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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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good girls

a/n. i’m so sorry this is so cringe i wanted to stick to the lyrics and it seemed way more cooler in my head forgive me 🙏🙏🙏 hopefully the next ones will won’t be as goofy as this one (spoiler: they will be more angsty for sure😍)

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warnings. goofy aah cringey bad girl stereotype 😍

kai isn’t a bad boy. in fact, many would say he’s not even near being a bad boy. he loves his plushies and everything that’s cute, he’s often the sweetest when it comes to strangers and even his friends. not only that, he’s also a very good and hardworking student.

the same applies to you. you were an excellent student, always willing to help and smiling wildly at strangers. your aura - similar to kai - was pure and soft, angelic even. that was what caused him to finally gain some courage and talk to you.

“kai…?” you hummed, gently putting your french textbook into a locker. the tall boy looked at you lovingly. you were dating for about two months now and he still couldn’t believe how beautiful you are.

“hmm?” he asked, catching a glimpse of his friends in the background. beomgyu wrapped arms around himself and pretended to make out, causing soobin to smack him.

“are you free tonight?” you asked, looking last time at the cute molang plushie in your locker that was gifted by him.

“i am. but aren’t you gonna study?” kai frowned, eyes shifting back at you. there was an important exam approaching so it was natural that you wouldn’t be able to hang out… or so he thought.

“i’ll meet you at your place, around 8pm. is that fine with you?” with a gentle thud of the locker door shutting left him speechless. that was something… new. you grinned upon his soft nod, poking his chest “great. see you later then, i have math now!”

honestly, he thought you were joking. or testing him. nevertheless, he kept looking outside his window when the clock struck 8pm.

then he sees you. almost like a puppy, he runs downstairs to open the door. it’s not like he can’t have you over (his parents are actually looking forward to see you) but he’d never hear the end of it if bahiyyih or lea had opened the door.

“hi” you breathed out once he opened the door. before he could say anything you showed him a pack of his favourite snacks “movie night?”

“i– sure, of course!” kai nodded. after he invited you to his room, he started looking for his laptop and you were comfortably laying on his bed, admiring the room.

“so, what do you want to watch?” he asked and a wide smile formed on his lips once he saw you playing with his plushies.

“it’s up to you. if you want we can watch anime…? i heard soobin talking about some new releases” you looked at him, frozen “what?”

“nothing. also… is this fine? like, with your parents?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“mhm. they think i’m at sleepover. at bahiyyih’s… which is technically true” you flashed your pearly whites in a toothy grin, leaving kai speechless. you pinched his cheek and shoved one of the plushies at his face “this one looks like you, by the way–”

“i know, that’s why i got it” he laughed, brushing off what just happened.

he thought it will be just a one time thing. but once, when you were invited to yeonjun’s party (which, by the way, surprised them all when you said you’ll come) kai promised to pick you up.

what he did not expect though was to see you sneaking out… the window.

“what are you–?!” kai whisper-yelled but it seemed you have perfected this way of coming down.

as your feet met the ground, he ran up to you and grabbed your shoulders.

“are you alright?” he asked. you cupped his cheeks, placing a kiss on his lips.

“you’re so cute when you worry about me like that. i’m fine. now let’s go. we have to be back before 7am though” you hummed, grabbing his hand.

“but–“

“they think i’m already asleep after my hard study session” you looked at him through your arm, sending him a smirk that made his knees weak “i’m a good girl, after all”

“guys, have you seen y/n?” kai asked, approaching his friends during the break.

“oh you mean the straight A-student?” beomgyu teased “she’s probably in the library”

“she basically lives there” yeonjun snickered

“besides, she always tells us that’s where we can find her so… think, kai, think. you’re her boyfriend, you should know this” taehyun giggled “also, are you coming tonight?”

“please don’t make fun of her. and what?” kai frowned

“we were supposed to play the new game soobin bought” taehyun explained

“oh, sure! find me later, i’ll go with you!” he hummed and walked away to find you.

as expected, you were there. he struggled a bit finding you since you were at the back of the room, basically cut off from others.

“hi baby! you’re just in time!” you gasped upon seeing him, standing up from your seat.

“oh yeah? why is that? were you perhaps thinking about me…?” kai whispered and kissed your cheek. you nodded, grabbing his hand.

“you caught me. will you help me take one book from the shelf though? you’re taller, you’ll reach it” you hummed and led him behind the last bookcase.

“which one?” he asked – or was about to – when you crushed your lips on him.

kai was taken aback but not surprised. lately you were starting to get more confident, that’s what he thought at first. but the truth was that it’s your nature. you’re just acting square (as his friends would say) in front of everyone but with kai, you’re yourself.

since he was busy right now, his hands wrapping around your waist, he didn’t hear the approaching footsteps.

you pulled away for a second just to catch your breath but kai kissed you again, loving the taste of your peach lipgloss.

“shut your goofy ass, they are not here–“

“OH MY GOD! MY EYES–!”

you jumped, startled by beomgyu’s voice. soobin started apologising for his friend making noise, the rest of them just looking at you wide eyed.

kai smiled smugly, wrapping an arm around you.

“i thought… what… you’re such a good student and… and…” yeonjun stuttered, shocked as if he just found out that his hamster died.

“well, forget what you thought” you smiled sweetly, wiping the smudged lipgloss and looked at kai, humming quietly so only kai could hear you “‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught"

“so that’s why our kai started to seem corrupted… good job, y/n!” taehyun sent you thumbs up, realising.

your boyfriend winked at you, putting his hand at the small of your back and led you to the table, helping you get pack your books.

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gloryhrs · 1 year

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━━ ⟡ 𝓜𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍', grimmjow j.

꒰ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. ꒱

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 made his way up the ladder as he dismissed the burning pain on the side of his head. But the way the red fluid streamed from his forehead to his chin non-stop was impossible for him to brush off. "Damn Kurosaki, I’ll deal with him later." He cursed the male with orange hair who succeeded in winning the fight. After he managed to get up, he took a peek inside the window. His eyes softened when he saw the man with brown skin sleeping on the sofa with a thick cover draped over him. Holding his bloodstained arm, Grimmjow knocked on the window several times so that the sleeping male would awaken. "Damn it! Open up, brat!" Grimmjow struck his fist at the window, almost shattering the glass. You could sleep through a tornado if you had the chance.

The sudden sound made you sit up quickly, "Huh?" You wiped the drool out of the corner of your mouth while looking out the window. "Grimmjow?" You rubbed your eyes and slowly made your way to the window, after opening up a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. "I thought I told you to stay awake by the time I got here." His words muffled into your neck, the smell of your signature fragrance soothing him. "I'm sorry, college's been stressing me out lately, I swear I didn't mean it." You returned the hug as his grip tightened. He wanted to kill those assholes from your school, they always stressed you out and even made you cry once.

"Grim your face. . . what did I tell you about getting into all of these fights?! You’re starting to worry me." Your fingers rubbed against the dry blood on his forehead, causing him to hiss from pain. No matter how much you begged him, he just wouldn’t stay out of trouble. Grimmjow grumbled curses under his breath at the memory, "That bastard got the upper hand on me this time. It won't happen again, I swear. I hope you aren’t upset with me." He removed his face from your neck and gave your cheek a long kiss. He despised the way you would be upset with him for doing ridiculous things. "I’m not upset, I just want you to be careful." You caressed the small scratches on his cheeks, with him leaning into your touch. Your words calmed Grimmjow down, before he headed back to Hueco Mundo, you always advised him to take care.

"Now, let’s get you all bandaged up! After that, we can watch the one-piece movie I told you about." You took his hand and dragged him to the bathroom while rambling about the film. "Sit." You pointed to the toilet as Grimmjow followed your command, there would be times when he would talk back but you always smacked him across his head before he could finish. After wetting the washcloth you moved his blue locks back to clean off the dirt-covered cuts on his face. Grimmjow hissed when the cold water rubbed against his wounds. You laughed at his dramatic behavior, "Sorry, it might sting a little." You placed the bloody washcloth down and took the first aid kit out of the cabinet. As you stood between his legs to bind the gauze around his head his arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to him, which almost made you trip in the process.

"Thank you for everything, brat." He leaned his bandaged forehead against your belly while your fingers ran through his hair. If it wasn't for you, he would have died, given that you found him bleeding in an alley. Your best friend called you a fool for bringing a stranger into your home without knowing what he's up to. But you ignored them, your heart was too big to leave someone for dead in an alley. Once you treated his injuries, you let him sleep in your guest room till he woke up. But when you returned to see him, he was gone. You were a bit sad not to have his name until he arrived at your window around midnight.

"Are you the one who cured me?" The man with the blue hair kept the flowers in his hand. "Oh! Yes, I saw you bleeding out in an alleyway and I didn’t want you to die." You played with your fingers at the man who looked at you up and down, his eyes were practically burning holes in your skull. He had to admit that for some guy, you were kinda cute. "I'm not used to saying this, but thank you. I picked them up from somebody's backyard." He handed you the flowers with the roots still attached to them, you wanted to say something but it's the thought that matters. You felt your cheeks warm up at the friendly gesture, there’s a handsome man to your window at midnight and gave you flowers?! It was as if a dream had come true! "Ah thank you, sir! Can I ask you your name?" You sniffed the flowers as he gave you a final look, "It's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez"

Ever since, Grimmjow's been showing up at your window every night for year. You always invited him so you could watch films and play together. Your flowery and joyous aura was like a breath of fresh air in his eyes. He wished he had met you earlier.

"It's all right, I'm glad I was there for you." You kept scratching his scalp, the purring light from him made you squeak inside. Grimmjow could feel like he was falling into a deep sleep the way your fingers ran through his hair. "Grim, I still have to wrap up your arm." You caressed his cheek as he groaned and freed you from his clutch. "Don’t be such a baby, once I’m finished with your arm then we can go cuddle." You took off his torn jacket and tossed it in the garbage, making a reminder to burn it later. "I told you, I ain’t no baby." He grunted under his breath while you were withholding your laugh, you always thought he was adorable when he was sulking.

"I’m sowwy kitten, don’t pout. You'll make me feel sad." You poked your bottom lip to upset the espada even more. Grimmjow resisted the urge to throw you through the window as you mocked him. "I wasn’t pouting! I frowned!" He showed his sharp fangs in a menacing way, which made you pinch his cheek. "You're so sweet Grim Grim!" you cut the gauze from around his arm. Once you put the scissors down Grimmjow immediately lifted you up and threw your body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Grimmjow! What are you doing?!" You scratched at his bare back as he squeezed your thighs to shut you up . . . it didn’t work. "I’ll show you who’s the kitten!"

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 soft purring was the only thing you could hear while the movie played. "So cute." You scratched behind his ears as his purring grew louder, as soon as you press play on the TV screen Grimmjow laid his head on your chest and fell asleep. "Grim, are you still awake?" You stopped scratching his head as he groaned into your chest. "What is it brat." He lifts his head, his blue hair now all over the place. "Will you be with me when I wake up? I want to cook breakfast for you." You touched the hollow mask. Every time you go to sleep with him, he's always gone by the time you wake up. You watched his light blue eyes soften your question. "Yes babe, I’ll be here." He placed his head back on your chest, the sound of your quick heartbeat which made him chuckle. "I love you, Grimmjow." "I love you too, Y/n." He leaned forward to give your lips a sweet peck.

