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tricobicofriend · 4 months

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su half agate si au 2: resident evil 7-village crossover

ramblings & snippets from my original text dump of this concept/s under the cut

resident evil 7

ethan calls her instead of steven in to help find his wife because steven is v well-known, & he(ethan) doesn't want media attention over his wife's disappearance.

-the gloves are tech from yellow--they give strength 7 can secrete corrosive & sticky substances, plus protect her hands!

-the goggles are glasses from white--they record everything she sees (she can turn them off with a signal from her gem), can take pictures, help her see in the dark, & can send parts of the recording/s to white!!

-the stars were made by steven & the cgs!! they have a tracker in them & allow her to talk to "home base" on any mission! (home base can be the main cgs, just steven, or any other trusted gem/s!!) they also function as strap buckles!!

-overalls are just regular, waterproof & fast-drying, human clothing

-u can't see it but she's wearing boots

-considering having the shirt be laced w technology from blue's court that can lessen pain (happy clouds) or keep her temperature at a comfortable level

ethan, to a literal cop: hey, you have to give me your gun. half-agate si: oh my god, winters, you can't just ask cops for their guns!! also si saves the cop bc he's the only exception to acab

mae(half-agate self insert) after "papa"'s fucking shoulder face pustule blows up on her & ethan: "uhhh…that's nasty. imma go throw up--" cw EWWW general re grossnes

So, i'm giving mae chemical knowledge (she learned in order to help use diamond essences for human ailments) so she uses some of the diamond essence stuff stored in her gem to help make enough cures for all of them. So all four get to leave.

Mae & ethan fuse for the final battle with papa, and ethan's fungus strength boosts mae's electricity powers (since holly blue's whip is electrified, blue agate mom gets electricity powers & so does mae) to just fry the shit out of him and destroy him completely.

They unfuse to fit on the boat, but when something rocks it by the big-ass boat, mae grabs ethan's hand, an unspoken word of "we need to protect them" goes thru their eyes, & they fuse, grab zoe & mia, then jump onto the boat.

Mae has them crawl thru the tunnels with ethan in front & her in back. Zoe asks why & mae says it's bc her & ethan r the only one w weapons & who've had food recently. Anyways they all escape safely bc i said so

resident evil 8/village

When the first shot rings out, zoe & mae press mia down, & mae bubbles mia & zoe and sends them to the temple, but can't prevent the capture of the baby, herself, or ethan. The agents pull out mae's gem & throw it far away or put it in a containment unit (or just use a device that disables both her gem & human sides), and((the following is to set up re village w avi & moon as ethan's companions)) she wakes up either at the carcrash site or at a gem settlement, maybe desperately sending word to avi & moon?? That, or she pinned a distress signal thingy to ethan, & avi & moon picked it up.

mae: ah, looks like someone was punched through a wall here. ethan: ...i'm afraid to ask, but why do you know what that looks like?mae: got punched thru a wall once. : D

Imma say mae saves the old shotgun dude & he books it (which she don't blame him for, bc zombies terrifying), but then she gets taken somewhere else & meets back up w ethan at the castle? And in the lil village itself, ethan meets avi & moon?

I was just thinking of like. Ethan coming back to castle dimitrescu post-game (i still haven't seen anything further than entering heisenberg's factory) & seeing lady d holding mae(who was like, insurance both to protect lady d's daughters & to ensure ethan wouldn't try to sneak around & kill them) up with one hand and brandishing her claws with the other & he's like "what the FUCK is going on you said she'd be SAFE--" & mae just blurts out "she's giving me top surgery!!!" in an attempt to break the tension They all never talk about it again😔

#re7 #re8 #revillage #re village #re 7 #steven universe #su si #su mae #su re mae #my drawings

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genderqueerdykes · 2 years

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okay so i've read some of the asks you got recently and i think i finally have words for this. i've been realising that i'm probably a genderqueer trans guy and i really want to go on t. most of the effects would be really great to have and the stuff i don't actively want wouldn't make me feel worse than not doing hrt. but i don't really want to get top surgery. i don't like my chest much but it's okay and i can deal with it. it's mostly social dysphoria anyway. and i don't want to/can't have surgery for personal reasons. i feel a bit weird for this? i know a bunch of people who do top surgery and no hrt but i rarely ever see people who do hrt and no top surgery. i don't know what to do. do you maybe know where i could find people with similar transitioning goals or something?

heyyy i'm really glad you've been able to figure things out, and i'm glad you've taken the time to figure out if hrt is right for you!! that's really awesome and it makes us really happy to hear we were able to help in some way

yes, i have absolutely seen this presentation of trans person before! i actually considered myself in the same boat for most of my transition- when i started, i told all of my professionals that i wasn't considering surgery and my only goal at the time was hrt. they respected it, however, some of my doctors have been pushy about top surgery

now i'm in a place in life where i have realized that i definitely do want top surgery, as i realize i have way more dysphoria surrounding my chest than i was willing to admit at the time- i have flat and low hanging breasts that can pass for a fat amab person's tits, but i realize now that i was just coping with that and being willing to put up with it, as opposed to. wanting them on my body.

however, it's absolutely okay to want them on your body- i have known trans men and transmascs who have undergone hrt and even bottom surgery but no top surgery! some people like their chests, some people really like having tits. i mean hell, if you're born with a nice set of tits, and you like having them on your body, what's the point in getting rid of them, you know? even if they're not "conventionally" nice, you can still enjoy them

you're under no obligation to transition any specific way, i think you're super cool for not wanting top surgery, besides, i don't think every trans person should feel obligated to go under the knife, as surgery is invasive and can be scary for many, whereas hrt is more personal and a gradual change. surgery is a big change and takes a long time to recover from

i think you're rad, and if you wanna keep your chest, keep it! men with tits are awesome, there's nothing wrong with being one, and there's nothing wrong with tailoring your transition to who you are! keep it up, i'm glad you're taking the time to think through things! if you need anything else, feel free to come on back, we're always happy to help!

#asks #answers #transition #top surgery

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ghostbergara · 2 years

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Blue and maybe midnight for one ask game, 🔥 for the other

Have a nice day/good night!

aw thank you, right back at ya!

for 🔥 i think it actually changed quite a lot! so this might be long because im not good at making..words..short? (i dont speak english sdbjk)

I realized I was queer around when i was 12-13, i had always felt.. off? Different? I think in the same way i've heard a lot of other queer people describe. I also grew up in a very small conservative town and we moved when i was 12 so now thinking about it, that change in environment probably allowed me to figure myself out a little bit more. Now 12 might seem young to some people, but i honestly probably should have known sooner i was trans, actually i think i knew, i just didn't have the language. Before i knew my mom had talked a lot about how much will power can accomplice and i thought if i just wanted it hard enough i would wake up a boy (which obviously didn't work so i woke up disappointed every morning). I went as far as to pray??? to god??? i am NOT religious and i never was (which actually got a me in trouble in school a few times but thats another story) asking them to make me a boy (which unsurprisingly also didn't work). I think if i remember correctly i found out about trans-ness mainly from Sam Collins (who is a trans youtuber) which then led me in a spiral of googling and watching everything i could about being trans and how to know if you're trans. I even made a Pros and Cons list of reasons i was and wasn't trans??? (I cant find it anymore but the cons list only had one thing and i cant even remember what it was) Then after some time i sent a video by sam collins where he talks about being trans with his mom, to my dad! He was very supportive until he wasn't and thats also another story. He then told my mom for me and they ended up both being very unsupportive for a very long time.

ANYWAY im getting off track from the question. I didn't have much energy to focus on anything other than staying alive for a very very long time and in turn didnt have the energy to even think much about my identity (i was out as trans and so on). Now in recent years first of all my mom has become very supportive and im doing worlds better and ive finally gotten through the system and gotten hormones and later this year i have my first top surgery consultation. I've figured out my sexuality (or i though i had, i dont know, i like men and maybe more??? Im either gay or bi). Experienced tons of trans and homophobia and most importantly really feel like i've entered the community.

HERES WHERE I ACTUALLY ANSWER THE QUESTION

Now i think i feel more 'free'? Being queer definently makes me feel like i can really be who i want to be, like i'm not defined by stereotypes and stupid cis-straight 'rules' that i dont understand. I'm grateful for the experiences it's brought me, both positive and negative, because it's made me more empathetic and im better dressed for helping and talking with other queer and in some ways even just generally marginalized people. I'm also very aware of the impact i can have as a queer person, both on other queer people and on straight people. I tend to like to wear at least one thing that will mark me as queer in at least other queer peoples eyes because that for them often means safe and not alone. I know from first hand experience how scary it can be to be queer out in the world and if i can bring even the slightest relief to people i will. I certainly feel more at ease when theres other queer people around. When it comes to impact on straight people it's the way i know i can make them understand more and sometimes take the burden off a newly-out queer person by answering some of the questions they have instead of them asking that newly-out person. Of course i have also gotten the "I thought trans people were freaks until i met you, but you're just like normal" which while it sucks at least they hopefully in the future will be more open.

I feel like im more in a way. I have an impact on the world and a possibility to help others like me in a way that is so meaningful and i cherish that.

what colors am i?

LGBTQ+/Queer Themed Asks

#does that sound selfish?#i dont know #i just want to spread queer joy and acceptance where i can #im so sorry this is long and honestly most of it is not related to the question #i dont know why i felt like i needed to add all that context but heres half my life story i guess ahdkfk #and i like sharing my queer experiences #thank you for the ask!!#asks #baz answers

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someone-from-nowhere · 2 years

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Hello everyone this is the library au anon and I have completed the task I took up. This took a lot of blood, sweat and tears so I hope you enjoy it.

Dedication to: @thebattlehamster

Prompt by: @thebattlehamster

Note: James is like very stupid in here and this is not my best writing so please bear with me.

I bring to you~

The Library is a Magical Place

"Prongs you better study for the upcoming tests rather than going through these sodding children's picture books" Remus, the ever so caring boy, looks up from his book.

"Why would I need to do that when I cheat off of you just fine?" James aka Prongs replies putting Hansel and Gretel on the table and leaning back on his chair with a nonchalant smile.

"Well my friend if you don't remember we're in college right now and have different majors, so we won't be giving the same exam will we?"

"Oh so that's why you weren't in class today or yesterday or last week... OH MY GOD! How did I not realize that?!", James shrieks which results in the librarian giving him a death glare from her desk.

"Cause you're too busy studying picture books!"

"Ok ok calm down Moony. what about Peter then? I can cheat off of him", he suggests with a weak smile.

"Oh my- Potter...Wormy is in fucking ART COLLEGE and on a leave right now for his top surgery" moony grits barely containing his annoyance at his stupid dear friend.

James's mouth forms an 'o' shape in realization.

It wasn't that he didn't like studying or wasn't good at academics. He got good marks too. Albeit he had to agree that when he was on the field surrounded by his fellow students cheering him on when he would score the last goal was more exhilarating. Yep you guessed it right. James Potter is a football player. Not any football player though. The proud player of his univerity's team, The Panthers, which was to go in the finals. Not to toot his own horn or anything but he was the captain and described as 'the best anyone has seen in since the last 5 years'. Yeah definitely not bragging.

A ping sound from his phone distracts James from his train of thoughts. He looks at the notification and instantly replies with an "OK :)" to the text. The boy looks at his friend again informing him about the recent text he received.

"Looks like we have got a lunch fixed with our dearest Wormy on the 19th of February, where we will see him after he has blossomed into the man he always was."

"19th of February? What time?" Remus asks.

"Uh let me see... 3pm" James double checks from his chat with Peter.

"3pm? Prongs have you forgotten that you have an exam that day?"

"I uh I do?" a very confused James answers.

"James" Remus sighs shoving his books away and putting his hands on his friends hand, "it's the same exam you came to study here for. The same exam that you absolutely know bupkins about."

"Can we stop talking about this exam" the brown haired boy says, pulling his hands away.

"It's Saraswati puja today anyways so I'm not allowed to study or read anything today. It's a day of fun" James states.

"Oh really, well aunty told me to make extra sure that you do not make this excuse and do study today" Remus says with a smirk on his face.

"No. It's literally not good to study on this auspicious day. Every child including me who celebrates this has been following this for years. So I won't"

"Fine then don't study", but before James could finally go back to Hansel and Gretel getting cooked in a pot Remus picks out the book from his hands.

"No reading" he tells him with a sweet evil smile on his face.

James knowing he had dug his own grave picks up all the picture books he got to put it back on the shelves with a huff.

When he reaches the shelf he sees another person, who was definitely not a child, picking out some of the picture books.

"You also like children's picture books I see"

The person, a short frame with a mop of curly black hair that reached their shoulders, accidentally drops all the books they picked up startled by the sudden intrusion.

"uh these are for my nephew..." the person replies still surprised by the person standing beside them.

"Oh. Well let me tell you that these books are my area of expertise. So I can help you pick some good ones"

"Wait you read out children's story to children too? Is it your child you read it to?" the unnamed person asks.

"A CHILD?! DO I LOOK THAT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A CHILD???!!! Oh my- I know I should've not skipped this week's gym. Blimey I now look old enough to have kids! No I do NOT have a child. I'm a mere university jock who reads these picture books for himself!!!" the always over dramatic guy replies.

"Hey I just thought so because I haven't seen college students read books meant for children in my life. Although I have seen teen dads" the still unnamed person defends with a tone of amusement in their voice.

The person stands and listen to James start ranting about how he should probably start being on anti aging cream and ask for homemade remedies from his mom.

"I'm James Potter by the way" he finishes his rant and holds out a hand for the book stranger to shake.

"Regulus Black" they reply hesitantly reaching out their hand to the extremely fit brown haired boy in front of them. James observes Regulus while they're shaking hands. He concluded that Regulus was about his age and certainly very good looking.

On the other hand, Regulus also looks at the brown skinned boy he was just introduced too. They recognized James as the captain of the football team Panthers. Regulus had seen some of his matches and greatly admired his skills. Now that they had seen him stand just in front of them, they also admired the way his biceps flexed while they were shaking hands. Immediately flustered by their thoughts Regulus, pulls their hand away and starts fidgeting, bending to quickly pick up the books they dropped (before letting James be a gentleman and help him might they add) and starts putting them back.

