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chappellroansdreamgirl · 6 months

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ellie with a mean gf!

(prjoecting like a mf rn...)

a/n - i have been very unmotivated to write full-fleshed stuff so i'm deciding to write drabbles/headcannons for now. also THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION ON CH.1 OF GOOD LUCK, BABE! it makes my heart smile that you guys love it so much... also😭😭...: @sweetcici11 srry that i lied and said ur fic would be out a few nights ago. i'm really trying to finish it but i don't want to rush it and it be shitty. i really want it to be enjoyable and as good as it can be. but i PROMISE you it WILL be posted... sooner or later! i also have a few more drafts to finish too, so, i hope you guys like them when they come out!!!!!

content warnings - fluff, i'm a bitch and i want to feel loved and think that someone can put up with my cuntiness😝😝 , over-usage of commas probably, i think they're low-key kind of toxic?!?!?!?! , guys i promise i'm not this bad i've just been pretty insufferable these last few days and need an outlet 😭😭 .

i wrote way more than i thought i was going to...

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- you both hated each other at first. ...well actually, you hated her, and she was like, "😞😞" and then got used to it after a while and started being mean back 2 u!!

- dina introduced ellie to you when you both were hanging out with her. "you guys are going to love each other🥰!" ... you didn't 🤗 !

- ellie said hi to you and all you did was look her up and down, stare at her for a few seconds and then turn your head.

- everytime ellie would (attempt to) strike up a conversation you would give an overtly enthusiastic response or just stare at her like she had two heads or just blatantly ignore her. dina is over there like, '😟😟 . can we not have one good day...' when dina would leave for short periods of time and ellie was sure that you didn't like her, she would just talk about anything to get your blood boiling, our girl lllloooovvveessss to push buttons, we know this to be true.

- it got worse yet more tolerable after that. whenever she'd see you at gatherings or parties, you'd do your damnest to stay away from/avoid her. and she'd do her damnest to get you as upset with her as possible. it always ended with not-so-playful not-so-friendly banter!

- you were talking with jesse about something on the couch, and ellie came over and DELIBERATELY, DELIBERATELY... interrupted you 🤗 ! :

you shoot daggers at her face with your eyes, your jaw set hard and your eyes narrowed.

ellie tried to feign innocence, raising a brow at you after she looked over to see your facial expressions long after she felt them.. "what are you looking at me like that for🤨🤨?" , "i was fucking talking, you're being rude." , "if i have to get used to you being a bitch, you got to do the same." , you just huffed at her response and crossed your arms before walking off a few minutes after, realizing that the conversation you were having with jesse earlier was indeed over. ellie smirked to herself, victory was her's!

- she started calling you the nickname brat out of the blue... it blindsided tf out of you. here's the origin story!:

you look at ellie with a disgusted look on your face as she exhales smoke. her glazed over eyes meet yours before she offers the joint to you, out of genuine kindness. "want a hit?" she asked, forgetting how much of a bitch you were for, like, 0.2 seconds. you glare at her for a moment longer before plastering a sarcastic smile on your face, snatching the joint from her fingertips and dropping it onto the floor. you kept her eyes on yours as you stomped and smushed it into the ground.

now she remembered.

she stood up instantaneously, she was pissed. "what the fuck?!" she shouted, earning a few looks from some friends across the room. they strained their necks for a little bit before they saw you, it made sense now, and then turned back to the conversation.

you close your eyes for a slight second as a satisfied smile graced the corners of your lips. "you know i don't smoke, ellie." you responded with in a condescendingly sweet voice.

she didn't even argue with you. "you're such a fuckin' brat." she muttered under her breath before walking away. you had to try your very best to ignore the heartbeat in your pussy. (🤗!)

- she didn't get to see how much effect that title had on you that night, but she noticed afterwards.

- one time you didn't say anything to ellie during a hangout, distracted by someone you disliked more than her. ellie kind of missed it☹️☹️ .

you were brought out of your thoughts when you felt her cold hand touch your shoulder. when you noticed it was her who was doing it, you pulled back with a furrow of her brows. ellie smiled. there she was.

"you haven't said one mean thing to me since i've gotten here. are you dying?"

you scoffed as you pointed in the direction your anger was radiating from. it was a girl ellie saw here and there in jackson, sometimes she was paired with her during patrols, she wasn't crazy about her but she paid no mind to her existence.

"what?- what does this have to do with me-"

"what it has to do with you, is that you should feel honored that i can tolerate you... can't fuckin' stand that bitch."

ellie scoffed before speaking up once more, "oh, c'mon you're being dramatic. don't be a brat."

your eyes went wide for a second and as you turned away, she could see the cheek that was facing her turn an embarrassing shade of red. she found your weakness.

- when you guys started dating, no one, and i mean NO ONE, believed it. (i don't feel like writing how u two got together maybe if y'all like this enough i'll make a full-fleshed oneshot abt it😭.)

- joel saw you guys together... like, not arguing, and HER head on YOUR shoulder... he thought he got laced with acid for a quick second there... jesse felt like he missed a couple chapters and felt very sad that he hadn't caught onto it quicker... and dina was so proud of herself, "told you, you guys would love each other 😁." she's so smug, I LOVE HER!

- she constantly has to reprimand you like you're a child when you guys are around someone you obviously don't like for whatever reason. once whoever left the room, ellie'll pinch your shoulder or your thigh, whatever skin is on display at the moment, not too hard, just to get you to wince a bit. you'll make a face at her afterwards. "ow, what the fuck was that for ellie?" , "we can talk shit when we get home, don't make a scene🙄." you stress her out sometimes...

- just bcs you guys are together DOES NOT mean your attitude has gone away.

whenever ellie and you have gotten in an argument, you're always being extra sarcastic and EXTRA BITCHY just to get on her nerves.

"baby, have you seen my gun?" she asks you, breaking the silence voluntarily as she's two minutes from being late to patrol.

you don't look up to her, you keep on looking at the pages of an old magazine. "idk ellie, did you check to see if it was shoved up your ass."

she just stands there for a second like this 🧍‍♀️ , before sighing and walking somewhere else to find it. "i'll fuckin' deal with you later." she mutters under her breath, obviously annoyed. you smirk to yourself as you flip another page.

- she does love, however, that you've gotten gentler with her since the relationship blossomed between you two. very few people (dina and ellie... sometimes jesse.) can get you to stop, and ellie is proud of herself that she could add beast-tamer to the top of her list of many skills and talents.

- sometimes she has to calm you down, sometimes all it takes is a stare in your direction. ... well, it's oftentimes a glare... you're your own woman/person and a relationship will not restrict you from showing off your talents!!!!!

- ellie has to constantly keep you from getting into arguments that could harm you physically. although your craft of bitchery is amazing, you can't fight to save your life.

she'll be pulling you back like an angry barking dog on a leash.

"i could've fucking took h-" , "you overestimate yourself a lot, baby."

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 9 days

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hii i was wondering if you could do logan with reader that owns a cat and the cat acts JUST LIKE HIM and he cant stand it until reader points it out. thank you!!!!

I loved this request! I have my own little cat, so I wanted this to be as well written as possible. I'm sorry it took so long to be posted. I hope you like it! If you do, please like, comment, and reblog! It really helps me with motivation to keep posting on here <3

This is my kitten rocket 🤭

Logan was never afraid to meet anyone in your life. He had met your friends and family; he met your colleagues and even your old roommate, but for some reason, everyone is telling him he should be afraid to meet your cat.

Logan can remember every warning he got from the people in your life when they found out he hadn't met your cat yet. "Oh, that's her baby" "Oh he has brought a lot of joy into her life since she found him, he really is her number one" "That cat hates anyone that comes over-I swear it's crazy" "Her cat is just very territorial, very protective" "Make sure you wear shoes, he goes for the toes."

He scoffed at these warnings, it's still just a cat. He wanted your cat to like him, of course he did but he also wasn't afraid to meet the damn thing. He knew you loved you cat, that was your baby, and you took care of him more than you took care of yourself something Logan hated, but he didn't think it mattered what a cat thought of him.

You usually would stay at his place after a night out, but for the past few dates, you two went back to your place instead. It wasn't a big deal, but you were worried for how your cat would react to a strange man coming into his territory. "He just doesn't like people Lo', I don't want him to lash out at you." He could hear in your voice how worried you truly were, and he tried his best to reassure you that the cat and him would get along just fine.

He lied to you. Logan can't stand that fucking cat and that cat has it out for him too. The first night the cat didn't even come out of hiding, it completely broke your heart and Logan ended up leaving a bit earlier than planned because you were worried for your cat's wellbeing, as he was leaving he heard you cooing at the cat calling him your baby and your handsome man and though he'd never admit it aloud a twinge of jealous did echo through Logan's chest. The next night the cat did come out of hiding, just so he could attack Logan's legs. When Logan didn't kick him across the room like he wanted to you came and put the cat in your bedroom. "I am so sorry!! Are you okay??" You exclaimed while you closed the door to your room before trying to check on his scratches even though they healed before you could. He grumbled... sort of whined a bit too, and honestly, he was enjoying the attention, so maybe he milked the injury? Sue him.

What really pushed him over the edge was your cat literally pushing him over the edge. It was around 1 in the morning, and you had just fallen asleep. Logan was holding you in his arms and trying his best to fall asleep himself when the door to your bedroom creaked open. Logan, now fully awake, sits up, trying not to disturb you and is greeted with a sharp meow and sharp little claws to the stomach. "Mother fucker" Logan mumbled under his breath as he pushed the cat off of him, "why are you even in here?" he asked quietly so he wouldn't wake you but sharply enough to try and scare the cat away. The cat meowed louder than before as if he was arguing back and went to lay on your chest, purring as he curled himself into a ball. Logan was pissed but he tried to stay cool and just ignore the cat, then around 4 in the morning, Logan was awoken to his body meeting your bedroom floor. When he stood up, he looked at the bed and saw your fucking cat in his spot. "That's it." Logan had enough and grabbed a blanket before going to the couch.

You woke him up hours later, very confused as to why he was on the couch and was replaced by a cat in the middle of the night. "Baby?" You asked softly, handing him his cup of coffee, "don't. Just don't." He grumbles and sips his coffee, sending your cat a glare as he walks around smugged.

Logan refuses to lose against a damn cat!

It's just a stupid cat, not even 4 months old yet. So why was he letting its behavior get to him so much? Because it was your cat, and even if Logan wasn't ready to admit it yet he really did love you and for some reason you loved that asshole cat more than the world so for fuck sake that cat will like him even if it is the last thing he does in his very long life.

Honestly, it was truly ironic if Logan took the time to think about it. Your cat was a grump. He didn't want people around unless he allowed them to be around, and even then, he wanted his distance. But not when it came to you. When you were around, that cat was glued to you and had the loudest purr Logan had ever heard, and your cat really did get protective of you. It was something Logan had never seen before. Usually, cats don't care, but if you came home upset, the cat wouldn't settle down until you did, too. If he took the time to really think about it, maybe he could see the resemblance the cat shared with another grump you have allowed into your life that you loved more than the world.

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not-goldy · 1 month

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Nah the way Jk whipped it in the parking lot and hit he brakes had me dying. He trying to give Jimin whiplash. Just eating the hell out of my popcorn and watching.

Jk: You're here. FINALLY Jm: I miss V. Jk: ?? okay lets call him. Jm: Should we call RM. Jk: Hi Taehyung Hyung, you're adorable, I love you. Jm: Lets call Suga. Jk: I miss members. Jm: I'm a member. Jk: ….

They really went to bed fighting & woke up fighting. Alexa Play, Pillowtalk by Zayn.

"So we'll piss off the neighbors. In the place that feels the tears. The place to lose your fears. Yeah, reckless behavior. A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw. In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day. Fucking and fighting on. It's our paradise and it's our war zone."

Lmho

I think we saw different shows🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I nearly posted a meme about them going to bed but was saving it for my analysis on my other blog.

They didn't go to bed angry at all. Like I said, by evening Jungkook's anger had been dispelled.

He was literally singing the moment he saw that bed that night and exclaimed he "loved this" while rolling on the bed😭

Went on and slept passed out next to Jimin- probably the best night in a long time for him stress free with a warm sexy boy next to him😩😩😩😩

Then he went out and made a stone flower for Jimin the next morning and prayed to it for him to get better. Called Jimin to come and pray for good health too. Again I don't know bout yall but that was sweet as fuck.

But for real, someone seemed excited to go to bed next to Jimin the previous night🤣🤣🤣🤣

Woke up well rested and in a good zen mood😌

And Jimin had to stink the room for sure but he was like don't mind me at all go poop it out I'll just lie here and sniff it all in🥴💀💀💀💀

And by the way he was the one who diagnosed Jimin with a stomach bug and said they had to get medicine the next day cos it must be a stomach bug.