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anxious-witch · 4 months

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holiday prompt you say? well well well, totally not based on my experiences

aheeem heeem

good ol’ jance (everyone’s favorite)

one of them offering a hot beverage, the other declining the offer. first one constantly being like “are you sure? you look cold”

I know I keep combining these, but some just fit so well! And I don't want to writing anything too short or repeat myself so! I hope this is fine, since I included both

Jan was having a bad day. His insomnia kicked in last night, which meant he didn't get much sleep. With Jere being over and Bojan's apartment for the holidays, the two of them kept constantly dragging the rest of them somewhere.

Because God forbid Jere didn't get the full experience with all of them around.

So here Jan was, after barely a few hours of sleep, standing by the ice rink. Freezing.

“Janči,” Nace said gently, “are you sure you don't want something to drink? Maybe mulled wine? Or hot chocolate?”

Jan set his jaw.

“No.”

Nace pursed his lips, giving him a worried once over. Jan knew he wasn't happy about how he dressed for the weather. He wore only a leather coat and a scarf that Nace wrapped around his neck at the last moment.

He wasn't that cold though. It was just sleep deprivation.

“You look cold.”

“I'm not.”

Nace sighed.

“Janči. Com'on.”

Jan crossed his arms over his chest.

“I'm tired, not cold.”

Nace reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Jan felt an overwhelming fondness wash over him, despite his annoyance.

“I am just trying to help.”

Jan grabbed his wrist when he tried to pull his hand back and kissed his palm. Nace's cheeks colored slightly.

“I know. Sorry, I am just tired.”

“Coffee might help?”

Jan snorted at his weak attempt.

“No. Unless you are offering to whisk me away from these idiots,” Jan quickly glanced at the ice rink, “I think I'll pass.”

Nace chewed on his lip and glanced at the ice rink. Bojan, Jere, Kris and Jure were there, Nace and Jan didn't join them due to Nace pulling a muscle in the gym recently. Jan didn't want to leave him alone and frankly, he felt like he'd be completely uncoordinated anyway.

Nace got up from their table and Jan curiously watched him as he got to the rink and waved their friends over. He saw him talk to Kris-Bojan and Jure were currently being chased by Jere across the rink-and then quickly come back.

“What was that about?”

“We are leaving. You are clearly tired and I did pull a muscle so…how about we just drive around and look at the lights? And then go home and watch a movie or something.”

Jan smiled warmly.

“I would like that.”

So they did. Nace drove, not trusting him not to get drowsy behind the wheel with the little sleep he got, and simply drove around.

Jan felt slightly like a cat, looking at all the bright lights and Christmas decorations of the houses. Nace drove slowly, so he could steal glances as well, but also the streets seemed to be mostly empty. Like that lull of the day where everyone was just content to stay where they were.

“Maybe we should buy the rooftop Santa for next year,” Nace mused, looking at one of the houses.

Jan laughed.

“And put it where? We live in an apartment!”

Nace shrugged, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe in a living room. Igor would love him.”

Jan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. Would love tearing it apart.”

It was Nace who laughed this time. They continued driving and commenting on the decorations, either approving or disapproving of the choice.

After a while, they both got tired and Nace began driving them home. Jan looked at him as they passed all the colorful lights and decorations once more, suddenly struck by how lucky he was. How thankful he was for Nace.

For the fact that they got to spend the holidays together.

“Nace?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you know that, right?”

Nace carefully parked the car before turning to him and taking his hands in his.

“Of course I know. I love you too. Is everything okay?”

Jan nodded.

“Yeah-yeah I just. Maybe I don't say it enough. But I really do. Thank you for this. Everything, actually.”

Nace kissed him. Jan was almost started by it, not expecting it. He kissed him back, melting into the kiss. Then Nace gently pulled away.

“You don't have to thank me for that. And I know you love me, you just express it in different ways and that's okay. Although I won't complain if you say it more often, either.”

Jan snorted.

“Alright then. I love you.”

Then he kissed him again. He could say many more things. He could tell him that he loved him and he loved spending time with him every day. That he couldn't wait to spend every holiday and special occasion with him, along with all the ordinary days and love him throughout all of them.

Jan might still tell him another day. For now, he'd be content kissing him and accepting the fact that despite all of it, he likely knew all that already.

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dixongrimestrash · 2 years

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Eddie x reader; fluff angst

Eddie forgets to pick you up after work

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Tick. Tick. Tick

You watched as the clock slowly ticked away, silently waiting for your shift to end. The family video was dead at this point. Mostly everyone in Hawkins was at the championship basketball game.

The only reason you aren’t with Steve watching Lucas ride the bench, or watching Robin in band was because you had been needing to save up some money for your spring break trip with your boyfriend.

Eddie Munson.

He (who was also busy tonight with his hellfire club) was going to pick you up after all Friday night activities subsided.

Sure, you wished you could be with your friends tonight, but it’s not like the shift is hard.

The occasional loners who don’t go to school functions came to pick up some movies before dinner. Then of course you had some older families getting their weekly date night fix.

But now, with only 10 minutes left in your shift, you were just ready to be done for the day.

Eddie was a little disappointed you weren’t gonna accompany him for his big night with his Hellfire friends, however completely understood. He was proud of you for working so hard. (He also had no idea of your planned savings to take him on a weekend getaway).

Since you couldn’t have a fun Friday night with your friends, Eddie promised you to a complete and totally metal sleepover at his place. Which for him consists of cuddling, kissing, talking about your night while he lulls you to sleep with his guitar.

It was going to be so perfect.

When the clock struck nine you shut the lights off, making sure to lock up everything you needed to.

You walked out the front door, locking it behind you. Eddie told you he would be about 10 minutes after your shift ended and to just wait for him to roll up in his van.

You took a seat on the curb and pulled a candy bars out of your jacket pocket. You started to snack and waited on your boyfriend to show.

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10 minutes turned into 20. Which turned into 45, which ended up being and hour. The air was colder, making you shiver and hug yourself. You knew the game was over by the increased traffic on the main road leaving town.

You sighed, standing to your feet and dusting yourself off. You started walking back into town toward home.

Eddie forgot.

Your heart ached, he has never done this before. Your mind started to spiral.

Why did he forget me?

Am i not important to am?

Was he angry with me?

Your heart sped a little when you saw a car approaching. Maybe Eddie was just running a little bit behind?

No. It was none other then King of Hawkins High himself Jason Carver and LUCAS?

“Hey Y/n we won the championship game! I hit the winning shot can you believe that!” Lucas exclaimed as Jason’s car slowly rolled to a stop making you stop as well. Lucas’ sudden excitement caught you off guard.

“Oh wow Lucas that’s.. great, Um congrats.” You shivered again from the cold air. You were happy for the young boy who you’ve grown very close too.. considering the last few years.

Even though you were happy for Lucas, the hurt, anger, and disappointment you had for your boyfriend was overshadowing your emotions.

“We are going to the after party you should come.” Jason said as sly as ever. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No thanks, just heading home.”

You weee not a fan of Jason. You had seen how he talked to Eddie, Dustin, and Mine. Pretty much everyone who wasn’t on the cheerleading or basketball team was beneath him.

The only reason he was even talking to you was because your sure Lucas had seen you and asked Jason to pull over.

“At least lemme give you a ride. It’s scary out these days. Don’t wanna be walking home alone.” Jason smirked.

You scoffed, “I’ll take my chances.”

“Come on Y/N, we are heading that way. Besides why are you walking home? Where’s your car?” Lucas asked his ‘cool kid’ demeanor fading and being replaced by real concern.

“Eddie was supposed to pick me up. But he probably just got busy or someth-“

“The freak? We saw him leaving with his cult friends at the same time we left.” Jason cut you off. Lucas just lowered his head, not wanting to let his new popular friends know he is associated with the Hellfire Club.

“Well either way… I just worked like an 8 hour shift so I just wanna go home.” The gravel on the road seemed way more interesting then the current conversation you were having. Not making eye contact with the boys inside the car anymore.

“Hop in.” Jason said giving you a sad smile. You rolled your eyes and gave in. Knowing damn well part of you was doing this to make Eddie mad. The other part just really ready to get home.

The drive to your house was quiet on your end. The boys were talking about the game and how they were gonna get smashed at the after party.

You almost didn’t even recognize Lucas with how he was acting.

Jason pulled into your driveway and turned off the car. “Sure wish you could come with us y/n. It really is gonna be the party of the year.” Jason smirked and turned to look at you in the back seat.

“Yeah well maybe another time. Thanks for the ride.”

And without anymore words, you got out of the car and walked toward your front door, unlocking it and going inside.

The house was quiet, your parents already asleep. You shuffled up to your room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You threw your smelly work clothes in the floor and changed into an oversized tee. You didn’t even bother brushing your hair or anything. You just wanted to sulk in your bed.

You closed your eyes and tried to contain the burning feeling in your nose and throat. You couldn’t help by cry.

This hurt. And this hurt bad.

This was so unlike Eddie. And you had yet to hear from him even now after almost two hours after he was supposed to pick you up.

You cried and cried and cried until eventually you fell asleep.

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The sound of your doorbell ringing woke you up the next day. The bright light coming through your curtains gave your already pounding headache worse. You rolled over, placing another pillow over your eyes.

You could hear footsteps approaching your bedroom door. A soft knock was heard along with a voice you weren’t expecting to hear.

“Y/n? Hey you in there?”

You sat up quickly, pillows flying off your bed.

It was Eddie.

Your parents loved Eddie so of course they just let him right on in. You didn’t even have the energy to tell them what happened last night.

“Sweetheart can I come in?” His voice was soft, and low. Almost like a whisper.

Your heart ached. You didn’t want to do this right now. You had wished it had been a bad dream.

Nonetheless, you stood making your way across the room to open the door just wide enough for Eddie to get a small glimpse of you.

His heart ached at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy and he could only assume they were from crying. Which hurt him even more. Knowing he made you cry broke his heart.

Your messy hair sticking out in all places. He was used to this as he knew you were a pretty rough sleeper. But what broke him the most was the sad look you had etched across your face.

“Hey.” You said looking at your bare feet. This was all you could muster up to say to Eddie. He obviously had gotten fair sleep by the look of his appearance. You couldn’t say the same for you.

“Hey sweetheart. Can I come in? I’m sorry for waking you on your Saturday.” Eddie leaned closer into the door frame trying to reach out to your hand. You took a step back, avoiding his touch.

You had missed him. Even though you were angry, his small gestures melted your heart. You loved how he always reaches out to caress your arm or hand. How he towers over you and places his chin on your head. His long arms completely surrounding your body in warmth.

You wanted to just let it all go. But he hurt you and this was one conversation you can’t avoid if you wanted to continue living life together as a couple.

You opened the door for him. He walked in your room, surveying the area. The pink contrast and brightness of your room always caught him off guard.

He sat down at the edge of your bed and you followed up. Climbing back up and sitting criss cross next to him. He places his hand on your bare thigh making your heart flutter.

“About last night I-“

“You mean when you forget about me and left me sitting on the curb at family video for almost two hours after you PROMISED me you’d pick me up and take me back to your place afterward? Yeah Eddie what about last night do you wanna talk about?”

Eddie was surprised at your sudden outburst. As were you, but it needed to be said.

“Y/n there is no excuse. I’m so so sorry. Yes I got caught up in the game and the boys and by the time I realized how late it was I hauled ass to the family video but you were already gone.” Eddie was now turned toward you, his hand in your squeezing tight.

“I felt like shit. Like actual dog shit.”