A very intrigued James watches Regulus fidget about in nervousness. A cocky smirk settles on his face.

"My my are you nervous?" James asks clearly noticing that Regulus was infact, nervous.

Regulus looks up shocked again and a blush creeps up on their glowing cheeks. Suddenly regaining their senses again Regulus mutters something about not knowing James would look so pretty up close.

"You think I'm pretty?" James eyes widen with surprise, a similar reaction on Regulus's face when they realize he heard them.

"I mean it's an honour coming from you because you are so beautiful yourself" he continues, shamelessly flirting with them knowing his effect on them.

Regulus was getting more flustered and a little bit angry at the blatant compliments they were getting. And what were these butterflies in their stomach? No. You know what? James wants to play these games right? Then it's a game on. With their sudden surge of confidence Regulus replies,

"Well you must be looking at a mirror then because I can't be more handsome than you"

This time it was their turn to smirk as James cheeks flushed red.

"I mean it takes a lot of effort for me to put this out but for you, you just woke up like this. This kind of glow and charm certainly is effortless"

This James Potter undeniably had a way with words.

"Oh jam-" before they can finish their sentence loud thud is heard.

Unbeknownst to both of them, on the other side of the shelf they were standing in, Regulus's brother Sirius had entered the library with all their swag and glory to pick their Reggie up. Sirius being Sirius did not see Remus getting up to look for James and both of them collided with a thud and fell on the ground.

It was like time had stopped as both Remus and Sirius stared at each other, tangled in a very intimate position.

Sirius got lost in the coffee brown eyes of the person underneath them. Same as Remus gazing at their grey eyes with hints of blue in them.

"Looks like I've fell for you" Sirius says with a toothy grin. Remus doesn't reply but the red on his face is enough of an answer.

Only when they hear a loud cough, do they scramble away from each other. Remus stands up awkwardly while Sirius stands up like it was everyday he fell on strangers and flirted with them (it was very much like them).

Both James and Regulus look at their respective friend and brother, waiting for them to say something.

When no one spoke for quite a few minutes, James took it upon himself to break the awkward silence.

"Regulus Black meet my best mate Remus Lupin. Remus meet Regulus who also likes reading picture books" he introduces them to each other.

"Hello Regulus nice to meet you. I reckon you were in the shelves with James right now? " Remus asks and Regulus nods.

"Picture books though. Are you serious?" Remus questions again, raising his eyebrows.

"Well how did you guess my name? I'm Sirius!" Sirius pops in.

"Quite a unique name I must say" James compliments them.

"Uh those books were for my nephew Draco...?" Regulus answers.

"Come on Reggie stop lying. You can tell them they were for me" Sirius replies rolling their eyes.

As they say this Remus just looks at Sirius his eyebrows raising up higher in shock and surprise.

There are other people like James on this planet?

"What why are you looking at me like that would you rather I check you out?" Sirius replies innocently, once again rendering everyone speechless.

#james x regulus #marauders #wolfstar #starchaser #remus x sirius

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t4tails · 3 years

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Block tiffanyxvalentine.

I didn't think that this situation would escalate this far, but what has happened recently is inexcusable. If you've been in the chucky tag the past few days, chances are you've seen people talking about the transphobic roleplay blog, either for or against. I've decided to make a full post compiling these reciepts and the harassment I and my friends have faced. If anything new comes to light, I will edit this post. Please block the user above. Reciepts are below the cut.

Content warning for: transphobia, transmisogyny, use of the t-slur, antisemitism, and nazi mentions.

This post (archive) is the original one that started the whole thing. In the notes, many of us have been blocked by or blocked her, but some arguments are still left. I made a comment that due to I being blocked is now gone. I was not able to screenshot it, but I had made a joke about how Chucky is actually canonically trans and that we see his top surgery on screen. Obviously, I was joking. She responded in a separate post (also deleted) and I replied to that as well. The only remainder of the conversation is this screencap:

It's worth mentioning I'm a minor.

After this, she made a post (archive) about how we are attacking her for being cis despite having no proof, and also calls us abusive in the tags. She however would later post an ask with these as the tags.

Later, she would delete that post, and post a new one claiming to be genderfluid in the tags. I think that she is lying to get off scott free, but if anyone has proof otherwise, such as her mentioning this before, please show me.

After the post about how we were assuming she was cis, she posted this (archive) anonymous ask agreeing with them calling me and my friends nazis. My friend moodorbs was one of the targets of this ask, as ey had been arguing with her, and ey are jewish. It's in eir bio, and eir pinned post is a mezuzah, so I doubt she missed it. She willingly agreed with calling a jewish person a nazi, as well as the rest of the trans people critiquing her.

This is where the timeline gets muddied due to her deleting most of the posts.

Here (archive) she is agreeing with a person saying there are fake trans and gay infiltrators.

During these, my aforementioned friend moodorbs was arguing with her, here are the remaining screenshots of those conversations: THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE, as it's where she says "lesbians don't like penises," as well as the t slur. This would be the first post she would later delete, though she still stands by her usage of the word. Here, here, and here is my friend continuing to argue. This ask has her reinforcing her previous transmisogynist statements.

My other friend, hall0weenjack, was also sending her asks and replies at this time. This post (archive), where she tried to back down from her previous transmisogynist statements (by now they were deleted) and doubled down on calling us nazis.

In this post (archive) she called us ageist for assuming her age. In June 2018, she called herself 31+, so we can assume she is at least 33 years old now. Edit: to make it clear how insane that is, that is twice my age. And it is at least. I go to high school. She, probably, has a job. And she is accusing me of emotional abuse online.

By this time, either we had blocked her or she had blocked us, and her final post in that timeframe is this one (archive) where she responds to the evidence we had been sending her telling her that Chucky is canonically queer, and she responds with one of the most bizarre misunderstandings of sexual fluidity I've ever seen. Did you forget this all started over Chucky the doll? Because I did.

A couple days passed. People got some weird anons, but nothing horrendous. Until this morning when I started recieving incredibly harsh anons that despite all their claiming to not be associated with the previous mess, I find that hard to believe so I'm including them anyway. There's this and this from yesterday, and today is when I received this, this, and this, all of which misgendered me and called me slurs to some degree. I also got these two, but didn't post them because I didn't want to upset my followers.

My friend moodorbs messaged her, telling her that I'm a minor and to stop if it's her, or tell her friends, or make a post telling her followers to stop harassing me. She never responded, but did make this post (archive) after the message was sent, so it was a conscious choice. In that post, she also referred to trans people as a cult.

Miscellaneous posts that I couldn't fit in other sections:

"my factual canon based post" (archive)

"transgender males are very close to my heart"

calling us nazis again

did i mention shes an antivaxxer?

Please block tiffanyxvalentine. Do not engage with her unless you want to report her for hate speech. She has been frequently supported by tumblr users chuckysdude, killachuckychuck, bitofthisandthat, ayylovley, usagitolee, jarethshouldseemeinacrown, cassadinefangh, shadesofleighh, and palavenn. Though that is a sizable majority, if you want to feel completely safe I recommend going through her notes section.

Edit: if you are on that list of users it is because you have liked multiple of the posts linked here. The list is a precaution for other trans people due to harassment. If your first thought seeing your name here isn't "How could I support someone who is so horrifically bigoted?" then you deserve it as well. If you are merciful to the cruel, you become cruel to the merciful.

#transphobia tw #transmisogyny tw #antisemitism tw #nazi tw #og post #tiffanyxvalentine

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wulffridge · 3 years

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Hey there, it's me, ya boi, needing some help.

There's so many please help posts that I see circulating around that I'm sure this will be buried, but I'm going to try anyways. Shits been rough and my family has definitely been going through it, to the point we describe life in 2 ways; the world's 2020, and our own personal 2020.

Back in July, my dad had a massive stroke during what we thought would be a routine surgery. Thankfully, I was working and my brother had just received unemployment back pay, so we could be stable for a couple months while mom visited him in the hospital and routinely had to miss work.

Dads alive, he made it over the hurdles thrown at him at every turn, but he made it, even though now he's making it sound like he wishes he didn't. We're finally seeing some returns from his forced medical retirement, about 6 years before he was set to retire in the first place, and mom's back to work full time as a cancer care nurse. But even with this we're struggling a lot.

All my jobs have been seasonal, the one I was working when he had his stroke has ended, and I've worked another since then, which also ended. Now I'm working at a moving company and while it's a job, it's horribly managed with a rampant alcohol problem. Not to mention grueling labor and long hours with very little safety oversight; I've already been injured with more underlying damage that has been making itself known recently, particularly my shoulder. I'm not staying, and I put in my resignation, and I have found another job. But it hasn't started yet and things are piling as the job which I have another week working at slashed my hours for "not being tough enough to stick around".

I thought I could make the bills until I started my new job but it's not happening. Because during all of this, our family cat went into chemo treatment, which I was helping pay for (1,500 from me, 5k altogether), and as of 2 days ago, he tragically surcame to his illness, passing peacefully in his sleep. I had to leave a job site because I got the call from my brother while I was working.

We loved this cat dearly. He was such a bright light for us during all that was happening in the world and with our dad. A spunky tabby named C.T, which technically stood for Carrot Top, but we all said it was for Cat Trouble. He was more dog then cat and would yell at us for attention and ram his head into dad's beard. Very much living up to that "all orange cats are himbos" meme. He was only 8. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that he's gone. We all thought he'd pull through.

Bills still need to be payed, and rent still needs to be turned in by middle of this month. Not to mention other expenses I've been neglecting in favor of paying for cat treatment and rent.

I'm asking for anyone to donate to my PayPal if they wish to help. And to reblog if they can't. All money is going to bills and paying off the vet, any left over going into gas and paying copays.

TL; DR My dad had a stroke in July and we've been managing to scrape enough together since then, but our family cat needed expensive chemo, but unfortunately died from his illness 2 days ago. I'm needing money to pay vet and medical bills while I'm basically between jobs.

Please reblog if you can. Heres a picture of our sweet Orange.

All together I'm trying to raise 2,800$. If I somehow get more then that it will go directly to my mom to help take some weight off her shoulders. But literally any amount will help, seeing as how reaching this amount will be nearly impossible.

Cost break down is this:

550 Rent

1000 Vet

200 Car Payments (both car and insurance)

200 Health Insurance

150 Gas (I travel 42 miles each way for work, about 40$ to fill up at current [rising] prices, every 2-3 travel days)

700 Bills, Appointments, Medicines, future 2021 bullshittery

#please help #donate #paypal #medical emergency #cat #vet #bills #please reblog

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Don’t Hold Back (Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader)

Anonymous said:

Hi there 🦋anon here! Would It be posible to request a scenario in which iwizumi s/o is an ice skater and she has a pretty bad fall during a competition resulting in her getting her ankle pretty bad injured and has a result is not allowed to skate for months. As a consequence she starts doubting her abilities for sports, she is scared of junping and making figures and tries to hide it from him until one day she collapses unable to hold it back anymore but iwa is still there for her? Please!

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Word Count: 2,171

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I apologize if this is absolute shit anon and that it took so long for me to write it😭😭😭 I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything new so I apologize for that too! I’ll hopefully be updating more, I’m finally looking through my inbox and seeing what I want to write. I’ll be doing two more requests before I close it. I have a couple more stories I want to get out. I will let you guys know when I’ll be taking more requests! I hope you guys like this one and please give me some feedback:)

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“Does that hurt?” the doctor looked at you expectantly, carefully rotating your ankle.

You shook your head.

“Good. It looks like the physical therapy has paid off. I was worried that the surgeries weren’t -”

You had stopped listening at that point, your eyes trained on the window behind the doctor. A brightly colored butterfly floated effortlessly in the wind, its wings beating softly as it fluttered about.

That was how you were on the ice; it was effortless, elegant, beautiful, it was everything that butterfly was… until you ruined it all.

Six months.

You haven't skated in six months.

All because of your ruined ankle.

After three surgeries, countless hours of physical therapy, heartache, and far too many tears, you were finally at this moment.

So then why did you feel so incredibly empty?

Why weren’t you excited?

“- with the right precautions and easing your way back in, I don’t see why you can’t begin skating.” the doctor finished, giving you an encouraging smile.

“O-Oh. Really?” you stuttered out nervously.

“Of course. But like I said, you need to ease your way in, I don’t recommend doing any competitions just yet. But an hour or two on the ice won’t hurt.” He said thoughtfully.

You simply nodded.

The rest of the checkup finished in a blur and you found yourself walking on the sidewalk, deep in thought.

It was wintertime, your hands were stuffed deep into your coat pockets as you trudged through the snow.

Normally you loved this kind of weather, but recently… recently the gloomy weather seemed to seep into your very being, leaving you exhausted and cold.

“Hey.” a familiar voice called out, you looked up to see Iwaizumi leaning against the entrance to the park you were planning to go to. A place you often frequented when you wanted to be alone, when you wanted to think.

“Hi.” you said quietly, walking towards the tall ace. Iwaizumi didn’t say anything as you pressed your head into his chest, nor did he make any movement to pull you closer.

You guys just stood there.

“Why didn’t you text me back? I was going to pick you up from the hospital.” he finally said once you pulled away.

You guys began making your way into the park, sitting down on the swings.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, eyes casting up to the dark sky. It was snowing again, meaning that you should head home soon. “I didn’t even bother looking at my phone. Too much on my mind.”

“Well what did the doctor say?” he asked, his gloved hands holding onto the chains linked to the seat.

“Said I could start skating again. Slowly. No competitions for a while.” You said, frowning slightly.

“That’s good though. You haven’t been on the ice in months.” Iwaizumi said pointedly.

“Yeah. It just seems weird… like it’s been years rather than months.” You sighed.

You felt a gloved hand gently pull a strand of hair away from your face. Iwaizumi gazed at you with a soft expression.

“Well don’t push yourself. We don’t need you falling again and breaking your ass or something.” he said, smirking as you laughed at his statement.

“Or something.” You repeated, eyes glancing down at your snow-covered shoes now.

