gaze fell immediately on the boy. They were all gathered on the snug in the Garrison. (Y/N) was sitting between him and Michael, Tommy’s arm casually rested on her shoulders.

(Y/N) said, “Oh, no, you would totally get it... after a few more weeks.”

Everyone burst out laughing at her remark, but the only thing he could think about was the hand Michael rested on (Y/N)’s thigh. His own hand clenched around his glass before he downed the rest of its contents.

He didn’t notice Polly’s gaze on him. Despite what most people believed, Tommy had never been a good liar. He could get away with omitting information to people and redirecting the conversation, most of the time, but a direct confrontation was a completely different thing. Polly was always able to read him first, to know the things he wasn’t willing to share.

“Maybe we should just hire you instead of Michael, then.” He ignored the look (Y/N) gave him, taking another drag of his cigarette and looking away.

However, he couldn’t miss the lingering touches, or how (Y/N/N) leaned into Michael when he talked to her, and how she was just so comfortable with him. It made his blood boil.

When (Y/N/N) said she wanted to get home he offered to walk her, and was fairly surprised at how she didn’t say a word to him until they reached her front door.

Then she turned to face him, features painted with anger, and asked, “What the hell was that, Tom?”

He actually rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

(Y/N) huffed, turning around to unlock the door before entering the house, leaving it open for him to follow. She went straight to the dressing room, shedding her coat and throwing it at the table with her purse as he followed her closely.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

She was taking her shoes off, and Tommy took advantage of the moment to let his eyes follow her movements. God, was he in love with that woman.

“I’m talking about your attitude with Michael at the Garrison. That was completely unnecessary,” She said.

“Someone had to put that boy in his place,” Tommy said.

(Y/N) turned to him then, and he would be worried with that look if he hadn’t been at the receiving end of her anger for so many years.

“Oh, please enlighten me, Thomas. What is his place?” (Y/N) asked.

“For fucks sake, (Y/N/N), he was all over you!”

She rolled her eyes. “He is a boy, Thomas, a boy. He’s family…”

Tommy never thought that what would make him snap would be hearing her say that Michael was family, but apparently it was.

“He’s family, huh?” Thomas said. “He is fucking family! Then he should know better and stay away from you.”

She stared at him for a moment, brow furrowed, as she seemed to put the puzzle together in her head. “Why would he stay away from me, Tom?”

He turned around to face away from her for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face. “No, no. You won’t make me feel guilty for that.”

“Make you feel guilty for what, Tommy?”

He recognized the hint of annoyance on her tone and couldn’t ignore it anymore, the alcohol giving him the courage that he had lost that day on the train station, as he turned around and shouted, “For loving you!”

She held her breath, eyes widening as she stared back at him.

Tommy continued, “Michael should stay away from you because you’re fucking mine and I love you.”

“Tommy, I’m not your property, and you know that I love you…”

“No, you don’t,” he interrupted her, making her look at him with confusion, “You don’t love me the way I love you. The way I’ve loved you since the fucking day you asked me to kiss you when you were fifteen!”

He saw her flinch before murmuring his name, trying to gain his attention but he couldn’t stop now. The truth was finally out there and he just had to go on with it, let it all out before he lost his mind.

“You said to me that it would mean nothing, that it would be just another kiss for me, but you were wrong,” Tommy said, his breaths short.

She looked bewildered, and Tommy held onto a strand of hope he didn’t even know still existed.

“That kiss meant fucking everything. From that day on, I’ve never seen you in the same way as before, because I realized I was in love with you and you didn’t feel the same. So I ignored these feelings while I saw you going out with boys, and I’ve thrown myself into fucking every girl that wasn’t you because I knew I couldn’t have you, not the way I wanted.”

Tommy didn’t notice that he was walking to her until they were just a breath apart.

“Then I found Greta, and I thought that I could forget you, but it only reminded me that you are the only one I want. I was going to break up with her, but she fell ill. You stayed by my side, and just when I thought that I would have a chance to tell you everything, the war happened and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t, because there was no way in hell that I was going to risk going to fight in France and die. I couldn’t leave you here to suffer because of me, either because you felt the same or not.”

“Tommy…” (Y/N)’s voice was all but a whisper.

He couldn’t resist anymore, his hands brought her to him, his eyes observing hers from up close, not giving her time to talk or he would lose his courage.

“I was ready to go there and die, and never let you know how I felt. But you had to give me hope that night before I was shipped off to that fucking hell. You had to…”He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a brief second, a flood of memories making his heart race faster. “You had to give yourself to me. You had to give me a taste of what I thought I could never have, to make me want to survive the fucking war, to come back to you, and to let you know about all of these stupid feelings.”

Tommy couldn’t wait anymore. He did the one thing he had wanted to since he had returned from France—he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle or patient; no, it was urgent and filled with passion and he didn’t know how to stop, not when she wasn’t pushing him away. He devoured her as a man starved, teeth clashing and hands grabbing at anything they could touch. They were both out of breath when they finally parted.

“You said that you wanted to give me one last good memory and it was that memory that kept me alive during most of the nights when I was stuck in the fucking mud,” Thomas said.

(Y/N)’s fingers were clinging to him like her life depended on it, like she was afraid to lose him to the War again.

Tommy took the moment to let the words spill out. “The memory of you and the feeling of you under my fingers, and all around me, and the way you tasted.”

His lips brushed against hers, fingers clawing at the flesh of her hips like they had done the night before he left for France.

He backed her up against the wall, hands trailing down to the back of her thighs, picking her up and trapping her with his body.

Tommy looked straight to her eyes as he spoke again, “How you writhed under me, all the beautiful sounds you made, and I just wanted to come back to you and make some new memories.”

(Y/N) shivered at his words. She gave him just a brief second to observe the rise and fall of her chest and her expanded pupils before he felt her fingers at the back of his head, forcing him to really look at her as she said, “Then let’s work on those new memories.”

Their lips clashed again, and every doubt that he ever felt vanished for a moment. That night their bodies moved together like old acquaintances, skin sliding against skin, hands gripping at each other, lips kissing every patch of skin while chanting a sinful choir of moans and curses alongside their names.

When Tommy woke up the next day, (Y/N/N) in his arms, he realized that he was finally home.

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @internalmess3

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naralanis · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review!

Thanks @mssirey for the tag! I totally didn't have a crisis with the very last question, not at all bwhahaha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

41, soon to be 42. ASJKLDBLAHSDSD how. And also why. But mostly, how.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

565,934 EXCUSE ME WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I was going to check my unpublished works but ya know what. Maybe I've written enough akdjsa

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Technically speaking, I've written and published fics for five fandoms. However, I only have one story for OUAT (and I have @shadowdianne to thank for that... or do I?) and one for Captain Marvel. Mirandy was my first love, Cissamione the second, and Supercorp has burrowed in my brain and just won't let go.

I've also technically written for Xena, Legend of Korra, and Criminal Minds, but since I never published those, we're going to pretend they don't exist!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Only two are WIPs! YEAH! They're the top two, but WHO CARES, here they are:

1) Perhaps, aka my baby, my child, my darling, the apple of my eye. If I ever had to choose to finish only ONE of my WIPs, this would be the one. This story has grown with me, and I think you can tell when you read. Or maybe not!

2) For the Better. If the former is my baby, this one is like... my moody teenager. I love it dearly, but... it takes a lot out of me. An ode to one of the first fandoms I actively wrote for, it sits unfinished, but nearly, oh so nearly done. I will finish it, damn ittt.

3) The Date. Honestly, this one really surprised me -- it's one of my oldest one-shots, and something I definitely dashed off between lectures back in Scotland, maybe alternating with FtB chapters. It's one of my first attempts at humour, I think.

4) Bits and Pieces. AYY, I wasn't sure Supercorp would make the cut, WOOOT! This one was the second Supercorp fic I ever wrote, and I did it because Lena Is Baby and the idea just wouldn't leave my brain.

And lastly, the fabulous number 5... Perfect. AKA Nara's First (published) Explicit Fic, featuring Praise Kink and an Enchanted Dildo (for... reasons). I'm not gonna lie, I am so HAPPY this one made it, because it has a special place in my heart. It's where Soft Butch Hermione comes to life, and if you don't love Soft Butch Hermione, I'm sorry, we can't be friends. I love her.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Eeermmm... some? I do want to respond, but I'm terrible with keeping up with comments, I really am. For whatever reason, even when I do my best, I don't really love responding directly on AO3. I also turned off all email notifications for AO3 because turns out my brain WILL be distracted by even a single one.

I'm much more responsive on Tumblr, I promise!

6. A fic you've written with the angstiest ending:

Any of my Narlily works, I guess? Like... All Flowers Wither or Carry On.

Unshackled would be another one, though it's Cissamione... but I caved and made a happy(ish) second part for that one.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Nope! Crossovers just don't do it for me, generally speaking (reading or writing).

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

EvEr rEcEIvEd hAtE-- yes. Oh, yes. I've been told my writing is terrible, I've been told my stories were a 'waste of time,' or 'overhyped,' I've had people tell me there was only One Way to write a certain pairing and my way was definitely Not The Way.

The list goes on.

It used to really, really bother me--still does, but in a much smaller way. Delete/Block buttons are my friends.

9. Do you write smut?

I write an absurd amount of smut. I just don't publish any of it because. Fear.

My pretty, pretty pens have created some filthy, filthy things.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A couple of times -- only once or twice like, straight up attributed to someone else who acted like they were the one writing it. The other times were reposts or translations (without my permission, so still. stolen).

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I've authorized a couple of translations of a few of my DWP works. I'm usually cool with people translating my stuff IF THEY ASK ME FIRST and GIVE ME PROPER CREDIT.

9/10 it's some Brazilian who translates it to Portuguese without my permission and then gets upset when I, another Brazilian, do not endorse it and politely ask them to take the thing down. Thankfully it's been a while. ASK ME, DAMN IT.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nothing published bwhaha!

13. All-time favourite ship?

Right now SuperCorp is definitely barking a little louder, so to speak, but I don't really have one favourite overall. It depends on the fandom, sometimes! Cissamione is very dear to my heart, because it's just so fucking out there and literally every one in this ship has some of the most fascinating headcanons for this pairing and it's just. So wonderful.

14. WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

Eeeeuuughhh.... Right now? Probably The Appraisal. I forget what I wanted to do with it, I'm not sure if I'm still feeling the premise... IDK.

I think the same could be said of For the Better, but I PROMISED to finish it, and GOD DAMN IT, I am so close I can't throw in the towel just yet.

15. Writing strengths?

You want ME to say good things about MYSELF? I'm still learning how to do that asldkjbasdn it's a work in progress. But I think I'd say... maybe world-building, at least on my longer works?

