#his name is birthday cake and i love him because he is a red flag

[derpy-thebdayclown]

cake twins redesigns! (Last episode)

me and my friends have an mlp oc au set in the future, and one of my characters is related to the cakes, so i wanted to redesign the twins for that reason! their canon adult designs just aren’t for me lol

i changed their cutie marks (why was pumpkin cake’s a PIE) and some other details abt them, but thats really all

[msbigredmachine]

M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Roman Reigns/Plus Size OC)

Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday? Roman/Plus Size OC

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Plus Size OC

Warnings: SMUT all the way, lol

Word count: 4.6k 

A/N: In honor of our Tribal Chief's 38th birthday and to celebrate his historic 1000-day title reign. Tumblr flagged my story so I had to upload it again🙄 Enjoy!

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Face Claim (Because Tumblr flagged it the last time)

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Birthdays occurred only once a year, so it was usually imperative that it was spent with the people you love. After nearly two months away from you, it was almost hard for Roman to believe that he was actually back in your arms and in your bed, and on his birthday no less. He wished he didn't have to leave you for such long periods of time, but you understood that it was the nature of the beast. You embraced this reality when you made the decision to start a relationship with not just a pro wrestler, but the champion and the face of the biggest wrestling company in the world. Still, he tried to compensate by putting pen to paper on a lighter travel schedule, as well as buying you a new dildo to keep you occupied in his absence. According to you, the dildo had gotten several workouts, and the daily, dirty text messages from him, outlining what he'd like to be doing to you, definitely helped too.

Yesterday was incredible. From the moment he called to inform you that his jet was en route to your city, you were completely beside yourself with the most erotic thoughts on exactly how you would celebrate his birthday. You weren't ashamed to admit that your hands had ventured between your thighs more than once during the day, barely paying attention to any of the meetings you were in, counting down the hours till you finally got to see him. When he showed up at your doorstep, you were naked and waiting. No surface in your loft was safe; the couch, the kitchen counter, your desk in your little office space, the stairs...you name it, Roman fucked you on top of it, only taking a break to eat some of the birthday cake you bought for him before carrying you up to your bedroom, where you spent the night licking buttercream frosting off your bodies and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

It was just past six in the morning, meaning you still had some time before you had to get up for work. Through the white sheer curtains of your bedroom window, the beautiful red and orange sunrise kissed the rich melanin of your skin. As the Tribal Chief watched the colors adorn your sleeping face, he felt his heart swell with renewed love and lust for you. He lay behind you, with your body cocooned in his warm and solid frame. You fit together perfectly.

He rested his hand on your hip, admiring the streaks of wavy stretch marks there. His sexy little tiger. He definitely had you mewling and purring like one when he put it on you last night. Faint lines of cake frosting smudged your brown skin, and he swiped each one with his finger and put in his mouth. He then let his hand travel along your waist, awed by the mouthwatering curves that belonged to him. Then, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back into him with a sigh. You seemed to still be asleep, and he really wanted to wake you up.

So, he started rotating his hips, pressing his morning erection against your sumptuous backside, nestling the impressive length between your ass cheeks. His hand slid up to your breasts, cupping one gently. As his finger grazed your nipple, you finally stirred. Your body shifted, causing your backside to rub up on his dick, and he grinded against you more purposefully, closing his hand tighter around your breast as he kissed your neck.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, your voice throaty and scratchy from sleep.

Roman nuzzled your shoulder, pressing another kiss to your skin. "I've missed you so much, my love."

He had shown you just how much last night. For hours. Your Samoan stallion possessed the stamina of three stellar athletes and you loved it. But right now... "I've missed you too. But I need to be up for work soon," you reasoned. You rolled onto your belly, which put a bit of distance between you.

"Call in sick. It's still my birthday," he implored.

"You know I can't, babe," you murmured, resting your head atop your crossed forearms, facing him and shutting your eyes. Your thick, sumptuous butt curved enticingly in the air thanks to your new sleeping position, prompting Roman to reach out to massage one of your cheeks, groping and squeezing the supple flesh in his palm.

It didn't surprise you to feel your pussy immediately tingle from his caress. His hands on you never failed to set your pulse racing. But you needed your rest. He already had you up all damn night, rendering your throat hoarse and your limbs like spaghetti. In another attempt to deter him, you rolled onto your back, your breasts and your womanhood on display.

Big mistake.

The Tribal Chief's eyes lit up like Christmas trees. His big hand cupped your breast again, thumbing the puckered nipple, then doing the same with the other. His fingertips made a delicate trail down the plane of your stomach, which spasmed from his touch. His fingers skimmed over your sensitive pussy lips, which were still tender and puffy from last night. He started to stroke you and you tried to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but he wasn't having that shit.

"Open your legs," he growled.

"Babe, I'm sleepy," you whined with a frown on your face, "I won't get up on time if we do this."

"I told you to call in sick. I'll handle your boss. It's my birthday and I want my present. Now spread 'em."

Fuck, you couldn't resist when he got all bossy and domineering with you. Of course, you relented, your legs falling open like they always did. Why did he have to look at you like that? He was so damn fine and he knew that shit. All it took was one look into that smoldering gaze of his and you were putty in his hands.

Your breath caught as he rubbed you faster, his body shifting much closer to you, reoccupying your space. His big beautiful dick pressed your upper thigh, damn near pulsating against your skin. You couldn't help but stare at it. Long and thick, accompanied by a heavy set of balls that made you drool.

Hovering over you, Roman smirked at your famished expression, and moved his fingers in small circles, spreading your wetness all around your folds. Then, he slowly sank them into you, his groan harmonizing with yours. He could feel how swollen you were from the pounding you took, but you were so wet his fingers slid in effortlessly anyway, your slick, hot flesh enveloping the digits.

"Baby..." you gasped, arching into him.

Your little squirms of protest had dwindled, which was how he knew he was slowly breaking you down. He moved in for the kill.

"I can eat it if you want," he offered, intentionally licking his lips that were a hair's breadth away from yours, and suddenly you wanted that mouth on you more than anything in the world.

"Mmm, yes please."

Bullseye. Roman sat up and kneeled before you, spreading your legs far apart and inspecting you down there. "That's the definition of a pretty pussy right here. All beat up and swole. Did I pound you good last night, baby girl?" he asked.

God, his voice. Deep and dripping with arrogance and sex as he talked dirty to you. It made your knees weak and your pussy moisten. "Yes, Daddy, it was so good."

His thumb stroked your pussy lips, fascinated by how fat and wet they were. "Gotta taste this sweet cunt again before I give you this dick, right?"

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Roman descended on you, spreading his mouth over your core. You were wide awake now, your hand on the back of his head while he went to work. You still tasted like cake, making you that much sweeter for his palette. He drooled all over that pretty pussy, causing you to moan and whine for him. Roman slurped on you a little more before bringing his eyes up to meet yours with a lick of his lips. You were breathing deeply with your mouth parted and irises low and lustful.

"Roman..."

Ducking his head again, he feasted heartily on you, not stopping this time around. Delicious, wet ass pussy that belonged in his mouth day and night. His huge hands glided up your torso before cupping your breasts. His tweaking of your nipples caused a flood, making his mouth so watery that with each suck, his saliva made its way down to the crack of your ass. Roman's mouth was hard at work, tonguing you down and French-kissing your meaty outer lips.

You were grinding his face now, your hands grabbing everywhere, the sheets, his head, his shoulders. Your ass clenched and your hips bucked as pleasure lapped at you with the same devastating impact as his tongue.

"Unnnh fuck, I'm comin', Daddy I'm comin'!" you cried and moaned and writhed on the bed. This man was going to be the death of you. You stared at him wide-eyed before your eyes rolled back as something inside you unlocked. Your neighbors could probably hear your scream as you came in his mouth. You pushed at his head, your body craving relief but not getting it, his dark chuckle vibrating against your pussy as he refused to free you from his clutches.

Your moans and screams made his dick so hard. Roman shifted forwards to pin your thighs down to your chest, his tongue still moving like a hurricane. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but for him, you would do anything. In your spare time you would practice contorting your legs for minutes on end because you wanted to please him, because you deemed him worthy enough to step out of your comfort zone and take a little pain for. Besides, the pleasure you received in return was out of this world, so it was definitely worth it.

A weak gasp rumbled in your heaving chest as he started sucking on your clit, aiming to make you come once again. All you could hear were the wet, gushy sounds his mouth was making while eating you out, and it was enough to trigger you again. With your fingers digging into his hair, you welcomed your second orgasm of the morning with a pleasured moan. He ate you out so good your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion.

"Nah, keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I'm 'bout to tear this pussy up...again," he warned.

You could only watch, prone and helpless, as Roman crawled on top of you and made himself comfortable between your legs. He ensured to put all his body weight on top of you, and the feel of his muscles against your belly, chest, and thighs had your stomach doing flips. The softness of his full lips against your collar bone, with a generous helping of tongue, the scruff of his facial hair tickling you, made you exhale shakily. As he brought his kisses upwards, you angled your head to meet his lips. Your tongues twined around the other's for a couple of seconds before your mouths sealed together in sensual, intimate kisses.

Roman shifted his body above you, his hand slipping back down between your thighs, two long, thick fingers teasing your folds before breaching inside. He cupped your entire mound in his palm, massaging, working you until you were squirming and moaning his name. To further torture you, he ducked his head down, generously swirling his tongue around each of your nipples before sucking them one by one between his lips. The Tribal Chief found your titties irresistible. He loved them; couldn't stop touching and playing with them. Grabbing them with both hands, he flicked his tongue over them, getting them nice and wet, switching between sucking your nipples with his mouth and plucking them with his fingers. You could feel your pussy tense from the pleasure surging through your body. But you didn't want Daddy to feel left out, so you reached for his dick and started stroking him. His deep moan in reaction made you feel on top of the world.

"Mmm, that's it, make Daddy rock-hard," he whispered, watching the way you stroked and squeezed and teased him. You loved the weight and feel of him in your hand. A seep of precum made the head slick and elicited another surge of wetness between your legs. You strengthened your stroking motions along his shaft, biting your lip when he thrust briefly against your hand. With a harsh moan, he managed to break free from your intoxicating touch so he could focus on giving you the dick he promised.

Rolling you onto your belly, he maneuvered behind you, pressed your chest and shoulders into the bed, and raised your ass in the air, your knees spread wide with your feet close together and tucked under him. Perfect. He palmed each of your rounded cheeks, molding the flesh greedily in his hands. His cock strained against your pussy, and involuntarily, you moved your hips, desperate for contact. He took his dick and lined it along your slit, spreading your wetness around as he slowly worked the bell-shaped head inside you. Your bodies trembled seemingly as one as he filled you to the hilt, savoring the quivering of your pussy around his length.

"Daddy..." you moaned.

"Shhh, I gotchu," he hushed you with a low chuckle, caressing your body, making you feel good. His hands stopped at your hips and he started to move in and out of you, stretching your opening, holding back on you just a bit. He bent close to your ear, his lips ghosting along your jawline. "Talk to me, baby girl. Tell me you want it."

"I want it. Fuck me, Daddy."

"I know you do. Shit, you stay so damn tight. Good god, babe."

His breathing sped up and his grip tightened on your hips, letting out a deep, visceral groan as he thrust a little faster inside you. You fought the urge to scream as he went deep, burying himself in you. "Fuck, Daddy, yeah!"

With his fingers digging into the meat of your hips, he drilled your pussy, hard, his balls slapping against your clit. As much as you whimpered and moaned, you remained on your knees and took every inch like a champ. You could feel the head of his cock meet the bottom of your pussy with every thrust. It was a shock to your system, how deep he was in you, yet you could still feel him trying to go deeper, straining to be closer to you. Your pussy gripped him again and again and you had to bite into the pillow to contain your loud moans, your hands fisting the satin sheets. The mix of his spit with your cum caused your pussy to make the wettest, filthiest sounds as he fucked you. Eager to hear more, Roman circled his hips, pushing his dick right up against your g-spot, slapping your ass in time with his grinding strokes. Another groan escaped him at the sight of his glistening cock, covered in your juices, sending shivers down his spine. One last flick of his hips finished you off. It was an experience watching you release all over his cock, your pussy squeezing around him, your booty cheeks quivering from how hard you were coming.

"Shit." Your mouth fell open, your beautiful face twisted in blissful agony as you struggled to catch your breath.

Smiling proudly at his handiwork, the Tribal Chief squeezed and smacked your backside one last time before lying down on his back. "C'mere. Put that pretty mouth on my cock."

Managing to unravel your body from the position he twisted you in, you moved over to him and grabbed up his throbbing shaft, spreading the cream you left all over the intimidating length. You released a wad of spit on the tip of his cock and used it to lather him up nice and good. You licked along the side of his dick before taking him halfway into your mouth. Your man tasted so good, his flesh hard and smooth against the flat of your tongue.

"Mmmmm. Nasty ass mouth taking all that big dick. So hot. Suck that shit, baby, taste your pussy on it," he goaded.

You moaned at his words with your mouth full of his cock. Such a nasty shit talker, and it never failed to get your pussy Ieaking. Your hands rested on his thighs now, only working your neck and your wet, juicy lips up and down his length. You moaned on him again and it delivered a vibrating sensation to his dick, causing it to harden even more in your mouth. Easing up on him, you traced circles around his head with your tongue, drawing out pleasured gasps from him as he watched your every move with blown pupils. You took note of every little sound and moan of pleasure he made during sex...It meant you were doing him right, and you were learning to be even better to please both you and your sexy man.

"This my dick, Daddy?" you asked him.

"Yes, baby girl, it is, it's all yours." Roman hummed with satisfaction. You looked so fucking hot, slobbering all over his dick and giving it your undivided attention. His muscled hips bucked upwards to thrust in and out of your mouth. Pulling off your bonnet, he grabbed your hair and held you down on his cock, fucking your mouth over and over, at one point pushing himself so far down your throat that you made a startled sound of protest and popped him out of your mouth to glare at him.

"Hey! You tryna make me gag?" you warned.

Roman merely shrugged. "Damn right. I ain't apologizing, neither. Don't stop. Keep sucking me off."

"Asshole. You lucky I love you." You shifted your focus to his balls and used your lips to tug and pull each one while stroking his flesh pole at the same time. You could hear his gasps, feel him fidgeting, his fingers in your scalp, thanks to your ministrations. You were driving him crazy and you both knew it.

"Fuck, shit, your mouth feels so good on me, girl...you gon' make me come...Damn..."

Roman grunted deep and his big hand yanked you by your neck, shoving his dick back in your mouth where it belonged. With a firm push of your head, you swallowed him up again with a moan. Done with the games, your head bobbed up and down, dragging your lips along his cock in a tight seal, pumping him in your fist, working him into a frenzy.

"Baby, baby," Roman called for you, his balls growing tighter and tighter. Heat bloomed in his belly and his toes twisted. His fingers trembled in your hair as he erupted in your inviting mouth, emptying inside you for the umpteenth time in several hours. You caught every drop of his warm seed without making a mess. Releasing him, you opened your mouth to show him his morning nut.

"Damn, you got all of it," he moaned, taking your chin in his hand and inspecting your mouth. "Good girl. Swallow it and let Daddy see."

Obediently, you swallowed down his load, opening your empty mouth again as proof. Roman growled and crashed your lips together, savoring the tastes of you and him on your tongues. "My baby is such a good girl. Lay back down for me."

"Yes, Daddy." His dazed expression had you giggling while you moved around the bed for him, wiping the excess spit from your mouth. As soon as you were on your back, he pushed your legs up and out of the way. Grabbing the base of his dick, he wasted little time entering you again, holding himself up so that he could drop all this dick down in your pussy. You stared up at him, your lips parted almost in shock; he was so hard and so deep. You looked from his dick to his face again in a euphoric daze. He was rock-hard and digging into your wetness, the lewd sounds echoing around the bedroom. You went to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.

"Uh-uh, hands off my pussy. I warned you last night about touching this pussy without my consent." As punishment, he picked up the pace.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

His grin was wicked as he watched you push at his abs to no avail. "Haha, I ain't going nowhere, baby. Take this dick like you took it last night. I ain't pulling out neither, you know Daddy don't like to pull out. Now hold your legs up for me."

Before you knew it, you found yourself clasping your calves and rearing your legs further back, allowing him to have his wicked way with you. You were trapped beneath him with nowhere to run, just how he liked it. He rocked that big ol' dick into you, grinding his hips in the most artful way, his body rolling, ebbing, flowing, plunging, making you feel every inch and making you fall in love with him all over again.

And to think, people called missionary boring. The man you were fucking made sure no position was boring. Not many women were as lucky as you were, to have a passionate, attentive partner who knew exactly how to please you.

"You fuck me so good, baby," you praised him, your voice a high-pitched, breathless mewl. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”

"Uh huh, you’re making a mess on my cock. I love it. You know I love taking care of my girl and my pussy," he answered, leaning down for a tender kiss.

"You always take good care of me, Daddy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, my sweet girl." Your affirmations seemed to turn him into an animal, as his thrusts became harder, deeper, rougher, the big bed rocking from his forceful movements. He could see your grip on your legs slipping so he grabbed them for you, pinning them down to the bed by the back of your knees. Your toes curled in the air as he kept up his electrifying strokes. The heat you felt creeping up was so strong that you shut your eyes tightly in anticipation. A flood of warm liquid gushed out of you and all over his already creamy dick, making you both moan out loud. When he slipped out of you, you shivered, and then just about fainted when he crept downwards and put his mouth back over you.

"Unnnhhh shiiiit..." you breathed, as he slowly worked his tongue in and around that sweet spot he had since mastered, slurping up your cum juice. You squirmed and squealed helplessly, tears springing to your eyes as another delicious climax built up inside you. Your head fell back onto the bed, incapable of doing any other thing except moan and cry. Too spent to scream, you could only make strangled sobs as another orgasm wracked your body yet again.

When he glided his dick back inside your now sensitive cunt, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Roman groaned as you tightened around him, your walls suckling him inch by inch. Bracing himself up with his powerful arms, he nudged your legs up onto his broad shoulders, giving you the perfect view of your pussy taking all his big dick. You turned your head every which way, your weakened body bouncing from the moderate pace of his thrusts. Roman chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his deep, raspy laugh almost taunting.

"Aww, you don't wanna look at me, beautiful? Can't handle how good this dick is?" he teased, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before swiveling his hips around and around, burying himself inside you. "Mmm, you like this, don’t ya? I can tell you like it. You're squeezin' the shit outta my dick. Bet you're feeling real good right now..."

More than good. You were as wet as a waterfall and floating high as a kite right now. Your head arched back into the pillows as he kept putting that dick in your stomach, your voice now hoarse from all your moans and cries. Roman brought his face closer and reacquainted his tongue with yours, absorbing your moan as you tasted yourself in his mouth. In turn, you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Through the haze of passion, you honed in on the sounds of pleasure he was making, the relentless steadiness of his strokes, driving into you with enough momentum to sink you into the sheets.

