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clone high final episode spoilers below! (9 n 10)
holy fuck im so happy. even though im super annoyed how they keep throwing a bunch of really good ideas for relationships and plot in the trash- im just so happy with what we got.
OK FIRST EPISODE 9??? THE ANIMATION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE WHEN WESLEY WAS FLAILING IN THE SEA, IT WAS DAMN smooth and pleasant to watch, as morbid as it sounds lol. that whole scene with the comic-esque vibe was so so pleasing.
and that whole episode was super like, sad but funny. i literally stood up and yelled when Mr. B was getting near the edge. like i probably woke up every single one of my neighbors in like.. a 50 mile radius it was that bad im so fucking annoying about this show.
BUT THEN SCUDS SAVED HIM AND I WAS SO HAPPY, LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY AN OLD COUPLE, AND LITERALLY THEY’RE FATHERS TO THEIR CLONE KIDS AND THEYRE ALL SUCH A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND AUGHHHH im gonna draw family stuff with them so bad. I WISH THESE EPISODES CAME OUT BEFORE FATHERS DAY IT WOULD’VE BEEN PERFECT.
ok, episode 10 i have to take a deep breath with. i am VERY happy. and idk if it was because the bar was so low, or if it was because i was so anxious i was vomiting everywhere because i needed content so bad, but i am overjoyed.
THE ABETOPH CONTENT WE GOT WAS SO GOOD. WE HAVE LIKE... 3 NEW CUTE PHOTOS OF THEM HANGING OUT, AND LIKE A BUNCH OF MOMENTS OF ABE CARRYING TOPHER ON HIS BACK. was it because he was being tophers lackey? fine, sure, whatever. BUT AFTER THAT WHEN JFK BROKE TOPHERS PHONE IT WAS OVER (im upset it wasnt developed on further because people who didnt watch it in real time like us will surely be fine. so fuck you.)
Also, ABE AND JFKS FREINDSHIP HOLUYDBIUJEWNFJKNF oh my god not to be autistic but i was stimming so fucking hard WHEN THEY HUGGED, I WAS LIKE YES FINALLY. FINALLLLLYYY!!! theyre my sweet boys and THAT WHOLE FRIEND GROUP HAS ME IN TEARS. LIKE abe and Confucius are already bros, as we see them playing in the school yard, and JFK and Confucius are already bros from the sleepover episode, but NOW JFK AND ABE ARE BROS. FUCK. YEAH. oh and tophers there too. i like how they treat topher tbh. like hes just there until he says something out of pocket and they’re just like stfu.
but with the girls friend group.. oof. i honestly loved them so much, especially with cleo, but NOW ITS FUCKED. and its not even joans fault tbh. like when i was watching the scene where frida dropped joan i was like “damn” but then, JOAN MENTIONS HOW SHE HELPED EVERYONE BEFORE AND I WAS LIKE “DAYYYYYYUUMMMM UR RIGHT” so now im conflicted. But again like??? bruh i would choose cleo too tbh lmao.
Also, i’m glad clone college isn’t real. because jfk mentions about taking shelly to .. biology? which i think is a only 1st year class. and in the original clone high everyone is like “omg u hit puberty over summer” Which i feel is typically something thats potrayed in media AFTER middle school. but i could be wrong so, idk. just really glad they didn’t do the clone college bc i hate change. also theyre 16 lmao. OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT... in the future when highschools done?? IDK. IDC.
anyway. im scared for joans friend group and i fucking love joan, and i am in love with abe, toph, jfk, and Confucius’s little bromances and augh. im so happy. and THE CLIFF HANGER WASN’T TERRIBLE ALSO, IN MY OPNINON.
im just glad joanabe wasn’t endgame. i mean, i would be pretty happy because im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but also NOOOOOO joan deserves better. so. yeah 10/10
if you read this far, holy crap, im proud of you, and ily
that is my review on the finale so i’ll be making so much content now that im not on the brink of collapsing everytime i think of clone high. like trust me im gonna try and stretch out this fixation for as long as i can. though im probably gonna draw a surplus of abe and jfk art bc they were my fav in 2020
#i fucking love you clone high#clone high finale#clone high episode 9#clone high episode 10#long post
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OKAY MORE I CANT HELP IT...
you better believe i show them off, too. like no ones business im always LOOK. AT WHAT MY FRIEND DID... look, im so proud of them 😽😽 i really am like WOW!!! idk im enamored anything they do is the best thing in the world to me. whats that about rose tinted glasses? thats how it is SORRYYYY cant help it you are perfect to me and i love you like. IM ENTHRALLLED theres a lot of words i could use to describe how i feel about them. hooked is a good one, absolutely CAPTIVATED, hook line and sinker baby im in heaven 🥳 im still coping cuz im still lonely but. if i flood my mind with the thought of them, itll be enough to get my thru til they come back :]
dude i remember last halloween? best halloween ever okay I . i mightve been dying of sleep deprivation but i got correctly gendered the entire fucking day AND. i had my bestie in my phone, idc if i looked rude or anything talking to her the whole fcking day? i feel so. LOST when im without them, so knowing i had her with me the entire time like. I REALLY HAD SUCH A GREAT TIME.. i wish i could relive that day over and over again, but i still have more days to experience!!! shes so creative and brilliant and fucking UNHINGED like a little rat crawling thru the walls WHATS WRONG WITH HER.... idk but i love it :] she absolutely is carrying like. prehistoric diseases i dont know how and i dont know when shes gonna dispatch them but im afraid
or like? my birthday was a good example. neither of them knew it was cuz i dont like to tell people but.. we spent the day together and it . i was genuinely so happy, its the first birthday i havent ended up crying on. like YEAH yr right you WERE the gift!!!!!!! you genuinely were im. KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING
i spend the so much time with him, SIR. the man that you are im. only incomprehensible growling and barking comes to mind when i think of you BUT it translates to: YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME!!! no hes so silly for real i genuinely cant get enough of him. i remember. even the very first time we vced like just us, it wasnt even really awkward at all!!!! felt a little unsure but I HAD SO MUCH FUN.. our chemistry.. mr whiter..... really though its. or that time we spent like 12 hours in call together. i used to feel so sad when calls ended, sad enough that id just start avoiding them cuz i didnt really know when it would happen again, SO? thats like A WHOLE ENTIRE DAY.... we spent a whole day together and it went GOOD it was so .. perfect. such a big deal to me cuz like. i dont leave my house, i dont SOCIALIZE REALLY.. so to go for so long without even getting tired?? its genuinely a really big step for me. HE DID THAT...
but.. dont just love them for how they make me feel. i love everything about them. when shit gets hard i wanna try my best to be there cuz ive had people give up on me and it fucking sucked, i wont ever give up on you. they really are so special to me like. the best people ive ever met in my entire life and i MEAN that. you are so worth it, anything at all. ill be here!!! i wont ever leave you behind, how could i ever do that? my love doesnt come from what they do for me, it comes from THEM directly. their personalities, their hobbies, interests. glasses get rosier, theres nowhere id rather be! it feels so good to just.. idk. i like being here, i feel stable and comfortable and its all thanks to them
MAN dont talk to me ever. never speak to me!!! lot of feelings okay but. listenn..... ive got two eyes, one for each apple. EASY. lovemaxxing or whatever
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Literally no one asked for this lol | Mr. Wolf x Reader | your cute wolf bf keeps holding back for some reason… so u decide to tease him till he snaps | reader is a human so this is kinda weird but yeah | no one here is a furry but idc I loved the movie and he’s hot | no explicit n*fw but very suggestive content | mostly spoiler free
The first time he pulls away you feel a bit hurt. One second he’s kissing your little mouth with his soft muzzle, tongue prodding curiously at your lips, the next he’s scrambling backwards, eyes wide, pupils blown out, and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. It only takes a minute or two before he’s regaining his composure, avoiding your questions with practiced ease and distracting you with wholesome cuddles that have you scratching behind his ear, wondering what went wrong.
It happens again at the library, as your books lay forgotten on the carpeted floor, Mr. Wolf leaning you up against a bookshelf with his lanky frame towering over you as he kisses at your neck. You are clutching onto his shoulders, face red with want and arousal. You make a small moan, and your wolf immediately freezes, before he sets you down gently, pulling away with a guarded expression. You urge him to continue, panties uncomfortably wet and lips still agape as you plead with him, but he only swoops up your books from the ground to carry them, nudging you playfully and telling you to focus on the textbooks you need.
Your relationship was happy, the two of you got along nearly perfectly. He was supportive and sweet in every way, and you could tell he was being genuine when he talked about how much he cared about you. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more. You had wants and needs. And Mr. Wolf clearly wanted it too, he was just holding back for some reason. And you were determined to change that.
“Can you put this necklace on for me?” You called for him without looking away from the mirror, checking out your outfit slowly.
You heard heavy steps behind you, “Sure thing, baby.”
Turning around, you smiled as you tilted your face upwards, looking at him smile at you fondly. You placed the silver necklace into his hands gently, showing him where the small clasp was, and turning back towards the mirror, sweeping your hair to the side and watching his expression in the mirror.
You saw him falter at the sight of your bare skin, yellow eyes darting quickly between the necklace and its destination. He carefully wove the necklace around your neck, and you watched him fumble with the thin silver, his huge paws extremely noticeable on either side of your head.
Mr. Wolf gulped, “Let me know if I hurt you, sweetheart. These hands ain’t good for much else then stealing and driving you know.”
You giggled, “Mr. Wolf, don’t you steal rings and purses from right under peoples noses? Surely you can put on a simple necklace.”
“Yeah, well, more used to taking these things off them putting them back on,” He mumbles absentmindedly, yellow eyes narrowed as he tries and fails to fit the clasp, “Shit, why is this so difficult…”
“Don’t worry sweetie,” You hum, “I’m sure your hands are good for other things.”
He just makes a noise of acknowledgment, focus still on the clasp.
You put your hands on his, stopping him from fiddling anymore, “I mean, just look at the size of them.”
You slowly lead them to rest around your neck, the light pressure on your throat enough to make you flush red. He freezes completely. You look in the mirror, savouring the image. He was wearing some sweats and a black t shirt, forearms exposed, fur slightly tussled from an earlier cuddle session.
“Just look how big they are, Mr. Wolf,” You murmur, “I love it.”
The wolf laughs nervously, tugging his paws away from your hold gently, “Careful there. Wouldn’t want to accidentally give you a cut, sweetheart.”
You are all too aware of the sharp nails that rest extremely close to your face, but you just pull him back softly, “Oh but I know you would never hurt me. And if you did, who knows, I might even like it.”
“Excuse me?” He sputters, and you can see his face turn red in the mirror.
“You heard me,” You say quietly.
Mr. Wolf clears his throat, looking at the ground rather at your eyes. His hands still rest lightly on either side of your head, and they are actually rather warm and fuzzy. You like it.
You feel his shift behind you, “But…Aren’t you ever afraid I’ll hurt you? Like, really hurt you?”
“No,” you immediately answer, “You would never.”
“How can you feel so sure?” You can hear his voice near your ear now, he’s leaned in closer, eyes locked onto your neck, breath slightly heavy.
You press your backside into him, letting your small frame be dwarfed by his, “Because you care about me, Mr. Wolf.”
“And I care about you too. So you can hurt me. Just make it feel good.”
Your necklace silently slips out of his fingers and onto the floor. He’s trembling behind you and you glance curiously at his face instead of the mirror.
“Mr. Wolf?” You ask when he’s stays quiet.
You’re startled when he actually growls, the sound deep and ragged, making a shiver run through your body.
He doesn’t move his hands from your neck, or pull away, instead he nuzzles his face close to you, pupils blown out, and maw slightly agape.
“Why…why do you have to say things like that? Can’t you see it’s hard to control myself as is?” He doesn’t sound angry, just frustrated, an air of desperation in his tone. “Even now I just want to mark up that pretty human neck so fucking bad. You’re making it so damn hard for me, sweetheart.”
His words send a heat straight to your core, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. His spine goes ramrod straight at the sound, and before he can scramble away you grab onto his hands, pulling softly at the plush fur. He doesn’t yank them away, (you suspect he’s scared of hurting you), but he starts to sweat nervously.
“Moe please. I’m not so fragile as you think,” You say breathlessly.
You can tell he’s on the cusp of giving in. His eyes keep darting to your lips, and his hands twitch in your grip.
He shakes his head, as if trying to dispel a fog, “Baby, look at yourself.”
You make a noise of question.
One of his hands pulls itself gently from your grip, and wraps around your thin wrist instead, “You see how small you are? How easily I could snap this arm if I got carried away? How easy it would be to simply squeeze until it cracked?”
There’s silence.
He continues, “And look at this face,” Mr. Wolf prods at your cheek, the gesture making you giggle a bit despite his serious tone, “So soft. And cute. One small scrape from my claws and you’re bleeding. Maybe even a scar.”