This caused a smile giggle from you, making Eddie’s pulse race at your smile. He wiped away the stray tears that you didn’t even realize were falling.

“Hey there’s my girl.” He lifted your chin with his fingers. “I am so sorry y/n. I was so worried about you and then I felt even worse because you had to walk home a-“

“Eddie I didn’t walk.”

“How’d you get home then?”

You could feel the heat creep on your cheeks. The anger you felt now fading but replaced with embarrassment.

“I got a ride.. from Jason.” You tried to hide your laugh as Eddie’s face contorted to disgust.

Him being dramatic of course, he forcefully through his hands over his heart and fell back into your bed.

“Ouch babe that stings that really stings.”

You laughed and pulled him up and wrapped your arms around his torso. “You know I deserved that. So imma let it slide just this once.” Eddie said pulling away and pointing a finger at you.

You smiled up at him, letting him know you were no longer angry. Just happy he is here now. His lips found there way on yours and you felt the sparks flying all around you.

You pulled back, “you soooo owe me a date night. And I guess I can let this one slide too. But just this once.”

Eddie’s hands cupped your head and he places kisses all over your face. “It’ll never happen again M’lady.”

“Good.”

You two snuggled up and ended up laying there for the rest of the morning. No more words said. Just the two of you, together, and happy.

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First time writing for Eddie! Hope it’s okay!

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righteousness-and-tea · 1 year

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shuichi + 🍷 for the event pls?

also I'm sorry I didn't say this earlier but congrats on 200!! you def deserve it your work is amazing and I'm so excited to see what else you create!! 🫂

-🍋anon

Thank you so much for your kindness, 🍋 anon! It's been a joy to write for everyone. Also, I'm super excited to write this one... Shuichi is one of my favorites, actually. I'm not sure if I've said much about what characters I like! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :)

-Mod Celeste

200+ Followers Event: Drunken confession from Shuichi!

(For the sake of clarity, everyone mentioned is of legal drinking age! Also, Mod Celeste says to drink responsibly!)

Shuichi is not usually a drinker. He'll join Kaito and Rantaro at the bar every so often, though he's the designated driver pretty much every time. Not that he minds, of course. He'd hate to lose his inhibitions.

Last time the guys got together, Kaito told him about the annual class reunion in a few weeks. Despite the... quirkiness of his graduating class, Shuichi does still like seeing them every so often. Also, you would be there-- and he's been thinking about catching up since you are often out of the county for work.

"I know you'll be there dude-- y/n already RSVP'd." Kaito laughed as he smacked him in the shoulder.

So, once the day came, there he was. The reunion was usually held at a nice hotel's convention center. A fairly dressy event, but that didn't stop Gonta from not wearing shoes... "you have to admire his consistency," Shuichi thought. It put him at ease to see old friends.

He was making small talk with Maki when you arrived. Dressed sharply and beautiful as ever, his heart stopped at the sight of you. But it had been so long... what would you even talk about? Heck, would you remember him? The anxiety filled his mind.

Kokichi, observant as ever, saw him in this state. He scampered over, mischievous intentions clear, and struck up a conversation. "Heeeeey buddy, cat got your tongue?"

Startled, Shuichi stuttered out a response. "O-oh, uh... yeah, I suppose. Just a bit out of my element, haha." That was an understatement.

"Well... I think I know just the thing. Loosen up, will ya?" With his devious little smile, he passes Shuichi a glass of champagne. In a moment of weakness, he downed the whole thing. Though, it did help.

Looking for some better solace than Kokichi, the detective found Kaito and Maki once again. He saw you talking to the hotel staff, friendly and warm. They could tell Shuichi was a bit shaken, so the pair sat him down and tried to help.

"Listen, man. I know you've got the hots for y/n, so you should be honest!" Kaito was a pretty straightforward guy, for better or worse.

"Now now, Kaito. It's not always that simple..." Maki, the more thoughtful of the two, chimed in.

Shuichi sat at their table, dejected. "I'd love to, but... what if they don't reciprocate? What if I do something wrong?"

Kaito knows when he gets like this, positivity is the remedy. "Have some confidence! You're a really cool guy, and they know it. Just show them that and you can't go wrong! That's how I got Maki-roll, you know." She rolls her eyes, but can't deny it either.

He takes the advice to heart. Trying to embrace the night in stride, he has a few more drinks and makes the rounds to talk to everyone. Shuichi had planned on saving you for last, in the hopes maybe he'd catch you alone. However, the nerves got to him, as did the alcohol. By the time he walked his way over to you (it was more of a stagger, actually), his cheeks were flushed and he had an unusual expression.

"Uh, hey there... y/n." He attempted the charm of a movie star, albeit poorly. "How's it been?" He enquired.

He was clearly a bit inebriated. You thought it was cute, though. The entire night you'd seen him steal glances, only to turn away shyly. He wanted to impress you, and you knew it. You'd had some chemistry back in school, after all. You humored him and answered, with the same "cool-person" attitude.

In his state, he saw this as a win. So, he kept going. Maybe not being held back by his rational side was a good thing? "Let's say we go over the balcony, you and I... I'd like some more alone time with you, if you don't mind," He winked as he took your hand and guided you to the secluded spot. The guardrails were strung with twinkling lights and the view was just stunning.

You asked what his intentions were, and he finally came clean. "So, uh... as it turns out, I'm in love with you. Crazy, right? I have since Hope's Peak, really. I'm sure you've got an awesome partner already though, so this... this is without hope or agenda, okay?" Even in his drunken state, some genuine thoughts slipped through.

Hearing the words after all this time brought you peace. You hugged him tightly, reassuring him you had nobody else. His red face turned redder.

"Huh? Wait, you actually--- huh. I didn't plan this far..." you both shared a laugh at that. The night had worn on very long, however, and it was time to get going. You drove him home, and tucked him in. By that point, he was passed out. What a night!

In the morning, he was greeted with a horrible headache and a note on his bedside table. It read: "Hope you're up for some dinner tonight-- I have an extended stay here at home. Plus, it's about time for a first date, don't you think?" Signed with your name.

The shock finally hit him. "What did I do last night?" Shuichi was partly mortified, but...

Seems Kokichi was right about loosening up.

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x reader #shuichi saihara #v3 shuichi #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi x reader #I'm not very good at writing drunk characters #tried my best though!

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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Wild Eyes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Rogues

Summary: This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Bane DC, Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter One: Peña Dura

I was twenty-two when someone smuggled a castaway into my home. The prison. He was a child. Most men would've thought the child was better off dead, but I thought differently. If he could survive the waters that brought him to Santa Prisca, he'd more than earned the right to receive help. I refused to let him die. "He won't make it through the night," Bird whispered, "I don't know why you waste your time—."

"I spend my days as I please," I whispered as I tended to the child's wounds. "And I disagree... He'll live. You'll see." The child burned with fever, but I would not give up on him.

The child opened his eyes briefly, grabbing my wrist with both hands as he opened his mouth. He wanted to speak to me. Tell me something... But he lost consciousness. He struggled against his sickness for days, and everyone believed he would succumb to his fever. I knew different.

My clothes swallowed him, but I was sure they'd keep him warm through the night. I slept on the floor beside my bed, waking at his every shiver and whine. I woke him up for breakfast and tried to push him to eat. "No—."

"Eat," I commanded. The boy grabbed my wrist with both hands. The look in his eye was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Wild. Untamed. Fierce.

Lightning struck the prison, knocking the power out, and we sat in my cell, staring at one another. His hair plastered against his forehead as illness seeped through his flesh. He wanted to speak. To protest. In the dark of my cell, it was the child's will against my own, and he was unafraid. "Pain," the boy whispered through clenched teeth, and then he released me from his grip. The boy lost consciousness, and my breath returned to me.

"He's not going to make it, Bane," Bird muttered.

"He'll live. I saw it in his eyes," I replied. My eyes were still fixed on the child. "He's stubborn."

And I was right. The boy fought his fever for several days, and on the fourth morning since his arrival, I felt his eyes. I turned to see him standing behind me, reading over my shoulder. "I've read it before... Would you like me to start from the beginning?" I offered. His legs gave, and I caught him. "Sit with me... You're still weak."

He didn't fight with me or protest. Instead, the boy sat quietly on my knee while I read the book aloud from the beginning. Halfway through the first chapter, I received my meal, and we ate together. "I'm Jason… Sorry for eating your food," Jason whispered.

"It's nothing," I replied. Jason was too small to eat a meal by himself. He was no burden to me in that respect.

I liked him. I wanted him to see that. "Where do you come from?"

"Gotham... Where am I?" Jason asked.

"Santa Prisca... Peña Dura," I answered, "You're far from home... When I get to Gotham someday, who should I return you to?"

"I don't have anybody to go home to," Jason mumbled, "But maybe I could show you around when you get there." I smiled.

"I would have it no other way, my friend," I replied.

"What's your name?" Jason asked.

"Bane. What is your name?" I questioned.

"Jason... I'm eleven years old," Jason paused, staring into my eyes before he continued. "And you're the man who saved my life."

"Jason, I didn't do anything. You fought for your life... And you won," I replied.

We talked for hours that day. He told me about movies and music and buildings so ancient, so ornate, and arcane that they seemed like a thing of dreams. Jason intrigued me. I think he intrigued Bird as well. "My church is so huge, and the windows are stained glass... They finally got the bell fixed-. Are you Catholic?" Jason wondered.

"My faith is nothing compared to yours," I replied, "But I suppose I am."

"God doesn't compare... He only loves," Jason whispered. His words were pure. Untainted by ulterior motives or feigned kindness. Jason meant what he said... And it gave me comfort.

As the months passed, Jason and I were inseparable. He imitated my behaviors, learned my ways, and with time, I shared my innermost thoughts with him. Jason understood that prison was only a state of mind. He never verbalized this belief, but his actions showed me he could not be imprisoned. Jason was free.

“My church has fruit trees as far as the eye can see and horses roaming free… There’s a lake, and the nuns are all kind. They smile a lot,” Jason whispered.

"My church is a home for all the children the world forgot. My church has no locks or gates. My church is freedom and warmth,” I whispered as Jason curled into a ball beside me. It was a game we played together at night. We described imaginary churches. I suppose most people would’ve thought I kept Jason around as a form of entertainment, but I didn’t. I’d grown to love him as a father would love a son, and I was unwilling to turn him away. He would be beside me in the world I built. He would be the prince of a new era in Gotham. The son they discarded like trash would rise above and become king.

“You don’t belong in prison. You would’ve made a good foster father,” Jason whispered. I looked at him for clarification. “A foster father… When kids lose their parents or when parents lose their kids-. They’re temporary family placements until kids could go home, or sometimes kids that don’t go home get adopted, and the foster family becomes their real family.”

“Could I have been your foster father?” I questioned. “Would you have wanted that?”

“Of course, I would’ve. I would’ve been lucky to have you around. I never would’ve run away if I had somebody like you,” Jason replied, “You’re nicer to me than my father was. Your church sounds like a good foster home...”

“I’d like you to be my son,” I whispered. They were the only words that managed to escape my mouth. Jason looked up at my expression and nodded.

“I’d like you to be my father,” Jason replied, shutting his eyes. I pulled my blanket over his shoulders. “I love you, Bane.”

I swallowed his words. Love. And he meant it. Unselfish love. “And I love you,” I whispered.