"God, your pussy is incredible, baby," he murmured under his breath between heated kisses. "Goddamn...I'm 'bout to fill that pussy up, put a damn baby in you."

The waves of searing pleasure rolled outward from where your bodies connected. Roman felt the pull as his balls tightened, inducing him to fuck you harder, faster. You could feel it too, and you reached behind him to rake your nails down his lower back, desperate to end this before you lost control of all your senses and capacities. That small slice of pain was enough to push the Tribal Chief over the edge, your name grinding past his lips as he spasmed inside you. He forced himself as deep as he could down your pussy, emptying his cum in you. Your muscles clenched around him, milking every drop, pulse after pulse of almost painful pleasure mixing with the roaring in his ears. The twitching of his dick ignited another shockwave through your whole body, making you tremble one last time in his arms in a spine-tingling, bone-melting orgasm of your own. 

When it was all over, you crawled away from him, lying spread-eagled, gasping for air, your hair a mess. He lay sprawled beside you, gently tracing the love marks he left on your backside and hips. You were too tired to even turn your head, so you missed the victorious smile on his face as he surveyed the 'damage' he caused.

"You good, baby?" he asked you, his fingers massaging your waist in small soothing circles.

There was a faraway look in your eyes. You felt woozy, your body weak and sore from pleasure. You did not mince your words when delivering your assessment. "You a damn demon."

The twinkle in his eye was just as devilish. "And you love it," he replied with a confident smile, "Am I right, sweetheart?"

Fuck. This man was indeed going to be the death of you. "You know you are," you said softly. Craning your head to check the time on your phone charging on the nightstand, you kissed your teeth tiredly. "I'm gonna be so late."

"I thought I said you should call in sick. Here, let me do it for you." He picked up his phone and searched for a contact. You spied the name he was calling and had to fight back a smile.

"I should never have given you my boss' number," you griped, albeit good-naturedly.

"Come on. He loves ya boy," he chortled. He was right, your boss George was a huge wrestling fan and worshipped the ground Roman walked on. You half-listened to their conversation, holding back a giggle at the serious professional tone your man was using. Severe food poisoning, he said grimly, that it did not look good, and he was taking you to the hospital shortly. He put his phone away with aplomb. "See? Done. I told you Daddy always takes care of his baby girl," he said proudly. "Now we can stay in bed all day and eat more cake, among...other things."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you would have laughed if you weren't so exhausted. Thank God you didn't have to get up anymore. You allowed him to wrap his big arms around you, and you snuggled into him, letting him envelop you in the loving protective way he always did. A happy sigh left your lips as you felt his own press against your temple, whispering words of love to you, permitting you to fade back to sleep, completely and utterly satisfied.

THE END

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Thoughts?  The Bloodline may be falling apart but our smut will never die, lol.

Please leave comments. I love comments!

Banner made by me. Roman gif by @harmshake​. Credit to owners of the other pics and gifs.

[sgcairo]

You dare post about Mamatore and not write her finding out about Anastasiy or Pants? Or even just interacting with them?

Anyways the mention of her "love potions" reminded me of Baba Anujka, who would sell people Magical Water/Potions to people to help solve their marital, financial and other problems, but, unsuprisingly, it was laced with poison. I don't know much about her apart from the fact that she's probably one of the most prolific serial killers of former Yugoslavia.

From this post!

I do dare, but only because I'm coming back right now with a BIGGER, better post about all the wholesome dynamics here!

(I will write that fic eventually, I need to get through all my new projects beforehand)

I did mention previously that Pantalone does meet her, however I never specified what he did or what she thinks of him. You see, there's a reason Pantalone is known as a charmer, and flattering Dottore's mother is a piece of cake. She knows she's not getting any younger, but having a handsome spry man like Pantalone telling her that she's as beautiful as the flowers she plants over the bodies buried in her garden? Oh, she's absolutely flattered, she can't help but invite him inside for tea, it's only polite... His complements are nice, and she hasn't had company in a while anyhow.

Pantalone, on the other hand, finds it interesting how similar Dottore and his mother are. She's as eccentric as he is, if not more so, and the two have a tendency to go on tangents about things they're passionate about. She in particular goes on about burials and ways to taxidermy bodies, her title was 'The Undertaker' for a reason. She's long since quit the business, but she often has the craving to get her hands wet, and spares no details about carving up bodies and stuffing them.

I did take a little creative liberty with Dottore's family name in this case, but I think that Haeresys would fit them nicely, definitely not a red flag that they're named "sect of heresy". And yes, Zandik also means heresy, to push the point that his mother might have more than a few screws loose (naming your kid Heresy x2 is weirdly funny). But hey, he lived up to his name, and she's very proud.

It's also very sweet (in a morbid way) to think that Dottore named one of his experimenting arenas after her. He still hasn't told her, it's a surprise, but he knows she'd enjoy watching the carnage. It was originally a birthday present, but things in Mondstadt got messy... he'll take her there one day, though. When she first meets Pantalone, she introduces herself and Pantalone has an 'oh, that's why Dottore named that one project a long time ago a really weird name' moment. He then proceeds to question why the fuck Dottore would name his torture dungeon after his mother, until she shows him the taxidermy of her husband in the living room.

Yes, you heard that right. She taxidermied her husband. Why? It's what he would've wanted, besides, he did take the plunge off the deep end after a while, it was only a matter of time before he kicked the bucket.

As for her relationship with Anastasiy, she's the most doting grandmother on the planet, always making his favorite food and giving him a heap of new clothes whenever he comes to visit. He's not very fond of burying bodies or committing several felonies, but he is very polite and sweet, so sewing with him by the fire has become one of her favorite activities. His fascination with ruin guards is also very endearing, and it reminds her so much of when Dottore was younger. He had the same toothy smile, but even so, she really hasn't put it together that he's not Pantalone and Dottore's actual kid yet. Poor Dottore gets surprised by the demand for baby pictures, which he does not have, and proceeds to make up a lame excuse that they got burned in a lab fire.

Anastasiy also brings her his smaller ruin creations when they visit, he even tinkered with a drone to hold her tools and help her with the gardening she's so fond of. It still hovers around the garden holding a small spade, waiting to attack any tricky pests that come to dig up his grandmama's carrots.

I did also base her off of Baba Anujka, I'm surprised you caught that part! Her poison business is a little side gig to keep the money coming, and she's grown good at hiding it. Her husband didn't suspect a thing, Dottore only catches it every once in a blue moon. They laugh it off, of course, it takes more than a few drops of poison to kill a Haeresys, though he's made it clear that if she poisons Pantalone, they'll have problems...

[wkemeup]

Losing Riley

summary: Before she met Bucky, Y/n’s world was shattered. Sam was the common thread that helped her pick up the pieces again.  pairings: riley x reader, hinted future bucky x reader warnings: character death, grief  🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

You woke to cold sheets. A hand slid over to the left side of an empty bed and your heart clenched. The startling realization settled in each morning as the distant glow of the sunrise peered through the curtains – Riley was still an ocean away and you were still emphatically alone. 

But you were determined to make the most of the day, even if Riley wasn’t there to spend it with you. It was his mother’s birthday whether he was stateside or not and you were insistent not to let the ocean waters sweep you under in his absence. So, you pressed on a smile and dragged your feet to the bathroom to tame your hair and dry your eyes. His family would be expecting you and one of your homemade cakes by the evening.  

You dared a glance at yourself in the mirror, clad only in the US Air Force t-shirt Riley had left behind. It was rich in army green color and the logo stood bright against your chest. You wondered how much wear the shirt could handle before it started to fade. It had lost Riley’s scent after you’d worn it for a week straight, the lingering glimpses of his presence dimming night by night. You could only hope it wouldn’t shrink in the wash.  

You spent the day perfecting the cake his parents had grown to crave; three-tiered and coated in layers of chocolate frosting. Billy Joel sang on the radio and you mumbled your way through the verses of We Didn’t Start the Fire to distract yourself from imagining Riley seated at the countertop, watching you with love struck smirk on his face and a dab of frosting at the corner of his lips. The book on the counter held a gentle layer of flour on the pages. It kept you company until the timer rang.  

The dress you wore was one you’d purchased with the intent to wear for a date night when Riley came home after his first tour. Though it was red in color, it was not striking or bold – instead, it was soft, almost muted, and it carried a sort of gentle effervescence to it. Modest but charming. You’d hoped it would make him smile. You hadn’t counted on how the war stealing his ability to do so.  

It was the first time you wore the dress since you bought it. Maybe you’d ask his mother to take a picture of you with the cake to send to him. He might like that. He seemed to be himself more when he was away than when he was home in your arms these days.  

You had the cab drop you at the end of the driveway. It was long enough to catch the glow of Christmas lights still draped around the trees outside and hidden under layers of snow, despite the fact that it was well into January. The suburbs were so quiet compared to the city; you’d forgotten how much you enjoyed spending time at his parent’s house. They’d welcomed you to their table, even in the months Riley was overseas. It was a burden you shared together – to be left behind.  

You’d only made it halfway up the driveway when you noticed the two men standing at the porch. They were dressed in formal uniforms, white hats held down by their hearts. You hadn’t realized you’d stopped moving until the snow started to soak into your shoes. It piled on the pointed toes of your heels.  

Riley’s mother stood in the open-door way, a vacant look upon her face. Her husband was at her side, shaking his head as he struggled to grab onto his wife before she let out a wail that echoed so painfully, birds scattered from nearby trees.  

Her knees gave way from under her as she fell to the ground in sobs. The two men in uniform did their best to comfort her, only to be shoved away. They stood back and watched a mother grieve her only son at a respectful distance. 

“Y/n?” 

Your hands were shaking. The cake tray had slipped from your fingers and fell into the snow. A mess of sweet chocolate amongst pavement and ice. The voice called your name again, concerned, frantic, and you could only vaguely make out a blurred figure racing towards you.  

Everything around you tunneled, your knees weakening as you struggled to fight against the ice under your heels and the weight suddenly barreling down on your shoulders. All you could hear was the screams of Riley’s mother as she held onto her husband, unable to move from the comfort of the ground.  

“Y/n, come with me,” the voice eased and you looked up to find Sam Wilson standing a few paces ahead of you dressed in his formal Air Force blues, gold wings on his shoulder and a series of colorful pins on his left breast. He held out a hand to you. 

“Let’s go inside, okay?” he tried again but you shook your head, eyes darting back to Riley’s mother.  

You tried to take in another breath but found it shallow, as if your lungs had collapsed beside your heart in mutual surrender.  

“You’re having a panic attack,” Sam told you calmly. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Focus on my voice.” 

You nodded quickly, tears burning in your eyes, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the shattered remains in your chest or the light headedness pulling your vision under. Sam bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. 

“Here. Feel this,” he ordered evenly, placing the snow in your bare hand. He stepped back, shaking out his gloves. “It’s cold, right?” 

Yes, you tried to say though the word didn’t quite leave your lips. It stung, but there was a comfort in it. You watched as it melted in your palm, your skin burning from where it had been.  

“Smells like Christmas trees out here, doesn’t it?” Sam added, taking in a deep breath. He smiled. “Reminds me of the tree farms I used to go to with my dad every year growing up.” 

You followed his lead, taking in as much of a breath as your body would allow. He was right, it did smell like pines. Riley’s family planted a few along their property line because his mother loved Christmas so much. It smelled like Fraser and Balsam Fir all year round.  

You concentrated on the smell of the trees, the chocolate that had scattered into the snow in clumps of frosting and cake; the sound of Sam’s voice, of Riley’s mother’s cries; the feel of the chill on your skin and the snow in your hand. You focused until you could draw in a full breath enough to make sense of the destruction around you. 

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” you asked, voice trembling on the verge of tears.  

Sam’s shoulders fell, a terrible longing pressed over his features. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 

Despite your efforts, your knees buckled in mirror to Riley’s mother. Sam caught you before you could hit the ground, his arms encasing around you as your body fought the violent tremors shaking through you. You cried against his jacket, as the snow built upon your shoulders and wet your hair. You cried until there was little else your body could give. 

*** 

You barely remembered the funeral.  

A folded flag had been placed in the lap of Riley’s mother as she sobbed. A casket had been lowered into the ground. Guns fired in salute and you flinched at each one as they echoed against the stormy grey skies. Sam held your hand through the entire ceremony, squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark when it looked like you were teetering on the edge of an endless void. He stayed on your couch that night and pretended not to hear as you cried yourself to sleep. 

There was an emptiness that took hold of you when Riley left for his first tour, but there was still a lingering hope. You’d managed to hold onto the image of a man at war and his woman waiting for him to return. He wrote often and you kept each letter in a shoe box under the bed. It was a script of a movie you’d learned to follow – the scraps of love you could grasp from the shores of the Atlantic.  

When he came home, he was hollow. He wasn’t the man you’d kissed goodbye with a cheesy, hopeful grin on his face. He’d lost the spark behind his eye and the glow in his skin. He became withdrawn and angry; lashing out when you reached to him with an anchor in your hand as if he favored the unforgiving currents pulling him under.  

The time you spent with him before he left again hurt worse than when he was gone. He longed for the sky like a bird with a broken wing. It was within reach, so close and so impossibly far from his grasp. He pushed you away, convinced you would never understand the resentment he carried towards civilian life and the utter inability to conform to it.  

Perhaps he was right. You’d shouted it yourself one night until you were both hoarse and in tears. You would never understand, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try, that you didn’t love him any less.  

You’d seen the way the war had hurt him. It shoved nightmares to his dreams and panic in his veins. It made him hypervigilant and paranoid. It isolated him from his friends and family. It made him feel like a monster in the skin of a man, pretending to be someone he wasn’t; smiling through aching muscles as if he were a portrait hanging in a museum.  

He pretended to be fine. He pretended to try. He never was.  

It didn’t surprise you the day he told you he was going back.  

Still – you begged. Despite the tears, the months of heartache and panic attacks and night terrors, you were desperate for him to stay. You were desperate to rebuild what the war had broken between you. You loved him and it wasn’t enough.  

After he left, you tried to pretend as he did – that everything was fine, that you didn’t feel an ache in your chest at the thought of him, that you were a woman waiting on your soldier to return home.  

He was more himself when he called. He became the Riley you remembered in the beginning; full of hope and eager to prove himself. He smiled often and laughed as his friends teased him for the blush in his cheeks when you appeared on the screen. It was those moments that encouraged you to hang on, that reminded you why he was worth the pain and heartache.  

Those moments gave you hope that this time would be different. When Riley came home, the two of you would be just fine. The soldier and his girl.  

Always optimistic. Always sunny. Always finding silver linings. 

You should have known better than that.  

*** 

Mrs. Jefferson was surprised the day you showed up at work dressed in shades of grey and black, returning the piles of books you had yet to read.  

“You should go home, dear,” she eased, slipping the glasses from the bridge of her nose to rest on the beads against her chest. “It’s too soon for you to be at work.” 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. You didn’t put much effort into the lie but you couldn’t stand to be in your apartment another second longer. It was too quiet, too empty. You’d never lived with Riley but his things were scattered around your place. The Air Force shirt sat crumbled at the foot of your bed.  

“Honey, you forget that I know what you are going through,” Mrs. Jefferson sighed, placing a trembling hand over yours. You paused. “Be patient with yourself. Have kindness for the man you lost. You’ll see the sun again, my dear. I promise.” 

You didn’t know whether it was the tenderness in her words or the way her aged hand curled around yours that broke you. Tears blurred over your eyes and you sank into her embrace as she drew circles against your spine. If the visitors noticed your grief, they did not say anything. For that, you were grateful.  

*** 

It took time before you could think of Riley without crying. Months, maybe, but it was progress. Sam stopped by daily in the beginning, showing up with coffee and donuts from Luciana’s and forcing you to get out of bed just to open the door for him before he woke the neighbors. You’d come to expect him and started to ready yourself before he arrived.  

He swung by after work some days with takeout and some weekends he dragged you to his friend Steve’s house where they watched football and you filled your stomach with nachos and buffalo chicken dip.  

He taught you to smile again despite yourself because Sam was infectious no matter how deep the void you’d caged yourself in. It was impossible not to return his smile, impossible not to try for a man who so genuinely wanted you to succeed. He was Riley’s partner and he knew Riley on a level not even you had seen. Sam grieved different than you did, but he grieved nonetheless. It was something you shared in. Something you overcame together, too.  

The day he brought you to the VA, you’d dragged your feet the whole way.  

“Trust me, kid,” Sam urged, yanking your hand along the sidewalk, but you planted your feet. Sam rolled his eyes. “Do it for Riley.” 

Your jaw dropped, though Sam started to smirk. “Don’t evoke Riley’s name to guilt me into working for the people who took him from us, Sam!”  

“I’m guilting you into volunteering. Let’s make that clear,” Sam retorted. “I’m not paying you shit.” 

You laughed despite the frown on your face.  

“Second, these guys aren’t the big shots who sit in their cozy offices while our boots on the ground see the real fight,” Sam said, squeezing your hand. He wasn’t teasing anymore. His smile was genuine as his features softened, a sad sort of memory on his mind. “They’re guys like Riley, Y/n. Guys who could use the help he should have had.” 

Your lips parted, unable to come up with an excuse to say next. You thought of Riley curled up on the floor with his hands pressed over his ears as fireworks lit up the sky on New Year’s Eve. You thought of the dark circles under his eyes from sleepless dreams and the toll it took on your relationship. You thought of the shame he felt for pushing you away, for being unable to stop himself from hurting you, too.  

You shook your head. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that, Sam.” 

“Just come with me to the open house,” Sam tried, tugging on your hand and this time, you let him drag you a few steps. “If it’s too much, I won’t push it again...” he bit his lip, “until next year.” 

“Fine!” you laughed, falling in stride with him as he fist pumped the air in victory. “I don’t know how Riley put up with you for so long.” 

“With much reluctance,” Sam snickered. 

It felt nice to be able to talk about Riley without it hurting. It still ached, but it was a pleasant ache – like maybe remembering him didn’t have to be a bad thing, like maybe it could bring you a little joy, too.  

Sam brought you into his office first to draw you away from the crowds. It gave you a chance to take off your coat and ease yourself into the surroundings before Sam inevitably threw a handful of strangers on you with terrible stories and sad faces to convince you to stay.  

“I just gotta find a file for Steve and we can head out to the main room, alright?”  

You nodded, taking the time to look around Sam’s office. It wasn’t anything like you’d pictured it to be. You’d expected it to be in chaos – disorganized, with papers stacked high on the desk and a basketball hoop hanging over the trash bin – but it was rather professional. He had awards framed on the wall, metals encased in glass. File cabinets labeled and not a pen out of place.  

But it was the photo sitting on his desk that drew your attention. You picked it up, recognizing Sam at the center in his Air Force uniform and a younger, more doe-eyed Steve Rogers who stood beside him dressed in army greens. But there was a third man hanging off Sam’s left shoulder you didn’t know. 