Then he moves down to your small waist, hand placed almost possessively, “And here,”
He pauses, and you wait patiently for him to speak again.
“If I so much as press down too hard on these lovely hips, you’d have bruises for weeks.” He says, but he looks almost enchanted by the idea.
You finally talk again, turning around fully and putting a hand to his face gently. The two of you almost look like you’re dancing, with his hands on your hips and your arms stretched out just to reach him.
“Like I said,” You continued firmly, “I know for a fact you would never hurt me too badly. You’re my good boy.”
Mr. Wolf’s tail starts to sway slowly, the rustling almost loud in the quiet room. He still makes no move to touch you further, but you can see the fluff up in his cheeks when you called him that nickname.
“And you wanna be my good boy, right Mr. Wolf?” You say softly, looking up at him through your lashes.
The only warning you get is a snarl, before you are on your back, letting out a small gasp from the impact. He’s on top of you quickly, large body pinning you down easily, fuzzy face nuzzling desperately at your neck, licking and kissing until you’re moaning, wriggling against the floor and his heavy frame. One of your hands automatically goes up to scratch the coarse fur behind his ears, and you’re surprised when instead of going limp like he usually does, the wolf actually moans, the sound drawn out and full of satisfaction. It makes you want him even more.
“Want you so bad,” Your wolf barely manages to growl out, his voice going deeper and deeper no matter how many times he clears his throat, “Is it really okay? Can I do this to you? Really?”
Instead of answering him, you roll your hips against him as best you can, and before you know it he’s grabbing your hips roughly and slamming them back down against the ground, upper lip curved upward to reveal his sharp teeth. He bared them menacingly, but you just reach up and trail a finger around the side of his jaw, before making contact with the pearly whites of his teeth. He lets you gently pry them open, and he licks at your fingers, intense gaze never leaving your face. The more you explore his sharp canines, the more Mr. Wolf starts to shrink, face turning a bit worried.
“Like em’?” He asks nervously, taking care not to move his jaw too much while your fingers are in his mouth.
You feel warm knowing that he was still treating you with such tenderness, “I do.”
He gulps, then pauses, “Then can I…” He trails off.
It’s almost funny how nervous and careful he was being, even though he was on top of you, basically holding you down. You move your hands to behind his ear again, looking up at him fondly.
“What is it?”
He coughs, and raises his head away from you, looking to the side, “Can I mark you up a little bit? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
You answer almost immediately, “Yes. Please, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”
Mr. Wolf seems taken back by your admission, but then breaks out into a sly grin.
“Alright then,” He says, swooping down to come closer to you again, “Let’s see if you really aren’t as fragile as you look, shall we?”
You barely get the chance to nod before he’s licking your neck, the new sensation making you squirm under him. A massive hand pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you still as he kisses at your throat, and you can feel his breathing get heavier and heavier the more noises you make.
“Oh!” You can’t help but gasp when he nips softly at your skin, teeth lightly grazing your pulse.
Mr. Wolf freezes, but you are quick to reassure him.
“It feels good; please don’t stop,” you say breathlessly.
It’s only a moment before he’s back at work, biting and sucking like he couldn’t get enough of your taste. His maw was large enough to easily snap your neck with one bite, but instead of scaring you, the thought just made you more excited, knowing that you really fully trusted this wolf with all your heart.
“God, you look so pretty like this,” He mumbles between bites, “Ya little human neck all sorts of reds and purples…so damn perfect. And you’re all mine. Makes this all so much better. Finally get to hear you make those cute fucking noises. ”
You feel his words rather then hear them, tone full of possessiveness, the deep rumble rocking your small body. Your neck feels a bit sore at this point, and you can feel a slight throb from where his hands grip tightly at your shoulders and waist. But you feel greedy; you want more.
“Mr. Wolf,” You say, face flushed and body unbearably warm, “Please take off your shirt for me. I want to see you.”
He pulls away from you, hot breath brushing against your face, “Ah—alright sweetheart. But only if you’ll take off yours too.”
You can’t stop the small squeak you make when he leans in close, devious smirk on his face,“I wanna see if I can mark up the rest of your body too.”
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#mr wolf#the bad guys#mr wolf x reader#reader#imagine#writing#reader insert#the bad guys mr wolf#wolf#moe wolf#what the heck
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Just Peachy.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, overall very fluffy and cute
Requested: nope
Summary: in which Y/N gets hurt and Ransom is the perfect fiancé.
Author's Note: hiya peeps! ok im gonna say it,,, im a hoe for soft!ransom idc idc. enjoy!
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"If anything happens while I'm at work, if you get hurt, don't hesitate to call me, alright? I'll be home in 15 minutes. Just call." Wise words by Ransom Drysdale, her fiancé.
Was she going to do that? Nope! Y/N grumbled from her position on the ground; she was walking down the stairs when she had tripped and fallen, ending up in a heap on the floor with one ankle definitely broken and a cut on her temple. Slowly, as the pain got too much to bear, she started crawling to the best of her abilities towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
As she neared the bathroom her hopes went up, until she saw the cupboard above the sink on top of which the first aid kit was kept. "Who fucking keeps it so high up?" she cursed under her breath as she grabbed the sink, slowly standing up, praying the sink wouldn't break under her as she applied her full body weight on the poor thing. She was successful.
Now putting her entire weight on her good foot, she reached up and, severely underestimating the weight of the kit, yanked it up, causing the heavy box to come crashing down on her. "Damn it, fucking son of a—" she cursed loudly as the box knocked her off her already weak feet. She fell on her back with a grunt and the heavy box landed on her chest, forcing her to exhale a breath. "Fuck."
Y/N forgot to hear a painful crunch.
She started lifting her hands to push the kit away when a sharp pain shot through her left wrist, causing her to wince. "Oh, great, another broken limb? Just what I needed. Great. Fucking peachy," she muttered and shoved the box away with her right hand, moving to sit up. She tried to crawl out of the bathroom but this time, with only one hand to support her, the task was perilous.
Ransom tapped his fingers on his desk at work in the tune of his favorite song, frowning at the blank open document in front of him. He was working on his second book, but today, inspiration was nowhere to be found. No ideas were coming to his head on how to proceed with the next chapter. I wonder what Y/N is doing, he thought and smiled softly at the thought of his fiancée.
Ransom and Y/N met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. He was being his usual, bitter self in the gardens outside the lavish mansion (yes, a mansion) when Y/N had approached him first. "Hi there, I'm Y/N. I noticed you were being too quiet and you slipped out, and wondered if you wanted to talk to someone?"
He wanted to push her away for talking to him like that, especially since he left the house for a reason, but instead he just smiled at her. A genuine smile. "I'd like that a lot." And so, they talked. Ransom was proud to announce that he had first fallen for her nature, her personality and her demeanor instead of her looks, which was what made their relationship special.
At least for Ransom, given the type of man he used to be.
Y/N was extremely gorgeous in his eyes. That was simply an added bonus. By the end of the party, both of them had walked into the house again and Ransom had put on quite a show about asking her out to dinner, which she readily agreed to. She knew what kind of a man he was; spoiled, full of himself and had a big attitude problem but that one talk with him changed her perception of Ransom Drysdale.
He was truly nice to the people he cared about, one of them being her. They talked for a short while and he was nothing short of polite, sweet and funny at times. He flirted endlessly since that was part of his personality but she didn't mind, she liked it, even. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and now, 4 years later, engaged.
"Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit…" Y/N chanted as she slowly crawled to the living room, the pain in her body increasing by the minute. Finally putting her pride aside, she grabbed her phone off the couch and called Ransom, falling to the floor with deep breaths. Ransom's eyes snapped away from his laptop and landed on his phone when it started ringing.
Grinning, he picked up the call when Y/N's smiling face came into view. The moment she spoke, though, his grin dropped. "Hugh…" Y/N choked out, eyes filling with tears when the pain finally caught up to her. "Y/N? Bubba, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, immediately leaping to his feet. He shut the laptop, grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, towards his car. Work be damned.
"It's— it's nothing. I'm sorry for calling, I know you're busy—" He nearly scoffed. "Babe, listen to me. You're more important. I'm coming home, I just left the office. Speak to me, bub, tell me," he insisted as he drove like a madman towards his house. "Just got hurt a little bit," Y/N mumbled and Ransom's heart broke. "Darling, I'll take care of it when I get home."
Thankfully, 15 minutes later, he reached home. Ransom hurriedly parked his car and threw open the front door, freezing when he saw his fiancée lying near the couch on the floor, the phone still in her hand as her eyes snapped away from the ceiling towards him. "Ransom," she stuttered and he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. His thumb swiped the blood on her temple.
God, did he want to punch her on her stupid, beautiful face for telling him she was just a little hurt. "Bub, what's this?" He picked her up and placed her on the couch, moving to take her hand but it fell limp… in a weird angle. His eyes widened. "Is your wrist broken?" he whispered and Y/N nodded, turning away from him. "And you had the fucking audacity to tell me it was nothing?!" he screamed.
She kept silent as he checked the rest of her body, finding out that her ankle was broken as well, the skin around it swollen black and blue. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" he muttered as he called a doctor, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't want to disturb you." She was wheezing and he turned to her, only to see her clutching at her chest with a pained expression on her face.
"Baby?"
"Hurts." He sat up and ripped the t-shirt off her, eyes darkening when they landed on the bruise forming on her chest and between the valley of her breasts. "What the fuck happened when I was gone?" he hissed as he covered her up again. "I… I fell down the stairs first and broke my ankle," she began, fidgeting. "Well you should've called me then!" he insisted, exasperated.
"I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted in a small voice and Ransom's resolve broke. He teared up a bit and pressed his lips to hers, shaking his head. "You're not a burden, Y/N. I told you, if you're hurt at home, call me. I meant it. Even if it's a paper cut, call. Even if it's a skinned knee, call. I'm always here for you, and I always will be here." Y/N sniffled under him.
"Ransom…" He gently sat her up and sat next to her, only to pull her on his lap as he held her close. "Don't you dare think you're a burden ever again. I signed up for this. A burden is something you're not willing to carry. This? I'm willing to carry this to the end of the world," he whispered, squeezing her body as tightly as he could without crushing her. "I love you, Ran."
I love you, too.
"I know, sweetcheeks." And he grinned when her head shot up and she promptly slapped him on the cheek. "You're so full of yourself, Drysdale," she huffed. "You still love me," he hummed as she snuggled into his arms. "Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, yeah, yes I do," she sighed.
Soon, the doctor arrived, patched her up and said the worst thing she had ever heard in her life.
"Bedrest for 2 weeks till the ankle heals."
And seeing Ransom's shit-eating grin had caused her to glare so viciously at him that even he had cowered. "Babe, doctor's orders, can't help it." After the doctor left, they were now laying side by side on their bed, staring at each other. "I can't just sit here with nothing to do!" she whined, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her, sighing.
"Well, face the reality, kitten. You're staying here and that's an order."
"Funny you think you can boss me around, sweetheart."
"I know I can't but this time, I will. I'll strap you down to the bed, mark my words," Ransom said with a roll of his eyes. "Kinky," Y/N snickered and Ransom kissed her nose with a smirk. "You are not getting up, Mrs Drysdale," he whispered and she pouted, jutting her lower lip out as far as she could along with giving him puppy eyes. "Please, Ran?" Ransom laughed.
"No." She groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine! I'll just get up when you go to work," she spoke smugly and Ransom turned to her, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't." He leaped up from the bed, making her whine. "Where are you going?! I need cuddles, Ran, I'm hurt!" she insisted and he got back into bed, taking out his phone. "I'm making calls to work. I'm gonna work from home now."
"You don't have to do that!" she insisted vehemently but Ransom refused to hear it. "I have to! To make sure your cute, dumb little ass stays in bed like the doctor said," he huffed. After one phone call, he sighed in relief and relaxed against the bed. "Pays to be a Thrombey, ya know," he chuckled, ruffling Y/N's hair as she snuggled into his side.
She was a mess. Her left hand was in cast, and so was her right ankle. After the doctor left she had taken off her t-shirt, leaving her in her sports bra, the wound on her chest a deep purple with flecks of red. There was also a bandaid on her temple for the small cut. "I figured." It was quiet for some time. "You never finished the story, babe. How did you get so hurt?"
"Well, first the stairs incident, I told you. After that, I was going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit but it was too heavy. I didn't know that so when I lifted it, it fell on me. I broke my wrist from hitting it on the floor too hard and the first aid kit fell on my chest," she huffed, "The pain was too much so I called you." Ransom frowned. "You should've called earlier."
"I know. Sorry."
"It's okay, baby, I'm here now," Ransom smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head. "I'm getting tired," she yawned as the adrenaline started wearing off. "Sleep." Ransom adjusted himself so he was now half-lying on the bed, back resting against the headrest as he gathered Y/N in his arms. She fell asleep a few minutes later.