I don't think they woukd have gotten drugs for Jimin at all because until Jungkook pointed out he needed to take something for it, the crew did nothing for JM even though they knew about it throughout the day when he would run off to use the loo every where they went to.

And he didn't tell JK about it earlier. Jk had to keep asking where Jimin was throughout the day when he would disappear out of the blue.

If he didn't care at all he wouldn't have been searching for him any time he disappeared. Even with V, he still asked where that man was when he wasn't coming.

Dude literally hopped and skipped away from Tae just to catch up with JM. And not to make this a competition but when JM said he regretted coming to be with JK JK said well its too late for that now 🤭

Meanwhile Tae said I shouldn't have come and he said go then. This is our show anyway 🥴

So I dont know why people are exaggerating his sass towards Jimin😩

To be frank, I would have fled the room if anyone was taking a dump three feet from where I slept I don't care if Jimin's shit smells like roses🥴

Jungkook just sniffed it all in if that's not love I don't know what is😩😩😩😩

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darnell-la · 2 months

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𝗪𝗵𝘆? 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹

pairing: protective!rafe cameron x druggie!pogue!reaser

warning: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, drugged, assaults mentioned (not Rafe), hair pulling, slapping, mean pet names, etc.

note: we love a dark, mean, or overprotective Rafe Cameron, but author “S” decided to write a sweet Rafe towards a pogue.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Being a Pogue isn’t easy. Most Kooks say they get off and get whatever they want because their island focuses more on the Pogues. That’s easy for someone to say who gets money consistently every week.

Y/n works at the golf bar, serving people who hate her. Most of the time, she doesn’t get a tip, but if she does, it’s a big amount for a group of kids who want to show how much they have versus her.

Being on the island is cruel, and the only thing y/n feels is worth her time, is sitting at the beach, getting high and drunk anytime she can.

“Just need a few grams pre-rolled,” y/n said as she walked through Barry’s trailer. “Gave you a lil extra since my last client pissed me off. Same price, don’t worry about the rest,” Barry said before hanging y/n a bag.

Y/n left Barry’s trailer and headed to work. Today was going to be a rough day. It was a Friday, and everyone came here towards the end of the day because of the weekend.

“Hey, y/n! — Could you handle that table over there?” Y/n’s boss asked, and before looking, she said “Yes,”. Anything he asked for, she’d do for the extra tips he usually gives her from the tip jar overnight.

“Hey, guys! I’ll be your waitress for the night. My name is y/n, and I’m here for whatever you need,” Y/n fumbled her notepad, a bit nervous to cover a huge table of teen boys who usually treat her bad.

“Didn’t know they had pretty Pogue’s,” a boy said. Y/n looked up, finally getting a better look at their faces. She knew them all from school. Some are in every class she takes.

“Oh shit, you’re that Pogue with all A’s. Hey, girl!” A dude said. You smiled with a nod, not really wanting to talk. “Let’s order,” a boy that she noticed right away. Rafe Cameron.

Everyone knows how he feels about Pogues. He fights them. Embarrassed them. Steals from them. She had to stay nice today before he made something up to get her fired. She didn’t know what he was capable of tonight.

“And make sure to do it snappy, dirty princess,” a boy said before y/n walked off with all of their orders. The comment didn’t bother her, since she’s heard worse.

“Isn’t she like top of the class?” Rafe randomly asked, interrupting his friend’s conversations. “Yeah, why?” Topper asked. “Why is she here? Workin’ as a waiter,” he asked, knowing these jobs are for the lowest.

“She’s still a Pogue. Heard they don’t cover her stay at the dorms, so she stays at her dump,” Kelce said, making the table laugh. Rafe chuckled but felt off doing so.

He saw her earlier today, leaving Barry’s trailer. He was curious if they were fucking, so he asked him when he came for his usual order. “I wish,” was Barry’s response.

If she was any other Pogue, he would’ve known they were there for drugs, but her? She didn’t seem like the type. Top of her class and knew what she was doing. Why was a girl like her drugging up?

Throughout the night, y/n was moving back and forth between tables. Luckily, more tables than usual tipped her.

She thought this was finally going to be a good night until the Rafe’s table got drunk. They began making noises, throwing shots at y/n every time she walked past or served them more drinks.

She didn’t notice, but Rafe was the only one who didn’t say anything. His friends tried to convince him, but he said he “wasn’t in the mood,”.

“Ayo!? — Where’s my beer?” A Timothy asked. Y/n quickly made his drink and ran over to serve. “Took you long enough. Might take a dollar or two off your tip,” he said as the table chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I was pretty busy-“ she tried explaining herself. “Doing what? Stealing. Oh, shit, people! Check your pockets!” He shouted, embarrassing her, but she tried her best not to show it.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” she said. Seconds later, the boy pulled y/n onto his lap. “Let’s hope not, or you’ll have to make up for it, hm?” He said. Y/n wanted to slap him, but she couldn’t. She’s never been in a position like this.

“Right, princess?” He asked in her ear as his hands traveled her body. “Y-Yes sir,” she stuttered as the table laughed but Rafe. “How about you take a break and stay here with us. Talk about yourself,” Kelce suggested.

“Yeah, do that,” Timothy focused on her curves as she shook in embarrassment and lack of comfort. “I-I wish, but I can’t. I have other tables,” she said, moving to leave, but Timothy tightened his grip on her.

“But Ian done with you yet,” he said. Of course, his friends found it funny. Y/n tried pushing his hands off of her respectfully and leaving, but he didn’t like that. “Kinda hot when a Pogue resists,” he said before sniffing and lightly kissing her neck.

Y/n yelled as she strongly pushed off of him. “C’mon, baby-“ he went to reach for her but she quickly gave him a punch to his face, causing him to fall out of his chair. He was drunk and it was unexpected.

“Hey!” His Friends said as they got up. Even Rafe. “The fuck is your problem!” Another friend yelled at her, pushing her to the ground roughly.

“Hey, hey! — What’s going on here?” Y/n’s boss asked as Y/n got up. “This Pogue punched me!” Timothy said. “What!? You fuckin’ touched me without permission!” Y/n yelled back.

“It was a joke you crazy bitch,” Timothy touched his lip, feeling an open cut. “I’m bleeding! Is this what you hire!?” He yelled, shocking the boss. “You basically sexually assaulted me!” Y/n yelled.

“Barley, you freak. Why would I want something like you? A fuckin’ Pogue!” He yelled, aching y/n’s stomach. How could someone do what he did, and then talk to you like you meant nothing.

“Y/n, go home,” her boss spoke. “But-“ she tried saying. “Go home! Take the rest of the week off,” he said. Kelce and some of the rest laughed, knowing that would fuck with her income. Getting paid all week wasn’t great for her.

Y/n stormed out of her job in anger, pissed off that the Kooks always get what they want. Her boss has cameras, and he didn’t think twice about looking. This was bullshit!

It’s been hours since y/n got home. She couldn’t help but drink and light a couple to ease her mind. She was overthinking and hurt. What if she lost her job? How could she possibly live decently?

On the other hand, Rafe got into a fight with Timothy after he brought up the fact he made sure to talk to her boss and tell him if she came back, he’d sue the place.

Rafe was disgusted. He started the whole situation and ended it like some bitch. Y/n had been nice to the table all night, and he repaid her like that? No. He didn’t like that one bit.

“How could you choose a Pogue over your homies!?” Timothy had yelled at him before Rafe left. Rafe didn’t know got to answer, but he knew this wasn’t right. Something in him saw the real struggle of a Pogue that he’d never paid attention to before.

It’s early in the morning. Y/n’s awake and Rafe is at her front door. He quickly knocked, needing to talk to her about last night.

Y/m groaned, hoping this wasn’t one of her friends. They know she’s unavailable before 12pm. “What!?” She dragged before opening the door to face with a Kook. A Kook at her door was new.

“What do you want?” She asked, slightly closing the door. She didn’t know what he was here for. “Are you seriously high? At this hour?” Rafe asked, feeling anger run through his body instantly.

“Why do you care? Not like you don’t snort white dust every night,” she said. “I’ve been clean. For 2 years,” she said with a straight face. Y/n felt horrible. Why would she bring someone else’s addictions up?

“I — I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ she tried apologizing. “It’s okay,” he genuinely said. “But what’s not okay, is you high at this time of day. That’s not good for you,” he said, making her roll her eyes. Who is he to tell her what she should do.

“What did you come here for?” She asked, not wanting to talk to Rafe Cameron about her drug life. What if he used it against her. “To apologize for my friend. Had to teach him a lesson last night,” y/n said, confused.

Rafe lifted his hands, causing y/n to flinch. She soon realized he was trying to show her his knuckles. He had to beat Timothy good.

“Oh my god, Rafe!” She said. “Nah uh — Why the fuck did you flinch?” Rafe asked, feeling so much confusion that was covering his anger. “I-I don’t know,” she said. “Does someone beat you or some shit?” He asked as he looked passed her for any signs of a partner.

“Were you beat?” He asked. “God, no, Rafe. I was just- I thought you were gonna hit me,” she said. “Why would I hit you!?” He slightly shouted. “I don’t know! Maybe because you fight JJ and John B any second you get!” Y/n yelled in his face.

Rafe wasn’t expecting this morning to go like this. He came to apologize. Hope he could learn more about her, but now he sees how she sees him. As another Timothy.

“Look, y/n — I’ve been done with that for years. Plus, I’ve never hit a woman in my life. I came here to have a decent conversation with you, that’s all,” Rafe spoke.

“Well, I’m not up for speaking. Needa figure out how to make money since I woke up to an email, firing me from my one and only job,” she said, slightly mad at him, but only because he’s a Kook.

“I can help you,” he said, making her scoff. “No — No way Ima let some Kook, better yet, Rafe Cameron help me get a job because he sees me as some weak girl,” she said, about to close her front door, but he pushed it open, all the way.

“Y/n, I’m trying to help you. Can you not see that?” He asked. “No, I can’t! All you do is lie and-“ she tried continuing. “That was years ago! Just because you haven’t changed, doesn’t mean I couldn’t!” He yelled in her face.

The two were silent. Y/n was silenced. He was right, and she knew that. Why is she blaming a random Kook for her lifestyle? She’s the one who uses up her money for drugs. Not him. Her.

“Bye, Rafe,” y/n said in a low soft voice as she closed her front door. Rafe’s mouth opened, but he didn’t know what to say. Why would he yell at her life that? He knows how he used to feel when people yelled at him and he was hooked on drugs.

Fast forward to the weekend. Y/n’s outside on some Kook’s house party patio, smoking a joint while she made conversation with Barry.

She hadn’t been to a Kook party in months, but now that she’s unemployed, she had time. Barry also offered her a free supply if she came tonight, so she did.

Dressed in a tight sundress she bought herself last year. She knew she looked good. She hated going to parties, and looking like a Pogue, even though people already knew who she was.

“Needa make my rounds. See ya inside?” Barry said before leaving her outside to smoke alone. Y/n took a drag of her joint before walking her head back. She felt great. Being broke was finally out of her mind.

“Unemployed princess is here? What a surprise. Haven’t seen you at one of these in a while,” Timothy spoke as he came from behind her. Her mood was instantly ruined.

“Could you like, piss off? You’ve done enough in my life,” y/n said, going to take another drag until one of his friends slapped it out of her hand.

“Hey!” She went to get up until Timothy pushed her back onto the couch. Hard. “Don’t get feisty. No one’s here to save your ass,” he said, pointing to the big crowd that wasn’t paying attention to them. He and she knew they wouldn’t help her. She’s a Pogue after all.

“Look — I just want to have a relaxing night. I’m sorry for slapping you-“ she said. “Punching,” Kelce interrupted. “Yeah — Punched, and that shit hurt,” Timothy said before grabbing a fist full of her hair.

“Have you ever been punched in the face, Pogue? Because I could show ya,” he said as y/n stayed still. What would she possibly do? His grip was hard. She felt pain through their whole scalp.

“But actually, — You’re too pretty, for that. Maybe apologize instead,” he suggested. “I-I’m sorry. I won’t do-“ she tried saying. “Nah uh — Not that kind of apology,” Timothy’s hand traced down to his crotch before he gripped it, giving her his idea.

His friends laughed as she looked at him in disgust and shock. Out here? In front of anyone? What kind of human is he?

“No way,” she said, moving to get up but he quickly slapped her across her face, causing her to fall onto the couch she was sitting on.

“Goddamn Pogue,” he spoke as he climbed into her, quickly tugging on her dress. Y/n screamed and kicked as his friends stood around, laughing and drinking at the sight of their friend trying to assault her once again.

Rafe had seen the scene a while ago. As soon as he saw the group walk up to her, he made his way towards them. He was sadly across the yard, talking to Topper, so he couldn’t stop the slap Timothy gave her.

He knew when he got over to them, he’d go off. How dare he mess with her after he told him not to last night.

