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autumntouched · 1 year

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that one kanye tweet that’s like “i need a room full of mirrors so i am surrounded by winners” is so hangman coded i’m dying

like just imagine him saying that to phoenix when she’s his fiancé/wife in the hannix football rivalry universe 😂😩

Warnings: NSFW just in case because this gets a little 🌶️ . No smut but racy texts. However, the Kanye quote comes before that if you want to stop after Nat’s response xx

I Need a Room Full of Mirrors

One of the reasons Natasha doesn’t mind shopping with Jake is that he has a fairly decent sense of fashion. Unlike the other men, who look bored out of their minds while they wait for their girlfriends or wives, Jake will put aside his phone to give her his genuine, enthusiastic opinion. And he doesn’t do it just for her—he’ll hype any woman who happens to be in the dressing room at the same time she is until all of them are going out to get his feedback on each outfit. Natasha can practically feel the smug glow on his face when he overhears them gushing to her about how lucky she is to have him.

The shop clerks love it too and will often slip them a discount, which Natasha can’t really complain about either.

“Mind if we stop in here?” he asks, hooking his thumb toward a menswear store.

She holds her hands out for the bags he insisted on carrying. “No, I got them, babe.” He drops a kiss on her forehead and strolls into the shop.

While he browses, she picks a few pieces for him and follows the saleswoman to the dressing rooms to wait for Jake. Natasha settles into one of the leather seats and responds to several texts from her brother.

“Right this way,” another saleswoman says a little breathlessly, cluing Natasha in to Jake’s approach. There’s a deep blush on the woman’s cheeks, and she tries to check the back of her hair while carrying some of Jake’s selections.

“I put the shirts I picked in that one,” Natasha tells him when he sets her bags down next to her. She points to the dressing room door where his name is written neatly in chalk.

Jake glances down the row of rooms and goes to what looks like a larger one at the end. He peaks inside. “May I use this one, ma’am?” he asks.

“Of course!” she exclaims, rushing to move his clothes at the same time Natasha asks, “What’s wrong with the one you have?”

“It’s not a problem!” the saleswoman chirps, nearly dropping her keys in her hurry to move everything from one room to the other.

“This one’s got more mirrors,” Jake tells her while he nearly sends the poor woman into shock when he brushes her hand taking a few hangers from her. Natasha fixes him with a raised eyebrow, and he flashes her a grin that looks fit to split his cheeks. “Babe, c’mon, I need a room full of mirrors so I’m surrounded by winners.”

The saleswoman giggles, but Natasha stands up and nearly chucks her phone at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? I must have been deprived of oxygen the day I agreed to marry you!”

That wipes the amusement off the woman’s face, but Jake doesn’t see from where he’s holding the door open. He pulls out his phone and taps it open.

“The room’s ready,” the saleswoman says, a lot less chipper than she was a few seconds ago.

“Appreciate it,” he smiles and disappears inside. Natasha’s phone buzzes.

Come inside. I have a few ideas about how to take your breath away enough to make you say yes to me all over

Natasha feels her face heat and glances around. Fortunately, the saleswoman scooted off as soon as she realized Jake wasn't available.

Show me later, and I’ll show you something else in the mirror, she sends back.

Wait. If it’s your middle finger again…

She stifles a laugh at that memory. No, unless you want to tell me where to put it this time. Better yet, maybe I'll let you show me...

One of the hangers falls to the floor, and Jake swears softly. Ok. Stop please or we’re going to have to leave

Natasha glances around and sinks back down into the chair so she can cross her legs against her own impatience. Lmao after you made that poor woman move all your stuff? I won’t let you

but maybe you were onto something with the mirrors 😉 do you want to know what thinking about seeing you shirtless from all those angles is doing to me?

Her phone buzzes with a picture of Jake’s tanned pecs and abs reflected three times over, his nipples hard from the cool air, their texts, or both, and yeah, he was fucking right about the mirrors.

Jake saunters out of the room in his first shirt. It’s not even buttoned properly. “How do I look?” he asks roughly.

Natasha uncrosses her legs. “Like a winner.”