I would also like to think I do pretty OK in... IDK, some of the punchy stuff? The 'oh wait a minute' moment? IDK if that makes sense!

16. Writing weaknesses?

Organizing. Plot (HAHA IKR). Consistency. Editing (which is rich from someone who literally edits shit for a living... but go figure). Pacing. Weirdly long sentences? Commas for DAYS.

I could go on.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I am a-OK attempting it in French/Spanish/Portuguese. It may not sound natural, but it will be correct. If I'm trying another language, I'll definitely get help! But I've got no problem with it.

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Harry Potter, Dramione specifically, and you'll never find a shred of it. I was like 12, and almost a decade later I figured out Hermione was much better off with Draco's mother.

19. What's your fav fic you've written so far?

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOOSE asdkljasdl I CAAANNN'TTTT

I mean, obviously Perhaps is one of them -- it is my baby, that has been established. I think Little Bumps in the Road is also up there, because it was just a random writing exercise that got out of hand, and honestly? I'm here for it. Andddd.... I GUESS I'll put A Valentine's Evening up there as well, because it was the first time I didn't second guess every word I wrote when posting smut. I just... felt it, went for it, wrote it, and it felt really, really good to release some of that into the world lol

WHEW, this was a long one! I'll be tagging @intheinkpot, @shadowdianne, @delirious-comfort, and @16-pennies because I am a curious bastard. But, as always, feel free to treat this as an open tag. Go nuts!

#tag game #this was illuminating in several ways #aka i need to finish my wips #(though that ain't exactly news)#but more importantly #i've written way more than I think I have #and ya know what #it's OK to be proud of that #i am proud of all my children #and i love them all equally #*side eyes Decisions Decisions Decisions*#even you #nara rambles

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lambden · 3 years

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fic writer review

tagged by @dameferre (on main) <3 this ended up being long so i’m throwing it under the cut! thank you for the tag, i’ve wanted to do this for a while!

tagging: @weedsinavacantlot @mosaicscale @jaskiersvalley @unyielding-as-the-sea @chubbykatsudon @ohnomybreadsticks even though I know some of you have already done this!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

78. one is anonymous right now for a flash fic challenge so it isn’t showing up. i have no fucking idea how i got here (AND i’ve deleted so many stories...)

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

542911 which is truly horrendous. somebody stop me

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

so i’ve MOSTLY written the witcher/dead by daylight/until dawn, but i have 25 fandoms with currently published works. yikes

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

-number one is a stupid fic with a polyamorous ship (+ a trans character) for a fandom i no longer care about and a book series i really hate. i regret writing it (and have said so in the notes), i was at a place in my life where i wanted to write this incredibly self-indulgent thing after diving headfirst into canon, and now rereading it with a critical eye, it just makes me annoyed.

-number two is, SOMEHOW, the geraskier scent kink fic?! i don’t understand how this has more kudos than some of my other fics!!!!! people really love smut huh

-number three is venom smut

-number four is the cave, my longest fic! it’s an until dawn fix-it that is very self-indulgent and definitely needs a total rework haha

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try to respond to all comments that aren’t anonymous! like elle said, I appreciate it more when people notice an obscure reference or something. I think the one word/emoji comments are still nice but they don’t personally have much of an impact on me. and all this being said, i am perpetually behind on my comment replies I currently have 246 to do 😔😔😔

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

it’s the one i’m publishing next week for the whataboutthebard event hehe

7. do you write crossovers? if so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i love crossovers i think theyre very fun! i wrote an (unpublished) crossover where deadpool and cable are the superhero identities of face and hannibal from the a-team. it was a birthday gift to a friend and it was VERY indulgent especially with the non-linear timeline (because cable) but whatever, i reread it recently and it still slaps

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

i have but nothing that really irked me so badly i remembered it, oops

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i sure do which is hilarious because as someone who is sex repulsed like 95% of the time irl... how do i keep getting away with this

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

okay no i haven’t (to my knowledge) but also someone once wrote an until dawn fic “inspired by” the cave that basically took the exact same plot and ....??? made it worse/simpler? it was hard to read so i wasn’t 100% sure but. at first i was flattered and eventually it just got annoying, even though they barely wrote anything for it

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

people have offered but none have followed through!! wah

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i’ve planned out fics with people but the writing process is difficult enough without someone else there. i would really like to get into those train fics where each author writes a different part though, i think it’d be a ton of fun

13. what’s your all-time fave ship?

it is probably, just statistically, eames and arthur. but there are so many lmao how could i choose

14. what’s a fic you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i should probably put the cave here but i’m close to the end of that one actually, just need to sit down and do it! but ‘spectacular’, the kingsman/baby driver crossover i worked SOOOO hard on, is probably not something i’m ever going to feel comfortable finishing. or if i do, i will be rewriting it so that it’s clear that i’m headcanoning baby as someone other than ans*l elg*rt (john boyega...? 👀) but yeah at this moment in time i can’t see that happening

15. what are your writing strengths?

idk.. i like my dialogue!

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

scene transitions, endings, editing out scenes that aren’t cohesive and don’t contribute anything but I love Them Your Honour, falling into the same boring writing style with each sentence having the exact same structure

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on a fic?

i think it needs to be done correctly and there has to be a reason for it

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

i dunno man... naruto maybe???? d. gray-man? sh*rlock??????????? perhaps les mis when i was a baby and literally only cared about eponine and cosette

19. what is your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

it’s really hard for me to choose only one answer here 😔 I really like my laegjarn/fjorm stuff and the ocean’s eleven fic i wrote, and i LOVE the dialogue in my veep fics <3 for dead by daylight i’m still proud of my jake/evan summer camp slasher AU! and i like most of my witcher fics, i’m really excited about some things i have in the works right now.

if you actually made it to the bottom, thanks for reading!!! 🥰🥰🥰

#my writing #ask meme #(not really but you know!!! anyway)

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mell-bell · 4 years

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Fight so dirty (but your love so sweet) - Part II

The Mandalorian x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

Words: 4773

Series Summary: You are sent to hunt down a Mandalorian, the odds aren’t exactly in your favor

Chapter: 2/8

Author’s notes: I did NOT expect the love that I received from the first part of this so I just want to say thank you for all of your messages and responses you have made my week! Literally cried reading all of them. I wanted to have this up sooner but it became long as shiiiit so lots of editing and there may still be mistakes so apologies because it’s late and I’m tired haha. But worth it for you guys. Pretty sure I tagged everyone that asked, it not please just let me know! Anyways I hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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You had prayed for darkness. But it didn’t come.

As you laid motionless on the ground, you knew the end was near. And there was nothing you could do about it. No one could save you now. Not even your Mandalorian.

You weren’t sure how long you had been there, but soon after the fire died out you felt your limp body being dragged against the ground, the rocks buried in the sand beating into you, birthing more bruises.

When the ground beneath you became smooth and solid, you knew you had made it back inside. And although it was a welcome relief to your body, you could only imagine what awaited you.

The men dragging you stopped abruptly, your body jerking in their hold, a groan escaping your throat.

Loud footsteps echoed across the empty walls in the hall, until two boots stopped in front of you. You swallowed hard before looking up and meeting an unknown man’s eyes. They were dark and sunken.

On either side of him stood Stormtroopers. It was then that you knew your initial suspicions had been correct. These were the men hunting down your Mandalorian and your little green friend. You could only hope that they were far away.

The older man stepped up to you and you flinched as his arm moved forward, his gloved hand slapping across your face. With a stinging cheek, you turned your gaze back toward him, meeting his eyes. His own widened minutely as if he was surprised you dared to look at him.

“Seems we have a fighter.”

He waved his arm, motioning for the troopers and men to follow as he turned on his heel.

The bare halls passed you by as you were dragged along, your gaze searching for any means of escape. But you found nothing. Just one door at the end of the hall that was quickly coming into view.

The door opened and a cold jolting gust of air settled deep into your bones as you descended the stairs.

When you reached the bottom, the contrast to the world above was disturbing. The cold stone walls seemed to be caving in toward you, the unlevel stone floor cracked, fresh blood still evident on the ground. You began to struggle against the men holding you, but their grips just tightened.

Rather unceremoniously, you were thrown into a cold and damp cell. You turned just quick enough to watch the door slam shut behind you.

And then you were alone.

You pulled yourself across the filthy ground until you propped in a seated position against the wall.

Carefully you began to move your limbs one by one testing for broken bones or dislocations. When you thankfully found none you moved to push yourself to your feet when a twinge shot through your side and you fell with a yelp.

Tears streaked down your face as you clenched your hands tight, nails biting into your skin. You took a deep breath before pushing yourself up, your head rising, almost thinking for a second that a familiar gloved hand would be there to help you.

But it wasn’t.

You managed to make it to your feet, and as you swayed unsteadily, you took in your surroundings. Stumbling to the corner, you tried to dig at the walls in desperation, your hands turning bloody as fear settled into your bones. There was no way out of here.

With a scream of defeat, you fell to the ground in a slump.

A part of you waited for your Mandalorian to come bursting through the door. But logically you knew he wouldn’t come for you. Why would he? He had to protect the child.

You tried to rest. Tried to prepare for what was coming. You had been kidnapped before. Been tortured before. But not by members of the Empire. Commander Trax was right, you were as good as dead.

You closed your eyes but sleep wouldn’t come.

Haunting wails echoed through the stone walls and you wrapped your arms more securely around you trying to ward off the cold.

Hours passed by... And when they finally came for you, you were ready. You knocked three of them out before they were finally able to take you down.

And then you were taken to their leader.

This man. The Client as he called himself, was determined to make you talk.

He threatened. Had you beaten so frequently you were becoming numb to the pain.

He had become so furious one day that he had a trooper stab you so deep in your side you had lost your breath. But even after that you still remained silent. He just sighed and had the troopers take you away.

It must’ve been at least a day later when you snapped and stabbed one of the troopers with a rock you had sharpened in the dead of night.

And from that moment on you, your arms and legs were shackled at all times.

He never let you have a moment of peace.

He would continue to call for you again and again. Threaten you. Beat you. Ask you the same questions over and over about the asset.

But all you did was lie on the ground, silently taking it.

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It could’ve been days later when the door finally opened again. Expecting it to be the Stormtroopers again, you just laid there on the ground, defeated.

But when you felt someone pulling at your chains, you looked up. It was a different man. He was much younger than the man in charge, donning a white coat, and wearing some strange type of eyewear. You had seen him lurking in the back of the room while they interrogated you.

“Who are you?” You said squinting at him, trying to steady your blurry vision, your head throbbing from the bright light in the room.

The man was twitching, wringing his hands together as he threw rapid glances at the door to your cell, “Is the asset safe?”

Your head swam and you mumbled something incoherent.

The man reached out shaking you hard and you flinched at the pain it caused.

“Is it safe?” He said louder.

You nodded.