Jason drifted away sweetly beside me while I sat beside him, planning. I would rebuild Gotham for both of us. A place where he would never be cold or afraid or forgotten. Gotham would be our church. I moved his curls from his face, watching his expression soften. His chest rose and fell with every breath, and he murmured something in his sleep like a prayer.

#fic #wild eyes fic #batfam #batman rogues #Bane DC #Jason Todd #Birdy #Bruce Wayne #Parent Bane (DCU)#Canon Divergent AU #Father-Son Relationship #Jason Todd is Not Red Hood #Unconventional Families #Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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your-divine-ribs · 2 months

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Red Part 9

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Y/N is trying so hard to stay away from Van but she can’t avoid him forever… no warnings for this part ❤️

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You can't go on like this... you have to end things with Van...

You repeat the same few lines over and over in your head like a mantra over the following two weeks, almost like it's a sacred incantation that might somehow ward off these feelings that haunt you. It doesn't work though, your heart lurching every time your phone vibrates with a text message. Van's insistent, that's for sure. His texts start out flirty with plenty of innuendoes, but by the third day of you blanking him they take on a more serious tone.

Van: This won't go away just because you're avoiding me. I need to see you.

Van: We need to talk. You can't just keep ignoring me.

Van: I miss you x

The last one just rips into your heart brutally, and from that point on you hit delete quickly every time his name flashes up on your phone screen, trying not to read the contents of the messages. It's safer that way.

Of course ignoring Van doesn't mean that you automatically stop thinking about him though. He lingers there in your mind frustratingly, refusing to budge. He's the first image that pops into your head on waking and the last thought intruding on your mind as you battle with sleep. His whispered seductions in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, the plushness of his lips as they press feverishly against yours... and those eyes... captivating and impossibly blue in the sunlight, drawing you in.

You've stayed away from Larry's ever since the day after the party, feigning a mystery illness, even going as far as insisting that Larry steers clear of your house too in case you infect him. He argues at first, but you insist. After all you are sick. Sick with guilt.

For the first time in all the years that you've been together you find yourself imagining a scenario where you two break up, playing the scene in your head like a movie. Larry shocked and disbelieving, pleading for you to reconsider through his tears. Van there waiting in the wings to move in and claim you, the duplicitous victor who steals you right out of his best friend's arms. No matter which way you play it, the outcome is always the same. Heartbreak for all involved.

You just can't do it.

"You can't still be ill, surely?"

Larry's tone is disbelieving and you're glad that you're on the phone and not face to face where he could see your flushed cheeks and guilt-ridden expression.

"Honestly, I've never felt so bad in all my life. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"But Sophie says she saw you in town yesterday, you were just coming out of that cafe on the High Street. You can't be that bad if you're out and about."

Sophie.

So she's still on the scene. It surprises you and that familiar jealousy comes flooding back, but you remind yourself that you have no business feeling it. If you don't want Van you're going to have to get used to seeing him with other girls. It's actually a good thing.

It doesn't feel good though.

"Errr... well, I guess I am starting to feel a little better." You flounder at being caught out. "I only popped out for a moment."

But Larry doesn't seem concerned that your excuses could be lies, he's got no reason to think that you'd be so devious in trying to avoid him. He just sounds happy, his voice raising up in excitement.

"Ah great, if you're starting to feel better then you'll be okay to come to the gig on Friday night."

"Gig? What gig?"

"You know... the lids are playing the O2 Academy. It's gonna be great. Tickets sold out in about 5 minutes."

"Oh..."

You're struck with anxiety at the thought of seeing Van again, but you know that you can't hide away forever. Sooner or later you're going to have to face him so it might as well be sooner. And he'll be up on stage for most of the night which should make staying out of his way even easier.

"Yeah... yeah. I should be alright. I'll come. Should be a good night."

You try to inject some form of enthusiasm into your voice but it's strained, not that Larry seems to notice. He's off on an excited rant, enthusing about what a good opportunity this is for the band and his best friend. It twists your heart to hear how proud he is of Van, and this just confirms to you that you're making the right decision by ending things.

"Ahh yeah it's gonna be class, and Dan the manager reckons this is just the start of it. He's just in talks with some of the major festivals and there's a good chance they'll be booking loads over the summer. They're really going places, I can feel it. Next year is gonna be immense! And Van's writing some quality tunes at the moment... proper anthems. Hopefully he might play one of the new ones on Friday."

You find yourself zoning out, Larry's words becoming indistinct until you hear something that makes your ears prick up.

"I'm just hoping this gig'll sort him out. Honestly I don't know what's got into him at the moment, he's been moping around with a face like thunder, ignoring Bondy's texts, shutting himself away in his room... he's been a bloody nightmare. Sophie says he's been snapping at her too..."

You close your eyes and screw up your face, your gut twisting as you listen to Larry's account of Van's mysterious uncharacteristic behaviour. What the fuck have you two been playing at? You're not just risking messing up your own lives, but also dragging other people into this whole sordid mess.

You need to rid yourself of this notion that you're somehow falling for Van. It's lust, that's all it is. Plain and simple. And you can soon put a stop to that. You just need to control your urges and see Van for who he really is. It wasn't so long ago that you were disgusted as he paraded a string of lovestruck girls into his bed. He's only on his best behaviour right now because he's on a mission to bed you. And that's never going to happen. Never. Never in a million years. It's over.

Gig nights are always accompanied by a mixture of emotions. Bob and Benji are a bag of nerves even though Benji tries to play it down, a contrast to Bondy's quiet, chilled confidence. Van's always hyper and tonight's no different. He's pacing back and forth in the back room of the venue, practically bouncing off the walls. At least the excitement is overshadowing the awkward moment that you two first clapped eyes on each other. Your train of thought had been utterly derailed and you were rendered speechless as you'd pushed through the door and seen him standing there, your breath catching in your throat as he'd greeted you with a rush of words which sounded very much like relief.

"Y/N! You made it. I really didn't think you'd come but here you are!"

"Here I am," you echo weakly when your power of speech returns, immediately dropping your head down to study the floor to hide your red cheeks. Thankfully everyone's so caught up in the pre-gig excitement that they don't appear to notice Van's eyes lingering on you and your obvious discomfort, but you announce that you're going to the bar nevertheless, keen to be released from Van's stifling gaze.

You turn quickly on your heel, head still down, making for the doorway that you've just come through. Various cries sound out from the lads, placing their orders, but you don't turn around. You just carry on walking, through into the corridor where you stop, taking a deep breath and leaning up against the wall, tipping your head back and closing your eyes.

Fuck... you hadn't been expecting the strength of emotions that had come crashing down on you when you'd seen Van. It had hit you like a ten-tonne truck, a wave of longing and craving and pent-up desire, a rush that made you feel weak, your head still spinning as you curse inwardly, trying to compose yourself.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

The female voice catches you by surprise and your eyes flick open quickly to see Sophie standing there, eyes wide and brimming with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... good... really good actually. I just felt a little... I don't know... faint I guess. It's so hot in there." You fan yourself with a hand, glad to have an excuse for your scarlet cheeks.

"Larry said you'd not been very well so I thought I'd come and check on you. It's not like any of the lads would think to… am I right?"

She rolls her eyes and grins, linking an arm through yours, friendly and conspiratorial. You smile back, pushing your body off the wall, letting her turn you both in the direction of the venue foyer and bar.

"Yeah, guys are shit like that aren't they? Completely wrapped up in themselves."

"Totally! Oh god, especially Van. Sometimes I wonder whether he notices that I'm even there at all!"

You can't help the satisfaction that floods you at her words and you hate yourself for it, pushing it away and playing the understanding confidante, glancing over at Sophie as you walk along.

"Oh, well that's Van for you, he's so easily distracted. So... are things not... errr... going that well with you two then?"

Sophie lets out an audible sigh as you arrive at the bar, both leaning on it with your elbows. "I don't know. He's so moody at the moment, and it's like his mind's always somewhere else entirely when we're together."

Your mind goes to the frequent text messages you've been receiving. You dig in your bag for your purse, ordering pints for everyone. "You do realise that the band always comes first don't you?"

Sophie shrugs, shaking her head slightly, her glossy brunette locks falling perfectly to frame her face. She really is gorgeous, Van must be crazy.

"I know that... and I mean I know we've not been together long, but sometimes I wonder whether he's just stringing me along. You know, until something better comes along."

"Well I don't know about that..." you begin, but Sophie talks over you, eager to tell you her woes, reaching for the first freshly poured pint.

"I mean you did warn me didn't you? About what Van was like? Maybe I should've listened... but I keep finding myself going back for more. He's just so bloody gorgeous it's like I can't help myself. D'ya know what I mean?"

You almost mumble out an agreement before you stop yourself, dipping your head to take a sip of your own pint instead. Sophie's not waiting for an answer anyway, she's on a roll. And what she says next shocks you.

"It's funny really, I've fancied Van for so long. I tried to catch his eye for ages, turned up to all his gigs, went to all the same parties, then after months he finally noticed me. I thought it was like a dream come true, but now I'm not so sure. I'm beginning to think that maybe Van's not the real catch here... maybe it's your Larry instead!"

You splutter in surprise, nearly spraying her in a mouthful of lager, swallowing it too quickly and making yourself cough. "Larry?" You croak, wiping the drink that's dripping down your chin.

She throws her head back with a hearty laugh, a hand reaching out for your arm. "Oh my god Y/N! You should see your face! Yes Larry... your Larry! There's not many Larry's around here last time I checked!"

You crack an awkward smile, setting your drink back down on the bar. "Yeah, I guess he's a good one."

"The best!" Sophie giggles. "Honestly, he's such a sweetheart. When I got upset over how Van was acting the other day he was so lovely. And he's hilarious too, he had me in stitches telling me stories of what the guys all get up to when they're touring."

Her eyes are all lit up as she speaks and you suppose you should feel threatened that this gorgeous girl's so taken with your boyfriend, but you don't. You just listen on, smiling and sipping your drink as she tells you a story of Larry picking her up from a party when she'd had too much to drink as Van wouldn't answer his phone. You hadn't realised how close they'd become in such a short space of time.

Suddenly she stops mid-sentence, eyes wide and cautious. "Oh bloody hell, listen to me going off on one! I hope I'm not over-stepping the mark. You do know that Larry adores you right? I really don't think that he'd even so much as look at another girl. Ahh shit I feel bad now! Me and my big mouth!"

"No, no it's fine," you assure her. "Larry's one of the good guys, nothing's too much trouble for him. He's like everyone's best mate."

Sophie's wariness evaporates instantly. "Yes! That's just it!"

"Alright ladies?"

You feel an arm on your shoulder as you hear the familiar voice in your ear and you whip your head up to see Larry's wide grin. He's got his other arm curled over Sophie's shoulder and she shrieks excitedly on seeing him.

"Larry! Oh my god, we've literally just been talking about you! Bet your ears were burning!"

"Hope it was all good," he grins, giving you a kiss on the cheek, murmuring a quiet "hiya love".

There's a flurry of greetings and hugs, and again you marvel at how seeing Sophie obviously so close to Larry isn't setting off alarm bells in your head. Maybe it's because you're so secure in the knowledge that he'd never stray. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe the spark really has gone from your relationship, that giddy breathless feeling that Van gives you, so addictive that you're always left craving more.

As Larry picks up the pints that you and Sophie can't manage and you all turn back towards the green room, thoughts are thundering through your head like a hurricane. You know damn well that you'd be foolish to think that the rush of excitement from a new relationship can be sustained, and the comfortable companionship that usually ensues is really the ultimate goal, but you still can't shake that disquieting feeling that your relationship with Larry has run its course.