“Shut up.” he rolled his eyes, tousling your hair, causing you to pout and push at him. “It’s going to be fine. You need to calm down. I better get going, Crappykawa wants everyone to meet up for practice early today.”

He stood up, dusting the snow off his pants before he grabbed the chains right above your hands, he leaned down closer to your face.

“Kiss me.” he demanded, staring into your blushing face, while you wanted to blame it on the freezing weather, both of you knew exactly why you were blushing.

“This is a public place.” you countered back, your heart racing in your chest at his demand, and how close he was to you.

All thoughts of skating and your injury went out of your mind, and all you could think about was Iwaizumi now.

The sly bastard.

He knew you too well.

“And?” he scoffed, carefully grabbing your chin. “You’re my girlfriend. It’s not like that’s indecent.”

Before you could counter his lips were already on yours. They were cold and slightly chapped, but his mouth fitted against yours perfectly. He angled your face up more, causing the kiss to deepen.

Your hands gripped at the front of his coat, either to pull him closer or to shove him away, you weren’t sure. But the kiss ended far too soon for your liking.

“Get home safe. I’ll call you after practice.” he said huskily, pressing his lips to your forehead briefly before pulling away completely.

That man was incredibly infuriating.

But you loved him anyway.

It was like fate the way you guys ended up dating. Your friend had dragged you to one of Aoba Johsai’s games, she was crazy over their captain and had hoped to talk to him afterwards.

But you were completely disinterested, you couldn’t care less about the sport, or any sport for that matter. If it didn’t involve figure skating, it didn’t matter to you.

And then you saw him play.

You were always a sucker for muscular ruffians. It was his arms that drew you in.

When the team won, you and your friend found yourself in front of the captain of the team and captain muscles.

Once you laughed at his ridiculous comments aimed at Oikawa, the rest was history. You guys hit it off instantly and soon began dating.

You thought that it was going to be hard at first, considering how busy you guys were, but it worked out somehow.

You appreciated all the effort and support he put in the relationship. Iwaizumi was your rock, a constant comfort in your life.

You knew that he was worried about you, ever since your injury you knew you were being distant but… you couldn’t help it. You also didn’t mean to either. It just happened.

Figure skating was your entire life, something that you’ve done since you were little. You were damn good at it too. It was the competition right before nationals when you injured your ankle.

You were crushed.

It was a simple mistake too. A jump that caused your complete downfall.

You didn’t want to skate anymore. You didn’t want to taste that humiliating defeat again, you didn’t want to feel powerless anymore. You remembered the comments, the circling doubt that after you healed, you wouldn’t be in the top anymore.

You hated it all.

So then why were you here?

You stared at the rink, the ice was smooth and ready to be used… but… you felt sick to your stomach.

It had been several weeks since the doctor’s visit.

You wanted to get out of the house for a bit and then you found yourself here, at the skating rink. Where you had spent countless hours and countless days practicing.

But it was now or, never right?

You had to find out. This was the moment that was going to determine if you were going to continue skating.

Carefully you set yourself on the ice. Your lower lip ached from the way you were biting it so hard.

Then you started to move, gliding against the ice easily, like a fish in water.

It felt familiar.

It felt good.

It felt free.

You felt truly free in this moment, your eyes slipping shut as you moved around.

Maybe… maybe you could still do this. Your heart has never felt lighter until now.

This was what you were missing.

Feeling a bit more confident, you decided to try a triple Salchow.

Your form was wonderful, the spins were graceful… but then. Fuck. You panicked when it came to the landing which caused you to fall on your bad ankle.

You could feel your lower lip quiver as you stared at your hands placed on the ice. Your ankle throbbed in pain for a moment before subsiding.

But your heart was throbbing in pain now.

You couldn’t do it.

You failed.

Again.

Frustration and anger gripped at your heart; tears were now falling onto the ice below you.

You screamed, your hand balling up into a fist, your knuckles slamming down into the ice as you cried out in anger.

You didn’t even notice the pain in your hand now, nor the blood dripping down your fingers when your skin split.

“Y/n!” a strong familiar hand grabbed your bloody fist, preventing you from hurting yourself further.

You looked up into familiar dark eyes. Iwaizumi was staring at you in worry.

“What are you doing?” he scolded, tenderly uncurling your fist, assessing the damage. “You idiot! Look at your hand! Why would you do this to yourself?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” you whispered angrily, wiping at your eyes with your good hand.

“What are you talking about?” He frowned.

“I can’t skate anymore Hajime!” You wailed out, the emotions you were suppressing, the emotions you kept hidden from him, came bursting out. “I can’t do this! I’m not good anymore! I failed! I can’t jump! How can I be a figure skater when I can’t jump!? I’m a failure!”

“SHUT UP!” Iwaizumi roared, causing your hysterical words to die down. Was he… was he actually mad at you right now?

“You’re being stupid.” he scowled, his eyes gazing at you with intensity. “Of course, you can’t jump right now. You just got the okay from your doctor to start skating again! You shouldn’t even be trying to jump right now!”

You sniffed softly, remaining silent as he continued to scold you.

“You were supposed to ease into it! If you mess up your ankle again you definitely won’t be able to skate anymore, is that what you want!?”

“How can I start skating again when I know I’ll just fail! How can I start skating again when everyone in the competition believes that I can’t make it!?” you snapped back, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Iwaizumi’s angry expression melted into something incredibly soft as he stared at your tearstained face.

“What are you talking about babe?” he cupped your jaw carefully, gently titling your face up so he could look at you properly. “You’re not a failure. No one is doubting your abilities but yourself.” his rough fingers wiped at your tears softly. “So, what that you injured yourself? Accidents like that happen all the time. Look at Shittykawa and his knee. An injury isn’t a reflection of what you’re capable of. Everyone knows that you’re an amazing figure skater. Everyone is waiting for you to get back on the ice. But you can’t rush it.”

His eyes softened further as he took in your beautiful face. “You need to take things slow; I won’t let you injure yourself again. I definitely won’t let you quit either. Besides you really think that I would be dating you if you weren’t an incredible athlete? I don’t date losers babe.” he teased, smiling once you began giggling softly at his statement.

He pulled you into a gentle hug, his muscular arms securing around your shoulders easily, pulling you against his chest.

Your fingers gripped at the sides of his jacket, burying your face into his warm chest. His familiar cologne filled your nose, easing the tightness in your chest and filling you with warmth.

“Don’t hide your feelings from me.” he mumbled, a soft blush coating his cheeks as he stared off towards the far wall. “I want you to tell me these things. Don’t keep me in the dark, I can’t be a good boyfriend if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

He grabbed your shoulders, carefully pushing you away so he could stare at you once more. “Rely on me more.”

You stared at him in awe. Your heart thumping in your chest pleasantly. Iwaizumi was the epitome of your ideal man. You loved him completely.

“You’re so manly Haji.” You blurted out, red rushing to your cheeks at your confession.

“S-Shut up stupid!” he scowled, looking away from you. He liked that though, he liked that a lot, fuck why were you so cute?

You couldn’t help but reach up, softly pecking his flushed cheek. He looked at you in shock until he grabbed your face, his mouth pressing against yours in a searing kiss.

The kiss spoke volumes in how you guys felt about each other. The admiration of each other's strengths, the mutual adoration and love you guys shared. It was all said in that kiss.

“That’s disgusting Iwa-chan! Other people use this rink!” a familiar voice called out.

The kiss ended all too soon, and your sweet boyfriend turned incredibly angry.

“Shut the hell up Shittykawa! You’re such a crappy guy! At least I have a girlfriend!” he snapped angrily.

“That’s mean Iwa-chan!”

“Go die!”

He was definitely the man of your dreams.

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apocalypseornaw · 3 years

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Always be Yours-6

Word Count: 3,105

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Follows Dean and reader through season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: Cas runs across a case so you and Dean go to check it out

Warnings: usual fighting and cursing. Mention of suicide

Kevin finally emerged from his room to say he’d had some big breakthrough with the angel tablet so you, Dean and Sam followed him into the library and watched as he unloaded his arm load of notes onto the tables. You stepped forward and picked up one of the sheets then glanced at Sam and held it out as Dean picked up a few sheets and looked them over as well “Kev, sweetie your big news is that you translated the tablet into doodles?”

“It’s cuneiform” he corrected and when neither of you seemed to understand what he meant he further explained “I hit a wall translating the tablet into english but I found an ancient codex linking the angel script to proto-elamite cuneiform and I was able to translate the tablet and the footnotes into elamite which is..” “Doodles?” Dean guessed and Kevin sighed “It’s extinct”

“Well can you read it?” Sam asked and you tried not to let the disappointment show on your face when Kevin’s answer was “No one can. Scholars have tried for centuries” “So it’s a dead end” you pushed as Dean sat down in the chair you’d been leaning on the back of but Kevin shook his head “Not quite. Now most proto-elamite is abstract but I was able to decipher one phrase from Metatron’s footnotes..falling angels” Dean looked over his shoulder at you then at Sam who said “Ok, so the footnotes refer to Metatron’s spell?” “Maybe?” Kevin shrugged and you let out a breath. Maybe didn’t get you any closer to a solution for Cas or anyone else for that matter.

Sam nodded then walked over to a shelf of books “Well maybe if we can decipher the footnotes then we can reverse the spell..” “and punt those winged dicks back to heaven” Dean finished and you shook your head at his choice of words but they were dicks for trying to hurt Cas for something he hadn’t really known would happen. “Well, where do we start?” you asked and Sam started handing out from the stack of books he’d plucked off the shelf “Research”

You took the book he offered you and pulled the chair out next to Dean “So we comb through the library, see if we can find anything else on elamite?” Sam nodded then sat down next to Kevin with two books. Dean cut his eyes at you then read the title of the book Sam had passed him “Zimmerman’s encyclopedia of extinct languages: volume one. Adai to atakapa.. How many volumes are there?” “Twenty four” Kevin replied and you tried to hide your laugh with a cough when Dean groaned at his answer.

You were flipping through volume three when Dean’s phone rang. You glanced up when he stood up and walked away from the table but when Sam looked your way you quickly turned your attention back to the book in your hands.

A few minutes passed before Dean walked back over and tapped his phone on the table to get all of your attention “Cas has a case in Rexford. Four missing, presumed dead. Strange substance at the scene. Sounds worth checking out” “Ok? So what flavor of weird is he thinking?” you asked but Dean shrugged “He didn’t say” “Who’s going because Kev needs help with the research” you spoke not glancing up until he said “Why don’t you? We worked pretty well in the hospital together against the angels and Sam's better at the research side anyways” you looked at him then at Sam for help but Sam bless his pretty little head simply shrugged.

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You sat in the passenger side of the impala trying your best to act as if you weren’t alone with Dean. “Why can’t we see Cas?” you finally asked and he shook his head “He’s catnip for angels” “Yeah and we left Zeke at the bunker inside Sammy in case you forgot.. Hell we’re catnip for angels from what went down at the hospital and in Detroit. I want to at least check on him. Please?” You weren’t above begging and knew you struck a cord with Dean when you said please. He sighed “Fine. If we can find him, we’ll check on him. Ok?” “Thank you” you replied and reached over to turn up the radio.

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Dean stopped a little way out of Rexford for you both to change into your fed suits. The most recent crime scene was a cabin so that’s where you headed first.

When you rolled on scene the entire place was still taped off and crawling with cops. You grabbed your ID then followed Dean since he was the one to call ahead and talk to the sheriff.

He met the two of you at the tape and waved a deputy off “This is Agent Ermey and Agent Speight” you and Dean both nodded to the deputy then followed the sheriff. “So four missing?” you asked but the sheriff clarified “Four dead. Just got confirmation” You looked towards Dean who asked “Any common threads you can think of?” “Well Joe in there had the suicide hotline on speed dial. The gal before him was a shut in, had enough antidepressants in her medicine cabinet to stock a pharmacy. The first victims were a married couple out of Sugar City, pretty much a walking billboard for no-fault divorce” “Were they all basket cases?” Dean asked with that bluntness of his you’d come to look for over the time you’d known him.

The sheriff glanced away “If you asked me to make a list of this county’s saddest sacks, these four would’ve been right on top” you nodded then spoke “All right so four unhappy people, one of them definitely suicidal, but you’ve ruled out suicide?” The sheriff looked from you to Dean then got some booties to cover your shoes and some gloves from one of the deputies “You’re going to want to out these on” You raised your eyebrows but leaned over to pull the booties on over the flats you wore with your fed suit then pulled the gloves onto your hands. Once you and Dean looked ready for surgery the sheriff lead the two of you inside.

The inside of the cabin absolutely reeked and it took you a moment to register just what exactly was covering every surface. “This look like suicide to you agents?” The sheriff asked and you swallowed hard as you looked at Dean. Just what in the hell had caused this?

You motioned to the substance that was everywhere “Correct me if I’m wrong sheriff but is this excuse the way I’m about to put this but is this everything? Like blood, meat, organs and skin?” The sheriff nodded “If the tests come back same as the others. Yes ma’am. Like these poor souls got run through the world’s finest wood chipper” “What about witnesses?” Dean questioned as you let your eyes skim across the walls and the remains of “Joe”

“Same as the rest. Neighbors reported some kind of pink flash, by the time we got here all that was left was this” the sheriff answered looking around. Dean thanked the sheriff and handed him a card before leading you back outside. You stripped the booties and gloves then tossed them into the bag the deputy at the door held.

When you finally made it back to baby you looked at Dean as he slid behind the wheel “What the hell did that?” He shrugged but was already dialing his phone “I’m going to call Sam and Kevin, see if they can find anything to point us in the right direction. Meantime you geared up good enough?” you nodded “Silver bullets with devils’ traps, holy water and an angel blade” he smirked “That’s my girl” then pulled the phone up to his ear as he backed out from Joe’s yard and pulled onto the road leading into town.

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After finding out Sam and Kevin hadn’t gotten anywhere, Dean suggested they try getting Crowley to assist on the translation then you and him stopped to change back into civilian clothes,grabbed coffee and headed into the center of the town. So far you’d tried emf, looked for hex bags and sulfur to not avail. You had no clue what had happened to those four people.