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"Ran…"
Y/N touched his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets instead of his warm body. She blinked the sleep away and sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. Running a hand through her messy hair, she stood up and limped towards the stairs. 2 weeks had passed and as the doctor said, her bedrest was over.
Her ankle had healed but not fully, while the wrist was still in a cast. The wound on her chest was also feeling loads better. She walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen area only to see Ransom cooking breakfast. "Ran," she whined and he turned around. "Y/N! Get your ass in bed, why are you here?"
"It got lonely." She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his bare back. "Alright, fine." He spun around and grabbed her waist, lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter. "Sit here." Y/N smiled lazily as she placed her head on his shoulder, watching him cook. He was making eggs. Omelettes.
"How did you sleep?" he questioned when the silence stretched on. "I slept well. The ankle doesn't hurt as much, nor the wound on my chest. But the wrist…" She sighed and Ransom looked at her with a sad smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "It'll get better, I promise. I'm not going to stop taking care of you."
"I'd like that very much," she replied shyly and he grinned. It was true, Ransom had truly taken care of her well. Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed everyday for 2 weeks, he worked in their room and they had cuddled more in the two weeks than they had in their entire relationship. Y/N was super happy with their arrangement.
Of course, sometimes Ransom would be too busy, leaving her alone in the room while he worked downstairs or had a meeting with someone. But then he'd make it up to her by offering more snuggles and kisses. "My best girl," he murmured, placing the omelette he was making on a plate. He then carried the plate to the dining room, leaving her on the kitchen counter.
He returned just as fast, gathering her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her to the dining table as well. "You're strong," she teased and he huffed. "I better be, or all that working out will be for nothing." She laughed and he placed her down on a chair. "Eat well, I'll be back." With another kiss dropped to her head, he went back to the kitchen area.
Y/N wondered how she became so lucky to have him as her fiancé. Yeah, sure, Ransom wasn't a very nice person in general but to her, he was the best. The man who once called his aunt unsavory things punched someone in the face when they had the audacity to call her the same things. "You better watch your fucking mouth or I'm gonna break all your teeth."
It hadn't affected her much anyway but seeing Ransom's reaction had sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He was ready to do anything for her. And she had to admit, lately, he was being very soft. She had noticed the changes in him around a year ago; he'd become… domestic, almost. It was fun to see him like that.
His family, well, they were less than pleased when Ransom had first introduced her to them. They thought she wasn't good enough for him and had even tried to break them down. But that had only made them stronger. Ransom was in love with her and nothing his family said was going to change that. "Y/N?"
She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked at Ransom. "Yeah?" He laughed and sat in front of her with his own plate of food. "You were lost in thoughts; the food's getting cold, honey." She cursed softly and laughed along, finally finishing her food.
How had she gotten so lucky?
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I think that Mia gets too bad of a rap from a lot of people.
Like yes, was she an agent of a super shady organization responsible for making a bio weapon that destroyed a great deal of lives? Yes. However we don’t know her motivation for joining them yet.
They could have lied honestly. Like The Connections could have advertised themselves to be a great, loving work environment and maybe Mia was young and naive and joined them. Or maybe she was desperate for money, and it was the only job that would hire her. Or hell, maybe she fully knew what they were and joined anyway, either on account of her morals being twisted back then or thinking that even though the company was evil maybe she could do good. Who knows, honestly.
Either way, with The Connections being a shady organization there’s like a very high chance that you don’t get to walk away from them alive. I’m sure if you quit they’d see you as a liability and take you out with no mercy. And that’s why I think Mia didn’t leave, because she knew she would be killed if she did, and maybe that’s why she took the job with Eveline, because it was more of a “you will do this or else” than an option for her (whether it was implied by her boss or if they were upfront about what bad things would happen if she didn’t take the job).
And maybe if her morals were twisted before I fully think meeting and falling in love with Ethan changed her if that was the case, because the Mia we see in RE7 and RE8 is a good person. We see that in how when the Baker’s rescue her she thanks them but tries to leave immediately and tries to warn them about staying away from Eveline (as shown in the note she left in the dlc “Daughters”). She could have tried to get them to call the hospital or her company but she didn’t, because she knew that she was under Eveline’s control and the longer she stayed there the more danger the family was. If she was a shitty person she wouldn’t have done this, she would have done everything she could to save herself.
We also see that in how she leaves a final video note for Ethan, telling him to stay away no matter what, because she didn’t want him to get dragged down in her mess. She knows how much Ethan loves her and I’m sure she knows if she sent a video saying “Ethan pls help” he’d come running for her, but she didn’t because she loves him and wants him to live even if she can’t be there with him. We see it AGAIN when she saves Ethan from Eveline’s grasp, when she tears him from the mold thing he was in and pushes him out so Eveline couldn’t hurt him. Fully knowing she’d have to face Eveline’s wrath.
And for everyone saying “why didn’t she just tell him then” I mean think about it. I think if this super shady organization found out someone they didn’t hire knew what was going on they’d kill them because again they’d be a liability and a threat. And that’s why she doesn’t tell Ethan because she doesn’t want him to be targeted and killed by them. I think if she had the opportunity she would have left The Connections but knows that it would result in her death anyway, and telling Ethan the truth would just end in his death if they found out and it was too risky in her mind.
And I think it’s this same form of protection that prevents her from telling Ethan he’s infected. She says (or at least we can assume that this was her) in Donna’s section that she didn’t tell him because she was afraid she’d lose him. I don’t think he’d divorce her if he found out he was molded (that doesn’t really make sense for his character), I think she was genuinely afraid he’d die (again) or worse begin to transform into a monster the way the rest of the infected did. And that’s why she keeps it hidden because she was scared to death he’d die or suffer a worse fate. Am I saying she was right in hiding it? No, but I think that everyone saying she’s manipulative and gaslighting are wrong because she truly loves Ethan and Rose, and I know she’d give her life gladly if it meant they could live.
I saw other people get mad because Rose is essentially being used as a bio weapon and how could Mia let this happen and I’m like?? She probably doesn’t have a say?? I mean yes Blue Umbrella is supposed to be “the good guys” now but like they’re still a huge organization, I’m sure Mia did her best to prevent this from happening and keep Rose safe but like at the end of the day what can she really do against a huge company?? If anything get mad at Chris because I’m sure he’s got some clout or something in that company that could have allowed Rose to live a normal life without Umbrella or maybe not being used as a weapon but idk 🤷🏻♀️ a lot of people were like “Mia’s sO annoying at the beginning of the game” but fam that wasn’t even her?? That’s Miranda?? Besides even if it was Mia that blew up on Ethan in the hospital (as per Ethan’s diary) 1.) people deal with trauma differently, and I’m not saying it’s healthy but she’s scarred and doing her best and 2.) probably was afraid if they talked too much about Louisiana Ethan would realize he was infected and then BAM he’s either dead or a mutated monster. And in the cutscene of Mia saying “you matter!” Can you imagine the stress of knowing your husband is Mr Mold Man and not being able to do anything about it, out of fear of what could happen to him? Like of course she’s upset and going to blow when provoked (not that Ethan was aggressive or anything just that he was prying into a very high pressure soda that is Mia’s emotions lol) because she’s been bottling this up and has no one to talk to, and after a while anyone would explode. I think she would have told him if he hadn’t answered that call. Also marriage is not rainbows and butterflies, sometimes you get into messy fights with your partner and sometimes you or the other person say things you don’t mean but at the end of the day you love each other and try to be better. If anything Capcom was depicting a normal marriage tbh.
At the end of the day Mia is not the bad guy. She is only human who tried her best to keep her family safe against all the odds and idc what anyone says, Ethan and Mia love each other and have a healthy relationship and that’s that.
I hope I do this ask justice cause this is the kinda ask I’ve been like hoping for cause you are absolutely gosh damn right.
I’m a chill person & I’m never gonna probably get up into someone’s face about anything cause it’s fandom. I’m not here to cater your experience. That being said, when I see some of these frankly bad takes on Mia I’m like
We know Jack shit about why Mia joined the Connections. Literally nothing so people who have a whole solidified nasty opinion of Mia should probably just sit down. You don’t have to like her. But you also could like, idk, be absolutely dead wrong cause lol Capcom went, yeah we’re not gonna explain any of that.
I got the impression that in between re7 and re8 that they are hiding from the connections too but I may have misunderstood that In re8. I think it makes sense it’s the type of organization you do not leave. No matter how badly you want to and once Ethan came along, do people really think she’d risk him? Spoiler alert: no, no she wouldn’t.
Also, re7 started w Alan. He’s the one that let eveline get out of control so...I feel like people forget that.
I’ve been talking to a friend about people using the Miranda Mia against the real Mia and I don’t know how to kindly tell people that the game kinda absolutely explained that’s not Mia? I do think Mias got a temper which makes sense because Ethan is so even tempered that he can balance her out better. But Miranda Mia was a fuckin bitch. She was needling Ethan’s pain and mocking him. Do people think Ethan sat around for three years taking that? Ethan’s a big boy. He can take care of himself. He was even fighting back w Miranda Mia so manipulative and abusive takes belong in the toilet w the rest of the shit.
Mia blowing up at Ethan means nothing. My parents have proven to me marriage is not easy. You will lose it on people when emotions run high. It happens. There’s a world of difference between a moment of anger versus abuse. But you still love and forgive people for moments of anger because we all have them. And I’m sure Ethan can be just as much as a pain in the ass. I love him more than most and I’d be the first person to admit I’m sure he didn’t make it easy all the time either.
Mia held the truth from Ethan because she was scared not just for her but for him too. It’s a selfless kind of lie. We all do them so I don’t know why Mia is getting burned at the stake for it. I’m just not movable on this. That was a heavy thing to carry and she was doing her best.
As for Rose, I don’t even know what Capcom is doing. How can anyone else know? She’s special and powerful. Maybe she wanted that life? I think we can reserve judgement until re9.
Like I said above, no one has to like Mia. Maybe you don’t vibe w her or maybe you still just don’t care for her. That’s cool. But my gosh don’t lie about the kind of person she is. If you can’t acknowledge her world and heart belongs to Ethan and Rose, I’m just not sure what to tell you.
Sorry for ranting on your ask nonnie 😆 I really appreciate that you sent this in! It needed said imo
#thanks for the ask nonnie!!#resident evil#ethan winters#mia winters#mithan#resident evil spoilers#resident evil 7#resident evil 8#mrs joe speaks#long post
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Andddd here’s my chappy three thoughts 🥳🥳🥳
Hmmm Katniss saying that her mother has a dress made of velvet is actually really interesting because it shows that Mrs. Everdeen Lily-Rose really was well-er off before she married Katniss’ father Hunter.
Or did she get the velvet dress from Maysilee? Oh well, who knows.
Aww, Katniss’ nervous habit of touching soft things repeatedly to soothe herself 🤧🤧.
“Crying is not an option. There will be more cameras at the train station.” — someone tell that to Peeta 🤣🤣🤣.
Okay I gotta stop picking on Primmers, I know but like. How small is she that she sits on Katniss’ lap like a toddler but then in the following year is the same height as her? Doesn’t matter I know but still I wonder.
Okay so Mrs. E is the doctor for the people of the Seam? Idk I never thought about this but who does people like Peeta or Madge or Delly go to if they’re sick or hurt? Is there a still running apothecary shop that Katniss never mentions? Are her grandparents still running the family biz?
Also okay, I gotta stop having so many thoughts on all the lil details I know but like. Katniss says here she’s familiar with the herbs her mother doesn’t grow on her own so like a). Katniss is more of a healer than she leads on because no average person knows what kind of plant is medicinal and b). Her mother is just growing herbs and Katniss never mentions it again in the whole series? Or I just missed it.
Okay imma move on from this one singular paragraph but Gale and her made a pact a year ago that they’ll supply each other’s family with game if they were to be reaped... I’m feeling like their close friendship is probably only one year old then? Idk. Just my interpretation.
Honestly I love Katniss getting mad at her mom here.
She’s sixteen, for God’s sake, of course she’s angry at what her mother’s illness put her through.
Also I lowkey like that her mother got mad back because that lady in the movies had zero personality.
“Boys who are two to three times my size.” She sounds so little, omg 🥺🥺🥺.
“I don’t care if we’re rich, I just really want you to come home” 🤧🤧🤧😩😩😩😩 okay Primmers, you got me here.
“the Peacekeeper is at the door, signaling our time is up, and we're all hugging one another so hard it hurts and all I'm saying is ‘I love you. I love you both.’ And they're saying it back...” this is so sad leave me be 😫😫😫😫
Katniss is burying her face in a pillow to block out her emotions this is too much for me 🥵🥵🥵
Omg I forgot Peeta’s father visits Katniss 😅
Why does he visit Katniss?