He was handsome. Smile bright enough to rival even that of Sam’s. With short, brown hair and eyes as blue as you’d ever seen, you wondered whether his face might be one you’d see out in the crowd of veterans gathered in the lobby.  

“That’s Bucky,” Sam grinned, pointing to the man in the photo. “He’s still out on tour.” 

You handed Sam the picture, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, and he seemed to enjoy how flustered you were.  

“He’s scheduled to be home next year though,” Sam added, studying for your reaction. “I’ll see if I can get him to swing by if... you know... you’re volunteering here.”  

You glared at Sam until he broke into laughter.  

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the regulars,” Sam grinned, grabbing your hand and dragging you out into the crowd in the lobby.  

You knew before Steve’s presentation on the services at the VA even began that Sam had tied your heart with string to this building and the people in it. You saw Riley’s face in everyone who shook your hand – from the petite, red headed woman with a questionable background and kind eyes to the son of a billionaire who had joined the Air Force in rebellion and found he rather liked being just ‘one of the guys.’ 

It was as if you could feel a hand on your back, urging you forward, into the arms of these people and the compassion they could give to you. You wondered if Sam knew that it would be as much a kindness to you as you could be for them, to be able to give your time to this place. Ideas began to spring in your mind of how you could bring your love of books to your work here and how much you’d missed reading yourself. 

Maybe this place could heal you, too.  

It took a single glance from Sam across the room to know he’d convinced you. He smiled, raising a glass of cheap red wine, and nodded. It was the first time in months you’d felt a glimmer of hope, a reason to be excited, a possibility for good amongst the broken.  

You clung onto it with everything you had.  

[seok-jinnies]

one | myg

min yoongi x reader, jeon jungkook x reader ;

angst, light fluff ; wc : ~2.6k

warnings: some swearing

in all his years of existing, min yoongi doesn’t think he has ever loved someone as much as he loves you. after all, he knows, deep in his soul, that you’re the one for him.

however, jeon jeongguk also thinks that you are the one for him, so yoongi might have more than a few problems with that.

Just like that, Yoongi thinks, you’re slipping through his fingers once again. He wants to throw up. Or pass out. Or straight up die. One of the three would be preferable.  

He hadn’t meant to overhear… he had just wanted to come see you. Maybe surprise you with burgers from your favorite diner two blocks away. You had mentioned that you weren’t feeling well at all, and that you were in dire need of a pick me up. Yoongi doesn’t know why he immediately hauled ass to that diner you loved so much just to get you a burger and some fries, especially when you had a boyfriend who could do it for you.

Said boyfriend went by the name of Jeon Jeongguk, an irritating photographer who happened to have a knack for literally everything in the world. It’s almost a bit unfair, how good he was at everything, but at least he treated you well, so at least there was that.

On second thought, it wasn’t just a bit unfair, it was really fucking unfair. Jeongguk had loved you for what? Two, three years? And here he was, living the life of Yoongi’s dreams. Waking up with you, making breakfast with you, just being with you in general. Yoongi almost wants to cry at the thought.

Going back to the matter at hand, Yoongi recalls with startling clarity the moment he had heard Jeongguk’s voice. He was just about to round the corner to yours and Jeongguk’s shared apartment when he heard it. 

“...listen, she can’t know, alright? Whatever happens, (Y/N) cannot find out.” Jeongguk’s voice was hushed, and warning flags were raising at the back of Yoongi’s mind. Was he cheating on you? Pissed, he stopped in his tracks, listening intently. 

“...what?” Jeongguk continues. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve got the ring ready. Am I…? Of course I am. I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s the one, hyung. She’s the one.”

Oh, Yoongi thinks. Oh.

The burger and fries are left on the stairwell.

-

The first time Min Yoongi meets you is on his birthday. Winter was on its last breaths, and he was grateful. No one told him that twenty-five was the age when all your joints started to ache like a grandpa, and he hated it severely. The cold wasn’t helping him much with joint pain either.

It was snowing too, so Yoongi had to make sure to actually wear a coat. It looked like his days of wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans out in the snow were long gone.

There was nothing special about the day he met you. Perhaps, it was so that you could stand out even more. Not that you needed help standing out; you were already breathtaking on your own. With cosmic assistance? You were absolutely lethal.

He had a camera that day, if only to humor his friend, Jimin, who was devastated that he was spending his birthday alone. You have to at least take pictures, okay? He had insisted through a very static-y phone call the night before. Prove to me that you went out for your birthday. Treat yo self! Jimin squealed. Yoongi had to pull his headphones off at that.

You were sitting on a bench, talking on the phone. You were laughing, and for one cliche moment, Yoongi’s heart stopped. Maybe it was the sunlight hitting you just right, or maybe it was your (frankly contagious) laughter, but he was pretty sure you were almost too pretty to exist. 

His hands moved before he could think too much of it, and before he knew it he had taken a picture of you.

There was no sign that you had noticed, and Yoongi almost felt ashamed at the action. He decided to approach you, show you the picture and then ask if he could keep it. However, you stood up the moment he took a step forward. You left, never to be seen again.

Well, not really.

You were a friend of a friend who then introduced the two of you to each other. He was overjoyed of course, but as much as Yoongi wanted to convince himself that it had nothing to do with how pretty you were and everything to do with showing you the picture, it was definitely because he was so smitten with you that he actually forgot his name when you introduced yourself.

(And that day, Yoongi decided that it was love at first sight. Or second. Whatever. He was in love, anyways.)

-

It’s at your birthday party when he decides. He’s going to tell you. He’s going to confess.

Maybe not now, not tonight, but someday.

You look stunning, he decides. You were wearing this red off-shoulder dress which fell to your knees, and some heels which Yoongi knew must be hell on earth for you. You never did like heels.

Your apartment was filled with your friends, some from college and some from work, he deducts, as he meets eyes with a couple of strangers. He smiles awkwardly and turns back to his drink, searching for a familiar face when⁠—

“Yoongi!” You call out happily. The stiff excuse for a smile he had plastered on his face melted into something more genuine as he faced you. “Hello, flower.”

Your already rosy cheeks flush more from the endearment and Yoongi chuckles. He used to tease you about your love for plants and wanted to give you a nickname related to it. Unfortunately, calling you ‘cactus’ just didn’t have that air of lovesickness that he was aiming for, so ‘flower’ would have to do.

You pull him into a hug and he grumbles for a moment, pretending to hate it. You know that he loves hugs, though, and you just laugh and hold him tighter. He can only hope you can’t tell how hard his heart was pounding.

When you pull away, he misses your warmth almost immediately. “How are you?” You grin. “Enjoying the party so far?”

He lets out a small laugh. “You know, I should be the one asking you that, birthday girl. Although, I am surprised you went for a party this year instead of the usual dinner.”

“Actually…” you pause, smiling sheepishly. “I didn’t want a party either. Jeongguk just thought it would be nice since it could double as a little celebration for my promotion as well.”

Ah. The promotion. Yoongi remembers when you had just graduated college, desperately trying to get into the industry you wanted. You used to cry over every rejection email, but now…  You were doing great, and he couldn’t be more proud of you. Regardless, he grins at your admission.

“Knew it.” He teases, and you mock grumble at him before smiling again, looking away. Meanwhile, Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He could only pray that no one could tell he was giving you heart eyes.

“Babe!” Jeongguk’s voice cuts through the comfortable silence between you two. Yoongi can’t tell if it’s just his personal bias against the guy, but he was really fucking irritating. Add that to the fact that you used to call Yoongi ‘babe’ before Jeongguk started calling you that, and Yoongi was starting to get more than a little pissed. Another thing to add to the list of things Jeongguk had stolen from him.

But were you ever his to begin with? A voice in Yoongi’s mind whispers.

Shut up, he hisses back.

“Cake time!” Jeongguk calls out again, and you shoot Yoongi an apologetic grin as you leave his side and approach your golden retriever of a boyfriend.

People begin to gather around you as Jeongguk holds the cake for you with the candles lit up. You’re grinning, and while Yoongi doesn’t sing along, he is staring at you with the most lovesick look in his eyes that he’s sure if anyone were to see him, they would know.

His mind begins to drift as he imagines a world where he’s the one holding your cake. Maybe you would smear some icing on his cheek after blowing the candles out. Would you two be the absolutely cheesy couple everyone pretended to hate but were actually jealous of? Maybe. And you know what, Yoongi would actually love that. He would⁠—

He hears Jeongguk say your name, and when he focuses, Jeongguk is down on one knee and his heart falls.

“...you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You don’t just make me a better person, you make me want to be a better person for me. For you. I wake up in the morning and I want to cry because I feel so goddamn lucky that you chose me. Out of all the people in this universe, you chose me. You saw me, and you took care of me, and you loved me. You gave me the world, (Y/N), but I want to give you the universe.” Jeongguk pauses, and even from a distance, Yoongi can see that the younger man has tears in his eyes.

So does Yoongi. His ears are ringing, and all he can do is watch as Jeongguk asks the million dollar question:

“(Y/N), will you marry me?”

SIlence, and then:

“Yes!”

His heart shatters into a million pieces.

-

Min Yoongi was a coward, that much he knew. 

After five years of loving you silently (and multiple times of flirting with each other), he was done. Time to move on. It’s been half a decade, and he was never sure if you felt the same way. Maybe you did, but he didn’t want to risk losing you.

So he did the thing most people would do after deciding to move on: get absolutely shitfaced at the nearest bar.

Truth be told, even now, three and a half years later, he did not remember what happened that night. He assumes he had a one night stand, if the woman he woke up to was any evidence. 

What he did not expect was you barging into his apartment, demanding to see him because you needed to tell him⁠—

What you wanted to tell him, Yoongi would never know, because when you asked if the girl in the bathroom was his girlfriend, he had the stupid idea to lie and tell you that yes, she is my girlfriend. Just made it official last night.

He was too damn proud of himself being able to “move on” from you to see you deflate. In a span of seconds, you went from excited to the verge of tears. When you heard the bathroom door open, you hurriedly excused yourself and booked it out of his apartment.

What Yoongi didn’t know was that you were going to confess.

But as you power walk out of his apartment complex, you come to the conclusion, that maybe, just maybe, he’s just not into you. And you were merely boo boo the fool.

After that, texts between you and Yoongi were sparse. You stopped hanging out. You stopped sending each other memes at three in the morning. You just stopped… seeing each other.

By the time Yoongi pulled his head out of his ass and sucked it up, it had been a year, and you had a sparkly new boyfriend named Jeon Jeongguk.

-

Yoongi decided that this was, quite possibly, the worst year of his life. Nothing like watching the love of your life get engaged to someone else, and then be forced to watch her marry someone else months afterwards to really rub the salt in.

But then again, you aren’t Mrs. Jeon. Yet, anyways, Yoongi thinks bitterly. In less than twenty four hours, he will truly have lost you, and this time, there’s no getting you back.

And so, like the genius that he was, he decides to call you. In the middle of the night. To the local park. Why? Honestly, Yoongi had no idea. He just wanted, needed to see you one last time.

When you arrive, the park is silent. You look adorable, Yoongi thinks fondly, but even that innocent thought was enough to make tears well up in his eyes. God, he was so in love with you it hurt.

“(Y/N),” he begins once you’re close enough to hear. “I need to tell you something⁠—”

“Yoongi,” you whisper. You look pained, he notes.”Don’t⁠—”

“Don’t what?” He cuts you off, scoffing. The tears begin to fall. “Don’t say it? You don’t want me to tell you about how I’ve been in love with you my whole life? You don’t want me to tell you how much I wish it was me you’re marrying tomorrow?” He wipes at his tears angrily. “What do you want me to do?” 

He breathes in raggedly, looking up to the sky in desperation. When he looks back at you, your heart breaks for him.

“Flower, I can’t.” He begs. “I can’t let you go. I can’t lose you. Not again. Please⁠—” A sob tears through his throat. “I love you.”

He feels your hands cup his face, wiping at the wetness on his skin. He’s almost grateful that he can’t see you through his tears, because he knows you’re crying too. He hated seeing you cry.

“Yoongi,” you say softly. “I love you too, but we can’t. We’ve been dancing around this for almost a decade, babe. Our time has passed, Yoongi⁠⁠.” Your hands have moved, one on his waist and another on the back of his neck. When he sees your tears, he finally breaks. He collapses into your arms, sobbing, grasping at you desperately. 

When you speak next, your voice is muffled as you comb through his hair with one hand and pull him closer with the other. “I will always love you, Yoongi. Always.” You say fiercely, surely, and Yoongi almost wants to believe you. “But I love Jeongguk too. He…” You pause, trying to find the right words. “He’s the one for me.” You admit, and Yoongi hates it so much because you were the one for him. 

The two of you slowly sink onto the ground, with your arms still around him as he cries. For losing you, for being too late, and for what could have been. His sobs echo in the empty park and you cry with him.

When his sobs die down and his breathing gets calmer, he pulls away from your embrace. When your arms fall to the sides, he moves closer to you, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes closed. “I love you,” he whispers, and he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. “I will always love you.”

When your eyes flutter open, his eyes meet yours. 

Around you, the snow begins to fall. 

“I…” You breathe out. “I should go. Jeongguk’s waiting for me at home.”

He nods slowly. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay. Get home safely.”

You nod and stand up, offering a hand. He shakes his head and stands up on his own.

No words are said.

You nod, and turn to leave. When your figure disappears into the night, Yoongi lets his tears fall once more.

“Goodbye, flower,” he whispers into the night. The wind blows.

I love you.

[speedylightpeach]

A Decade and a bit

*Trigger warnings*

*18+ content*

It’s been about 12 years since I met a guy and ended up pregnant. I wanna say it was a choice, but it most certainly was not on purpose. I remember finding out, and being so afraid he would leave; telling my mom the same, just to have her blow up at him. Funny because now, I look back, wishing he’d have left right then and there. For the next 11 years it was bound to be hell; and all I can think is, how did I do this to myself? How did I allow this all to happen to me? How was I too blind to know I deserved better? I don’t know but still to this day, it haunts me, and unfortunately 60% of the time, I still don't believe I deserve better. February 2010 my daughter was conceived, honestly I was so happy, excited even. I remember hearing her first heartbeat, he wasn't there. I remember walking home with the biggest smile on my face, and feeling so stupid at the same time, walking around with this big weird smile on my face. She was a blessing. In the very beginning I decided I would raise her right, and try my best to build her up and make her strong. My mom always put me down, told me I couldn’t do anything. Well, she, that’s another whole different fricking story. Being pregnant was amazing, feeling baby move and just patiently waiting. I got lucky and didn’t even have bad morning sickness or pains or anything. Months roll around and these little red flags popped up but for some reason I was blind to them till later. I guess I just can handle a lot of shit. 6 maybe 7 months pregnant and we were walking somewhere, and i remember him like pulling me along and rushing me, and I was just so pregnant that I was getting stitches and it hurt, but he didn’t care cuz we had somewhere to be. I don’t even remember where, but the red flags came more and more, and I ignored them all. Not wanting to feel like I was an ass for thinking he was being an ass. He was an ass, and it only got worse and maybe I was an ass too, I don't think I'm innocent here, maybe we are both victims. I remember the day my daughter was born. I remember staying in Edmonton at his dad’s, doing the waiting game. November 23 2011, at 4:30 am, I remember waking him up and telling him that I was counting my contractions and I thought it was time. Now, after previously wishing he’d have left at the very beginning, this here is the next moment I wish we’d have separated and never turned back. Okay and first I have to say, this wasn’t one of those pregnancies where u end up going into the hospital ten times and just unsure. I went in once, around my due date to get induced, a week later, here we are. he looks at me, half asleep, and says “okay, well you go, and call me from the hospital if it’s time.” I wish i had walked out the door and let him miss it, sure seems like he didn’t even wanna be there. I have heard a lot of pregnancy stories, and I for one, had it easy. I went in at 4:30 am and had her by noon, with no complications. And while in the state I was in I sure would have liked to sleep, but here I’m looking over and he’s sleeping on the cot. Not enduring this with me, sleeping up to the very last moment. Just feels like the majority of these moments I look back and he wasn’t there. I thought the first couple years were good with the three of us, but I keep remembering things. Within the first year and a half of having her, I remember getting into an fight, and I remember him throwing a chair and being so afraid every time he would come near me. I’m pretty passive, until someone comes at me all aggressive. Honestly, this isn’t even the worst. Well, I’m not going to lie, in the first year or two with my daughter I spent a lot of nights going out to the bar, and he was pretty good about staying home with her, I mean even if he was just gunna sit and play video games all night anyways. I loved the bar. I loved the music, the way I felt so free and so good. Unfortunately, it got out of control. Maybe it had been so long since I felt the sparks of someone just simply touching a shoulder. A touch that didn't make me cringe, and I will tell you, if it makes you

cringe, I swear to god, go with your gut. Anyways, so I ended up way to drunk, and I ended up making out with the wrong guy. I remember feeling so good but so bad. I have a pretty good conscience, so I came clean. And boy did I eat shit. Well deserved I know, I crossed a line, maybe broke him, I'm not sure. I have never been more sorry in my life. And from that day on I basically quit drinking, we split up, kind of. I wanted that attachment so at this point I was basically willing to do whatever it took to get him back. To get him to see that I could change and i could be better. After a few months of doing these things I absolutely hated doing, he left and called me name after name after name. Letting me in just enough to get the good feels, then shoving my down in the ditch to drown, because for all i knew, that's what i deserved after what i did. 6 months apart, he’s living in Edmonton with his brother, unfortunately his brother was quite a mess at times too. Couldn't hold up his end, the bills were too much and my ex, well he needed help. So, he finally decided to let me back in. I remember the day we drove to Edmonton, it was February 2014, it was still winter and the winds were so bad, my mom didn't even wanna drive. It was like sign after sign after sign. The winds were like 100km winds, semi’s were blowing off the roads, and yet, I went. It was fine for a while, the three of us all living in one room, until one night my ex is at work, and his brother gets wasted and just starts getting so mad, clearly I just don't deal with aggression well. My ex came home and we ended up having to leave cuz his brother was on house arrest. He lost his job too for leaving to deal with our family crisis. We ended up grabbing everything we could from this place, losing a lot because all we could take was what we could take on the train with us. We managed to find another place, again all three of us living in one room sharing a house with a few Filipino people, they were pretty cool. The fighting never dulled or stopped. It was always something. I remember once being shown a Facebook account, with a Latino name and being assured that i had a fake Facebook account. The only thing was, it wasn't me. I will tell you another thing, a really shitty feeling, is when you're defending yourself persistently for something you didn't even do. Being told over and over again that your wrong when you know you're right. Being told I cheated with someone I never had. The landlord ended up selling the place so we found some roommates to move in with, another couple who had kids. These people were, intense to say lightly. Some what the same though, She couldn't leave without being harassed to come back home and deal with the kids. At this point I couldn't even see my best friend, because she had guys with her. I remember her coming to town and asking me to go to Red’s or something, and it was just such a fight to let me go. Are there guys? He didn't want me to go, and i remember swearing up and down that it wasn't his fault that I wouldn't go. He eventually did let me go, but when i came home it was assumptions and accusations. Seems like after this point every time i left the house, to go to work, to anything, I always walked back in to assumptions and accusations. I remember getting phone calls at work, with him screaming at me, and my coworkers just looking at me like I'm fucked. I wish I knew why I put up with it all. At this point I've probably been solely providing for my family for at least 4 years, since he lost that job. It was so hard to make ends meet with 13 dollars an hour and i just wore myself out. Sadly those were the days, i would ask my boss if i could stay longer, just so I didn't have to go home. This is where things really took a turn, because it wasn't just things I was doing anymore. Now its things someone else is doing, some stranger logging into his games and apps with convenient names to harass and make him feel bad. Which, I don’t know, I still to this day see as coincidences. Maybe I was wrong for not supporting him, I