“Piece of fucking shit,” Rafe said as he pulled the boy off of y/n and instantly threw a punch to his face. “Oh shit,” one of the boys shouted, making people look their way. Finally.

“What did I say?” Rafe asked before giving him a punch. “Told you to leave her alone, didn’t I, huh? Didn’t I!?” He punched again. “Told you what would happen if I caught you near her again, didn’t I?” Rafe kept lunching.

Y/n grabbed her bag and ran off, pushing through the group in embarrassment. The dress was ripped, and her bar was on display. Her tits even showed a bit. She had to get away.

The poor girl ran to the beach to get away from the human noises. She needed something to block out her thoughts. Their voices.

She thought the waves would help, but it didn’t. The waves were very loud, but the thoughts were louder. He was going to use her. He ripped at her clothes, and no one helped. People watched. Laughed. Talked. No one helped.

Y/n threw her bag to the ground and scattered through it, trying to find a blunt Barry he’d just given to her. She needed something. Badly.

She quickly grabbed one and lit it with a drag, rushing the smoke into her lungs until it burned. She coughed but felt better. She always does, until she doesn’t.

Y/n kept taking drags, noticing the taste was different, but who cares. As long as this shit gets her what she needs.

“Y/n!?” Rafe yelled out as he ran the way she ran. After he was done with Timothy, he told Topper who ran over to the scene, to call the cops on him. He needed to be thrown away for what he did to y/n.

“Y/n!?” Rafe basically screamed, needing to know where she was. Why did she run this way? Towards the water? At night? That’s dangerous. What if she somehow got in the water and drowned? He needed to find her.

“Y/n!” He continued yelling by/n could hear him, but her kind was so where else. His voice and the waves were going through her kind like crazy, but she curled up and ignored them.

He blunt, lighter, and bag laid next to her curled body. She felt different. She felt like everything was attacking her at once. She could feel his hands on her and people encouraging his actions.

“Why the hell y/n,” Rafe ran across the girl and dropped to his knees. “Y/n - Y/n!” He pulled her to sit on her up to sit. Her eyes were closed and she shook her head.

“D-Don’t — Please! I-I’ll do better!” She cried out. “Oh my god,” Rafe looked at her, feeling pain in his heart. She was beyond fucked in the head. He remembers how it felt.

“We gotta get you out of here,” Rafe said as he put out her blunt and then put it and the lighter in her bag. He threw the bag over his shoulders and tightened the straps before throwing y/n over his own shoulder. It took a lot, but he got it done.

“S-Sorry, sorry! — I’m so sorry!” She cried out. Rafe’s eyes filled with tears. What is she thinking right now? Does she think he’ll hurt her? He hated the thought of that. He’d never do that.

On the way to Rafe’s dorm, y/n was knocked out. He watched her all night, and she didn’t drink or smoke enough to be like this.

Rafe searched through her bag after he parked, to take a look at her blunt he saw Barry give her. He never trusted Barry, and he was right not to.

He could see the mixture of hashish and some Xani bars crushed into her roll-up. “He’s so fuckin’ dead,” Rafe said to himself. He’ll be sending the cops after him too.

Y/n is now in Rafe’s bed, sound asleep. He changed her into his T-shirt and shorts so she’d be comfortable. He didn’t want her waking up in the dress some Kook ripped at.

Y/n woke up later the next day. Her mind was fuzzy, but she felt fine. She felt like she’s gotten the best sleep she’s ever had.

The girl went to go back to sleep until she remembered she never made it back to her bed. Whose bed is she in?

Y/n slowly turned around in the bed, noticing someone was next to her. When she finally saw the man, her heart dropped. What did she do?

“Rafe,” y/n said as her heart began to pound. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but her body did. She was stunned.

Rafe groaned as he turned towards y/n. His eyes were closed because he was still in his sleep. “Fuck,” she said low, trying to think of what she should do. She can’t wake up and have a normal conversation with Rafe. In Rafe bed. In Rafe Cameron’s fucking bed.

Y/n took her time but managed to get out of bed without waking him up. That’s when she noticed she had his clothes on. God, this isn’t looking good for her.

Y/n slowly tipped-toed to Rafe’s room door, pulling in the handle but it wouldn’t open. She pulled hard and noticed a keyhole. With a missing key. Did he lock the door?

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Rafe spoke, making y/n jump. “Fuck, I — Hey! Hey,” she said, pushing her body up against his door. She was in his dorm. This day was getting worse by the second.

“Why don’t you come back over here and lay down. Was a long night last night,” he said. Y/n tried thinking of the night, but nothing was clicking. Not one thing until her eyes landed on her dress on his desk.

Her ripped dress. The dress that Timothy ripped when he tried groping her last night. The dress people watch gets tugged on while they watch.

“O-Oh my god, her heart skipped a breath as she spoke. Y/n placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself down. Rafe noticed and quickly got up and ran towards her.

“Nah uh, c’mere,” Rafe slowly walked y/n to his bed until she was sat. “Don’t stress — Nothing happened. I finished the job. You won’t ever have to worry about him again,” Rafe said, trying to calm her down.

“B-But-“ she tried saying. “Nah uh, no buts. I got it. I got you. You’re safe and sound. I won’t ever let him or anyone hurt you again,” he said. “Including yourself, so we’re gonna have to figure out this drinking and smoking problem,” he said as she looked at him.

“Yep, and it’s gonna be easy. You have me and-“ she went to say. “T-That’s not possible. Rehab costs money and — And I’m broke,” she said as tears streamed down her face. So much hit her head.

“Hey — Baby. I’ve got you, I said. I’m gonna pay for you, and you’re gonna get clean in no time,” Rafe said, but y/n’s mind stopped at the name he called her. Baby?

“Baby?” She asked. “Yes, a-and I know that confuses you. Fuck — It confused me, but I can’t just watch you ruing yourself. I refuse,” he said like he’s been her friend for years.

“B-But I need it,” she said low. “Why? You’re too beautiful for that shit. You can’t just up and smoke and drink your life away. You’re smart and the best out of all of us in school,” Rafe said.

“Yet, I’m broke. Have no family. Barely any friends. I have no one,” her head lowered. “That’s not true,” he lifted her head slow and softly. “You’ve got me. And I promise, I’m not talking out of my ass. On my father, I’m not,” he said.

Everyone knows Rafe Cameron wants to impress his father, Ward Cameron, so his saying that, was slightly believed y/n. But words need action, and she doesn’t know how those actions can happen in her life. Who would up and help a Pogue?

“Gonna get you clean, get to know you, change the way you see the world. You can change the way people see Pogue’s, y/n. You changed me. And that was without a word being spoken to me,” he placed both of his hands on either side of her cheeks.

“You’re so special, y/n. I’ve always seen it, but never sat and thought about it. I was stupid. Shit, I still and for keeping that motherfucker alive, but don’t worry. I’ll do whatever you need. You need this, y/n. You deserve a better life,” Rafe added.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word. Y/n ended up pulling safe into a hug. A hug, thanking him for speaking to her like she meant something.

#rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe obx #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #outer banks pogues #obx pogues #pogues for life #outer banks

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megaderping · 1 year

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Saw a rather mean post last night, and genuinely, I do not understand how people can play Persona 5 (particularly Royal), and come out thinking Akechi genuinely hates Joker when Morgana outright states for the audience, "You don't really hate Joker, do you?" Akechi laments how they didn't meet a few years earlier and how they could've been "great rivals, perhaps even friends." o_O Like... is this a vanilla thing? I genuinely don't get it. The interrogation room wasn't even his idea (SIU director mentions as much). It's not even about the ship- the game spells out that their bond is more complex, and it just so happens that a lot of people like to explore it as one. Even as platonic, tho, there's a shit ton of depth. Idk, any time I see discourse (especially people making fun of Shuake fans and stuff), I just question how many people actually paid attention to the dialogue. Even the "I hate you speech" reads as him being extremely emotionally constipated and conflicted. Plus, y'know...

Very hateful. Sure. :p Idk, maybe certain playthroughs of the game remove all those moments where the game spells out that they have a special bond (Maruki even states it isn't based on hatred, but that's only if you get his third awakening). Just wish people would get off their high horses, if anything. Sometimes I see people get really condescending about liking Akechi or liking Shuake, and like... just block the tags if you don't like these things instead of posting untagged ship/character bashing and making fun of fans? At least have the decency to tag it as something that Shuake fans can filter because some of those posts are really mean-spirited. :/ You think we haven't heard it all before? I may be new to the fandom, but I have heard that this BS has been going on for years.

I don't think it really matters if there are "healthier" ship options because some of us prefer the messiness, the depth, and complexity. It's not for everyone, and I respect favoring more straightforwardly sweet and wholesome dynamics or wishing your favorite pair got more spotlight. I'm a Riku and Kairi shipper in Kingdom Hearts, for crying out loud. :P I get it, but you're not gonna win anyone over to your side by telling them that [insert ship here] is better. In my case, it makes me more averse because of how deeply their relationship in the confidant, engine room, and third sem touched me and seeing people go "yeah, but you are wrong for feeling that way, THIS is better" is just... yeah. :/ (Also, people gotta learn the difference between hitmen and serial killers. Akechi is the former, which I've ranted about before, but yeah.)

So many fandom problems could be solved if people didn't take the piss out of others for shipping something they don't personally like. x_x; By all means, feel the way you feel, it's okay to not like things.

#goro akechi #persona 5 #persona #persona 5 joker #joker p5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #not naming names but the amount of times i see people shit on shuake fans while ignoring blatant dialogue in the game #i was just trying to look for cool akechi posts last night #every time people make fun of shuake fans i like the other joker ships less and less tbh #the ship and the character mean so much to me #discourse

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sorchathered · 6 months

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Heard it through the grapevine

A/N- SNB Chapter 8 is coming on Wednesday, but to tie you all over here is a one shot of what’s been going on with Bradley in the aftermath of Mirage’s pregnancy announcement. Thank you guys for sticking with me on this journey!

Pairing- Bradley Bradshaw x OC (Mirage/Erin Riley)

Warnings- language, drinking, Bradshit being an idiot

Summary- Bradley is hungover as hell the morning after Mav’s wedding, what the did he get himself into overnight?

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Bradley had fucked his social life up to the highest degree in the past 6 months but even he had to admit this shit took the cake.

He’d gotten completely trashed last night, after months of trying to get sober, because his biggest insecurity played out right before his eyes. He’d be an idiot to deny he’d never been worried about Jake getting in the middle of his relationship over the past few years, the man had an ego the size of his home state and he wasn’t bad to look at either. But you had always insisted it was platonic, never given him a single reason to doubt you, yet it somehow never stopped the jealousy that bloomed in him when he saw the two of you together. It was stupid really, he’d been the one to cheat on you in the end and burn everything he’d thought he wanted to the ground, but watching your former fiancée make out with the guy he’d always worried about and then get whisked away to no doubt fuck each others brains out stung a little. So he did what he knew best, drown himself in bourbon and promptly pass out at home, or at least that’s what he thought had happened.

He woke up the next morning feeling worse than he had after that rager in his frat house right before graduation, every step had him convinced he was going to throw up everywhere but his tiny french bulldog was a force of nature and she was insistent that they go outside. He was half dressed in his suit from the night before, no idea where his phone could be but that was a worry for future Bradley, right now he needed aspirin and coffee. Still trying to piece together what had happened in the aftermath, it looked as though he’d made quick work of destroying the leftover pizza and most of the lasagna he’d made earlier in the week, clearly couldn’t be bothered to close the fridge as the damn thing was wide open when he entered the room. The last of his expensive bourbon was gone, and it looked like he was out of beer as well. What a mess. As he set about to clean things up he heard his doorbell go off, then someone beating on his front door, what the hell could possibly be this important on a Sunday morning? He grumbled all the way to the entryway, flinging it open to find his best friend Natasha Trace looking even more pissed off than normal, clearly he’d fucked something up judging by the rage on her features.

“I’ve been calling you for HOURS! What did you do just fall off the face of the damn planet?!” She said as she elbowed her way into his living room, he didn’t have the energy for this he was sure but there was no point in stopping her now.

“I was asleep, and honestly I don’t know where the hell my phone went, I’m hungover as fuck right now Nat so can we just skip to the part where you tell me what I did wrong and yell at me?”

She rounded on him and he staggered back, a little nervous until he saw the look of pity across her face. “Bradley we need to find your phone, but first I need to show you something.”

He was going to pass out, he was sure of it. As she scrolled through her instagram to the profile of the girl he definitely shouldn’t still be sleeping with he was almost hopeful that she’d decided to move on from him and posted a new boyfriend, but he knew he couldn’t be that lucky and after all she had just been at his house earlier in the week, if she was seeing someone else she would’ve told him. Right?

What he most certainly didn’t expect was to come across a set of photos, pictures the two of them had taken and never posted because it didn’t seem right, and at the end a picture of a onesie and a positive pregnancy test. Oh he was definitely going to be sick.

