#but the number of people who have said they won’t be fans anymore because he’s dating nene
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Bloodied Love
Yandere Homelander x supe reader pt.1
Summary: He never expected to have a soulmate. His mark was never there, so what happens once it appears where you touched him? A girl like you, not even human. You fed off of his kind, but that dosn’t deter him from the horrors he has planned. You deprived him of your love, and now he won’t let go of you…even if he has to kill you.
Warnings: This is a Yandere fic so there will be blood, gore, ect. There will be nsfw themes and scenes in here as well as drugging and other things. Reader is not a human but she’s a water and air spirit called a Nokken. Reader has a hatred for humans
A mysterious dark figure has yet again saved the city once more. Could this be a new hero on the rise? Stay tuned for more-“
A [skin color] hand pressed the big red button on the dainty remote. Though her strength was controlled she almost crushed it. “Looks like someone’s getting famous.” Y/n looked away from the black screen and towards her friend. Her milky white eyes began shifting back into their natural [eye color] shade. “I guess.” Y/n mumbled. Her sharp claws slowly retracting. Almost like bear claws. “Dosn’t really matter when we have hero’s killing innocent civilians.” Y/n stated, standing up she towered over her friend, “You know Ivan…I’m not even sure if this hero thing is what I want.”
The shorter male who at the time was drinking a glass of wine had choked on the bitter substance. His black soulmate mark seemed to jump as he shifted quickly. The dark red liquid running down his chin as he scrambled to wipe it away. “What?! How come?” Ivan asked, his honey brown eyes widened. “It’s not because of that accident right?! Because if that’s it you should know that it’s not knew-“
“Thats the problem…I-“ Y/n paused as her radio began to go off. Signaling an attack. Ivan tilted his head towards the door as he looked down at y/n’s outfit. “You’re still in your suit. Best get going.” He said in a fatherly tone. Y/n smile but scoffed in order to cover it up. She walked out the front door. Her body taking her towards the site immediately.
She could still feel his blood on her. The blood of her comrades she worked with, the blood of Ivan. The gaze of his blood still lingered in his mouth. There was nothing left, only his half eaten head that lie in the ground. A horrified expression laid on his dead face. She didn’t feel that urge anymore. That burning sensation that told her to eat, eat, eat.
She knew she didn’t want to. He gave her no choice!! He was out for her blood! He was out for her abilities! She was just big game to him. A long cat and mouse game that she was oblivious to playing. A bounty on her head! He only wanted the money, he was like all the other rotten humans in this world! All the dirty, disgusting, vermin-
A single drop was able to knock her from her thoughts. And then the camera flashing began as she stood at the foot of the plane. American press were taking pictures of her. Fans screamed her name, but y/n’s smile had not reached her eyes. For she held no pleasure in standing before these people. Her mother country, Brazil had sent their number one hero to help America. A oncoming agreement came from the two countries and a treaty was made. America gives them resources and money and they gave up…..her. But that did not mean she would abandon her past. Even if she were to live here for a few years before going back home.
“[Hero Name]! How does it feel to be on American soil?!” One of the interviewers asked, shoving their mics in her face. They don’t really care, they wanted the money. They all only wanted money.
Y/n’s eyes trailed down to meet the woman’s eyes. A flash of nervousness appeared within her irises. Her green eyes meeting y/n’s milky white ones. Y/n tilted her head to the side, examining if she even wanted to speak with the woman. “It feels just like home.” Y/n finally spoke up, flashing a polite smile towards the smaller woman. She stood at a tall height of 5’8, her form taller than most women she knew, and yet smaller than most men.
“[hero name]! Can you describe your powers of being a Nokken?!” Another reporter questioned. Y/n’s hand twitched but no one batted an eye. They probably didn’t even notice. “A magician never reveals her tricks.” Y/n said in a happy tone. That same eye catching smile was forever carved in her face. And yet again her eyes did not match. But of course no human cared. Humans were easily deceived, they were easily eaten-
‘Dont think like that.’ Y/n thought to herself. And almost immediately the attention was finally directed off of her. “It’s homelander!” A random person states the obvious. Y/n attempted to slink away but a strong arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Thank you for the love! But I wanted to welcome in the new hero everyone’s been raving about!” The blue eyed man exclaimed. Y/n made no attempt to look up at him, for she knew that if she did she might as well be provoked to hit him. And she doubted that would do anything. “Smile.” Homelander whispered but the muscles in y/n’s face remained locked in. A neutral expression on her face as she made eye contact with reporters. She wouldn’t be a fraud like the man above her was.
“Thank you for the warm welcome but I best be going homelander. Maybe we’ll cross paths again.” Y/n says loud enough for the reporters to hear as y/n smiles and begins to be escorted out of the airport.
The cool air hit her. Rain drops fell from the sky, turning her once [skin color] skin into a sickly grey. Her hair turning into an inky black color. She was not only a water based supe but an air one as well. The combination brought on many fans and onlookers that wished to be her. Or dispise her.
“You left in a hurry.” That same familiar voice echoed throughout the empty streets. People were off the roads due to the storm. Y/n looked over her shoulder, this time her milky white eyes meeting his bright blue ones. “Was I supposed to linger?” Y/n questioned, turning her body towards him. She stood tall, her form didn’t look weak.
“Not necessarily, just….unusual.” He replied. “Usually supes stick around to talk to the number one hero in the world.”
“In America.” Y/n replied, slightly cutting him off.
“Pardon?” He questioned. The smile on his face was fake. It didn’t reach his eyes, it looked like a mask. A horrible one at that.
“You are the number one hero in America. Who’s to say the world when you haven’t even stepped out of it before?” Y/n questioned. Homelander gave y/n an annoyed look. “Anyway Mr retriever, I best get going.”
”Mr retriever?” Homelands questioned, he took off one of his gloves in order to get the water out of it.
“You look like one.” Y/n spoke as she patted his arm whilst walking past him. Homelandee furrowed his eyebrows. Who does this girl think she is? He’s number one-
The blonde haired male could feel a burning sensation on his forearm. He glanced down, not thinking it’d be anything only for his eyes go linger the name, y/n l/n was imbedded into his arm. His eyebrows furrowed, whose name was this? As realization began to sink in that this was his soulmates name…where ever she was he’d find her.
#x reader#fem reader#yandere#yandere x reader#homelander x reader#homelander x y/n#homelander x fem!reader#Yandere homelander x fem reader#Yandere homelander#Yandere x fem reader#the boys tv#the boys x reader#yandere the boys x reader
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If your support of an actor depends on whether or not they are dating, you are not a fan. You’re just someone who is way too into the imaginary fantasies you created in your mind about them and a co-worker they once had.
#I’m not even a fan of bright#but the number of people who have said they won’t be fans anymore because he’s dating nene#it’s sickened me#like I am enraged that he’s being treated like this#why the fuck does he have to apologise for dating?!#all because some people liked a rather mid show he made years ago with win?#(no offence to the 2gether fans)#but come on!#they haven’t played a couple in YEARS#and they weren’t even that good at it XD#but these CHILDREN#they’re being so fucking nasty to him and nene#and I am so mad#bright vachirawit
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idk how tim is keeping her around… like its so clear the fandom hates her and wants her gone- just read the comments on the stills. i understand that her contract probably requires her to be in a certain number of episodes, but tim has really fucked with her storyline this season and made her a bigger character than she ever needed to be and i genuinely don’t understand his choice to do so… if it were to somehow play into eddie’s sexuality, there are a myriad of other ways that could be introduced without givinf a transphobe screentime and along with some of tim’s other choices this season really makes me doubt if he knows what he’s doing at times…. i was so excited for him to come back as showrunner because i thought yk maybe they would stop dragging their feet on buddie but every day it feels more and more like baiting and that we’re simultaneously closer yet further away than we’ve ever been and it’s making me not trust time anymore. and with the jlh live making the joke about buddie not happening it’s making it so hard to remain optimistic… like i will forever be a buddie shipper first and foremost, but i also know how network tv shows use shit like this to their advantage when it comes to baiting and pulling in audiences to watch- it’s been done over and over and over and as much as i want to believe tim wouldn’t do that to us, it’s getting harder and harder to trust him every day. i’ve never considered folding in a series i’ve so vehemently loved before but this season has really messed with my head and i don’t know if i can continue putting myself through the torture if there won’t be any payoff.
Hi anon! Totally meant to reply to this before the episode so obviously my answer is a bit different (but not overtly so)
This episode confirmed Marisol is on her way out so small victories of the transphobe getting kicked to the curb
Totally understand where you’re coming from with being disheartened and like obviously look out for yourself first and foremost but if you’re looking for reassurance I think that like
1. Jlh will only have limited knowledge like Devon was saying even her, edy and Ryan were trying to get info from eachother on who’s staying and stuff and also jlh did clarify it’s a joke and also if buddie were going to have some confirmation this season they would be telling all the actors to keep it hush hush and throw people off guessing it
2. It’s true tv networks do like using that stuff to promote shows but also abc very much seems to recognise that fans make or break a show that’s why you see a lot of shows on it like greys or the rookie do tend to keep an eye on fan reactions and respond accordingly and by that logic if the tv network is aware enough of the fact they can promote a show by even hinting at buddie undertones then they know that full canon would do favours for their ratings, and Tim did say one of the main obstacles to bi buck canon was the network back when they were on fox
3. Things are constantly in progress and we still have s8 so there is never cause to be like there is no hope, like if they didn’t want buddie canon on the table they would have said so but they constantly establish that it’s on the table and if the story progresses that way then they’d all be on board
I gotta pulls a Serena and say I gotta go but thanks anon for the ask and hope it’s somehow reassuring
Remember bestie delulu is the solulu🥰❤️🫶🤡🤩✨
(yes I had to make a joke somewhere cos I’m extremely awkward)
#911#buddie#evan buckley#911 abc#eddie diaz#911 fox#evan buck buckley#911onfox#buckley diaz family#asks open#send asks#send me asks#answered asks#asks
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Helloooo, i have a genuine question about Charles going to redbull (let me just quickly say that i am not in any way hating on anyone, they're all very talented, so if it seems like i'm shitting on someone, i promise i'm not, it's 2am where i am, i'm very tired and i really just wanna know, and please corrcet me if i'm wrong when stating facts)
Yes, Max and Charles have the same driving style, and have all the lore from their karting days
But what I want to know is, in what world would redbull let Charles (consistently) beat Max? Max has been/ is redbulls golden child, he's been with them since 2016, and he's been very succesful with them, and maybe what i'm saying is wrong but i'll say it anyway: i do kind of believe the team is built around Max? (let's remember how many people were the other driver at rb with Seb and after he left now with Max, like he's the constant and obviously building a team is complicated and idk what goes into it but you can steer it into a certain direction)
And if Charles were to join rb, would he be content with playing second driver to Max Verstappen (who is a 3x wc, like we get angry when Charles has to be 2nd driver to Sainz (who has won like 2 grand prix's) on the occasion (happens too often))
( with this i want to mention the mercedes situation with Rosberg, schuhmacher and Hamilton, where after Michael had left, technically Nico should have been a priority (bcs he'd been there longer), but because Lewis already was a WC, Nico had to be 2nd driver again and brocedes happened) (not that the whole situation is even comparable to brocedes imo, lestappen doesn't even compare)
I truly think redbull are using the whole lestappen thing as a marketing strategy (let's all remember what it's build on) and to create a better image around Max, since they can't really use Daniel anymore because a) he's in the AT seat and b) we saw the uproar from Checo's fans who (rightly, imo) got mad at the whole situation during COTA
This turned out to be way longer than i thought
Hope you have a nice day/evening
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Hello and happy (early) thanksgiving if you’re celebrating !!