#hannix football rivalry au #hannix football rivalry #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #phoenix fic #natasha trace fic #i love your notes #talk to me #natasha phoenix trace x jake hangman seresin

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deancasheadcanons · 3 years

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Something Only I Would Know

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15x20 fix-it (kinda), warning for Dean being ableist, thanks to @saywhatjessie for letting me use her headcanon that Dean could’ve been paralyzed by the rusty nail

Just as Dean was hoisting his left leg onto his bed, one of the phones rang in the library. He sighed and moved his leg rest back into place, then wheeled out to the hallway, hoping he could get to the phone in time. Sam was on a hunt with Eileen out in Iowa, and Jody and Claire were taking out some werewolves up in Nowhere, Michigan, but other than that, nobody else should be calling.

He didn’t make it in time. As he sifted through the phones to figure out where the missed call came from, something crashed in the kitchen.

“Who’s there?” he yelled forcefully, grabbing a shotgun from a table before pushing himself to the kitchen.

“Son of a bitch,” a familiar voice said just as Dean turned the corner.

He looked right at himself, all six-foot-one of himself standing in the middle of the kitchen, his legs working just fine.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” other Dean said, progressively raising his voice until the end of the sentence was a shout. He glared up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna kill you, Chuck!”

“Which universe are you from?” Dean asked calmly.

Other Dean glared down at him, jaw clenched. “The real one. And you’re obviously from one where I’m bad enough at my job to land myself in a goddamn wheelchair. That’s real great.”

“No,” Dean said, sizing his other self up. “You’re too much like me.” A memory came back to him, something he said to himself in a situation similar to this one, years ago. “Tell me something only I would know.”

“Oh come on, don’t quote me to me.” Other Dean took a beer out of the fridge and tossed the cap in the direction of the trash can. “Although if you’re from a different universe, I guess you wouldn’t have a memory of that. I must just say the same shit in every version of myself.”

“I do have a memory of it.”

They glared at each other.

Dean said, “Camp Chitaqua.”

Other Dean blinked. “Yeah, OK.” He took a long pull from his beer, staring pointedly at the wheelchair as he did. “What year is it?”

“It’s 2022.”

Other Dean dropped into a chair at the kitchen table. “Ah, fuck. How’d we end up crippled?”

“No. Tell me something only I would know.”

Other Dean stared at him, annoyed. He lost the staring contest after half a minute, shaking his head and scoffing and then taking another long drink of beer. He then looked down at the table and said loudly, “Cas.”

“Excuse me?”

Other Dean raised his eyes. “He told me he loved—he said he loved me. And that he realized he couldn’t have what he wanted. And then the Empty took him.”

Dean ran his tongue along his top teeth. “OK, you are me.” He pushed his wheelchair forward and moved the shotgun from his lap to the table. “And you must be from 2020.”

“Oh goddamn it, I’m gonna lose my legs that soon?” Other Dean stood and said, “Christ, I need a stronger drink.”

“We don’t have anything stronger.”

“What?”

“I don’t drink anymore. The beer is for everybody else that comes through here.”

Other Dean sat back down. “Is Sam—”

“On a hunt with Eileen. Everybody’s fine. Well, except.” Dean gestured to the room and shook his head.

“Except your legs?”

He leveled himself with an impatient glare. “No. It’s a C7 spinal cord injury, and it’s really not that big of a fucking deal. I was talking about Cas.”

Other Dean looked at his beer bottle, picking at the label with his thumbs. “Chuck is trying to show us that we have no free will. He threw me here to prove that I can’t change anything about our lives.”

“Oh, like The Time Traveler’s Wife?”

Other Dean made a face at him, but then his eyebrows raised in realization. “Right, we read that a couple years ago. Man, I forgot about that. Yeah. Like, why would I try to bring Cas back if I’m sitting here with you now, and you’re telling me Cas never came back? So what’s the point of me trying to bring him back if I already know he’s not here in 2022?”

Dean’s eyebrows knit together as he thought for a minute. Eventually he said, “I know you’re me because I never told anybody that Cas is in love with me.”