But this isn't the movies. There won't be some dramatic scene accompanied by emotional turmoil that ends up in life lessons and everyone living happily ever after. The fact remains that not only are you a dishonest cheat, you've done the unthinkable and embarked on a illicit affair with your boyfriend's best friend.

Again the words ring through your head, and a quiet determination blooms inside you.

You can't go on like this... you have to end things with Van...

#red #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #vanfic

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the-lark-ascending69 · 25 days

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Going back to my tags on this post, and because tonight I'm obsessed with comphet Robin, I want to expand on this and talk about Mr. Hauser and his relationship with Robin in the podcast. Something that struck to me was the impression that it was written to be intentionally always on the edge of inappropiate, to the point of multiple characters (Dash and Mr. Hauser himself) pointing it out. Obviously, we know both Robin and Mr. Houser are gay, not to mention I don't think Mr. Hauser would ever do anything like that even if he were straight, or if Robin was a boy, but even then, we have Mr. Hauser driving Robin home, Robin suggesting to watch a movie with him in the theater, telling him he can tell her anything, things like that (it's interesting to note that Mr. Hauser is clearly uncomfortable during these moments while Robin, if anything, seems confusing as to why anything they did would be innappropriate, only calling herself stupid when she realized she shouldn't have said that, which, mood). Dash immediately assumes he's preying on her, and Robin doesn't do a great job at defending him, again, failing to see what the weirdness in her relationship with him (all she can come up with is "he's different" which... oof), then blackmailing him alongside Mr. Hauser to keep quiet about it or else they'll be incriminating him for a school infraction Robin commited on purpose to threaten his perfect attendance... I, I mean, it borders on deliciously problematic. Anyone would assume something is off. Dash didn't even know Mr. Hauser was gay, despite Mr. Hauser's assumptions that he was sending anonymous threats over that specifically.

So... I can pretty easily imagine other people seeing something weird with them. Namely, in this AU, Robin's unlikely boyfriend, Steve, knows his girlfriend is a little odd - most times, he loves that about her, but the way she keeps pulling away from him is beginning to make him worry. He doesn't fully understand why she seems so uncomfortable having sex with him, or why she doesn't like going further than a soft kiss, and yes, he's patient, he's respectful, he wants to make her comfortable, but then he sees her laughing so comfortably in Mr. Hauser's car and talking as if they were best friends even though she never told him anything about her weird friendship with her professor... and he can't help but to have suspicions. She doesn't tell him that the reason she never tells anyone she's friends with Mr. Hauser is because last time someone saw them hanging out, they thought he was a predator and he already has enough struggle keeping his relationship with his partner a secret and she doesn't want to cause him more problems... but she also can't tell him what started this... pulling away. She can't tell him that a girl who hates her got a little bit too close to her and she felt something she'd never felt before. She can't admit it to herself. She has no answer for him, even though he questions her and questions her, all she can say is "I don't know! I don't know!" Even when he asks her what is it that she doesn't know, she can only reply with another "I don't know". And then he begins to imply horrible things about Mr. Hauser and Robin immediately jumps in his defense - he's her teacher! They like to discuss literature and language together and there's nothing weird in their friendship! She just can't... she can't. She doesn't know what is it that she can't do, but she can't. Killing herself would be easier than doing what Steve asks from her.

This girl... Nancy Wheeler... she's something terrifying. Robin doesn't know what to make of her. She knows she hates her, maybe because her ex moved on to her a little too fast after they broke up... but there's something captivating about it. Robin had never seen a total solar eclipse but she knew she would go blind when she did because she wouldn't be able to tear her eyes away. She also knows she's felt this way about Nancy Wheeler for years. A strange obsession. She doesn't know how to describe it, but she wants Nancy to choke her, to kill her, to stroke her cheek. She wants to feel her breath on the back of her neck again, and she also wants to run away from her and hide. It's overwhelming, like seeing the sun for the first time after an entire life indoors.

But she can't mention her, because Steve is talking about Mr. Hauser, not about Nancy, and it would make no sense to bring her up, and Robin didn't understand why she thought of her. She just knows she wants Steve to leave her alone, but now he thinks she has some kind of weird secret relationship with their teacher, and she feels suddenly very alone.

#my posts #comphet robin buckley #ronance #mr. hauser is so important to me ik no one knows about him but he's everything #in this AU robin has long hair like jo march in little women (2017) until she realizes she's a lesbian #then she cuts it short by herself #maybe in tears #i'm obsessed OBSESSED #in the woods somewhere au

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anthraxplus · 9 months

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the cultural phenomenon of barbenheimer has taken over my mind

i did barbenheimer with a friend yesterday and it really got me thinking.

first off - it was so weird having my local theatre be so busy. it's usually the theatre you can bet on being able to sneak anything into, and while we still definitely did sneak in a buttload of snacks, they had people actively waiting in the wings as ticket checkers. so it kinda sucked that we couldn't just do the whole thing for free. but that's a bit beside the point. the theatre was the busiest ive seen it in nearly 10 years. and i'm not gonna lie, seeing a "cultural event" happen in front of me was more jarring for that reason. and as the day went on, that image in my head stuck with me. the image that all these people showed up to watch barbie and oppenheimer.

we saw oppenheimer first, in a nearly empty theatre. we sorta did this by design - we started at 10am and picked oppenheimer first because less people would choose to be that insane. i was high and trying to get myself into an impartial mindset (even though i didn't think i would end up liking it). and i think all i should really say about oppenheimer is that it's 3 nearly endless hours that doesnt give anyone any time to breathe and ends up saying a bunch of confusing, disappointing, and outright false things. seriously, the amount of times the movie brushes off the fucking truth of the situation is absolutely disgusting. obligatory linking of shaun's video on hiroshima and nagasaki. i think everyone in the movie should be forced to answer why theyre proud of making 3 hour bland ass shit boring nuclear bomb apologia. this isn't even getting into how the famous oppenheimer quote is introduced by a manic pixie dream girl (who in reality was a stanford graduate and psychiatrist, neither of which i believe are ever touched on or expanded in the film) who hops off his dick mid-fuck, walks over to a bookshelf, picks the bhagavad gita off the shelf, opens it to the exact page and verse of the famous quote, asks him to read, and slides back on his dick between "now i am become death" and "destroyer of worlds." this movie released to critical acclaim. some are calling it a masterpiece.

after some burritos for lunch, my friend and i went to barbie. this was a packed theatre and mostly everyone was wearing pink. the red in my hair has faded to a pink, so i felt like i was part of something. kinda. anyway. some little kids were loud in the front but it wasnt much of an issue. i kept thinking of them whenever the movie would say something about the struggle to find identity in a world that hates you no matter what you do. did those little children listen to margot robbie say that she doesnt have a vagina? did they parse that? it was a great movie, if a bit scattershot. it shouldve been longer, if only to fully flesh out a couple ideas and help the movie feel a little less cramped. but they would never make a 2.5 (let alone 3) hour barbie movie that talks about not just what it means to be a woman, but what it means to be human in a world that is so often contradictory hostile and praising of you. what happens when the Other we defined ourselves by isn't static? do we become different as well in relation to them? do we stay the same? do we do both? what are women supposed to do in the world when everything they do is wrong but they're never allowed to stop doing anything? how do men develop their own identity when they are so often raised into mindsets where their individuality is replaced by similarly contradictory standards and a definition that only exists in relation to women? what did ken mean when he said he had "all the genitals?" barbie is far from perfect, but it manages to ask more honest and thought provoking questions (and offers its own interesting answers) about the nature of reality than oppenheimer does.

i'm struck by the dichotomy on display here. barbie may be the more financially successful of the two films, but it is not treated the same critically. for all barbie says, it seems to get overlooked for its (still impressive) design and acting. its metacommentary is mentioned but never discussed. its "witty meta humor" is listed as a huge selling point. oppenheimer, in contrast, is a vain and shallow film that says nothing and looks somewhat cool doing it. i wonder if there are any parallels here.

i worry for what this means for movies. a nearly empty theatre for a self-important movie that lists itself as its reason for existing is treated as if it says anything at all, and a packed theatre for a movie with a script similarly packed with commentary on our very state of being gets boiled down to "cute sets and witty banter." what did the audience members take from their barbenheimer experience? my area is not very progressive, and in my experience not very invested in growth of any kind. when america ferrera delivers one of the many theses of barbie in a tear-inducing frustrated monologue on how she's never seen as good enough no matter what she does, did the audience members feel seen? did they feel understood? or did they want her to stop talking so they could go back to looking at the cool barbie dream houses? when oppenheimer breezes through the discussion of which innocent cities to burn in an unholy fire with all the tact and deliberation a group of friends has when deciding where to have lunch, did the audience feel slighted? disgusted? or did they just want to see einstein on screen again like he's an iron man cameo?

i dont know where we go from here. it feels like a tipping point for what we want from movies, and i'm not sure audiences learned anything from the past 10 to 15 years of set-ups, tie-ins, and spin-offs. i want to believe something will come of the fact that so many people are seeing barbie. maybe, hopefully, something in it sticks with people and inspires some sort of change. just the smallest amount of evolution. right now i too feel like barbie when she sits in a park and looks around at everything the human experience has to offer, and starts crying from both joy and sorrow. a woman who is so often seen as disposable and empty understands the human condition in a way she cant express, and is overwhelmed by the crushing beauty and fragility it all rests upon. she is a human before she knows she is. she doesnt know who she is, but she knows she still Is. existence is confusing and no one knows what to do about it, and the least we could do is support each other as we figure out who we've always been. i hope this is what sticks with people instead of some half-audible dialogue about how hiroshima and nagasaki were justified. time will tell, though.

#more like 'i am beCUM death' am i right?

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Sorry a day late but here is day 15

Love

Five times Sansa helped her family find love and the one time they helped her

1. Sister

“I just don’t understand!” Said Sansa as she followed Arya.

“That is a new one.” Arya said with a roll of her eyes.

“Watch it…” Sansa warned. “You and Gendry are great together.”

“We are just friends.” Arya stressed.

“Yeah, I usually am struck speechless by my friend’s bodies as well.” Sansa deadpanned, referencing her sister’s reaction at the Stark-Poole pool party.

“You… You just don’t understand.” Arya said, pathetically.

Sansa growled in frustration before looking past Arya and smiling in realization. “Ok then. My friend Alla has expressed interest. I guess you would not mind if…”

“Absolutely not!”

“But you just said…”

“Gendry is mine! Back off!” Arya snapped, before there was a ‘het-hem’ behind her. Sansa’s sister’s long face got even longer as she recognized the source of the voice.

“Toodle-loo!” Sansa said, with a cheeky wave. “I am sure you two have a lot to talk about. Gendry? Our curfew is at 10pm. Try to have her back by then!”

2. Cousin

“Hey, Sansa.” Myrcella said, holding up a bag for the pool party.

“Oh! Hey Cella!” Sansa said, ushering her in. “You are… really early.”

Myrcella grimaced and Sansa waved her down when she realized how rude she came across. “I am so sorry! I just…”

“No! It is fine!”

“Sorry! I just got off of work and going home was the opposite direction and…”

“Cella, it is fine.” Sansa said, holding her forearms.

“Phew. In that case, is there anywhere for me to change?” She asked, and Sansa pointed her in the direction of the bathroom with the broken door.

“Thanks tons!” Myrcella said, practically skipping to the bathroom.