You glanced out your window then hit Dean’s arm “STOP” “OW. What for?” you pointed to the Gas N Sip “CAS!”

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You waited out at baby while Dean headed in to talk to Cas. He made him leave so he had to face him alone.

You were going through what lore you’d downloaded onto your laptop while Dean was in the store. You texted Sam to see how his luck had been with Crowley and weren’t too surprised when he sent back “What do you think?”

The driver’s door opening made you look up from where you’d been sitting with your legs stretched across the backseat and grinned when you saw Cas was with Dean “There’s my favorite set of blue eyes” Cas smiled softly at you “Hello Y/N” and climbed into the passenger seat. Dean updated you on the fact that there had been another killing at the local high school and that apparently Cas had a date later that night “Ooh the blonde? She’s hot” both of them looked back at you so you shrugged “What? I got to pick one type that I like?” Dean shook his head with a laugh and pulled out onto the road.

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You flashed your badge at the deputy and nodded in Cas’ direction “He’s with us” the school ground was crawling with deputies and it made your stomach turn to know whatever was doing the killing had taken out someone this young.

Dean headed to talk to the deputy who had a witness but you noticed Cas stop to look at the bus that was covered in the same substance that Joe’s cabin had been covered in. “Cas, do you know what this is?” he nodded slowly “As a matter of fact, I do”

He looked back towards baby so you offered “Let’s walk away from it” he told you where he’d seen the substance before and the knot in your stomach grew with the information. You spotted Dean when he headed your way “You two ok?” you looked at Cas “He’s seen this before” “What, where?” Dean asked so Cas replied “In heaven”

“So an angel did this?” Dean questioned and you nodded even before Cas explained “It’s not ordinary angel. This is bad, this is very bad” just seeing Cas that worried scared the hell out of you.

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The Rit Zien was a special class of angel. Rit Zien was enochian for “Hands of mercy” They functioned like medics tending to the wounded, healing those that could be healed and putting down those who were past saving.

Cas explained to you and Dean that the Rit Zien honed in on pain like a beacon. So when this particular one fell to earth he heard the victims’ cries, their anguish same as he heard the angels in heaven. He was continuing his heavenly work down on earth.

Cas turned down going along to hunt down the angel and it was a shock to realize Cas was scared. “We got this” You assured him patting his shoulder so Dean added “Go on that date. Have a little bit of a normal life”

“I need a ride” Cas said and you smiled at him “Well you’re sitting in the sexiest ride this town currently has in it”

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You were laid across the backseat of the impala using your jacket as a pillow when Dean pulled to a stop in front of Nora’s house so you sat up. “Nice place”

Cas started to get out with his work vest still on so Dean stopped him. “You can’t wear that” “This is all I have” you leaned up and took a good look at him “Take the vest off” he did as you asked and Dean nodded approvingly “Unbutton a few buttons” Cas did that also so you threw in “And untuck your shirt!” he did that then threw his hands up at you both “Good enough?” you shamelessly checked him out and saw a hint of a smile “She won’t know what hit her”

“Always open the door for her, ask a lot of questions they like that” you knew Dean was offering Cas help but you popped him lightly behind the head at that “They” comment. He cut his eyes at you in the mirror and added “If she says she’s happy to go dutch, she’s lying” and patted Cas on the chest “Go get em tiger” you leaned up and kissed Cas on the cheek “Be yourself. That’s enough” then he climbed out of the car.

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You and Dean hadn’t got all the way across town when his phone rang from the sheriff. The analysis from the first crime scene came back. Only the wife’s dna was present. Meaning the husband was still out there making him the most likely to be the vessel.

The two of you headed straight for the sheriff’s office and there your thoughts were confirmed. The husband had found religion then gotten obsessed with Buddy Boyle’s podcast.You and Dean were going over the files the sheriff had on the couple when he stopped on one photo and showed you the truck “Is that the one that blocked us in?” he nodded “Excuse us sheriff, we got to go”

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The moment you made it into the door the angel sent you and Dean flying into a crumpled heap.You could hear the baby crying but considering you’d smacked your head going down and Dean’s weight was on your legs you couldn’t get up.

Dean slid his angel blade to Cas at the last moment and Cas buried it home. You pulled your legs out from under Dean and headed for the baby while Dean helped Cas to his feet.

You scooped her up and turned to look at the two of them “Everybody good?” they nodded and you let out a breath “Good”

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You and Dean ended up staying with Cas until Nora got back from her date and between the three of you the baby finally calmed and went back to sleep. When Nora got there you and Dean headed outside to call Sam while Cas spoke to Nora.

The news from Sam was about the worst you could get. The spell Metatron did was irreversible. The angels couldn’t get back into heaven.

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It hurt having to leave Cas yet again but he was safe from the angels and adapting. You knew it was for the best even if you wished more than anything he could come home to the bunker.

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You were silent for the first couple hours of the ride back to Lebanon until Dean bumped your knee with his hand. “Want to stop and grab a bite to eat?” you rolled your head to look over at him “Sure, might as well”

When the two of you headed into the diner he slung his arm around your shoulders “Go to admit Y/N, you’re a natural with kids sweetheart” you rolled your eyes and said “You weren’t so bad yourself Dean” with a laugh.The older waitress that was at the counter smiled at the two of you when you walked in and headed for a corner booth.

When she came to take your order she looked between the two of you “Can I just say how cute it is to see a couple get along so well?” your mouth fell open in shock and you expected Dean to correct her but he just winked at her and motioned to you “Look at her. How could I not get along with her?” you shot him a look then when the waitress left to place your orders you looked back at him “What the hell was that?” and he shrugged “Sweetheart I’ve been accused of a lot worse than managing to get you as mine” you felt your cheeks warm but ducked your head to hide it and said “You’re a natural flirt Dean, you know that?” and when you glanced back up he smiled “Tell me to stop and I will never flirt with you again” you took a sip of the water in front of you and shrugged “I’ve still not seen any flirting worth being impressed over” his eyes widened at that “So is that the issue? I’m not convincing enough?”

A part of you still wondered if Charlie told him how you felt so you quickly threw back “I just know you don’t mean it” this time he looked a bit thrown but you could see the wheels turning in his head even when the waitress brought your food back over to the table.

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Dean was quiet throughout the two of you eating and even when you got back out to the impala. It wasn't until you were miles down the road that he finally spoke "Look Y/N, I know I'm a flirt. I like sex there's no shame in that but if I was to be with someone I'd be loyal to that person and I wouldn't say I wanted someone as a joke or a way to appease hurt feelings hell I'm too much of a jackass for that" you turned sideways in the seat and studied his profile for a moment considering he'd just poured his heart out without taking his eyes from the road.

"Are you trying to say something Dean?" You asked feeling your heart jump into your throat with the hope that maybe just maybe he was. That hope was squashed when he shook his head "Not really. I just don't want you thinking I'm one of those types of guys is all" "Oh, well don't worry about that Dean. We're good" you replied with a smile then straightened up in the seat pulling your jacket up on you as a blanket "Wake me when we get home or if you want me to drive some"

He cut his eyes at you with a smirk "Home it is"

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#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #always be yours

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nanagoswife · 3 years

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For You? Always.

Chapter Three

Summary: You see an old family friend and some old memories are brought up.

W/C: 2.5k

Warnings: Mention of cheating

<<Previous, Next>>

As you had hoped, Ben had not come to work. That meant he had stayed with his mother.

Siara, like you predicted, was perfectly fine on her own. She joked around that being on her own was actually better.

That would be true if she wasn't such a social butterfly. This meant she wasn't able to work alone for too long of a time. Even during those few days, she would come up to your office. Rarely to do actual work.

It was the third day, and you knew that it was going to be a day. The day where you would find out whether he’s coming back, or needing some more time.

Your question was about to be answered as you looked up to see Ben, lightly knocking on your door frame.

Getting up, you prepared for any news that was about to be said.

“So?”

“She’s cancer free. It was just a bacterial growth, thank the stars.” He said this with a big smile.

Not only did his smile make you happy, but the news was great.

“That’s fantastic news! Go enjoy the rest of your day. It’s the end of the week, so start your weekend early. Siara was going to leave early anyways.”

He nodded and started to walk away before he paused.

“Would you like to come to dinner tonight? My mom and I are celebrating before she gets the removal surgery. Also, it’s my way of saying thank you. For... that night.” He said this almost shyly, his smile mirroring this.

Even though you weren’t expecting the question, you weren’t very surprised, either. Joy filled you at the thought of it.

“Of course. Where shall I meet you?”

“There’s a small restaurant not far from here. A couple of blocks over.”

“Are you talking about Rick’s?”

Ben smiled and nodded.

“I haven’t been there in so long. I wonder how Rick and his family are doing," you said, partially to yourself.

“Wait, wait. You know Rick?” He looked at you with astonishment. “My mom and I have always wanted to meet him but we never have the time.” His eyes lit up at that.

“Yeah. My father is close friends with him. I basically grew up knowing him. I can introduce you two to him tonight if you’d like.”

Excitement filled Ben’s eyes as he nodded quickly, a big smile on his face. He looked almost like a kid who found out they were going to Disneyland. There was something about it that made you feel fondness toward him.

Before he left, you set a time to be there.

To your delight, the rest of the day went by quickly, though you still worked a bit later.

You only stopped at your house to drop off your work bag before heading over to Rick's.

Not only were you excited to see Rick again, but you were excited to meet Ben’s mom too. Though you hadn’t known him, properly, for long, you considered Ben to be a close friend.

Coming up to the front of the restaurant, you were greeted by the familiar face of Ben, who was waiting outside for you.

You waved hello to the waiter at the front who was one of Rick's sons, and followed Ben to their table. There you saw his mother who grew a smile as you walked towards her.

“Momma, meet, I guess, one of my bosses,” he said followed with a little laugh.

Extending your hand for a shake, she took it and obliged but held it for a moment, bringing her other hand over it.

“It’s very nice to meet you, dear. I’m Amelia. Obi failed to mention your beautiful looks.” Your cheeks flushed red at the compliment.

Not only did you think the nickname was adorable, but you found you were right about his accent. His mother had a very prominent English accent.

Looking at Ben, he looked very embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head with his own blush spreading his cheeks.

“Oh Obi calm down. You can’t tell me that I’m wrong. Anyways, dear, come sit.” Amelia had a tone that was hard to say no to.

Before any servers came over, the three of you talked. Amelia had fascinating stories, most from when she still lived in London, England. Some were also from Scotland, where she met Ben's father.

Listening to her, you were filled with awe and wonder as she told stories about her childhood and how she met Ben’s father. Her description of everything in London was all you ever hoped it could be. Seeing pictures was never enough.

Breaking your attention, you heard a familiar voice, “Rosebud!”

A smile grew on your face when you looked to see Rick in his usual dress clothing with only an apron over top. Quickly, you got up and hugged him.

Growing up, he was like your uncle, or your third parent. So seeing him now was like being reunited with a close family member that you hadn’t seen in months.

“How’ve you been, Rick? How’s the family?”

He laughed, "Oh you know us. Great as always. The wife was a little worried when we didn't hear anything from you these last months."

“I’m sorry I haven’t even been able to get here. It’s been pretty busy.”

“No need for an apology, kiddo. You’re a busy woman who’s always welcome to our home any time, like always.” You smiled at each other as you were once again greeted by a familiar face.

Then, you remembered the reason you were here in the first place.

Turning, you made a small gesture towards the other two.“Rick, this is my friend, Ben and his mom Amelia.”

They stood up and Rick greeted them both with a warm, friendly introduction and handshake.

In all your life, you have never heard of Rick being anything but friendly. Like most people you knew, he was a people person. If he didn’t have anybody to tell stories to, no one knows what he’d do. Not even his wife. This restaurant was the perfect outlet for him and it thrived because of him.

After taking our orders, Rick pulled up a chair and told some stories. Some were from when you were very young, and the worst of them were embarrassing stories from when you were a teenager.

It was relatively fine until he told the story about your prom night, when you had been ditched by your then boyfriend, who you caught with another girl in the hallway that night. He told them how you had nowhere else to go, so you went to him for support.

This story would be fine being told to any almost anyone else. Not necessarily when it was the man that you, what you recently realized, harboured a crush on and his mother who you had just met.

Well, this was one way for Ben to learn what he had missed so many years ago.

That day changed a lot. It not only brought you closer to Rick, but it broke you so badly that you hadn’t dated since. You had always thought he was the one. Well, it started to waver due to something a month before prom, but that was irrelevant.

You didn't know that you were lost in thought until you were broken out of your trance when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You also hadn’t realized that your eyes started to well up with tears when Rick comforted you.

“Yes. That night was not easy for anybody, especially her. But look at you now, Rosebud. Ever since the day I first saw you with your rosy cheeks, trying to grab a rose from my rose bush, I saw you going somewhere. And you blew that thought away, becoming greater than your parents and I would have ever expected. And you still do.”

Those words made your tears go from sadness, to happiness as you hugged Rick tightly with a large smile.

“Though you were a family friend, to me, you were like a third parent. Always being there to turn to when my parents weren’t an option.” You said this, still in a tight hug with Rick.

After a few moments, you sat back properly in your seat. You wiped the tears from your face. Shifting your gaze over to Ben, he showed a comforting smile. Sitting beside him, you thought, was one of the best scenarios at this moment.

“I hate to break up a party, but I see your food and I should make sure they don’t burn down the building,” Rick said sarcastically, giving you a hug goodbye after handing you a napkin to dry your tears.

He said bye to the other two and when he walked away, you felt a bit awkward. He had just told so much about you that you never thought would be brought up ever again. Not for a while, anyways.

Ben looked over at you and saw your bittersweet smile and rested a hand on your arm for comfort. Almost like a few nights ago.

Though you tensed up at first, you relaxed at his gentle touch. There was something about it that just felt right.

Finally, you were saved by the sight of food being carried to the table. Ben pulled his hand away quickly, and you saw a flush of red fill his cheeks. Amelia chuckled quietly.

During the meal, you carried a few conversations that helped you forget the awkwardness. On more than one front.