Nat had shoved him into the bathroom to shower while she made a pot of coffee and Bradley was frozen in place as he watched the bathroom steam up. How the hell had he let this happen? Why wouldn’t she have said something to him before posting about it? He picked up his phone and looked at the photos again, he did like Mirage despite the circumstances that had started their entanglement, she was funny and very pretty, impulsive yes but he wouldn’t have thought she’d do this to him. He opened his texts to message her, they needed to sit down and discuss this in person, but as he opened them he realized just how drunk he’d been last night. There in the messages were all the answers he wanted, she had in fact told him first and he had told her to go for it about posting the announcement. He was such an idiot, how did he let himself get this way? He needed to piece together the rest of his night and fast, so he shot her a quick message to come over and jumped in the shower. He didn’t know how to fix this, but he knew he couldn’t avoid it this time.

Nat was furious with him, she’d found out through Stormy about everything leading up to their breakup and now finding out that he’d somehow green lit this pregnancy announcement while black out drunk had her fuming. “Do I need to pack you up and send you to a rehab facility Rooster?! What the hell has been going through your head lately?” She was shaking her head between death glares, in his entire navy career he’d always had Nat, since they met in training as young kids, and she’d never been angrier than she was right now. “I know Nat, I know I fucked it all up, but I can’t change it now. All I can do is sit down with Mirage and see how to go forward with this, I-I’m going to be a dad…Holy shit how the hell am I supposed to do this? What if I fuck this kid up? What if I-“ she puts her hand up to silence him, he’s spiraling now and that’s not going to help anyone.

“We are going to work this out ok? Just take a breath, we also need to find you a better therapist because this guy is obviously not teaching you anything beneficial.” She wasn’t wrong, the guy clearly just phoned it in and received his paycheck, Bradley had been going through the motions but not making any real progress. It was times like these he longed to have his parents around, maybe then everything wouldn’t have gotten so out of control.

Within the hour Mirage was at his door, Bradley let her in with a small smile and gestured for her to sit down, but when she saw Natasha she wavered; looking back at Bradley like a deer in headlights. “Relax Erin, I’m not here to whack you, I’m just moral support.” She says with an eye roll, and the girl, albeit irritated, finds a seat on the couch. “So I take it from your texts you drank a little too much last night, I had a feeling you’d be upset after the wedding but I didn’t think you’d forget our conversation entirely” she was frustrated, he knew she would be, especially considering how important that conversation was. “Look, Erin I know I keep fucking it up. I’m a mess, I never should have dragged you into it in the first place but here we are. I’m going to try at this, and you give me all the hell you need to because I really do want to make this work. If you want us to be a real family we can work at it, or if you just want me to co-parent I’ll respect your choices, but no matter what got us here I’m not going to keep letting you down.” He knew he didn’t have a right to promise anything, and he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t make a mistake again, but he knew what life was like without a dad, and he couldn’t let that happen to his child. His child. He was going to be a father.

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Before he knew it 6 months had passed, He and Erin had been going to couples therapy on top of seeing a new therapist for himself and Bradley could say with confidence he’d been sober for all of it. He wasn’t going to the bar like he used to, instead choosing to come home in the evenings to binge tv and cook dinner with his girlfriend. They had found out just last week that they were having a little boy, Nicholas Bradshaw jr. and truly Bradley couldn’t believe how well things had been going.

He’d been transferred to the Golden Warriors, still working out of North Island but no longer actively working with the Daggers, and while initially it had hurt he knew it had been for the best. His relationship with Jake had boiled over into his work life and he agreed that it was best that they work apart. Life was going well, which usually meant the other shoe was about to drop but he was feeling pretty confident. Until one fateful evening when he received a call after work from a distraught Maverick, Stormy’s plane had gone down over the Atlantic and she was in critical condition. Jake and Admiral Simpson were heading to Walter Reed in Maryland to meet her and they didn’t know when or if she’d wake up. He didn’t know what he could possibly do to help, and without realizing he had already dialed the number of his old wingman. No answer, which he expected but he left a voicemail of support nonetheless. Whatever happened now all he could do was pray that the kindest girl he’d ever met would be ok.

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Tagging- @mamamaystbr @mamachasesmayhem @bobgasm @attapullman @roosterforme @floydsglasses @shanimallina87 @jessicab1991 @the-aspiring-fanfic-writer @djs8891 @mrsevans90 @pinkdaisies9285 @nouis-bum @86laura11 @angelbabyyy99 @dizzybee03 @mygyn @jostan456 @dempy @its-the-pilot @kmc1989

#sacred new beginnings #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun rooster #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick #jake seresin

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lividria · 3 months

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Funny Story: The Thousand-Year Door (Part 2)

Yea, remember the time I made a post about how everyone associates me with this game's Vivian because that's also my name, I'm also trans and my OC persona character looks similar? I have now beaten TTYD and I already wasn't opposed because I liked the character but I used Vivian for literally as much time as possible once I got her so uh

Here's some of the highlights of my playthrough, spoilers obviously

In the chapter 8 Shadow Sirens rematch (I know they're the Three Shadows now but I'm used to the old name, fight me), I had Goombella out to get tattles, tried to switch over to Vivian, and the FUCKING GAME CRASHED? Which I interpreted as Beldam getting so pissed it broke the space-time continuum, thankfully I saved right before and Vivian later dealt the final blow to Beldam to win the fight when I tried again

Shadow Queen kicked my FUCKING ASS HOLY SHIT, it took me 3 tries, I feel like if I were to rematch Prince Mush they would be so much easier than SQ it wouldn't even be funny AND THEY'RE A SUPERBOSS, I WIPED THE FLOOR WITH JUST ABOUT EVERY PRE-CHAPTER 8 BOSS BUT THEN THE FINAL BOSS WRECKED MY ASS LIKE SHE WAS TACO BELL

One of my friends hyped up Bonetail as being even harder when I immediately went to do the Pit after the credits, I JUST beat them without using any items (Though I did eat a couple in the earlier levels of the Pit) and it was so much less intense than what I expected, especially because I got really lucky with bingos and Pretty Lucky (badge) so I was never in any danger

Yes I know about Whacka, yes I know what I have to do to fight them, yes I'm gonna try them, but that's for tomorrow

I was actually trying to get 100% tattles this playthrough but only realized far too late I didn't get the tattles for the scripted Shwwonk Fortress encounters (Not the Golden Fuzzy, though, I got them & their Fuzzy horde) and I don't know if those guys respawn or are anywhere else so uh fucking whoops

I laughed my ass off when the Atomic Boo had it's own battle theme, that was the most unnecessary thing ever

Chapter 3 made me absolutely lose my shit because all I did was do all the Trouble Center side quests before that and I was somehow hilariously overpowered (I actually got a Power Plus from was their name Dazzle or Sparkle? So that's probably why) I destroyed everything and everyone, I knew about the poisoned cake but I didn't know leaving it killed that poor Koopa, I was completely floored by Bowser not having his boss theme (It's used in the Chapter 8 fight don't worry), and laughed for like a half hour straight at Grubba actually just dying at the end of the chapter after confessing to murder, can you actually find him anywhere after that because I never saw him ever again and Jolene said he was out of the picture so I choose to interpret that as Mario just straight up killing the guy

I fucking hate Rawk Hawk, I rematched him a couple times, all of them unintentionally besides for one time I was like 2 points off a level up, he goes down so fast it's so cathartic, I got an e-mail at some point from him that looked like he was saying he's a better fighter now, I'm gonna go beat his ass right now to prove he ain't

I somehow got Vivian into that bucket in the hidden part of Rogueport Harbor, she teleported out before I could screenshot it, I open Tumblr and first thing I see is that one post that's art of bucket Vivian, reality is taunting me I swear

For the several years on Discord I've always made it a thing to exaggerate some personality traits whenever it'd lead to funny jokes, so I have this entire gag persona I'll put on sometimes where I'll act like a narcissistic asshole out of nowhere (which is pretty easy because I'm incredibly easy to anger and thus act like a jerk more than I should), and it's some of the same people I do that with that compare me to TTYD Vivian sometimes, so imagine my reaction when I see the dialogue implying Vivian has a crush on Mario when I always switch out the player character with myself in my head, Vivian has a crush on essentially herself

I never used Zess T. once throughout my entire playthrough so imagine my horror when I check the requirements for 100%ing the game and seeing the recipes are there in the Journal menu, yea fuck no lol, I don't even know if I'll get all the Star Pieces & Shine Sprites but I am definitely not catching up

So uh yeah really good game

#paper mario #paper mario ttyd #paper mario the thousand year door #ttyd #ttyd spoilers #spoilers #paper mario spoilers #i'm not doing every combination

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yallthemwitches · 12 days

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The Seat with the Clearest View: Part 2

While Part 1 was more Remus/Lily friendship heavy, this one is full on Jily. T, with references to sex.

Read Part One on Tumblr Here or the whole thing on AO3 Here

Sixth Year Continued

“I’m gonna be late tonight, I’m going over Transfiguration with Potter.”

Remus blew out his cigarette smoke directly in her face, making her wave the air clear.

“Potter? Like James Potter?”

“Is there another?”

He raised his eyebrows. Lily’s face was doing that thing again. Like something was bubbling just under the surface that she was tampening down. Ever since she and James had allegedly cleared the air after the Bowie concert, she had been sporting the look more and more, the look of flushed cheeks and a weird quivering in her eyes. It frustrated him to not pinpoint its source.

“But we usually study Transfig together—-I’m not good enough anymore?”

Lily turned a deep red. “C-come off it, Remus. You know that’s rubbish. He just offered to help and we both know he has always been a natural at it, albeit arrogant…so–”

“So you figured to try him out instead.”

Lily fiddled with her hair. Trying to not make eye contact.

“I mean—-I wouldn’t put it like that.”

“---And this has nothing to do with what you told me at the concert? About kinda sorta maybe fancying him.”

Lily’s eyes flashed bright. It was the wrong move.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” It was a warning rather than the truth.

“Don’t be like that, I’m just taking the piss out of you,” Remus back pedaled. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you on patrols.”

He wished she would tell him what had happened after the concert to make James change face. Not that he was complaining, he hadn’t particularly loved being in tension with his best mate and was happy for it to be over. But it just seemed odd for James to flipflop so suddenly on what seemed like strong feelings of jealousy.

He considered that she could have admitted her feelings, but then a flash of how she looked that night, completely mortified and fidgeting while admitting even the tiniest fondness for James, made him rethink that scenario. Lily had always been extremely stubborn even without the influence of teenage hormones. Surely, this time wouldn’t be much different.

He wasn’t going to get far interrogating Lily, but he knew James would fold under pressure. But if it really was what he suspected and warm feelings were finally being reciprocated, it was shocking that James wasn’t jumping up and down and ringing bells from every tower in the British Isles. It was annoying. Remus had always fancied himself a good read on people, but now his confidence was waning.

He found James in the dorms, listening to a Velvet Underground album while polishing his broomstick, face beaming with more happiness than a rag full of oil should warrant and whistling along to the music.

“So—-Lily says you are tutoring now?”

At her name, his hand jerked as though to run through his hair. A small patch of pink cropped up under his wire rimmed glasses.

“Oh—-she said that? Er, yeah, I offered to help. She was struggling a bit in class the other day.”

“You offered to help,” Remus repeated. He leaned against one of the bed posts and raised an eyebrow.

“Yea.”

“No ulterior motive?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

“Mate, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were suspicious of me or something.”

The boys stared at each other for a moment, sizing up the situation. The pink didn’t go away from James’ cheeks and it was kind of cute how much he was trying to keep a strict face. Finally, Remus caved. Clearly, he was either losing his touch or James was finally growing up enough to keep a secret.

“Alright, whatever you say Prongs. But I can tell something has changed since—- since, you know, my birthday.”

“Your words.” James smiled and Remus saw it again. That thing. The same look Lily had earlier. The quivering, the deep rumbling of emotion trying to make its way to the surface.

Remus tapped a cigarette on the post of the bed. “You know you can tell me right? I’m not Sirius or Peter. I won’t–”

“There’s nothing to tell. Really mate.” James stared down at his broom, his hand holding the polishing rag against the handle. “I’m just helping her—trying to make things better between us. Growing up a bit… you know.”

Remus didn’t really know, but he accepted the response.

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“THIS SURE IS A CLOSE ONE FOLKS—FIVE HOURS, NO FOOD, ITS BLOODY COLD—ER SORRY PROFESSOR—BUT WAIT, POTTER HAS THE QUAFFLE, HE’S BLASTING THROUGH THE RAVENCLAW TEAM—”

Despite pushing him back every few minutes, Peter leaned into Remus’ side, rubbing his face into his jacket in an attempt to get warm.

“I wish this bloody match would end before we die of hypothermia,” he grumbled, “I’m suprised Prongs can even move its so fucking cold.”