A moment later a voice behind her said, “Hey Sans, is there anyone in the downstairs bathroom?” Sansa turned to see Jon holding swim trunks at the base of the stairs. “Ma is hogging the one upstairs.”

“No you are good.” Sansa lied. Myrcella had been half in love with her cousin since the band incident but was too much of a chickenshit to do anything about it. Maybe Sansa could jumpstart it.

Jon walked over to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock. Sansa got a good look into the room as Myrcella stiffened with her back to the door and her heart shaped butt on display.

Sansa stepped away so that she could not see into the bathroom to give her friend some privacy as Jon stammered out some apologies. Sansa smiled when instead of pushing Jon out of the doorway to slam the door, she grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him inside.

“About damned time…” She said to herself.

3. Brother

Sansa rolled her eyes at her baby brother, on his first date at the movies. She was somehow the one designated to supervise their date and munched on popcorn behind him.

Shireen Baratheon was a good family friend and it surprised everyone when he asked her out. With her scars the girl did not have the easiest time growing up and was a little untrusting when she was asked out by the handsome Rickon Stark. It was only Sansa interfering that stopped Rickon from totally mucking it up. (So Sansa was biased? Sue her!)

But it seems that Sansa is going to need to hold his hand for their entire relationship! Sitting in the row behind him, she saw how his hand kept rising to put over her shoulder before lowering, changing his mind. After the seventh time this happened Sansa rolled her eyes, grabbed his elbow as it rose and pushed it upwards and over the other girl's shoulder.

Shireen stiffened and looked over surprised. Rickon for his part looked just as surprised. The girl was not exactly convinced at his earnestness yet but leaned into the cuddle anyway, making Rickon look like the rooster who found the roost.

“Loser.” Sansa thought affectionately

4. Uncle

“I do not know…” Uncle Edmure said, scratching the back of his head.

“You like her. She likes you.” Sansa stressed, annoyed.

“She is your cousin.” Edmure said, looking at Myranda across the room sitting at their table looking bored.

“Exactly! My cousin!” Sansa stressed, even though that was a stretch. Her and Myranda shared a set of Great-Great-Great-Great Grandparent. Still their families were still close.

“Sansa I don’t…”

Sansa rolled her eyes and shouted, “Myranda! He said yes!”

Edmure gave her a look of horror and Sansa gave her a cheeky grin. “I expect to be a bridesmaid at your wedding!”

5. Aunt

Sansa sat playing with her doll and Margaery cleaned up the play area. The girls did not get to spend time together as they liked so they used the time they had had to the fullest.

“Is Willas picking you up?” Sansa asked.

“Probably. Why?”

“Nothing.” Sansa said, unconvincingly. “It is just… Aunt Lyanna gets happier when is the one to pick you up.”

“Really?” Margie said, mischievously.

“Yeah. And she said…” Sansa began before blushing hard.

“Go on.”

“She said that he has an… butt for days.” She finished causing both girls to start giggling in hysterics.

“You know what this means!” Margie asked. “It means she likes Willas! Old ladies only talk about boy’s butts when they like them!”

“We could be family!” Sansa whispered. “Aunt Lyanna?”

“Yes, sweetling?”

“Do you like Willas?” Sansa asked, and Lyanna turned scarlet.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you like Willas? Margie’s brother?” Sansa said.

“Sansa…”

“You should ask him out!” Margie said, and Lyanna tilted her head. “I once heard him talk about how much he likes how you are with the horses.” Margie confirmed and if that was not a declaration of true Love Sansa did not know what was.

“I don’t know girls…” Lyanna began and Sansa piped up.

“You said that it is a woman’s world now too! And they should not hesitate to grab life by the treats.” Sansa said, reminding her aunt.

“By the what?”

“Treats!” Sansa said, beaming.

Lyanna finally realized what Sansa meant and she did not realize that she was there during that conversation with Lysa and was mortified that she was using that euphemism. But the girl was right. She should be the one to make the first move. Willas was plenty handsome and she deserved some of that man butt!

“You two are right.” Lyanna said, ruffling hair to both girl’s displeasure. “Maybe I will ask him out.”

Lyanna couldn’t help but grin as both girls jumped up and down and started dancing in successful glee.

1+ Family

Sansa looked up from her book as Uncle Edmure and Gendry walked in without a word. “Hey guys, what's oomph!” Sansa was taken off guard as the only two family members taller than her both picked her up and carried her to her room

Quicker than Sansa could think, she was deposited in her room where Myranda, Arya, Margaery, Myrcella, Shireen, and her Aunt Lyanna were waiting. “What is going on?” Sansa asked, but got no answer other than being stripped of her cropped sweatshirt, yoga pants and even bra.

The group (mostly Margaery and the Baratheon girls) quickly had her hair done up and make-up done, talking and joking with each other ignoring Sansa’s questions. Finally they were finished making her look like she was going to Prom again and Ed and Gendry picked her up and brought her to the door.

“Why do I feel like I am being sold?” Sansa asked rhetorically.

“Welllll….” Arya said, “You want to play matchmaker so badly we figured that we’d return the favor. My Friend Edric Dayne is outside.”

“What!” Sansa hissed, but before she got a response the door opened to see Ned in a sports coat and holding a Red Rose.

“Hi Ned.” She said, but the entire group behind her seemed to be intimidating him.

“Get her back at a decent hour!” Edmure said.

“But not too decent!” Myranda said with a waggle of her eyes.

“If you hurt her I will find you.” Lyanna said in a low growl.

“I- I am really looking forward to this.” Ned said, earnestly.

“Yeah, me too.” Sansa said.

“You had no idea this was happening did you?” Ned asked, completely unfooled.

“No.” She said, as he opened the passenger door to his purple truck. Between that and the rose, he was easily the most chivalrous man she had ever gone out with (not that Joffrey and Harry put up a great competition. “But that does not mean I am not excited!”

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“(Beverly) Hillbillies, that is…”

The first DVD that my family owned was a collection of assorted Beverly Hillbillies episodes. While not as primordially formative for me as the re-runs of The Andy Griffith Show we watched even before we had such a modern convenience, it’s safe to say that this was yet another piece of media that shaped my… sensibilities. There are modern mega-hit songs I hear on the radio all the time that I don’t actually know the lyrics to, but I know the opening and closing themes of The Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, often, those old DVD collections didn’t have the actual themes and had some other lyric-less tunes in their place.

I wouldn’t call the series anything approaching “high art” or “essential viewing,” and it certainly trafficked in stereotypes: The Ignorant Yokel is still with us—often the go-to voice and posture when someone wants to indicate stupidity and backwards or conservative thinking—but The Beverly Hillbillies itself was just as much a send-up of the hill folks as it was a critique of the Beverly Hills culture they were dropped into after patriarch Jed Clampett was “shootin’ at some food” and unearthed a fortune in oil. A repeated early joke in the show is how some person will treat the Clampetts like dirt and then do an over-the-top 180 after discovering they’re wealthy. It’s just as much a joke directed at the supposed well-to-do and cultured rich and how completely and utterly their nose-in-the-air posturing gives way to obsequious hand-wringing and smiling as they try to stay close to the money, in the good graces of a particularly big new fish in a small pond. Even as the show devolves into sillier and sillier escapades (like Jed’s nephew Jethro buying a tank), this core element remains true as their banker, neighbor, and sort-of friend Milburn Drysdale tries to carefully placate the Clampetts so that they keep their money in his bank, with his greed arguably enabling their continued cultural rampage through the land of (not exactly) good taste.

Looking back at the TV series as an adult (watching some new-to-me re-runs), there is a cynical, mean core buried beneath the string twangin’ “Aw shucks!” fun of making jokes about “possum innards” and the “cement pond” (swimming pool) which I always took for warmth and sweetness and fun. And, as such, the 1993 Beverly Hillbillies film isn’t actually as far off the mark as I kind of thought it was for years…

Here’s another weird Monty quirk: I actually listened to the book on tape (literal tape, cassette) of the novelization of The Beverly Hillbillies film before I saw the movie. We probably got it because my parents recognized the brand, though the actual movie and its novelization are so much meaner and more sexual than the 60s TV series, which featured plenty of talk of courting and marriage, as well as the occasional schemer looking to get their hands on the Clampetts’ money, but was never so forthright and vulgar as this. There’s a particular line from the novelization that I’m not sure is even in the movie—something from Mr. Drysdale directed at his wife and about “getting her liposuction butt in gear” (or something like that). I remember that line because of how explicit it seemed to me as a child, when I heard it riding in our car, and because of how mean it was. I’m not sure if I had seen the original show at that point, but (even if I hadn’t) after I had, the movie still struck me as mean in contrast. Aggressive, tonally.

Here's a great, representative line from the movie: Gold-digging Laura Jackson in disguise as a French tutor says to Jed, “Happiness is hard to find.” But remember that she’s FRONCHE, so take away the “H”… There’s also a sequence of scenes early in the film as the Clampetts drive to their new home where they decide that giving someone the middle finger is the “Californy” way of saying “hello,” so they do it repeatedly. The aggression’s also there in how the character of Granny is treated. Jed uncharacteristically, meanly tells her to “hush up” when they’re tying her in her rocker to the top of the car to take her to Beverly Hills, and Laura calls her an “old hag” when she and her co-conspirator, sycophantic worm Rob Schneider (I mean “Woodrow Tyler”), are dragging the eldest member of the Clampett clan off to an abusive old folks’ home after she overhears their plans. The general state of the Granny Abuse—and the fact that we barely see her or the mansion’s kitchen during the plot—feels somewhat uncannily “off” given how central that location and the character are to so many of the original TV series episodes.

The casting conjures up similar uneasy vibes overall. While I don’t think Jim Varney really looks much like Buddy Ebsen’s original Jed, the others struck me as much closer. They’re still clearly not quite right, but they’re not quite right in ways that only stick out to me because the differences feel so slight and therefore more noticeable. I thought Lily Tomlin was excellent as Drysdale’s right-hand woman Jane Hathaway, and immediately fell for Diedrich Bader’s extremely toothy performance as Jethro, during this re-watch. Cloris Leachman was also a great, if somewhat under-utilized, Granny.

I would say that replacing refined grown adult mama’s boy Sonny Drysdale with the extremely 90s-coded teenager Morgan Drysdale was some kind of aesthetic crime against the original show, but the movie is generally visually coherent with the TV series, though the big-screen cinematography certainly adds to the feeling of uncanniness with how much more expressive and less static it all looks. You see the Clampett mansion from unusual angles that feel, in their own way, as obscene as when Laura is in her skimpy attire getting her legs waxed (while Tyler watches), a gif of which is labelled as potentially explicit in Google’s image search.

Honestly, I had a good time re-watching this movie! It definitely feels more aggressive and mean (or at least more honest about those feelings), but it’s genuinely well-paced, and the jokes are well-executed. There are some physical bits—like Jethro plowing a car into the outhouse Granny is using—that are filmed in a matter-of-fact way that really tickles me. And it’s not like the movie is un-reverential where the source material is concerned. There are jokes taken directly from the TV series (including the Clampetts’ struggle to connect their doorbell ringing with people appearing outside their front door). The opening and closing themes are both used, and Buddy Ebsen makes a brief late-game cameo appearance in his role as the detective Barnaby Jones, of the 70s TV series of the same name.

The 1993 Beverly Hillbillies doesn’t so much swerve from the source material or take it to truly radical new places, but it does enliven it, with the improved camerawork and a new pep (that same aggressiveness, in a way) adding what I found to be an infectious energy this time around.