When you were done, the waiter, another of Rick’s sons, Jacob, told you that the meal was on the house. Thanking him and giving him a hug, you all got up and walked out of the restaurant. Though the night air was quite cool, it was refreshing.

“Well, Obi," Amelia started after walking a little down the street, "thank you for tonight. And thank you for delighting us with your company. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Amelia said this all with a smile. “I’ll leave you two alone.”

Before Ben could offer to walk her home she waved him off and walked away.

"I am perfectly able to walk myself home," she called out with her back turned.

Ben sighed in either annoyance or nervousness. You couldn't tell which, but you chuckled. This brought his attention to you, eyebrow raised in question.

“Your mom is an amazing woman. Very strong,” he met your gaze when you said that. Staring into your eyes he smiled, making you feel slightly weak at the sight.

“Would you mind if we went back to the park? I don’t know what it is about that place, but it’s overly peaceful and I quite enjoyed it.”

You couldn’t help but smile and nod.

Seeing a small glint in his eyes, he offered you his arm. Without thinking, you wrapped your arm around his and you started down the road together, heading towards the park.

The feeling of your arm wrapped through his made you smile to yourself. You loved how comfortable it made you feel.

"I- I'm sorry to hear about what- about everything that happened," Ben said as the two of you drew closer to the park.

You looked at the ground, "Yes, well, those last couple of months weren't the best. Classes were boring without you always quizzing our teachers." Both of you laughed as you lightly poked your elbow into his side.

"It was fun seeing them stumble to find the answers, wasn't it?"

You chuckled, "You really gave them a run for their money."

The two of you laughed the rest of the way to the park. You weren't going to mention the cafe yet.

Walking down the dirt path always filled you with a sense of comfort. Now, with Ben at your side, you felt it even more. Not only did you feel comfort, but he gave you a sense of security as well. Almost as if he would never let you fall, and if you did, he’d catch you.

Reaching the patch of grass, he guided you down, which was unnecessary but still appreciated. The two of you sat and watched the last of the daylight as it faded to darkness, filling the time with conversation.

“May I ask something?” Ben said after a few moments of silence.

“Sure,” you answered while also nodding.

“Your last boyfriend, before the day of prom, how long were you two together for? I never really knew.”

Although the topic was sensitive to you, you didn’t want to keep anything from him. “Four years. We started dating four years before that day.”

Ben’s reaction was one of shock.

“I thought he was the one. When I looked back, I noticed how he had started distancing himself in the last year of that. Everyone in school, even the girl I caught him with, was shocked that he did that. To everyone, we were high school sweethearts.”

Ben looked almost like he had been finding out in the same moment it had happened.

He glanced over at you and smiled, making you feel the small bit of pain wash away. Then, he looked up to the sky, taking in a deep breath and stayed silent for another few moments.

“Can I tell you something that I just need to get off of my chest.” he suddenly said.

You looked over at him, watching as he gathered himself before meeting your eyes.

“I’m just going to be straight up. I like you. And you have no idea how much of a child I feel like saying this but I like you more than just normal friends.” He quickly looked down at the grass, afraid of what the answer might be.

“Ben-”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just-”

“Ben! It’s okay.” He looked back up at you as you continued, “I like you too.” You said softly.

Instantly, his eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his face. He breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief, causing you both to laugh.

What you didn't know was that this was a moment years in the making.

As you both laid down on the grass, you slowly moved your hand to his. Without hesitation, the two of you interlaced your fingers as you held hands. You both looked at each other with smiles on your faces.

Hating to break the moment, you had to ask the time. He looked at his watch and told you.

“I really am sorry to leave like this, Ben, but I have to go.”

“Before you go, would you like to go to dinner on Monday? Just you and I? I would say tomorrow but I told my mom I’d stay with her.”

You smiled and nodded. A new excitement filled you at the thought.

“I’m going to be working a bit later on Monday, so you’ll have to wait until I’m done.”

Then he came back with something you didn’t expect but it made you feel, something you had never felt. Almost giddy. He said, “For you? Always.” It made your heart skyrocket, leaving the last image of you, for him, smiling from his words.

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Season 8, Episode 5: What the Heart Wants

I was going to try to follow my scene-by-scene format for the entire season, but I’ve been getting a lot of migraines recently, presumably from staring at the computer too long, so I don’t want to spend all morning working on typing up the play-by-play for this episode.

Also, for what it’s worth I think this episode lends itself to plot discussion better than some of the previous episodes...at least in some sense.

And as another head’s up, it’s back to being critical for me. ;P

Storylines:

School Ends/Graduation/Parent-Teacher Conferences

The Dress Shop/Rachel

Postal Service, Ned

Bill’s Uniform, Nathan’s Vacation

Carson and Faith

Henry

Elizabeth and Lucas

Clara’s Dilemma

School Ends/Graduation/Parent-Teacher Conferences

This plot felt a little scattered, but for once it wasn’t the kind of storyline they foisted too much drama upon. After years of every single function possible being besieged by bullshittery, it’s a relief to see one go off without a real hitch.

The beginning scene with Robert hugging Elizabeth was sweet. I enjoyed the Canfields immensely and am intrigued by Angela’s role in the story long-term (PLEASE let her befriend Allie!). Nathan...eh, I have thoughts—but I’ll talk about that a bit soon. The actual ceremony was cute and kind of fun with the kids singing.

Neat Thing I Noticed:

Continuity? Cat Montgomery is still listed as Emily’s mother. ♥♥♥ I don’t know why but this made me really happy???

Complaint Corner:

Parent-teacher conferences should have been in this show from a much earlier point, and so should graduation have been. If there was a point to this celebration (the first year in a while anyone was old enough to graduate) that would have been a nice touch, too. It just managed to feel sliiiightly out of place.

I’ll forgive the “everyone in town goes to the graduation” thing because this is 1918...something like this would be a whole-town affair IMO. Invite everyone and have a nice get-together/party, probably on a Sunday afternoon after church but Hope Valley does whatever it wants, so...eh.

The threat of merging Hope Valley with other schools doesn’t fit in this scenario and it feels like they ripped it directly out of Tales from Avonlea which was almost rage-inducing to me.

Look, school mergers happened a lot in the early 1900s, especially around the WWI mark, but it wouldn’t be hitting a rural western town just yet. They don’t have any way of getting these kids to other towns for schooling. Where would the next closest school be? It would have to be pretty large and modern to merge multiple schools together.

*Adjusts nerd glasses* This felt forced and completely unnecessary. If anything this guy could be telling Elizabeth that they’re working on building a modern school somewhat close by, and could even have her involved in some decision-making regarding layout. Then they could bring in a “merger” storyline next season without it feeling out of place.

It mostly just felt dramatic for the hell of it, and it was boring, as was this man’s threat that Elizabeth had no right to teach a blind student. As if they’d accept Angela at a better school? As if her parents could afford top tier education for her? PLEASE.

Now it’s time for Nathan. The man chose to go fishing instead of to the parent-teacher conference? It makes him look like a tool. This isn’t about him or about Elizabeth; it’s about Allie. I understand why he didn’t want to go, but he should have done it anyway. It would have taken five minutes of his time.

His flippant attitude annoyed me because it went completely against his character as we know it, but Elizabeth’s lecturing was irritating, too. For a moment I thought we had Lorigail back on the show...

I think Elizabeth was well within her rights to warn Nathan about the effect his work has on his ward, but that inquiry took like a week AT MOST. Heck, let’s be generous and say TWO WEEKS. Allie’s concentration suffered for two weeks. There was no need to say more than, “Hey she worries about you and her work suffered for a bit during that time frame, just so you’re aware.”

I think what annoyed me about the math program thing is that...Elizabeth being a teacher would probably be VERY WELL AWARE that MOST of the parents to her students aren’t good enough at schooling to assist their kids with their homework. I dunno, it just feels out of place for her to tell Nathan that she wants to put Allie in an accelerated “program” and that Allie might need his help with her homework. It’s even more out of place when he admits he used to bribe his sister to do his work for him. Like. It’s very possible he’s not that good at math and isn’t capable of helping. (But maybe that will be a plot down the road...?)

“Or a tutor...” BITCH WHERE IS HE GONNA FIND A TUTOR IN THIS TOWN?! It’s super annoying to see dialogue like this that feels completely out of touch with the reality these people would be living in...lol. But also if she needs a tutor to stay caught up in an advanced program, she probably...shouldn’t be in the advanced program.

I don’t know how to feel about this whole thing here: “Nathan, you are Allie’s world. You’re the only father she’s ever known, and as she grows up you will always be the measure of the quality she’ll look for in a man as she chooses who to marry.”

On one hand, it does fit the situation (he seems to think everything is behind him but Elizabeth’s words are kind of a caution that 1) his actions still have an effect on Allie, and 2) every day he’s teaching her by example). On the other hand, it seems almost wildly inappropriate to bring up? At the same time, it’s probably not wrong that Allie will measure other men (friends, acquaintances, potential future romantic interests) against Nathan’s example.

I dunno. The conversation felt disjointed.

I think what they were going for was Nathan just feeling too awkward and weird about being with Elizabeth to want to be there for the conference, but...he interacted with her quite normally after the inquiry and stuff (even after she’d broken things off with him), so...it feels out of place. Like maybe this should have taken place right after the breakup and not weeks later?

Anyone else have thoughts on this and why it doesn’t feel quite right?

The Dress Shop/Rachel

This plot wasn’t what I would call a waste of time (rather, it’s worth having it mentioned now), but part of it was completely pointless and stupid. The whole Rachel getting lost thing was tacked into the promos to stir up drama, but nothing happened and there was nothing worrisome even going on. YAWN.

Rosemary’s desire to do something meaningful and different with her life is super interesting. I’m very curious to see what they decide to do with her if Dottie does sell the dress shop.

Also, Rosemary finding the book under Rachel’s bed was pretty funny.

But yeah, I didn’t really find much in this plotline to care deeply about. I guess I am pretty interested in knowing who might be purchasing the dress shop and/or if this decision is to bring someone else onto the show (a female love interest for the man who doesn’t win Elizabeth’s heart in the end, or even to bring back an old character*) or to take the dress shop out of the equation entirely... It’s also just as possible that Rosemary/Lee or Clara/Jesse end up buying it themselves down the line... Thoughts?

*I can’t begin to imagine who would be the best fit for this in this case, though. Who would have the money to buy her out?

Postal Service, Ned

Ned is just honestly so cute and fun. I love him. He’s really been doing well this season and seeing him wander around town delivering mail door to door was kind of nice.

Also, he’s one SMOOTH operator! Look at him, talking about putting a bell on the door so that he and Florence won’t be caught off-guard if they’re in the middle of...something.

Oh my, Ned. What might customers be...interrupting? :3

Continuity? Not only was the ulcer from last season brought up, but the horrid cabbage juice was, too. :’) It was a nice touch. And these two had just enough screentime to be kind of fun/interesting without also taking up too much time.

Bill’s Uniform, Nathan’s Vacation

Nathan got his vacation and Bill is in charge...again. This happens an awful lot. I wonder if it’ll actually impact the next few episodes or if it’s just here for the hell of it.

I love Bill a lot and I want to brag up his character in this episode a bit. I’ve complained many times in the past about him being written like a Grumpy Old Man Yelling at Clouds but this episode was super respectful. He got his scene with his uniform. Nobody interrupted it. There weren’t even any words. I quite liked it.

But it also felt kind of...pointless? I don’t want to judge it too harshly yet. Like the dress shop plotline, this could actually be going somewhere in the next couple of episodes.

Plus, unrelated to the uniform, it was nice to see Bill acting fatherly toward Clara. While it sort of came out of nowhere for the wedding, I appreciate the attempt at continuity there. Plus, so far this season, I’ve felt like Bill’s almost been a father-figure to Clara, Fiona, and even Nathan, so I’m enjoying that a lot.

Carson and Faith

CONTINUITY? The show finally remembered that not only is Carson actually a surgeon, but that was his original passion. It’s not that they completely forgot (S5 had him performing surgery on his sister-in-law, after all), but giving Carson a PASSION makes him a way more interesting character to me.

And also, finally, this feels like a REAL high-stakes plotline for him and for Faith.

I really liked Faith’s take on things. I know, I know, I’ve been rooting at them to break up, but the reason is mostly because they’re just so BORING together. I’d rather watch Henry twirl around in a chair for an hour than suffer through date scenes with these two.

It’s not that I’m against a doctor wife/husband team. I’m not. I just think Faith was a much more interesting and cool character on the show before Carson showed up and usurped her place (and completely overshadowed her for literal seasons). This plotline for Carson might actually be interesting. Like, a fellowship? For modern surgery? IN BALTIMORE?!

I hope this is Faith’s way of saying she wants a break and/or a break would be good for them. I can’t picture her leaving Hope Valley without any trained medical staff, let alone long enough for a fellowship...

But if this goes through, what will they do with it? Would they really write Carson off the show? To be perfectly honest with y’all, I’d be fine with that. At least it’s the type of write-off that makes a lot of good sense (unlike some of the other ones we got). I guess this is just another “wait and see” plotline which is uhh...the theme of this episode, huh? Anyone have thoughts on this?

Henry

Henry barely had any screentime, but I do want to say he is #relateable. The man is back at work for ten seconds and already exhausted. SAME.

Also, I appreciate that he’s ready to be back in the oil business. At what cost? I know people were worried they were gonna kill him off, and I really doubted it, but now I’m starting to wonder where they’re going with this exactly. Yet another wait and see moment LOL!

Elizabeth and Lucas

Some damn fine scenes for Lucas and Elizabeth in this episode. Mostly the scenic ones. :P

I enjoyed the agreement to a date. The horseback riding stuff was pretty cute.

Complaint corner? I don’t know. I have petty complaints. Even though the celebration for the kids was a town-wide event, and therefore Lucas was invited, it still felt out of place to see it brought up. Maybe it should have been mentioned as a town celebration from the start?

Then Lucas’s comment about not wanting to make things awkward for Nathan (who is actually a parent and there) makes a liiiittle more sense. I do think it was good of him to not go, even though he wanted to spend more time with Elizabeth, but it gave off a weird vibe, like, “Look at how good and wholesome Lucas is!” Is that intentional? I’m not...sure...?