honestly didn't know how. After all the times, I honestly felt like I would be lying if I said I believed it, and I had no one to talk to. I had already lost touch with reality. One day, the fight got so bad, I will never forget this day, it severely haunts me, and I pray I never get treated this way again. I don't even remember what we were fighting about, but it was bad, there were things thrown everywhere, glass smashed all over the place, my favorite things all broken. I remember standing in the kitchen while he picked up the weeks worth of garbage in the can and dumped it on me, and called me trash. And people wonder why I have no self worth, because I dealt with shit like this for too long. I broke. After the trash it was bong water, all over my Chili Peppers shirt stained with resin for life. I remember this was close to my daughters birthday. I was making her a cake and he threw that everywhere. I still have the video of the way the house looked. Whore, cunt, bitch, stupid. I pray that no one ever gets put down in this way. And fuck me, I still went back to him. Still allowed him another chance for what I don't know. With my mom and my best friend telling to leave, I justified it. Relationships are hard they take work, but hun not this much. Her birthday comes and he sits in his room the whole day. I don't remember the fight after that, the only thing I do remember was my daughter and niece in the living room probably only 4 and5 and he picked up my PlayStation and just threw it flat down right in front of them, and they looked so scared. At this point I’m yelling at him to get the fuck out. Do something to me that's one thing, I can take it a lot better than those poor little kids, whom had done nothing. As he was walking up the stairs I said his name and he turned around. I punched him in the face, and that was the first time I had ever hit anyone in the face ever. Its weird, I get to a point where I've had enough but then I'm okay and decide I guess I can handle a little more I don't know maybe it will be better, they say things get better… they didn't. I think it was 2017 when he finally moved back to our old town. Not long after I followed, I guess I just couldn't give myself the time to find something better, someone better. Ended up moving back in with him. This time, was the last time. This argument was horrid. Not as bad as having bong water and garbage dumped on you, but words have a way of sticking in the brain. Another fight i don't remember at all what I did, but I remember sitting on the deck begging my friend to come get me, when he throws a bag of roast beef sandwich meat at me and says my cunt smells. This guy has torn me down in every way possible. I honestly don't even have a clue as to how to rebuild myself. I wanted to leave the meat behind on the bed, with a note “ For when you start to miss me” I wish I had, but I guess I just didn't want to sink that low. I didn't realize how low I was already sinking. When he wanted sex that was it, he was either gunna belittle me until I just laid there and took it or he’d go watch porn and grope me while I tried to ignore it all. Honestly this is my biggest pain. I never want to feel what that feels like ever again. Lets be clear, he never once actually hit me, before he had pushed the back of the rocking chair and basically thrown me out of it, and this last time, he put his hand on my face and he shoved me. And I don't know why, but that's when I really broke. I walked out that door and never came back. We tried to be friends later, but it was too hard. He would try to kiss me and honestly cringe, to having to turn away to block a kiss u don't want. I so nicely explained how hard we tried and that we just had to let go. Spent a few months doing a lot of molly together. Before I realized I was sinking again, this time to molly. She felt so good. Gave me that feeling I wanted. Peace in my heart. No worries. No anger. Nothing. Peace. Just over two years separated and I honestly hope he leaves our lives and doesn't come back. I am sorry, that he misses

out on his kid, but I cannot fathom the idea of her going through the same tragedies I have. Today, I have anxiety, severe depression, mostly likely BPD, 60% of the time I feel like I'm drowning, or wish I was. I cant work, I hate going out for fear of people thinking and seeing me the way he did. All of those things he said have shaped the way I see myself and its so sad. One day, I hope I find my worth. And you, remember to love yourself more than anything else. I didn’t and it destroyed me. I had all the chances in the world to turn my life around, don’t miss yours.

[uservillanelle]

Killing Eve ― 3x04 (Review)

Last episode was... something else for me. Episode 3 will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart because of Villaneve’s kiss and all that, but this episode. It has to be my favorite this season and if they keep up like that... not only will we have a PERFECT season, but it will be impossible for me to pick a favorite episode. I’ve watched it probably close to 10 times already and I’m not going to wait any longer. We have bunch of stuff to discuss! So let’s start!! (This will be a LONG review, so I apologize in advance lol!)

The Titles

It’s so interesting that they chose this season to experiment with episodes. Back in episode 2 we had the very first additional credits sequence which I, personally, liked a lot. However, maybe they didn’t like it as much? Since they didn’t use it anymore. I wonder why they haven’t placed the credits sequence in the premiere instead? It would still be unpredictable gesture, so I’m still wondering about it.

ANYWAYS! By titles, I meant the NAME titles this episode. The past two seasons we were used to having titles that indicate the names of PLACES e.g. RUSSIA, LONDON, TUSCANY ect. They are still doing that, in different way, the letters are smaller now and they use this interesting “blinds” effect that the letters appear and move like blinds would if we opened/closed them? Really nice touch, I must say. It’s something different, something we haven’t really seen before in the show. 

Now the names. I’ve read a couple of people saying something like “why the name titles? we obviously know who the person is? so what’s the point of that?!” I found that quite funny lol! I mean, YES, we know exactly who they are but that’s not the reason why they’re using those name titles. Name titles, in this case, are to show us WHO the show is focusing on for the time being. That also means that the normal sequence of events will be disrupted since there won’t be any scenes switching between different characters. For some reason I felt like something like this happened before but then I remembered that something like this was used in another show called Dare Me! That’s why it felt so familliar and Killing Eve is exploring that type of narrative and honestly, I dig it. Yeah, it might get confusing for some people, having to bounce back and forth between the timeline and the events, but it’s perfect for those of us who has a sharp eye for details. It’s for the viewers who analyse and put pieces together. It’s exactly what Eve is doing at the end of the day with all the kills, isn’t it? So thinking about it, makes it all even more fascinating. Damn. I’m REALLY falling for the show... aren’t I?

The titles makes it SOO much easier for me to write these reviews as they basically tell which character they are focusing on right now and that’s what I did in my reviews lmao! I’ll just follow the characters in the episode so I’m sure you guys will be able to catch up with me with no problems!

Niko

So... THE MUSTACHE IS GONE. 

I didn’t see it coming. The way they released all those trailers/sneak peeks featuring Niko made it seem like he was finally getting his fresh start and like, I had a feeling we might even get an episode fully focused on him and maybe Eve or something? So, that’s how well they mix things up. My mind, yet again, has been BLOWN. 

Before we talk about the elephant in the room, I just want to say that Niko was a good person. I might not have been a huge fan of him, but I felt IT. Speaking of fans, I think it’s normal to NOT like him because he is playing the boring husband type and obviously he stands between Villaneve. But other than that, he IS a good, ordinary person. It’s a fact and Eve knows it. Niko keeps Eve grounded, safe, STABLE. He is all those things she found boring before in season 1 and didn’t appreciate enough I feel, because she was too used to them as all of us are. 

He gets to play the part of a normal, ordinary man who got scared when he found out that his wife is chasing an assassin, who soon enough possibly murdered Eve’s colleague and a dear friend. Yet, it didn’t seem to slow Eve down nor did she notice any of the red flags in front of her face that straight up screamed DANGER. I think most of us would’ve reacted to things like that the way Niko did. Yes, we would’ve been a boring man/woman who the viewers hate, because they crave for danger and psychotic obssession filled with hatred and lust and a LOT of craziness. It’s what we crave now, watching the show and WAITING for Villaneve to happen. 

This morning I’ve been watching a few of reactions of the episode and I got to explore different perspectives of people reacting to the same thing. I love that. I want to know what other people see in things, you know? And so... one of the people made a point about KE writers killing off whoever they want, probably to surprise the viewers as they probably don’t know how else to drive the story. Meaning that Kenny or Niko didn’t have to die. But that’s the whole point... one thing is to claim that they are doing whatever they want with the show, but another is to actually COME UP with ideas for a decent, I mean.. not even decent, AN AMAZING plot that people would be shocked and amazed by at the same time. You can only go this far without having to touch any of the main characters, you know? There comes a time when you have to make big, serious choices in terms of the story and this season Suzanne is GOING FOR IT. Like I mentioned in my previous post here, the first two seasons were amazing, but it only NOW feels like things are getting real. Suzanne took over and she’s getting shit done. She’s taking this responsibility and making huge important choices that will shift the main plot AND Villaneve in certain direction and so far it’s going sooo smoothly and brilliantly. 

I mean, yes, Niko deserves to start over and have a nice life but the moment Villanelle found out about Eve... Niko’s fate was decided for him whether he liked it or not. And having him simply disappear from Eve’s life AND from the show as if nothing... I’d see it as waste of character’s potential. So instead of not having Niko around but have HIM affect the story in such a profound way, I think killing him off was a great idea. This way... his character gains so much more meaning and it helps to drive the main story forward, but most importantly it will change and affect Eve in ways we have never seen before. So, I think I’ve read somewhere that Owen McDonnell (Niko) wanted his character to go out with a bang, and he truly did. Yes, it was a very brutal, shocking death but it was definitely a very strong one.

Now, the soundtracks STRIKE yet again. I’m talking about Niko’s soundtrack, Dear Diary by The Moody Blues is soo well fitting for his character while showing him trying to start over with his life. It carries this... sort of bittersweet feeling, but at the same time it’s so... freeing? And the lyrics speak his story without Niko having to say anything at all. 

“ Woke up too late. Wasn't where I should have been For goodness sake, what's happening to me?” 

Yeah, he WOKE UP a bit too late and realized that the life he had wasn’t really for him anymore.

“So many people by the score Rushing around as senselessly They don't notice there's people like me”

And we basically see him drive through the town and watch people going with their lives and not really notice him for who he is now, for what he had to go through. Probably none of them had to go through so much trauma and had their lives in danger the way Niko has.

“If they weren't so blind, then surely they'd see There's a much better way for them to be”

Perfect description for Niko the previous two seasons. Now that he’s “woken up” I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought that way. Again, this show picks the soundtracks for a reason and I’m not sure if in first two seasons the songs described and spoke instead of characters, but this season they are really going for it. 

Eve

Oh boy, where do we start?

So... from now on Eve spends her nights at Bitter Pill office. I mean, after being shot by a crazy assassin girlfriend, who, found out where Eve’s living now, it’s more than understandable for her to NOT want to stay in her apartment any longer. But staying in the office is not the best idea either. I mean, she still can go back to her apartment to clean up and all that? Guess not this day. Which happens to be her BIRTHDAY. I was convinced that Villanelle sent her the cake of a bus was only to remind her off their mindblowing kiss, because let’s remember back in 1x04 Villanelle had just murdered Bill and threw a birthday party to Konstantin. And it wasn’t his birthday. Yes, she tried to get on his good side, but I really thought this would be yet another example of Villanelle’s behavior. Turns out.. it IS Eve’s birthday... and my mind is blown yet again. I NEED to know what day is her birthday. Like, seriously?! And.. Niko hasn’t messaged her despite it being her birthday. Like.. you two have huge issues still, but hello? It’s your wife’s birthday... or maybe he forgot? But here is Villanelle not forgetting about Eve’s special day... and the fact that it’s a goddamn bus... WE GET IT, VILLANELLE, YOU’RE A HOPELESS ROMANTIC.

Before the cake arrives, we have a scene of Eve cleaning up in the bathroom, checking out her bruise and then the moment with Bear. Everything made total sense. Eve brushing her teeth, smelling herself, probably aware that she’s in desperate need for a shower, then again smelling her hair until Bear points it out for her. Yes, SMELL is the reoccuring theme in Killing Eve. So that was alright. Everything was going smoothly UNTIL Bear spotted the UNDERWEAR. Now, I did some digging to find a confirmation that it indeed was underwear and not some random piece of clothing or whatever... and in one of the recaps online they did say it was underwear. My question is... WHY? Why did they include THAT specific bit? The fact that Eve needs a shower was established more than ONCE, out loud and through a solo scene in the bathroom. So it got me thinking... and by thinking, I almost immediately got an idea... If it’s still not clear for you, let me remind you just how the last episode ended... with Eve sitting on her bed listening to Villanelle’s recording with her eyes closed. And now... the underwear being spotted and throwin in a bin and all the smell? Okay, I’m so going to say it now. Eve masterbated while listening to Villanelle’s voice. Okay. To me it happened and the underwear bit is a confirmation of that. And if that’s not the case... please let me know because I NEED to know what the hell did that bit mean. But until someone does that... I already know what happened and I’m happy with it. 

Now the cake moment. So not only does Villanelle know where Eve’s apartment is but where she works?! This gurl is putting some EFFORT for her girlfriend and on top of that buying a very expensive cake which Eve threw off the rooftop moments later. The reason for that is.. Villanelle. Duh. I was completely mesmerized by that scene. Again, THE SOUNDTRACK. I love, love, LOVE this score that was playing during the scene. It’s probably another new addition to Unloved album, but if anyone has seen it somewhere or has a link, please let me know!! The lyrics do all the work in this scene too...

“Set me free”

It all started in season 1 episode 7 when Villanelle told Agniya that she’s free to go and do whatever she wanted to. She replied with “I don’t want to be free” so she was killed off. Now, Being FREE has been mentioned SEVERAL times this episode. Including the lyrics in the soundtrack AND Sandra Oh talking about Eve trying to FREE herself from the Twelve and basically from the life she has been living before. Such a huge theme for Killing Eve. What does it mean for Eve to be free? Is it the same thing as it is for Villanelle? Again, in the scene with the accountant’s wife, Bertha, Villanelle tells her “You’re free now. You can be whoever you want.” and the other replies only with “But.. I don’t want to be free”. What an iconic parallel. So, for Villanelle, being free is being alone, as it seems. And in this case Eve is desperately clinging to Niko because she, like Bertha, doesn’t want to be free. Or more like.. she THINKS she doesn’t want to be free. So all those small gifts coming from Villanelle including the cake tells Eve that she CAN be set free. And.. as we can see from how the episode eneded.. Eve is now finally FREE. 

She opens the box soo carefully, not knowing what to expect from Villanelle and then sees the cake. Immediatelly gets flashbacks to their moment in the bus and how they fought and most importantly, KISSED. And next thing you know... we see how a gush of air blows in her face with the sound of someones BREATH. The sound of it is soo familiar. We know exactly who it is. Villanelle, breathing in Eve’s face. And for a second she closes her eyes. Gives into it... into Villanelle but then something shifts, the struggle within her continues to take over and she grabs the cake once she gets emotional and throws it off the roof. Only to instantly regret it afterwards. The complexity of this scene and of Eve’s character is just.. on one hand she hates feeling like this now that she knows she has feelings for Villanelle, but on the other hand she likes it... she admits it and a part of her just wants to give in. We saw the same thing, only reversed feelings, in previous episode. She finally gave in and kissed Villanelle only to headbutt her right after, once she realized what she did and how WRONG it’s supposed to be. Here, she gives in for a moment.. closes her eyes and then realizes how fucked up that is and what a terrible person and WIFE she must be so she throws it off and THEN the feelings for Villanelle comes back... I just have to say.. I’M LOVING THIS! I hope that at the end of the season Eve WILL fully accept her feelings for Villanelle and become new version of herself, new version of Eve who is FREE. And I can’t wait to see what kind of person will independent Eve be like.

Next. Eve and Jamie. I’ve seen pictures of them in Jamie’s house and I did NOT like that atll. I still have a feeling something might happen between them and god, do I hope I’m wrong. But that scene as they were just chilling in his living room was so great for Eve because she needed someone to have this frank conversation with. She has been focusing on herself lately so much that she didn’t think other people did mistakes or terrible things like she did until Jamie proved her wrong. FINALLY we are getting some information about the dude. Even if it’s not pretty. At least it’s the truth. Eve really needed to hear it and especailly the ‘choices’ part. Someone had to remind her that SHE is in control of her own life and it all depends on the choices she makes at the end of the day. 

Speaking of choices, as soon as Eve gets a reply from Niko, she gets hopeful and goes even as far as to meet him. I appreciate that she is putting so much effort in trying to fix things between her and Niko, but at the same time I feel she’s only doing this for herself... meaning, that she doesn’t want to lose the person that keeps her somewhat SANE still and used to ground her. And in the middle of this, she gets so distracted with this thing with Niko, she doesn’t even realize that it’s not actually Niko who’s messaging her and really, I don’t blame her for not realizing it, I, myself, the first time watching didn’t catch the sight of Dasha in the beginning and yeah I was also played like Eve. But this is where I noticed a nice similarity/parallel between Eve and Villanelle. Eve’s all distracted with Niko and desperate to patch things up, she’s not realizing how someone else might be manipulating/using her. DASHA is doing exactly that. And she does the same thing with Villanelle at the same time. Now, Villanelle is all about family this season, whenever she hears about family, suddenly she’s distracted and the same is with power. I mean.. is she really that naive to trust Dasha again? It looks like Villanelle believes everything Dasha tells her, or almost everything. And so Dasha gets to manipulate her into doing what she wants her to do.

Gotta mention the teddy bear Eve found in one of Jamie’s rooms she’s staying at. Literally the previous night Villanelle sent her a teddy bear with recording and even here... at some strangers house she finds a teddy bear. Seems like she can’t get away from Villanelle no matter how much she tries. “What do you want from me?” She’s asking Villanelle because she clearly isn’t leaving her alone. 

The last scene with Eve witnessing Niko’s death... all I can say is GIVE SANDRA OH A GODDAMN EMMY ALREADY!!! Her seeing Niko suddenly being stabbed with a fucking pitchfork in the neck forced her to freeze and stare in terror and that chuckle of disbelief that followed afterwards.. as if saying “am I dreaming? Is this really happening? It can’t be” because Kenny JUST died... what are the fucking odds someone just stabbed Niko in front of her eyes?! I would lose my SHIT... and Sandra expressed it so beautifully... her slowly approaching the scene but then has that massive lump in her throat and she can’t breath and next second she’s losing her balance and falling to her knees in complete defeat and just stares at his body... powerless to do anything about it. This scene and the scene where Konstantin tells Villanelle that Eve is alive.. these two scenes HAVE to bring Jodie and Sandra EMMY’S because thats ART of acting and pure talent and I can’t imagine them NOT getting the awards they deserve. And they deserve EVERY single one. 