I think everything you said is very true actually. I know Red Bull likes to say they aren’t built around Max, but they definitely are. And he’s definitely their golden boy. There’s no getting around that, as much as I think the Red Bull team genuinely likes Charles and would support him.
The reasons why I think that can work regardless:
A) Like you said, Ferrari treats him like a 2nd driver to Carlos half the time — which is just insulting, seeing how Charles should be their prioritized driver and Carlos is most certainly not the caliber of driver Max is. I don’t think he would want to be a true “number two” to Max nor do I think he deserves to be a second. However, if he’s going to get treated that way in Ferrari, I’d rather he get second driver treatment in a competent team where being less prioritized won’t damage him as much precisely because he and Max prefer the same style of car mostly.
B) I think if Red Bull were to sign Charles, they’d be doing it with the intention to try to be the team to do two number one drivers and succeed (unlike Mercedes). Liberty Media was very open and public about wanting Red Bull to have two top drivers for the entertainment value. Plus, it would be just one more thing for Red Bull to completely dominate and do that no one else can, which is very on brand for them. Obviously Max may get a bit more preference initially, but I think they’re smart enough strategically to be able to balance their support if it deserved to be balanced.
C) Mostly, however, I think Red Bull is also thinking ahead to the future. Max has been open about wanting to pursue other categories and other opportunities. Half the time he sounds like he might retire in 2028. So Red Bull needs to be prepared to 1) try to keep Max for longer and 2) have a new number one lined up for when he does leave.
I think Charles is a good candidate in their minds for many reasons, aside from the fact he’s just as talented as Max (arguably). Charles is extremely marketable and likable, without the baggage that Daniel brings (and frankly with more talent than Daniel brings). He gets along well with Max and they’ve been able to be friendly about their (f1) battles, both like to drive aggressively against eachother and therefore are more forgiving with eachother, etc. I think if you’re going to try to make Max accept an equal driver it needs to be Charles.* He’s also shown that he can play the team game and he’s historically been angelic about Ferrari in the media, despite how badly they’ve fucked him over. That’s very useful for Red Bull.
(*Lando is potentially a good candidate and Red Bull obviously has tried to get him before. But I don’t think he matches Max and Charles, which means he’d probably just be a good number two and not a true equal. Plus he and Max were always friends, and I think part of why Max and Charles could manage the more tense aspects of being competing teammates is the fact that they decidedly were not friends through karting.
Also, if the rumors that the Hamilton camp reached out to Red Bull are true? And that Red Bull said no because he and Max couldn’t work as teammates? I think that indicates that they know a second top driver would have to work on a personal level, and they think Charles can work. Helmut Marko indicated that Red Bull approached Charles, after all, which means they must have thought it could work.)
Another major thing with Charles that could make him an ideal choice is that he more openly appreciates the… “show” that Liberty Media is trying to bring to f1. Especially with his Vegas commentary, about how he understands why they are trying to bring in new fans, etc. If Max retired earlier or at the end of this contract I think a huge reason will be because he hates all of the show. So lining up a replacement for Max who won’t end up retiring for the same reason is also beneficial to them.
Which actually loops back to that I think Red Bull knows Charles challenging Max and entertaining him / bringing him fun on track again would help keep Max around. I remain convinced that Charles in a good car could keep Max in f1 longer. Red Bull could very much plan on trying to use Charles to coax Max to stay, and if that doesn’t work out then they have Charles still to continue dominating with. It’s a win-win for them.
Now, that’s not to say Red Bull aren’t just using the lestappen angle to boost Max’s likability. That’s very possible and my second top theory behind it. It may even be more realistic, all things considered. But I don’t think Charles considering Red Bull is as far-fetched as some believe, either.
#i am tragically still on my phone so let’s all ignore any erratic typos#very good points anon!!#*oracles#lestappen gate 2023
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Pedri gets a friend
Players: Pedri and Gavi
Words: 700+
Main theme: Bromance
It was winter in Barcelona, Pedri was finally getting better from his long injury after the Olympics. Xavi was now the coach, the team was slowly working on getting back to Tiki-Taka style of play for Barça and Pedri was running at la Ciutat Esportiva with his two physios, almost ready to get back to the group. He looked around, and felt kind of lonely being apart from everyone.
Since the summer Pedri had gotten closer to Eric, spending time during the Euros, in the club, Tokyo Olympics, and sometimes giving Pedri a ride home back when he didn’t have his license. They talked quite a lot during trainings and hung out after training at least once a week but even though they were close, out of everyone in the group, Pedri wasn’t his best friend. Pedri was close to Trincão during his first year, but not outside the club hours though. if anyone was his closest friend during his time in Barcelona, it was his brother, Fernando. Not anyone at the club. There were people in the team who seemed to be closer than most, like Ansu and Eric, Frenkie and Memphis, Nico and Gavi, but Pedri did not have a teammate that he felt a strong connection to, even though Eric had become a good friend.
Just after the Christmas break, while in the dressing room, Pedri overheard Nico complain that he had to drop off Gavi at La Masia, yet again. Nico was going out on a date and Gavi was making him late. “Hey, Gavi! I can drop you off, if you want” Pedri said without thinking about it much. “Vale, sí, I don’t want to hear this gilipollas complain anymore” responded Gavi, making Pedri chuckle. Nico said “Gracias, Pedri, I’m glad you can be the babysitter tonight”. Gavi punched Nico’s left arm.
The tiktokers and fans were waiting outside and they pulled out of Ciutat Esportiva. Pedri stopped to sign some autographs and take pictures. Gavi didn’t particularly like it, all those strangers in his face, but the memory of being a fan was fresh in his mind, so he took the time to lower his window as well and do the same. After a minute they were out of there.
“Joder, I’m still not too used to that” said Gavi, taking his hand to the back of his neck with an awkward smile. “Yes, it took me a while, because it’s not like it was in Las Palmas. It’s intense here” said Pedri. “Yea, Barca B shit is nowhere near that” Gavi replied. And they spent the 15 minutes from Ciutat Esportiva to La Masia talking about their experiences of going from being virtually unknown to a not having a lot of privacy as a Barca player, they surprised each other on how similarly they both viewed the whole thing, the awkwardness they felt but also how they both did not care about the fame game at all. Pedri felt like maybe, he hadn’t thought of Gavi as a potencial mate or friend because of how young he was and how intense he was a training but maybe Gavi could be cool to get to know, he thought as he dropped him off and waved good night.
When Pedri got home to Fernando, he asked Pedri how his day at training went. He explained that he was about to join the group trainings, injury was 99% done with, but he was the most excited to tell him that he spent some time with Gavi today. “Gavi, the 17 year old with the undone shoelaces? You think he’s cool?” Fernando said with an incredulous face. “Yea, he seems very down to earth, and kinda mature for his age….I think” Pedri said while raising his shoulders. “Well, que guay, maybe you won’t be Eric’s bitch anymore” said Fernando as he laughed “Oh, shut up!” screamed Pedri.
Just then his phone lite up and made a noise “@pablogavi sent you a message”, Pedri opened his instagram’s DM.
“Hey Pedri, Thanks for the ride, bro. Here’s my number, I don’t think you have it, +34***********”Maybe another Nico-substitution is not out of the question for another day, por fa?”
“I think I made a new friend” Pedri said to himself with a grin on his face.
#pedri#pedri gonzalez#gavi#pablo gavi#football imagine#football fanfic#football fandom#futbol fan fiction#futbol imagine#futbol fan fic#football fantasy#futbol fantasy#pedri x gavi#bromance#fanfic#pedri imagine#gavi imagine
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being a super famous popstar and writing an album about luke or jack
i wrote this as reader in an interview about a week after dropping the album
“so this album is packed full of love songs… is there a certain someone they’re about?” you smiled, reaching up to play with the necklace you wore.
“yeah, actually. i started writing songs about our relationship around the time that i was finishing up my last album but it was still so new that i decided to leave them for myself for a bit. and they didn’t really fit the vibe of my last album. then i got back in the studio and i was working on this albums and originally, i was taking it in a whole different direction.”
“so what changed your mind? why did you decided to completely flip the switch?”
“to be honest, it seemed like the only thing i could write was love songs. i actually ended up moving in with the person i was writing about and being around him so much was just so inspiring.”
“now, i’ve done my research, and i listened to the whole album since it was released last week. you haven’t confirmed a relationship with anyone specific but you’ve dropped a lot of context clues in your songs.”
“oh yeah, there’s definitely been a lot of speculation about me having a boyfriend lately but if you really listen to the songs it’s so painfully obvious who i’m writing about.”
“can i name some that i noticed?” you nodded, giving her a smile and a motion telling her to go ahead. “so i just did a quick listen but in our song movin’ on, you talk about moving in with your boyfriend and mention that you’re in jersey.” you nod. “in lucky number you say that 43 must be your lucky number.”
“those two alone might be enough to figure it out, honestly.”
“but i picked up a third thing which i really think gives it away. i won’t point it out, because i know some fans love to put the pieces together themselves, but i’ll give a hint. you should definitely be looking in the lyrics of eyes of a devil.” you smiled, giving he interviewer a wink to show that she figured it out.
“that’s definitely some good advice.”
“did you show the songs to this special someone before they were released?”
“i did. at first i was scared to show him just because i had written so many but once i realized that i really wanted to use music tell everyone how i felt about him, i knew i wanted his input on what was included on the album. i let him look at all of my mostly finished products and he helped me pick some that he liked, and i picked a few more that he didn’t say anything about but i could tell he liked. eyes of a devil was definitely one of those considering it is a little bit different from the rest lyric-wise. once i had everything recorded and the track list together, i played it for him and asked if he was okay with me releasing that as my album. he’s a very private person so i wanted to make sure that he was okay with people essentially knowing that we were together.”
“so not only did he hear the album…”
“he had a big say in it. if he would’ve told me not to release it, or that he didn’t want anyone to know about us being together, the album would look a lot different.”
“well let’s hope the next one isn’t full of angsty break up songs,” she joked, and you let out a slight laugh.
“oh yeah. i don’t know that i could handle having a whole album of love songs to sing if i wasn’t with him anymore. but it was definitely a well thought out decision and i feel secure enough in our relationship to say that i don’t think there will be any break up songs written about him.”
“in time of my life you said you’ve been together four years, right?”