Peter did have a point. Even from the stands, he could see that the tips of James’ hair were icy and stiff, but if he had any issue with it, he didn’t show it. He trapized his way through the increasingly sluggish Ravenclaws just as lithe as the start of the game.

It was a stubborn point of honor for all the marauders to sit through James’ matches. Discounting the ones on the full moon, Remus couldn’t recall a time where any of them had been absent, a true feat seeing as James was the only one who cared enough about the sport.

Although it was one of the more dreadful games to slog through, there was a new development that was keeping the boys busy. Huddled against Remus’ other side was Lily, shaking from the cold with her arm wrapped around his out of necessity rather than friendship. The first hour of the game had been filled with relentless nagging from Sirius about why Lily would want to spend a Saturday sitting exposed to the elements, after which point he became too cold and grumpy to continue. Lily just ignored him, keeping her eyes on the game while shrinking closer and closer to Remus’ for warmth.

“Evans, go inside, you are shaking the bloody bench,” Sirius moaned.

“Oh, that might be me,” Peter stuttered out, pushing his nose into Remus’ shoulder again for extra heat.

“Fuck off Black. I already told you I—-”

“Evans, if you are gonna keep hogging my mate’s body heat, you can at least tell me for whomst you are so dedicated to this game for?”

But Lily didn’t respond. James had made a rather sudden drop in the air after the quaffle had been misaimed by a rather frigid looking Ravenclaw. He barrelled towards the ground at break-neck speed. Lily’s arm clawed at Remus’ coat and he side-eyed her with amusement. To the boys, watching James do something dangerous and stupid was just another day. Unfortunately, Lily had no such normalization.

“W-What is he doing?”

She was hovering herself off the bench, still grasping at Remus with her life. Her face was pale and her mouth was locked in an O shape. As James continued to drop, she let go of his arm and threw herself at the wooden bar that overlooked the stands in front of them.

“JAMES!”

He pulled up just centimeters from hitting the ground. He had the quaffle now, looking very pleased with himself. The wind must have broken up her scream because if James had actually heard it, he probably would’ve stopped playing over her use of his first name. It suddenly occurred to Remus that it might not have been the first time she had used James’ name in front of him.

Peter stared slack jawed at her while Sirius’ grin slowly grew wider and wider with each passing second. Remus could tell by Lily’s face that she knew she was about to be in deep, humiliating shit.

“Well,” Sirius clicked his tongue. “Look who is now very invested in our James.”

Lily didn’t respond. She spun on her heel and ran past the boys out of the stands, head buried low to her chest.

Sirius let out a barking laugh, standing to watch her disappear. Peter did the same, sniggering into his mittens.

“Don’t worry Evans! We will tell James you called!”

At the afterparty, James lay knackered on the couch, nursing a firewhiskey like it was the antidote to his still frozen limbs. Teammates and admirers twittered around him, but he didn’t seem to pay them much mind, eyes darting around the room with wide anticipation.

“I’d say good game mate but—“ Remus sat on the ground next to the couch, gesturing to the state of his mate. James just groaned in response.

“At least we bloody won—-but at what cost.”

Sirius, who had been sitting on the armrest talking up a seventh year, pipped in.

“If it’s any consolation, we got quite an inspired performance from Miss. Evans when you almost ate shit.”

James shot up in his seat, sloshing his drink at an unsuspecting fifth year.

“Wait, Lily was there?” All the cold melted from his face.

“Yeah mate, she was sitting with us—-until she wasn’t. Got all hot and bothered by your little stunt groundward and flipped out.”

“Flipped out,” James echoed. He had a look on his face that signified that any conversation from now on was going to be lost on him.

“She seemed pretty upset, mate,” Remus added, “You sure there isn’t something going on between—“

James’ hand swung up to his hair which was still thawing out. The disruption of his hand made small ice crystals fall and melt onto his shirt.

“Like I’ve said we are just…friends.”

James teetered off. Lily descended from the girls dorm and was looking more peaky than usual. Remus gave her a small wave, but her eyes widened at the sight of James half lounging next to him. She turned her body quickly and followed Marlene McKinnon towards the drink table.

All of the sluggishness James had seconds ago disappeared. He jumped off the couch with a light spring.

“Gonna go get another drink,” he said to no one in particular. He walked over to the drink table but his eyes were fixed on Lily. She stood huddled with her girlfriends, blocked from Remus’ view.

Sirius threw himself over the couch, splaying out in James’ place.

“Their shagging yeah?—-Can we agree they are at least snogging.”

“They both say they are just friends.”

“Don’t pretend to be thick Moons, it isn’t a good look for you. I know James’ I’ve just snogged and am feeling mighty happy for myself look from anywhere. He’s been sporting it on the days of his little tutoring sessions—- been smelling awfully musky after too—“

“That’s disgusting, Pads—,” Remus cut in. What made it worse was he knew he was right. “—-I really hope you’re lying about the smell bit.”

“Canine senses baby,” Sirius shrugged.

Remus looked over at James again. Intentionally or no, he had gravitated closer to the girls in the corner. Talking to an animated Mary McDonald about the game while darting glances at Lily. From the corner, Lily was doing much of the same, her cheeks rosy and toying with the ends of her hair.

God, Remus really hated when Sirius was right.

It was around three in the morning when the party ended and Remus was now tasked with hauling a drunken Peter up to the dorms. Sirius had disappeared with one or both seventh year girls he had been chatting up the whole night and James had also mysteriously been absent ever since he went to refresh his cup hours ago. The last time he saw him, James was slowly orbiting Lily, not outright talking to her, but integrating himself in her circle just the same. At one point he offered to get the girls another round and she went with him to help. They had made a mess of the drink table, putting too much effort into stealing glances at each other than pouring the drinks correctly. Neither seemed to notice.

Remus trudged toward the dorm stairs, holding most of Peter’s body weight against his side. Peter’s head bobbed and swung against his shoulder, snoring lightly.

Remus set him down on the first step to catch his breath, trying to figure out the best plan of action for getting his mate up the rest of the way. He had decided on a levitating spell when he heard some shuffling come from the alcove just off the side of the staircase.

He pulled out his wand and took a couple steps toward the darkness. Just past the curve in the wall, the alcove opened up to a small reading nook. Inside, James and Lily stood close, closer than he had ever seen them unless they were bickering at each other. James’ hands were on her cheeks and he could see his thumb stroke gently up and down her jaw. Lily clutched at the sides of his jersey as though he would take flight if she didn’t keep him pinned down.

They were talking in low, soft voices. From the sound of his tone, James was consoling her but Lily’s brow continued to furrow. She said something back in quick breathy tones and James leaned in to place a small kiss on her nose. He smiled, said something that sounded faintly joking and moved a hand just under her rib. Lily let out a giggle and swatted him away, clearly not wanting him to stop.

Remus backed away slowly. It was like watching two animals in their natural habitat, one wrong move would spook them, destroy the serenity of the moment. Besides, Peter had started making loud gurgling sounds in his sleep and was verging on ruining everything himself. He turned his back on the couple, leaving them now wrapped around each other, looking the warmest they had all day.

Summer before Seventh Year

“Are you sure we apparated to the right place?”

“Well, I reckon he did say summer house.”

“Yeah but summer house for normal people—-not that normal people even have summer houses—-usually means a little cottage by the English Channel, not this.”

Lily waved an arm dramatically at the long vined walkway that stretched out before them. Just beyond on a little hill overlooking what was presumably the Mediterranean was a large red villa that was flanked by the outskirts of a small medieval city. The front door of the home was open and the sound of vaguely blues music wafted into the lawn.

“We could turn back now—-pretend we got lost then stay at home,” Remus offered, noticing Lily’s face was getting paler the longer she stared at the house. Lily considered his offer for a beat then sighed. It had been her idea to come along when Remus had mentioned visiting James for the summer. He had spent most of the morning making that abundantly clear as she whined about now having to follow through.

“No, no. McGonnagall specifically said in the letter that James and I needed to communicate about Heads’ work over the summer—you know, to get prepared.”

“And that couldn’t be done by post?” Remus side-eyed her. He never told her about what he saw the day of the quidditch match that February, but it had sat in the forefront of his mind every time the two interacted. Despite them still refusing to admit something was happening, the bickering between the two was noticeably less and they seemed to be somewhat friends.

When they learned that her and James would be the Head student’s in the next year, he truly was unable to tell if Lily was actually excited or horrified to be forced to spend so much time with him in the open. When asked, she became cagey, changing the subject as soon as possible.

They trudged towards the open door and the music got louder. Remus made an attempt to knock on the threshold, but an older woman with wispy black hair was already approaching them with arms outstretched.

“Remus! I see you found the place well. Come in darling.” The woman ushered them in. The home was bright and inviting, decorated with unmoving muggle paintings on the walls sandwiched between rows of bookshelves. A bar cart sat in the corner filled with potion ingredients Remus couldn’t identify. A muggle turntable sat on top of one of the end tables, spinning another blues track into the space.

Upon entry, Lily forgot herself entirely, opting to stare open mouth at the diptych of a man and a woman surrounded by floating orbs of astrological signs that were mounted over the sitting room sofa.

“You have David Palladini prints.” Lily’s question came out more like a statement. Rather than being angry about the lack of a proper greeting, Euphemia Potter smiled wide and ushered Lily towards the wall.

“Originals actually. I’ve known David for years with my work in the Statute of Secrecy department. Poor man can’t keep away from magical subjects to save his life.”

Lily gave the paintings a closer inspection, then turned with wide-eyes at the older witch.

“But he’s a muggle.”

“And muggles can be talented too,” Euphemia quipped back. “But from what James tells me you don’t need me to tell you that.”

Lily’s face went red and shifted her glance. For a moment Remus wondered how Lily was deciphering the situation. Afterall, she was still a muggleborn entering a pureblood home. It would have never crossed his mind personally, but Lily didn’t know the Potter family. How would she know if they reacted kindly to muggleborns or not? If anything, the cold open over the paintings made it very clear that Euphemia was not a threat.

“O-of course!---And I’m so sorry, I just walked in here and started gawking at the decor. I’m Lily Evans, I’ll be working with your son next year as Head Girl. Thank you so much Mrs. Potter for letting me visit.”

“Nice to meet you Lily— please call me Euphemia,” she grasped Lily’s hand in both of hers and didn’t let go, “To be honest, James has told us so much about you, I feel like we have already met.”

The red around Lily’s cheeks spread outwards towards her ears. Like her son, Euphemia was never someone to shy away from saying things exactly how they were.

There was a crashing sound, then some boisterous yells from the outside veranda. James appeared in the doorway, linen shirt open and flapping around him.

“Moony! L—Evans!”

If Lily was transforming into a tomato before, she was about to sprout leaves at the sight of him. Their eyes locked on each other and Remus felt the air in the room get a few degrees hotter. Euphemia just dropped Lily’s hand and sat back on the couch, clearly settling in to enjoy a show.

James lurched towards them, his confidence stripping away with each step. It was very rare to see James so unsure of himself, but having Lily standing in his personal home made him look like he was about to spontaneously combust. Remus looked to Euphemia who had her eyebrows raised at her son, clearly amused by the sight of two teenager’s battling intense emotions.

“You came,” James said rather bluntly, like he already knew it was a stupid thing to say.

“Of course…we have to do work—-Remus brought me—“ Lily sounded just as dumb. She gestured to Remus like it wasn’t obvious that he was standing there the whole time.

The two continued to stare at each other, Lily toying with the ends of her hair and James hand’s contracting by his side. It was clear that if Remus and Euphemia weren’t there, the greeting would have been entirely different.

“Right well,” Remus interrupted, not willing to bear another second of their befuddled nonsense. “I guess you two Heads should hop to it. Is Sirius outside?”

James nodded. Him and Lily were now having some sort of psychic conversation he was not interested in being privy to. To be honest, he hadn’t quite prepared himself to see them like this, so raw with their feelings towards one another now that they were outside of their normal confines of school. No amount of holding back on their part could wipe away the sheer romantic tension that had assaulted the room. It could have been sweet if they weren’t so stubborn enough to try to hide it.

Remus left the two to work out whatever emotion they were fighting with and wandered out onto the veranda where Sirius was lounging with an open book in his lap, staring through the window at the couple.

He let out a low whistle. “Wow—-its bad.”

“In what way?” Remus plopped himself onto the couch, staring out at the sea just beyond the house. It was easy to forget how rich the Potters were. Getting a reminder of how different their upbringing was always felt like a zap to his system. He couldn’t imagine how much of a shock it all was to Lily.

“Like Euphemia is about to see her grandchild conceived in front of her bad.”

Remus snorted. “At least you weren’t in the room.” He closed his eyes and tried to listen to the sea.

“Wait, Moony! They are going upstairs…”

“Yeah, they have Heads’ shit to sort out, remember? That's the point of her being here.”

Remus opened his eyes, serenity ruined. Sirius was unabashedly looking into the window now, the book on his lap fell to the ground.