So there is literally NO ONE left for Eve. Bill’s long gone, Kenny as well, now Niko. I think that will be the last straw for Eve. I really don’t know how she will be able to come back from this or.. keep going. She’ll have to do it to avenge the people she loved. But she really has no one except Villanelle now. And I think.. yeah, Villanelle will also only have Eve when she’s done with her “family” and realizes that Konstantin/Dasha were playing her and Eve all over again. 

Konstantin

You’re in some DEEP shit, mister.

Question time. Why Konstantin went to visit Irina? What was the point of doing so? Was it only so he could ask about the German car that his wife’s boyfriend owns? Or was it purely on Irina’s part? Because the conversation they had proved once more that Konstantin is NOT fooling anyone. Everybody knows he’s working for himself. Eve pointed it out during Kenny’s funeral, then Villanelle with “You’re full of shit” and now Irina, paralleling Villanelle by saying “you’re full of shit” and walking off. This girl has grown so much and she’s soo mature already and smart and a fucking badass! I missed her. And by putting her father in his place she mentioned ending up “dead” .. you know what that sounds like to me? FORESHADOWING. It is exactly that, isn’t it? For Irina to straight up tell him his future if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing. And I guess he won’t stop.. or will he?

So... was it him who stole those 6 millions? I thought it was Sergei... but it kind of seemed like someone set him up. Was it Konstantin? Because when he went to visit Bertha and she mentioned about how her husband worked out who took the money... and Konstantin’s face during that scene... he is literally shitting his pants lol! That makes me believe he had something to do with this and he defintitely has... but what exactly did he do? And now that Bertha knows about the email and some information about it, Konstantin doesnt hesitate to reach out to Villanelle to ask her to get rid of the accountants wife only to save his own arse. Once again.

Next up: Konstantin’s relationship with his DAUGHTERS. Am I the only one who sees that Konstantin is treating Irina AND Villanelle the same way?! They basically have the same dynamic. Both Irina and Villanelle curse at Konstantin, have their small tantrums with him and can put him in his place. And both of them have already done so. And let’s not forget... the producers ALSO call Villanelle and Irina his DAUGHTERS so it’s confirmed. Everybody knows it. And recently I saw a BTS video of this latest episode about Konstantin and hearing Jodie then say “then there’s Konstantin’s REAL daughter” and then there’s dramatic close up on Villanelle LMAO! The jealousy and the way they edited it... damn. Okay, let’s just agree Villanelle is Konstantin’s daughter. 

Now, did he visit Geraldine?! Because when we saw Carolyn drive back home, she saw Konstantin walking from the same direction her place is located. And her daughter was home at the time... so did Geraldine lie about Konstantin not visiting her and being there or she didn’t even know when Konstantin sneaked inside? I’m getting really suspicious now.

Villanelle

GO AWAY, HICCUPS

Villanelle? Listening to MUSIC? What did I miss? Back in season 1 she was interested only in national anthems. Now she’s listening to other kind of music?! Music to me is EVERYTHING, it’s a massive escape, it’s something that helps me get through every day and it evokes FEELINGS. It is associated with feelings so much and what does it say about Villanelle? That she has FEELINGS. The layers are slowly being peeled off her as Oksana is coming out and I can’t wait for the next episode. I’ll write another small analysis/discussion about Oksana and Villanell soon as I feel this deserves a separate discussion.Going back to the topic of music, at the end of the episode Villanelle arrives HOME and is wearing headphones indicating that she probably was listening to music on her way there. I’m sensing BIG changes. Villanelle is truly progressing and developing and we are getting to witness it!

Okay. the part we all have been waiting for. THE HICCUPS. The very first time they start is EXACTLY after Konstantin mentions “FAMILY” Villanelle is really invested in her family now and was in previous episode so now knowing that Konstantin found them probaly quickened her breathing and she got nervous/excited. The hiccups are involuntary contractions. You can’t control it. And at the same time they tend to be constant. We have never seen Villanelle have them before. And they only start after she hears “FAMILY”. This reminds me of a scene in 1x02 where Konstantin tells Villanelle Eve’s name for the first time and then suddenly the champagne’s bottle pops. It’s a sign. And the hiccups seemed to stop for a short period of time, right until Bertha approaches Villanelle and tells her that she wants to be a FAMILY and hugs her. Seconds later hiccups come back. The concept of FAMILY must be very foreign to Villanelle. It’s something she never really had and so now learning about her family, something so unknown to her, is affecting her body. And the way I see it... the hiccups are like a constant reminder to her, that yes, she never had family and that she’s finally interested to find that family again. So the hiccups symbolize the LOSS of something she never had. In this case, her family. Because we see her get off the train at the end of the episode and she reaches out to touch her neck. This scene for me has so many different meanings it’s sooo fascinating? And one of the meanings, probably the main one, is that she reaches out to her neck once she realizes that hiccups are finally gone. And that is exactly when she’s back at HOME. Back where her FAMILY is. So it’s like... she’s no longer alone, the void from before has been filled because she found her family now. 

Now, the very first time I watched the episode and that last scene.. I was like “shit, did she, by any chance, feel Niko’s pain?!” I mean that’s IMPOSSIBLE. Because Niko has just been stabbed in the neck with pitchfork and yeah it just occured to me. But then... I realized that maybe it’s not Niko’s pain she’s feeling but EVE’S. We see Eve freeze and struggle to breathe and have lump in her throat and that’s when Villanelle stops having her hiccups and she has this MOMENT. Almost the same moment as Eve had when she felt Villanelle’s BREATH on her face.The connection thesr two have... I mean.. VILLANEVE IS ENDGAME, OKAY?!

We got a tiny problem now. Dasha FRAMED Villanelle. It got me thinking.. this is basically a betrayal. And could that mean.. that maybe Dasha did something similar to Villanelle in the past? Like, framed her with some kill? Could it be that huge thing that happened between the two of them? I hope we will find out at some point this season. And I mean.. the way Dasha killed Niko is NOT Villanelle’s style at all. Villanelle had PLENTY of chances to kill Niko herself and she didn’t because she knew well enough that if she hurts Niko, Eve will never forgive her for that. So she didn’t. But Eve doesn’t know that. She wasn’t a part of that conversation Villanelle had with Niko and Gemma. What Eve does know... is Villanelle’s handwriting. The iconic “Sorry Baby” should be a perfect example. Let’s not forget the postcard Villanelle sent to Eve in Amsterdam. Yes, Carolyn took it, but maybe... she’ll give it to Eve once she knows what happened? I mean there is NO way Eve will believe that crappy note is Villanelle’s. Not even her handwriting. Plus... if Villanelle wanted to kill Niko, I don’t think she would’ve done it in front of her eyes. And even if she did... I think she would have wanted Eve to SEE her do it. At the end of the day, Villanelle wants Eve to know about each and every kill she does. And Niko wouldn’t be an exception. She’d leave a PERSONAL note/message for Eve. What did Dasha leave?! “Still Got It”? Really bitch? Is that a note to Eve or Villanelle? If it’s to Villanelle... you just prepared your grave, Dasha. I can only imagine Eve finding out it was Dasha and ending up killing her to avenge her husband. And Villanelle being there to gladly assist her with everything she needs.

Carolyn

Never thought frog sounds could be this relaxing

She’s still dealing with Kenny’s death. In her own way. I mean, I understand Geraldine completely when she confronts her mom and basically tells her that she wants them to talk about Kenny’s death. If I was in her place, I would want to talk about it too. But Carolyn doesn’t seem to operate in that way. Plus, she dropped the line “there are things you don’t tell me, that are for quite different reasons” and she means it about Konstantin. She saw him leave her house. Geraldine said nothing about it. So... is she working with Konstantin now? What’s happening?

The dynamic between Carolyn and Konstantin though. Both of them are double agents and ready to betray one another at any given time despite knowing each other for YEARS. One minute they are working together as they were in season 2, then now Konstantin is doing his own thing, and even maaybe going behind Carolyn’s back with her own DAUGHTER?! I don’t believe this. I don’t think Geraldine knows about him visiting the house.. or does she?!

She comes back home, lies down and turns on frog sounds to relax herself while grabbing a pillow to press against her own face. Makes me wonder if she did it because she kept on repeating that she MISSES Kenny’s smell, but why would that pillow smell like him? So maybe she only wants to run away from the world and shut off by grabbing the pillow? Though for a moment or two I really got worried she might be suffocating herself lol! Careful with grief, Carolyn!

Dasha

The old hag of the hour. 

You fucked up, Dasha. BIG TIME. But before we get into the killing, I have to mention the scene where she meets the Lady of the Twelve. That’s what I will call her from now on. So, she’s either a keeper, or someone higher. I don’t think she is one of the Twelve, but she might be very close to them. Probably an assistant or something? Because she obviously has the power to HANDLE the HANDLERS. In this case, Dasha. I mean, I only saw her once and I already have the hotts for this lady, but she’s one of the bad guys and... WHEN DID THAT STOP ME BEFORE? I’m literally in love with a psychotic assassin LOL! 

Can I just point out the fact that the Twelve KNOW about VILLANEVE??? Apparently they have spies EVERYWHERE, like Eve said back in season 1 episode 3. “They are completely invisible and they could be literally everywhere”. That explains someone spotted Villanelle going around London, buying expensive ass perfume only to visit and fight with her girlfriend. And the Twelve know it. That’s a HUGE thing. They are treating it like a huge thing and they do not like Villanelle chasing Eve. That makes me think... so why would Konstantin let Villanelle know that Eve is alive if he is also working for the Twelve?! The same is with Carolyn and Eve!! Like?? Who is working for who now and who is betraying who?! I need explanations and QUICK!

Now Dasha proposing she can kill Eve... is this yet another foreshadowing moment? I know, the lady told her NOT to do it, but I have a feeling Dasha will try to hurt Eve at some point... and I hope Eve will be ready for it. As much as I would LOVE for Villanelle to save Eve.. I want Eve to handle Dasha by herself and take her revenge. I want dark!Eve at the end of this season. Am I asking for too much?! She already killed once. Might as well do it twice lol!

 So Dasha is supposed to “drive a wedge” between Eve and Villanelle. And when I realized Dasha stole Niko’s phone and was texting Eve to come to him... my first thought was “Okay, so is Dasha really trying to bring Eve and Niko back together?!?” But that is complete NONSENSE! I mean, I don’t think even a professional therapist will be able to bring them back together OR let alone recommend them to try to fix their marriage so how in the HELL would Dasha do it? It didn’t make sense.. but how else can she really fuck up Villaneve? Apprently by getting rid of Niko!! Dasha, sweetie... you ONLY BROUGHT THEM CLOSER BY ELIMINATING THE ONLY OBVIOUS OBSTACLE IN THEIR WAY!!! The hell was she thinking?! Does she really believe Eve will fall for her bullshit? Or does she expect Eve to find out it was HER and that’s when Dasha gets to kill Eve?! I don’t think she’s that smart. Either way... Dasha is done. I can totally see her dying this season, or possibly somehow magically escaping but I doubt it. Eve and Villanelle will deal with this bitch and it will be SOO delicious to watch them get their revenge.  

Overall Thoughts

JESUS. This was a LONG ass review. I honestly apologize, but if you reached this point, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! You’re all amazing for spending your time reading my nonsense lol! It’s just that this episode had soo many great things worth discussing and so many symbols and meanings that make the show so complex and fascinating and god... I could talk about it for hours. I probably spend around 3-4 hours writing this so yeah, the proof that I have a serious fixation lol! 

But like I said.. this episode is my favorite this season. Perfect. I can only imagine how great the next 4 episodes will be. Also, can’t believe we are already halfway into the season. It’s crazy how quick the time flies!

And as always, if you have any thoughts/reactions/predictions you’d like to share don’t be afraid to message me or drop in my askbox!! I’m always up for discussing things like that!! 

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Peek a Boo

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None🥰!

This was the first and last time you would be flying with just your three year old and no other help. From carrying him everywhere and trying to make sure you kept up with all of your belongings your body felt as if you had run a marathon. Luckily though, you only had to get through one more flight before you could finally rest in your bed and sleep for as long as you wanted.

Well, as long as your son permitted you to sleep that is.

You couldn’t complain too much though from how well behaved he was being. He didn’t cry on either flight you guys were on and busied himself with cartoons on your tablet, similar to how he was now sitting beside you.

“Do either of you need anything?,” the older flight attendant asks slightly leaning towards your direction.

“Um no I think we’re fine, thank you though.”

“You’re welcome! If you need anything just let me know,” she smiles before making her way down the aisle asking the other travelers the same.

“Mama, lo lo.” Lightly kicking his feet, he points towards the overhead compartment across the aisle.

“Ok sweetie, stay in your seat while I get your pillow,” you smile before getting up from your middle seat.

Waiting for you to retrieve his Paw Patrol pillow pet, he started to return his attention back to the episode in front of him. That is until he saw a plate of chocolate chip cookies a few seats ahead.

He knew he probably shouldn’t move, but it was his favorite cookie! What was he supposed to do, let it escape from his tiny fingers?

Removing his headphones and placing your tablet on your seat, he slides down from the blue cushion under him excitedly jogging to the white dish calling his name.

Wide smile spread across his chubby face, he takes the cookie closest to him before nibbling off a chocolate chip perfectly placed on the edge.

“That’s a good looking cookie you got there,” a male voice speaks making the toddler look up, the sugary snack still close to his mouth.

“You know, I had four cookies that looked just like that on this plate but it seems I’ve lost one. Do you know what happened to it?”

Shifting from one foot to the other, he shrugs before grinning as if he was Swiper the fox.

“Theo! I told you to stay in your seat love,” you try to whisper hurriedly picking up your son.

Now standing in front of you in his baseball cap, simple grey tee, and jeans, you immediately feel captured by the familiar blue eyes welcoming you to stay longer.

Shirt clinging to his muscles and bright smile making your heart melt, you couldn’t believe out of all the people in this world your son had to steal a cookie from him.

“Um I’m so sorry about this. We didn’t mean to disturb your flight.”

“No don’t apologize! You guys didn’t disturb me I was just watching a movie,” he lightly chuckles.

“Theo, did you take that from him? That’s not nice, remember you ask first,” you scold as he hangs his head holding out the uneaten half to the stranger. “What do you say?”

“Sowy...”

“Aww it’s ok Theo. Honestly I don’t need this many anyway so if it’s ok with your...um?”

“I’m his mom.”

“If it’s ok with your mom, how about you have another one?,” he smiles making Theo perk up looking towards you and hoping you’ll say yes.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take away from your food like that.”

“No I insist, and if you want one you can have one too.”

“Fank you!,” Theo grins with mouth full of the rest of his cookie as he picks up another one causing both you and the generous man to laugh.

“You’re welcome! How about you mom?” Turning his attention back to you, frantic butterflies returned to your stomach as you felt yourself get flustered. You didn’t want to take it, but seeing that you were starving and those travel peanuts were not doing the job, you accepted his offer hesitantly removing the cookie from the plate.

“Thank you, that was really nice of you Chris.”

“You’re welcome, and you’re a fan?”

“Yea but then again who isn’t?,” you reply making him shyly look down as he rubs the back of his neck, small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Ma’am you need to return to your section,” a male flight attendant speaks walking up to the three of you. “Sorry for the disturbance sir.”

“No it’s ok they’re with me,” Chris replies, both you and the flight attendant looking at him surprised.

“Very well, but you only have one empty seat next to you and you’ll need two for the both of them to stay.”

“I can just go back to my seat, plus all our stuff is there so I really shouldn’t leave it. Thanks again for everything though,” you softly smile turning to walk away.

Not wanting to leave his new friend, Theo lightly whines as he turns to wave at Chris, hands still littered with the small crumbs of his snack.

“Alright no more exploring ok?,” you sigh as you sit him down handing him his tablet and pillow. “I don’t need you running into Beyoncé or any other celebrities.”

———

Only an hour left of your flight, you tried to focus on the words in your book, but could only think of the encounter from moments prior. Everything from his smile to the warm aura he emitted now had a permanent place in your mind seemingly pushing away all flags saying how you definitely should not catch feelings.

Distracting you from your small internal conflict, Theo giggles as he leans over the armrest peeking back and forth in the aisle as if playing with someone. Sitting up higher so you could look over the seats above you, you see Chris making funny faces towards your son while peeking back and forth as well.

As if sensing your eyes, he looks up at you adorably smiling from ear to ear giving a small wave.

“Dangit Theo why’d you have to be so friendly? And why’d he have to be so nice?!,” you thought as you waved back, mentally in disbelief at the situation you were in.

Sitting back down in his seat, you figured the two were done with their game. Peeking ahead again, you’re left slightly confused at his empty spot and honestly disappointed that you didn’t see his face.

“This seat taken?,” you hear making you jump while your son excitedly claps his hands together.

“Play!!”

“Yea buddy we can play as long as your mom is ok with it,” he smiles sitting in the empty seat next to you. “Also I realized that you know me but I don’t know you. Well nothing other than you have an adorable son.”

“As long as it’s nothing dangerous that’s fine,” you softly laugh as Theo climbs into your lap. “And thanks, I’m Y/N.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” he smiles, Theo lightly tapping on his hands anxiously ready to resume their game.

* 4 years later*

“Happy Birthday dear daddy, Happy Birthday to you!,” you and Theo sing as you light the candles on the circular cake in front of him.

“Aw thank you!,” Chris smiles kissing Theo’s cheek before meeting your lips. “You guys didn’t have to do all this for me, especially with everything going on.”

“Just because we’re stuck inside doesn’t mean you can’t have a cake on your birthday. That’s the least everyone should get.” Excitedly tapping your arm, your son waits for you to nod your head before quickly dashing up to his room to retrieve his gift.

“And speaking of birthdays, we have a couple presents for you.”

“Presents too?! You guys went all out,” he replies bringing you closer to him as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Again it’s your birthday love! It shouldn’t be any other way.”

“Ok I got it!,” Theo says out of breath as he hands Chris the large envelope with the word ‘Daddy!” on it.

“Thank you! What’s this, tickets to Hawaii?”

“Look in it and see!,” Theo grins sitting on the barstool beside him. Breaking the seal, he removes a few papers along with a smaller envelope with his name on it in your handwriting. “Mommy wrote the letter for me with everything I wanted to say.”

“Happy Birthday Daddy! I hope it’s good and I want you to know I love you so much! Thank you for always helping me and playing with me. You’re the best dad in the world! I hope it’s okay with you that I want to be an Evans like mommy and my future brother or sister so I won’t be left out. Love you like cookies- no a million BILLION times more than cookies!! ~Theo”

Tears in his eyes, he sees the forms under the letter that read “Adoption” with Theo’s full name printed on it along with other information waiting for his signature.