She describes Peeta’s father as a “big, broad-shouldered man.” And then describes Peeta as stocky. Idk the comparison of the two descriptions has always led me to think Peeta is gonna be a big dude when he grows up like his father. This made no sense and had zero correlation but I thought, so I said it, no regrets
Oh he brought her cookies 🤧
WAIT WAIT WAIT. I just had a new thought, y’all. What if instead of the baker bringing cookies being a thing he does for all tributes, what if he’s bringing the cookies because Peeta asked him to, because he made them and wants to give them to Katniss and knows she’ll never accept / trust them coming from her competition? What if that’s the real reason the baker visited her in the first place? Because Peeta asked him to? This was such a shipper comment but idc, no regrets, remember?
Omg Peeta’s father is just mute 🤣🤣🤣
Between an abusive, angry mother and a mute for a father, the Mellark brothers must have had a fairytale of a childhood 😅😅😅😅.
But seriously #PoorPeetaMyBaby
Aww Peeta’s father is gonna help keep Prim alive 😭
Omg I just remembered he’s her mother’s ex boyfriend. Haidon Mellark, as I named him in my fics.
That one fic where he was thought to be Prim’s real father is just playing now in my head, rent free.
But does Katniss not realize that he may be offering to help Prim as a favor to her? Like she claims Prim is just so wonderful people adore her but there’s like zero evidence in the text that make her endearing? Okay I need to turn this bus around, I need to find a love for Primmy Deen.
Madge is not one for preamble apparently. No “hi, how are you? I’m sorry you’re gonna die? What will your last meal be?” Just right to “here, wear this family heirloom of mine, k thanks.”
I like that Madge had to kiss her cheek for Katniss to realize they were friends 😅😅😅.
I remember always loving her and Gale’s hug here. I’ve always felt like it was platonic, but especially when I first read the books and had zero preference one way or another for Gale or Peeta, I really liked how she said even with nothing romantic between them, “when he opens his arms, I don’t hesitate to go to him” or something I’m paraphrasing ok I’m lazy
Also though, this is the first time they’ve ever hugged? Idk why that surprises me? It shouldn’t because where is a hug gonna fit into a hunting trip 😅🤣😂 “I just caught a deer!” “let’s celebrate with a hug!”
I like that Katniss remembers how her father even failed to make a good bow sometimes. Random, I know.
I like that the Capitol weren’t entertained by the people freezing to deaths because it wasn’t bloody enough 🤭🙃
“How different can it be [to kill a human vs an animal]?” She’s about to find out, Gale 🥺. And when she comes back you won’t understand 🙄😔
What did Gale want to say before the Peacekeepers dragged him away?
I used to think it was a confession of love but I’m actually sure it wasn’t now? Just the wording “remember I-“ doesn’t sound like it, considering he never confessed anything prior to her coming home.
I’m assuming now he was just gonna give her some more advice to stay alive 🤷🏼♀️. Clearly if it were relevant it would have made its way to the others books.
Aww, she’s never been inside a car before 😭😭. I didn’t even know they had cars in this universe but okay.
I notice though how she says “In the Seam, we travel on foot.” So is Peeta just riding his trolly down the street every day with the other merchants then? 🤣
Peeta just openly crying on camera 😅😢.
I like how Katniss is like “ooo is this an act to get sponsors?” when in reality Peeta’s like “no, I’m just a soft and genuine boy ™️”
Omg I just realized this totally goes along with Peeta’s thing later on “I want to die as myself”
He’s refusing to hold back his emotions because he thinks he’s doomed to die and he’s already refusing to pretend to be or feel something ingenious.
But a Johanna mention in book 1 chapter 3 woohoo 🥳🥳🥳 also Katniss comparing Jo and Peeta is kind of like foreshadowing of their shared torture in book 3.
Omg she just called Peeta broad-shouldered and strong. 🥰🥰🥰 my headcanon for his post-canon body is confirmed
Also why does Katniss keep allotting his strength to carrying bread trays around? Are they heavy? Why have I never once heard of people who carry bread trays being strong? I always thought Peeta was really strong because he learned to fight in order to defend himself against his mother but that’s probably wrong.
But if a mother is abusive, it can lead to one of the kids being physically violent as well and we know Peeta isn’t but he has two older brothers I’m gonna cut myself off now but I think we all smelled what I just stepped in.
Also I just find it so fascinating now how she regards herself vs Peeta here.
When talking about herself, she says, “The competition will be far beyond my abilities. [...] Oh, there'll be people like me, too. People to weed out before the real fun begins.” But when she talks about Peeta, she immediately says, “It would take an awful lot of weeping to convince anyone to overlook him.”
It’s just funny how she discounted herself right from the start but thought he was a real contender and then come to find out, Peeta believes it’s the exact opposite 😂🙃. They’re both so stupid I can’t even take it.
Wait did they actually give the location of the Capitol and the location of District Twelve in today’s world? And I just overlooked it? Brb I’m gonna go to google maps right quick.
Okay so basically what I gathered is the Capitol is probably in New Mexico and District Twelve is somewhere between Kentucky and Alabama. Irrelevant I know. But just a reminder now to everyone that Katniss and Peeta are literally speaking, crying and screaming in thick, backwoods southern accents.
It’s literally so sad how everything for Katniss is about food. Like every motive she has, every action she does is about preventing starvation ever again. 🤧🤧🤧
First mockingjay mention 🤭🤭.
“My father was particularly fond of mockingjays” 😭😭😭 I bet he was 😭😭😭😭
We always go on and on about how Katniss is a mockingjay or her children are mockingjays but Katniss herself here says mockingjays represent her father imma cry, y’all 😫😫😫😫
“It’s like having a piece of my father with me, protecting me” shut up shut up shut up shut up
Awww, Katniss has never had food like this before 😔😔😔
Neither has Peeta 🤧🤧
Katniss disliking the way Effie put the two kids from the year before down and so began to eat like a pig just to prove her point, is so her. And the beginning of her fighting for the underdog.
Omg the Rue introduction 🥺🥺🥺
Bahahahaha the commenters calling District Twelve backwards but charming 😅😅😅 they really are the hillbilly district
Peeta’s unexpected laugh 🥺🥺🥺 I love you, baby
“He was drunk. He’s drunk every year.” “Every day.” Katniss and Peeta are already finishing each other’s sentiments and teaming up to get on Effie’s nerves I love them so much 😍
Oh my God, Effie, you selfish jerk. They’re kids having fun for like one second, no need to throw in their faces they’re gonna die if the drunk won’t help them. I’d forgotten why I don’t really like the book version of her. I actually prefer her as comedic relief in the movies.
I actually just realized I really dislike Effie Trinket, I hope they never speak to her again Post-Mockingjay. Idc how you’re raised you don’t need to treat teenagers who are sentenced to a probable death badly just because they laughed at you 🙄🙄🙄😡😡😡😡. They didn’t even really laugh at her, she’s just annoying and awful, we don’t stan Effie in this household.
Okay, that’s all for my thoughts on chapter three! Until next time, y’all ! If anyone actually read this long mess of a post.
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Baby | knj
Baby
—Your daughter had been so sure about one thing. You are Baby. End of discussion.
Word Count: 1,268
Content/s: FLUFF, drama (super light, extra smol), established relationship, married life, husband and wife au, dad!namjoon is a p r e c i o u s concept & I'm glad we all agree
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
A/N: Hi, hello, idc if I'm posting out of schedule, this would've been a better tribute for Joonie's birthday but I went away and posted the one that's been in the drafts SO hERE I AM, houRS AFTER COOING AND FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CONCEPT OF F U T U R E D A D to deliver you this short blurb inspired by the stuff i saw on twt 😩👌💕 Hope y'all enjoyed!
[masterlist]
Any couple with a kid would gladly attest to the saying that parenting is no easy feat. The two of you, of course, have found fact in such a statement and have always managed. You, yourself, think you two did a brilliantly decent job raising Luna, your four-turning-five-year-old who had recently donned her big girl shoes on and entered the great unknown—kindergarten.
Now, you don't really know why you've been called in to meet with the teacher instead of doing the usual routine of waiting by the school gates, but you were certain that your sweet, little angel didn't do anything wr—
"What do you mean she got into a fight?"
Your jaw falls slack as you turned to the little girl sheepishly sitting in the chair next to you. An eyebrow of yours raised, waiting for her explanation, but Luna refused to meet with your questioning gaze. "Luna," you call out, soft yet firm so as to not scare her into not speaking a word.
"Well, Mrs. Kim," the teacher, Ms. Oh, began, catching your attention once more. She brings her hands together over the wooden desk with an awkward smile gracing her features, somewhat unsure of how to properly tell the story itself. "Luna here threw a little fit when one of her classmates, Chunsa, made fun of your name."
The confusion that seizes you knows no limits. "My name?" You incredulously ask. What's wrong with my name?
Ms. Oh glances at Luna for a moment before clearing her throat. "She said that your name was Baby," she tells you, "Chunsa laughed, because she found it funny and proceeded to make fun of it with the others. The fight, fortunately, was able to be stopped before anyone got hurt."
You could hardly believe your ears. Luna is a reserved girl, always has been, inheriting her father's introverted tendencies and love for books. She has the patience of a saint, too. For her to be like this...
"Baby?" You found yourself muttering aloud. "Why would she—oh..."
Oh no.
A blush stains across your cheeks an unmistakable red, spreading like an unstoppable forest fire except the one that got slain is your will to live. "I," you stammer, scrambling to find an excuse. "It's just that, uhm," you coughed into one hand. "Her, uh, father used to call me... baby before we got married. He still, uh, calls me that to this day. We didn't—"
You glance at your daughter, who was now looking at you with complete and utter betrayal. All you could muster to give to the both of them was an apologetic smile. "We didn't expect her to do such a thing," you told Ms. Oh in all honesty.
The silence that hung in the air was killing you mentally, when really you want it done physically so you can be rid of this mortification. Can the ground just swallow you whole please? Thanks.
To save yourself and your daughter from any more of this agony, you stood up, securing your shoulder bag with one hand before bowing to the young kindergarten teacher, both as an apology and as a farewell. "My husband and I will discuss it later," you solemnly swore, "I promise it won't happen again."
You grabbed Luna's hand, coaxing her to utter a small goodbye with you before taking the two of you out of the school grounds and into the parking lot where you had parked your car. You usher your daughter into her place in the backseat before hopping onto the driver's seat yourself and driving onwards to home.
As soon as you drove a good distance away from the school, a loud outbreath of relief escapes you, along with a little chuckle for you have been made a clown after that little hooha. Come to think of it, if all the embarrassment could just leave your body right now for even just a damn second, the scene that had just unfolded was hilarious.
Luna, behind you, however, looks at you with a puzzled expression. Eventually, she speaks up. "Mommy," she slowly began, "did I... did I really do an oopsie?"
You glance at her through the rearview mirror, offering her an assuring smile to ease her guilt. "It's okay, honey," you tell her, "you didn't know. Just don't fight with anyone again, hm? Remember what daddy said?"
Luna nods. "Violence is never the answer," she utters Namjoon's reminders along with you. Still, she fiddles with her fingers.
"What's your real name then, mommy?"
You beam a smile. "Mommy's name is (Y/N), sweetie," you tell her, "we can try spelling and writing it later if you want."
Your little offer seems to have efficiently lift her mood a little. She nods enthusiastically, but her curious eyes were still swimming with thoughts and questions. "Why does Daddy call you baby then?" She asks.
Nearly but fortunately not so, your grip on the steering wheel loosens as your throat chokes on your spit for a moment. You clear your throat. "Well," you began, scouring your head for a suitable explanation, "it's like a nickname! You know how mommy calls you honey sometimes? Or sweetie? Or, how daddy calls you moonchild?"
Luna nods understandably, getting a grasp onto the concept. "But why does he always call you baby?" She soon asks, not fully satisfied with your initial statement.
See, now that's not wholly true—but your daughter will have even more questions, so you're gonna have to shut up about that and just go with the hell of it. "Sometimes," you say, "sometimes, it just gets stuck that way, y'know? Like how you'll always call me mommy or eomma, and how you'll always call daddy your daddy or appa."
Luna, for now seemed to have enough. A small 'ah...' leaving her lips, as she resorts to looking out the window for amusement.
All you could do at that moment was let out yet another outbreath of relief—this time quieter so as not to catch Luna's attention again. Still, your lips tugged upwards.
Baby, huh? Wait 'til Namjoon hears about this.
BONUS
"We're home!"
Your voice rings throughout the house, as you lock the door behind you. Luna runs along and into the kitchen, immediately sensing her father was there.
You enter the premises to see Namjoon ducking down to her height in order to perform their daily kiss on the cheek ritual. He had been at the dining table, coffee in one hand—presumably taking a break from composing.
Just as you reach the two of them, Luna runs off to play with her dolls, leaving you alone with your husband. You lean down to press a light kiss on his lips, which he greatly welcomes. You sat on the chair next to him, resting your cheek against the palm of your hand. "You can not believe what just happened at school today," You halfheartedly groan, ready to spill some tea.
Namjoon chuckles, glancing at you as he sips on his mug. "Humor me," he tells you with an encouraging pat on the thigh.