It’s ultimately of a kind in my head with a whole line-up of similar films, like the 1991 Addams Family or the 1997 George of the Jungle or 99’s Dudley Do-Right, the 2000 The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle, the 2004 Fat Albert film, and even Rob Zombie’s 2022 take on The Munsters. This line from the back-of-the-box description of The Beverly Hillbillies movie novelization audiobook kind of, sort of applies to them all if you squint a little: “But times are a-changin’, and corporate raiders circle their fortune like vultures.” These are, as a loose-knit collection, films about some sort of more innocent source material coming into conflict with a more “modern” and mean and greedy world (loosely speaking). I find the repeated premise charming, and I guess it just goes to show that the original Beverly Hillbillies is kind of timeless or prescient since they were already essentially sort of doing this back in the day, just with less obvious edginess and a lower budget.

#film #movies #movie review #rewatching #the beverly hillbillies #beverly hillbillies

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Orädd En

TITLE: Orädd En PAIRING: Joel/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Crystal notices a tall, blonde, muscular man covered tattoos that frequents her gym.

[A/N - My first Joel Kinnaman one-shot!]

Crystal had seen him before.

He was kind of hard to miss. 6” 2’, blonde, and muscular with a chest and arms covered in tattoos.

Crystal had never found tattoos attractive on a man, but he pulled them off.

He frequented the gym a couple of times a week. Most of the time another tall, blonde man was with him and they spoke to each other quietly in another language.

There were whispers around the gym that they were actors. She’d seen the other blonde on TV before. Some vampire show from years ago, but she hadn’t seen the one with the tattoos in anything. Crystal didn’t watch a lot of TV or movies, preferring to be out in nature or reading a book.

“Is this taken?” a deep voice asked her.

She looked up and saw him. Once it dawned on her that he was talking to her she blushed. “Uh, no.”

He sat down on the mat a few feet away from her and started doing stretches.

She watched in awe as the muscles under his skin rippled with every movement. Crystal was aware that she was staring, but he seemed to be basking in the attention.

“Joel,” he said.

Crystal cocked her head to side. “Huh?”

He chuckled. “Joel. It’s my name.”

“Oh! I’m Crystal.”

“Nice to meet you, Crystal.”

Crystal’s phone lit up with a text from her best friend Julie.

“You hike?” Joel asked. He gestured to her phone with his head.

“Uh, yeah. I live at the edge of some woods, so when I’m not here you can usually find me in the woods.”

“By yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“And you feel safe going into the woods by yourself?”

Crystal was unsure where this conversation was going.

“Sorry. I played a cop in a TV show,” Joel explained.

“Oh. I didn’t know. I don’t watch much TV.”

Joel waved his hand. “It’s okay.” He finished stretching and stood up. “See you later, orädd en.” He gave her a wink before walking over to the weights.

Crystal stared after him confused.

What had he called her? And why did he say it so affectionately?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She saw him the next week when he walked into the same yoga class as her. He didn’t strike her as a yoga person, but she didn’t really know him on a personal level. He just struck her as a weightlifter.

Joel rolled out his mat next to hers and sat down.

“Hello,” she said.

Joel smiled. “Hello orädd en.”

There was that phrase again.

“What does that mean?” Crystal asked.

Joel was about to answer when the instructor called their attention to the front of the room.

Joel found it adorable how small Crystal was compared to him, but everyone was small next to his 6’ frame except Alex and his siblings of course. She was a little uncoordinated which made him wonder how she managed to not hurt herself while hiking.

Joel loved hiking and spending time out in nature. Maybe it was part of his Viking heritage. Something inside him cried out for the wilderness.

The yoga session ended with Shavasana, but instead of keeping his eyes closed, Joel looked over at Crystal.

She looked beautiful in the dim light of the yoga studio. He wanted to know what she would look like outside the artificial light of the gym.

The class ended and the lights came up.

Crystal and Joel rolled up their mats and got ready to leave.

“We should go hiking together sometime,” Joel said.

“I don’t know if I’d be able to keep up with you,” Crystal told him.

Joel laughed. “Oh, I think you would, orädd en.”

“You keep calling me that. What does it mean?”

Joel tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and said, “It means fearless one.”

Crystal blushed. “I’d hardly call myself fearless.”

“Well I happen to think you are, because you terrify me to be honest.”

Crystal’s eyebrows nearly shot off her face. “I terrify you?”

“You’re always on my mind and that scares me. I’ve never experienced something like this before.”

“Me neither. We can be scared together then.”

Joel smiled. “Sounds like a plan, orädd en.”

#joel kinnaman #joel/oc #joel kinnaman imagines

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evvy96 · 1 year

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Of All People - Impulse x Reader

y/c=your name e/c=eye colour h/c= hair colour n/n=nickname y/f/n=your full name s/h/n=superhero name

*This will be two years after the events of ‘Endgame’. However in this story, Wally didn’t die. I don’t like the fact that he did, so many of my fics that take place after the end of the series will have him still alive. You’re welcome. Happy reading.

“Ugh! You are such an ignorant ass!” “Me!? I’m not the one who totally blew the mission thirty seconds after touching down. If you couldn’t handle the environment why didn’t you just stay at home like any smart person would?!” “Because, unlike SOME people, I don’t let a few little weaknesses get in the way of my freaking job! God! How did you even make it onto the team future boy? Shouldn’t you have fixed your little machine and blazed back to where you belong?!” “Maybe because the technology doesn’t exist in order for me to fix it. Did you ever think of that, smart ass?”

Nightwing, Wally, Artemis, Robin and Superboy watched on as their two friends Bart and (y/n) bickered, yet again. M’Gann? Could you do me a favour and link up the whole team except Impulse and (s/h/n)? We all need to talk. Nightwing called to the Martian through his mind. He received a chorus of voices in reply, signalling M’Gann had opened the link between the team, who were spread all throughout the newly rebuilt Tower. We need to do something about these two idiots. Their constant arguing is grating on my nerves. Superboy’s irritated voice echoed in their minds. Dude, when is it not grating on anyone’s nerves? It’s like one constant fight that just jumps from one insignificant thing to another. They have got to stop before one of them, or us, gets hurt because they can’t concentrate on a mission. Wally spoke. Team meeting in 10 minutes in my quarters. They’ll be fighting for at least another half hour, and then they’ll just go cool off either in one of the gyms or their rooms. Nightwing called.

Not even 10 minutes later, the whole team save for the bickering duo in the kitchen had taken a seat in various spots in Nightwing’s bedroom. Dick had shed his costume in this time and donned his usual outfit, complete with his shades, purely out of habit. “Okay, we’ve all met here cause we need to do something to stop (y/n) and Bart from their constant fighting. It’s not good for team morale, nor is it good for the two of them, especially since they’ve been paired off for one of the night patrol shifts that start next week.” “No kidding Dick. I can’t even stand to be in the same thought space as them anymore. Ugh, it’s Wally and Artemis all over again.” M’Gann exclaimed “Dudette, no way!” Wally protested. “Even Artie and I weren’t this bad. We fought yeah, still do, but never to this extent of annoyance.” “He’s right M’Gann. These two are significantly more difficult to be around recently. It’s as if their dislike of each other has only grown in the past few months since (y/n) joined the team as (s/h/n), instead of just being a girl at Bart’s school that he only had to interact with during classes.” Kaldur explained. A sudden though struck Artemis. “Hang on guys. What if it’s not dislike so much as their feelings have grown into something more positive? I mean, there have been a few times where I’ve caught (y/n) making goo-goo eyes at Bart during missions and movie nights. And none of you can possibly tell me you haven’t noticed Bart getting agitated when (y/n) is standing close to one of the guys. I even saw him deck this one guy from one of their classes when I picked him up from school a few days ago. He said the guy had been hitting on (y/n) all day and even slapped her ass as she left for the day. He looked pretty jealous to me.” At this Robin grinned. “Guys, I think I may have a plan.” The team gathered around, grins sprouting on their faces as he explained his idea.

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(S/h/n) and Impulse were silent as they walked through their section of Star City, both still fuming from an argument they’d had before leaving for patrol. Bart scowled as his gaze shifted over (y/n)’s tense figure, regretting the argument as he observed the unshed tears in her eyes. (Y/n) was trying her best to keep a poker face around Impulse, not letting her emotions cloud her thoughts as she worked. She would collapse later on when her patrol was done and she was alone in her room in The Cave.

As the awkward silence continued, they received a transmission from Batgirl. “(S/h/n), Impulse, I’m getting reports of a bank robbery three blocks away from your position. Find the quickest route and put a stop to it ASAP.” “Received Batgirl. We’re on our way.” Impulse responded. He turned to (s/h/n) as they started to run to the location of the robbery. “If we take this next right we’ll get there in about 2 minutes.” (S/h/n) rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but if we keep going straight then make a right in three blocks, we’ll save time and get there in less than a minute. Less corners and traffic to cross.” “Do you have to contradict everything I say?” Impulse snapped, quickly becoming annoyed again. “If you’re wrong I do.” (s/h/n) shot back quickly. Suddenly her ears picked up on a noise coming from the alleyway they were passing, slowing her pace and causing Impulse to slow too. “Right, so that must mean I’m always wrong then.” he snapped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why did you stop? We have a robbery to stop.” “Quiet! I hear something.” She shot backwards towards him, slowly approaching a dumpster at the side of the alley. “Oh right, of course only you would hear any regular noise and assume it’s trouble. Can you ever just-“ His tease was cut short as several figures clad in all black dropped from the roofs above, surrounding the pair and quickly restraining Impulse before he could speed into action. (S/h/n) spun around quickly to see her partner in trouble and rushed forward to help him without a word, but quickly realised her mistake as another figure grabbed her from behind and wrapping an arm around her neck. She struggled in the hold before she felt a sharp prick below the arm restricting her airway, then the world started to spin. Before she succumbed to the darkness, she watched as Impulse was injected with some kind of liquid, hearing a panicked “(S/H/N)!” before she fell into unconsciousness in her captor’s embrace.

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“(S/h/n)! (S/h/n), c’mon wake up. Please get up.” Her eyes fluttered open, the dim light around her allowing her to take note of her surroundings. She was in a concrete room of some kind, and across the room from her, chained by his wrists which hung loosely in front of him, was a distressed Impulse. She attempted to move forward and help, but found her arms were restrained above her head, her feet unable to touch the ground. She looked up to see shining metal cuffs around her own wrists, a slight pain shooting through them as she tried to wiggle them free. “Impulse? What happened? How did we get here?” “We were attacked in the alleyway. Neither of us saw them coming. They injected you with some kind of tranquilizer liquid and me with a paralysing serum and brought us here. I’ve tried vibrating my wrists to shatter the cuffs, but it looks like they’re designed to cancel out my powers.” Hearing this, (s/h/n) looked back up at her wrists and attempted to melt the cuffs with her fire ability, then tried to make them brittle with a quick switch to her ice abilities when that failed. Still nothing happened. She felt her elemental powers flow through her towards her arms, but as they reached her wrists it was like the power was somehow repressed or blocked. She grunted in frustration, “My powers aren’t working either. Whoever took us must have been planning this for a while.”