“Of course you can buddy,” he sniffs as he picks up Theo to hug him tight. “Wait future brother or sister?”

Remembering the smaller envelope from you, he quickly opens it to see an ultrasound picture showing a small dot seemingly enclosed in a bubble.

“Remember that one night before all of this and you said if we had to be on quarantine it would probably get us in trouble? Looks like you were right,” you softly giggle wiping away tears of your own. Eyes and cheeks fully red, he deeply kisses your lips before pulling you into his other side.

“Hopefully all this didn’t overwhelm you.”

“Are you kidding? These are the best birthday gifts I could ever receive! I can’t wait to tell everyone the Evans’ family is getting bigger,” he smiles, thankful for what a plate of cookies and a friendly toddler had brought him.

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* ✶ 「 lana condor, 24, female & she/her 」 welcome to the mortal realm, MIRANDA TIEN— though, the fates whisper that they could only be ARIADNE reincarnated. it seems in this life they’re instead known for being a BAKER. what a downgrade. nevertheless, mortality can be confusing, so it’s understandable they can be COURAGEOUS and TRUSTING, but also INSECURE and DESTRUCTIVE ; maybe that’s why they remind people of DRIVERS LICENCE by OLIVIA RODRIGO ? but not all history is washed away by time — just as the poets say, they still remind others of HALF SMILES WITH EYES FULL OF TEARS, MESSY KITCHENS FULL OF LAUGHTER, LATE NIGHT DRUNK TALKS IN BATHROOMS WITH STRANGERS. hopefully this life treats them a little better.

hello all i am back with new child, she’s a bit of a mess and doesn’t know what any of her emotions and feelings are but she’s working on it. and until then she makes a really good cupcake and loaf of bread.

tw: parental death, alcohol mentions

about / socials

Miranda liked to break her life down into sections. There was the before and and there was the during and there was the after. Everyone tells her she’s in the after now, that she’s made it through the hardest part, but it still feels like she’s in the middle, stuck in a never ending loop with only glimpses of the after. 

before 

Miranda was born to Hien and Aida Tien, the youngest of four, she discovered very early in life that there was very little she couldn’t get away with. All high expectations were placed on her elder sister and brothers meaning Miranda had freedom to make as many mistakes as she wanted and run a little wild. Not that she did, but the option was always there, which was nice to know. When she looks back on her childhood it’s with warmth and joy. Family dinners where they would all laugh and her brother helping her with maths homework and long afternoons in the back kitchen decorating cakes with her dad. Her childhood is tinged in yellow and smells faintly like baking bread and spices and sounds like easy laughter in country songs. 

during 

The diagnosis came two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. It’s sudden and unexpected and throws their family into chaos. Miranda feels her life slowly start to revolve around her dad's doctor's appointment and rushing to the bakery after school to help out. She does it willingly, gladly, happy to help in any way she can, to take a little of the stress off her parents' sagging shoulders and her siblings' stressed backs. 

She meets him when she’s seventeen and he’s twenty. Justin, who’s older and drives his dad's old car that he’d painted new and gives her flowers he’s stolen from neighbours gardens and showers her with pretty words that make her blush. He walks - staunters, really - into her life when she needs him most, when she needs someone most. Sweeps her off her feet and takes her on wild adventures through the city and convinces her to sneak out of her house late at night. When she’s with him, Miranda forgets all about hospital beds and medication littering their kitchen table and how her dad isn’t getting better. She tells him she loves him as they’re curled together on the back seat of his car and she believes him when he says it back. Kisses his collarbone and lets him kiss down her neck, saves every whispered compliment in her mind. 

Her dad's illness isn’t short and it isn’t pretty. Twenty rolls by with a shakily decorated cake and balloons in her favourite colours and everyone avoiding asking about college. She spends her little party holding Justin's hand and laughing with her dad and trying to memorise every little detail. He doesn’t see her turn twenty-one. 

He breaks up with her two days before the funeral. In a text. It’s a text she’ll always remember. Because it was two lines and he hadn’t even been bothered to fully type out the word ‘you’.

 ‘Can’t do this anymore. ur just too much right now and i dnt sign up for it.’ 

Very little makes sense in her life for the next few months. She wakes up, she gets dressed, she goes to the bakery, she mixes batter and decorates cakes, she hugs her mom and smiles with her sister, she goes home and sleeps. Trapped in a loop of the same things over and over and until it finally hits her what’s happened. 

Miranda doesn’t really remember turning twenty-one. She knows her friends take her out and tap glasses together as they do shots and her mom smiles at her fondly as she stumbles through the door later that night. Because all she can think about is how Justin had talked about how they’d spend her twentyfirst, all the plans and places they’d go, how he’d been excited, so she’d been excited. And how she’d spent most of it alone and that somehow, the pain of missing her dad had been overshadowed by someone else. It’s the first time she lets herself hate Justin and start to realise that all the pretty words and whispered promises hadn’t been true. 

after

Now she’s twenty-three and crawling her way out of the during with her nails still. She overhears her friends whispering worries about how she seems like a bystander to her own life. It knocks her back, hits her in the heart as she realises how true it is. So she starts to make an effort again. Starts to pick up the fallen bricks of her life and tries to rebuild. 

She starts with taking a more active role in the bakery, allowing her mom a chance to step back a little, to take more time for herself. It gives her something to focus on and pour her energy into and it’s just an added bonus that she finds the sounds of stand mixers soothing. Miranda’s first major change in the bakery was clearing out the space they’d used for storage, knocking down a wall and giving the place a small sitting area, effectively making it a cafe. 

She starts going out with her friends again, starts conversations first and brings up possible plans. She agrees to be set up on a date, and when it doesn’t go terribly she lets herself start looking to the future again. 

tl;dr : in summary, she had a very lovely childhood with two lovely parents and the regular amount of sibling drama. her dad got sick, she meets justin, her dad gets sicker, justin makes her feel special, her dad dies, justin ends it. it takes her nearly three years to realise that she never really dealt with her dad dying or her grief because of it, so now she’s in therapy and taken over running the family bakery by turning it into a lil cute cafe too. 

( miranda is very easy to get along with and will honestly talk to anyone because girl is way to trusting for her own good which is why she’s just gonna keep getting her heartbroken. she wants to see the best in people and will ignore all the red flags that pop up along the way, despite people's warnings. she’s actually really got her shit together when it comes to the business and networking and stuff, she’s just a hopeless mess when it comes to her emotions. )

headcanons / facts

she’s shockingly good at finding her way through mazes – hedge, corn or just drawn ones – she can find her way through in record time. whenever people ask her how she does it (if she’s cheating somehow), she simply shrugs and says ‘i just get a feeling about which way to go, so i go that way’. the same logic applies to detangling wires, especially headphones and messed up balls of wool. most of the time she doesn’t even realise she’s untangling something until it’s done and someones looking at her weird.

her parents bought their bakery when they first moved to the city and named it laurel leaf because the first time they met was when aida accidentally threw a laurel wreath at hien’s face. for the holidays the family always tried to decorate with laurel wreaths when they could, after hien died aida couldn’t face doing it for a long time. now that miranda has taken over the day to day running of the place she’s hung up a permanent laurel wreath above the door. 

because baking is basically her job she’s taken up knitting and running for hobbies. there’s a basket on the counter at the bakery of all the many, many hats she’s knitted free for anyone to take. she really hates running, but also knows it’s probably going to be good for her in the long run (ha!) so she just complains to whole time to her friends via text whenever she goes.

wanted connections 

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Laser Tag

× summary: how to flirt playing laser tag

× pairing: Yueliang x Haechan

× genre: fluff

× wc 2006 words

× notes: I know laser tag is a non-contact sport but… yeah whatever

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Two months.

Two months since that movie night at NCT dorm.

Two months since I gave Haechan my phone number, two months since he looked at me with sparks in his eyes.

Two months of constant texting. From that night on, Haechan and I were always talking, always chatting. Sometimes it was long, deep conversations that would leave me beaming because he understood me so well and sometimes it was just nonsensical memes and cute puppy videos that made me laugh and swoon.

We would send each other lists of questions to answer, trying to satisfy that growing desire to know. We were burning of curiosity and, without really noticing, we found ourselves addicted to talking to each other.

Since I was an early bird, I got the habit of sending Haechan a good morning text while I had breakfast. I would answer the questions he’d leave during the night together with goodnight wishes and leave him some of my own curiosities. I usually sent him my rough schedule, in hope that we’d find time to videocall.

I used to hate video calling people but Haechan had a way to make despicable things (like being awake at 3 am) sound appealing. And with him they were. I would be so tired and sleepy but he would make me laugh and tell me funny stories and I would totally forget about sleeping.

Haechan made me feel a rollercoaster of emotions and instead of feeling scared, I was just so excited. Haechan (that now I was so used to call Donghyuck and sometimes, when I wanted to see him blush, just Hyuck) was so sweet and so lively. He was the best at making me stop dwelling on things that made me sad and could make me smile in no time. He was attentive, always remembering the little things I said and caring, because he always made sure I was eating, resting and taking breaks from studying.

Haechan was making it difficult not to fall for him.

One evening, we were talking about Doyoung upcoming birthday. NCT members were planning a surprise party at a laser tag arena and I had been invited as well, being part of the ’96 line.

“You should hope to be in the same team as me” he texted, when I mentioned that there will be a big match with teams.

“Why? I think it will be funnier to shoot you” I replied, chuckling.

“You don’t want to have me as your opponent, trust me”.

“Should I be scared? Because I am not. I won’t have any mercy on you, Haechan”.

“Who’s Haechan?”, he replied, making me laugh. It felt weird to use his stage name to address him now and I sometimes used it to make him sulk or to annoy him.

The conversation shifted on other topics but I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing him again after so long.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

February arrived quickly and, as planned, we were celebrating at the laser tag arena. After surprising a very confused Doyoung and eating some cake, we started planning the game.

We decided, since the arena was very large, to play Capture the Flag so we divided in two teams, chose two bases at the opposite ends of the field and hide the flags. We had the ’96 line team and the NCT 127 team, with nine people each, since Doyoung was going to play with his members.

We settled up on the rules (do not hide your sensor to avoid losing points, be careful of your surroundings, do not run) and the point system and we gave ourselves some time to elaborate strategies before starting. As I was joining my team, I saw Haechan looking at me. When he noticed me he smiled slyly and winked. He then turned around to listen to his hyungs, leaving me blushing slightly. It was disappointing not being in the same team as Haechan because that would stop us from spending time together but I was up for the challenge. I was sure that Haechan would definitely try to be the clever fox he always was but I was determined to win.

With a smile, I turned to Ari, Woozi and the others: -So what’s the plan?

I was giving one last look at the map of the field when someone whistled loudly.

-Okay- said the arena employee, -the game is about to start. To win you need to capture the other team’s flag and take it to your own base or to eliminate all players on the opposite team. Please remember the rules and have fun!

We settled in the positions we chose while planning and we waited for the NCT members to do the same. I looked around and spotted Jun and Chungha, who flashed a smile in my direction. Like them, I was so excited to play and I really wanted to win. Everything was motionless for a while before the employee whistled again, signaling that the game has officially started.

I watched Ari and Changkyun (an obvious pairing since they had such a great chemistry) moving east trying to distract our opponents, while Wonwoo and Rowoon did the same towards west. Chungha and Jun decided to stay back to protect our flag, while Hoshi, Woozi and I would try to go and steal NCT flag.

Since we couldn’t run, we walked as fast as possible towards our opponents’ side of the field. The arena looked a bit like a maze so there were tons of places where they could be hiding, ready to shoot us, but we kept going, feeling like some kind of SWAT team on a mission. I felt the adrenaline growing and I was so excited I nearly missed Yuta (or was it Jaehyun?) aiming at us from behind a wall.

-Watch out!- I exclaimed, pushing Hoshi away from the trajectory of the laser.

I hid behind a corner and started shooting. The game was about points so Yuta would not die immediately, we had to shoot him multiple times or wait for him to run away. After a while Yuta stopped shooting so we kept going, now more attentive.

We all had a smartwatch telling us how many life points we had left and how many shoot points we got. I checked mine and I still had eight life points, so I was doing pretty well. Hoshi and Woozi lost three lives each so we kept going through the maze.

We were getting closer to NCT members’ base but we got into a trap not long after. Jungwoo, Mark and Taeil ambushed us in a space where there wasn’t much to hide behind to so Hoshi lost all of his life points immediately. Woozi and I got separated and after I found shelter, I could not see my teammate anymore. I hoped he was still alive (I just lost four life points) and I decided to try and go get the flag myself.

I circled around the point where I thought Jungwoo, Taeil and Mark were, and I saw it. The flag was lying there, close but awfully exposed. I tightened my grip on my laser gun and, while walking as close as possible to the wall, I went towards the flag.

I was going to pick it up when someone said: -Easy there, Yue.

I froze because I knew perfectly who that voice belonged to.

I turned around to find Haechan pointing his laser gun at me.

-Really?- I mumbled. -This is such a cliché scene.

He lowered the gun and smiled: -We love a good kdrama moment.

-So you won’t shoot me?

Haechan shrugged, smiling defiantly.

-Can I take the flag, then?

-That would make me a terrible tactician.

I pointed my gun at him: -Then seems like I have to shoot you.

He opened his arms: -Have fun.

I stared at him, unconvinced.

-Are you letting me win?- I asked, genuinely confused. That was definitely not something Haechan would do.

-You may shoot me, get the flag but I never said you could walk away with it.

I rolled my eyes, he was so into the role.

-Then I should at least eliminate you- I muttered, aiming at his chest.

-Haechan, have you seen Yueliang?- shouted Doyoung, who was approaching the base. I lowered the gun and started walking away, knowing that Doyoung would have no mercy on me.

I was going to turn around the corner when I felt someone taking my hand. It was Haechan, who pushed me to go faster.

-This way- he whispered and I looked at him, shocked.

-But Hyuck…

-They’re behind us, let’s go!

He guided me through the maze and I could hear Doyoung and maybe Mark calling after Haechan. They were getting closer and closer. I got anxious and nearly started running, holding Haechan's hand tightly. When I thought they would find us, Haechan pulled me behind a corner and behind a thin wall. We hid there even if it wasn’t exactly permitted to lurk and not play.

We heard Mark and Doyoung walking next to us, but they didn’t turn the corner as we did, they kept going, calling Haechan and wondering where he went.

After a couple seconds of silence spent looking at each other, we started giggling and we tried so hard to suppress it but it was useless. The adrenaline we got from running away was getting to us and I whispered: -Shhh!

Haechan chuckled again and I looked at his plump lips like I was hypnotized. My eyes stopped for a second too long because he noticed me and smirked.

-I think we can leave- he whispered, and I realized how close he was. I felt my cheeks getting red and I nodded: -Yes, I think we can.

But we both stayed there. We kept looking at each other, breathing deeply and waiting for the other to do something. He looked so good with his hair all messy, his lips as kissable as ever and his sun kissed skin seemed so warm and so soft I had to force my hands to stay still.

Half of my brain was telling me that staying there was not a good idea and that we needed to go back, but at the same time I didn’t want to stop being so close to Haechan.

-Did you just ditch your members for me?

Haechan smirked: -The game was getting boring.

-That’s why you wanted me to shoot you? You were bored?

He shook his head: -You looked cute with your gun and your focused pout.

I tried not to show that I felt delighted, but my face got flushed anyways.

-If you want I can shoot you now.

Haechan brushed the hair away from my face and smiled cocky: -A game is still a game, Yue.

I raised my eyebrows, confused when he pulled away from me. He took his laser gun and pointed it at my chest.

He shot.

I heard the smartwatch beep and I knew it was telling me that I had been eliminated. I only had four points left and hitting an opponent on the chest was the only way to take 5 points from them.

Haechan had just eliminated me with a smile on his face.

I was so offended that I couldn’t formulate a phrase. He chuckled, pleased, and walked away.

Fuming, I followed him.

-Lee Donghyuck- I said and he turned around, still smiling in that cocky way of his, full of bad boy bravado. I thought that smile looked so well on him but I kept that thought to myself and said: -You owe me a date for this.

His eyes sparkled with amusement and he bowed: -Your wish is my command, Yue.

And I watched him go away all happy with himself. I nearly wanted to smack him, but I tried to focus on calming my running heart and my weak knees. He did win this game but I was feeling like I just won something way better…

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Daffodils.

Omg! This took so much work but I’m so happy to show you this chapter. I really hope you like it💕 Tell me what you thought in the comments!! I love reading them ✨

Ps. I’ve checked but sorry if you find any errors in this one.

Chapter 5: The wedding. (Part 1/3)

The fact that Granger had Obliviated her own parents and sent them off to Australia just confirmed that she was a Slytherin in disguised. Because, yes, it took a lot of bravery but the use of unregulated memory charms was prohibited for a reason.

It was an immoral act, stealing someone’s memories, it even was a last resort for the aurors... Draco thought that, in the last years, the ministry had taken too much liberty in obliviating the muggles to secure the statue of secrecy. If the stupid thing was so fragile then, clearly, there was something wrong with it, the solution wasn’t erasing muggles memories once or twice a month.

Even if Draco didn’t agree with the use of the spell, well, he understood Hermione deeply. If he could have obliviated his mother and shipped her off to Australia he would have.

This girl probably was the most cunning person he knew. How could something as random as blood had gotten in the way of  her being a Slytherin? Salazar should have been proud of Granger, wearing his house colors, and gaining points in classes, of the way that her mind worked; so focused on something until she gets it, the end justified the means.

Yes, Draco understood Hermione, and she understood him. She never questioned the bargain, never even asked about it... That was because she knew. Granger knew that if she loved someone as deep as he loved Potter, that she would had made the same choice. Because it wasn’t for selfless reasons, it was what he wanted, for Harry to be happy. The end justified the means, so Draco made something really illegal to get what he wanted, probably immoral too. Who cared, James was alive and Sirius was happy and Potter smiled almost every day. Who the fuck cared about the rules?

When Hermione told him everything, the first night that she moved to the Potter’s mansion, Draco didn’t say a thing. He didn’t looked at her with pity, she didn’t need that, he just said:

“Smart choice. They are safe, for real. That’s what matters.” Then he looked at her, lifting his chin a bit, challenging her. “No tears?”

Her brown eyes stared back, determined.

“None. I just want to win this war.”

Draco smirked and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan.”

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The minute he entered the burrow, he thought that <cite>it made sense</cite>. Ron was everything in that place, the walls, the smell of Molly’s cooking, the feeling of family that he found himself overwhelmed with.

The wedding wasn’t until sundown, Potter, Granger and him were there first thing in the morning. Ron has asked Draco to join them early the prior night, at Potter’s seventeen birthday. Which hadn’t been a birthday per se, because it was just them with Sirius and Mr Potter, but at least Draco got to bake him a cake even though Harry kept saying that he didn’t need anything.