Though the touch of hand sends shivers down your spine, you carry on with your words. "Luna got in trouble today," you say, "because she genuinely thought my name was baby and her classmates made fun of her for it."
"She what?"
You laugh at the ridiculous expression that seizes Namjoon's face. "Guess how she came to such a conclusion," you mused, eliciting a chuckle from your husband.
"Hm, yes," he feigns to ponder with a smirk, "I wonder how."
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EPISODE 5
tw: discussion of suicide
- this poor fucking makeup seller is prolly standing there awkwardly like um.. thats cute i guess....are you gonna buy the shit u just dipped ur whole ass finger in or??
- DO NOT FUCKING TELL ME THAT WAS GOO RYEON
- ok i fw these hets woo-jin put in that Work for their grill tent date. pillows, lights, handcooked food ON A ROOFTOP so he carried all that shit....they are in love your honor
- na-young u are so forward and cute and lowkey insane i know youre married and also fictional but like 👀👀 we cld make it work just saying. plus your husband is a cute artistic introvert so i feel like wed click 👀👀
- jun-woong rly flexed at them before running away
- I KNEW I WAS RIGHT TO BE ON TEAM LIM RYUNG-GU FROM JUMP FUCK THEM UP SIR!!!
- ik hes like depressed and repressed and having like a whole breakdown but sir please learn how to talk. dont break up w somebody cos u think its whats best for them when u still love them wout having a conversation about why. especially not a crazy bitch like im in love w her n everything but anybody who cant live wout someone is automatically crazy idc the reason facts r facts. being crazy is the only rational thing 2 do in certain situations. anw this got off topic thanks adhd TLDR woo-jin please practice having conversations when Experiencing Emotions
- WHY ARE THEY RUNNING BACK LIM IS ONLY DOING THIS TO GIVE YALL TIME TO FIND WOO-JIN YALL ARE FUCKING DUMB!!!
- now look at what u fucking did goo ryeon has some grim reaper ipad blood pact bullshit going on cos yall dont fucking know how to operate GOD that shit pissed me off
- did they really have 2 son lim so hard right after he beat down 3 grunts at once. like i get that rn mr sexy grim reaper is the big bad antagonist and all but damn
- "its bearable" shut up billy badass your everything hurts
- shit who needs a rooftop when this building where suicidal people stay have convenient and super accessible 5billion story stairwells?? put a fucking keycard lock on the door idiots
- THAT WAS GOO RYEON!!!
- sorry mr sexy grim reaper idk what u said in that meeting w the director after the part abt friction with your team and goo ryeons team i dont speak bitch 🤷♂️
- did. did she fucking sever her red string of fate
- having a heartfelt conversation while writing a "heartfelt" disiplinary report i love it. but damn still hurts ever time after centuries huh? the director really did choose the best hell for this woman
- literally just
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Tombstone spoilers
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Oh my god. This is my raw reaction (I’m posting in the morning) to finishing Tombstone at 3:30 am. I finished it less than a minute ago. I’m in shock. I’m still crying oh my god. Literally crying.
I did not expect to enjoy a western cowboy movie that fucking much???? But I did??? I don’t even know where to start. I’m not sure if the acting from Wyatt Earp’s actor was good or bad. I genuinely can’t tell. But I thought that Val Kilmer fucking carried that movie dear lord is he so beyond talented oh my god. He is so good in these kinds of roles (Jim Morrison) I swear I literally got goosebumps so so many times. I think he is an incredibly underrated actor & that movie is excited why. Jesus fuck he was incredible it felt so real. It was one of the best performances I’ve seen on that type of role from anyone I can’t. The acting overall was for the most part down right magnificent.
The absolute heart wrenching showing of tuberculosis too omg. Especially in lines as small as ‘forgive me if I don’t shake hands’ to his beautifully the makeup department & Val did with showing how physical the disease was. I’m not sure what else to complement besides the fact that ‘the dying man’ is such a common character but I don’t think you can really do much better at all in this case. Top marks.
& the way it was filmed & the shots were so beautiful. It was so timely & cinematic oh my god I can’t describe it. They used close up shots & far away shots both so beautifully & in such a meaningful way I wanna give the director I high five man.
Jesus even Johnny Ringo’s character was absolutely perfect. I don’t remember the actors name off the top of my head but he is absolutely brilliant as well as the rest of the cast. Including Russell who practically directed the entire thing. Jeez I think he was incredible in that role. Even Ike was a fantastic character I’m sorry but I can’t lie.
I could talk about the scene where Johnny Ringo & Doc Holliday first met forever I think. Not only did they but probably two of the best actors in the movie the same room together. But it’s probably one of the most well known scenes too. Just the belligerence & the absolute wit between the both of them, especially Holliday, is mesmerizing. I love the way he turns to his girlfriend & talks to himself over whether the fact he should hate him or not. & he ends up deciding to hate him because he reminds him of himself. Which is again brought up so fucking incredibly later on in the movie. I think it’s amazing they didn’t let that aspect of their characters fall though. I think that scene is just magnificent. The way Doc is so sly & coy with a simple shot glass. Just the way the own shots are mocking themselves as well as the characters in a way is just. God. It’s unmatched. & the way they bring back the ‘he’s drunk’ later in the movie too as such a juxtaposition is just. Shit man. It’s beyond brilliant.
The scene where they all were at a draw & then Doc just winks. & you can see the other actors face go from fear to anger. & then wyatt realizes. Good it’s just a greatly filmed & directed scene everything about it is perfect from the reactions to the shots.
Now. Here is where I might be getting a bit controversial. This movie is gay. It’s fucking gay.
It’s a love story between Earp & Holliday. I said it. From the very very beginning when they first see each other again I could tell that Holliday was pining, he was crushing. & Wyatt was too except he didn’t know it. It was in the ways he cared for his well being & if he needed anything. They both just supported each other & were such good friends throughout it all even in the small things. But the big gestures is where it gets me.
The first being the multiple times Holliday stood up & actually took a deadly fight for Earp. All whole literally dying himself. He was literally willing to do fucking anything for him he was in love idc. & the second being the scene where he is saying goodbye oh my god. & Earp gives him the fucking book ‘my friend Doc Holliday’ oh my god. That’s when I started crying. Cause it was Doc saying that if Wyatt really loved him he would have to let him go & be happy. & then he died clutching the little book his best friend gave him omg. I cried. & of course Wyatt had to fulfill his best friends last wish. That killed me.
There was even a deleted scene between Doc & his girl where she is asking him why he is leaving again. & she is like ‘it’s Wyatt, isn’t it? It’s always Wyatt’ or something to that effect. & dear god I wish that scene was included because it only further shows how close they were. Both did & his girl also went to the lengths of pushing at the fact that he could & wouldn’t mind dying from him. I just think that’s interesting. He literally would do anything for his friend & his girl knows it (as she called herself.)
But what strikes me most is both times Wyatt was walking away from Doc, thinking he would never see him again, he give him something. Like pretty important too. Idk it really got me in my feels & I’m kind of glad it was so subtextual as well as implied through the clearly more than friendly gestures. I don’t think they could have portrayed the fact that they were so sadly in love any better. In my opinion. God I cannot it’s so sad. & the fact that they stayed by each other. The. Whole. Time. Through literally everything. I can’t describe it. They deserved better but at the same time it was so perfectly heartbreaking.
The way he looked down at his feet at the end & laughs right before he died breaks my fucking heard. Because he thought he would be dying down the road or honestly anywhere else. With his boots on. With his friends. I can’t it just kills me. It’s such a small & missable detail but holy shit if you notice it it hurts like a bitch.
I just. I can’t. I really loved this movie. I didn’t expect to like it a bit. I expected to be bored. But the action sequences were amazing. Everything was beautifully filmed. The dialogue was amazing (see quotes below) & just. Overall it was a great movie. I can see why it’s so a-claimed. I understand Dean Winchester so naturally I have to watch the tombstone supernatural episode again. Ah.
I strongly suggest the movie. Obviously with consideration of heavy gun violence & death. But yea it was incredible. Val Kilmer is god I’m pretty sure. I will most definitely be watching this again & sobbing.
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“There’s no normal life. Wyatt. Theres just life. Now get on with it.”
“Don’t know how.”
“Sure you do. Say goodbye to me.”
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“Live Wyatt. Live for me. Wyatt if you were ever my friend. If you ever had the slightest feelin for me. Leave now. Please.”
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“What does he need?”
“Revenge”
“For what?”
“Being born.”
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“I was just foolin’ about.”
“I wasn’t.”
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“Apparently Mr. Ringo is an educated man. Now I really hate him.”
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“You’re so drunk, in fact, you’re probably seeing double”
“I have two Guns. One for each of ya”
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“Maybe pokers just not your game, Ike. I know. Let’s have a spelling contest.”
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“You’re no daisy. You’re no daisy at all. Pour soul. You were just too high strung.”
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“You’re a daisy if you do.”
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“What you doing this for anyway?”
“Wyatt Earp is my friend”
“Hell, I got lots of friends.”
“I don’t.”
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“I’m your huckleberry”
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“Not me. I’m in my prime.”
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God I could quote this whole movie.
But lastly y’all when they were playing cards on his death bed & Doc was like ‘I don’t wanna play anymore’. Yeah. That broke my heart. That scene is 10x more sad imo than Jack’s death in titanic.
& just the fact that his very very last moments alive were spent thinking about his friends future just shows how much they cared for each other. My heart hurts. Such a beautiful portrayal.
& yes I’m going on again about Val’s acting in this because he deserved a fucking Oscar. God. His sophisticated sarcastic & overall ugh everything of the role was absolutely perfection. It’s most definitely my favorite performance by him & maybe actually one of my top ever performances. He is so talented I cannot stress this enough.
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I was tying fast. Ignore any typos.
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werewolf ace and reaper sabo? *has been playing treasure cruise and died seeing ace*
OKAY this is not technically headcanons or a prompt but like ill forgive you bc werewolves are pretty great and lik e oh my god what the fuck is that giant-hand design???? ace what the fuck??? fire-ass giant hand cOLLAR WEARING FURRY this is hysterical. and yet! no wolf ears, cowards!
also lmao ok i dont play treasure cruise (i literally have no idea what its abt apart from idk, seasonal outfit shit???) and I GOTTA-- sabo wears ugly-ass clothing in canon yet in this app they’re like AH yes gotta make him BANGIN
like look ace has an excuse bc his outfit is sexy-ugly just like the rest of his clothes but SABO is like “yeah im here to kill you” and you just gotta stand there and take it like “okay sir”
apart from that MASK lmao
anyway in honour of ace’s costume choice have an ace/bo that’s basically crack sorry not sorry you’re welcome
OBVI ace/bo childhood friends look i have a type and that type is them being friends and then forgetting/being taken away from each other, so when mr assassin death squad man rocks up with his mask on and his hood up (bc its a favour for some ppl dragon wants on their side), ace is like YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE
“yes that is the point?”
and ace gets his cool ass candy-carrying dog to throw shit in sabo’s face and then bc ace is a fuckhead moron he attacks, gets in close so that scythe is a hindrance, not a help, and uses his FUCK BIG HANDS to break Sabo’s mask to pieces
and then ofc: YO WHAT THE FUCK, SABO?
“.......uh what how do you know me”
“BRO it’s ME bro” bc ace has all the brain cell of a college frat boy when trying to explain himself
“......... uh yeah okay” says sabo, confused and annoyed at his mask being broken but then ace is like MAKE OUT TIME
“do you remember tHAT! I WAS YOUR FIRST KISS AND I WILL BE YOUR LAST!”
“UH WHAT” goes sabo but uhh idk i guess this world has magic first kiss powers bc i say so, and he’s like WAIT how do i RECOGNISE YOUR MOUTH
“uh bc i was your first kiss i told you that??”
“blasphemy!” goes sabo and knocks ace unconscious
“fuck why did i do that” goes sabo, two minutes later
“okay i AM taking you alive, get dunked”
welcome to: temporary prisoner ace who’s kinda chill with the scenario bc nobody tries to kill him and they’re kinda nice and also SABO!!!!!
ace absoLUTELY tries to keep chill and unaffected by every time sabo is nice to him his tail starts fuckin THUMPING the floor and they both get embarrassed
BUT SABO CANNOT DENY THE MAGIC OF THE FIRST KISS et all et all and can’t help but fall, but be nice, because he’d already fallen once and the thing that’d gotten between them had been amnesia, not heartbreak
ehhhh a little bit of heartbreak on ace’s side
uh idk they start spending time together and sabo chills with ace in his cell and that leads to “oh well uh- I mean- look maybe we were- prove it to me again.” sabo says stubbornly “prove first kiss” and ace is like u H and kinda flustered but then he’s like OH and realises this is sabo’s way of asking for makeouts because he’s SHIT at feelings
welcome to werewolf/reaper makeouts, ace is basically a firefox motherfucker and hot as shit, sabo’s technically a spirit of the dead and a COLD fuckhead, both of them are like wow look at this tension between us HAHAH NO WE’RE NOT GONNA FUCK WE’RE NOT THERE YET
one time after makeouts ace thinks sabo would have Enough memories back to Handle stuff and he’s like oh man i missed you so much i love u so much, GENERAL SAPPY BS that ace says all the time, like an asshole, and sabo panics bc OFC he doesn’t have enough memories back and i need to move this along
blah blah base gets attacked, ace proves he could’ve gotten out any time he wanted using his scarf which is actually imbued with shapeshifting giant-wolf bullshit, ace saves sabo’s life - and probably a couple of other people idc - annNNNND sabo gets more memories triggered by it + head injury he receives at the end of the battle
He comes to a few days later, (memory returning fault, not injury fault), and ace is by his bedside. professes his regained memories, ace beams and his tail wags like HELLA annnnnnd then ace pouncing on him for excited makeouts turn into sabo being like yep we’re gonna fuck
“on this hOSPITAL BED”
“yep, pants off, let’s go”
they fuck and live happily ever after the end.