The man visibly relaxed and your brows furrowed.

“Why do you care?” You mumbled.

Startled, the man stood abruptly.

“No, wait!” You reached out toward him, falling from where you had been propped against the wall, “Where are you going?”

“Keep him safe.”

And then he was gone.

The next time you woke, you felt a familiar gloved hand brush across your face and you almost wept in relief.

It was him. He had found you.

Something soft and warm wrapped around you, and you pulled it closer, trying to breathe in the scent you had become so used to.

Through the dark, you tried to reach out to him.

Arms wrapped around you, carrying you down the hall. And as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you tried to catch sight of his helmet. Just to know for certain that he was actually there.

But then you were dropped to the ground.

Your eyes opened.

And the man before you sighed.

“I knew I should’ve just killed you.”

“So, why haven’t you.” You croaked. You had been certain he was real this time. That he had actually come for you. But he hadn’t. This reoccurring hallucination had been haunting you for a while now. Thinking you were saved when in reality you were still a prisoner.

The Client began to pace, but your eyes were drawn to the strange man in the white coat standing behind him, wringing his hands. You met his eyes for a minute, before he looked away, scurrying from the room.

“Because I’m curious.”

Your brows furrowed, turning your attention back towards the older man.

“About the Mandalorian.”

Your heart was pounding as you tried to furtively glance around the room. This was the first time he had mentioned the bounty hunter.

“Ah, so you do know him. He’s not here.”

“Where is he?”

“That’s what I would like to know. You must have been to his hideout. His ship.” He questioned, stepping up close to you.

“No.” You lied.

The man huffed before reaching out threading his fingers through your hair, roughly pulling your head back.

“No more lies. You have wasted too many of my days.”

You spit in his face, but he didn’t even flinch. He pulled back slowly and wiped off his face with a handkerchief. Not pulling his gaze from you, he raised his hand and the door opened, a group of Stormtroopers storming into the room.

“You won’t find him.”

He let out a noise of realization, “You care for him.”

“No.” You swallowed hard, looking away from him.

He tsked, reaching out once more grabbing your chin and raising your gaze to his, “You do know that the Mandalorians are a complex people. He will never let you see his true face, his true self. Why protect him so?”

You bit your lip hard, remaining silent.

“We’re done for today.” He sighed in exasperation.

The Stormtroopers grabbed onto your arms, hoisting you up onto your feet. But as they went to turn you around, you ripped from their grasp and ran up to the man. You got within five feet of him before you felt a blaster aimed at your back.

The man in front of you seemed unconcerned as he looked down at you.

“You’re going to die.” You said.

His eyes flashed and a sinister smile crossed his face before he turned and swept out of the room.

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You had only just been returned to your prison when the door to your cell slammed open, the Stormtrooper who had been guarding the door falling to the floor, blaster burns smoking from his chest.

Your eyes were wide as you looked out the open door. Before you could even blink a heavily armored man flew past, his arms locked in combat with a Stormtrooper. And your heart skipped a beat as you recognized him.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to smile but then you froze unsure if this was another hallucination or if he was actually here.

You moved slowly, peeking out into the hall watching as he fought, shooting Stormtroopers left and right, knocking them down with his staff, and disintegrating them before they could fall to the ground.

You were in no shape to fight, but when you saw five troopers round the corner at his back, you swung into action, grabbing a blaster off the ground and shooting each of them point-blank.

The bounty hunter must have sensed your presence because when he finished off the last trooper in front of him, he turned slowly, his gaze landing on you.

And you could see the tension pour out of his shoulders.

This was real.

He was here.

You threw him a wicked smile.

Just as you took a step out of your cell toward him, you felt a blaster press against the back of your head. Raising your arms immediately, you dropped the gun in your hand onto the stone floor.

You both watched the Mandalorian shoot a twitching Stormtrooper on the ground before he turned his gaze to you and began walking slowly up to you.

He raised his blaster at the man behind you.

“Ah, my good friend. Come to return the asset? I’ll give you this one in return.” The Client said shoving you forward a little.

The Mandalorian stepped closer, his armor glinting under the harsh lights overhead.

“Though I wouldn’t trust this one.” He chuckled, one arm wrapping around you pulling you tighter toward him so that you covered the majority of his body.

You stiffened in his arms at that comment but refused to pull your gaze from the Mandalorian in front of you.

When he made a slight motion with his hand, you instantly knew what he planned and dropped to the ground while he shot at the man behind you.

Turning around, you prayed to see the man dead on the ground, but he was gone and before you could move to go after him, the Mandalorian threw you over his shoulder as he took off.

You bounced painfully against his armor as he sprinted to his ship. When he made it to the pit, he all but dropped you into the seat beside his before he took off fast as possible, setting course to his nearest safehouse.

You sank into the soft seat and breathed a sigh of relief. You were alive. And safe.

A small green hand came into view as it reached out toward you and you smiled, reaching over toward him, the child cooing at you.

When you began to feel a tingle in your arm you looked down and watched as the wound begin to knit itself back together.

“What?” You whispered.

An arm pulled you back as the little green child fell back, falling into a deep sleep.

“He does that.” The Mandalorian’s voice was gruff as he pushed the child’s orb into a darker part of the ship.

“I see. I-”

“Are you alright?” He cut you off.

You offered him a small smile, “I am now.”

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You must’ve fallen asleep because a while later you were shaken awake. You raised your head off of the Mandalorian’s shoulder where it must’ve fallen.

Standing, your Mandalorian offered you his hand, but with a quick look at your bloody hands, you instead grabbed onto his forearms and pulled yourself up on to shaky legs.

“When did we land?”

“An hour ago.”

You tsked in annoyed, “You should have woken me up.”

“You need to rest.” He argued.

You rolled your eyes as you slowly followed him out the back of his ship, watching as he lowered the ramp.

But when it lowered you were met with a line of Stormtroopers.

The Mandalorian shoved you back, raising the ramp back up, the sounds of blaster shots hitting outside echoing through the ship.

“How did they find us?” You gasped.

“It was you.”

“What?” Your heart was beating painfully as he turned toward you.

“You. You led them here. They couldn’t have known where I was going.”

“No, I....” Your hand involuntarily reached down to the cut on your side.

Stepping forward, his gloved hand ripped your shirt up, showing the small incision almost invisible above where you had been stabbed.

“A tracker.”

You took a step back and when you looked back up his blaster was aimed at you.

“No.”

It was if your voice had brought him to life, because he shot forward, pushing you back against the wall. His hand wrapped around your throat, his blaster resting against your side.

You had never been scared of him. Never had a reason to be. But standing there as his supposed enemy, you were terrified.

“I didn’t know. You have to believe me. What would I gain out of being a spy?” You pleaded.

“You’re a bounty hunter, you work for money. We all do.” His flat voice struck hard as if he had stabbed you straight through the heart. “You’ve been working for them since the beginning. The Empire.”

You could feel him shaking against you, and you reached up grabbing onto his arm wishing he wasn’t wearing that god-forsaken helmet so you could see his eyes.

“Please, you know me.”

He looked at your hand and for a second you thought he believed you.

But he just shook his head.

“No.”

You growled, “You were the one who invited me along! I was more than fine being left behind but you ‘needed a crew member’ don’t put this on me.” You shoved at his armor, but he didn’t move an inch.

You took a step toward him, he took one back.

“Tell me the truth.” His voice was low, but you could hear the slight waver.

But you just shrugged tired, “I did.”

He holstered his blaster.

“What did I do to lose your trust? Not turn you in when I found you? Save you from getting shot all those weeks ago? Help clean you up after all your fights. All those talks we had. Do you really think I faked all of that?” Your voice cracking.

When he didn’t reply, you continued motioning to your body, “Did I beat myself up for fun? Broken ribs, a black eye? Do you think I stabbed myself just to keep my cover so I could turn you in?”

His hands tightened into fists and you took another hesitant step forward.

But before you could speak, the ramp to his ship burst open and Stormtroopers began to pour in.

You flinched as the crate next to you shattered into a million pieces.

The man before you had turned away from you, running down the ramp throwing a glance back at you and his ship before diving into the fight.

You followed, jumping on a Stormtrooper, taking him to the ground before rolling off him and grabbing his weapon. You shot him before turning blasting another trooper who had just rounded the corner.

“Give me my blaster!” You yelled at him.

Everything was exploding around you but the two of you just stared at each other, the sounds fading away. As he reached down toward the blaster he had shoved in his holster, the world blew up around you. Your body flying back to slam into the wall behind you.

You blinked your eyes wildly trying to get them to focus through the dust. Your eyes were burning and you frantically rubbed your hand across your face, wincing as the dirt from your hands fell into your eyes.

Pulling at your shirt, you scrubbed it aggressively across your face until you were about to make out your surroundings.

Everything was destroyed.

Rubble was falling from buildings and smoke was rising from fires that littered the ground. The combination of dust and smoke made it hard to breathe and you couldn’t see far in front of you. As you tried to call out you choked on the dust and coughed.

You rolled over on your side trying to pull yourself up onto your feet when you caught sight of the Mandalorian lying a few feet from you. Finally stumbling to your feet, you took off towards him. You tripped over some debris, falling to your hands and knees and all but crawled over to his motionless body.

Your hands fluttered over him, hesitant to touch him.

Was he breathing?

As more Stormtroopers exited the building before you, you hauled him up and began to drag him back up the ramp to his ship. A blaster shot landed right by your head and you dropped to the ground, pulling the blaster out of the unconscious Mandalorian’s holster before taking down the offending trooper.

You kneeled over the man beneath you, shooting Stormtroopers left and right. When you finally felt him stir beneath you, you pressed his blaster into his hand before giving him a slight smile.

“I hope you won’t forget me.”

You took a step back and as he reached for you, you threw yourself from the ship, taking the hail of bullets from the Stormtroopers.

You turned, “Go!” You screamed.

And he did.

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He had left.

And you were alone.

A loud explosion sounded nearby and you dove for cover, your heart racing. You reached for your blaster, finding your holster empty. He had taken your weapon....when he thought you had betrayed him.

You couldn’t blame him. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

Another explosion sounded and you threw yourself to the ground once more, covering your head as stones rained down around you.

Using your shaking hands, you quickly shoved yourself up and stumbled to your feet, your legs weak from being shackled for so long. You clambered through the rubble, the stones cutting into your already battered hands as you tried to steady yourself. As you slipped into the building the Stormtroopers had been pouring out of, all you found was chaos.

The Stormtroopers had already torn this place apart.

And it was all your fault. You had led them here.

As you ran down the hall, you stopped picking up what looked like a metal bar, which you hoped would pass as a makeshift weapon.

Room after room was empty and you began to give out hope that the Client was still here.