“Whoa, whoa, he didn’t say—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Dean swallowed. “Let me tell you something, alright? You’re gonna spend a couple months having no fucking idea what to do with yourself, no clue how to cope, so you and Sam are gonna try to do some run-of-the-mill hunts, and guess what? On the very first one you’re gonna break your fucking back after being impaled on some shitty nail in the wall. You’re gonna spend six months laid up in bed feeling sorry for yourself, drinking yourself stupid, wanting to die, praying yourself hoarse to Cas, and Cas is not gonna fucking show up!”

He took a ragged breath and continued, “And Jack doesn’t either. And then Sam’s gonna tell you that he needs you to get your shit together, and it’s not because he needs your help saving the world or even just needs your help on a hunt, it’s because he wants to get married, wants to marry Eileen, so you’re gonna put your sorry life back together enough to be the best man at your brother’s wedding, and that’s when you’re gonna realize that there’s more to your shit life than the selfish things that you want—things like, I don’t know, being able to walk? And having Cas.” He closed his eyes. “You’re gonna realize that Cas meant that he was in love with you, that he wanted to be with you, and you’re gonna have to deal with the enormity of that. That this—that a being so ancient and so huge and literally so incomprehensible to you that your ears bled the first time you heard him speak—that he could learn love? From your sorry ass? Look at me, Dean. Listen to what I’m saying to you.”

He waited until other Dean looked him in the eye. “Eventually you’re gonna accept the fact that Cas lived thousands of years without doing anything other than following the will of heaven, never changing course, only to meet you and learn love so completely that the only thing he wants is to be with you. The first selfish, human desire of his life. You. And you didn’t even get the time to process it, to tell him that you love him, too, before he was gone. So the best you can do is try to actually live your fucking life, because he died to save you.”

The silence between them was heavy. Eventually other Dean said, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I never told anybody. Listen to me, Chuck said Cas didn’t do what he was supposed to do. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you—us. He changed things when he told you. So you can change things, too. Go back to your time and fucking tell somebody. Is Jack still around? For fuck’s sake, tell Jack.”

“I can’t—everything you just told me, I can’t—I haven’t…”

“Dean, listen. I know. I know how you feel. I know you, and I know you don’t trust yourself, but look at me. I’m different than you, alright? You can trust me. I just threw two years of emotional processing at you, of course you can’t deal with that. But you can do just one thing. Just one. Tell Jack.”

Other Dean studied his face. “You really are different.”

“Yeah, well.” Dean shrugged and looked at his legs. “Turns out being loved by a cosmic being changes you.”

“And being paralyzed.”

“No, trust me, that’s easier to deal with.”

Other Dean huffed a small laugh and nodded. “Uh, what are you gonna do? What happens now?”

“Don’t worry about me, you just—”

A loud crack cut Dean off, then his other self disappeared out of existence. He looked around the kitchen warily, as if something dramatic was about to happen. Instead, a phone once again began ringing in the library.

As Dean wheeled through the hallway, he felt a splitting headache and had to stop and close his eyes. Images flashed through his brain, mostly of him and Cas, and then they abruptly stopped and he felt fine. The phone was still ringing.

He only made it a few more feet before the headache returned, worse than before. Images, so fast and loud in his head that it felt like his brain would explode. When they stopped, he blinked his eyes open and had a realization.

“It’s not The Time Traveler’s Wife. It’s—” he did a 180 in his wheelchair and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Cas standing at the end of the hall. “ — Looper.”

“Ah, we’ve finally caught up, then?” Cas said shyly as he walked toward Dean. He squatted in front of him, not in a patronizing way, but as a gesture of trust, submission. “You said it would be soon. You made me watch Looper so I would understand . Does your head feel alright?”

Dean put his hand to Cas’ face, delicately, like he might disappear if he touched him too much. “Cas.”

Cas turned his head and kissed Dean’s palm, then held his hand against his face and smiled at him. “I’m right here.”

The memories kept coming back to Dean, the changed timeline, his past self defeating Chuck and immediately telling Jack that he had to bring Cas back because he never got the chance to tell him he loved him, too. Then—still getting hurt on a hunt, still needing time to process and adjust, to give up drinking, learn how to accept Cas’ love and to love Cas properly in return—but easier this time, because Cas was there. Cas gave him space and time, all while loving him and taking care of him.