“So what do you think, Ferret? Too common for you?”

Draco just kept looking around until the watch caught his eye. So useful... so warming. His father would have thought that it was unnecessary and untasteful which meant, pretty much, that the blond boy loved it.

“I think that it’s very you.” He responded smiling at him, the other boy narrowed his eyes.

“Because it smells...?” He asked, hesitant, waiting for the punch line. Draco just shook his head.

“No, weasel. Warm, cozy and kind.”

Weasley returned his smile and ruffled his blond hair playfully.

“Aww, Look at Malfoy being a big softy.”

He tried to free himself from Weasley grab but the redhead just kept on messing with his hair.

“Who is a cute little ferret?” He asked and pinched Draco’s left cheek before letting him go.

“I bloody hate you.”

“Not true, I’m your favorite Gryffindor.”

He was about to respond, when Potter made his way out of the kitchen, excusing himself, saying that he was going to greet the rest of the Weasley family; moody tone in his voice. Draco heard Hermione sighing.

"If he gets in one of those moods today, it's your turn Ronald."

"Do you want a tour?" Weasley said, ignoring Granger entirely as he started to guide him upstairs.

"Ron! Did you hear me?"

And the answer was probably yes, but Weasley was spectacularly good at playing dumb in their little Gryffindor Trio, he just kept on climbing up the stairs.

The magic around the house was incredible, the burrow wasn't an ancestral house like Grimmauld or the manor, for what Ron had told him, the Weasleys had build it up from scratch and, through the years, they added rooms as children were added to the family.

The thing that was important about living in ancestral houses was that they had souls, they connected to their owners, giving them what they needed and sharing their magic with them... It was unbelievable that, even without all that, Draco could breath in the magic that stirred through the air at the burrow.

After the blond boy had his fair share of mocking Ron for the ridiculous Chudley Cannons flag that was hung up in his room, they went downstairs to ask Mrs and Mr Weasley if they needed help preparing everything... Draco kind of hated that whenever he was honestly happy and having a good time, something seemed to ruin that. In this case, it was Potter and the she-weasel snogging in the middle of the kitchen.

 He felt frozen, he knew he needed to move but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor. The flowers were starting to choke him, just like it happened after the match, that one time when he coughed up the entire daffodil. Theodore wasn't here to save him this time, though.

To think that he actually believed that he stood a chance because of what happened last week, so fucking pathetic. He forced himself to turn around and go back to Ron's room as quick as he could. Potter was too busy shoving his tongue down Ginevra's throat to notice.

He opened the door and closed it behind him, casting a muffliato around the room before he started to force to cough. That fucking yellow flower was stuck there, he couldn't get it out. He felt his eyes burning, the tears starting to escape from his eyes... It was impossible to know if they were from the pain he was experiencing or from the very vivid image of Harry kissing her. Ginevra's hands mixing in that messy hair that he loved so much, the one that, not so many nights ago, tickled his chin as Potter rested his head on Draco's chest.

‘HE CHOSE HER AGAIN. HE CHOSE HER AGAIN. HE CHOSE HER AGAIN.'

'Yes, I'm fucking aware. You are the ones who gave me hope, you useless daffodils.'.

It wasn't coming out, it was awful. His face was getting red from the suffocation. He inhaled as deeply as he could, the air barely passed through the flower, that was stuck in his chest, to get to his lungs. Draco forced to cough out that same air. A small movement, something went up a little. ‘Fucking finally, get the fuck out'. He didn't know how long he'd been in there but the door opened as he coughed up frantically...

He had forgotten to lock the bloody door, how much worse could that day get, honestly. He lifted his gaze, fearing that,maybe, it was Potter (or hoping that it was him with his worried eyes)...

Blue widened eyes were looking at him. Weasley. He didn't know if it was worse than Potter or not. He couldn't focus on that right now. The flower. He needed the daffodil out of his windpipe. Draco forced more coughs out, blood was the first thing that came out... dripping on the wooden floor. How much longer, Merlin... Why was it hurting so much more than last time? 'Because you dared to hope. Learn your fucking lesson, Draco’

At last, when his windpipe and his throat felt like they were on fire, an entire daffodil laid before him. It's gorgeous petals were stained with his own blood, yellow and red clashing together. It was in that moment that he thought that, if the flower were a little more golden, it could be easily be a poetic representation of Potter's house.

"Holy shit, it's Harry."

Oh no.

Weasley had panic in his eyes, already taking steps back, reaching out for the bloody knob. Draco was quicker, though, he raised his wand and casted a locking spell.

"Don't you fucking dare, weasel."

He turned around, wild eyes on his face. The redhead knelt on the floor in front of him and pointed to the crime scene that laid between them.

"Are you bloody insane?? Look at this, Draco just cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, he could see as everything fell into place in the boy's head. "Of course it's Harry, you didn't even kiss Nott until we won the cup. You disappeared. You coughed when I told you about Harry and Ginny-" Ron's rant was interrupted by his choughing. "Fuck, ferret. You need to tell him, he deserves to know."

Draco shook his head vehemently.

"No. If he rejects me, what you just saw, would only be the beggining of it. Granger agrees, you wouldn't want to upset the Mrs, would you Ronald?"

"Hermione knows? And she hasn't told Harry?" He asked in an indignant tone. " No. I can't, Draco."

Fuck, he used his name. Weasley was going to throw everything away, wasn't he? Draco took a deep breath, it still burned but at least he could actually breath now.

He casted his bloody Patronus, as flashy as it was, he needed Granger here now.

"Find Hermione, tell her that its bloody urgent. We are in Ron's room and she is the only one allowed in." The lion offered a nod before running off to find the girl.

"Unlock the door, Malfoy."

"I don't think so, Weasley."

"THIS IS INSANE! YOU ARE DYING AND THE SOLUTION IS RIGHT DOWN THE STAIRS."

"Are you stupid? He has to <cite>love me back</cite>. He was just snogging his redhead princess in the middle of the fucking kitchen. Why can't he do this things in private, for Salazar's sake? I was perfectly capable of not kissing Theodore in public." He hissed, the scene replaying in his mind. He needed to stop thinking."I miss Theo so much, fuck."

Ron was looking at him, worried eyes on his face.

"This explains so much...” The redhead passed his hands over his face. “Did he know?"

"Theodore?" The boy nodded. "He has known since we were like twelve... Not that I've ever told him, but yes, he knew... That was kind of the reason why we fought when I ran away, after the department of mysteries, he knew that I had done it for him...”

Suddenly, the door was opening. Draco knew that Granger would unlock it with ease. The blond boy vanished the daffodil off the floor, trying to hide away any kind of evidence. Just in case.

The girl entered quickly and closed the door behind her.

“What happened? I was with Harry when I heard your message.” She hissed. “I had to make up an excuse! He thinks that we are talking about his birthday present.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“See, Weasley? Now we have to get Potty a present. This is entirely your fault.”

Ron ignored him as he turned to face Hermione.

“You knew it was Harry? This is really bad Mione. He will hate you for keeping this from him. I’m not going to be a part of it.” Then he turned to Draco. “Eventually, that door will open and I’m going to tell him, don’t think I won’t.”

“I know, weasel. That was kind of the point of calling her here.” He gestured in Ron’s general direction as he continued. “Work your magic, Granger. I’m not good with those spells.”

The redhead widened his eyes as he tightened the grip of his wand. He wouldn’t attack Hermione, not in a million years. The girl, on the other hand, was looking at Draco as if his request were the most illogical thing she had heard.

“I’m not obliviating him!! Ronald, you can’t tell Harry. I don’t care if he hates us, he was just telling me about his kiss with Ginny, he needs time”.

“Are you kidding me?? MALFOY DOESN’T HAVE TIME. Maybe, if we tell him, he would at least try to date him!” And then, he seemed to remember something because he turned to Draco looking furious. “Harry was your impossible thing to get? I TOLD YOU SINCE LAST SUMMER THAT HE LIKES BOYS TOO, YOU HALF-WITTED EXCUSE OF A SLYTHERIN! Cunning my arse!” His wild eyes blinked repeatedly. “Oh for the love of Godric, you fell off your broom because of him, didn’t you?? You are lucky that you already have a terminal disease because I could literally kick your arse right now.”

“Come at me Weasley, I’m not telling him shit and your two options are staying silent or going back to be the good (horribly mistaken) friend that you were, like, twenty minutes ago.”

Ron glared at him. Tense silence stretched between them. He closed his blue eyes before sighing.

“If you get worse the deal is off. You scared me today, ferret. I can live without seeing you like that ever again.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“I guess so.”

“One attempt, Ronald, and I swear-“

“I’m really trusting that you are making the right call in all of this, Mione.”

“I am.”

“She is.”

“We‘ll see.”

[faketextsfromlastmight]

Best of tags #12

 A compilation of my favorite reactions to this blog

@re-bon-bon-san on Todoroki’s behavior: (Link)

I thought Todoroki would be passive agressive but this is even better hahahahah

I don’t really see Todoroki as the passive-agressive type though... From what we’ve seen, Todoroki acts pretty blunt and emotionless when he doesn’t like something and isn’t afraid to show it. Then there are the sudden bursts of anger which contrast with his usual behavior and tend to happen when he’s REALLY pissed off.

@eternalflameprincess on Midoriya’s father: (Link)

#when will hisashi return from the war#he's a bastard until proven otherwise

At this point we know more about Ash Ketchum’s father than Izuku’s. This is a red flag. His child seems to have gone through heavy psychological duress as a child, growing up without a quirk, and yet he seems to have been rarely present. Even when Izuku gets seriously hurt and targeted by a terrorist organization, he’s not even mentioned. Inko has to carry the burden of making decisions regarding Izuku and meeting with All Might alone.

I guess it’s pretty current for parents of shonen anime protagonists to not be mentioned unless the plot requires it (e.g. Yugi Mutoh) but that only works on the premise that the parents are not really aware of their children’s shenanigans. But Inko has actually pretty good knowledge of what Izuku suffered. Why not involve his father as well?

@iprincezzinuyoukai​ on Shouto trying on a wedding dress: (Link)

#he would make an awesome bride...

Oh god, are you kidding? Shouto is Japanese for “bridezilla”.

@thatawkwardotaku​ on Aoyama’s French curse words: (Link)

Oh La la, Aoyama sonne comme un Quebecois 👀

Does he? I was aiming more towards a vulgar Parisian but I guess the grammar is kind of québécois-sounding.

@stephaliceslytherin​ on Aoyama using the word “écorcher��: (Link)

I must say I am not used to this verb being used in this sentence,  I woud have use "défonce" ^^.

You are correct, “défoncer” would be the go-to verb to use in this sentence for a standard French speaker. But I wanted something more threatening and specific because Aoyama is very extra.

@deku-secretlovechild on Deku being a stalker: (Link)

#i fuckin love oddly stalkerish deku hes so weird

Horikoshi made fun of Midoriya stalking Bakugou during their middle-school years in Smash (Link), so it’s semi-canonical!

@unappreciatedeggs on Aizawa naming his cat All Meowght: (Link)

All Meowght... how flattered would Toshinori be tho?

Eraserhead’s opinion of All Might be summarized as “like the man, hate his fandom”. That is something Toshinori would have to learn.

@lunarapocolypse on Mitsuki overpraising Midoriya: (Link)

....Okay, I know this is a lighthearted post, but this is exactly what my parents do. Comparing me to someone else to the point I start irrationally hating them. I’m confused at their motives now.

It’s a common parental fallacy, yeah. I think that, being the class nerd and an outcast, Midoriya severely underestimated his social intelligence. It’s pretty telling he immediately becomes a popular kid the moment Bakugou’s not at the top of the social ladder to put him down. Basically Midoriya is talented at making friends while Bakugou only seems to attract sycophants (up until his budding friendship with Kirishima, that is). Bakugou knew this from an early age and this envy is key to understanding how much he hated Midoriya. But Mitsuki overpraising Midoriya’s social skills in the privacy of Bakugou’s home would also explain a lot in this regard.

Interestingly the divide between Bakugou and Midoriya is probably mirrored by the divide between Mitsuki and Inko. Mitsuki probably envied Inko for having a calm, easygoing child who did as he was told. Meanwhile Inko probably envied Mitsuki for having a child with a powerful quirk who would “have it easy” in life.

@superbeenyrants on Bakugou’s communication problems: (Link)

I’m convinced several of Bakugou’s communication/behavioral issues with Deku actually stem from his troubled relationship with Mitsuki giving him a screwed up understanding of how you treat people you have an intimate, family-like relationship with, and especially how you settle frustrations with them. Judging by how Hori depicts them, it’s “screaming and hitting”. (Which completely explains the decision to have Bakugou’s dynamic with Mitsuki revealed before “Deku vs Kacchan 2″.)

Absolutely. The Remedial Arc pretty much confirms this with everyone criticizing the way Bakugou handles childcare “the way he was raised” (his own words). It takes Todoroki (whose history of abuse Bakugou is aware of) to convince him to change his behavior. Basically Horikoshi is laying the foundation of Mitsuki’s dismal parenting style as a freudian excuse for Bakugou’s pathological aggressivity. I hope this is explored further in a story arc, but we’ll see.

I guess Bakugou was raised with several ideas in mind, including but not limited to:

Violence is an acceptable way of expressing yourself,

Using violence against someone is an opportunity to teach that person a valuable lesson,

Showing weakness is always bad,

If you get hurt, it’s because you were too weak.

There’s a clear parallel between Bakugou telling Midoriya he’d better jump off a roof and Mitsuki telling her son he got kidnapped by the equivalent of Daesh because he was too weak. Bakugou is mirroring the violence to which he was always exposed.

@tumbling---star on Eraserhead’s holding Tokoyami’s birthday cake: (Link)

#since tokoyami is aizawas favorite student and all

Hey! Shouta Aizawa doesn’t play favorites. He despises all his students equally.

@janazzaa on Todoroki selling his own bathwater: (Link)

You know he would!! The real question is if he saves it for lunch.

#That makes the soba slurping chapter with Natsuo and Fuyumi very uncomfortable

So now the soba water is in Todoroki, who will thereafter take another soba bath, whose water he will drink, and so on, and so on, ad infinitum. It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all. So sayeth the Book of Shouto. For thou were made from soba water, and to soba water thou shalt return, for now and forever, Amen.

[digikate813]

My Little Pony Re-Watch: Episode 51 & 52 A Canterlot Wedding

*I’m just going to be up front here. This is the episode, that made me a brony. This is the episode that made me realize how great My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic really was. For a long time, it was my favorite episode. So of course it’s one of the most divisive episodes in the whole series. So we’re going to approach this differently. Rather then go over events individually, I’m going to stick to talking points more in the style of my video reviews. If i didn’t we’d be here all day. So let’s do this.

*A big complaint about this episode is how Twilight’s brother, Shining Armor, kind of comes out of nowhere. Maybe it’s just because I grew up with a lot of sitcoms, where siblings kind of appear out of nowhere with no previous establishment, but I just kind of accepted Shining Armor’s existence. Though it would have been fairly easy to introduce him sooner. Between the Grand Galloping Gala and Twilight holding her birthday party in Canterlot, it is weird in hindsight that he was nowhere to be seen during all of that. But again, it doesn’t really bother me.

*And i like the touch that his cutie mark is a shield and his most powerful spell appears to be a protection spell able to encase the entire city of Canterlot. It just adds more to my working theory of how talents and magic work.

*Twilight does have a bit of a right to be mad that she wasn’t told about this wedding until days before it’s supposed to happen. But hey, maybe that message that got burned in “Dragon Quest” was the announcement, idk.

*You want to sum up Pinkie Pie in one moment? The confetti sneeze. That is all

*Another criticism of this episode is the other character that appears out of nowhere, Princess Cadance. Now i don’t think the existence of another alicorn comes completely out of nowhere like many claim. Because there was that illustration in “Hearts and Hooves Day” that shows us other alicorns exist besides Celestia and Luna. And as far as we know, they’re all princesses. So this doesn’t break the lore necessarily, but I will agree that this at least was poorly established.Then again the show was never great at presenting Cadance’s role in the world, as we’ll go more into in the next episode.

*I will admit that her supposed love spell is both underutilized and morally questionable, but that’s not a discussion for this post. I think Silver Quill has covered everything on that topic.

*I used to hate the “Sunshine Sunshine Ladybugs Awake” rhyme and dance, but now that they don’t do it anymore, I feel a bit nostalgic towards it watching this again. Is that weird? It feels weird.

*And personally, I think the mystery behind why Cadance is so different from how Twilight remembers her works. Because while Twilight may know Cadance, we don’t. And therefore we can’t really tell what exactly is wrong even when the show tells us something is off. It’s not obvious what’s going on on your first viewing is what I’m saying. We’re just taking Twilight’s word for it that, if nothing else, Cadance has changed a lot. Being dismissive, insensitive, and hypnotizing her fiance to stop asking questions. But that last one probably isn’t that big a deal.

*The rest of the girls may be a bit too dismissive of Twilight’s feelings on the matter, especially after what they learned in “Lesson Zero” but Twilight does have a tendency to exaggerate and be paranoid. So I do get why they wouldn’t just take her word for it. It’s something that they could easily brush off as Twilight being Twilight and not as a red flag.

*Plus not Cadance is pretty good at being manipulative. Getting rid of her old bridesmaids so the Mane Six could fill in. Such a gesture makes it easier for the girls to get wrapped up in the planning and see Cadance in a better light instead of listening to Twilight. 

*Lyra speaks! That is all, but when a famous background character finally talks, you acknowledge it.

*I love this episode, but Spike playing with the cake toppers constantly is a really lame way to keep him out of the story.

*Twilight confronting Cadance the way she did might seem like a dumb move, and maybe it was. But keep in mind. Twilight has tried alternatives. Her friends wouldn’t listen to her, the princesses are busy guarding the city, and when she tried to talk to her brother about this, she saw Cadance put a spell on him. She’s in crisis mode here, and wants something done to stop her. So she takes action into her own hooves. The only problem with this plan is that Twi doesn’t really have, proof that Cadance is evil. 

*How much this plan backfires is kind of devastating. Even Celestia scolds her for this stunt! By the way the facial expression on Twilight when that happens is one of the saddest faces in the series.

*Then we get a really sad reprise of the previous song, but all anyone cared about was the cute little pointy pony style. It’s crazy how popular this style became! Some fan animation series are made just in this style. It is really cute, I’m just always blown away at just how popular it got, and still is.

*One of the best things to see reactions to in regards to this episode is when not Cadance engulfs Twilight in a ring of fire and sends her to the depth of Hell to cover her tracks! Okay it’s not Hell, but still. It was the best cliffhanger from the show for a while.

*How has the show never used these caves beneath Canterlot since this? I know there’s a line where they say that most ponies forgot these caves even exist, but could you imagine if maybe,  the Diamond Dogs wanted to get down here or something? There’s potential to use these caves again, and I’m shocked the show hasn’t.