“i did. it’s closer to five now, i wrote that actually about a year ago because it wasn’t quite four but that sounded better than three,” you laughed and the interviewer joined in.
“well it’s been such a pleasure talking to you and hopefully we get to meet again sometime in the future!”
“yes, i’ve had such a good time!” the interviewer turned to talk directly to the camera to end the interview.
“make sure you guys go listen to y/n’s new album all my love is yours and let us know who you think she’s writing about!”
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Father's Day
“You sure you don’t want to come, Bits?”
Jack was standing by the door with his golf bag slung over his shoulder.
“It wouldn’t be any problem to add a third,” Bob said, with the confidence of a man who always got what he wanted from service workers, no matter how many twenties he had to slip them.
“No, y’all go and enjoy your game,” Bitty said. “They’re sure to be busy on Father’s Day. I’m sure they’ll pair you with another twosome.”
“No, they won’t,” Jack said. “I paid for a foursome. Avoids the awkwardness of getting paired up with fans.”
“Or worse, people who aren’t fans,” Bob chimed in.
“Of course you did,” Bitty said, shaking his head. “You go on. I’ll have everything ready for the grill when you get back. I gotta call my dad anyway.”
“If you’re sure,” Jack said. “Say hi for me.”
“Will do!” Bitty said, knowing his enthusiasm sounded forced even as he said it.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Bitty took a deep breath in and blew it out. Bob had been in town since Friday, on his own since Alicia had some board commitments, and the level of togetherness had been a bit … much.
Which was weird, because Bitty loved Bob. Jack was usually more likely to be annoyed by Bob’s big personality and the way his gregariousness drew people to him like a magnet.
This time, Jack and Bob had gone running together (with Bitty) and skated together (with Bitty). They’d gone out for meals and visited a history museum (with Bitty). When Jack had to go to a meeting with Falconers management, Bitty and Bob had made sourdough and whole wheat breads before Bitty showed Bob how to make pitas. Bitty, frankly, was ready for some time alone.
Bitty connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, selected a playlist and got to work.
He cleared the brunch dishes from the table, loading plates and flatware into the dishwasher before tackling the pans that were soaking in the sink.
He stripped the sheets from his and Jack’s bed, threw them in the washer, and took a load of T-shirts, socks and underwear from the dryer to fold them.
This was a chore better done without an audience, he thought to himself with some satisfaction. That wasn’t fair, though. Bob wouldn’t mind; he’d probably help.
Once the clothes were put away, Bitty gave both bathrooms a once-over, wiping down surfaces and refreshing towels. He straightened the sofa cushions, shelved the books scattered on the coffee table, watered the plants and ran the vacuum.
There was still at least an hour and a half before Jack and Bob would get back, and Coach and Mama would have been home from church in Madison for hours now. If he was going to call, now would be a good time.
Bitty turned the music off and found the contact for his parents’ landline. It wasn’t like he needed it; it was the first phone number he ever learned, the one that was written inside his jacket when he was in kindergarten and the one he had called for rides home from the rink more times than he could count. But he hardly used it anymore. Now when he talked to Mama, it was almost on her mobile, so they could switch to videochat while they baked together or when he wanted advice for what to do about the ailing tomato plants in the tubs on the terrace.
The phone rang once, twice, three times. Maybe they had gone out? Neither of Bitty’s parents’ fathers were alive anymore – hadn’t been since Bitty was a very small child, and really, his father wasn’t much older than Bitty was now when Grandpa Bittle had passed – but maybe one of the aunts was hosting something for Father’s Day?
But Mama probably would have mentioned it when they talked on Thursday.
Four rings, and then the click of the receiver being picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Coach,” Bitty said. “Er. Daddy. It’s me. I called to say happy Father’s Day.”
“Thanks, Junior,” his father said. “It’s nice of you to call. I got your card, too. Do you want to talk to your mother?”
Bitty bit back the response that formed in his mouth, the “Why don’t you think I want to talk to you?” Or maybe it was, “Why don’t you ever want to talk to me?”
“Not just yet,” Bitty said. “I called to talk to you. Are you having a good day?” “I suppose,” Coach said, like it might be a trick question. “It’s hot, so I’m sitting here in the den watching the Braves. I cut the grass yesterday, in the morning, before the heat got too bad. And of course it rained in the afternoon. Probably not so hot up north.”
The weather?
“No, it’s not,” Bitty said. “It’s actually a beautiful day today. Jack went out to play golf with his dad. He said to say hi.”
“He’s doing all right?” Coach asked. “Not too down about not making the final this year?”
“He’s good,” Bitty said. “He’d rather be playing – of course – but they had a good season, and he could use the downtime.”
Silence.
“So, how’re the Braves doing?” Bitty asked, desperate for a new topic.
“Winning today,” Coach said. “But there’s still time for them to blow it. Your mother just came in from the garden, let me get her. Suzanne! Junior’s on the phone.”
His mother picked up the phone in the kitchen and his father hung up the phone in the den, and Bitty asked, “Everything okay down there? It’s hard to get much out of Coach.”
“You know he’s not big on talking on the phone,” Mama said. “But he does miss you. Your coming for the Fourth of July, right? You and Jack both?
“Yes, ma’am,” Bitty said.
“What did you settle on to make for dinner?” she asked.
“We’re just going to grill some kebabs,” Bitty said. “Easier to get meat and veggies in that way. And I made some pitas with Bob the other day. But I should get going – I wanted to get a pie in the oven before they get back from their golf game.”
“Alright, then,” Mama said. “Say hello to Bob for me, and to that handsome man of yours. I love you, Dicky, and your father does, too.”
“Love you too, Mama,” Bitty said, and ended the call. Then he started putting together dough for a pie crust, to make what he told his mother true.
By the time Jack and Bob came back, sweaty and tired and a little flushed with the sun, the pie was baking and the kebabs were marinating. The condo was as clean as it ever got, and Bitty was clean in a fresh polo shirt and pressed shorts.
Jack glanced around, waited for his father to head to the guest room to freshen up, and said, “Everything go okay?”
“Great,” Bitty said. “We managed to talk for five whole minutes before he got Mama on the phone.”
“That must be some kind of record,” Jack deadpanned.
“You know, I think it might be,” Bitty said.
Just then, his phone dinged in his pocket. It was a text from Coach, who hardly ever used his mobile when he was at home.
Braves won.
And if I forgot to say it, I love you, son.
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JJ Maybank Headcanons:
A/N: I know I said I was gonna write more but I’ve barely had time or energy to even clean my house lately soooo. Anyway, I’m literally writing these on my lunch break. I may write some for the other pogues too idk yet it depends on how many I can come up with for them. I just have a good bit for JJ bc I think about him a lot lmao. Without further ado.
P.S. This has been sitting in my drafts for like a week awaiting the moment that I decide I'm happy with it lol. So here it is finally.
Random Headcanons:
He sleeps in starfish pose. Like you cannot tell me that this dude can’t or won’t take up an entire bed by himself.
We all know his motto, “Stupid things have good outcomes all the time,” but this dude's number one signature catchphrase has to be “Full Send!” followed closely by “YOLO Bitches!”
This may just be biased bc of Uncharted and the Royal Merchant ordeal but I can definitely see JJ pretending to be a pirate who’s on a massive treasure-hunting expedition when he was a little kid.
JJ’s hidden talent? Rapping. His ADHD and quick mind help him come up with lyrics quickly and even if they don’t always make sense to others they make sense to him 90% of the time.
JJ is either a fighting drunk or a goofy drunk. It’s either “let’s throw some hands” or “I’ma dance on that table brb” there is no in-between.
As for when he’s high, I think JJ is one of those people that just comes up with absolute nonsense that kinda makes sense. He has really deep thoughts about random shit and barely shuts up.
He does a lil dancey dance. I can see him just kinda standing in line, standing amongst the Pogues or they're all sitting around doing nothing and he gets bored so he dances along to whatever song is playing in his head. It often distracts the Pogues and cracks them up.
JJ is a speed demon no ifs ands or buts about it. This makes him a pro at playing spot the cop because while he enjoys the rush, he does not enjoy the idea of getting a ticket.
Somehow, Kie once convinced him to let her put his hair in tiny pigtails. He may or may not have been drunk.
You know that cute little thing where one person sticks out their hand and another rests their chin in it? So, as long as it's someone he trusts i.e. the Pogues or a significant other, they can stick their hand out and catch his attention and he will immediately put his chin in it even if he has to hurdle over tables in his mad dash from across the room.
I saw someone headcanon, I’m sorry but I can’t remember who, that JJ can play drums. I 100% agree. I can see him just banging around on them to let out some frustration one day and Kie convinced him to actually learn how to play them. Let me tell you, it was not easy at all bc JJ’s attention span didn’t wanna hold out for it but eventually he got the hang of it.
Unfortunately, at the insistence of the Pogues, JJ is no longer allowed to light fireworks anymore after having almost caught not only the dock but also The Chateau on fire one Fourth of July.
Dating Him Headcanons:
JJ is always attached to his love in some way, shape, or form. It could just be a simple shoulder-to-shoulder thing or he could be practically backpacked on you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his chin resting on your head or in the crook of your neck, and him leaning against your back.
JJ doesn't have a lot of money but what he does have is the desire to shower you with gifts so what does he do? He makes things for you or steals them but that's not the point. Your wrists, hands, and neck are probably always adorned in loads of bracelets, rings, and necklaces that he made for you. They may not look like much to other people but to you, they mean the world and you would never let anything happen to them.
JJ is a huge fan of words of affirmation. Remind him often that you love him and are very proud of him, even sprinkle in a few compliments.
That being said, as you can probably tell from the first headcanon of this section, his favorite form of showing love is physical touch. He loves giving it and receiving it.
JJ loves to make you laugh. He'll pull out the cheesiest pick-up lines and corniest dad jokes if it means he gets even a giggle out of you.
So, like I said previously, JJ takes up the entire bed. I also feel like you'll have to fight him for the blankets. You both may start the night out cuddled up all cute and shit but by the time you both wake up, he's spread out as much as possible leaving you to either tuck into his side or flat out lay on top of him.
JJ never says no if you ask for a piggyback ride. Sometimes if he thinks you’re getting tired he’ll just stop in front of you and squat down motioning for you to hop on.
I think a lot of people think that if JJ were ever jealous he would throw hands or super cockily just butt into the conversation and distract you but I personally think he’s a mean-mugging jealous. Like, say you’re having a polite, innocent conversation with some Touron but JJ gets jealous. I think he’d simply walk up behind you and give the person an “if looks could kill” glare. Soon enough the Touron gets the hint and dips. I don’t think JJ would want to fight in front of you if he could help it even if every bone in his body is screaming to throw hands. He doesn’t want to scare you.
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part two to fwb bakugou short story, but it’ll probably not make you feel anymore happier:
bakugou katsuki never though he was actually attractive until he found out he had a fan club.
call him a naive, but truly, he had no idea. he was always focused on things that mattered — intelligence, ability, skill — that being attractive felt more like a stupid parlor trick. he was thriving one night, having just turned 20 and even though his friends couldn’t drink, that sure didn’t stop them from buying him way too many drinks.
at first, he had been able to yell at them for buying drinks, but kaminari had slung an arm around his shoulder, a conniving smirk on his face as he looked more at kirishima then him.