Dean took a deep breath. “C’mere, Cas.”

He didn’t wait. He pulled Cas up into his arms and buried his face in his neck and said, “I love you, you can have me. You can have me forever.”

Cas laughed gently. “I know, Dean. I love you, too.”

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NOTES:

The Time Traveler's Wife (book) - Henry has no agency and no free will because he time travels randomly to different parts of his life and therefore knows everything that happens before it happens, and can't change any of it.

Looper (movie) - When people time travel to the past and try to change their lives, their memories change in the present as the timeline of their lives change.

#15x20 #destiel #destiel coda #15x20 coda #s15 #destiel ficlets #tf #my coda #my canon fics #listen i had to get this idea on paper i am sorry lol

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sinkix · 4 years

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Haikyuu!!│Boys going grocery shopping w/ you! HC’s│Ft. Bokuto, Nishinoya, Terushima, Kuroo & Kunimi

I had this late night idea and just HAD to follow through, the chaos would be O F F T H E C H A R T S. Thank you to @deathcab4daddy for helping me brainstorm some good characters for this post lmao I love you bby and can’t wait to do a collab. <3

E N J O Y ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

BOKUTO:

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS BOI PICKS UP EVERYTHING IN SIGHT LIKE A 6 YEAR OLD

I FUCKING MEAN IT.

“(Y/N) we need this”

“Bokuto we do not need a 7th jar of peanut butter.”

“But (Y/N) it has a squirrel on the front-”

“BOKUTO I SWEAR TO GOD”

Tries to drift on the edge of the cart like something straight outta CSGO and the cart nearly obliterates under his weight.

V e r y l o u d u n e c c e s s a r i l y.

Everyone always stares at y’all when you’re going through the isles bc ur literally escorting a man-child sprawled in a shopping cart who’s going “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” at everything he sees like he’s a toddler at the zoo who’s never encountered a chimpanzee before.

Unless you have a bottomless bank account do NOT take him shopping of any kind he is LETHAL.

When you’re at the check-out he turns it into a basketball competition and tries to launch everything perfectly on to the conveyor belt.

Volleyball player? Nah this sis with the NBA now.

Do not ask him to go get something, he will return with at least 9 items you didn’t need and everything BUT the item you requested

He turned up with a whole ass pineapple, a jar of jam, a stick of butter and a bottle of olive oil.

Like,,,where is the correlation in those items???

Once made the mistake of asking him to grab some pads from the hygiene section and specified it HAD to be with wings

Boy showed up ten minutes later and looking very confuzzled.

You questioned why he has a pack of wingless pads in one hand and a can of red bull in the other.

He said it’s because they didn’t have any with wings so he figured the Redbull would suffice and do the job for you.

NISHINOYA:

Can literally fit him in the little cart seat made for kids and he LOVES it lmaoooo IT’S SO CUTE MY HEART.

HE JUST SWINGS HIS LEGS EXCITABLY WHILE YOUR GETTING STUFF AAAAAAA

Ppl give you such weird looks though bc you have a guy who’s at least 14 years older than the intended demographic sitting there and raising his hands in elation over you copping a cookie dough pie and chucking it in.

Again, another who is VERY LOUD FOR NO REASON AT ALL.

Get’s out of the cart after a while bc his legs be growing numb and begins roaming around.

Someone came back with a feral Noya in hand stating “Is this your child” WNDKJWEFNWJEF.

M’AM HE’S LIKE 18 EXCUSE YOU.

Was salty about it for the rest of the day.

Just ruffle his hair and call him Senpai

Problem solved.

Picks up tons of exotic fruit that look more like plastic or fuzzy poisonous plants and begs you to get them.

“Noya what the fuck is that.”

“...a Pitaya.”

“...”

“Can we get it-”

“no.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I SAID NO DAMMIT”

Last time you bought some strange fruit he took it to practise and got Tanaka to spike it LMAOOO

IT SPLATTERED E V E R Y W H E R E

AND OVER DAICHI’S SHIRT.

He begged you to no longer allow Noya to purchase weird fruits from then on since he is like a child with a nerf gun.