As you continued running, you passed dead bodies, mutilated bodies, people crying, people fighting. The citizens were fighting back against the Stormtroopers and it looked as if they were winning. All you wanted was to stop and help them but you needed to take care of the Client first. With him dead, this whole thing would finally be over.

When you finally reached the last room, you paused, clutching the bar tighter in your hand before pushing open the door.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

You twisted the bar in your hands and took a step forward. You could see the fear in his eyes.

“Let’s make a deal.”

You shook your head as you grew closer to him, “There’s no deal I would ever want to make with you. You tried to kidnap a child. An innocent child.”

“For the greater good.” He stood up, his eyes mad.

“If this is your greater good I want no part of it.”

“With that creature, we can do such great things. Bring back the peace to this universe that we had under the Empire.” He implored.

“I won’t let that happen.”

“You can’t stop me.” He said, but you could hear the fear in his voice.

“You’re wrong about that.” You smirked, raising the metal bar out like a sword.

The man reached down grabbing a blaster from a fallen Stormtrooper and brought it up aiming at you. He shot at you wildly, the shot going wide hitting a beam in the ceiling. You circled around him and he quickly moved trying to follow you, still shooting erratically, the shots splintering into the walls around you.

A loud cracking sound sounded through the room and you looked up watching a wide crack form in the foundation of the ceiling. As pieces of stone began to fall, you shot forward, grabbing the Client’s wrist twisting it around. You pulled the blaster from his grasp before slamming the bar of metal in your hand straight up through his stomach.

He collapsed to the ground.

And the last thing you saw was your Mandalorian standing in the doorway, right before the ceiling caved in on you.

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An alarm echoed loudly, the abrupt sound ripping you from unconsciousness.

A coolness spread across your brow and you squinted your eyes as they strained against the bright light in the room.

“Sorry.” A soft voice mumbled above you, turning off the offending noise and dimming down the lights.

“Where am I? What time is it?” You mumbled, pushing the hand away from your face as you tried to push yourself up.

“It’s five in the morning.” The deep voice rumbled before you, gently pushing you back down onto the bed.

Your eyes focused. It was him. He had come back for you.

“Am I in your bed?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined it would happen.”

You heard him snort, and you chuckled lightly, pain shooting through you. He froze, his hands hovering above you, as you caught your breath. Once you settled down, he continued gently cleaning the blood and soot off your face.

He worked in silence.

You wanted so badly to ask him what had changed his mind. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

When he was finally finished he stood to leave, but you grabbed his arm before he could move out of reach.

“I.... would you stay?”

You wanted to tell him that you didn’t blame him. How his training had kicked in. How if you had been given time to talk to him he would’ve seen reason.

He stood motionless for a second, you and him just staring at each other. You were sure you looked worse, but the man himself looked exhausted even through all the layers of his armor.

He gave a barely perceptible nod and for a second you thought you had imagined it. But then he moved. And settled into the chair beside the bed.

You turned on your side facing him.

You weren’t sure if his eyes were open or not, but you stared steadily at his helmeted face.

Reaching out, you touched his hand that rested on the bed and when he didn’t move it away you threaded your fingers through his and closed your eyes.

Even after everything, you realized the place you felt safest in the whole world was next to him.

“We’re going to talk in the morning.” You murmured.

“It is morning.”

You grumbled quietly before falling asleep, missing the soft caress of his hand over your hair and the quiet, “I’m sorry” that fell from his lips.

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It was a week later.

You were healing slowly but steadily. The worst of the pain coming from your cracked ribs and battered hands. You tried to move around more, but your masked savior had all but forbidden you from leaving the bed for more than a few minutes.

And you were going stir crazy.

He wouldn’t talk to you and he wouldn’t even allow you to see the little green child, because he kept trying to overexert himself and heal you.

However, one morning, he went into town to grab some supplies. And not five minutes after he left, you snuck out of the ship into the forest where he had landed.

It was peaceful. Far from any civilization.

Wrapping a stolen cape around your stiff body, you made your way over to the brook, sitting on a rock by the water’s edge.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath, enjoying the cool air and calming sound of running water.

That’s how he found you a few hours later.

You were surprised when he settled down onto the rocks next to you, instead of reprimanding you.

You ignored him, continuing to play with the tiny child who had joined you outside about an hour before. You threw a pebble into the air smiling softly when he froze it in the air and then shot it across the brook.

When he caught sight of the Mandalorian, his soft coos toward the man who had saved him made you laugh.

After a moment, you broke the silence.

“That man.... was powerful.” You paused, “How did you get away with the child in the first place?”

“I gave it to him.”

Your head snapped to look at him, “You?...”

“And then I went back and killed everyone I could.”

“Good. They deserved it.” You looked down at your hands, still wrapped tightly with bandages, the seemingly never-ending shaking that hadn’t gone away since you had gotten back.

The man reached out, grabbing one of your shaking hands and placing it between his own.

You hummed quietly, as he sat there silently. Out of nowhere, he whispered, “I almost killed you.”

You froze. Neither of you had so much as mentioned it.

But you knew he felt guilty about it. A few days ago, you had gone to hand him his morning drink like normal, but when he had reached for it you had flinched away from him. He had immediately stood and left the room. And you didn’t see him for two days after that.

You weren’t sure if it was for your benefit or if it was his own guilt. Either way, it had been a tense week for the both of you.

“But you didn’t.” You stated.

“But I could have. I would have.” He whispered. The tremor in his voice made your heart clench.

Turning toward him, you hesitated before you reached out, placing your hands on either side of his helmet. You leaned forward, your forehead meeting the cold of his beskar helmet.

“You wouldn’t have.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You said.

He turned away, pulling away from you, your hands dropping in defeat.

You shivered, and he reached over pulling the cape that had fallen to the ground around your shoulders.

“What do you think they want with it?” Both of you looked at the little green creature playing in the brook, chasing after a toad jumping on the rocks.

“I don’t know.”

“What do we do now?”

“Fight back.”

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freckledcameron · 3 years

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Dead Poets Society

1. where did you hear about it?

one of my friends made a neil edit a few years ago and i planned on watching it then but then i completely forgot about it until late last year

2. have you ever watched it with someone?

i’ve basically forced everyone in my life to watch it with me except for my mom

3. how many times have you watched it?

at least 10 times idk i lost count

4. favorite character?

richard cameron😌

5. least favorite character?

mr. perry

6. favorite quote?

“come, my friends,

tis not too late to seek a newer world.

for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset.

and though, we are not now that strength

which in old days moved Earth and Heaven...

that which we are, we are:

one equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate, but strong in will...

to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

7. in what ways has the movie inspired you?

oh man. ima be honest but i don’t really know what to put for this one. ig if anything it’s to be able to break out of my shell the way that todd was able to.

8. did the movie make you cry at all?

oh absolutely. i’m an absolute clown and i thought neil pulled out a pipe (because of the pipe collection talk in the cave) so when mr. perry started screaming i was very confused. once i realized what happened i had to replay the scene and i just started crying.

9. favorite actor(s) from dps?

robert sean leonard

10. what have you learned from dps?

to not choke on the bone.

11. have you copied any phrases, mannerisms, personality traits from the movie?

any time i hear something remotely similar to a line from the movie i just have to say the actual line out loud. (most common line is “what did she say!?”)

12. have you ever had a teacher like mr. keating?

she wasn’t an english teacher but my child development/guidance teacher and i had her for three years in high school. she basically adopted us as her children but at the same time never actually babied us if that makes sense.

13. have you ever had friends that are similar to the dead poets?

my best friend is basically todd

14. favorite ship?

meeks and pitts <3

15. least favorite ship?

charlie and knox

16. how do you feel about the scene where charlie got paddled by nolan?

made me a little uncomfortable ngl

17. do you blame mr. perry or mr. keating?

mr. perry.

18. do you think cameron deserved to get punched by charlie?

cam telling the boys to “let keating fry” definitely deserved a little punch in the face. however i think that charlie just wanted a reason to punch cameron and used this moment to do so.

19. would you ever want to go to a school like welton and have a secret poetry group like the one shown in the movie (without the drama ofc)?

i think the concept of a boarding school sounds fun but idk. the closest thing i’ll get to that experience is when i’m finally allowed to dorm at my college. i also like the idea of a little secret club but i think im too dumb for one about poetry.

20. the message of dps is about how education can go beyond what is taught in textbooks, and that education should be taught in a way to enlighten people about the realities of life and how they shouldn’t look at things with a singular perspective. do you agree and believe that?

i 100% agree with this. i also find the message pretty ironic as most people tend to view the movie through the romanticized lenses mr. keating put on the boys.

ty to those who tagged me in this :) i don’t know who to tag so i’ll just tag those who want to participate in this!

#dps #dead poets society #this took way longer than i thought it would

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queenofnabooty · 3 years

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2020 Creator WrAP: Favourite works

rules: it’s time to love yourself. choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

i was tagged by @lordeasriel the bitch

in no particular order

1. Masriel One-shot I wrote for @oceanssapart. The rules were to be “Ivy” and TBA inspired. I’m proud of how it turned out and it solidified my deep love for using the present tense. It’s the angstiest dick appointment that ever was. I’m also still very glowy over getting a comment about it having a different feel to most Masriel fics. I don’t really ship much anymore but I have a passion for these two, so that meant a lot. “written on, rewritten, smoothed over”

2. 5 Articles About the Masriel Affair. Like I said, I love these two, but more than anything I love goofing. This is hard hitting journalism and part of my personal lore for HDM.

3. 8-chapter Marisa fic. Between LBS (but shortly after) and NL. It’s about how she pulled together the bits of influence she had to kick off the beginning of the GOB. Deals with her concern over her personal advancement in the world. I pepper in appearances from Asriel, Carlo, MacPhail, Adele, and an OC connected to Marisa’s past. I wrote this with the speed of someone on their death bed, so I’m scared to revisit it but I’m proud of writing a half-novel lmao.“Piece of Work”

4. Coolter Nation Chanel Ads. I like how these turned out in terms of look. It adds to the list of “Marisa is my real life mom” stuff and that makes me laugh. And if you didn’t know I’m the one running vlogger marisa, now you know.

5. Marisa&Lyra one-shot. They are in the cave and Lyra is awake. This was the first fic I actually wanted to promote properly. I’m pleased with how it turned out and the positive response. Please take a look if this is a dynamic that interests you. “The Same Deep Water As You”

I’m tagging @oceanssapart @the-blog-of-dust @callhimnowmarisamylove and @specter-speeder

#mine #i love two things 1 chaos fam/masriel 2 to laugh #for all my rage against the show it did inspire me to start making things again so thats nice i guess

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ravens-words · 3 years

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Tagged by @christopherismybuddie to do my top ten favorite 911 episodes and why. (Disclaimer: I haven't watched season 2 episodes in a LONG time, so sorry if I mixed up some stuff lol)

This got out of hand and I apologize? (And Yes, these are in order)

Edit: 1 & 2, because I love these equally and thought I could choose my favorite, but apparently can't.