For what it’s worth I already felt like Lucas was an honorable person in this regard. He loaned Nathan money, after all. Maybe he should have told Elizabeth he views Nathan as a friend and doesn’t want to hurt his feelings unnecessarily and/or if he was there he’d want to hog her all to himself or something cheesy. Hm.

My other complaints are:

Elizabeth running to the saloon would be WAY faster than all this getting set up at her house...?? Who thought this made sense?

Elizabeth’s dress looked like a nightie she bought at Kohls.

Too many damn candles.

Characters Do What Plot Dictates Even Though Plot Makes No Sense. More at 11:00!!

I have no further comments on the dress. It needed sleeves or something so it looked more like a dress and not like a nightgown/piece of lingerie.

I think the candles might have been on purpose to parallel Jack...but I hated it lol. Fire hazard? HAVEN’T ENOUGH THINGS IN TOWN BURNED DOWN/EXPLODED?!

I didn’t hate the date scene! But I never feel like Elizabeth has any meaningful conversations with Lucas and it’s starting to drive me batty.

Could we get uhhh something of substance please? It has to be surface-level nonsense on purpose. Right? RIGHT?

(And no, discussing a book for ten seconds on-screen is not “intelligent conversation” okay...?)

It’s really a shame because I’m starting to actually warm up to Lucas a little bit in this season but it feels like the conversations are just...kind of stilted and she’s not really into dating him—just agreeing to it because he’s the only option.

And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but...he deserves better than that.

Don’t get me wrong, by the way. If it’s part of the story and it’s revealed as such down the road, I’ll be fine with it...but I always worry they’ll just skip important relationship milestones and/or important conversations and expect us all to just accept it.

Kiiiiiind of looking forward to the rainy date scene in the next episode, though. I’m Team Nathan mostly but I’m keeping an open mind and I think I might actually enjoy it. Hopefully they’ll get some good scenes together that don’t feel like this one did.

Clara's Dilemma

Clara’s fears about running the salon without Fiona...are legit. LOL.

Also, this little bit was funny (between Mike and Jesse and Bill):

Anyway, if Clara was that worried about it, she should have just...told Fiona no? I hope it comes up down the road. Poor Molly??

I genuinely don’t know how I feel about Clara and Jesse’s involvement in this episode. I guess it was okay. I liked Clara’s scenes with Bill. I thought the idea of Clara and Jesse buying into the cafe was a nice one. Jesse having “invested” their money and lost it all, though... They did a similar plot with other people in what...Season 5 was it? Or was that the start of S6? He didn’t even say what he invested it in? But he admits the money is all gone?

I think that’s what was missing from that scene. “I invested it in X, hoping to make us more money, but it didn’t work out and we lost everything.”

I’m not going to criticize Jesse’s characterization, only because sometimes character "growth” doesn’t happen for the better of anyone involved. My biggest worry here is that it’ll be solved by the end of next episode....but I hope that’s not it.

Like, I think they did better with Frank and Abigail if we’re going to talk about a man who didn’t know how to live like he was in a committed relationship. It made more sense with Frank, too, being older and single most of his life. His bouts of selfishness felt realistic.

Jesse feels like he’s somehow getting worse and worse as a person as the show goes on. I’m kind of at a point where I hope he and Clara divorce, because he’s so damn selfish it’s embarrassing. He’s off having a beer while his wife works multiple jobs? And then he has the audacity to act like they should save money when he just blew all their savings?

I’m sure it’ll work out fine but I hope Clara puts herself in charge of the finances at the very least.

As to investing failures, I liked how they did that with Henry and Abigail. That was the kind of tension and worry that felt natural to me—like she trusted him with her money after he’d proven himself untrustworthy ten million times throughout the years, and he failed and had to uhh admit that.

Jesse straight up betrayed Clara. Which, if it’s dealt with in a satisfying way...I think can be a good plotline. I just worry about it actually being dealt with properly. That’s a huge stumbling block in a relationship. And why is he continually getting worse as a person? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.

Gasp... it’s almost like it’s just plot because they feel like they have to give someone something every damn episode.

Which brings me to THE FINAL

COMPLAINT CORNER (The Big Boy™ Complaints)

The show has really struggled with finding its footing. I wish they’d take notes from better shows with ensemble casts (cough cough Road to Avonlea cough) without also ripping off their storylines (cough school merges cough).

My #1 complaint at this point in Season 8 is the SHEER AMOUNT OF THINGS GOING ON EVERY EPISODE.

I want continuity, so I want to see things happen naturally over a season, but my God do we not need to have mindless pointless crap in the episode. Rachel getting “lost” for ten seconds wasted literal MINUTES of screen time that would have been MUCH better allocated to basically anyone else in this episode.

And I don’t think it would bother me so much if it wasn’t also shoved into the promo like it was supposed to matter. It didn’t matter. Nobody cares. Why was it allowed to stay in the episode alongside stuff like Clara and Bill’s conversation?

Or Lucas and Carson’s?

I think they want to appease all the fans in every episode by giving them scenes of their favorites, but what did Henry sitting in his chair accomplish in this episode? Rachel getting lost? Jack not sleeping well/missing his mom? The school superintendent?

Did Bill trying on his uniform have to be in this episode? Did Jesse and Clara’s problems have to come fully to light right now?

When every episode is formatted like this, with 10 plotlines all interconnected slightly and going on at the same time, I feel like...nobody gets the spotlight they deserve when they deserve it.

I cANNOT believe I’m saying this, but this plotline for Carson, especially if it will end with him leaving the show for a while or permanently should get the focus it deserves. But it won’t if we get tiny snips of it here and there and then BOOM decision made because Reasons.

And again, I know I’ve said before that I want more continuity throughout the season, but... the best way to do that is to tighten up the plots. Have fewer of them per season and give more screentime to the ones you choose to pursue.

Anyway, I’m still enjoying the season, but I hope they keep some of this kind of stuff in mind for next season. They don’t need plotlines for everyone in every episode. They need the plotlines they choose to write to be worth their screentime.

Sorry this was sloppily written and all that. Hopefully it makes sense. Very curious to see y’alls thoughts. Feel free to make your own posts and @ me, or reblog this or comment!

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effiethebookworm · 3 years

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TSE Appreciation Week Day 3!

Hi again! Wow, almost halfway done with TSE Appreciation Week ALREADY? No way. If only it could be TSE Appreciation Month....... *wistful sigh* Here’s the fanfiction for Day Three! This one wasn’t my best one. I started out with a ton of motivation, but quickly lost it. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Idony and Melody

I sit next to the cold window, the smell of smoke wafting from the fireplace in the corner. I touch the windowpane, feel the frost seeping through, and quickly remove my hand. The children are out sledding today, but I decided to stay in. I dislike the cold, and wanted a bit of peace. The door to the room opens, and I hear my mother's boots stepping on the wooden floors.

“Idony, we have a new child with us.” I turn my face towards her, and get up from the window seat. I hear a smaller set of shoes now, coming into the room.

“Hello, what's your name?” I ask. My mother replies.

“This is Melody. Noah found her by the docks.”

“How are you doing, Melody?” Silence.

“Idony, Melody is mute.” I keep my smile on, although I no longer feel happy. Melody will be a new challenge. How will I keep track of her? I grope for my umbrella, and reach in Melody's direction.

“May I feel your face?” A hand grabs mine and squeezes. “I'm blind, you see.” The hand squeezes twice, and I reach up the arm and find the face. It has an upturned nose, long eyelashes that are damp with snow, full lips, and short curly hair.

“Mother, how do you know Melody's name?”

“She wrote it out in the snow for me when I asked.”

“So she knows how to write her name. Melody, can you read?” I ask. Her chin moves up and down.

“Wonderful. Do you know where your parents are?” Her chin moves up and down again.

“Perfect! Are they here in Greenway?” She pauses a moment, and then shakes her head. A moment later, she nods.

“Did you run away from home?” Another head shake.

“Did your parents abandon you?” Head shake.

“Did they die?” A nod. I reach onto her cheeks and feel tears. I grab a handkerchief from my pocket and dry her eyes. “I am very sorry to hear that, Melody.” She sniffles.

“Please take Melody to her room.” My mother says from the doorway.

“Yes, Mother.” Taking my umbrella in one hand and Melody's hand in the other, I take her upstairs to the girl's quarters. I don't really need the umbrella, I know the orphanage halls like I know the sound of my brother's voice, but it makes me feel safer. We get to the room, and I tell Melody,

“This is your new room. Find a bunk with nothing on it, and it's yours.” She lets go of my hand, and walks towards the bunks.

“The bell will ring at five for supper. The girls bathroom is the door to the right.” I point to my right, where I know the bathroom is. “Welcome to the St. Claire Orphanage, Melody.”

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“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Baysmore! Welcome to the St. Claire Orphanage. You're right on time for your appointment! My name is Idony St. Claire, and my mother owns the orphanage. Are you interested in adopting a child?”

“Yes. May we meet some of the girls?” A deep voice says.

“Certainly. Please follow me.” I lead them upstairs to the girls wing. Most of the girls are downstairs, playing or helping with chores, but a few stay up here and read.

“We have visitors, girls.” I can hear them scrambling into a neat line.

The Baysmores pass me to look at the girls.

“Hello, what's your name?” Mrs. Baysmore says.

Anna speaks up. “That's Melody. She's mute.”

The Baysmores quickly move on to the next girl, and I sigh. Melody has been here for three months now, and she has gotten that response on every single visit. As the Baysmores move down the line, I hear the rejected girls go back to their activities. It doesn't seem to bother them, being rejected so many times. I've talked to a few who actually don't want to be adopted. They want to stay until the age of eighteen and then go out into the world on their own. I know a few who have, and become successful workers and even business owners. I hear the Baysmores walking towards me, along with a girl.

“Miss St. Claire, do you have a foster option? We don't want anything final quite yet.”

“Oh, certainly!” I say. “If you'll just come downstairs with me, you can fill out the paperwork. Also, may I ask which girl you chose?”

“Me!” Rebecca says. The Baysmores sound confused.

“Why did you ask? Don't you know her name?” I laugh a bit.

“Of course I do. Can't you tell that I'm blind?”

“Oh my, I'm so sorry,” Mrs. Baysmore says.

“No reason to apologize.” I say. “Let's go fill out those forms.”

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“Hello, and welcome to the St. Claire Orphanage. Today is our annual Adoption Fair!”

Claps from the small crowd.

“This year, we decided that instead of having the girls' line on one side and the boys' on the other, they are grouped by age. Remember to look at all ages, not just the babies. All of the children are wonderful, and many would find amazing homes with your families. So, let the annual Adoption Fair begin!” More claps, and a few whistles. A very loud, high frequency squeaking noise.

“Enel, please stop. No one wants to go deaf today.”

The squeaking stops, and I hear giggles. I grab hold of my umbrella, and walk down the wooden ramp of the outdoor stage. The air is warm and at a perfect humidity level, perfect early summer weather. Child voices mingle with adult voices, and I hear laughter and even singing.

“This might be our most successful fair yet,” I hear a familiar voice say from a few paces away.

“Noah!” I rush towards my brother, and his arms envelop me. “How long have you and Papa been back?”

“A few hours. I have great news.”

“You and dad can stay forever?” I touch his face, and feel a slight frown. It disappears quickly when he says,

“Nope. I got accepted into medical school in the East!” I gasp. “That is amazing! Now you'll get to be a doctor, just like you've dreamed!” And maybe help me see again, I think, but don't say.

“The bad news is, I'll have to leave in the fall.”

“Oh, okay. But you usually do leave in the fall.”

“I'll have to stay until next spring.”

My face falls. “So long? Don't you get Christmas off?”

“Yes, but only two weeks. It takes a month to sail from Gallitan to Cedulan, where the school is.”

“Oh.” We are both silent for a while. “Well, I guess I'd better see how the fair is coming.” I say.

“And I ought to go unpack.” Noah squeezes my shoulder, and then lets go. I walk towards the noise of the crowd.

“How are you doing?” I ask a person at the edge of a cluster.

“Pretty well.” She responds very slowly and nasally. It is very hard to understand her.

“That's good!” I say. “Have you met any of the kids yet?” There is a long pause, and then a male voice says, “No, we haven't. I know this is an odd question, but do you have any deaf children here? We specifically want a deaf child.”

I am confused. “No, I'm afraid we don't. Is there any particular reason you want a deaf child?”

The woman speaks again, very slowly, and with a slight stutter.

“When I was a child, until r-recently, I was deaf. I had a surg-g-surgery last year so that I could hear. That is why I s-speak so s-s-slowly. I only learned to talk last year. I have-have been making a kind of speaking, but with hands. I call it S-Sign Language, and I want a child that I can teach it to. I al-also know the hardships of being deaf, so I might be a better mother than someone who has h-heard all her life.

“Oh, my. I am sorry that we don't have any deaf children.” Suddenly, an idea hits me. “We do have a mute girl. She can read and write, but she cannot speak. Do you think that she would work?”

“Yes!” The man says enthusiastically. “May we meet her?”

“Right this way, please.” I tell them. I walk over to a voice I recognise as Kulie, one of Melody's roommates.

“Kulie, do you know where Melody is?” Kulie looks around, at least, that's what it sounds like, and says, “There. 2 o'clock, straight shot.”

“Thank you Kulie.” I lead the couple over to Melody.

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“Melody? Melody! I know you can hear me!” I almost trip over a see-saw, but catch myself with my umbrella just in time.

“Melody! Come out. You need to go home with your new parents. Please, Melody.”

I hear a small whimper from inside the slide tower, about twenty feet away. The orphanage playground is huge, full of nooks and crannies and tiny secret passages perfect for hide-and-go-seek, but terrible for finding kids. I walk slowly over to the tower, carefully sweeping my umbrella in front of me before every step.

“Melody, please. You will love it with your new family, they have a big house, and a cat, and a big yard, and a big family of kids next door who you can play with. The mom used to be deaf and mute, and she can teach you how to speak with your hands. You liked her when you met her, remember?” I use the voice that I use to comfort sick babies. I am at the foot of the slide now, and I can hear Melody whimpering at the top.