He once picked up a phat wrinkly purple fruit and turned to you asking if it was an overgrown raisin.

“Noya sweetie that’s a Date.”

HE FULLY TSK’ED AND THREW IT BACK SINCE IT REMINDED HIM OF DATE TECH I CAN’T.

My boy out here defending Asahi even in the Grocery Isles.

We stan a loyal king.

TERUSHIMA:

Another one who tries to stand on the ledge and the cart wheels almost collapse because it wasn’t designed to hold the weight of a young adult.

Oh young adult??? Sorry I mean’t MAN CHILD.

He treats a shopping experience as a time to practise his aim apparently because he ALWAYS THROWS SHIT AT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE THREATENED TO BE KICKED OUT.

Definitely picks up phallic looking objects and places them against his crotch, snorting and saying “Like what you see (Y/N)?”

Homeboy is stood there in front of a wife and child presenting his cucumber appendage for the world to see.

He once grabbed a pair of fat ass melons and pressed them against his chest, shaking them and belting the lyrics to ‘My Milkshake’ while begging you to SQUEEZE HIS MELONS.

“Look (Y/N) they’re bigger than yours!”

I just-

I give up.

Constantly tries to sneak mutli-packs of energy drinks into the cart to the point you’re convinced he is going to keel over from heart failure and kidney stones by the age of 20.

Has his airpods in 90% of the time and treats the isles as his personal dance floor.

He busting them MOVES and performing the MJ moonwalk while in the dairy section.

ONCE HE SLID TOO FAST AND SLIPPED ON HIS REAR IN FRONT OF LIKE 12 PEOPLE LMAOO

He was DEAD silent the rest of the trip.

Probably the most serene shopping experience you’ve had to date.

The checkout clerks occasionally hit on Mr. Sore-Ass over here.

Until he opens his mouth and they realise he’s a total dolt and question how you have the patience for him.

You don’t know either honestly.

The whole bagging experience is spent with them shooting you sympathetic glances as if to say ‘sis you shoulda’ left him at home’.

Yes, yes you should have.

Never a dull moment with Teru as your shopping partner.

KUROO:

LITERALLY LIKE A MIDDLE-AGED MAN OR A TODDLER WHEN Y’ALL GO SHOPPING THERE IS NEVER AN EVEN MIDDLE-GROUND.

Frequently cracks lame-ass food puns or dad jokes that make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

You have competitions on who can come up with the most and the loser always faces a penalty.

Kuroo and creating penalties do NOT mix safely so you better hope you win.

“I love you a waffle lot.”

Proceeds to hold up a wrapped waffle.

Ok that one was kinda cute you’ll let it slide.

“I ap-peach-iate you Kuroo.”

Cue HyenaLaugh.mp3

“Want a pizza me baby? Bitch peas, doughnut take me lightly.”

You changed your mind.

You didn’t talk to him the duration of that shopping experience, no penalty could be as horrifying as what just came out of his mouth.

“(Y/N)... sometimes I feel like you don’t carrot all.”

You slapped him with said carrot and obviously had to pay for it after.

You forced him to eat it raw.

He is the definition of Neutral disaster when you go shopping.

Shitty food puns aside, he is actually very responsible when making sure you both get what you need.

Not without tons of poking, prodding, and blowing into your ear while you’re trying to decide what ingredients to buy for dinner.

You contemplated serving him a plate of bubbling snot and moulded broccoli seasoned with rosemary.

Bone apple teeth, bitch.

Ofc you didn’t because he always pulls out the puppy eyes and cuddles card after since he knows he’s well and truly rattled your patience lmao.

Actually picks really healthy food options?? Being the captain of a team he has the responsibility of keeping his health in top condition and leading by example so at least he knows the right ingredients to make a bomb-ass and nutritious meal ig.

Y’all always bicker and tease each other at the checkout which is usually great amusement for the clerk serving you as they often smirk and perceive you as an old married couple.

Which tbh you kinda are, it feels like it at least.

Still such a big asshole though lmao you never leave the store without your sanity being scathed.

KUNIMI:

Honestly just wanted an excuse to make jokes at the expense of the Aoba Johsai teammates.

and what better candidate for cracking these than Kunimi.