#anon#kink talk#saboace#look okay this is 95% crack but i dont know what you want from me bro#answered asks#fave
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i need a darcy lewis and steve rogers across the years fic, snippets of them having a moment together during the events of every movie or in between movies. idc what rating.
things i’d love to see (or headcanons in no particular order):
friend to lovers (like darcy is a great distraction for steve but i notice it’s like that’s all she is to him in most shieldshock fics? i’d like to see steve actually open up to her, like really trusting her with the pain/regret/longing he carries and darcy doing the same. and darcy being vulnerable and soft and not always her witty, vibrant self. and generally both of them being there for each other in more ways than one)
darcy character growth, adjusting to becoming a shield agent (not field tho)/liaison officer for the avengers, a bamf who totally kicks ass in her respective field but also has moments where she spectacularly fails, darcy having breakdowns, darcy celebrating her small and big wins, darcy adulting and babysitting a bunch of superheroes. darcy befriending everyone and managing them when they need to be managed
steve and darcy breaking up and getting back together.... a lot. sometimes it's steve who ends it, sometimes it's darcy. sometimes its bc of their line of work that makes it hard to stay connected so they drift apart, or that darcy gets anxious and sad to see steve stubbornly put others before himself, even if that means dying to save the world. maybe it’s their surprising mutual inability to let people in which is frustrating for both of them. and the both of them wishing things could be less complicated yet fiercely and hopelessly loving each other despite how different their personalities, work, and lives are
darcy having a serial dating phase after one bad breakup and realising she’s only dating people who reminds her of steve bc she’s obviously still in love with him. meanwhile, nat and sam calls steve out for religiously stalking darcy’s instagram for the past month and he freaks out when sam snatches his phone and likes all of her photos accidentally on purpose
steve calling her at night when he’s drunk (it takes a lot of bottles to get mr supersoldier drunk so this must be a very bad no good day for rogers to get shitfaced) because he’s a mess and needs to talk to someone who isn’t an avenger and darcy listens. she always listens
i used to not be a huge fan of the soulmate au but i like the idea that the universe has fated these two impossibly different individuals (yet weirdly similar in some ways) to be together
basically both of them being flawed human beings but trying to make it work despite the obstacles in their way
angst please, ptsd recovery (for both of them, i think working for SHIELD would get her into all kinds of trouble) and support (from each other + loved ones + therapy), hurt & comfort (post-snap, darcy is there for him after he loses bucky again)
optional: ok but the goddamn ANGST if tony was her dad (or uncle?? relative?? idk but they’re protective over each other) and darcy finds out what happened to them both during the end of civil war. steve either ghosts her after that, unable to face her after what he’s done or tony tells him to never come near her again and steve obliges.
but also fluff and them trying to be domestic and meeting darcy’s parents and holidays spent together and dancing (steve gets sad at first, suddenly remembering peggy and thinking it’s her in his arms again but darcy understands [ugly sobbing]. that night while laying in bed, darcy holds him and asks him about her and he tells her everything) and days when the world doesn’t need captain america
bucky and darcy bro moments, bonding through mutual love for steve and an unexpected hobby. bucky comforting darcy when steve is away. darcy sending bucky a care package while he’s recovering in wakanda. the both of them bullying steve together. bucky acting like an older brother for her.
darcy and shuri and peter deadass reciting vines to each other and confusing the hell out of bucky and steve
steve and darcy during the five years of post-snap earth (there is not enough fics of this currently dhausdnasd). i can totally see darcy becoming good friends with valkyrie/brunnhilde (”You’re... peculiar” “Thanks!”) and helping asgardian refugees settle down in new asgard. she’s there when bruce and rocket fetch thor and gets into a fight with the raccoon. though reluctant at first, thor gets her to come along w them to the compound. she hasn’t seen steve in some time since their last breakup so things get super awkward. she confides in nat who stealthily arranges for them to have a quiet moment to reconnect. they do.
darcy calling clint out on the serial killer phase because someone has to (they’re buddies, she can knock some sense into him alongside nat)
darcy having a huge crush on carol and steve being lowkey jealous “watch it rogers, you’re not the only captain in my life now”
darcy and jane’s friendship and both of them being integral to saving the world, with them showing up at the end of endgame with weapons of their own: science!! and sarcasm!!
peter passing darcy the gauntlet (Darcy: ”Dude! What the hell am I supposed to do with this!?” Everyone: “RUN!”) and subsequently being protected by her legion of superherione friends as she scream “oh shit” x3000 while running through the battlefield evading thanos and his minions
billy eichner voice: and yes! it is in fact a wedding at the end of endgame! AND IT’S THEIRS
obligatory tony does not die
post inifinity war fix-it fic where steve doesn't stay in the past. he returns the stones and retires as an avenger in the present, moving forward in life. only acts as a consultant for the new avengers. he and darcy travel the world and settle comfortably in brooklyn
they have babies! or not! but if so, darcy freaking out at being a mom. then darcy getting the hang of it and totally rockin mom life. and steve being a really good dad but also terrified at first. their kids hang out w tony and pep’s
#shieldshock#starcy#darcy lewis x steve rogers#i'm sorry if i sound entitled#like i'm ordering this#this is just a headcanon and i dont expect anyone to write it#dasbdhjasdnajsdas
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idc what you write about I just need some hcs!! anything will be good!!
hello friend today i bring you; mike hanlon being the mom friend of the group (for sake of the hc, let’s pretend mike isn’t homeschooled)
-i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, mike hanlon is the glue that keeps the losers together
-he may have been dead last to join the group but that doesn’t make him any less important or valid
-mike makes sure to call bev every night he can to ask her about her new chicago life. he listens to her go on and on about her new school and how the kids are actually nice to her and how she isn’t a slut anymore (to which mike responds you were never a slut beverly, you were just a woman ahead of her time). he listens as she plays him songs she wrote on her keyboard and tells her every single one is her best yet.
-mike goes to ben’s house every day. he doesn’t judge when ben wants to listen to NKOTB, he even learns the words to Please Don’t Go Girl. he always makes time to sit and listen to ben when he learns a new history fact that he just had to share, even at 6am. he’s constantly invited to dinner with the hanscom’s and is never given the chance to refuse.
-mike goes to bill’s house after bill’s parents split up. he comforts bill when he gets upset and never misses an opportunity to tell mrs. denbrough just how lovely she looks on any given day. he sits through bill’s tales about his beloved brother, or any story he might tell for that matter, and never loses his patience despite the stutter. even though he had never met georgie, mike would always remember to tell bill how proud his brother would be of him. for eventually overcoming his speech problem, for getting out of the house and making new friends, for growing into the person he’s become.
-mike tries to stay away from sonia kaspbrak at all costs but there are times that no one else is around to pick up eddie for a scheduled hangout so he has to buck up and ring the doorbell. eddie tries to get to the door first but his mother is literally always on the couch in the living room so mike has no choice but to converse with the openly racist, homophobic woman who clearly hates him. there was even one point where she yelled slurs at him in an attempt to get him off her lawn, but he stood his ground as a frantic eddie pushed his way through the front door, sobbing strings of “i’m sorry” and “i love you, please don’t hate me” as mike leads him away. he knows that eddie’s mom can be a handful, and he’s aware of eddie’s aversion to drawing attention to himself so he always makes sure to ask about his life and his feelings. and eddie doesn’t like scary movies and richie can be a dick so mike’s arms are always open and ready to welcome the frightened boy.
-mike walks stan to class when he’s having a bad, panic-infested day. he’d walk stan to class for a whole month if he needed to. he carries various sanitizers and wet wipes around in his backpack in the off-chance stan might have left his supplies at home. he knows about stan’s ocd and how he likes to have his hand held (check out my stozier!handholding hc) while walking through the halls. and when richie isn’t there to do the job, mike steps up. normally two male teenagers, one black and one jewish, would turn some heads but nobody fucks with footballer mike hanlon.
-mike is richie’s biggest supporter in life. you can think it’d be eddie all you want but you’d be wrong. richie finds an interest in music and runs with it, forming a band with a few other rejects at school. mike goes to every show, learns the words to every song, even lets them use his grandpa’s barn for practice sometimes. mike sneaks in through richie’s window when he knows the tozier’s are fighting in the next room. he sits with richie and holds him when he’s trembling in the corner. in class, he plays thumb war with richie to keep him from disrupting the lesson.
-mike is the mom friend but that doesn’t mean the losers don’t take care of him when he needs it.
-stan tutors him in math when his grades drop so low that he almost loses his spot on the football team. mike wants to write songs so richie teaches him guitar. ben helps him construct a love poem for the girl in his biology class. eddie bakes him cookies before every big exam or football game or job interview. bev sends him mixtapes of rock and roll songs she’s heard that remind her of him. bill makes big “HANLON #42″ signs to hold up at the games. and the losers go to every. single. game.
-this is basically just to show my undying love for mike hanlon and i’m not sorry about it
#it movie 2017#it kids#it hcs#it headcanons#mike hanlon#beverly marsh#bev marsh#ben hanscom#bill denbrough#stan uris#stanley uris#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#reddie#mike hanlon hc#mike hanlon headcanons#chosen jacobs#finn wolfhard#sophia lillis#jeremy ray taylor#jaeden lieberher#wyatt oleff#jack dylan grazer
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A very long description of my OCs and their universe.
I have made the decision to start writing oneshots and short stories as well as prompts now, so woo! And that means…*drumroll* I’m going to be explaining in great detail my OCs and the universe I’ve built around them! Also, I am aware that 90% of OC posts are art, but I cannot draw anything and I don’t have any digital art pad type stuff to do it on anyway so no Imma just write one loooooooooong block of words. I regret nothing, btw. (Rosa and Robin’s descriptions will be the longest, so just try not to fall asleep until you’ve finished reading them?)
Okay, so, my OCs all live in this village out in the English countryside called Thistledoor. It’s like a whole old-timey, chocolate-box-village type deal, minus the school (which is joint secondary and primary) of course. (Americans might want to look up when British kids start school if you guys don’t already know, just to understand Noah’s predicament.)
The whole thing is a sort of monster AU, kinda a Gravity Falls type deal where they’re just things like gnomes and goblins and the occasional horde of brainthristy zombies to deal with.
The Maddoxes live in the middle of the village, while the Lupins’ house is a bit further away along the edge of the woods. Robin and Rosa are my main characters, Rosa lives with her parents, twin brother Gabo, and younger brother Noah, and Robin lives with his mum, his two older siblings Molly and Jack, and younger siblings, the triplets Ethan, Ben and Sirsha (It’s actually spelt Saoirse but Robin’s mum spelt it wrong on the birth certificate), and Starling. Robin’s entire family have faint Irish accents (idk and idc why). Maeve is one of their friends and Gabo’s crush, and Marcus is the school jerk who likes to flirt with Rosa. Now, what the characters are actually like:
Rosa Lupin (15):
Medium-reddish-brown hair that’s so thick and silky but not that shiny and reaches the middle of her back. It’s always wavy even when she brushes it.
Her skin is quite light, and she cannot tan, she just burns. She has freckles on her nose and her cheeks, but you can’t see them as much in winter. When she smiles… Oh. My. Goodness. Her smile is so beautiful, and her nose scrunches up and it’s just ADORABLE! Her eyes are wide and dark brown, but they get a tiny bit lighter towards her pupils. She also has a little crescent-moon-shaped birth mark just above her collarbone. Gabo has one too. She’s quite tall and kind of slim, but still a bit curvy at the same time.
She always wears oversized jumpers and jeans when it’s cold or t-shirts and shorts in the summer, or occasionally she steals Robin’s jumpers when it gets cold because for some reason his are mostly warmer than hers.
She’s about 5’6.