“They couldn’t do that by post?” Sirius repeated Remus’ words from earlier.

James and Lily must have disappeared because after a minute or two Sirius sat back onto the couch with a defeated expression and Euphemia appeared in the doorway, looking rather perturbed.

“Boys—-please tell me my son doesn’t act like that when he’s around her at school…”

Seventh Year

“No, stop it James. You can’t wiggle your way out of this one. We have proof.”

“Oh come off it, it’s hardly proof. It could be any–.”

“Mate, you have a bite mark on your hip.”

Sure enough, Sirius was right. Just above where the towel sat on James’ hips was a flowering blotch of purple and blue. Remus was no expert on hickies, but it was safe to say it was relatively fresh.

“Prongs I love you, we think you’re swell. But you are shit at lying. Now drop the little reindeer games and tell us what is actually happening between you and Evans.”

James' eyes darkened. He quickly stepped into his night clothes, trying his best to hide the evidence on his skin.

“Well, first of all I don’t appreciate being referred to as a reindeer, so fuck off with that.” Sirius just snorted in response.

“Next, Why exactly do you lot keep thinking it’s Evans I’m snogging? I mean it could be anyone—”

“I saw you. At the afterparty last year.” The words flew out of Remus’ mouth before he could stop them.

“Sorry mate. I didn’t mean to see it—I didn’t know how to approach you about it.”

James' mouth went slack. His eyes were quivering slightly. Sirius made a whooping noise and jumped to his feet.

“Wait, what? How long has this been going on for?”

James knew the jig was up. He collapsed onto his bed with his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes. Remus held a bouncing Sirius back, giving James a moment to collect his thoughts before getting fully interrogated.

“She wanted to keep it quiet,” he said softly. “At first just because it was new and we were just having a bit of a laugh—but now that we are Heads...” he teetered off. It was very rare to hear pain in James’ tone, but he was starting to sound downright tortured.

“And you agreed to that. You?” Sirius pressed, not caring about his friend’s suffering.

“What was I supposed to do, mate? The girl of my dreams was now talking to me. Kissing me. If I had to eat a hundred flobberworms so we could continue snogging I would have..”

James buried his face in his hands again. Sirius slowly started to laugh, building the sound from a small snicker to a loud booming guffaw.

“Prongs you bloody idiot. I can’t tell whether to be proud of you or write you off as an ass.”

“You could do both?” James offered behind his hands.

Remus just furrowed his brow. It was all well and good that they were snogging, but he knew both of them too well. Some sort of impasse was going to happen, and by the looks of James face and new skin mark, it would be very soon.

“So you are ok with this arrangement?” Remus already knew the answer, but spoon fed him the question anyhow.

“Oh course not!” James screamed, making Peter jump a little. “All I want to do is hold her hand between classes…kiss her after matches…feel her next to me at night (“ew,” mumbled Sirius), but I’m afraid if I even try to ask her out, it will spook her and she’ll want to drop it all.”

“Sounds—healthy.” Peter mumbled.

James jumped to his feet. Still without his glasses and hair sticking up from his shower, he was looking rather feral.

“Moony, you are good mates with her. Maybe you can see—I dunno, figure out what is going on in her head.”

“No.”

“C’mon please.”

“Ok fine.”

“---Wait really?”

Remus was feeling just as surprised at his response as James was. He looked at his friend again. The sheer suffering in his eyes was unbearable. How many times had James stuck out his neck for him?

******

“He can still be an arrogant asshole.”

“Lily.”

“--And we would fight all the time.”

“Lily.”

“I just—it just—-”

“Lily, you both are happy. Even I see that.”

Lily stopped walking. His wand was catching the glint of tears in her eyes. She suddenly looked so small, like the little girl he found sitting in the common room in first year.

“It was easier when I didn’t love him.” She said it so quietly, it took him a minute to register.

Some tears started to crawl down her face and she brushed them away with the side of her sleeve.

“Can we talk about something else? Please?” Her voice broke.

“Yeah, sure.”

*****

Their misery made everyone else around them suffer. Remus knew he was to blame. Pushing Lily had never yielded good results, and now they were all paying the price for his conversation with her the other night. He had overheard that James had tripled quidditch practice, was practically running the team into the ground. Lily spent most of her time hiding in either the girls’ dorms or the potions room Slughorn let her use for her own devices.

Remus couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be an outsider during it all. The two radiated pure sadness from every pore of their bodies and Merlin forbid they caught each other’s eye in the halls or class. The act alone felt comparable to the earth opening up and swallowing them both whole; rendering them utterly useless husks of their prior selves for the rest of the day.

“I think I’d rather a dementor’s kiss than be around those two—certainly the feeling is similar,” Sirius groaned as they entered Defence Against the Dark Arts. Lily entered with Marlene, eyes rimmed with red and purple circles from sleeplessness and tears.

James sat with Peter behind them. Arms folded, transfixed on nothing straight ahead of him, not even acknowledging his mates presence.

They were practicing patronuses today, a rather stroke of bad luck seeing that anyone with a degree of separation from James and Lily hadn’t felt happiness in a long while. They bunched up into groups and set off trying to produce a proper corporeal patronus.

“What if our patronus is our…,” Peter’s voice lowered to a whisper, “...our animagus form?”

Sirius scoffed. “Pete, like anyone is going to make that connection. Chill, you are stressing me out.”

Sirius got it down almost immediately with a giant dog bounding around the room and weaving between people’s legs. Sirius just shrugged as the class applauded and went to go lounge back in his seat.

Remus was next. He found it quite easy to think of a happy memory. Afterall, it was in that exact room it occurred. The day he first met James and Sirius, using the knockback jinx and laughing for the first time he could recall. A large creature appeared from his wand and his confidence wavered a moment, but then the animal straightened. It was an ordinary wolf, nothing like a reflection of his worse self. Sirius and James both clapped him on the shoulder and he allowed himself a relieved sigh. From beyond the classroom, Lily smiled for the first time since their talk.

What happened next seemed to happen simultaneously. James cast his patronus and a stag galloped into the room. Standing proud in front of them, It turned its head around the space, searching and failing to find whatever it was looking for. From the other side of the room a gasp rang out, and something bright skirted across the space and towards the boys.

A doe, silver and shimmering trotted towards James’ patronus. The stag perked up its ears, tossed its head in delight and the doe nuzzled its snout against him. Remus’ head whipped around to see a stunned Lily, wand outstretched and chest rising and falling with difficulty. The room filled with whispers. James just continued to stare at the two animals, a perfect pair, leaning into the other and nudging each other with their snouts.

Lily ran. Tears were streaking across her face and the door swung behind her. The classroom erupted with noise and Professor Slothrop tried to gain order. A rush of air passed Remus and James ran after her, yelling her name as he went. The two disappeared, leaving their patronuses still standing in the room, shining bright as ever, a irrefutable emblem of love.

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She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 2214

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Childhood Rivalry, Puberty (cause it sucks)

----------------------------------------- Chapter 6 - When Dreams Are Too Real

Her alarm went off at six, pulling her from the strange dream where everything was white. She rubbed her eyes, still tired, realizing that six hours was insufficient for her. Maria groaned a bit as she got her morning chores done before she went looking for breakfast an hour later. To her surprise, Dean was sitting at the table, like he was waiting for her with a smug look on his face. She glanced at him briefly before getting herself some cereal and sitting down on the other side of the table.

“Mornin’ sweetheart, sleep well?” he asked her cockily.

“Don’t call me that,” she retorted quietly, not looking up at him.

“Still didn’t answer my question,” he said, same tone as he leaned forward a little.

“What do you care?” she asked, annoyed.

“You were up late. That was a lot of books to get through,” he said with quite the smug tone.

She froze for a moment, almost holding her breath as she looked up at him, although she had no idea what to say. Her thoughts went to the night before, replaying her movements and the people who had been asleep in the living room. Somehow she hadn’t realized that Dean was awake.

The smirk that grew on his face matched the smug tone he had used earlier, “Yeah, that’s right. I saw you,” he said, pleased with himself as he leaned back in his seat.

“What do you want?” she asked, fighting every urge in her body to not go over and punch him in his smug face.

“I wanna win,” he said simply.

She took a deep, annoyed breath in through her nose, “So, you don’t want to earn it. You want it handed to you,” she scoffed and looked away from him, “Some hunter you’re gonna be,” she mumbled under her breath.

That got Dean’s attention in a way she didn’t catch. She’d struck a nerve with her words, “How do you do it then? How are you so good?” he asked her, trying to keep his voice down even though he was getting pissed.

“I just practice, okay? I don’t do anything special,” she replied quietly.

“No. There has to be more to it than that. There’s no way you can get that good just by practicing,” he told her, not believing her, “What are you? You can’t be human.”

“You know what Dean, just because I’m better than you doesn’t mean I’m not human. It’s not my fault you’re a sore loser. I never once rubbed it in,” she argued, finally looking over at him.

“What’s going on in here?” John asked as he came through the kitchen opening.

“Nothing Sir,” Dean immediately answered.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing,” he stated, making his way to the coffee pot.

Maria had a mini-debate in her mind of how it would go if she spoke up or kept quiet, liking neither result. She sighed, “Dean doesn’t understand how I keep beating him at the challenges he comes up with, Sir,” she told him quietly.

John raised an eyebrow as he turned around to look at the two of them. He knew there was more to it than that, just with how his son was acting, “Well, some people are just gifted with natural talent. Dean, she has natural talent. That’s how she’s so good at whatever she tries.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath, “So, no matter what I pick, she’ll always win?” he asked, frustrated.

“Yup,” John answered.

Maria didn’t look at either of them, just going back to her breakfast and staying quiet. Her father had told her about that, that she had natural talent, although she hadn’t realized it had applied to anything she had attempted. Dean got up and went outside, needing to take his frustration and anger out on something. John just shook his head and sighed. She finished her breakfast, cleaned up, did the last of her chores, and went back to her room. Now she had a conundrum to figure out, keeping Dean from telling her father she was reading Bobby’s books behind their backs, something she wasn’t supposed to do.

She did her best to focus on her lessons but it was almost like she could feel Dean’s emotions as strongly as he was feeling them and it was bothering her. Maria took a deep breath and pushed it away, letting the breath out hard as she looked back down at her assigned book. The chapter was about hex bags and it was fairly boring, as it seemed there was a hex bag for just about anything if you had the right focus and ingredients. Although, all hexes could be broken the same way, burn the hex bag if you can find it.

An hour or so later her father knocked on her door, “Munchkin?” he asked from the other side of her door.

“Come in Pappa,” she replied.

He opened the door and leaned his side against the frame, “On school already huh?”

“Of course,” she replied looking over at him, “Something wrong?”

“John told me about this morning. You okay?” he asked her.

She sighed, “Why does he hate me, Pappa?” she asked, genuinely wanting to know.

“I don’t think he hates you. I think he’s just at an age where he’s frustrated that a girl can beat him at any challenge he can come up with. Sixteen-year-old boys don’t really like that sort of thing,” he explained to her.

“Should I let him win?” she asked, curiously.

“No. He wants to be a hunter, like his father. If you let him win, he won’t learn anything. Plus…” William sighed, “... it might give him a false sense of confidence and that could get him killed against the wrong monster.”

She mixed a sigh and groan, “I don’t think he’ll be coming up with any more challenges though,” she said.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. He might get creative and pick something that has nothing to do with hunting. So, just keep that in mind,” he chuckled.

“Dean, pick something that has nothing to do with hunting?” she practically laughed at the thought.

“Just don’t cut the thought out completely. That’s all I’m saying,” he chuckled, “When you’re done, I’ll quiz you, so be ready.”

“Okay, Dad,” she replied, rolling her eyes at the first part he’d said, not believing him at all.

William chuckled at her little retort before he went back to join the others in the living room. Dean and Sam were in the kitchen doing some schoolwork, the regular stuff you’d find at any public school. Maria sighed as she went back to her book, still debating how to deal with Dean and the fact that he now knew her secret. She found herself having to reread a couple of pages of her book, having a hard time focusing on it with her Dean issue.

Another hour ticked by before she went out into the living room and handed her father the book. He quizzed her about the section she read, proud that she answered all his questions correctly. William handed her back her book and she smiled after she took it. She set it on her desk before looking for Dean, who had gone back outside, so that was where she headed, at least there, they wouldn’t have to be quiet and she could yell at him if need be.

Dean was out in the scrapyard, still slightly pissed at what his father had said. She watched him from behind one of the old, run-down car stacks. He chucked another rock through the open window of a car about fifty feet away from him with little effort. To Maria, he almost looked sad. She slowly approached him but stopped when he looked over at her, anger seeming to flare in his eyes.

“What do you want now?” he growled.

“I’m not here to fight. I just want to know what you want from me, to keep my secret,” she told him calmly.

He sighed and looked away from her, “I don’t even care anymore.”