“well, i’m sure that midoriya would be able to handle all these drinks~”
katsukis hubris would always be his downfall.
he doesn’t remember most of the night, can barely remember the bitter taste of alcohol, but could remember the scalding embrace of the person who warmed his bed. the way their backs arched from the bed, their sweet beautiful praising ringing in his ears as his cock entered their squeezing hole over and over again.
there were a few things he realized that night.
1. sex was good. like really good…. and-
2. being attractive meant more possibilities to have sex.
and finally, the stupid parlor trick had a true value.
sex was a great relief for katsuki. it was mindless, rhythmic, and a new territory for him to become the best in. he realized quickly that he wasn’t exactly looking for anything more than a bed partner, he didn’t really want anything romantic because that meant that this relief would become a job.
not that romance was bad or anything, but with his partnership with work-till-he-drops deku of all people in the hero world, he didn’t have any time to provide anything but sex. but he knew entirely well that working with deku showed the pros and cons of having a partner, and well, there wasn’t a lot of cons. so sue him, sometimes there were a few people that stayed longer then a night.
by the time he’s 26, he’s thriving off the system he’s made, work eat sex sleep, even if sometimes the sex part had angry rioters after him, they were the only things that mattered.
nothing seemed to be going wrong, well until it did.
he had met some girl at a conference. she had said she wasn’t a hero, nor a support hero, so bakugou assumed she was nothing more than some overcommitted fangirl who managed to get in to the conference.
she had a nice smile, pretty eyes, and seemed to put up with his sometimes brute personality, so he invited her over after the many blunt displays of flirting.
now that was mistake number one.
so after a week of sleeping together, he called it off, but of course of all people she could have been, she was the daughter of the most influential man in japan.
blacklisted.
that’s what he was.
no one wanted him, despite his attractiveness. no one wanted a man who broke hearts after fucking “virgins.” his ability as a pro was being questioned because of his sex life, and not even savior of the fucking world deku could stop the slandering.
before katsuki could decide whether or not he should figure out a way to prove that he had told every past partner that he was simply here for sex, you approached him.
katsuki remembers being a bit confused, a bit put off by your quiet confident approach. you guys weren’t exactly friends in high school, but you had been tight with deku. deku was the reason you had been recruited to work in their agency anyways. as if the world wasn’t already falling apart, your proposition definitely made his unstable world even more stable.
maybe that’s why he laughed bitterly at your request, why he even wanted to agree with it, why he even looked at your plainish features and thought to himself that he’s done so much better that he says, “I can’t promise that I won’t break your heart.”
and you, truly adding the most chaos into his life, simply shrugged.
“…that’s okay, as long as it’s my heart and not yours.”
to say the least, katsuki was taken aback by you. your stamina was par to his own, the keening and crying praises spilling from your lips into his ears sent fire down his spine. finger raked down his back, and the way you submitted to his every whim, desire, and sadistic demand. eyes that were soaked with tears looking at him with blown pupils while swollen blubbering lips begged for more.
it was perfect.
too perfect.
so perfect that when kaminari comments on it one day, something snags on bakugous throat.
“seems like our explodey boy is finally whipped and settling down with y/l/n!” he whistles, low and impressed. “good for the two of ya!”
everyone cheers in agreement.
maybe it was the sake in his system, the cheap beer sitting flush on his cheeks, and the intoxicated energy of high school friends sitting at a bar together, but bakugou opens his mouth and does the one thing he’s undeniably good at: destroying things.
“it isn’t anything serious,” he snaps. “it’s just sex. y/l/n knows it and it hasn’t stopped me from sleeping with anyone else!”
no one dares to call him out on it, but the array of wide eyes and parted lips pisses bakugou off more than them rebutting them could ever do.
“i’ll prove it to you fuckers then!” he hisses, anger wasted on nothing.
so he stands up, upper body flexed and on display and has no issue finding someone immediately interested in fucking a top ranked hero who hasn’t been around in more than a year.
bakugou takes them home, lips and fingers working magic, but his ears don’t hear the buzz of his phone. his angry and slightly drunken brain forget that you’re meant to come over tonight. it was tradition after all.
the moment bakugou finally gets the courage to rip the shirt off the stranger, mind aching because this doesn’t feel right, his front door opens.
as a pro hero, there are many times the world has slowed to a complete stop for him. when he watched buildings fall on friends, when it was one last punch or die, when he needed to save someone. he was used to this uniqueness of time perception and how things slow down. but he never imagined seeing it happen as his eyes open as see you at the entrance of his apartment. files and dinner in your hand, and the millions of emotions that flew through your eyes.
bakugou doesnt even hear the exchange, his heart too loud in his ears, but when he tries to call out… you leave.
the mood is killed, and there’s no more point in lying to himself… bakugou wants you. irrevocably and desperately wants you. with everything he can muster, he runs to your apartment after rushing out the nameless stranger through the front door.
he needs to explain.
he needs to tell you the truth.
he likes you! just you!
it was a mistake.
a hubris, fat headed mistake!
“I told you already, katsuki,” you say softly, the smile on your face small, knowing, yet somehow still so fucking kind. “I told you that it was okay. as long as it was my heart that broke, and not yours.”
the words scream in his ears, and it’s almost tragic that he doesn’t remember that until right now because his heart is frantically beating.
but bakugou musters up a sound again, mind spinning, heart aching. he needs to tell you his thoughts! you need to understand!
but the click of the door in front of his face is louder than any explosion he could ever make.
the sad, distant look on your face remains burned in his mind as he sinks to the floor. back pressed against the wall.
fuck.
fuck!
“it’s not okay though,” he whispers to no one. “my heart is breaking too.”
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Blood and sand - Chapter Sixteen
In the weeks since Luke had come here, this number of onlookers had never come to watch, and those who did were clearly between shifts—often drunk, always rowdy. Not these people. Not today.
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Chapter Sixteen: John
At breakfast, the King declared all current remaining warriors “finalists.” There would be no wagons of new combatants today.
“Battle Royale,” announced Dennis, who seemed to know something was going on, and eyed Luke’s little group suspiciously. “And as it’s a true fight to the end, you’ll be facing the King’s champion.” For all the talk about Charlie Dowd, Luke had not yet seen him. Now, he would.
Luke knew exactly what this was: he was being given a shot. One shot to make this compromise work. He’d never felt so determined in his life.
“Battle Royale,” said John, low. “Athur, stick with me.”
“I can do this,” Arthur said, slamming his fork down and baring his teeth.
“We will do this,” John growled.
“I can help,” Arthur snapped.
“You will,” said John. “By helping Luke.”
Arthur didn’t want to help Luke. He didn’t have to verbalize it. “I can do more than that!”
“Not now, you can’t,” John growled. “Fucking fill your role.”
Arthur clenched his fists.
“We’re almost done,” said Luke, who didn’t know how to fix this, who had no idea how to calm them down. “It’ll work.”
“Dowd,” Arthur said, low.
“He’ll be free. We all will,” said Luke, who for once in his life, lied. They would be free. He licked his lips. “Take Parker with you.”
Arthur stiffened. “What?”
“If something happens to me,” said Luke.
“If something happens to you,” said John, “Parker won’t—”
“Be dead anymore,” Arthur broke in. “Yes. I know.” His voice was rough.
John growled.
Arthur bared his teeth again. “This is what’s happening. Deal with it!” he hissed.
John growled again. “A life-debt is dangerous.”
“This will satisfy requirements,” said Luke, drawing the phrase from some long-past overheard adult conversation. “I’m certain.”
Arthur snorted, then suddenly laughed. “Sure,” he said. “All right. Satisfy requirements. All right.”
The warning trumpet sounded, loud and blatting.
Luke stood and immediately had to brace on the table. His legs felt weak, his knees useless. It was fear, plain and simple. Nothing was physically wrong.
This would work because it had to. That was all. “Come on.” He headed for the door.
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The arena was different today.
Longer, somehow, though not wider; the sand was pristine, white, gleaming, casting tiny sparkles back at the double suns. The stands were, for once, occupied, if not packed; all the guests were there, but also the entire staff of this place, from nurses to cooks, and they didn’t quite behave as sports fans might be expected. They were largely silent, muttering, and watching very hard.
In the weeks since Luke had come here, this number of onlookers had never come to watch, and those who did were clearly between shifts—often drunk, always rowdy. Not these people. Not today.
Whatever was going on might genuinely be a one-off. This was it. Their one chance.
Luke stayed at the back with his new partners. “Right. Everyone know their timing?”
“Yes,” said John.
“Yes,” said Arthur a moment later.
“You sure you can do this?” said John.
Luke hesitated. “I can get most of them,” he said. “I don’t know if I can get everyone, but I can get a lot. Then…”
“We’ll take care of the rest,” Arthur said grimly.
“And then we’re making our wish,” said John.
“Don’t you try to be a bitch about this,” said Arthur.
Luke had to trust them to be grownups. “Get ready.”
“Fuck me, there he is,” said John.
Luke peered. At the far, far end of the arena, guarding the only exit door, stood a nude man. He was muscled; tattooed runes circled his biceps, reached around his calves, covered his stomach. He carried two enormous, spiked maces, and he wore a mask—smooth and white like Hastur’s, mouthless. Two black eye-holes stared at them.
“What?” whispered Arthur. "He’s here? How does he look? Is he okay?”
“He’s… I don’t know,” said John. “He’s wearing that pallid mask.”
“Fuck,” said Arthur, low. “Luke, he’s going to see what you’re doing.”
“What I’m doing?”
“Casting magic. We’re going to have to be very careful about this.”
“Hey,” said John. “That’s an idea. I wonder if you could see with the mask on now.”
“No,” said Arthur.
“But Arthur—”
“No. I might be about to die, and I won’t with that fucking thing on my face.”
John’s many limbs sagged a little, as if Arthur's hatred of the mask—the handiwork of the King—hurt John personally.
Hastur had assumed John wanted nothing to do with him, but that wasn’t the vibe at all. John had reacted badly to news that Hastur wanted to die, too, though he hadn’t exactly gone running to prevent it. This was complicated.
The second trumpet blasted, and the horde attacked itself. Attacked itself (Luke couldn’t help thinking) the way a really sick body did, going after its own cells with its own defense systems. Some held back, like Arthur and John and Luke, waiting to see who was left standing, but most did not.
A few, however, did make a run for that exit. They didn’t last long.
Luke hadn’t expected Dowd to be so fast. His bare feet dug into the sand as if he’d been born to it, and he swung his maces so quickly they were black blurs.
Luke gasped, pressed back against the wall.
Blood, brains, bone spattered the sand, the arena. Dowd calmed again, waiting, stationed in front of that door.
John grunted.
“What?” said Arthur.
“He moves like a monster,” John mumbled. “I don’t know how he’s been enhanced, but he has. Arthur… we have to do Luke’s plan. I don’t see how we can beat him without killing him.”