Her favourite colour is purple, she loves ballet, singing, reading, chemistry, and making up conspiracy theories with Gabo, and she’s quite quiet around most people but a force to be reckoned with when someone makes her mad, mainly by insulting Noah. She and Gabo also get killer migraines and insomnia when they’re stressed. Rosa is also the mum friend of my group of chaotic 15-year-olds and has a thing about loud noise and crowded areas (as in if she stays around them for too long she’ll either freak out or get a migraine or both). Gabo’s similar, but he can just about manage.
Robin is her best friend in the whole world, and they’ve known each other since they were 5. Secretly, they both like each other more than that, but they’re much too shy to tell each other, which obviously leads to their siblings making devious matchmaking plots to get them together. Rosa and Robin then get back at them with their own schemes, mainly with Gabo and Maeve.
Robin Maddox (15):
His hair is dark brown and so messy it’s unbelievable, and literally impossible to imagine him with tidy hair. Somehow it never gets knotty. Ever.
His eyes are really dark brown and sparkly, kind of like an actual robin’s. He’s a bit tanned and he’s not really muscly but still quite strong. Like seriously, he can carry Rosa when she falls asleep in the middle of doing something or if she gets a migraine.
Lives in red t-shirts and brown jeans rolled up a bit so they don’t get dirty, and literally never wears shoes except at school because Thistledoor is the best village in the area for not littering so there’s nothing to cut his feet on. Some people tease him for it but he just ignores them (or splashes in a big muddy puddle to get water all over them) He does actually own a few jumpers that aren’t red or brown, but they are mostly stolen by Rosa. That’s actually why he has them but shh, no-one needs to know that.
He’s about 5’7, or maybe a bit taller.
Robin’s favourite colour is red, he likes inventing, playing music (he can play about a gazillion instruments) and pretty much just tagging along with whatever mystery hunt Rosa and Gabo have gotten themselves into. He’s very bold, brash and silly, occasionally getting into fights with Marcus before Rosa drags him back to her house by the ear, but he does have a very sensitive, protective side, particularly over Starling, which you will learn why when I get to their mum’s description.
Gabo Lupin (15):
He’s Rosa’s twin brother, so he basically looks like the boy version of her. His hair is pretty short and neat, and he has a fringe pushed over to the left side of his forehead. He is incredibly short sighted and can see literally nothing without his glasses.
His favourite colour is yellow, he likes reading, poetry/songwriting creating conspiracy theories, and dragging his sister on mystery hunts with him, on most she and Robin end up saving his life when he reads out the words from a cave-wall-painting-crypt-thing to summon the dead. He’s very quiet and intellectual and gets scared easily unless he’s too busy finding stuff out.
Noah Lupin (4 or 5 depending on when the story takes place):
Noah looks a bit like Gabo, except his hair is much lighter and he doesn’t need glasses. Noah is a rather unusual four year old in the way of his intelligence – he’s got the same IQ as his father, who is a scientist. He didn’t start talking at all until he was about three, but when he did it was in full sentences with none of the normal baby talk, but he doesn’t like to talk around people so most people think he’s just dumb.
Mrs Maddox (Robin’s mother):
Mrs Maddox is possibly the worst mother in the history of the whole multiverse ever. She’s drunken, angry, neglectful, and doesn’t have a job, leaving supporting the family to the government funding and Molly, who’s 19 and has two part time jobs at the weekends and after school. Mrs Maddox leaves most of her children alone in the physical sense, except Robin and Starling. She hits both of them, usually just a slap across the face or something, always small enough for everyone to just assume that Robin had gotten into a fight or Star had fallen down the stairs, clumsy as she was. Neither of them wanted to correct them otherwise. Rosa, Maeve and Gabo figured it out fairly quickly, though.
Molly (19), Jack (17), Starling (11) and the triplets (6):
The rest of Robin’s siblings don’t make an enormous appearance in my stories, them being mainly centred around Robin and the Lupins, but I’m going to describe them anyway. Molly’s the oldest, and generally the one taking care of all her siblings. Jack is basically a father figure to his younger siblings, as their dad died when Mrs Maddox was pregnant with Ethan, Ben and Sirsha. Sirsha never learnt to talk. Starling is very clumsy, but other than that she’s just like Robin. They all hate wearing shoes.
Okay, I think that’s it!
P.S. I’m going to use a tag with my username as a way to get all my stories together, so if you’re reading this in the future and want to read my stories, that’s a quick way to do it without being swamped by reblogs and whump prompts!
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Request: Hello there! Could I have a (Narnia) Edmund x Wife where he returns from a trip and his wife if there to greet him back, they hug and lots of kisses xD then she tells him she's pregnant and Ed gets super excited then worries he won't be a good Father.. you can time skip to when the baby is born if you'd like :D (boy? girl? twins? Idc your choice!) Thanks in advance . . .
(P.s make sure that they don't know it's twins until the birth so they are a surprise until they are born and Edmund gets super happy and cute when he finds out!)
To say you were nervous was an understatement. Edmund and his siblings had gone to Calormen to strength foreign relations with the rulers there. Prince Rabadash was not a particularly agreeable person, much less alright with maintaining an alliance with Narnian.
Mr. Tumnus was still here in the castle at Cair Paravel. That was lucky, as he was one of your closest friends. The Pevensies tended to take a small guard for each King and Queen, but the fawn had chosen to remain behind this time around.
“Remind me again why you’re not at Calormen,” you yawned. You had spent all day dozing and sewing. Tumnus didn’t care much for either past-time; he gravitated towards action. Currently, however, he was preparing a lot of lotion, hand soap, and tea leaves to sell at the next monthly Market Day in Narnia.
“Because you’re pregnant,” he said wryly. “Besides . . . King Edmund doesn’t know. No one knows but Lucy. I’d rather you not lose the child.”
You pouted a bit. “Still. You always - ”
Tumnus cut you off before you could finish. “Baby, Y/N. You won’t take any ladies in waiting to help you, and you do happen to need help in staying healthy and stable. Not all women survive the birthing process.”
“Don’t remind me,” you muttered, wincing. It was not something you’d been looking forward to. But could you really be blamed? Of course you wanted children. Ever since you’d married Edmund, you’d wanted a few small humans. It had caused a bit of conflict between the two of you. He still carried guilt over what happened with the White Witch . . . he had fears he would be an incompetent father or wouldn’t be taken seriously if you ever announced being pregnant. “Do you think Ed will be okay with it?”
“With what?” Tumnus wasn’t looking at you; he was busy sorting tea leaves into pouches. He tied the pouches together when filled and carefully marked on them what kind of tea was in it.
“With me being pregnant, Tumnus.” You were crocheting baby boots. It would be a cute way to tell Ed you were going to give birth to a son or daughter. “He freezes up at just the idea of being a father.” You didn’t have to explain why. Mr. Tumnus understand your unsaid reason.
Tumnus looked up. Startled, he said, “Of course he will. Look, just because - well, you never did see him when he was younger. I know the White Witch had a less then desirable effect on him. But King Edmund did change. For the better. I don’t think it’s being a parent that scares him. It’s messing up. It’s seeing his child turn out the same way he did at twelve and them never redeeming themselves. But that’s not going to happen.” Tumnus paused, lips pursed. “Well, maybe that’s not why. It’s only a guess at any real insecurities he has concerning Jadis. If I were your husband, that would be my chief insecurity - history repeating itself with the next generation.”
You shrugged half-heartedly. “You’ll have to be there when I tell him, Tumnus. I’m not quite sure he’ll want to have a panic attack in front of me.”
The conversation changed to other topics, though your mind was still somewhat stuck on your husband’s reaction. You were a natural optimist; by normal standards a baby was a big deal. In your case, it was even bigger. Peter might have been the eldest Pevensie, but he had not taken a Queen. Susan was decidedly disinterested in marrying at the moment. Lucy was, according to them, too young to think about marriage or childbearing. They did seem determined to give her as much of a childhood as they could.
However, it meant that your son or daughter would be the first royal baby in Narnia. The line of succession was about to start with your son or daughter.
“What’s this small boot for?” Edmund asked. He held the knitted gray-blue boot up in front of you. The Kings and Queens had arrived back in Narnia a week ago. This was the first morning you’d gotten to have any time alone with your husband.
You forced an air of casualness into your voice. Hoped it didn’t show you were nervous. “Well, I just thought our child might need something to wear when she’s born,” you answered serenely, puttering around your shared room. The two of you had finished breakfast. Edmund was dressed casually and back in bed, holding a book on his lap. You were putting the breakfast plates and unfinished food back on the tray they’d come in.
Edmund snorted, then spewed out the rest of his drink a moment later. “What?” he said, sitting up straight. He looked at you with wild eyes. “You’re pregnant, Y/N? With a child?”
“Well, technically it’s our child.” You looked at him, back straight, trying to gauge his reaction.
Ed’s full lips quirked into a small smile. “You’re serious? We’re going to be parents?” The sunlight was still watery, hitting his dark hair in a way that highlighted it, turning it to a more chocolate color.
You nodded. Your fingers were nervous, knuckles white. The tray hid the fact that you were clutching the edge of the table rather hard. “Of course I’m serious, Edmund.”
Edmund moved off the bed and practically bounded over to you, smiling and a little more alive then he’d seemed recently. His fingers found their way around your face, into your hair, and then he was kissing you like he was desperate for air.
Love squeezed around and into your heart like a fist.
“You don’t think this maybe a bit excessive?” You quietly asked Lucy. There was a huge celebration being planned around the fact that you were with child.
Lucy just shook her head. “Of course not! Y/N, you might be from our world, but - we’re not there anymore. We’re in Narnia now.” She held your hand tightly for a minute. “You’ll have to get used to it. We’re all royal now. This is what happens when a prince or princess is about to be born.”
Of course, to you, this still felt so . . . uncharacteristic. You’d been pulled into Narnia during 2015. Between being the president of your sorority, an actress in the theater department at your college, and having three thousand listeners to the weekly radio show you hosted, the spotlight wasn’t exactly something new to you.
All those combined, though, had been on an incredibly small scale compared to being a Queen. There weren’t some three thousand ears listening to you every week or two hundred people watching you three times a semester. Suddenly there was a council of twenty important Narnians to contend with and a country with a population of some twenty-thousand to rule over. The change was jarring, and now there was a stupidly big celebration to worry about.
There was so much at the celebration. Food, entertainers, musicians, little games to play . . . when there wasn’t a ball being put on or foreign guests to host, things were far more normal.
You’d been here in Narnia for a year and a half and still weren’t used to how excessive things could get. Maybe it was because generations separated you and the Pevensies. Hadn’t they grown up around one of the two World Wars? They’d gone from having little to being Kings and Queens. Maybe it was the security of them thinking they would always have access to things like health care (such as it was in a magical country), food and a nice home.
Maybe that’s my problem, you thought to yourself. I know how all this is going to end; I know that Edmund, Lucy, Susan, and Peter won’t be here forever and they think they will be. I wonder if that’s why I can’t accept the way things are right now. Ignorance might have actually been bliss in a situation like this. The happiness and fixation on being a parent with Ed had worn off some now that you’d told him. Reality had crept back in. You wondered - how much time did the five of you have left in Narnia?
How much time would you have with your child?
That night, when Edmund fell asleep after a heated couple hours with you, you slipped out of the spacious room. You had put on a simple black dress, thin cloak, and shoes, and wandered down to Tumnus’s quarters.
Worry kept gnawing at you about your child and you wanted to talk to him. It wasn’t terribly late - it must have been around midnight - but it was late enough that you felt guilty when you knocked at his door.
“Queen Y/N,” Tumnus said, voice tired. It was lacking any annoyance, though. “ Come in. Is there something I can do for you?”
You nodded, feeling guilt twist around in your stomach for delaying him his sleep even more. You slipped inside and looked at Tumnus. His hair was messy but his sheets on the bed were still clean. Maybe he hadn’t been sleeping. He must have been busy doing something else if he’d not gone to bed after the celebration.
“Listen, Tumnus . . . if something ever happened to me, or Edmund - and everybody else, you’d look after our child, wouldn’t you?” You didn’t know how to properly phrase your request, but bluntly and plainly usually did the trick around friends.
The faun looked startled. “Of course I would, Y/N. You know I feel for you like I would a sister.”
You nodded, smiled wearily. Exhaustion was hitting you hard and quick, sooner then you’d anticipated. “Thank you, Tumnus. It’s all I wanted to ask of you.”
During the next weeks, you largely forced yourself to forget your worries about the future. There wasn’t much of a point in stressing out about what would happen if you didn’t spend your whole life with your child. After all, the way you saw it, things might actually be different.
Technically, I shouldn’t even be here, you thought to yourself one morning. You were perched in a chair on the balcony attached to the room you and Ed shared. A warm, soft pink shawl was around your shoulders. The air was cool, your tea was warm. The colors were more radiant then you remembered them being; you could hear laughing chatter from the ground below. There should really only be four kings and queens of Narnia, not five. But I was allowed here anyway, though for what purpose . . . well, it doesn’t matter. Maybe it just means none of us will be forced to leave Narnia. We won’t abandon her. Aslan must have decided to not force the Pevensies back to England . . . things will actually work out. And you smiled.