She looked at the ground, debating her question, “Dean… why do you hate me?” she asked quietly.

“I don’t hate you. I just think you’re annoying,” he told her, somewhat gruffly.

“Why?” she asked, looking up at him, now curious. But now she felt like Sammy, who was always asking her that question.

“God, you sound like Sammy right now,” Dean almost groaned, annoyed.

The fact that he pointed it out was enough for her to just walk away. She didn’t hate him either but she couldn’t figure out why he found her annoying or why it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with her. She thought he was good at hunting, at least from the stories her father had told her from John. Maria went right to her room, not saying a single word to any of the adults. John had even stopped Sammy from following her. She wasn’t sure why, but she flopped down on her bed, face in her pillow, and cried. Her tears fell for what felt like forever and at some point, she’d even fallen into a dreamless sleep.

She rubbed her eyes and looked over at her clock, after five, then rolled onto her back and sighed, putting her arm over her forehead, “Great,” she mumbled.

Maria sighed and climbed out of her bed before she headed out and into the kitchen, “It’s just leftovers tonight,” Bobby told her, everyone sitting at the table.

She just nodded and made herself a sandwich before going back to her room with it. At the moment, she didn’t feel like being around any of them. She felt like her head was spinning, her emotions were all over the place, and she hated what her father had explained as puberty, which was what William had already explained she was going through to John and Bobby. Maria ate in her room, door closed, and read one of the books she’d picked out of her Uncle’s collection. She only came out long enough to take care of her dishes and do a couple of chores before bidding the adults and Sammy good night, even if she had no intentions of going right to sleep.

She pulled out that strange book with no title and an intriguing picture on the cover. It had talked about heaven, at least in the part she’d read about the night before and the angels. The chapter she was on talked about archangels and how they were different from regular angels. She was finding it fascinating, reading about the powers each of them held. When she turned the page to the next chapter, there was only one name that labeled it, Zamariel. Under that word it read, The First Angel. Something about it gave her goosebumps and she bit her bottom lip as she began to read, unable to put the book down.

Midnight had approached too quickly for her but due to the nap she’d had earlier, she didn’t even feel tired. She’d reread that chapter three times and it was like she found something she had missed each time she reread it. Maria finally tucked the book under her pillow and slid under her covers before turning off her lamp.

Her dreams this time were different. She was on Earth or more, above it, looking down on it from far above, unable to see anything of where she actually was. Someone was talking to her, a male voice, but she couldn’t make out most of the words. She caught the words, humans, innocent, love, watch over, and take care of. Then she was standing near a beautiful lake with a pine forest around it, mountains in the distance with snow halfway down from peeks. She felt herself smile and breathe in the aromas. There was a sense of peace that she felt as well. Something shifted and it was like she was watching a scene. She saw her mother and father sitting in their old home, but it was before she was born. She tilted her head a bit in the dream when her mother looked directly at her. Her mother’s eyes glowed a bright blue and she immediately sat up in bed, breathing heavily and covered in a cold sweat, with her hand on her chest, eyes wide open.

Maria had no idea what she had witnessed, but that last part didn’t feel like a dream at all. Her body was almost shaking as she looked over at the clock, six-thirteen in the morning. She closed her eyes, slowly calming her racing heart, her mother’s glowing eyes still fresh in her mind. After a few minutes, she grabbed the book from under her pillow and shoved it under her mattress at the foot of her bed. Normally her curiosity would have taken over, but due to the last part of her dream, and it being too real for her liking, she felt more afraid than any curiosity she had had about the book. She’d easily put the pieces together that it had been the book fueling her strange dreams, and for now, she was done with them, and the book.

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Chapter 7 - Thanksgiving

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bandedbulbussnarfblat · 6 months

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Alright, here are some screenshots from the new iwtv s2 trailer and me theorizing over them like a rabid fangirl. Hafl meta, half madness.

ok, so this bit of dialogue here where they are talking about Daniel and the interview

Armand: He wants you in pieces for the privilege of putting them back together as he sees fit. Louis: It's his job. Armand: It's his drug. He's reveling in it. You should end it.

Is Armand bitter? Is this how he saw his and Daniel's relationship? If so he is big mad. Like, this man has had decades to stew in that post-breakup anger. Memory is a monster and all that. So he's had plenty of time to do that thing where people breakup, get pissed off, and only remember the bad times. We twist our own memory all the time, that's one of the ways people get past shit. So Armand has probably twisted what he and Daniel has. Because my boy does not handle rejection well.

Or maybe he is projecting? Messing with Louis' memories (which it seems like he did. though i do believe he thought he was helping Louis at the time. a monster in love is still a monster) could very well be putting him back as Armand sees fit. That's what he may believe he did to Louis. Though the definition of 'as he sees fit' could have multiple meanings. I think personally that Armand sees (or at least justifies) messing with Louis memories as for Louis own good.

Either way, he does not want Daniel poking into Louis' head.

this is just some loumand cuteness. look, Armand kisses Louis on the cheek. i think Armand is or was probably pretty affectionate when him and Louis were alone together. I remember that interview with Assad saying there was a tenderness to Louis and Armand's relationship. there's a whole bunch of cute little shots of them together. but they are hard to get a cleat shot of because they sort of fade into each other in the video.

like, i know in my heart the loumand breakup is coming this season. but i'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. bc this version of loumand has got me hooked. i have to confess, i was never really a big fan of loumand in the iwtv book. the whole claudia of it all ruined it for me. but i am so fascinated to see how these two made it work for 77 years.

and this. the way Claudia and Armand look at each other when they first spot each other. that quick second before the mask can slip into place. they do not like each other. they are enduring for Louis' sake. at least until he picks one of them.

then like a split second later, she has this tight smile on her face. my baby girl is not happy

look at their faces y'all. this is during Louis' 'life is shit' bit of dialogue. where he tells Claudia to stop feeling sorry for herself. he also says they 'can't be running away again' do they find other vampires before Paris? According to her diaries, they were in Romania in 1941. And Louis says something about they can't be the only 'good ones'

We also know they were in Paris, Nov 14 from Claudia's diaries. The interview is set in 2022. Louis mentions earlier in the clip him and Armand have been together 77 years. So they'd have to have gotten together in 1945. Given how quickly things happened in the book, I'd say they were probably only there a few months.

this has to be Allesandra. it has to be. I can't wait for this Armand backstory stuff.

y'all look at this fuckery. Santiago is kissing some woman while riding a motorcycle. idk if she is a victim or another vampire. and i think possibly the bike might be flying? I can't tell. It looks pretty cool though.

oh look, a scythe. i wonder what that could possibly be foreshadowing. they have to have the scene, the way they've shown a scythe in a few different teasers/trailers now.

this might be Madeliene, but I don't know. The hair doesn't fit what we've seen so far. my theory is that this is Madeleine's sister who dies via vampires. in the books she lost a daughter, and it was why she was so eager to play mother to Claudia. Having a child that could almost literally never die would have had to seem like, the greatest thing ever. switching it to a sister would be fitting, seeing as Claudia is playing the role of sister to Louis

So my thought here, (and I know I am theorizing based on nothing but vibes) is that Madeleine is looking into the vampires bc her sister went missing after going to a show at the Theatre des Vampires. And at some point, Claudia will reveal what they are to her.

That may be why she looked so scared in that other teaser we had. These pics are from it and they are blurry af, so sorry bout that

This could be the vampires warning her to mind her business. Why not kill her outright? Bc they like to play with their food. Or bc Claudia wants to keep her, and Armand knows he has to get Claudia out of the way to be with Louis. So he could just like, order the coven to not kill this one human. And then later 'convinces' Louis to turn her into a vampire, so Claudia will have her own companion and gtfo

like, i know it's hard to tell from this one shot, but Armand seems to be on the verge of having a full on tantrum. while saying Lestat's name over and over. Probably bc he heard how much Louis was talking about Lestat to Daniel. he's probably mad jelly, but like, in both directions.

look at this shit. Armand straight up hisses and pushes Lestat away with his vampire powers. (this I think is may not 1945 Paris, but around when they first meet. idk though)

this is how Lestat seemed to be dressed in the image above. and given the whole look of him (you know, in full health) i think this is around the time Lestat meets the Children of Satan

y'all I am screaming. this is Lestat drinking Armand's blood. did they fuck? did Lestat hit it and quit it?

At least Claudia gets to tell Louis off for picking Armand over her. But she definitely was not loving Paris.

as witnessed here, by Daniel reading from her journal "fuck these vampires"

so here we have Daniel saying he wants to get out alive (then we have him making this strange face where it looks like he wants to cry, another shot of Armand) while this other dude says that Daniel fears Armand and that he should fear the other one. Who tf is this guy? Are they still in the penthouse? Did Daniel leave and go out somewhere to meet this guy? Who is this man? Maybe another vampire that paid a visit? Is he this Leonard guy we've heard about? bc that does not look like David Costabile, but tv hair and makeup can perform magic, so maybe it is?

here we have Louis throwing his cup of blood at a painting. it's ok baby boy, you are entitled to a hissy fit every now and again

Here we have Louis hallucinating Lestat, so that's fun.

And now bitch ass tumblr says I can't post anymore images, but i am only halfway through the trailer. so I guess i will post and reblog

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snarkythewoecrow · 1 year

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dont really care if anyone agrees but sometimes you just see a take and idk, need to pause and breathe, to stop yourself from stepping in the pile of steaming shit

but i will say this, yes, i do write fanfic for the fun, because i love the characters and media associated with it, and i'm sure a lot of others do the same, because why else do it?

but i SHARE my stories with the fandom and community, with readers, with other humans, because i want to be part of a community, to engage and see the joy my writing brings, to feel like part of something fun and special

and all these hot takes that writers are not entitled to engagement, idk, but it's giving me not so good feelings, which to put simply, in a general statement, they can fuck all the way off

sure, not everyone has the spoons to engage every day, every time, and hey, yeah, sometimes that kudos button can be too much, but if we all tried to remember that this is a community and did our best to interact when we could, that would go a long way

you can reply to existing comments, saying something like "^^^THIS" in reply, allowing you to interact with other readers, because this is your community, too, or you can just leave an emoji, and that's not to say you have to comment because it can be hard, but hitting the kudos if you can is a damn nice token, too

but the point i'm getting at is, the thing i saw that pissed me off and i've seen too much, is that whole bullshit where writers shouldn't act entitled to anything, as if since we are already writing this shit for ourselves, we should just share it and we suck it up if it feels like we're just shouting into the void

but here's the thing, i'm not posting because i want X number of this or that, i just want to see the things enjoyed, to feel part of something, and feel connected to all the other weirdos obsessed with my current thing

and radio silence, topped with seeing post after post of how writers should essentially sit quietly and take what they receive yet continue to share even when they feel alone?

as said earlier, that shit can fuck all the way off

so yeah, my probably less than a hot take, readers aren't entitled to fics as writers aren't entitled to comments or kudos, but without community and engagement, without kindness, the soil might as well be made of salt

#ao3 comments #ao3 community #ao3 #is this fandom discourse? idk #but i needed to vent this shit somewhere

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I read the ACOTAR trilogy years ago and liked it, but I was never interested in reading any of the next books. I remember that Lucien and Elain were supposed to be mates but she didn't want to talk to him(?) and it was left unresolved at the end of ACOWAR. After that I only know bits and pieces I came across online, and I often saw people saying Elain should end up with Azriel instead. So I'm here to ask: what's going on, what happened since then? What is her relationship with both men at this point? Is there a love triangle? Who is she more likely gonna end up with? Can you please tell me the tea? 👀

Omg this is like a big question that requires a big answer, so bare with me ✨

First things first, I wanna start by saying that I’m completely biased at this point, since I want Elain and Lucien to be together. I will present the facts and how I see them. I did this post ages ago discussing every ship! There are more details

So, since the end of Wings and Ruin, Elain and Lucien’s relationship hasn’t really improved. She still avoids him whenever he’s around and, as far as we know, he only shows up in Velaris when he needs to report something to Rhys and Feyre (since he works for them as emissary) or on Winter’s Solstice. He always gets her a gift and she ignores him, as usual.

Now, as for Elain and Azriel, we know due to Azriel’s bonus chapter that they spent a little time together, usually in the garden, with Elain going over her garden plans and stuff.

Idk if you read his chapter or not, I guess you must have seen it around, but if you want to get more context to this, I recommend reading it even if didn’t read the book. You can still understand lots of it.