“Melody, I know that change is scary, but you need to accept it. It's going to happen whether you like it or not. You need to come down by yourself. It's your choice. You don't have a choice on whether you're adopted or not, but you need to come down on your own. I'll wait for you.” I stand at the bottom of the slide for a moment, and then I hear the squeaky whoosh of Melody coming down the slide. She takes my hand, and squeezes. I take my handkerchief out of the pocket of my pinafore, and use it to wipe her eyes.

“Come on, sweetie. Let's get you to your new home.”

The End

#tseweek2021 #tse appreciation week #idony st claire #noah st claire #savannah st claire

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a-yellow-book · 3 years

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If you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.

In which Wen Kexing shamelessly courts Zhou Zishu with cheesy pick-up lines instead of beautiful ancient Chinese poetry, and Zishu falls for him anyway. (Alternatively, if Word of Honor was a modern romantic comedy.)

[read on ao3 instead]

Zhou Zishu was not looking forward to his closing shift at the cafe tonight. Thinking about the pile of case studies he still had to read through sent him down a spiral of sadness. It was a Saturday night, for goodness’ sake. He wasn’t gunning for a rowdy night-out at bars. All he wanted was to finish his readings and then to curl up on his cozy couch and snuggle in with his cat to watch a wuxia drama. But alas, Zishu couldn’t say no when his boss called, asking if he could cover A-Ying at the last minute because he’d gone skating and knocked his head on the metal railings, no doubt concussed.

It’s ok! It might be a slow night and I can get some readings done there, Zishu reassured himself. That, and also he needed extra money anyway. Jiuxiou’s surgery was coming up soon and they needed whatever extra funds they could get.

Pushing the cafe’s door open, Zishu greeted Heilan, who barely looked over at him. “Urg, you’re finally here. Took you long enough,” he grumbled.

“Sorry, I missed the bus,” Zishu said, shrugging off Heilan’s rudeness. The kid treated everyone whose parents weren’t millionaires with disdain. He was forced to get a job so his dad would let him keep his (unlimited) credit card. Something about teaching him a lesson. Zishu didn’t think it was working.

Before Zishu even managed to set his bag down in the back room and clock in, Heilan had already gathered his stuff and left. “Tsk, tsk, youths these days,” Zishu shook his head mockingly.

It was already close to five o’clock. There might be a bit of a rush as the office workers and students stop by for a quick pick-me-up after a long day. Zishu put on a new apron around his waist, washed his hands, and headed out to the front counter to take stock of the status of the store. Heilan was notorious for not caring to refill any supplies at the end of his shifts.

The cup racks were almost empty. There were random mixing utensils, cups, and blenders left unwashed, littering around the equipment. Sighing, Zishu rolled up his sleeves to get to work cleaning the mess Heilan left behind.

Just as Zishu put the last bit of clean dishes away, the door’s bell rang, signaling the entrance of the first customers since he clocked in. Turning around, drying his hands on his apron, Zishu greeted, “Welcome to Four Seasons Cafe!” And promptly stopped dead in his tracks when he finally processed what he was looking at.

The person standing in front of Zishu had to be the most stunning man he’d ever seen. His eyes sparkled with mirth, his lips quirked up in a perpetual smirk, and his jawline was as sharp as knives. And his hair! It was a beautiful silver starlight waves cascading down his shoulders. And his beautiful pastel green suit! Ahh! Realizing he was staring, Zishu awkwardly cleared his throat and asked, “What can I get for ya?”

The beautiful man kept looking at Zishu. He definitely noticed the blush that was blooming on Zishu’s cheeks. “I assume you know what’s on the menu?” Zishu was taken a bit off guard by the strange question, but before he could answer, the man continued, “Me ‘n’ u.”

For all the years he’d worked at various restaurants and coffee shops, Zishu had yet to encounter someone so... alluring (?) and shameless (!). “I’m afraid that’s not on our blackboard,” he replied after a short moment spent recovering his wits, and pointed at the said blackboard nailed on the wall behind him.

Undeterred, the stranger smiled and continued, “Oh? Well, that’s a shame - because if I were the alphabet, I would put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together when I write your menu.”

Zishu had to give him points for those cheesy lines only made funnier and cheesier with his dead-ass serious delivery. “If we ever decide to rewrite our boards, I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Zishu said, biting his lips to keep himself from smiling at the ridiculousness of the conversation.

“Hmm, hmm, good, that is reassuring to hear,” the stranger nodded thoughtfully.

“So! Is there anything on our board that I could get for ya?” Zishu asked, clapping his hands together and putting on a chirpy tone. If this guy was flirting with him, he might leave a hefty tip!

“Uhmm,” he paused, pursuing the menu with great care. “I would love to try the ‘you mocha me crazy’ with an extra espresso shot, please.”

Grabbing a cup and marker, Zishu fought against the urge to dig a hole to hide in before asking, “Alrighty! What’s your name?” Internally, he was cursing A-Ying for coming up with the outrageous and horrific punny names for their specials.

“Kexing, Wen Kexing.”

“Great! It’ll be right out!” Zishu said, scribbling the name down on the side of the cup and promptly turned around, about to get started making the drink.

“Uhm, excuse me?” Kexing, the beautiful stranger said, sounding full of suppressed laughter. “Should I pay now?”

“OH!” Zishu immediately turned back around, “Yes, right. Sorry about that!” He quickly ran up the total, accepted the money from the smiling stranger, and repeated, “Great! It’ll be right out!”

There had to be a hole large enough for him to hide in. He could not endure this embarrassment any longer.

“There’s no need to rush!” Kexing, the infuriating stranger said.

“I don’t want to...uhm... delay you...” Zishu said lamely.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

Zishu could feel his cheeks flaming up. He turned all his attention and focused on making the mocha, which he could do in his sleep, to avoid looking at the (shameless!) man. With a flick of his wrist, he drizzled the raspberry syrup around the cup, letting it drip down to make a fancy pattern before pouring in the chocolate syrup, milk, and topping it off with the espresso shots.

Giving the cup a slight shake, Zishu grabbed a bamboo straw and handed both to the (shameless!) man, who hadn’t moved an inch from his spot by the front counter. “Here you go!”

“Thank you,” he said, reaching out with both hands to grab the cup and incidentally caught Zishu’s hand as well. (Zishu was sure it was a deliberate move, considering how shameless the man was.) “I’ve told you my name, but I still don’t know yours,” he said, continuing to hold onto the cup (and Zishu’s hand).

“Oh, uhm,” Zishu wiggled his hand, successfully dislodging it. Before he could think of a fake name to give out, the cafe’s door swung open and A-Ying stepped in.

“A-Xu!” A-Ying greeted, seemingly not noticing the tension between his best friend and the customer. “I’m here!!!!!!!”

Seeing A-Ying all bandaged up standing in the cafe was enough to jerk Zishu out of the staring contest he had unwittingly been engaged in with the stranger. “What are you doing here?!”

“Hi!” A-Ying greeted the stranger, thinking he was just a normal customer. “Sorry - I wanted to come in to help you close! It’s too much work for one person.”

“But you have a concussion! You need to go rest!” Zishu grabbed A-Ying by the shoulders, turned him around and about to march him right the fuck back home.

“No, I’m fine! Just a tiny headache and a scratched forehead,” A-Ying protested.

“But---!”

“Besides, I’ve been taking so many days off recently. I need to make up for that.”

“A-Ying, you’re going to clock in and you’re going to sit in the back, resting,” Zishu declared. “Or else I’d knock you out for real.”

A-Ying raised his hands placatingly, “Ok, ok, ok!”

With A-Ying retreating to the back, Zishu let out a sigh. This kid, always trying to be helpful to others but didn’t know how to take care of himself.

“A-Xu?” It was the stranger who called out to Zishu, “Xu is a beautiful name.”

“I--uhm, thanks. It’s a nickname,” Zishu corrected.

“Oh? Then would it be ok if I call you by A-Xu?” Wen Kexing asked.

“Sure,” Zishu shrugged. He figured the man might not come back anyway.

“It was really nice to meet you, A-Xu!” He said cheerfully before leaving (finally!).

“Who was that?” A-Ying emerged from the back, tying an apron on and looking at the retreating Wen Kexing curiously.

“No one, just a customer,” Zishu might have said that a tad too quickly. Also, he was sure his cheeks were still dusting pink from all the flirting.

“Ooooohhhhh, I’m sensing something else is going on!!!” A-Ying teased. He could read his best friend as easily as an open book. “That guy is so cute! Good for you, A-Xu!”

“If you aren’t already hurt, I will kick you so hard right now,” Zishu threatened without much bite.

“Yea, yea, sureeee.”

The glare Zishu directed at A-Ying was sharp enough to cut steel. “Why did you come out here? Huh? What did I tell you?”

“A-Xu, A-Xu!! I’m just going to sit here and do nothing! Ok!” A-Ying said, waving his hands wildly at the chair propped against the back counter.

Just as Zishu was about to scold A-Ying, the door swung open, and a group of students piled in, talking loudly among themselves. Turning around to A-Ying, Zishu pointed a stern finger and said, “You will not move an inch from that chair. Got it?”

“Got it, boss!” A-Ying said, smiling widely, already thinking of how he was going to stealthily make the drinks anyway.

#word of honor #word of honor fanfic #zhou zishu #wen kexing #cheesy pick up lines #my writings #i just got to the mountain and i am here to stay #wenzhou #wenzhou fanfic

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wosoimagines · 4 years

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But You’re Both Babies - Jessie Fleming/Reader

I definitely turned this into a baby R imagine as well. And I’m writing with different team moms this time. For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that they let 21 people on the CONCACAF roster.

prompt: Can you please write about overprotective Jessie? P.S. I looooveee your writing!!

warnings: Cursing

words: 1851

Y/N POV

I sighed as we stood in the tunnel waiting to go out on the field. I was getting to start in the final today. I smiled when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist. I wrapped my own arms around Ali’s shoulders.

“You know I’m gonna be proud of you no matter what today, right?” Ali asked. I nodded against her shoulder.

We were playing against Canada today. It also meant that we were playing against my girlfriend. I love Jessie, but we hadn’t exactly told any of our national teammates yet. We both had initially met at the 2015 World Cup before we both ended up going to UCLA. I was still the youngest player on the team and I knew that most of Jessie’s teammates still saw her as the baby of the team even though she wasn’t anymore.

I was just hoping that today would not bring any injuries to any of us. It was so close to the Olympics and I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt today because I knew how rough USA vs Canada games got. I had been the unlucky person two years ago when I suffered a broken arm thanks to a late tackle that caused me to land awkwardly.

Ali let go of me and turned back around. I smiled at the familiar number on her back. I had gotten used to seeing her number in front of me if Ali got to start since I wore 12. It wasn’t much longer until we got to go out onto the field. It felt like an even shorter time before the game started.

By half time, I knew that this game could end with an injury. There had already been dangerous tackles from both sides. We had been prevailing with a 2-0 score already. It had sucked when Alyssa collided with Janine Beckie and had to leave the field, so Ash was sent in.

Half time ended quickly though and we got set back up on the field. I had this bad feeling that I couldn’t shake. It didn’t take me long to figure out why.

It was in the 47th minute of the game when I passed the ball to Julie once I noticed Keisha Buchanan running toward me. I expected her to stop, but she didn’t and slid, however. Right into my ankle. I cried out in pain as I hit the ground.

I held onto my ankle as I drew my knee to my chest. It felt even worse than when I had broken my hand. I couldn’t hold the tears back from my eyes. I was surprised though when I heard a familiar voice.

“Are you serious, Buchanan?” Jessie's voice snapped. I lifted my head enough to see Jessie in Buchanan’s face. It surprised me to see Jessie shove her own teammate. “That was an asshole move and you know it.”

“Jess,” I called out. The Canadian turned to look at me before leaving Buchanan alone. She knelt down by me.

“Are you okay?” Jessie asked me.

“It hurts,” I shook my head. I felt Jessie put her hand on my arm.

I was surprised when someone shoved Jessie away from me. I wasn’t actually too surprised to see that it was Ash. Ash even continued after Buchanan, but I wasn’t sure why she was going after Jessie. Ali knelt by me.

“You good?” Ali asked. I shook my head. “What hurts?” I couldn’t focus on that when Ash was going after Jessie like she was. “Don’t worry about that. Ash will take care of them.”

“But Jess-”

“Ash will take care of it, (Y/N),” Ali said. I looked at Jessie and she wasn’t even paying that much attention to Ash. I was surprised when Jessie quickly darted around Ash. “What are you doing?”

Jessie ignored Ali as she knelt down by me again. Ash was quick to try and push Jessie away again, but Jessie pushed back against her. Jessie stood up so she was staring Ash in the eyes.

“Back off,” Jessie hissed. I groaned causing all of them to look at me. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”

“Why? Cause you played together at school?” Ash asked. I couldn’t believe that they were doing this right now or that the medics were taking so long.

“No, cause we’re dating,” Jessie snapped. Both Ash and Ali froze before Jessie knelt down by me again. “Let’s get you on your back.”

Jessie helped me roll onto my back before the medics finally got to me. Jessie stayed with me as long as she could before Sinc dragged her away. The medics struggled to get my shoe off and I knew that my ankle was more than likely broken. I was taken to the back to get an x-ray before they confirmed that my ankle was broken.

It also didn’t take long for them to put a splint on my ankle. I was left alone for quite some time as the rest of the game played out. I knew that it would then be even longer afterward until someone came back to see me since this was a tournament.

I had a feeling that the first person I would see would be in a red jersey, but I hadn’t expected it to be more than one. Desiree Scott was the first Canada over to me before a lot of the veterans circled me. I froze as they all started talking at once. I easily caught the general drift of their conversations being about Jessie and that I could never hurt her.

“Hey,” Sinc yelled out. It wasn’t until she whistled that the others got quiet. Since turned to look at me. “If you hurt Jeff, we hurt you. And we can. Got it?”

I gulped but nodded my head. Although I looked up to Sinc and Tobin had assured me that she was actually really nice, she still scared me some. No doubt thanks to stories from Sonnett.