*And here’s where we learn what’s going on. That Cadance was replaced by an imposter. Now I knew what was going on because I knew who Queen Chrysalis was. That’s what led me to watching this episode. But the story is clever at revealing this twist. There are hints to fake Cadance’s true identity, but since we don’t know Cadance, we wouldn’t notice things like her magic looks different, unless you were paying very close attention to the flashback.

*Ah, This Day Aria. I’ve said that this is quite possibly the moment that sold me on the show for good. And i stand by that. The Disney Renaissance vibes you get from this gorgeous duet are powerful. Between the villain celebrating maniacally and the hero racing desperately, it creates tension and an amazing contrast, performed by the same voice actress. There’s even this clever bit in the melody of contrasting between an Authentic Cadance and a Deceptive Cadance. Everything about this song is marvelous! It’s a beautiful moment to watch play out, and a great way for us to see what the real Cadance is like. I love everything about it!! Obviously.

*I don’t think the way Twilight and Cadance escaped the hypnotized bridesmaids should be as funny as it is, but it is. It’s so funny.

*Queen Chrysalis’ reveal is epic! Her design is incredible and eye catching, her voice s sinister and distinct (I really miss that modulation though), and the introduction of Changelings into this world is such a great concept! The only part that’s kind of weird is that they never say Chrysalis’ name in the episode itself.

*Celestia finally gets to do something and fights back! Only to be immediately defeated. This is one of the most controversial scenes in the episode and i get why, but as far as the moment itself goes, I don’t really feel the same way. In the moment it’s a way to show just how much of a threat Chrysalis is while giving Celestia some agency. For the sake of tension, it works. No what bothers me is the larger trend this started of Celestia getting her flank whooped whenever possible. 

*And I get why Chrysalis was surprised it worked. She would have had to take on Celestia eventually, but she might have figured she’d have her army with her by that point. So being able to get the job done herself gives her more of an ego boost in this grand plan.

*And do I even need to comment of the Mane Six battling the changelings? It’s AWESOME! The combat is exciting, there are a lot of funny moments, and between the return of the Party Cannon and using Twilight as a weapon of mass destruction, Pinkie is a master on the battlefield.

*This episode is also unique by being the first two part episode where the major threat isn’t defeated using the Elements of Harmony. Giving a great twist on expectations that I think gets taken for granted.

*Another major point of contempt with this episode is that Chrysalis just stands there and lets her enemies plot to defeat her. And I get that too. I do, but to me it’s not, completely unjustified. After all, Chrysalis’ plan has gone without a hitch. She’s managed to stop anyone in her way at every turn. Now that she’s taken away all major power, why should it be any different now? She’s deluded by her success and doesn’t see a way she can be stopped.

*The only way she is defeated is by something she wouldn’t expect. True and pure love. The changelings manipulate others to gain power from their love of the person they’re impersonating, and Shining Armor was their latest victim. Not believing his own sister because he’s literally being controlled by someone who says they love him. And it’s not Twilight or any of her friends who break that curse, but Cadance. The one who truly loves him. Simply by being there and expressing how much she cares about him. Add to the fact that Cadance’s magic centers around love, something Chrysalis might not have known, and you get an even bigger power boost. It’s pretty cool when you see it at first  and beautiful when you think about it any deeper. 

*Plus I love cheesy stories where love and friendship and bonds that make us stronger save the day. It’s really my jam and why i stick with the show. And this is one of the best demonstrations of it’s power.

*And the fun little trope twist of the princess saving the knight in shining armor. And then it’s both of them together that stops the villain.

*I know everyone’s made this joke, but because one of my most well know loves is Pokemon “Looks like Team Rocket’s Blasting Off Again!!”

*Hey Twilight and Shining Armor’s parents are back! And they still don’t get any lines. Hooray!

*Props to Dashie for pulling off a Sonic Rainboom so flawlessly!

*Luna?! Where the hay have you been??!! Okay this is another complaint about the episode but this time I have to agree. Where were you??? The only props I’ll give here is that at least they acknowledged she exists. Unlike Return of Harmony.

*I personally think Twilight should’ve gotten more of an apology from her friends, but at least the message still comes across. Not only is there the power of love in it’s toxicity and purity, but also Twilight journey to persist even in the face of doubt. If something seems suspicious to you, especially when it effects the ones you love, pursue it. Investigate and see what you can do to help. And it’s because of Twilight’s actions that she’s able to reunite her brother with someone who genuinely loves him. You might not be able to save someone you love from someone who is just using them on your own, but you can do your best to find someone who can help them. Twilight may not have technically saved the day this time, but she played a very important part.

*Ending with a fun reception with a really catchy song and the reveal that Vinyl Scratch’s eyes are magenta and not red. Breaking the hearts of fan artists the world over... And isn’t that what we should really take away from this episode?

Screw the haters. This episode is amazing! I should really do a full video on this one because I truly love this episode. If anything, the criticisms has made me realize in other ways why I love it so much, and why it sealed the deal for me on this whole magical pony thing. So I suppose I should be grateful for that. There were a lot of other things I could have mentioned, but again, these are just supposed to be short thoughts. Like I’ve said, this is the episode that made me understand why so many people loved this show for little girls, and i will always be grateful for that. Next Time: The Crystal Empire!

[starcchild]

speaking of carter's birthday! (I voted it was pushed back because the symbolism of the planets and the whole new year thing) I'm wondering if Carter cares about her birthday in the ikau at all. I went through depression myself and I DREADED my birthday I felt like 'please do not pay attention to me let's not celebrate I was born' (I'm doing better now) but on top of depression, Carter might suffer survivor guilt from the car crash and like she doesn't deserve to grow old another year 😞

((it’s funny you should ask, because I do have a hc post I was planning on posting on her birthday, but because I pushed her birthday back to October, I might write it sooner? given that I can,,, remember all that I wanted to talk about SDFGJHKSDGF

anyway, regarding her birthday in the ikau, it’s... definitely a hit or miss. Before Obadiah’s death, it was, actually, something she looked forward to! At first, though, it was definitely hard - she didn’t want to celebrate when her father first died because of, like you mentioned, her depression and survivor’s guilt (which is something she does carry in the ikau regarding the accident), and also it just... didn’t feel the same without him. She never liked having a lot of attention on her, and definitely never liked parties (even though Tony would, obviously, keep her parties tame compared to his dfsghjgfdhj), but he still made sure she always had fun on her birthday! So, it just... obviously wasn’t the same

however, with Obadiah, that was the one day she always knew he would be kind. Although that could never erase her fear of saying or doing the wrong thing and setting him off, he just... was always nice. He wouldn’t throw a party or anything, which was absolutely fine by her, but she could... really do whatever she wanted, and while he didn’t really do any gifts, he would still wish her a happy birthday, and sometimes he’d bring home ice-cream or cake. Nothing big, nothing he really put any heart into, but... it definitely helped keep his control over her, so on his end, despite Carter believing he was doing it because he did love her, it was just another way to manipulate her, and convince her he was the only one who cared. Because... no one else seemed to remember her birthday other than him

after his death, however, Carter... stopped caring. She didn’t want anyone knowing it was her birthday, and never wanted to do anything to celebrate, either. I like leaving whether or not the others know when her birthday is up in the air for rp purposes, but, either way, she’s always going to claim she doesn’t celebrate. She doesn’t see the need to, but “it’s no big deal - thanks for asking, though”. And that in itself isn’t a big deal - not everyone does celebrate their birthday for various reasons, anyway, so... no red flags. It still hurts, considering she had celebrated it in the past, but... she really doesn’t feel like she deserves to celebrate it any further. Especially after everything with Ultron. Her birthday just became another day, and she’d rather keep it that way, even if the memories got worse

though, I will say, every now and then she’d treat herself to take out. Nothing spectacular or pricey, just... something for herself, y’know? But, considering how much guilt she carries for... just about everything, it’s not something she does every year, or something she actually goes through with. She’ll get take out, and... proceed to be unable to eat it because of her guilt, and leave it in the kitchen for someone else to take. After all, if there’s no name and no one claims it, it’s fair game

but, yeah! like with everything else with Carter in the ikau, it’s... complicated fsdhjkgfdsjh

also I’m glad you’re doing better!! <3 depression fucking sucks

[thequillswhims]

One to Three

It's borderline funny how hope can be the most treacherous backstabbing two faced traitor out there, the most pristine snake slithering in the quaintest of dainty garments, hiding it's face behind a richly adorned fan, eyes locked on you, whispering seductively about promises to come, unbound and unlimited happiness, and when you halt on the road of your life to land an ear to the siren's whimsically entrapping song, you allow your heart to dream and escape in the blinding mists, let hope take you on it's wings and wrap itself around you, coiling it's body around your heart and eyes, and then, when you are perfectly content, and happy, your little heart like a spring lovebird elated with the poison that hope had lovingly nurtured you with, the snake retracts from blinding your sight and you see and the snake's fangs are already sharply planted deep within your heart, biting and claiming every ounce of your delusions, drenching your heart with it's suave fatal poison.

And as much as I would love to blame the other, and Fate and Life and the Universe, I think it's simpler and overall easier, if not straight up lazier with a sense of escapist mentality, to just take one of the team, team being me myself and I, and conclude that: I misread silly casual flirtation, I overblown something that wasn't really there, I ... I was wrong. I got caught up in my feelings, for they themselves, if I treat them like an exterior force to my rational self, were, out of the Wahoo exceptionally crazy strong in intensity, but that does not automatically equate to the other party feeling the same things, or assessing, if he had felt the same, the same way I had. The intensity of my own feelings were not an assured guarantee, an official formal contract binding my heart to his, in any capacity. My feelings were mine and that is all that it was. After all, each individual has their own proper right to feel and understand, assess and react to feelings as goddamn well as they please. That is the core beauty of the human species, at the end of the day. Every single individual has their own selfish right to experience the same banal experience in their own secluded divine right; intense, or dismissed. No one has the right to judge for interpretation. And, although it could have - would have - been potentially nice to board the ship together, sometimes, it's best to miss the boat and take a plane, or a train, or a bus, to another, far far away destination.

Although, the fall from heavens was one of the most excruciatingly brutal ones I had encountered in my existence, I believe that it was actually, a blessing in disguise.

In the spring of this fateful unnamed year, although, I will give it a label, so then, in the fateful spring of X19, he shared a photo on one of his social media accounts; pink lily with a view of a rustic wooden bridge leaping over a small pond in the background. The caption called out for celebrating the hope of something going either spectacularly well, sealing happiness on the long term, or catastrophically wrong, because he was such an optimist. My heart leaped and bound in my chest when I saw this and falsely assumed it was in regards to me. I was a devout pink color and flowers enthusiast; my own social media - the one where this was posted - being majorly constituted of flowers, nature, butterflies and other artistically invasive macro shots of the smaller wonders of nature. Hope is indeed a beautiful silk wearing sharp sword. Assuming that a potential love message was destined for me, solely based off a few flirty interactions, however honest and genuine from my end did not in any way shape or form requested similar authenticity from his end, and I am the only one at fault for having ever believed we had that shared intent towards each other. I was the first to congratulate him on that. Because it's who I am. Even if I had a lingering doubt in the back of my mind, which I unceremoniously hushed and tried to silence. I wanted my happy hopeful dream of eternal bliss and happiness.

But ... nothing happened, for the most of the spring and summer. Flirtation continued, cordial, adorable, silly, fun, light hearted. Burning with passionate fire on my end; calm, cool and collected on his. I should have seen the red flags. But I willfully ignored them.

Came summer and came another wild hope. Maybe he would reveal the recipient of the pink lily at my birthday and make a grand gesture. My heart throbbed and swooned at the hope of it.

And my heart crashed and burned, and broke, and shattered. Although, I will give him credit, he did wait three days after my birthday, so as to not inflict salt and vinegar on the wound he knew he was surely inflicting. The stabbing felt ... actually it felt truly spectacularly painful, given it was a one side fling all along and he had zero obligation to return my sentiments and favors, attachment and dedication and all the lovely sappy romantic feelings I had poured into the hope of potentially one day "us". It was a sharp, barely bearable sting or pinch, like a fire heated sword plunged in the chest, straight through the heart and poking back out, with the distinctive burn and sharp pain through the soul. it's funny though, two years later, as I sit down and memorize this mess, I now only vaguely remember the pain. I remember being there, sitting with a friend, chatting over coffee and cake; my phone lit up with a notification, and curious, because I had recognized his name within a fraction of a glance, I swiped to see what the hubbub was about. And my heart sank and shattered. My friend told me I became livid, as if all life had been rightfully drained from my body from some unseen demonic entity. My hand trembled a little. My mouth was dry. My whole body, apparently was closer in appearance to that of a corpse than a living woman. The happiness, the carefree that had enveloped my friend and had been stripped, ripped right out of a two meter if not more, range and only a sense of heavy cold dread was now upon us. I instantly felt sorry for my friend, to have him dragged in a mess in which he did not belong. With a shaky hand, I rotated my phone and slid it in his direction so that he could see. He slurped his large coke, expecting anything but what was under his eyes, and with his knowledge and appreciation of my situation and feelings, I felt bad and responsible when I heard him, like a distant echo, choking on his beverage, take another sip to calm the irritation down.

I felt a complete fool and a renowned idiot. Pieces of a puzzle t thumped gracefully into one another. Privileged Lady. False Person. The Devil. Three of Cups. Three of Pentacles. The Moon. His thoughts. The Snake. The Cat. It all made sense. Hope had blinded me but now I was seeing clearly. Repeating patterns across various cartomancy and divination systems all told me the same thing. They all tried to warn me and I consciously and foolishly discarded them with a superior hand gesture; you are all wrong. Let me have this. Please. Please be wrong.

And then came September. The Thirteenth of the month, as an odd redemption ark.

[marauders70s]

#9. Fred & George Weasley [17/25]

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea." "Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-” "Or twice-" "A minute-" "All summer-" "Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

‘Merry Christmas!’ ‘Hey, look – Harry’s got a Weasley jumper, too!’ Fred and George were wearing blue jumpers, one with a large yellow F on it, the other with a large yellow G. ‘Harry’s is better than ours, though,’ said Fred, holding up Harry’s jumper. ‘She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.’ ‘Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?’ George demanded. ‘Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm.’ ‘I hate maroon,’ Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head. ‘You haven’t got a letter on yours,’ George observed, ‘I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know we’re called Gred and Forge.’

Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, ‘Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through …’ Percy was deeply disapproving of this behaviour. ‘It is not a laughing matter,’ he said coldly. ‘Oh, get out of the way, Percy,’ said Fred, ‘Harry’s in a hurry.’ ‘Yeah, he’s nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,’ said George, chortling.

‘Oh, that,’ said Ginny, giggling. ‘Well – Percy’s got a girlfriend.’ Fred dropped a stack of books on George’s head. ‘What?’ … ‘You won’t tease him, will you?’ she added anxiously. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it,’ said Fred, who was looking as if his birthday had come early. ‘Definitely not,’ said George, sniggering.

‘Harry!’ said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. ‘Simply splendid to see you, old boy –’ ‘Marvellous,’ said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry’s hand in turn. ‘Absolutely spiffing.’ Percy scowled. 

George: ‘We tried to shut him in a pyramid,’ he told Harry. ‘But Mum spotted us.’

‘The Ministry’s providing a couple of cars,’ said Mr. Weasley. Everyone looked up at him. ‘Why?’ said Percy, curiously. ‘It’s because of you, Perce,’ said George seriously. ‘And there’ll be little flags on the bonnets, with HB on them –’ ‘– For Humongous Bighead,’ said Fred. Everyone except Percy and Mrs. Weasley snorted into their pudding. 

‘What are we doing [in the chimney]? Has something gone wrong?’ ‘Oh, no, Ron,’ came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. ‘No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.’ 

‘Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?’ said Fred. ‘That was a sample of fertiliser from Norway!’ said Percy, going very red in the face. ‘It was nothing personal!’ ‘It was,’ Fred whispered to Harry, as they got up from the table. ‘We sent it.’ 

‘Anyone can speak Troll,’ said Fred dismissively, ‘all you have to do is point and grunt.’ 

‘Don’t be a prat, Neville, that’s illegal,’ said George. ‘They wouldn’t use the Cruciatus curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing… maybe you’ve got to attack him while he’s in the shower, Harry.’

‘Who’re you going with then?’ asked Ron. ‘Angelina,’ said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. ‘What?’ said Ron, taken aback. ‘You’ve already asked her?’ ‘Good point,’ said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, ‘Oi! Angelina!’ Angelina, who had been chatting to Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. ‘What?’ she called back. ‘Want to come to the ball with me?’ Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. ‘All right, then,’ she said, and turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting, with a bit of a grin on her face. ‘There you go,’ said Fred to Harry and Ron, ‘piece of cake.’

‘Hello, Harry,’ said George, beaming at him. ‘We thought we heard your dulcet tones.’ ‘You don’t want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,’ said Fred, also beaming. ‘There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn’t hear you.’

‘Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?’ enquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags. ‘Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,’ said Fred.

‘But you get these massive pus-filled boils, too,’ said George, ‘and we haven’t worked out how to get rid of them yet.’ ‘I can’t see any boils,’ said Ron, staring at the twins. ‘No, well, you wouldn’t,’ said Fred darkly, ‘they’re not in a place we generally display to the public.’ 

and finally, this iconic scene:

Umbridge: ‘You two,’ she went on, gazing down at Fred and George , ‘are about to learn what happens to wrong-doers in my school.’ ‘You know what?’ said Fred. ‘I don’t think we are.’ He turned to his twin. ‘George,’ said Fred, ‘I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.’ ‘Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself,’ said George lightly. ‘Time to test our talents in the real world, d’ you reckon?’ asked Fred. ‘Definitely,’ said George. And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together: ‘Accio brooms!’ … ‘We won’t be seeing you,’ Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick. ‘Yeah, don’t bother to keep in touch,’ said George, mounting his own. Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. ‘If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley — Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes,’ he said in a loud voice, ‘Our new premises!’ ‘Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat,” added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge. ‘STOP THEM!’ shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd. ‘Give her hell from us, Peeves.’ And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

[explanation] alright, alright, i know I posted wayyyyy too many quotes, but honestly fred & george are some of my favorite harry potter characters of all time, and I still cackled rereading these. I grew up lowkey in love with Fred Weasley (and still captain my proud little Fredmione ship). More than that, I love what good brothers the twins were. It doesn’t seem it at first, but please consider that Harry was their brother as much as Ron. They watched out for him during quidditch games, made fun of the people making fun of him, stuck up for him when people called him a liar, and were generally the kind of witty, kind, and ride or die loyal people who you could count on to get you out of an abusive situation - even if they had to steal a car to do it. There aren’t many people you can count on for things like that. I will never, ever forgive J.K. for killing Fred, and in a way killing George. The Weasley twins were no more...only one brother, left without his whole self in more ways than an ear. 

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