3x2-3 The TSUNAMI EPISODES- where do I start with the perfection that was these two episodes??? I can write a whole essay about them. From Eddie having a key, to him figuratively dragging Buck out of bed, leaving Chris with him, "his buck", to the utter perfection that is the Christopher and Buck relationship???? Buck's fear, his relief when he finds Christopher, the way he looked for him, for HOURS, him breaking down at the mere idea of telling Eddie when he was on the phone with Maddie to the ene after that (Eddie's face, Buck collapsing only when Christopher was safe, a return of the "Bobby knows" look) And finally. WAIT FOR ME TO COME. "THERE'S NO ONE I TRUST MORE WITH MY SON THAN YOU"

4x 13-14- I mentioned 13 because that end scene was GOLD. Buddie being the only ones there, the way it was framed, the silence, Buck just freezing and having to be tackled out of the way of fire. EDDIE REACHING FOR BUCK.

As for 14, ooh, that opening scene- Badass Buck was amazing (the smooth roll under the truck, hauling Eddie to saftey, and then hefting him over his shoulder and into the truck👀)

Then we have Eddie freking Diaz, bleeding out, asking Buck if he was okay. "Eds" 😭.

Buck shaking when he was outside the hospital, the automatic way he took on the responsibility of telling Christopher.

Buck trying so hard to keep it together while telling Christopher, and then breaking down, and Christopher comforting him, when he found out Eddie was okay? I did not see that coming. I loved it beyond words though. Buck staying on the couch just so Christopher could stay at home 😭. And then of course the freaking bed scene. It still feels surreal that it's now canon that Eddie trusts Buck with Christopher so much that he would name him as his guardian if something happens to him. That is so freaking significant. Also, the fact that he only chose to tell him because Buck thought it would be better if he was the one who was shot, because Buck thinking he was expendable was just UNACCEPTABLE to one Eddie Diaz. I love these two so much (and they love each other, I don't make the rules)

3. 3x15 Eddie Begins- The Eddie Diaz backstory I was craving, and it didn't disappoint. His relationship with his parents (I hate it) with Shanon (I've managed to keep my opinions on Shanon/Eddie to myself for a long time and will continue to do so). And finally, with Christopher- I love this relationship so much, and I love how Eddie was not a perfect father, but they did show us he was a GOOD one, who would do anything for his son. Eddie Diaz is one of the best young fathers I've seen on TV and I love him for that. "I miss you all the time" will forever break my heart.

Eddie doing everything to save Hayden (and this being a characteristic we see whenever there are children involved) is something I also loved to see. Buck's reactions were unexpected and jarring and perfect. I get chocked up every time I see it.

4. 4x4-5 the Buck Begins Episodes- My love Evan Buckley deserves the world. I hate the Buckley parents. I love Maddie Buckley, and I LOVE the freaking firefam. The Buckley Siblings moments were gold. Maddie is amazing and also deserves the world. We got such a good insight into why Buck is who he is, and it broke my heart and made me love him even more. My one complaint about these episodes is that we didn't get any Buck hugs (I really wanted Maddie, Bobby and Eddie to hug him 😭)

5. 4x06 Jinx- the most hilarious episode and one I still watch if I need a laugh. The helium scene is the best thing ever.

6. 2x13- Fight or Flight- I love all the relationships on the show, but my top two are Buddie and the Buckley siblings. This one was just a beautiful episode. Maddie saving herself, Buck going out of his mind with worry, their HUG. Their talk in the ambulance. Just, ahhhh.

7. 4x12 Treasure Hunt- SCHEMING. I loved this one so much. All the team ups, another appearance by jealous Eddie, return of detective Bobby. Moments I loved: Eddie pouts- Buck caves immediately, Buck's hate for Math (me too, man), Ravi totally abandoning ship at the chance he might get in trouble, and Eddie jumping into the firetruck head first)

8. 2x04 Stuck- I love this episode so much. The whole "is your son really why you don't date?"/"they're not my type" 👀 also, Christopher being the angel that he is 😭. This one was the first instance we saw Buck having Eddie's back outside of the job, and it was so beautiful.

9. 2x06 Dosed- my god, I will never get sick of this episode. "Teeny Tiny" and "Oooh, you made him cry" 😂😂. Hen and Buddie being high was just so freaking funny. Bobby broke my heart in this episode. Also, first sighting of Jealous Eddie. That was gold.

10. 2x01 Under Pressure- Ahhh, Eddie and Maddie introduction!! The start of Buddie. Them going from "you're my problem" to "you can have my back any day" *chef's kiss*

If you actually made it this far, hats off to you lol

I won't tag anyone, but I do hope if you see it and want to do it, that you tag me!

#911 episodes I love

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borusarafics · 5 years

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BoruSara Week 2019

I'm glad to announce that we'll be hosting a BoruSara Week for year 2019! This week will be dedicated to celebrate the bond between Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha from Boruto/Naruto series!

The event will be conducted from:

August 25 to August 31

The submissions for the week can be anything you want! Fanfictions, Fanarts, AMVs, Gifs, Edits! Everything is open!

Prompts

The prompts for the week are as follows:

DAY 1

Years

Aging together, from kids to teens to adults.

Treasures

What kind of treasure? Like their time just to be with you. Something precious that they have received from each other and kept it with themselves for years?

DAY 2

Travelling

They travel, both or separately, local or abroad.

Diary

Their monologues and feelings for each other that only a diary may ever know. Like their fav parts about each other, or the changes their witnessing that they're too afraid to point out.

DAY 3

Crossover AU

Want to see them in Harry Potter Universe? Pokemon...Hunger Games…

Flowers

Flower Crowns, flower you think best represent Boruto and Sarada- or their relationship

DAY 4

Sunset or Rain

Something very meaningful happening during Sunset? or Something sad while raining? Rain can wash away your sorrows after all.

Music

Inspiration from a song or the meaning behind it. Or just have them dance around it.

DAY 5

Little Moments

Sharing clothes/food/bed or normal everyday things that makes you appreciate their company- or canon moments you see in the anime or manga

Social Media

What they do in social media? Tweet them something sweet? Pick-up line?

DAY 6

Misadventures

A problematic situation happening between the two. Stuck in an elevator/cave? Body Switching? Have to fake date/marry? Go wild but Keep it PG-13. PLEASE THEY'RE BABIES

Yin Yang

Opposites. Light and Dark. Yin can’t exist without Yang and vice versa.

DAY 7

Partners

Soulmates, Partner in Crimes or things they have in common. They fight together, support each other, understand each other, love each other- okay, keep it PG13 guys

Red and Blue

Their…eyes or however you see those two colours fit them!

The prompts are supposed to spark fun and creativity among participants. And if you're not comfortable using them or if you already have some ideas in your mind, then you're more than welcome to use it!

Rules

Now, the following rules must be followed for every submission that will be made for the week:

• No character bashing. Your submissions will be rejected.

• No ship bashing. Any content containing bashing in regards to any pairing will not be accepted.

• No reposts, stealing and copying other's fan works.

• If you're inspired by someone's work then please do not forget to give them credits.

• NSFW content is NOT accepted! Please keep it Rated T/PG-13!

• Please tag your works as 'borusaraweek19' and 'bsaweek19'.

• You may even add @borusarafics so I don't miss to reblog your post!

The week will be conducted both on Tumblr and Twitter!

The Twitter handle for the week is @borusara_week19.

Please reblog this post so more and more people may know about the event!

Let's sincerely celebrate this event with positivity and fun! And if you have any questions then please send me an ask here or on my personal blog @faintblueivy!

My sincere thanks to @benteja for creating these lovely posters and @mirachaann for her support! In the end I just wish to say that

Let's have fun together!

#borusara #borusaraweek #borusaraweek2019 #borusaraweek19 #bsaweek19 #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #boruto x sarada #boruto and sarada #boruto #sarada #borusarafics #boruto naruto next generations #boruto naruto next generation #naruto

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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Emergency Contact (PJM)

(Wrecked Pt.2) ( Part One)

Summary: Months after your break up, Jimin gets a call from you. Why are you passed out at a bar alone? And why is Jimin still listed as your emergency contact?

Tags: Pining, Alcohol, Vomiting, mentions of emotional infidelity,

W/c: 3.8K

A/n: I’ve been a little out of sorts recently; this might be the first thing I release for a little while. I have a lot of stuff that still needs to be edited and put out, but I think I might need to take a short break from being so active. Shouldn’t take more than a week though! Just need to get myself on track!

also, I got a little fed up with people not reading my works because the first part wasn’t linked! I don't know if this will pop up in the search results but idgaf anymore! please consider reblogging this more than liking because I still want people to see my work but want to make it easier for them to read!

Jimin is just about to fall asleep after a long day of practice when he gets the call. The one he always wanted to get and the one he never expected to come. He sees your name and picks it up instantly, fumbling for his phone in his covers, suddenly out of breath though he’s been lying down for at least 5 minutes.

“Y/n” he breathes your name like a prayer- like it’s very utterance will shatter the illusion and plunge the moment into dreamland. How many times has the exact same thing happened to him in his dreams?

“Uhm no?” an unfamiliar male voice says. “Is this Jimin?”

“Is this Woojin?” Jimin replies uneasily, remembering your boyfriend's name from the countless times he’d stalked him on social media after Seokjin’s initial prodding.

Seokjin and Taehyung had convinced to do it, even if it feels too much like stalking for jimin to agree with. ‘don't you want to know what you’re up against?’ Taehyung had asked him, finally making Jimin cave. And I mean maybe Jimin was just being petty but your new boyfriend wasn’t even cute. though he was taller than Jimin- but that's beside the point.

Jimin pushes his own insecurity and pushes himself up off the bed. drowned out music filters through the phone muffling their reply to the point where jimin can't understand them beyond a frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” it’s now been two months since you started dating Woojin. Jimin has only just gotten back to Korea and settled in after a tour. No more plans in his future besides a distant but looming comeback. He’d been unable to act yet on his desire to win you back, or even make a concrete plan no matter seokjin and Taehyung’s urgings.

“Uhm no…to be honest…I found the owner of this phone, Y/n right? almost passed out at the club I bartend at, you were her emergency contact. normally we’d just put her in a cab but-” the man sighs, “it’s my first day on the job and her phone was unlocked so I thought I’d give it a try.” Jimin’s heart jumps with concern and sudden dread, Jimin is already pulling on a sweatshirt and a facemask to cover his identity by the time the bartender is finishing his speech.

“Thank you for calling me and not doing that. I’ll come to get her, what is the name of the bar?”