“Good,” Sinc said. She turned to her teammates. “Come on. None of you want Jeffery to find us here.”

The Canadians were quick to get out of the training room. I didn’t want too long before a different red shirt came in. This one had a jacket on.

“The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are coming,” I teased. Jessie gave me a shove when she got close enough to me.

“Wrong country,” Jessie pointed out. I knew that it had been, but I wanted to tease her anyways. “You know, your teammates can be scary.”

“You have no room to talk,” I scoffed. Jessie just looked confused. “All of the vets on your team are scary. Sinc is the worst. She is the scariest.”

“Christine Sinclair?” Jessie asked causing me to nod. “She’s like one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.”

“No,” I shook my head in denial. There was no way. “Maybe she’ll be nice to me once we get married, but no. She is not nice to me right now. She is overprotective and she is going to kill me if I ever hurt you.”

“She won’t kill you,” Jessie rolled her eyes. I wasn’t too sure about that. “Ashlyn and Ali both threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you. Kelley said that Alex and herself would as well. Then Christen told me that she would kill me too. But Alyssa is the one who really scared me.”

“Sounds about right,” I nodded my head. I knew how my teammates were. “Alyssa and Christen would probably be the ones to kill you. Everyone else would just show up for the Jessie Fleming death party that Ash would host.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” Jessie groaned. I smiled at her. I had missed seeing her since we hadn’t gotten to see each other once I had flown out to Houston. “What are you thinking about?”

“How much I’ve missed you,” I softly said. Jessie smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but it wasn’t long before she pulled back. “I’m not used to sleeping in a room with someone other than you.”

“I know how you feel,” Jessie said. I had gotten used to sharing a room with Jessie, so it had been weird to room with someone during the camps I had recently gone to and even at the tournament, it felt weird. “We’re screwed if we end up playing for different clubs. What did they say about your leg?”

“It’s my ankle,” I told her. I had been lucky that I had avoided any ankle injuries so far. “They think that I might need surgery on it. If I do, then the Olympics are very unlikely for me.”

“Hey, you can’t think about it that way,” Jessie softly shoved my shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine. If you’re not then I’m gonna kill Keisha myself. Besides, I’ll be there to help you get back. You’re one of the best up and coming forwards in the game. You’ve already won two World Cups and you’re only 21. You may only have a little time to come back, but you can do it because you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Thank you,” I smiled at her before I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled Jessie closer to me so I could kiss her.

I smiled into our kiss because it felt right. However, we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Jessie pulled back and we both looked to the door. I hid my face in Jessie’s neck when I saw my own teammates.

“I’ll call you later tonight,” Jessie whispered as she kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded against her neck before watching her leave past my teammates. At least until I found great interest in my splint. I could feel my teammates getting closer to me. Someone put a hand on my shoulder causing me to look at them.

“What’d they say about your ankle?” Ali asked. I appreciated the fact that she hadn’t asked me about Jessie right off.

“It’s definitely broke,” I sighed. I had been told to go see an orthopedic doctor as soon as I could. “They’re not sure if I need surgery or not just yet. I’ve got to go see a doctor.”

“So, Baby America is dating Baby Canada,” Ash teased. Ali slapped her wife.

“Jessie isn’t the youngest on the Canadian team anymore,” I pointed out.

“But you’re both babies,” Ash teased.

“Ash,” Ali hissed. I knew that Ali would be a lot more calm about it than Ash would. “Just know that if she ever hurts you, we’ll hurt her.”

“So, how did you two get together?” Ash asked. I sighed because I didn’t really want to tell Ash. “Wait, aren’t you two roommates at school?”

My eyes widened when I realized that I had told them that I was rooming with Jessie. I couldn’t help the blush that covered my cheeks as Ash teased me.

#jessie fleming imagine #jessie fleming imagines #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #USWNT

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wrestlingisfake · 3 years

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All Out preview

Here we go with AEW's annual Labor Day weekend show in Hoffman Estates, just like the original All In show three years ago. I have been going to wrestling shows for days, and it all comes down to this!

The show starts at 8pm EDT, streaming on Bleacher Report (in the US and Canada) and Fite.tv for $49.99. A free pre-show will be available at 7pm EDT.

CM Punk vs. Darby Allin - This is CM Punk's first pro wrestling match since January 26, 2014, when he spent 49 minutes in the Royal Rumble working with a staph infection and a possible concussion. The following night he walked out of WWE, leading to seven and a half years of debate about what is next move would/should be. Two weeks ago he debuted with AEW and declared that he wanted to help the younger talent, starting with a match against Allin. Allin, for his part, took some exception to being the first opponent, as if he's just a stepping stone to bigger matches.

The big issue here is seeing how well Punk, 42, has held up after seven years away. I've seen reports that he's looking good in training, but you just don't know until the bell rings. Regardless, I expect the hometown crowd to be very forgiving to Punk, and Allin is good enough to carry the match if he really has to.

I feel like I ought to have more to say about this, but it also feels like everything's been said. I can't believe Punk would lose his first match in. But I can believe that if Punk insisted on doing the job, AEW would let him do that. It'd be unusual for the returning guy to come up short, but New Japan does that sometimes and it can work as a longer build to the first win. Still, it is Chicago (sort of), so my gut says Punk wins to let us feel special.

Kenny Omega vs. Christian Cage - Omega is defending the AEW men's world title. For months, Omega held four different belts, representing championships in AEW, AAA, and Impact Wrestling. But on August 13 Christian defeated Omega for the Impact/TNA world title (and later retired the TNA belt), leaving Kenny more vulnerable than ever. The AAA and Impact titles aren't at stake in this match, so no matter who what happens the winner will be a double champion.

Cage is a great wrestler, but not a great challenger for this match. For months the storytelling pointed towards Hangman Page in this spot, but Page was abruptly written off television so he could take paternity leave. I don't think anybody resents Christian for filling in, but nobody really expects the 47-year-old, recently returned from a seven-year retirement, to win the big one. It's also a rematch of something we already saw a few weeks ago, which isn't a big deal but it's a bit of a talking point when everyone is always dogging WWE for excessive rematches.

The big go-home angle on September 1 was that Omega, the Young Bucks, and their buddies destroyed Christian, the Lucha Bros., and their buddies. After the show went off the air Tony Khan promised that this kind of bullshit interference wouldn't happen in the Bucks-Lucha Bros. cage match. Well, okay, but this match doesn't have a steel cage, so I have a feeling there will be plenty of bullshit interference. And I'm willing to bet that interference gives Omega the win while somewhat protecting Christian.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Penta El 0M & Rey Fenix - The Young Bucks (Matt and Nick) are defending the AEW tag team title. The Lucha Bros. won a four-team tournament to earn this shot. The Bucks have relied on a lot of outside interference from their entourage lately, so to counter that this match will be held inside a steel cage. In AEW, the only way to win a cage match is by pinfall or submission.

I was at All Out 2019 when these teams last met in a crazy ladder match (which feels like a million years ago). Everyone raved about it, and also worried that the Bucks damn near killed themselves. Personally I had a really shitty view of the ring, which made it hard to follow the match. This time I've got a much better view, so I'm looking forward to some good karma.

In theory the Bucks have sworn off doing the dangerous shit from the ladder match, but technically this is a cage match so maybe they'll just do different dangerous shit. Personally I'm more intrigued by seeing them change their game to fit in the confines of the cage, which doesn't lend itself to springboard flips off the ropes. But the cage has places to stand at the top, which will encourage the idea of setting up crazy highspots.

I feel like a title change is possible, but I could just as easily see the Bucks hold the belts for another six months. Santana and Ortiz seem to be next in line for a shot, and honestly I think that would work with either of these teams. But I guess I'll lean towards the Bucks retaining.

Chris Jericho vs. MJF - MJF defeated Jericho on November 7, 2020, to earn entry into Jericho's stable, the Inner Circle. MJF inevitably betrayed Jericho and formed his own stable, the Pinnacle, which beat the Inner Circle on May 5, 2021. Jericho was so determined to get revenge that he accepted MJF's terms to perform five "labors" to earn a rematch, but MJF beat Jericho once again on August 18, 2021. So now MJF is 3-0 against Jericho. (For some reason we're counting the ten-man match on May 5 but not the other one on May 30, which Jericho's team won, but whatever.) To get this final rematch, Jericho has put his career on the line.

Suddenly everything else in this storyline has taken a back seat to the idea that this may really be the end of Chris Jericho's 30-year in-ring career. There are plenty of fans who think Jericho, 50, should hang it up, but now that it might actually happen I think people aren't so sure they're ready for it all to end. The timing for Jericho to tease this is perfect, because he could easily just win and go another couple of years, or he could easily just finish today.

Part of what makes this work so well is MJF. I think everyone recognizes that MJF is going to be a top name in the 2020s, and that Jericho wants to make this guy. So it's like, if Jericho can get retired by anyone he wants, why wouldn't he pick MJF? I think the match will feel a little flat if Jericho comes up short yet again, but if it's the end of his career it suddenly doesn't matter if he's lost too many times, y'know?

Still, something tells me this isn't the end. Something tells me Jericho has more he wants to do. And something tells me, in a few years, we may be wondering if it would have been better if he retired on this show.

Britt Baker vs. Kris Statlander - Baker is defending the AEW women's world title. I expect to like this match but there's not really much to it. Baker was feuding with Red Velvet a while back and then Statlander made the save for Velvet. Baker and her crony Rebel have brought in Jamie Hayter to stack the deck against Statlander and Velvet. I think it's way too soon for Baker to drop the title, and I don't expect Kris to be the one to take it from her. So this is kind of a formality to kill time until Baker vs. Thunder Rosa down the road.

Miro vs. Eddie Kingston - Miro's AEW TNT championship is on the line. Somehow in the past year Miro has gone from Kip Sabian's gamer buddy to a monster heel who thinks God has anointed him to beat the shit out of people. Kingston has gone from a gutless heel to the most beloved guy in AEW. Wrestling is great.

Anyway, I love both of these guys, but I can't just bet that all the wrestlers have a good time. If Eddie's going to win a championship, it really ought to be in New York. I realize Chicago is AEW's favorite and we get all the good shit, but I've had my CM Punk ice cream and I'm maaaaaybeee going to get the Bryan Danielson debut too, so I'm willing to let New York have this one thing. Just this one time.

Jon Moxley vs. Satoshi Kojima - Moxley is the new GCW world champion following a surprise appearance at last night's GCW show; I assume that does not turn this into a title match. Moxley told top contender Nick Gage "you know where to find me," and it's anyone's guess if Gage will show up here to accept that invitation.

Mox is a busy boy making friends everywhere he goes. For a few weeks he was angling for a match with a top New Japan Pro Wrestling star on this show. The leading candidate was Hiroshi Tanahashi, but several other interesting names were discussed by fans and pundits alike. After that buzz, Kojima is a bit of a letdown.

Don't get me wrong, it's cool to get a guy who's held the IWGP heavyweight title, the All Japan Triple Crown, and the NWA world title. Kojima's a legend. But at this stage of his career, he's the guy New Japan sends when the real stars aren't available. Besides which, my cup runneth over when it comes to 50-year-old guys showing up to prove they can wrestle like they're 40. And I don't think anybody really believes Kojima can beat Moxley.

Ideally, this match should end with a video message from a bigger New Japan name calling out Moxley. I'm not confident that will happen. Then again, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if Moxley showed up in NXT UK to pick a fight with WALTER.

Paul Wight vs. QT Marshall - Formerly the Giant in WCW and the Big Show in WWE, Wight debuted with AEW earlier this year as a color commentator. QT and his goons were picking on Wight's broadcast partner Tony Schiavone when Wight intervened, setting up this match.

I was actually kind of into the idea of this until Marshall showed photos of Wight's recent hip surgery. Up to that point, they'd managed to keep me from noticing if Wight could move okay, and I was willing to accept he could do a basic squash match without a problem. But now I just assume he's broken down and he'll need a lot of smoke and mirrors to do even a simple match. Maybe that's the plan, to get me to lower my expectations and be pleasantly surprised. I sure hope it works out.

I'm about 95% sure Wight clobbers QT and just wins handily. There's a chance QT's squad pulls enough shenanigans to get a bullshit win, but I'm not sure what the point would be.

21-woman Casino Battle Royale - This is AEW's funky concept for a gauntlet battle royale. Five women start the match, and then every five minutes another wave of five enters; the 21st entrant gets to come out alone. Eliminations can occur at any time, by exiting the ring over the top rope to the floor. The last woman left after the others have been eliminated is declared the winner, and receives a future title match against the AEW women's champion.

AEW has announced 20 participants: Abadon, Anna Jay, Big Swole, Diamante, Emi Sakura, Hikaru Shida, Jade Cargill, Jamie Hayter, Kiera Hogan, KiLynn King, Leyla Hirsch, Nyla Rose, Penelope Ford, Rebel, Red Velvet, Riho, Skye Blue (a late substitution for Julia Hart), Tay Conti, The Bunny, Thunder Rosa.

The 21st spot has been left open for a surprise. Ruby Soho (formerly Ruby Riott in WWE) is widely expected to join AEW, and this would be a sensible spot for that to happen. But there are other women who could potentially debut here as a swerve.

I always want to pick the surprise entrant to win these things, but they really haven't done all that well in AEW battle royales. I could see them giving the win to, say, Big Swole, and just having Britt Baker beat her a few weeks later on Dynamite. Or Thunder Rosa could win to set up a major program for the next pay-per-view. They have a lot of options, which makes it hard to predict but fun to watch.

Orange Cassidy & Chuck Taylor & Wheeler YUTA & Luchasaurus & Jungle Boy vs. Matt Hardy & Marq Quen & Isiah Kassidy & Jack Evans & Angelico - This is booked for the pre-show. Hardy's heel group has been feuding with most of the midcard babyfaces for months. I don't expect this match will blow off the feud, but it'd be nice if it did so we could move on to something else. Orange's team should probably win.

#aew #all out #cm punk #darby allin #kenny omega #christian cage #the young bucks #lucha bros #cannot *believe* i managed to get this done

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