“We were already going to do it,” Arthur snapped.
Without warning, the horns-all-over guy—the one with multiple heads who had exploded fake Dennis—suddenly turned and ran at them.
“Watch it!” John bellowed. Arthur and John may not share a body anymore, but they moved as one, even though Arthur couldn’t see. Arthur grabbed Luke and pulled him back, and John moved in the way, meeting the oncoming charge with so much power that he grabbed, hefted, and slammed the enemy down with a bone-aching crack.
The attacker lay still.
Luke looked. Not dead. Very thoroughly concussed. Luke resisted the urge to heal, to help; he had to save every drop of everything he had for the key moment. Still, it was hard to resist.
The eerily quiet stands, the intensity of Hastur’s presence, the weirdness of Dowd’s presence—all of it combined to make insanity, to add a strange desperation to everyone there, as if… of course. Luke hadn’t been the only person to figure out that new people kept being brought in, and that this was maybe the only chance to actually win that wish. Desperation didn’t cover this mood, didn’t even come close. These beings were fighting for so much more than their lives today. They fought for that one wish.
Above the arena, above Dowd, the King in Yellow loomed, his robe billowing, brighter than both suns.
Luke steeled himself. “Steady.”
“Fuck!” said John, grabbing Luke, grabbing Arthur (“Hey!”), and taking off at a run.
The spell hit where they’d been, sizzling the white sand gray, hissing and spitting.
Luke cried out.
“What the fuck, John?” Arthur cried, tucked under numerous arms.
“Curses,” said John. “Someone’s throwing them.”
“How-ma-ny-peo-ple-are-left?” Luke said, voice unsteady as he bounced with every step.
“Too many,” snarled John, and kept moving.
Held as he was, Luke couldn’t see; he was facing the sand. The breath kept leaving him as John leaped and landed, and bodies—injured, screaming, unconscious—filled the space around John’s tentacle-feet.
Luke resisted. Closed his eyes tightly. Resisted the urge to heal.
“Almost there,” muttered John, and then suddenly dropped them both into the sand. Luke shouted as something launched over him, something John grabbed and deflected and rolled away with, snarling.
Arthur reached for Luke, and Luke grabbed him. “Stay down!” Arthur snapped, and pulled Luke close enough to shield him.
“We have to get closer to the front!” Luke shouted, closing his eyes again as booted feet spat sand in their direction in passing.
Arthur began crawling, keeping low, holding Luke to his chest.
“Left!” Luke shouted, and Arthur dodged. A hammer came down where they’d been, spraying more sand.
John came out of nowhere and ate the hammer-guy.
Ate him. Just grabbed with many limbs, held him in the air, and then… John’s hood fell back. He had a white mask like Hastur’s, exactly the same, except chipped, and beneath it opened a maw that would haunt Luke’s dreams for years to come. John bit the guy in half. Gulp.
Arthur was moving again.
Luke’s breath felt high and wheezy. Never again, he’d never fight again—
“Dowd!” warned John, and Arthur suddenly changed direction.
Luke stared up to see Charlie Dowd coming for them. His eyes behind his mask were insane, wide, bloodshot. He didn’t seem aware of his nudity, or much else, except that Arthur had come too close to the door.
There was no time left. Luke used his spell.
It was like lifting an elephant, like holding back a cargo ship with will alone, like controlling a vast and terrible storm with his hands. It reached into every single body on the arena floor, into their brains, into their circulation. Searching and finding a universal need for oxygen, though it varied; major arteries weren’t all in the same places, and oxygen requirements varied by species.
But he didn’t need specifics. He knew how to increase oxygen to the brain, to ensure extra help. So now, he cut it off.
It took precious seconds. Everything seemed to slow down, or maybe he was just skipping moments, tied to his heart beat. Blink: everyone frozen, blood drops hovering in the air. Blink: bodies falling, eyes rolled back, faces turning bad colors. Blink: the entire arena of warriors was down, scattered, gasping, most already unconscious.
They had a little air. Luke would not kill unnecessarily. And it hadn't been precise. Arthur was unconscious, too, because Luke hadn't been able to aim it, and fuck a grown man was heavier than Luke realized.
John was still conscious. That had been a gamble; he was a god, and he may breathe, but he could resist this human spell. Unfortunately, thanks to Hastur, so could Charlie Dowd.
Luke wriggled, shifted, dug his heels into the sand and struggled out from under Arthur Lester (who was snoring again). His head felt like a thousand little hooks had found it, each one sharp and yanking. He had to keep everyone unconscious. Had to.
John was doing everything in his power to just… stop Dowd from doing more damage. Luke tried to look, and his gaze and his power slid off; whatever protections Dowd had, Luke could not take him down. But looking like that, Luke could see tendrils, dark gold magic, reaching down from the King. There was no quarter given. They had to win this, for real.
Dowd got his arm loose again and swung the mace.
John took the hit, then took the mace.
Dowd growled like an animal and fully focused on John, and Luke couldn’t see what he did, but ichor flew. John bellowed in pain.
Luke stood, his head a thousand pounds, and walked toward them.
John roared. In the mostly asleep arena, it rumbled, rattled, shocked. Dowd screeched like some kind of ancient dinosaur.
Those tendrils—
Luke had one shot, and he took it. He gathered himself, ran, and leaped.
John startled badly as Luke climbed him, using those many uncountable limbs as hand and footholds, over John’s asymmetrical shoulder, until he came face-to-face with Charlie Dowd.
Luke was quick. He’d always been quick.
Dowd was quick, and wrenched his other arm free and raised his mace.
Luke was quicker, and pulled off Dowd’s mask.
Under it, Dowd was pale, gray, ragged. His lips were cracked, and his nose had been broken and not set right. His eyes—wide and insane, then wide and horrified—looked like they belonged to a man who hadn’t slept in a year.
Luke hit him with the spell.
Dowd went down like a chump, eyes rolled back.
John panted, shaking.
“Down,” hissed Luke. “They’re stirring. Get down, damn it!”
John hesitated. Looked toward Arthur.
“Down!” said Luke.
John sighed. “Don’t fuck it up,” he muttered, plucked Luke off, placed him on the sand, and then dramatically and with much flailing flopped onto his back.
And just like that Luke was the last one standing.
The arena broke into howls.
Luke turned, panting, inundated by a thousand thousand voices, and looking directly at the King in Yellow, held the mask up over his head.
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I agree about chenford getting together but do we really need to wait until the season finale they have 23 episodes I'm hoping it's more like the mid season finale when Rosalind kidnaps Tim and forces them to reveal their feelings ala clois I see what they're setting up but I don't think it can sustain 22 episodes to me from a storytelling pov also I don't think the show is getting past a sixth season, a seventh one if they're very lucky and I need a full season of them in love and then getting engaged/married. I need so see a wedding and by some miracle maybe a few episodes when they're actually married. There's also always the fear of one of the actors leaving like we're one Chicago people WE KNOW the turnover on those shows is genuinely insane but it's a lot of other shows too. This last year so many shows lost half of their ships and it's not like this show didn't have two of its main characters leave already.
I actually think letting them take the full 23 episodes of the season before getting together in the finale isn’t so bad. If it were Tim and Lucy’s show then yes, it would probably happen by the mid season finale or even sooner, but there are other characters to consider who have storylines coming up. What with Nyla’s baby on the way, Lopez needing some detective storylines, Nolan and Bailey being a couple, Wesley becoming a prosecutor, and Nolan’s first rookie coming into the show (yay to Lisseth Chavez!!) there’s going to be A LOT going on this season. That’s not even including the stuff with Rosalind, and Lucy and Tim’s individuals storylines (i.e. we know Genny is coming back for an episode this season). Alexi himself even said there would be a delay in the consequences of Chenford’s kiss, because there’s just a lot going on and so they take a beat to focus on other things too while Ashley comes into play and the kiss really starts doing damage.
And y’know what? I’m kind of here for that! I like the idea of their relationship taking the full season. As long as we’ve been waiting for this as fans, this is still a very new thing to Lucy and Tim. They have a lot of things to deal with first: her trauma from Rosalind, her relationship with Chris, his with Ashley, accepting the fact that they almost did something that morally would not have made sense for either of them, and their true feelings. They were going to give way to this impulse they had, but I think they really need to recognize the permanence of these feelings they have for each other. Once they see that it’s real love and it’s something that’s not going away, and once they’re both single, THAT’S when they are going to get together. And that might take a while given everything they have to sift through emotionally and logistically, but it’s still going to happen. And damn if I don’t love a good angsty slowburn!!
So I can’t really say anything about the number of seasons they’ll have. I honestly have no idea, but I’m assuming they could do at least 2 more if they’re doing well enough with the network now to merit a spinoff. Whether they will, I don’t know. But I think they’ll milk this show for all it’s worth and I also think if they’re willing to write in Alyssa Diaz’s AND Mekia Cox’s pregnancies just to keep them on, it fosters a positive environment which means the actors probably won’t be leaving anytime soon. Titus only left because he wasn’t comfortable, morally, playing a cop anymore after the BLM movement reached its peak. That’s an extenuating circumstance, and a unicorn in this show’s otherwise relatively stable cast. Melissa and Eric also ADORE the fans, I really don’t see them leaving anytime soon. They’re Chenford nuts like us, they would want to do it justice. I know One Chicago has left me and so many others in the fandom heartbroken from completely unexpected character/actor exits, but this show has shown itself to be very different from OC so I’m going to try and keep the two separate.
#this was a lot lol sorry#abby.answers#the rookie#chenford#lucy chen#tim bradford#the rookie s5#alexi hawley
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One Piece - Volume 35
Haha!! WOWIE!!! YIPPEE!!! I’VE RETURNED TO POSTING WITHOUT MAKING ANY NOTABLE MISTAKES!!!
I love One Piece! I love pirates! I love long-running shonen manga! And I also love italicizing random words for no reason! Do not pay very close attention to which words I italicize in what order! IT’S NOT INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT!!!
Chapter 328 - The Pirate Abduction Incident
Admittedly, even though February and March were, for certain reasons, not good months for me to have this additional task on my plate and actually expect to get it done consistently, the long absence has also done a number on me. What was happening in One Piece again? There were like fifteen new characters or something? I think I got spoiled at some point in February or March that one of them was evil... who were any of the fifteen of them again??? I don’t even remember when it was that I got spoiled.
Eh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll just jump into it! How much could I possibly have forgotten?
What? WHAT’S bad? What’s Sal talking about? Uh, hasn’t Oda ever heard of providing context clues??? -_-
Anyway, Tony Tony Chopper is standing near Sal, but Nico Robin isn’t. No one is a fan of that turn of events.
Oh right, I forgot, Sonic’s friend Tammy was in this arc being the mirror version of Sal. I hate Sonic’s friend Tammy! I hope he’s the person who I got spoiled about being evil.