The ride there is longer than Jimin anticipates, and he taps his hands against the steering wheel of his car while he waits in traffic (the car is expensive and freshly purchased after their promotional video at a serious discount). He parks the car on the curb and gets out to a few gawking faces that he equates to his expensive car ( freshly purchased after their promotional video at a serious discount) And not a breach of his identity as he rushes to the bouncers cutting the line, but they let him through once he explains the situation, one of them guiding him to you.

A young looking black-haired man is sighing as you slouch in a leather booth- looking far too underdressed for this sort of club. “Will you at least drink some water?” he says aggravatedly.

You giggle and boop him on the nose, “nope- I want vodka.” the bartender resists the urge to slap your hand away. Jimin knows why knows it’s hard to be upset at someone so cute and charismatic as you. He can even see the anger deflating from his shoulders with an aggravated sigh.

Jimin remembers the first night you ever met, at a ritzy party at a rooftop bar in Gangnam that Taehyung and Jungkook had made him go too. Taehyung was always making foreign friends with expensive connections. Not that they really were wanting for anything, but Taehyung and Jungkook liked getting out into the party scene as a distraction from their busy schedules.

He remembers sneaking out onto a closed balcony after Taehyung tried to make him play a new stupid American drinking game. Only to find it already occupied. Someone was playing a pop song over the speakers and Jimin had indulged in your voice for a moment as you sang along to the song.

“With a voice like that-”, he commented when your last note faded, your head whipped around to see who had overheard you, “-You could be an idol,” Jimin remembers thinking how cute you looked with your blushing cheeks, so put out to be caught singing by a stranger.

“Are you kidding me?” You say scandalized, as Jimin leans over the edge of the balcony and tries to be casual as he blatantly admires you. he waits to be chastised unintentionally, by your admission of knowing his identity. to have you say, oh my god famous Park Jimin thinks I could be an idol and the illusion of normalcy be shattered. but instead, you snort, raising an eyebrow at the incredibly hot stranger over the lip of your drink. “I could never lose enough weight to be even considered by an agency.”

You’d both been suitably plied with alcohol that evening, as you both stayed out on that balcony all night instead of going back into the private party. Sitting next to you against the railing, looking out over the rooftops of Seoul, often finding himself looking at your smile over the glittering lights. The truth had come out later that evening when one of your friends had opened the door hiding Jimin behind it but almost squishing him too.

“Oh my god Y/n, I didn’t bring you to this part to sulk about Mark, you have to come- those K-pop guys are doing one of their dances, no idea where the other one went- but the youngest one is the cutest.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” You said, when she closed the door, you’d been raising your eye at Jimin. “The other one huh?”

“Mark huh?” Jimin had parried effortlessly.

“He’s just my ex.” You say, shriveling your nose as you took a sip of your glass. “Those guys in there?” Jimin grimaces and downs the last of his drink.

“They’re my group members.” you don't ask him again about being an idol. though in the relationship that follows you become more than accustomed to the other boys, his family, who were your friends by extension.

Jimin and you had left soon after that, piling into a taxicab, you leaned your head on the seat and looked in his direction and he’d mirrored you. Sometimes when I’m in a taxi I close my eyes and pretend I’m rushing somewhere fantastic in some sort of ship.” You say giggling, your words ringing out something musical, but drunk and undescribably fantastic. Jimin had nodded along rapt with the way you were talking, low and tired.

“Come on,” you tugged at his arm, “pretend with me” your hand stays intertwined with his on the middle seat of the taxi, slotting into his feeling absolutely perfect and Jimin had found himself unable to look away from you at all, unable to close his eyes for even a second transfixed with the sight of your head tipped back against the seat, your soft smile, eyes closed, eyelashes pillowed against your cheek.

Jimin had felt what you felt like you were rushing towards something fantastic and awe-inspiring, but something different than a place. A feeling that was all of that, but so much more: like the warmth spiking on his tongue from cinnamon in fireball and kind of like something molten and golden filling him. Different than the exultation of being on stage but twice as hot, and slower acting like syrup through his veins, but savored none the less, addictive in its sweetness.

He’d felt that, but only after he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, softly parted under his own in surprise, tasting like champagne and vanilla lip balm. Sweet- So sweet and Jimin could only want more and more, even as the taxi driver cleared his throat as Jimin’s hand curled around your thigh and squeezed making you whine breathless and needy.

That one night stand had turned into coffee and breakfast. Which turned into a date, and then another, and then many more before Jimin had finally made you his. Many more drunken nights, days spent in bliss in your arms, No matter how hung-over you were.

You’d both grown up a little in your relationship and by the end of it, you had preferred to spend the nights sober in each other’s arms as opposed to slinking in some club just to make out in the bathroom. Jimin had barely been around enough to do just that by then, his crazy schedule had been a death sentence to your relationship.

Jimin has never seen you this drunk before though- you’re barely holding yourself up. You don’t get this drunk ever or at least not often.

Over the bartender’s shoulder you spot Jimin, and surprisingly you shout, “baby!” and move to throw yourself into his arms. He catches you, barely managing to get his arms under yours before you nearly fall out of the leather booth.

This is about as far as from what Jimin anticipated as possible. This reunion is so different from the one he’d imagined in his head. he always thought that maybe he’d run into you by accident at a party or at a convenience store, or bumping into you at your favorite park. And Maybe after that conversation would flourish and he’d invite you to a coffee to catch up with him.

But not this, not you in his arms again and calling him baby.

“Woojin” you babble against his ear, your hands linking around his neck. Of course, this is just his luck, you’re so drunk that you can’t even recognize Jimin- it’s obvious that you think Jimin is your current boyfriend. Jimin tells himself not to be hurt, to just appreciate having you in his arms again after so long spent apart. He swallows down the disappointment because he wishes you were that happy to see him.

You pull yourself out of the booth far enough almost falling forward. The bartender sends a scalding look Jimin’s way. he makes himself scarce before Jimin can even thank him. “Let's get you home.” Jimin hauls you up onto your feet but you sink further into his arms, for all intents and purposes you seem not to have heard him. Jimin Grabs your jacket and shoving your keys and wallet into the pocket of his coat.

You talk on, not realizing that the arms around you are not the arms of your current boyfriends but the arms of your ex. “I know you’re mad at me because I said I was still in love with my Ex but I promise- I promise I’m really really gonna try to get over him this time.”

Jimin freezes, in the middle of a crowded club somewhere in Hongdae. The words freezing the muted annoyance in his belly like Novocain. Jimin feels numb; hope claws it’s way through his chest, a desperate animal nearly dead but suddenly thriving. “What was your ex’s name again?” his voice shakes, even as he half carries you through the club, the roiling bodies dancing drunkenly, the lights flashing low and red.

“You know,” you say with a hushed voice, as Jimin stops for a moment before pulling his mask up around his face and getting his keys out propping you up against a wall before he continues walking you out of the crowded club “he’s the idol, Park Jimin.” Jimin stumbles almost losing grip on you as his feet hit the side of the curb, his heart is stuttering out an uneven choppy rhythm as his head rings with your words.

Still, in love, idol, Park Jimin, me, she’s still in love with me, he barely manages to grab onto you, swinging you to a stop pressed against him right in front of his car.

You look up at him, and he sees real recognition run in your face, “I think I’m going to be sick” you say, and Jimin can just tilt you against his car (to prevent you from vomiting on his shoes) and hold back your hair like a makeshift ponytail, before you lean against the side of his car and vomit over his wheel well.

“Shit,” Jimin curses, one hand going around your shoulders, he didn't realize you were that wasted, he’s never seen you this drunk before. Even now, the weight of your body against his is something supple and sublime, it doesn’t matter that you’re vomiting on his car- just that you still love him, maybe you never stopped loving him.

When you’re done vomiting you sway, and Jimin has to stoop to catch you so that you don’t fall against the concrete. “Hey hey hey- don’t pass out on me,” your eyes roll a little but then you come back again more lucid. Jimin manages to open the car door while supporting you with one shoulder before he lifts you into his car and buckles you in.

“Why are you being so sweet to me W-Woojin.” You bop Jimin on the nose, and he smiles, despite the fact that you might (definitely do) have a little bit of vomit in some of the hair in front of your face. Jimin must have missed when he was trying to make sure you didn’t vomit over yourself. But while it should be disgusting, it just warms Jimin’s heart to lean over and use a tissue to wipe it away, because he gets the chance to take care of you again.

“I’m always sweet to you Y/n and I think you know by now that I’m not Woojin.” Your breath hitches and you look over at Jimin with wide eyes as he pulls away from the curb.

“Jimin I-“ you rush to cover your mouth with your hand, it makes sense that you would be wordless when confronted by him. He knows you probably didn't mean to admit your secret to Jimin of all people- but you did and those words can't be taken back. But then he looks at your face, your pale cheeks, holding your stomach, and he realizes it’s just another wave of nausea. “Can you open the window I think I’m going to vomit again.” You dry heave out the side of Jimin’s car but don’t actually vomit, which is good- It means that you’ve gotten all of the alcohol out of your system.

You tilt your head a little outside of the window, good to feel the breeze on your sweaty face and Jimin turns the heat on high so that you stop shivering. He can’t stop staring at you, leaning out the window, your eyes closed, so much like the first night, you met him. And now here you are more than 2 years later, and on the precipice of something else, something completely different. your chest rises softly and your body goes limp with sleep. Jimin lets you drift off as he drives. Unable to stop himself from looking over you at every stop light.

He’s upset that he has to wake you up when you finally arrive at your apartment but he tries to avoid it. he hopes that you haven’t changed the code for your front door. Miraculously you haven’t but you wake anyway when he kicks the door open too hard and it slams against your opposite wall. “you can put me down you know” you murmur against his leather jacket. Jimin startles, smiling down at you as he pushes your door closed with his foot.

Jimin sets you down waiting for you to sway but the short nap you took and the vomiting seemed to have sobered you up. “Jimin you didn’t have too- like come get me I could have handled it.” Jimin just shakes his head and goes to get you a glass of water, passing it off to you before getting his own.

“I wasn’t just going to let them put you in a cab Y/n,” and you almost try to argue, but you know they would have. You sway and catch yourself against the counter, and Jimin’s already there, picking you up again, “let's get you to bed.”

“Sorry, you had to deal with me like this.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it, the hangover you have tomorrow will be punishment enough” Jimin deposits you on your bed, it’s still the same queen you had and probably the same bed that Jimin would make love to you on. He doesn’t let his mind linger long on the memories he has of your room, a different color now, but the bedspread is that same muted off white.

The coffee stain near the lip is from when Jimin tried to bring you coffee in bed. you’d spilled it after he accidentally discovered you where ticklish across your stomach. A spot he’d routinely abused for the rest of your relationship. seeing it there. the evidence of him still in your life makes him hope for things he shouldn't be wanting anymore. Not when he treated you like he did in your relationship.