Maybe it wasn’t set in stone, and maybe it wasn’t certain. But you had seen the brilliant white clouds sailing across the sky, and one of them looked like a contented, magnanimous lion. So you were taking that as a good sign.
Edmund came out to join you. “Do you feel ready to face more wretched disputes about goats and opening up woodland roads?” His hands swooped around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, even though he was still standing up.
You laughed. “Never. They’re terrible. I don’t know how we’ll manage.”
“Well . . .” Edmund looked at you seriously, as he helped you stand up. His dark eyes looked more alive then usual.
“Edmund,” you groaned, swatting away at his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about antagonizing any of the council lords again.”
He chuckled. “I would never do such a thing.” But he didn’t lose his grin. It made you wonder exactly what little prank he had planned and how many feathers you would have to smooth over after laughing privately.
“Raising this child is going to be a walk in the park. At least he won’t disrupt council meetings once a month,” you grumbled. It was in good-nature, though, and Ed knew it.
#cecily writes#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#susan pevensie#queen susan the gentle#king edmund the just#peter pevensie#king peter the magnificent#queen lucy the valiant#narnia#the lion the witch and the wardrobe#prince caspian#voyage of the dawn treader#votdt#edmund x reader#edmund x you#edmund pevensie x reader#edmund pevensie x you#golden age#pregnancy#tumnus#mr tumnus#mrs beaver#mr beaver
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so i just finished reading stephen king’s it...
... and i have too much feelings for it i think i have to write everything down, more for myself than for anything else lmao
first and foremost, bill loves georgie so much just thinking about them makes me so fucking soft??? and georgie kissing him on his cheek that day legit brought tears to my eyes knowing what’s gonna happen to him
also, stanley did not take that fucking bath i refuse to believe it no sir
“it was easier to be brave when you were someone else” - richie tozier
eddie my dear boy why would you marry your mother smh
ben loves beverly so much okay!!!!
i feel like bill and eddie’s friendship is so underrated so let me just put it right here -- bill thinks of eddie as his only real friend prior to everything that happened that summer and eddie "would have died for bill", if bill had asked him he would have just responded: “sure, big bill.. you got a time in mind yet?”
"..richie’s mouth was like a half-tamed horse that has a way of bolting for absolutely no reason at all” uhHHH IF THIS AINT THE TRUEST THING LMAO
“maybe sometimes things didn’t just go wrong and then stop; maybe sometimes they just kept going wronger and wronger until everything was totally fucked up”
“HE HAD HATED IT WHEN RICHIE CALLED HIM EDS... BUT HE HAD SORT OF LIKED IT, TOO” OKAYYYYYYY
eddie loves bill like a big brother or a father if this isnt the purest thing ever im crying
RICHIE LIKES PINCHING EDDIE’S CHEEKS OKAY DO NOT TOUCH ME “i hate it when you do that, richie” “ah, you love it, eds”
i’m such a trash but richie!!! winking!!! at!!! eddie!!!
uhh richie telling eddie about his ambition when they were hanging out in eddie’s garage??? good shit right here
from eddie’s pov -- richie has an “enchanting, often exhausting charm” okay
the savage bill that usually comes out when richie is being such a little shit, i love it!! “best part of you ran down your father’s leg” kids pls lmao
UGHH I’M SUCH A REDDIE TRASH BUT RICHIE??? PINCHING EDDIE’S CHEEKS??? WHILE COOING “CUTE, CUTE, CUTE”???? sign me the fuck up
stan “i think that must have been my father” the man
“it was just richie. he could drive you bugshit.. but it was still sort of nice to have him around” oh eddie spaghetti
isn’t it adorable how whenever richie says something which eddie thinks is bullshit but he isnt really sure is bullshit, he just turns to bill for confirmation??? “is there such a thing as a sift bill”
“you know about fucking, don’t you, eds?” uhhh richie dont corrupt my innocent little son like this??? (tho of course my son is well aware thanks to this taliendo boy?? whoever he is??)
uh ben is such a genius??? youngest architect y’all. this. my son. right here.
that time when they were caught by mr. nell building the dam and everybody -- even richie himself -- was like, “shut the fuck up richie gdi!!!” and stan was holding on to richie’s arm ready to squeeze him hard if he starts being a little shit it’s like one of my faves of them idek why it’s just so funny to me??
also, richie is such a trash for bill istg??? “..maybe just seeing bill’s eyes light up with their own excitement was enough” ???
ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE RICHIE MOMENTS (and there’s a lot considering he’s my fave loser) -- him making bill feel better and less guilty about georgie’s death and then comforting bill, tho awkwardly, when the latter started crying
uh idk if i maybe missed it in the book or in the movie but why is almost the entire fandom saying that his parents dont give a shit about richie?? cause i think out of all the losers, his parents are fairly regular (bill said so himself) he even gets to joke around with them?? and from richie’s pov: “he could read both of his parents like books -- well-worn and well-loved books” so im really kinda confused??
“they’ll pinch my cheeks and tell me how much i’ve grown” “that’s cause they know how cute you are, eds -- just like me. i saw what a cutie you were the first time i met you” uhh richie how many times are you gonna call eddie cute?? well i dont really blame you, my son is a reaal cutie
also!!!! bev and richie’s frienship??? hello why was it not in the movie????? cigarette buddies??? my badass babies???
richie: “likes bev a lot. well, he likes her, but not that way.’
also richie: *blushes and flustered when bev teased him if he was asking her out on a date*
ben not believing himself when he told richie to shut up, oh child you have all the right in the world to make him shut up lmao
bill and richie are like two of the bravest losers but after escaping the werefolf from the neibolt house they both just hugged each other and cried and oh my god my poor sons they do not deserve any of this theyre just kids ffs
uhhh beverly on the plane on the way back to derry was just a mess who couldnt stop laughing and just?? if i could smack tom rogan i would gladly do so and her father too for good measure
ben and bev and eddie just hysterically laughing is my aesthetic my kids deserve all the happiness in the world pls
ben always stands up for bev he’s so sweet?? he doesnt even care much what others say to him as long as they arent disrespecting bev and i just????
my pure innocent eddie not understanding why bev isnt allowed to have boys into the house when there inst anyone else there oh boy so precious
what’s worse than frightening stan uris? offending him, that’s right
the losers have forgotten about each other for more than twenty years but when they remembered and met up again its like nothing has changed at all????
uhh richie trying to calm eddie down but the latter just rounded on him telling him not to call him eds!!! and not to pinch his cheeks!!! cause he hates it!!! and richie recoiled and just?? my heart hurts
BEEP-BEEP RICHIE
“i wish stan was here” you and me both mikey
“she wouldve died for him” why are they all willing to die for bill oh god these kids
“he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts”
dafuq richie is really so funny istg??? im not playing favorites with my kids here but he’s so funny?? his voices are so funny i hate him lmao
The Apocalyptic Rockfight (need i say more?????)
excuse me but richie (and bev) taking care of eddie after said rockfight
bill is like the president of the losers club and richie is his right hand man am i right or amirite
I JUST LOVE HOW THESE LOSERS KEEP SAYING THEY LOVE EACH OTHER??? they’re so vocal about it and just??? idc if they were, like, brought together by this turtle to fight it,, their friendship is one of a kind and they deserve all the best thinsg in life
“stan did not have much sense of humor, and the bit he did have was sort of peculiar” UHH I SHOULDNT BE LAUGHING THIS HARD
“i don’t call you dick, as in ‘you got any gum on ya, dick?’“ OHH EDDIE STRIKES BACK YES
uhm excuse the fuck outta me but richie called eddie “my love” do not fucking touch me
“the losers are still losing, but stanley uris is finally ahead” uhhh fuck you pennywise???
I JUST LOVE IT WHEN THE LOSERS ARE BEING KIDS AND JUST PLAYING AROUND TOGETHER HAPPILY this is how it shouldve been anyways they should all just be happy and protected
stan catching the losers’ crazy yup
BEVERLY MARSH IS BADASS WHO DONT NEED PROTECTING JUST BECAUSE SHES A GIRL YOU TELL THEM LOSERS, HON
richie being so proud of them, of his friends?? losers or not losers?? he;s just proud that theyre all together?? im so soft
"he shouldnt be down here” - richie when he heard eddie coughing when they were in the smokehole im such a reddie trash i feel like i notice every little thing between them lol
bill is eddie’s hero it’s canon
EDDIE MY BOY STANDING UP TO HIS MOTHER YOU GO SON
uhh when the losers visited eddie in the hospital and not even richie was smiling uhh why dont you just step on my heart???
“no good friends. no bad friend. only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”
"it hurts, doesn’t it?” “yeah, why, sure. it hurts.” RICHIE CRYING CAUSE OF STAN SOMEBODY HOLD ME
richie asking for eddie’s aspirator and the others doing the same before they entered the house on neibolt street
UHH EDDIE IS LIKE THE LITERAL BABY OF THE LOSERS DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS he’s often called cute (by richie of course) and often described as fragile, vulnerable and beautiful. and also,ticklish. so yup. a baby. The Baby.
“sure i can. i was alone last time. this time i’m with my friends.” SEE AN ACTUAL BABY THAT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS
“anyone who tries to steal your aspirator, we kill him. but we kill him slow.” oh richie just say outright that youll protect the baby itsokay son say it
“hey eddie needs help okay?” richie making sure the baby is properly assisted by the losers (ok im such a trash really, sue me)
stan,,,,, makes me so sad istg yes he’s like the weakest among the losers in some ways but he was brave enough to go with them that summer okay and that says so much about my poor baby!! “i don’t have anything” YOU HAVE YOUR FRIEMNDS SON PLS DONT HURT ME LIKE THIS
IT IS SCARED OF THESE SEVEN KIDS HA
uhh can i just say,, i love all my children,,, but no to cheating pls????
these kids are such,,, kids lmao that part where eddie wanted a lick on richie’s ice cream (i think) and richie’s like no??? germs??? sharing??? your mom wouldnt like it?? then began to eat faster and eddie’s just like, i’ll chance it. so richie reluctantly let him have a taste but snatched it away quick lmao then stan offered his to eddie
“she says henrys gone crazy” “shit you mean he used to be sane??” richie istg
baby eddie!!!!! richie’s like no eds youre not going your arm is still broken and bill’s like he has to so walk with me eddie ill keep an eye on you (and protect you and carry you on my back and)
that moment when eddie called the others fucking pussies cause he’s doing that mashed potatoes all over it and he’s got a broken arm!!!!! ahhh i love this kid so much?????
and then after when the eye is gone and richie is mimicking eddie and was like “not too shabby, eds” and eddie was all “i hate it when you call me eds” and richie just goes i know and HUGGED EDDIE and says, “but somebody has to toughen you up, eds...” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH?????
FUCKKKKKK it’s the part when my kid’s arm got cut off and my heart just hurts so fucking much????? he doesnt deseve this?? none of them does????
‘richie was weaving and tumbling toward him like a drunk at the end of a long hard night’ “--eds--” STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU
“richie, don’t call me eds. you know i..i...” FUCK YOU ALL I HATE YOU ALL
uhhh lets not talk about that thing that happened so they could get out of there im still so fukcing disturbed???
“son, you did real good” i wouldve smacked this turtle thing or whatever had i been a loser,,, i mean???
“we gotta get him out of here” “it’s too dark, you know.. it’s too dark. eds.. he.” RICHIE MY POOR BOY MY SON MY MOST PRECIOUS SOBBING OVER HIS BELOVED
“fuck you, bitch!!!”
ben and beverly yes its what they both deserve
“even if we forget each other, we’ll remember in our dreams”
mike went through so much,,, i mean he was the only one who stayed in derry and looked into all that happened there beginning from god knows when. he was scared as fuck when the killings started again but he put off calling the others cause he wanted to be absolutely sure it is back before he disrupts the other losers’ lives??? he wasnt envious whatsoever of the success of the other losers even though the difference between him and them is so fucking vast?? he accepted it -- that he stayed in derry for a reason and that is to call the others back to finally end it hwen it comes back. he has done all these and more. let us not sleep on him. my boy deserves all the love and recognition he deserves.
YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKS ME UP SO MUCH IT’S NOT JUST THE DEATHS OF MY KIDS it’s the fact that after everything theyve gone through together, they forgot about each other in the end
but maybe it was better for them too. to not think about the nightmares. to not think about the lives lost. but is forgetting really better than not knowing at all?
they went thorugh so much together and in the end they’ll forget
maybe cause as richie said, “nothing lasts forever”
#books what have you done with my feelings#wrote this entire thing down entirely for my own benefit so that i wouldnt forget#like these kids theyvre forgotten#but no really cause i tend to forget details of what ive read after a long time and i dont want to forget how much i love these kids#i think this turned out to be more of a reddie post but i just coulnt help it lmao i love these kids so much????#anyway#stephen king's it
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