Sonic’s friend Tammy says the Merry Go doesn’t have a spinal cord anymore. The... uh... what was I calling the guy from Ace Attorney: Justice For All? I guess I can call him Matt Engarde. Matt Engarde adds that carpenters don’t have access to cloning technology, so a ship without a spinal cord is dead with no cheap workarounds possible. It sucks for Lufpy... but I’d trust any assertion that came from Matt Engarde!
Lufpy doesn’t want to accept it. He doesn’t want to have to change this manga’s branding and merchandise. This, uh, this guy named... *checks notes WITHOUT GOLFING since I DON’T EVEN NEED TO GO GOLFING* Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Slightly To The Left... is his name. That guy tells Lufpy that makes Lufpy a bad person. Well, that’s true enough I suppose, if you take into account that capitalism systemically destroys innocent people.
Also there’s a guy who looks like a fed who hates the feds, and a fed who looks like an outlaw.
nami aren’t you an accomplished pickpocket yourself
Anyway, Nami decides to go to Franky’s House. I think that’s where the circus freaks live?
Unfortunately, Usopp is yet again dead while Nami is nearby. He’s lying on his back...
Chapter 329 - My Name Is Franky
Actually, I take back what I said about Lufpy being a bad person. The high ethical cost of survival increases the minimum severity of bad actions necessary to overcome humanity’s innate goodness.
That aside, chapter 329 begins with a flashback to what happened right after chapter 328. From that, I can intuit that a timeskip happened right after chapter 328!
Anyway, now that the flashback is over, it’s time for Zoro to talk to Sal and Sal’s friend Tony about what’s going on.
no, humans do that too
Well, maybe ships are still unique in that they do that in water. Humans tend to have a nice time in water, or drown, or both. Hey, that sentence I just said is kinda like the thesis statement of One Piece!
Anyway, Franky’s gimmick is that he has terrible financial sense. “Finally,” he says, “I have the exact amount of money I need, instead of slightly less. Since I don’t have slightly less, I won’t run into the problem where I spend it instead of having it when I need it. As a reward for giving me the exact amount of money I need, here’s money.”
Also, Usopp is there, because he changed his mind about being dead. Also, Franky is a star man, but like, also a robot? Hey, that’s just like Earthbound! Wait, but Earthbound’s gameplay isn’t very fun since there’s a lot of grinding, so why is Usopp there at Earthbound? I thought better of you, Usopp.
You’re one to talk, no-nose boy.
I refuse to acknowledge that triangle on Franky’s face as a nose. It is little more than a defect. Anyway, it looks like he’s wearing a mask, which would be on-brand for this arc since it’s an arc about people who wear masks, so he probably has no nose underneath.
See, I told you all Tony Tony Chopper was a yandere! Now he’s killing people so he can show off their blood. I knew something like this would happen.
Zoro, Tony Tony Chopper, and Sal all stand there and watch as Lufpy hilariously dies in water. And guess whose duty it is to save Lufpy from drowning? That’s right. SAL’S, AS ALWAYS.
Next, it’s time for the Combatant Trio to beat up Franky’s House. Already, I guess. Also, they’re mad at the house instead of the Starman, I guess. Also, Tony Tony Chopper grew huge muscles to blend in seamlessly among them, I guess.
Chapter 330 - It's Decided
WHAT??? TWO GUNS??? WHEN DID NAMI GET TWO GUNS? I THOUGHT HER THING WAS THE BIG STICK OF UNIMPRESSIVE MAGIC, WHEN DID SHE GET TWO GUNS
One of the Titans from Attack on Titan dies. I’m gonna be honest: That Titan had the type of swag I want, just... grotesquely warped, in true Attack on Titan fashion. I think I’m going to make that One Piece character my new Titansona. I will not show a picture of him.
The Combatant Trio and their sidekick continue to do various cool moves, so people start throwing garbage at them. The garbage does not prevent them from killing the house they hate so much.
Lufpy decides to stop being a capitalist, because on second thought he doesn’t even care that much about merchandise or branding.
Chapter 331 - The Big Argument
We open on the fed who looks like an outlaw. He’s not having a good day :(
Also, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Slightly To The Left has a picture of Nico Robin as a little baby with lots of numbers on it. I miss Nico Robin. Where’d she run off to
Usopp is very much not a fan of Lufpy’s decision not to be a capitalist. I bet Usopp felt SO GOOD about his backstory being essential to the manga’s entire brand, huh? I bet it made him SO HAPPY. Well now he’s super upset instead, so the joke’s on him.
Oh right, I forgot how good Sal is at calling people out on their bullshit when it’s not his turn to be an idiot. It’s a good thing I didn’t forget anything else about Sal!
Lufpy decides to beat up a recovering hospital patient. Wait, and USOPP is involved in this situation, too?! I thought better of you, Usopp.
Sal tries to put a stop to this, but the events that will result in the End of Usopp have already been set in motion. Usopp decides a good way to accelerate this process is by challenging Lufpy to a duel.
Chapter 332 - Luffy vs. Usopp
awww sad puppy :(
Usopp unleashes his most powerful attacks against Lufpy, but all it does is make a puppy sad. Zoro doesn’t want puppies to be sad, but he is powerless in the face of Usopp. There’s nothing to be done.
Damn this is badass. Usopp is way better at beating up Lufpy than Zoro is. Zoro was so bad at it, he accidentally beat someone else up instead. Although that’s in-character because Zoro is stupid <3.
Also, prior to those panels, Lufpy told Usopp to stop being a comic relief character. That was rich, considering who it came from. Anyway Usopp blows him up
Chapter 333 - Captain
Wow! 333! I won’t reach a chapter number this exciting again until 4444.
Lufpy finally ekes out the slightest advantage after spending the entire fight not doing that, but even that was exactly as Usopp planned. Lufpy is largely incapable of failure though, so Usopp‘s plans don’t matter much. Then Lufpy says “Well, obviously. Anyways I forfeit. You suck”
Sal attempts to prevent Tony Tony Chopper from doing doctor stuff to Usopp, saying that would be just as shameful as it would have been for Usopp to back down or something like that, but Tony Tony Chopper leaves some doctor stuff with Usopp anyways.
Chapter 334 - Big Trouble in the Secret Room
It’s the Bean Bonus Room...! Hmm. Don’t ask me what that’s a reference to, because I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
Ooh! Is this arc gonna be a MURDER MYSTERY ARC with Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Slightly To The Left as the victim?! Hmm... Lufpy’s crew would need a detective... better hold off on getting a carpenter for now then. Which means they can just leave. Phew, glad this arc is over with! ...Wait, they don’t have a ship anymore. Well, Usopp can just leave, and everyone else can stop being main characters.
Lufpy and Nami are going to deal with the main plot, Oda forgot to include Nico Robin in this volume, Sal and Tony Tony Chopper are journeying to Oda to remind him about that, and Zoro... uh... Zoro... uh...
I guess sitting arcs out has historically been a favorite pastime of Zoro’s, so maybe this is no surprise.
OHHH, I forgot this arc had a train! Is the reason this arc has a train because it’s a murder mystery arc?! Franky loves being a train passenger.
Oh, and according to the Obligatory Murder Mystery Medical Professional, yet another mask is relevant in this arc. I hadn’t realized it until I’d written it out earlier in this post, but this arc really is going to be “ABOUT MASKS” in the same way as the Noland Kong arc was “ABOUT GODS”, isn’t it? The Quadruple-H mini-arc, then, would just have been a little bit of narrative housekeeping, like setting up Nico Robin’s whole dealio so that her character arc is primed and ready to intersect with this arc’s themes. Are all the One Piece arcs from here on out going to so heavily deal with themes relating to fundamental aspects of humanity and society? ...I mean I guess you could argue that that’s been a thing this whole time, but not nearly this deftly until recently. Bro... One Piece is good... and on an upward quality trajectory...
Sorry, I’ll stop rambling and get back to actually reading and commenting on One Piece like I’m supposed to be.
Franky took his mask off.
Chapter 335 - Warning
Well, his mask is off, but his face is imperceptible by the audience, and he’s mad. Meanwhile, the Scary Heart Woman has Scary Plans. This is due to the nature of some strange calamity that the townsfolk have gotten so used to that one of them is like “You DON’T KNOW?” when Sal asks.
OH... FRANKY IS... UM... FRANKY IS... UM...
Ugh, do I actually need to find the words to describe this?
Wait, I literally don’t. Check this out:
This is not what I expected from the leader of a gang of circus freaks who repeatedly get killed. The mask was somehow LESS bombastic than his face. I barely even get how that’s possible.
Oh, I was thinking to myself that Franky and Nico Robin BOTH seem too obvious to be the culprit if this were a true murder mystery, assuming we put aside the fact that Nico Robin has been a protagonist lately. I guess I was right to be thinking that, because the victim just implicated one and a half of the two of them.
I’m sure I would be blown away by this turn of events if I didn’t know how murder mysteries worked and was therefore very easily impressed, but neither of those things are true, so I’m just going to move on to the next chapter now.
Chapter 336 - Luffy vs. Franky
Franky... or, I guess now that his mask is off, I know him well enough that it’s not rude of me to just call him Ky, still has a rather inorganic nose after removing his mask. My assertion that he was a no-nose boy seems to hold water!
Also, he seems to be charging up a super attack, but Lufpy has not taken that as his cue to run. That’s Lufpy for you!
Ky’s super attack is actually fire elemental. Not only is Lufpy completely fine, but so is Nami, so I guess it was correct of them not to run. Good thinking on their part then.
Imagine if Nami was correct and Ky just died here after all the buildup. That would be funny. ...Which makes it entirely plausible. Except Ape already called dibs on fire powers, so probably not. Oda wouldn’t do something that would run the risk of making the audience get bored of fire powers, because then the audience might go away.
Predictably, Ky isn’t actually a fruit guy. He does have something no Devil Fruit holder ever will... detachable hands. I bet Lufpy is now regretting the fact that he didn’t run! Because when people don’t run, they regret it!
Meanwhile, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Slightly To The Left is implicating the entire crew as conspirators against him. Well, that’s definitely wrong! He should really run those numbers again! He should do it now before it’s too late!
There’s also a cabinet barbarian.
Wait, woah, Ky has like, a gun with a scope? So he’s like DOING THE CYBORG THING doing the cyborg thing, then. Wacky! Almost as wacky as saying “there are only seconds remaining you fools, flee now I’m begging you” to a stinky pigeon! XD
Anyway, the fight between Lufpy and Ky gets interrupted pretty quick, because it’s Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Slightly To The Left’s squad of goons here to make Lufpy say he’s sorry! So sorry, but you had your chance! Is what they’ll make Lufpy say!