Maybe Jimin is selfish because even though he knows you needed better than what he could give you then, he still wants this. He still wants to be the one set as your emergency contact and Wants to be in your life even if it means being the one who has to clean the vomit out of your hair. Now that he knows how wrecked he is without you- he’s willing to do more to keep you- he’s willing to try. before he’d thought that maybe it’s was too late to win you back, but after hearing your words tonight he’s not as sure.

He tucks you under those sheets now, and slips off your knee-high boots, tugging them off your calf’s and giving the muscle there a short squeeze. You make a noise in the back of your throat and he does it again, and more with the other leg. You seem content to lie there and fall asleep but Jimin doesn’t let you, his hand tilting your face away from your pillow, producing a makeup wipe from your bedside table.

“Come on you hate waking up with makeup on” you make a surprised noise, your eyes not opening as you let Jimin take off your makeup.

“You always did such a good job of caring for me.” You murmur hushes as Jimin wipes over your eyelids. Apparently, you’re not as sober as Jimin initially thought.

“When I was around you mean,” Jimin says harshly, his anger directed at himself, making you fall silent and open your eyes a little before you close them so Jimin can finish taking off your eye makeup. Jimin finishes studying your face, your breath evening out and your eyes closed. He smiles softly, turns you on your side so that if you pass out you won’t choke on your own vomit and shuts the lights off on his way out.

He gets a spare pillow and a blanket from the cupboard where you keep them and makes your wide couch, it’s the only thing that’s noticeably different in your apartment from what he remembers. It’s a lot longer than the old thread bear couch you and Jimin used to make out on while you pretended to watch TV so he can stretch out completely instead of crunching up.

The lights from a passing car cast shadows on the wall periodically as Jimin tries to sleep but he can’t, your words play over and over in his head keeping him awake like a song stuck on repeat. “I’m still in love with my ex, the idol Park Jimin,” Jimin can’t breath around the emotions growing like weeds in his chest, and as much as Jimin tries not to name them, they feel a lot like hope.

Jimin wakes when it’s probably far into the next day- only getting a few hours of sleep after his eyelids finally dragged him mind down but he feels like he’s barely closed his eyes. Thank god you didn’t choke on your own vomit in your sleep because Jimin’s not sure he would have woken up for anything short of you dropping a pan in the kitchen adjacent to your living room. which it sounds like you did just do when he leans up and watches you slouch to pick it up with Your back turned to him.

“Morn-“ but you let out a shrill shriek, wiping around, your pan clutched in your hands like a weapon as Jimin yawns, stands, and stretches.

“Jesus Jimin you scared me. What the hell are you still doing here anyway?”

“What do you mean,” Jimin says, standing up and helping himself to your coffee maker. He scratches his stomach, lifting up a little bit of his shirt. He catches you looking at his chest before your gaze flits away, the coffee maker gurgles as it turns on, sending you through the awkward silence.

“I thought that after last night you would have cleared off.”

“I wasn’t just gonna go- you know I’m not like that,” Jimin says, still looking at you as you busy yourself getting some eggs out of the fridge, he remembers how you used to tell him to stop staring at you when he would watch you in the mornings, his hair all messed over his forehead and his eyes puffy. “And besides I thought we could talk about last night.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Jimin shakes his head, not letting you get away with it.

“Don't try to pull that shit right now. I know you remember what you said to me.”

“What If I say I don’t, and I’ll make you breakfast for a thank you, and then we can go back to our lives like before” Jimin shakes his head, taking the carton of eggs from you and putting them on the counter.

“I don’t want that- and judging by what you said you don’t want that either.”

“Jimin, I’m in a relationship. I’ve moved on.” You stress the words, trying to take the eggs back but he holds them out of your reach. Now that he has you close, looking conflicted and sleep-addled in your kitchen, in the kitchen where he fell in love with you. Really your entire apartment was where he’d fallen in love with you.

It was your sleepy little hideaway, the hideaway from Jimin’s real life. But really- he’d never been more himself than the version he was with you, which was why the last few months had been so hard. He’d been missing apart of himself and here it was trying to grab the eggs out of his hands.

“Y/n- don’t tell me that, don’t lie,” Jimin says lowly like a curse, and your gaze flickers down to his, and you take in how you are, almost pressed to him in the midday light of your kitchen. Too close to his chest.

You try to turn away but Jimin catches your hand. “Jimin,” you say, his name a warning, but he continues before you can.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t still feel what I feel Y/n” Jimin says, holding your hand against his chest, trapping it there so that you can feel his heart beat unevenly against your palm. “I still care about you, I still want to make it work, and I promise you with everything I’ve got that I will try harder, be better, and put you first this time if you only let me. If you only give me one more chance”

Jimin barely processes the hot tears rippling down his cheeks, his lips bitten and red from the night he spent lying awake. “I still love you, I love you so much, I need you in my life, and I know that now more than I did before, I’ve lived without you and I don’t- please don’t make me go back to that. Don't make me hope for it and then tear that hope away.”

“Do you regret it?” you ask softly, biting your lip as a tear catches on the curve of your lower lip. jimin imagines kissing the salt off of them, licking into your mouth and pressing you against the counter, the image hitting him so hard that he was to forcefully restrain himself from actually doing it. Jimin is soothed, even though he knows he shouldn’t be, to see you as conflicted as he is.

“Do I regret how I treated you?” Jimin lifts your fist to his face and punctuating every word with a kiss to your knuckles. “Every. Single. damn. day.” your mouth opens once then closes as you're lost for words. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, not by a long shot, and that you’ve already given me so many, but if you walk away from us now, that’s on you this time. I’m here. And I’m ready to give you my all.” Jimin resists tugging you back when you withdraw your hand from his hold.

He resists letting it go. his heart collapses in on its self, it feels like a burning star collapsing into a black hole as you put on your jacket and grab your keys. Jimin swallows; see’s your mouth open once and then again, as you press back to him.

Your arms feel like a battering ram, as they wrap around Jimin, clutching him to you, harsh and quick. The hug just as fleeting at the brush of your lips against his collarbones that makes him jump. Your hands are hard as you cup his cheeks in your hands, you look up at him, fainting a small smile blinking away tears as your fingers pushing away his.

He wants to kiss you so so badly- but he won’t when you’re not his, he doesn’t know what this means, that tender and judging look in your eyes as they flick over Jimin’s face, not saying anything.

“Y/n” Jimin pleads unable to handle the closeness for much longer without acting.

“Just Stay right here, I need to go talk to Woojin- but please,” you head towards the door but can’t resist turning back to him to look, to drink him in standing in your kitchen again. You almost fall over trying to put on your shoes while you look at him. “Please don’t go anywhere.” Jimin swallows back something that feels too much like disappointment to feel good, and nods.

“Here” He agrees, watching as your large jacket bunches around your wrists. He tosses you his set of keys to his car. “You left your car at the bar last night- take mine.”

You wrap Jimin’s keys around your fingers and your smile is a little bit heartbreaking, as you smile back and say “Okay.” looking back at him once more before you leave.

It’s been a few months since Jimin was in your apartment but he still knows your system well enough to find some cereal and some milk for breakfast. He waits around for an hour watching some news and lounging on his mock bed on your couch. Trying to distract himself from where he is, where you are, and what he hopes you’re doing right now.

He makes it through half an episode of some reality tv show before some mid-morning drowsiness and tiredness from the night make his eyes slide closed.

When he wakes from his nap, his first indication to the fact that you’re home is the fact that the tv is off. You're sitting on the other end of the couch as Jimin straightens up. Your head is tipped back against the edge of the couch, your eyes are red-rimmed from crying and you don't respond when he says your name.

“Are you okay?“ Jimin cuts off, he wants to reach out and pull you into his arms. Your hand tips down and drops his keys against the couch your hand falls open. Jimin reaches out, lacing his fingers slowly with yours. giving you the chance to pull away. It takes a second but then you’re gripping Jimin’s hand like you’re afraid he’s the one who’s going to let go. You open your eyes, your gaze sliding to his.

“It wasn’t easy, none of this is easy” you stress, “but yeah… I broke up with Woojin.”

#park jimin #bts #park jimin x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #jimin x reader #bangtan sonyeodan #bangtan boys #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts one-shot #or two-shot #bts imagines

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telebeast · 4 years

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@deadbonessinderhellaton tagged me in a thing so now I gotta!! 1. Top 3 Ships: I don’t care for ships too much, but if I had to pick I’d gotta say,,, Chell and Mel, Data and Geordi (im in a bit of a trek swing right now), and... My own dang OCs, Avis and Hanna 2. Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick, as a futile attempt to keep me from biting my lip lol 3. Last song: Postmodern Jukebox’s cover of Mr. Blue Sky (ELO) 4. Last Movie: The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Extended-extended edition!) 5. Reading: Nothing really outside of school, but I’ve been thinking of picking up and finally finishing The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov; I understand Asimov’s books are the origin of a lot of robot stuff in media/literature? IDK Tag 9 People: I don’t know many people so,,, @kurtwagner-nightcrawler and @andotherstuff9 and anyone else who wants to fjdksfjksd

#Fenic Talks #tag thing #Thanks for tagging me for this!

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drstrangewillseeyounow · 4 years

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Creative Year in Review 2019

Total number of creations? (Or a rough guess!)

14 stories for a total of 116,020 words across six fandoms, all of which can be found on AO3 (strangeallure)

Nine for Star Trek: Discovery and one each for Star Trek AOS, Star Trek Voyager, Penny Dreadful, Star Wars Legends and Venom (Movie)

up from 12 stories and 50,537 words total in 2018

What characters or ships have you created the most content for this year?

Michael Burnham/Ash Tyler: 78,446 words (7 stories)

I’ve only written more than one story for one other ship, namely

Paul Stamets/Hugh Culber: 3,443 words (2 stories)

but my longest non-Ashburn fic was this

Nyota Uhura/Gaila (AOS): 16,560 words (1 story)

Everything that wasn’t Ashburn (68%) was written for challenges or as a gift (38k, 32%).

Was there a project that you didn’t get around to?

Too many, as always. Out of the four WIPs I said I wanted to come to fruition last time, two did (Back to Where We’ve Never Been and What If We Would Stay?), and I never wrote that Ashburn remix of Franipani’s fic I meant to do.

What was the creation you had the most fun making?

In every longer (and most shorter) fics, there’s usually a time where I feel like I’m hitting a wall, either can’t get started, can’t start up again or feel like editing is just not working out, but eventually, I reach a point where it all comes together, where I know what to let go and change to make the story better (I’m a big fan of cutting things), and in the end, that is a very rewarding state while it lasts.

I have a very distinct memory of getting into the flow for What If We Would Stay? and since I had worked on it forever, that was a great place to be.