But basically what happened is this:

It’s after the Winter Solstice party and Azriel and Elain meet after everyone left to their own rooms. In the chapter, we get Azriel’s pov so we get to learn a bit more about his state of mind and how unwell he is (and has been for a while). When they meet, Azriel intercepts Elain as she’s going downstairs to put a gift in his gift pile, so she hands him his gift. He then also gives her a gift, that he didn’t give earlier as well, a rose shaped necklace

They have a bit of a moment, with Azriel thinking about how they always had slight touch of hands and shared glances (not really conversations), but nothing else happened beyond that. Azriel thinks about how he has the hots for her and also how bothered he is about Elain and Lucien’s mating bond

Then, they almost kiss, BUT they are interrupted by Rhys, when he has a mental conversation with Azriel, who then tells Elain this was a mistake and she apologizes, and as far as we know, they haven’t talk since

NOW, Rhys basically tells Az to stay away from Elain, because she has a mate and if he saw them kissing (Lucien was just upstairs) he would have, like, the right to be really pissed off and call on Azriel the blood duel (traditional of the Autumn Court) and then fight to the death for Elain. Like, Lucien would never do that, but anyway

Azriel tries to reason with Rhys by saying that Elain is not interested in Lucien and that maybe the cauldron was wrong and that they were not supposed to be mates, which leaves Rhys all “what the actual fuck????”. To which Azriel responds by saying that there are 3 sisters and 3 brothers, so how come were 2 sisters given to 2 of those brothers (Rhys and Cassian) but the third one wasn’t???? Rhys gets all 😡 and tell Azriel that he should go to a pleasure house and leave Elain alone, to not jeopardize their relationship with Lucien, cause he’s a really important ally for them, as he has ties with many courts + the human realm

Az gets really mad about the whole thing, we know he always wanted a mate, so this whole thing is a sensitive topic for him. He then meets Gwyn, a new character to the series, he trains her on combat with Cassian, and she was overall a really important character in ACOSF. They have a moment, filled with playful banter and even a couple of revelations (we learned from their conversation that Az sings) and when he leaves her he was much more cool minded

As the chapter goes, we learn that Elain returned the rose shaped necklace, putting it back in his gift pile, without even talking to him. He then gets the necklace and anonymously gives it to Gwyn, thinking about how her eyes will shine upon seeing it, calling it “a thing of secret, lovely beauty”

NOW, everyone is entitled to their opinions, and even if I don’t agree, I see why people would ship Elain and Azriel considering some other moments they had during the other books. I for one think that the bonus chapter was a way of Sarah to put an end to them. I think his interaction with Gwyn was much more interesting and had that sjm couple banter thing, that she always writes, and honestly it just seemed healthier (considering how Az’s pov goes)

But even if we forget about Gwyn for a moment, during Silver Flames there were a couple of moments when Az just pretty much dismissed Elain, when she wanted to do finally do something and help everyone. Saying how Elain should not be exposed to such darkness and all. Which could be cute, like, “awnn he wants to protect her”, but he did it behind her back and she was really just trying to help and do more. And that didn’t sit right with me

As for Elain and Lucien, I’m not gonna lie, it’s looking very good for them lol. But, I think they will overcome their issues, cause they don’t have anything against each other. They don’t even know each other. Their issue is not personal, And I think that eventually they will know each other and things will work out just fine

So, answering your question, Idk who’s gonna end up with who. I have my personal beliefs and some people have completely different ideas. Not really sure who to blame for this, maybe we should blame Sarah for being a little ambiguous or ourselves for being maybe a bit too emotional about it 🤡

But I’ll tell you this: acotar 5 is next, so we’re gonna find out soon enough ✨

#acotar thoughts #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #azriel #gwyneth berdara #rhysand #acotar 5 #discussion #annonymous #sarah j maas

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aldi-spice · 2 months

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Ngl I don't know how to feel about winds of anthos. I have so many thoughts about the game after finishing the main story line (dont have the kid yet but it's incubating).

Long post after the break.

I've seen a lot of praise for the game and I get it, I really liked the game in the beginning too, could hardly put it down, but after finishing the main story it's kinda lacking (which makes sense, I mean I finished the game, it's gonna be out of content at some point). But after a few days of reflection on the game I've decided it's just not that great? Am I missing something?

Like, I get it, I like the open world exploration, I felt so claustrophobic in pioneers of olive town and even the wonderful life remake, but once you've seen it all that's it, the land is barren too which makes it feels so boring and it's not interesting to look at either. One thing that pissed me off a lot was the fucking mountains that are so hard to navigate, but I think that's really just a me problem.

Then there are the characters and honestly o can't even tell them apart at this point, they are all (most of them) default nice with no personality, especially the bachelorettes, I always feel like fictional women lack personality in general. The only character (apart from doc) who stood out was Nickolai and only because he's autistic (blunt and not very nice). And don't get me started on the design, Arnold with the "one two buckle my shoe" and Ella looking like a pokemon trainer when she's supposed to be an artist from a swiss inspired town from what I can tell. She just doesn't look like she belongs in the town and I don't know if it's further explain through her flower events but she doesn't seem to hate living here or hate the town so I don't understand why she has to stand out so much.

Speaking of flower events, those were boring as well. I can hardly remember what even happened in them, all I remember was being a little disappointed when I realized all the 6 music notes events (the one after you start dating) are all the same, you go to a secluded location, look over the town and chat. That's it, for all of the 3 guys I started dating (again, I don't know if it's different with the other marriage candidates but I doubt it).

I felt like the pace was off too, I don't know when you're supposed to finish the main story line, I finished in winter of the first year I think, it was very early on and I only played for 30ish hours and finished the game. I found the tasks so tedious I wanted to get them over with asap, I was so done with the characters being like "thanks for getting us this ore, now onto your next mission, get this other ore, kay, thanks, byeee" maybe because the main quest was under the request tab with all the other requests but it didn't feel special enough. I also hated having to sift through this long list of requests that never seemed to get shorter since every morning, there would be mail of some villager needing something. It was just so annoying, I just wanted to clear my requests once and start anew but the game really didnt want me to I guess.

As I was saying earlier, I finished the game in winter of year one (or spring year two I don't remember). Great, now what? I'm still not married because I couldn't advance my relationship with Westley until I fixed the harvest goddess spring, so I worked on that (and Nickolai and Arnold). I saw what I needed for the house upgrade and did that, yay bigger house. Checked the guide (God bless FOGU) to see why I didn't have a double bed/two beds and I need another upgrade??? That's 250,000 gold not counting the pain of getting high quality lumber boards and square, having to resort to buying them with added another (approximately) 60,000. I grinded by fishing and finally got married in summer. I have to wait a season to realize I'm pregnant. I have to wait another season to give birth. Then, another season for the bitch to crawl and then, a season later, it's able to walk and even talk. Right now, I have to wait for another year for the baby to start being useful to me (by which I mean it can talk and explore the farm). I'm already bored by having to maintain the farm, I wake up and water the cows or whatever, I usually go to bed at 8 or 9 am because I wanna get this over with at this point.

(I just realized you can't use your camera indoors, how will I take cute baby pics of the fucker? I wanted my whole camera roll full of blurry baby pics.)

Am I playing the game wrong? Why am I not enjoying the game the way others seem to enjoy it? It's tedious for me now, maybe I just need a break from farming.

I feel like you need to be a very specific person to fully enjoy this game, and it ain't me. I miss animal parade.

#winds of anthos #harvest moon #harvest moon winds of anthos #vent #i needed to get thta out of my system

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Hi!! Neil Gaiman just answered my question if Anna and Georgia are in GO and the answer is NO. Anna was pregnant and Georgia was offered a part but turned it down for….. reasons? Unknown to us other than that she believed the part should go to someone older and more experienced? Wonder what part she’s been offered and what her character could’ve been. Also, if there was a hypothetical season 3 we have to be worried if they’ll be cast in it now. Cause he said that they’ll definitely get a part somewhere in the show

Wow, okay...my inbox has been blowing up since Neil's post earlier. Well, for those who haven't gotten to see it, @yami-no-kokoro helpfully posted a screencap above, and it seems that Georgia and Anna will not be appearing in GO season 2...but I'm not entirely sure I buy the explanations as to why.

The first thing that struck me was that Neil actually answered this question at all, instead of "wait and see"-ing it as he has done with seemingly every other GO 2-related question. I also noticed that Neil specifically mentioned that Georgia was offered a part, but AL was not. I'm sure there was a reason for it being phrased that way, but had AL been offered a part, it would've been very easy and made sense to say that there.

As for the explanation of her being pregnant and avoiding people because of Covid, we know and have evidence that this is not really true, as AL was in Scotland during filming with Lyra, and was photographed in a restaurant in Glasgow eating with Michael and Jon Hamm. Also, Michael was on set every day with countless people and then with her, so anything he would've been exposed to, she would have been as well. Logically, then, it seems like she was not taking stringent precautions against Covid, because had that been the case, she would have stayed in Wales instead of following Michael to Scotland for six months for a film shoot while pregnant during a pandemic. So to me, that makes Neil's response seem like a PR one, for the sake of glossing over the fact that AL was not offered a part.

In terms of Georgia...again, the explanation given is a curious one. My feeling is that Neil was softening up the truth, which I am guessing is that Georgia was offered the part, looked it up online, found out the person she was asked to play was older than her, got pissed off, and declined the offer. As you said, Anon #1, there don't seem to be many reasons that Georgia would turn down a role or any opportunity to further her career, so had the part been a more glamorous or attention-grabbing one, she probably would have accepted it without hesitation. I do not at all buy for a second that this had anything to do with Georgia pushing for "age appropriate" casting, except in the sense of "I'm too young to play this part and how dare you even ask, go cast some old hag instead." But again, that translated into another PR response (and a nicely finessed one, which is not at all surprising since Neil is a talented writer) that does indeed reflect well on Georgia.

I know tonight was the BAFTAs, so I'll just touch on that briefly, but Anon #2, it seems that Georgia was there at the event, but just not on the red carpet:

Right away, I have to say I'm confused by "I find it all too much" and am not even sure what that means. Earlier in the day, Georgia posted a picture of herself breastfeeding Birdie and hashtagged it #mybaftalook, but it didn't seem to get a lot of traction, as all I saw on Twitter and elsewhere was pictures of David (and Catherine, and Billie) at the BAFTAs. So I don't really know what was going on here, but her entire vibe today just seemed so weird overall. Why would she not want a picture with David on the red carpet? Was she not invited to walk the red carpet? I don't think we'll ever know for sure, but putting out the narrative of "I find it all too much" just seems disingenuous, especially since she was on the red carpet with David only recently at the Olivier Awards. (EDIT: What I wrote here was based on a misinterpretation of Georgia's post that was very different to how other people read it. I have attempted to clarify my thoughts here.)

Going back to GO 2, though, I did see some of the comments that you mentioned, Anon #3, and I find it interesting that people want to categorize specific blogs as "haters" or "anti-Georgia/Anna" when a) More often than not, it seems like I end up saying out loud what others are thinking, but by no means am I the only one thinking it--especially if the results of the recent poll about GT/AL being in season 2 are any indication; and b) I do not categorize myself as anti-Georgia/Anna, but rather anti-the mentality that they are somehow above reproach or criticism simply because of who their partners are.

I have never and will never tell anyone that they shouldn't like Georgia or Anna. If you are a fan of theirs, then by all means, be a fan. Nobody is all bad (or all good, for that matter), and if you like them, that is completely your prerogative, and go ahead and have a gay old time. But I will not be quiet about the things I've seen from Georgia and AL that discomfit me, nor put up with a narrative that I feel is phony. And I think that right there is the nuance that seems to be getting missed--that what I have a problem with and dislike is Georgia and AL's actions/things they've said, rather than just them as people. I think if folks looked at it that way, it might also help them view Georgia and AL as their own person instead of "David's wife"/"Michael's girlfriend" and would enable us to better have these discussions.

If what Neil said is, in fact, true, I do feel relieved to know that Georgia and AL are not in GO 2. To me, GO is something incredibly special, and Georgia and AL just do not "fit" in that world, and them being in the show would have had a detrimental effect on the illusion/magic of the GO universe. I think the analogy that best explains this is Mary Martin as Peter Pan on TV in the 1950s. In the scene where Peter flies, the actor is put in a harness/on wires to give the appearance of flight. It's the illusion that enthralls us, that immerses us in that sense of magic, and in that moment--even just briefly--you don't see the wires and start to believe that human beings can fly. Season 1 of GO and the incredible chemistry between Michael and David created that same sense of magic and wonder in so many of us....but having Georgia and AL in it would be like seeing the wires.

As for a possible season 3, there's about a thousand different factors that will determine if there even is a season 3, let alone if Neil will cast them or even have parts for them to play. We saw how long it took between seasons 1 and 2 of GO (though Covid was obviously a large part of that), but if that is any indication of how long it could be until season 3, a lot of things can change in a few years' time, so who knows what will happen.

So, those are my thoughts on today's developments (and of course this had to happen on Mother's Day, of all days). Hopefully we'll have more GO 2 stuff to talk about in the coming weeks...

#phantomstars24 #anonymous #yami-no-kokoro #reply post #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #my inbox overrunneth #i'm feeling a lot of feelings #and mostly tired because I had an MRI for the first time yesterday #what a weekend #anna lundberg #discourse

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