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You know when you see larries who are like good luck getting good Louis content if they weren’t around, it’s like, no. There are plenty of great content creators who are Louies. There would absolutely be more if larries didn’t make fandom such a nightmare experience at times. Louies who are great content creators or just great to Louis in general were bullied out of the fandom. By larries. I’m never going to say larries should die or the mass extinction words because death stuff is a trigger for me but it is clearly hyperbole. And like a lot of larries don’t tell Louies to go die or things similar. Even if they do it in anonymous asks. So no, I don’t want them to die, even the worse ones who make me so angry I could scream. I just want them to leave Louis. I want them to admit they don’t actually like Louis and leave him alone. I actually want Harry to come out, to start publicly dating another guy. That way larries won’t need to lie anymore. They can have Harry with a guy without needing Louis to ship him with a guy. Sure, some still won’t admit they’re wrong but it might help. Also, Harry apparently said “his delicate point of view” when he was singing one of his songs so maybe he can come out, date a guy and free Louis. I can also admit I want Louis and Eleanor to be publicly broken up so Elounories can leave him alone too. They can be so cruel towards Louis and fans who don’t care about Eleanor or their “relationship”. And any problems Elounories think Louis and Eleanor are having, they blame Louis for too. See, not too dissimilar from larries.
Aren’t a lot of Elounories Harries anyway?
But the point about Larries making Louis’ fandom uncomfortable / unbearable is really true.
Louies who start solo UAs get harassed on Tumblr so much that many successive UAs have stopped. Louies who start fan projects have to assume that a limited number of people will participate/ reblog. Tumblr is simply not the place for solo Louies to grow, because of the contingent of super toxic Larries here, and the history of Tumblr Larries being extremely manipulative. Kudos to the Louies still making content!
Twitter Louis fandom has grown incredibly and that’s where we have power to resist. I have no doubt that solo fans will prevail one day, because a fantasy is built on a mirage. Eventually there will be a resolution. Tbh I think it will be Louis who settles down first.
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Sorry for the essay of a post admin, but o just want to get some points across 😅
All this Daniel talk and I just wanna say a few things - I’m not a Daniel fan but I’ve watched f1 for years so I’ve experienced a lot of what people call silly season and such - if Daniel had/has a feeling he’s gonna lose his seat, he’ll be putting feelers out to other teams. The man and his management team aren’t stupid. Any driver thinking they could lose their seat or don’t want to stay with their current team will do this. Same in any sport - happens all the time in football that someone is signed right at the start of transfer time because they’ve been basically negotiating for months before. Vice versa - any team looking to drop a driver will put out interest in potential replacements. That’s just how it is. It’s a business and it’s why you see drivers move around teams. It either works, they get a new seat or re-sign with the team as it’s a great negotiating tactic, or it doesn’t and they just don’t get a seat and leave f1 (that usually happens in the first few years though tbh, if a driver is around for a while they usually choose to leave instead of being forced to leave). That’s fact. Daniel isn’t a terrible driver either. He’s just not done well in Mclaren - he choose to leave Redbull but was performing well in comparison to a lot who have had that seat especially after him (not including Checo), and he got Renault two podiums when that was considered not possible in the car they had. Truth is, he might not just fit with Mclaren and needs to go elsewhere.
Also, anyone who thinks teams will automatically be lining up new young drivers to take over any available seats after this year or next will be mistaken. If it were just about how talented a driver was/is, there would be a number of drivers not on the grid anymore. Are people forgetting cash is king? If it were just about talent alone, Piastri would have a seat and wouldn’t just be a reserve driver - he won f2 in his rookie year… why would a team not sign him? Experience is also important. Teams aren’t going to risk having multiple new/young drivers because it is considered a huge jump to go from a “lower” league to f1, and just because some fans are vocal about it doesn’t mean they have the “popularity” to support them like some drivers will have. Popularity/rep is important in this sport - it brings in sponsors. Here are a few examples as well:
1. If it were based on just driving, Alfa Romeo would have signed Piastri instead of Zhou - not saying Zhou doesn’t deserve the seat but like I said Piastri won in his rookie year and is current f2 champion and that should mean something. However, Zhou brought on loads of sponsorship money which helped secure him the seat. Again, Zhou is a good driver but him bringing more money no doubt secured the seat over other potential choices.
2. Alex - I like him and I’m glad he’s back. But I know people felt like a new driver should have had the opportunity instead. However, alex too brings a lot of sponsorship money and he’s got experience. For Williams, this was important (see point below as to potentially why). Unfortunately for some, those two matter more than just talent to some teams
3. I’m sure he’s a nice guy, but if it were just about how talented someone was, latifi would not still be in f1. He would have been fired - I’d be shocked if any team didn’t have a clause that allowed them to fire if they were unhappy with results. Yeah he got points last year but De Vries performed better for the first time in that car in a practice session and now that former-won’t-be-named driver was fired, it’s becoming glaringly obvious to the public the mistakes he’s making. But hes brought in a lot of money so he’s stayed. Will he stay after his contract ends this year, I’d be shocked if he did but then again he may just give them loads of money and stay that way
4. I love Seb and I’m glad he’s still driving. However, he’s not been as good as people expected. Sure the car is a big issue as well but he’s definitely not performing as well people hoped/expected. Teams won’t blame only their car - if they think there is a driver who could do better in it than their current signed one they would/will replace them. I know people will argue with me about this point especially but it’s just my point of view. However, he’s also a former world champ, so has experience that appeals to teams and will get a lot of sponsors on his rep alone.
5. Fernando was re-signed after he basically retired. Sure not a big gap between stints but the argument could have been that a young driver could have had his seat instead. But again, former world champion that has experience and probably brings a lot of sponsorship with him appealed to the team more.
I have more points but cba to type them out right now. My point is though, people are adamant Daniel will be done in f1 after his contract with Mclaren is finished, but tbh we don’t know that. We’ve seen numerous times talent alone does not get a driver a seat. Just because they are young and deserve a chance in f1, does not mean a team will want them or risk giving them a chance. This happens all the time. They need the sponsorships and a lot of teams right now like experience as they don’t have to worry about getting a driver “trained up” to the f1 standard which doesn’t happen overnight. And sometimes when teams mention other potential drivers to the media, it’s sometimes a way to help negotiate contracts with someone else. Not saying Zak is definitely doing that with Daniel or someone else he wants but I wouldn’t be shocked either if he is.
Also, there’s still a long way to go in the season so we never know what could happen
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little hints he gives when he likes you
enhypen ‘02 line x f!reader. no warnings. fluff (?) but kinda boring ngl, non!idol au. unedited. ‘02z liners crushing over reader.
₊˚‧☆ﾐ PARK JAY
replies the exact split second you text him a message. respects you more than any man alive. fidgety around you, scratches the back of his neck. keeps things that you gave him even if they can’t be of use anymore. a lot of caught red handed efforts of him almost reaching out to hold your hand. wears the ‘oh-my-god-take-me-to-heaven-i’m-in-love’ expression whenever you do something endearing. telling you randomly “you’re cute”. then after, soon subtly dropping down a “i like cute girls”. looks at your social media pictures at least 10 times a day. sends death glares at people who cross over your line. instinctively grabs your waist and pulls his own body in front of the direction of the said ‘threat’ whenever he sees danger coming harm’s way in order to protect you. taking the blame for mistakes you made.
shares his future plans with you. always noticing and verbally appreciating every little thing you do. tries to hide his emotions whenever someone who likes you hangs around with you and fails. gets riled up and ends up sacrificing his own piece of clothing for you to wear whenever your outfit is of something revealing. “i don’t need those other girls, i’m talking to you right now”. has too much pictures of you in his photo library, either funny or cute. takes an effort to look good around you. intense eye contact. acts different in private because he wants to be his best. remembers things you’ve said that you don’t remember saying.
₊˚‧☆ﾐ SIM JAKE
too obnoxiously flirty to know if he’s hinting or playing around. winks at you. often whines to you about wanting to be the only person you hang out with. stares at you like it’s his favorite pastime. his name is always there popping up in your notifications. tags you in his social media reposts; ‘LMAO @/YN LOOK AT THIS FROG’. available for you 24/7, just say his name. helps only you with homework in return of having you spend time with him. wants to pay for you. “let me at least buy you this hoodie, if i can’t have the honorary title of being your boyfriend then let me at least enjoy the perks”. spams you with texts. learns how to dance like your k-pop idols so you can fawn over him, he wants you to simp over him too.
tries to understand your style and clothing so he can have matching clothes with you. “oH wE’Re maTchiNG, wHaT a cOInciDencE!” cheeky and playful, but whenever someone hits you up he’ll seriously claim himself as your boyfriend. you obviously don’t take it to heart. has a notebook of poems that’s obviously about you. snatches your phone and places himself as your lock-screen and wallpaper. treats you like a princess; literally bridal-style carried you to the nearest infirmary when you tripped and sprained your ankle. likes to spoon-feed you. makes it a point to make you feel like the most special person alive. you both know there is no other girl in his life, as he often reminds you. he’s your number one biggest fan and supports every decision you make. literally adores you. gets into the stuff you like to do so you would talk to him more and find him more interesting.
₊˚‧☆ﾐ PARK SUNGHOON
unknowingly searches and looks for you when you’re not around. calls and demands everyone’s attention when you’re trying to speak. insults anybody who insults you. surprisingly mentions you a lot to his friends. his friends going “oH YOU’RE THAT GIRL HE WON’T SHUT UP ABOUT - OUCH!”. makes a spotify playlist for songs that remind him of you with your name as the title. remembers your favorite starbucks drink by heart. secretly glances at you often but can barely look at you in the eye for three seconds straight. calls for your attention more than often. subtly asks you if his new haircut or outfit looks okay. tries hard not to laugh at your jokes but fails, everything is 1000x funnier when you say it for some weird reason. gives you his own things especially if you don’t have it.
flaunts his good looks and achievements in hope for you to acknowledge and compliment him. the moment you talk about another guy, saying how funny he is that you can’t stop laughing, his smiling eyes would vanish and drop. he would barely respond to your declaration and would act like he hasn’t heard you, giving you a look that screams total disinterest in what you just said, his mood sour. accompanies you (especially when you’re going alone) and wouldn’t dare leave despite acting like a jerk. gives the cold shoulder to anyone you’re crushing on/who’s flirting with you and couldn’t honestly care less if they got rammed by a car. finds ways and opportunities for you to hang out with him and have you all by himself, while he teases you that you can’t get enough of him.
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“Welcome Home Omega”
Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader
Type: ABO Dynamic, SFW
Word Count: 2700+
A/N: I’m new to all this, but I dreamt about this the other night and really wanted to share this with everyone. I have a tone more to write, so please follow along and any feedback would be hugely appreciated. Thank you so much.
Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her pack after so many years aboard being a successful hero, now they fear begin rejecting by her pack and more importantly her alpha’s.
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“Everyone please welcome to the stage, the one you’ve all be waiting for, Pro-Hero Shadow…” a loud voice spoke into the microphone as I waited backstage. Once my name was called, I left the spoke I was hiding in and joined them. The crowd was screaming and shouting, holding banners of my name and posters with my face. This was something I didn’t expect to happen when I returned home to Japan from my many years abroad. I smiled towards the women on stage, already determining her as a beta.
“Welcome Shadow, to your first ever hero-con” She spoke to me looking in my direction. I brought my mic to my face,
“It’s so good to be here, look at all these people wow.” I smiled towards the crowd. The cheering began again.