On the Line came together quickly, over two days or so (I wrote it when I felt completely stuck on my WIP), so that was nice, too.

You’re the Chance I Want to Take (Nyota Uhura/Gaila) was a lot of fun to write because it’s an on-planet sci-fi adventure, which is something I hadn’t really written before. The characters crash-land in a desert and make their way through a cave system and a rain forest, so there’s exploration, tech jerry-rigging and team work. It felt a lot like writing an episode for one of the episodic-era Treks.

Any surprises? (E.g. a character or ship you never thought you’d create for or a project that came out of nowhere?)

The two biggest surprises are both Frangipani’s fault.

She had wanted a Venom OT3 fic, which I started (since the movie was surprisingly good fun) but never finished in 2018, but when Cupidsbow declared a “Venomtimes Day” challenge in early 2019, that gave me the boost to finish You’re A Snack, But You’re Much More Than That. Although I have to say, it’s mainly on the cracky romance side of things (Venom coaxes Eddie into wooing Anne), not explicit.

The other surprise was writing Star Wars Legends and somnophilia - in one fic, no less. I only know Legends (and Mara Jade) through beta’ing a few of Frangi’s amazing fics, and her Mara is a layered, complex and intriguing character. I’m more of a romantic shipper myself (with canon-induced angst where applicable, but ultimately, I write to get my characters in a good, healthy place), but since Frangi loves fucked up things, I tried to go all out and write Mara as a horrible person, which lead me to somnophilia. It was an interesting and fun challenge to write, and I usually like my writing better the darker the subject matter is (which is unfortunate when you want your characters to be happy, but well …).

Oh, one more: I started posting my first real chaptered fic in June (and I posted my first fanfic in the late 90s). I had a complete first draft of about 18k words and thought I could be done posting it as a WIP within a month. Instead it took me 45k and until the end of December. I’m proud of Object Lessons, but I don’t think I’ll ever begin posting again before I have at least a more polished second draft and a chapter breakdown. It was definitely a learning experience.

What was the hardest creation to make?

Object Lessons because it kept growing and I wanted for it to be coherent and combine character and relationship growth. I even made a scene-by-scene breakdown Excel sheet.

What inspired you the most this year?

The chemistry and dynamics between Michael Burnham and Ash Tyler and all the questionable narrative choices made by the people writing and plotting Discovery season two (and one).

What are you most proud of? (A creation, something you learned, etc)

Not gonna lie, I am probably most proud of my Object Lessons Excel sheet. It has word counts for scenes and chapters, notes location and a quick summary for every scene, flags if a scene takes place in the main location or somewhere else (so there’s a balance between tight relationship focus and broader world), and indicates “breadcrumbs”, i.e. things related to the two main points of conflict.

Also proud I managed to hit two (out of five) goals I set last year:

Write an episode reaction fic before the next episode airs: A Moment out of Time

Participate in three challenges: actually wrote fic for five challenges/exchanges (time travel challenge, star trek secret santa, poetry challenge, venomtime’s day and femslash exchange)

Any goals/plans/ideas for next year?

I have a lot of other stuff on my plate this year, so I want fandom to be fun and not set myself concrete goals to fall short off and then feel bad about.

That said, I’ll try and sign up for a few challenges, and if I go into longfic territory again, I’ll try and learn from Object Lessons and start posting only when it’s more polished than a first draft.

Also, should Ash Tyler return to the Star Trek universe this year, all bets are off.

Pick your favourite creations! (Post links and tell us why you love them!)

Object Lessons, my magnum opus, and as of this moment the longest Ashburn fic on AO3.

Your Voice Still Sounds Like Home is a melancholy, bittersweet fic about Ash sending Michael secret messages from Qo’noS and when I read it now, ten months after I wrote it, I can still very much feel the longing.

You’re the Chance I Want to Take (Nyota Uhura/Gaila) because it’s a fun and sweet adventure - and shockingly enough my only femslash fic this year

Everyone who created/posted art, fic, gif-sets, vids, cosplay, etc., consider yourself tagged if you’d like to be. I’m curious! <3

#year in review #creative year in review #me me me me me

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smilesthroughfandoms · 5 years

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Every Single Star vs. the Forces of Evil episode in one sentence or less

I’ll probably post a more in depth-review later this week, as I have opinions literally no one wants to hear but I will proclaim anyway, and then I’ll probably also due a revision of my ‘Past Queens Connection to Star’ post from way back in season 2. Cause that needs an update.

Anyway, enjoy!

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood Safe Kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party on a bus that Ludo hijacks

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: And I thought my family was dysfunctional...

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cue fandom freakout*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P. Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Moon, how did you miss Toffee in the orb he was right there!

Naysaya: Marco is a mood in this episode

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Honestly my favorite episode overall

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: Aw, look at the little deadly baby, I love her!

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!

Mathmagic: Why did the chicken cross the road?

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.

All Belts Are Off: This is the negative side of “Pro-tag teen hangs out with older adult figure” trope done splendidly

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: This song is actually a banger

Star Crushed: Looking back, I’m starting to think the writing peaked at this episode....

BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!

Return to Mewni: This is… just an exposition filler. Not much else to say….

Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!

Book Be Gone: Seriously, did Glossy take trolling lessons from Alex Hirsch this is hilarious!

Marco and the King: This is the “Pro-tag teen hangs out with older adult figure” done slightly better

Puddle Defender: Aw, look at the little buff babies, they’re getting so big!

King Ludo: The mime stole the show.

Toffee: Yeah, I think the writing peaked somewhere around here...

Scent of Hoodie: Huh, so Ponyhead can be written as likeable, who would’ve thought?

Rest in Pudding: The colors are not doing the censors any favor here, huh?

Club Snubbed: I literally yelled “Phrasing!” whenever they dropped the title

Stranger Danger: Is she the new antagonist of the series? I can’t tell

Demoncism: Tom is a wonderful baby boy and Ponyhead is written as likeable, part 2!

Sophmore Slump: *sobbing* Jackie deserved better, dang it!

Lint Catcher: I’m starting to wonder if there is any competant authority figure in Mewni

Trial by Squire: I think the writers were all like” You think these guys will ship anyone with Marco?” and decided to test that theory.

Princess Turdina: I got more lore out of this episode than I thought I would.

Starfari: Welp, she makes me uncomfortable.

Sweet Dreams: *Sailor Moon-ing intensifies*

Lava Lake Beack: Proof that this fandom will ship anyone with Marco at the slightest inclanation

Death Peck: Rich Pigeon is my new favorite birb and Ponyhead is written as likeable for the third time

Ponymonium: Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Night Life: The writers made so many new ships they had to get rid of an old one!

Deep Dive: “Chicken butt”

Monster Bash: Well, that explains the cheekmarks.

Stump Day: I think they just made an episode based around a picture from that bookcover.

Holiday Special: *insert every cheesy Christmas/Holiday episode trope here*

The Bog Beast of Boggabah: The title is fun to say and the episode is average at best.

Total Eclipsa the Moon: Seriously, I’m supposed to think she’s an ultimate villain.

Butterfly Trap: In which we are all Sean, don’t lie we were all him at the end

Ludo, Where Art Thou?: Dennis is best brother, hands down.

Is Another Mystery: *sniff* I got more emotional over this episode than anyone else did and I’m not sure how I feel about that

Marco Jr.: I… I just… Why? What’s the point?

Skooled!: Epic advertisment fakeout combined with wonderful character development and lore with a shock ending makes a 8/10 episode.

Booth Buddies: Old Man McGucket ships Starco, proceed to react accordingly

Bam Ui Pati!: Ponyhead is kinda likeable in this episod–nevermind she’s back.

Tough Love: Oh man, it’s happening! It’s happening guys here we go!

Divide: We are going to war everybody–And they’re all dead. That was quick.

Conquer: They should have paid Alex HIrsch to voice Glossaryck at this point, it’d be more in character for him.

Butterfly Follies: Proof that someone will always complain about politics no matter what.

Escape from the Pie Folk: Is anyone else disturbed by the fact that he kinda resembles Eclipsa more than Festivia?

Moon Remembers: I was expecting a freakout but was pleasantly surprised

Swim Suit: I’m starting to get a bad feeling about Rhombulus

Ransomgram: Why is everyone in this dimesnion hot?!

Lake House Fever: She’s a good mom

Yada Yada Berries: They missed an opportunity to have a Seinfeld actor guest-star, just saying

Down by the River: I’m glad that she can relax

The Ponyhead Show!: And Ponyhead is offically no longer likeable, can someone toss her into an abyss please?

Surviving the Spiderbites: SpiderSlime is canon proceed to react accordingly

Out of Buisness: How did this place go out of buisness???

Kelly's World: Man, they’re really setting these non-Starco ships up to fail, huh?

Curse of the Blood Moon: Pfft, yeah, sure, Starco won’t be canon at all!

Princess Quasar Caterpillar and the Magic Bell: I think Ludo has the most consistent character arc out of the entire show’s history.

Ghost of Butterfly Castle: Moon, Star is your daughter and Star supports Eclipsa, why would you not tell her?

Cornball: This episode has a heartwarming lesson that I hope more people come to realize

Meteora's Lesson: I’ll take any Toffee scenes I can get

The Knight Shift: I honestly don’t remember what happened n this episode

Queen-Napped: Seriously, can someone please dropkick Ponyhead into an abyss?

Junkin' Janna: The JanTom interaction I’ve been waiting for

A Spell with No Name: These types of episodes stopped being charming awhile ago

A Boy and His DC-700XE: I think Tomco has more ground to stand-on then Starco at this point

The Monster and The Queen: Don Panchito voices Globgor! There’s hope for this show yet!

Cornonation: They’re the best couple/parents/anything around!

Doop-Doop: I honestly think Rick just put Morty through some flux-capacitor or something

Britta's Tacos: Hey, remember these people that we suddenly brought back? No? Me neither!

Beach Day: This feels like a Season 1 episode and it’s nice

Gone Baby Gone: I want a TV show aout them now! Disney, please!

Sad Teen Hotline: Mr. Diaz is way to invested in Star’s love life.

Jannanigans: Hello last minute Janna character development!

Mama Star: So that’s how Mewni came to be--and I don’t care anymore

Ready, Aim, Fire!: Let’s get that finale ball rolling people!

The Right Way: Ok, that spell is actually pretty badass.

Here to Help: There, Starco’s finally canon will you guys just shut up now!

Pizza Party: Moon you idiot you ruined everything!

The Tavern at the End of the Multiverse: Toffee was right all along... I think we all knew that in some way

Cleaved: I expect nothing substanial and that’s what I got

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svtfoe2 #svtfoe3 #svtfoe4 #battle for mewni #smilesthroughfandoms #Don't repost without my permission #seriously don't #these are my opinions #scary i know

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