There was silence for a while, a feeling of helplessness falling over the two teens, followed by annoyance, then anger. “This is all your fault, you know.” Impulse stated bluntly. (S/h/n)’s eyes widened, then narrowed at the brunette. “My fault? How in hell is this my fault?” “If you hadn’t gone into that alley we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “Well if you had been watching our perimeter instead of taunting me, you would’ve seen the attack coming. Isn’t that what partners are supposed to do when one person is investigating something? Watch their back in case of danger?” Impulse huffed in annoyance, “Oh yeah this is totally all on me. You don’t have to investigate every sound you hear just cause you’re super paranoid about walking around Star City at night.” “Can you blame me? Star City isn’t exactly the safest city on Earth. I’ve had to learn to be careful when I’m out after sunset so nothing bad happens. Figures the one time I let my guard down and trust the person I’m with is the one time something actually does happen.” She muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. He groaned. “Of all the girls I could possibly have fallen for, it just had to be you didn’t it? Couldn’t have been Danni Peters could it? No, it had to be the (h/c) haired, (e/y) eyed annoyance that is (y/f/n).”

As he registered what he had just said, his hands flew to his mouth, stopping himself from saying anything else, even though the damage was already done. (Y/n)’s eyes widened again, her brain not quite finished processing what she had just heard. “Y-you…. fell for m-me? Then…. h-how come you’re always arguing with me? Why are you always picking on me and things I do?” “I…. I guess it was just easier to hide my feelings for you if I pretended they weren’t there. I mean, it’s obvious you don’t feel the same about me, so it hurt less pretending I hated you when it’s clear you hate me.” (Y/n)’s eyes softened. “Hate you? How could I possibly hate you Bart? You’re such a sweet guy, always worrying about your friends and teammates. You put everyone else’s needs before your own, regardless of the consequences. In truth I’ve liked you for a really long time, basically since you first started at the school. I’ve been doing the same thing as you I guess. Hurt like hell every time one of us threw an insult at the other, but it hurt less than the thought of you rejecting my feelings. I’m sorry for everything I’ve said, I never meant any of it.” Bart smiled softly from across the cold, damp room. “I’m sorry too (n/n). You’re such an amazing girl. I reckon I’ve liked you for just about as long as you’ve liked me, but I was just too scared to confront you about my feelings. Hell, I even slugged Robby Fenwick that day when he wouldn’t leave you alone and slapped your butt. Forgive me?” “I was wondering why he just backed off all of a sudden. Thanks for that, and of course I forgive you.” “Heh, you know. If we manage to get out of this, I wanna take you out on a date. Maybe we can go to that theatre you like and see a show. If you want to that is?” (Y/n)’s eyes lit up at the idea. “I’d love to go on a date with you Bart.”

As soon as she had finished saying that, the room flickered, the image of a dark basement room disappearing to be replaced by a room of graph lines and a mechanical voice repeating the phrase “Simulation Terminated.” They looked towards the sound of a door opening, revealing their teammates, all with silly and smug smiles on their faces. “Told you guys it would work. They just needed that little push to admit their feelings for each other.” Robin chuckled as he entered the room and approached Bart, releasing him from his shackles as Nightwing approached (y/n) to do them same. When the cuffs were off, Bart sped forward to (y/n), catching her as she feel from her restraints and pulling her body to mould with his in a tight hug. “Thank God you’re okay. Are you good to walk? Or do you want me to carry you?” She chuckled at he whispered into her ear softly, “I think I’m fine Bart, I can walk.” However, when she tried to take a few steps forward, her knees buckled, alerting the team to something they hadn’t thought of in their plans. Bart quickly caught and swept her into his arms Bridal Style, scowling at his teammates. “You’re body mustn’t have completely rid the tranquilizer serum from your system yet. You’re still waking up. C’mon, I’ll take you to your room so you can lie down. And as for you guys,” he glared at the rest of the surrounding teens and young adults, “you’re all just lucky she’s not hurt, cause that would mean real bad news for all of you. I’ll come back to release my anger out on you later. Right now, my girlfriend needs to rest.” With that, he turned and walked out of Mount Justice’s simulation room, smiling at (y/n) as she rested her head on his shoulder and drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Meanwhile, Zatanna quirked an eyebrow and smirked after the new couple. “Totally worth it, right guys?” The chorus of agreement was all that needed to be said. Things in The Cave would be much more mellow from now on.

#youngjustice #impulse #reader #capture #schemes

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zunopious · 1 year

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12/18/2022 - 11:39pm

I wasn’t going to write anything here anymore but I couldn’t help it. Plus you said its good to put thoughts down on physical surfaces right? I watched La La Land today, it was beautiful. I loved it, I saw you in Mia’s character; I also saw myself in Sebs’. The way you want whats best for people no matter what, and how you give such an innocent love to those around you. You can also get easily discouraged when things don’t go accordingly. When she cried after her audition I pictured her as you because you always talked about not being loved or cared for in the way you wanted. I wanted to hug her and tell her everything would be okay. Everything will be okay and you’ll be loved how you want to be loved. Anyone would be a fool not to.

I saw myself in Sebs’ character through his ambition for something greater and his perseverence to wanting to keep pushing through broken glass to get to his goal. He also spoke out of spite which reminded me of me in our arguments towards the end. My therapist said its because I was pushed to a limit but who knows. At the end when Seb saw Mia I envisioned that being us. I couldn’t help but think that be us. I have a feeling the next time i hear or see you, it would be just a passing. I glimpse. And like the scene where an entire seperate universe plays out where they marry, have kids, and settle down will play in my head. I’ll still be happy for you. You deserve love and nothing but. I trust you’re doing well.

Besides the movie, I also wanted to talk about the entire situation that i got us into. My plan was never to leave you for someone else. I wrote it down in a doc. I didn’t go see her to be around her. She was just in the friend group at the time. I remember one of the weekends after our breakup, I told Zach that i missed you. Weekend after that one i told Sebas and Jay. Truth is i never stopped loving you. Not for a second. Nothing would change that you know, whether or not they would be here. I promised you that i would leave anyone for you. You’ll always be my person that i would choose in a sea of people.

I know my actions show otherwise but it wouldn’t have changed anything. The reason i never reached out sooner, despite wanting to. Is knowing that you don’t deserve that. I said that it would just be an attatchment, but it wasn’t. It never was. When we kissed again, and your lips hugged mine I felt everything. I felt the warmth of your aura, the memories of every kiss we’ve had, the smell of your apple hair. It was like a lightning bolt struck me. It wasn’t sparks. I was just very very very lost. I am slowly forgiving myself for everything that has happened.

My therapist said that feeling guilt and remorse means im a good person and that i have done everything i can. I still can’t shrug the feeling of getting over you. I came back too late but its okay, its your time to figure out who you are. To strengthen your open heart and soul. I can see that you’re becoming such an amazing person. I am so proud of you Monse. I can feel that you’re becoming who you want to be, being able to live life yourself. Do what you want to do. I’m happy for you. You were already a stong person before, and now you’ll be stronger.

I’m sorry I was your lesson in this life but, I’m glad that I was able to help you become who you needed to become.

You said that it seems like everything was a lie. It never was, for me it was too good to be true. I was afraid of being hurt. You were right about me needing time to heal after the other relationship. If i had taken a bit more time to myself maybe we wouldn’t have parted.

I like to see myself as a booster rocket for your voyage. I gave you a hard push to get you to where you want to be. You’re happy with yourself now. You feel great, having fun, making new memories with your friends. Being you. I love that you’re happy with yourself. I know you’ll be extraordinary general. I think it’s time to promote you to Chief. I’ll be here for you if you decide to land although, the universe is vast and there are tons of pockets full of life and new plants. I’ll build another ship to find you so we can find ourselves on another adventure. Sounds fun, two chiefs? It’d be a little confusing huh.

I’ll be a better person for sure, this has been a huge lesson for me as well. I am the problem and I am fixing it. I don’t want you to come back to a mess of a person again if you do. You sent me the tik tok of having a part of me with you right? Well I as well. I am basically a mold of you. Everything I say or do is still because of you. I am always reminded. I never liked musicals or going on walks, I didn’t have a style before but these grandpa sweaters hit different. I wasn’t into my spirituality as much, and i wasn’t as understanding either. There are some bad things that i picked up but thats okay, we all can’t be perfect.

I hope time brings us together once again. I’ll be at your feet worshipping you for the rest of my life if i get the chance.

We can fold laundry together, but by choice not because it’s our paycheck.

I love you always and forever, even if you don’t. I’ll never be ashamed of having love for you. I’ll see your ship when i find it.

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the-firebird69 · 5 months

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She was the wife of Michael too and is not gone of course no she died. She was not in the movie but she died from old age no that's what our son thinks. She was working moving ordinance and it exploded. And there are people who wonder how it happened and people who are checking the scene it was in an underground facility no it was in the 8th ring and will and Bill say they detected something and we think we know who it is but they have to check they said and they have equipment too they do think it's the ship and it's happened before

Thor Freya

Olympus

Okay guys this is what it is I've been talking about it so he went ahead and hit her now the guy has to pay he's been doing this to people for a long time and he thinks there's nothing to pay about it and we have to make him pay

Mike tew

I agree it was sending troops now they're going to take that son of a b**** down

Mac Daddy

I've been holding my breath I want a piece of them and now's the Time to take it I can't believe this happened we are all so sorry Michael too

Justin

You can't help but feel bad because we knew her and she was helping our friend and my son-in-law a lot and matter of fact I don't know what he's going to do without her doing it

Ken

We've all had a tough time here and I think I have to start working again and stop being a jerk to him and I do understand what people are saying people need to do these things to help and it was not nice of what he did and Tommy f will have to pay and we're going around saying what we'll do if something happens you shouldn't do it to me it's not nice she didn't do anything to you

Lily

She was true is I don't think it just charged for my ship I know where I was when it happened I want people to calm down

Tommy f

Who become as soon as your stupid ship is out of here you don't have any right to sit there like that and we're going to go after you it doesn't shield them from anything all these stupid assholes are underneath it doing all sorts of dumb things I'm surprised you survive this is to threaten you I threatening him and all s*** out of here you're such a jerk

Sherry

What time are you doing this to people and it's not even your fight you got involved now it's your fight Tommy f

Mike tew

I don't believe it you struck again it's time to go away you're ruining our realm you're such an a****** and you're drawing more fire on yourself right now in a time when the empire could have been stepping in you're such a fool I'm so tired of seeing you stupid people screw up things that would have stopped the empire now it's going to be a nuisance and a nightmare and I should explain he says you're going to go ahead hitting each other again in a big huge hit each other fast and the empire is going to be sitting pretty and you probably won't have your damn stone chips you're a stupid s*** tummy f

Preston

I suppose I see the point they go after me harder and the ship's harder it's a group involved I don't need and it's really happy fighting each other

Tommy f

Have found this on my table 50 times today one more time and my wife gets it now I don't want you around you're a piece of s*** and you're threatening all of us with it and that's why you did it and you're trying to kidnap women all over the place that I saw it you got to pay for this you piece of crap

Tommy Allen

This woman was helping me and Michael too had started to turn into a monster again and she kept doing it and was faithful doing it for some reason I don't really know why but she was good at it and a lot of people have been falling down so now I'm left without an auntie I have beat this s*** out of you Tommy f

Zues

I can use that and beat him up

Hera

We're going to come in there and beat the s*** out of you Tommy f we don't like you

Corks

Is too

Trumps

Good let's. I'm here to say I'm going to help handle what's going on I'll have to have women do it he says I get that usually they stay out of trouble and they want to now they appreciate the word too and the confidence

Mike tew

Olympus

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