“So shadow, how are you feeling being back in Japan and being high on the hero board, especially as an omega…” she continued on looking at me, this was something I was used to.
“It feels so good being back, I left Japan 6 years ago after I graduated with my friends/pack members from UA, which many of you know...” I waited for the screaming to stop before I continued. “I was faced with two choice really, be a omega hero that would only get 2 years in hero work before being forced to stop by the hero commission or I could leave my pack and go to America and have a really good hero career helping other omegas reach their potential and then come back home, I think you can guess what I chose” I said, and turned to the interviewer waiting for her reply.
Being an omega in Japan and America is very different from each other, especially in hero work. In Japan, you get an unspoken max of 2-year work and then often omegas go to desk jobs in hero agencies. In America, you can be a hero no matter your 2nd gender but the chance of being taken seriously as an omega is very slim and was something I worked hard at. During my time in America, I created an omega hero agency and left it all to the very capable hands of my sidekick, frostbite. It was my time to come home, I need my family back.
“So, tell me, does you pack know your back?” She asked with smile in her eyes.
“I mean, yes and no. Our pack is a big one and it was created when we were back in school. The time that I left, I had an agreement with the unmarked alphas that I would not contact them at all, but to know I was safe, I was only allowed contact with the omegas. So, they know” I replied, laughing slightly back.
“So, a lot of alphas in your pack, how does that work?” she pushed for an answer.
“I can’t really say, our pack dynamic is private, so I won’t tell you who or what position everyone is but, we have a main alpha who us our leader, they have a second and then we have one alpha that doesn’t really care and then one alpha who gave up their position years ago.” I replied smiling hoping she would not ask any more questions about the pack.
“That’s fine, tell me about your work as a hero omega and how difficult is” She asked again. This is something I could talk about openly. I took a deep breath and began to speak about the importance of separating your 2nd gender, from your workplace, and they it does not define you. Yes, you can still have a timid nature but do not let it halt your growth as a strong independent person. That if you want to be head of heart surgery you do it and tell those Alphas/ beats to shove it, its your time to shine. I continued until I felt the interviewer wanting to ask another question.
“Although I’m strong, I would not have gotten to where I am today without my pack, in public they treat me like a hero, not an omega. I mean it didn’t take long to do bu…” I went to say but was cut off.
“What do you mean, didn’t take long?” she interrupted. I hesitated for a bit, and then looked out into the crowd.
“Okay, I really should not be saying this, but he won’t mind. Okay so when our pack was created, I was never allowed to do anything, and it really annoyed me. So, when our first Alpha was being chosen, I kind of challenged Pro-Hero Dynamite…. And won.” I replied looking out into the crowd and everyone started cheering.
“Since then, I was treated like a person, not an omega. Well not in public, in private we still use the proper greetings.” I smiled and turned to the interviewer again.
“Wow, you are amazing. We all know your now number 5 on the hero board, can you remind everyone your quirk again.” She asked gesturing to my hands. I look down and noticed the black sut coating my fingers. I nodded and began to explain. I can create my own smoke from my body and ignite it. From this smoke I can create solid weapon and if I have enough smoke in the area, I can tell a person’s movements. I do have a drawback; the smoke uses up the oxygen from my blood and can make me pass out or it stains my skin with black smoke.
The interview continues and eventually is opened to fan questions, near the end of the questions. I notice the back wall starting to fill up with tall dark figures, already guessing that my pack got word I am here. Excitement rises through me, and I find it hard to sit still.
“Well, I think the cats out of the bag your home, Shadow” the interviewers says to me gesturing to the back wall. Light shines to the back wall, standing there when their arms crossed is Pro-heroes Dynamite, Red Riot, Deku and Chargebolt who is waving crazy towards me. I laugh to myself, locking eyes with Bakugou lowering my head slightly.
“I guess so” I reply, and the cheering slowly dies down.
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While sitting at my signing booth, listening to some amazing stories from fans. I hear my name being called the curtain behind me. I have a break from the fans for a second and approach the curtain.
“Hello, little omega.” The voice says, as I instantly know its Bakugou. I smile to myself, wanting to rip the curtain away and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Hello Bakugou, don’t move the curtain, I can’t look at your right now” I say honestly.
“Okay, at least put your hand through the curtain, Kiri’s here to.” He replies nudging the curtain. I sigh, it’s been 6 years and I can barely hold myself together with he thought of being back with my family but being a hero right now is what I need to do.
“Okay, but only quickly I have to get back” I whisper, and slowly put my right-hand backwords them. Instantly I can feel like touching my hand and kissing it.
“Can’t smell you omega, how come?” Kirishima asks.
“Stupid American pheromone blockers, I’ll take them off later at home, promise.” I say and pull my hand back to finish quickly and get back to my family and quickly as I can. I can hear both alphas walk away, and I pull my hand to my chest.
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Hero-con is over, and I can finally come home. After we all graduated, everyone pulled their money together and we bought a huge house together which allowed all of us to live together as a pack. Before I left, I entered a relationship with Bakugou and Kirishima but now I do not know if they still want me in a dynamic with because they’ve been an Alpha/Alpha relationship for 6 years. I don’t’ even have a room anymore, Denki took it when I moved to America. There might be room, I think, Midoriya (A) and Todoroki (A/O) have a room, Sero (B) and Mina (B) have a room, Shinso (A), Jirou (B) and Denki (O) all have separate rooms even though they are together which leaves Bakugou (A) and Kirishima (A) who have the biggest room. I could always share with Denki until I find a new place, I say to myself as I knock on the front door.
I wait patiently, until the door is opened revealing a very excited Denki. Practically jumping on the spot.
“Y/N YOU’RE HOME.” He shouts while throwing himself into my arms. I hug back, I breath him in and tears start to fill my eyes.
“Oi sparky, you know the rules. She needs to follow the greetings as she’s been away for so long.” Says Bakugou with his arms crossed. I enter the house and look around seeing everyone in their groups. I cannot believe I am home.
I quickly great Mina and Sero first, presenting our pack mark and then onto hugs. Next, I go straight over to Shinso, presenting my neck to show I am not a threat to his omega or beta. Which he simply nods and as these dynamics, Shinso does not really care for. I great Jirou and then great Denki properly by touching our noses together. I approach Midoriya next as he used to be the main Alpha who brought us all together, I greeted him the same way as Shinso but instead Midoriya threw his arms around me puling me into a hug.
“Please never leave again, Bakugou’s been impossible” He whispers into my ear. I laugh looking over his shoulder to a very anger Bakugou. I turn to Todoroki who is half Omega/Alpha, I greet him the same way as Denki, I know he prefers that greeting than the alpha one. Its finally time to see if they still want me. Kirishima is practically beaming at Bakugou side. I approach with my head down; I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as I approach him. As he is lead Alpha, I must wait to see what he will do.
“Still can’t smell you omega.” Bakugou announces loudly.
“There’s a pheromone implant in my neck, Alpha, see you can feel it.” I reply, taking his hand to my neck. In American you are not allowed to use pheromones in public, so for hero work you must use an implant to block it. Bakugou feels my neck and I can tell he is not happy. He grabs me by my neck, slamming me on the wall behind him. Everyone runs forward but Kirishima stands forward stopping them. Telling them it must happen and that Bakugou won’t hurt me, much.
With his claw Bakugou cuts into my neck to pull the impact out, I do not make a sound and only look at him in the eye. It must be done, and I know he will not hurt me. Once the implant is out. Bakugou lends forward and breathes me in. He hesitates, and calls Kirishima over. Kirishima looks between the two of use and breaths me in.
“Oh, y/n, you should’ve come home sooner.” Kirishima says, pulling me towards him for a hug.
“Please, Bakugou, get rid of the rest they can’t see me like this.” I whisper.
“Oi, extra’s don’t you have a party tonight. Your hotels have your clothes, now get lost.” Bakugou calls out, looking at them all. No one moves.
“NOW!” Bakugou yells, using his alpha voice and everyone leaves.
As soon as the door closes, I start to cry. Six years of being all alone hit me at once, yes it was my plan to be a strong hero, its hard to do it without your pack or alphas.
“The first sign of your omega depression, you should’ve come home little one.” Kirishima says whispering into my hair.
“How could I, I would’ve let you all down and all other omega’s out there without a voice, so what I had to go through omega depression….. more than once.” I say back looking up into Kirishima’s eyes. Bakugou stands beside us, looking slightly smaller.
“Bakugou, go run a bath,” Kirishima calls out and Bakugou follows his orders.
“Wait, what’s going on. Bakugou what are you doing” I ask, looking confused. Bakugou leans over the stairs to look at me.
“Kirishima’s the Alpha now, we’ll the others haven’t picked up on it yet because we haven’t publicly fought, but he’s been the main Alpha for a while now, I can’t be number one all the time now can I.” Bakugou replies with a smile. I look to Kirishima who still holds me but is beaming with love as he watches Bakugou. I try to pull away from his arms. It is stupid why did I think this would work. They do not want me anymore, I just know. Kirishima noticed how I suddenly changed but decided not to say anything.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and smelling natural.” He says, picking me up with no issues. He climbs the stairs and I place my head into his scent gland in his neck. I notice that neither him nor Bakugou do not have a claiming mark yet. Once we reach the top of the stairs, I see my old bedroom door and ask Kirishima to put my down, he walks ahead to the double doors at the end of the hallway. Which is their room.
“I’ll only stay for tonight, and then I’ll find somewhere else to live, I don’t even have a room here anymore.” I say to Kirishima which makes him freeze.
“Silly omega, come here.” He replies, gesturing me to follow. I start to hear the water running in their private bathroom. Kirishima opens the door and lets me enter the room first.
The first thing I can smell is the strong smell of Alpha but slowly a familiar smell enters, I look around the room and see my stuff. Things that I had left behind, my paintings, photos of the three of use. The queen size bed with three sets of pillows, big enough for all of us. I look around and notice a curtained canopy hiding something. I look to Kirishima who leans on the door frame by the Bathroom and nods. I breath in again and noticed the familiar smell but I am not able to pinpoint it yet.
I pull back to curtain and freeze. “Is that m..” I say unable to finish as I look down, tears filling my eyes. Bakugou comes out of the bathroom and leans on the opposite side to Kirishima. I look at the two of them and then look down at my old nest, they kept it, they really kept it. I can’t speak, only cry. Bakugou comes over to me and hold me bringing me towards the bathroom. Kirishima entered first. He began to undress and tied back his long hair, He entered the bath first, as Bakugou began to undress me as my emotions were betraying me at his moment. There was nothing sexual about this moment, it was about Alpha’s taking care of their Omega. Bakugou lifted me and lowered me into the water to sit in Kirishima’s lap, he quickly undressed and joined us.
I started to calm down, feeling I could now speak. “So, you mean, you have forgotten me, and you still want to be with me.” I ask looking down at my hands. Kirishima wraps his arms around me more and places his head into my scent gland breathing me in, tickling me slightly.
“Of course, silly omega, we’ve wanted you since the day you knocked me on my ass.” Bakugou replied leaning in to kiss me.
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