He’s a very chill partner to have tag along with you on your endeavours.

Not without some grumbling and groaning on his part though, lazy bitch.

You always finish shopping trips with a busted lung at how much you have been laughing though with some of the SHADY ASS REMARKS HE MAKES ABOUT THE OTHER TEAM MATES.

You were outside the store when you both spotted an angry looking Doberman tied to a nearby post.

“Smh who let Kyotani outside again.”

You hadn’t even set foot in the store yet and he was already spitting flaming insults.

[Walking up to the automatic double doors]

“Damn Oikawa move out of my way.”

Oikawa just tryna live and he keeps getting roasted for his flat cheeks

#StopOikawaAssShaming

Ten minutes of scouring the store later he picks up a spikey Kiwano and compares it to Iwaizumi’s hair.

Proceeds to beg you not to tell my boy Iwa because he KNOWS he will get decked to the gym floor.

Passers by often wonder why you’re wheezing and producing noises like a boiling kettle.

When I tell you no one is safe, I mean N O O N E.

“These Yule logs really out here looking like Matsukawa’s brows.”

The finisher was when Kunimi picked up a turnip and said

“Huh, kinda looks like Kindaichi.”

I just-

He could roast a whole chicken in minutes from the burn of these comments I stg.

You can now never look at the Seijou team without various foods or inanimate objects plaguing your thoughts.

Thanks, Kunimi.

#hq #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurō #nishinoya yuu #bokuto kotaro #terushima yūji #karasuno #johzenji #nekoma #fukurodani #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu x reader #aoba johsai #kunimi akira #seijou #seijoh

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insertdeeplyrics · 3 years

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On the ending of Supernatural

Hi, I’ve never actually posted anything on Tumblr of my own creation (I mostly reblog stuff), but I’ve just seen the ending of Supernatural, and given that this is where I’ve been fed my SPN content, it felt right to share my thoughts here. I’m sure nobody is going to read this, but whatever, I just need to get this out of my chest. Sorry in advance if this is too long, but I have to type this out if I want to move on.

I still need to take some time to process everything that’s happened, because it is a lot. I did have my hopes up for the finale, thinking that Cas would at least show up, but like many of the fans, I was let down.

So I guess that would be the first issue I had with the episode. Regardless of what Dean felt towards Cas, if he reciprocated his feelings or not (which he totally did, I mean, we have all been watching the same show for 12 fucking years, and if you don’t believe me, there are plenty of metas that would support this statement), he still is his best friend and it doesn’t sit right with me the fact that he doesn’t even try to find a way to rescue Cas from the Empty. And okay, maybe he didn’t, make Cas got resurrected by Jack, then why the hell wasn’t he on the final episode? He was a pivotal character for the series, I mean, the proof is in the ratings: Season 7, when he was killed off to apparently never return, the ratings were at their lowest. The show may have started as just Dean and Sam, but over the years it became much bigger than them, and it is so disappointing that the show runners failed to acknowledge it. But I’ll get back to this point later.

Okay, I need to talk about Dean’s death, the only part of the episode that made me cry, because my poor baby had to suffer so much! Like, when he started saying that Sam never put up with John’s crap (which reinforces my headcanon that John was abusive towards the boys) and how much he admired him for it, my heart just shattered. I just love Dean Winchester so freaking much, and they did him so dirty... Don’t get me wrong, Jensen and Jared’s acting was 10/10, like, I thought I had a grip of myself and then Sam started crying and tears came back to my eyes. Nonetheless, I felt that the scene was so freaking long! I mean, Dean was dying, and he had time to make a 10 minutes-long speech! C’mon! Also, I get that Sam and Dean’s relationship is quite deep and strong and whatever, but I felt a bit unconformable watching it: it didn’t feel like a brotherly goodbye, more like a lover’s one. They were too touchy and intimate, and, overall, their relationship from this point on was coded as a romantic one, in my opinion. And Chuck, did I hate it! I have an older brother and I know what it is like to be close to your sibling and to love him more than anything else in the world, but the way they portrayed their relationship on this last episode felt incest-y, which makes me believe that this scene was originally written with another character in mind (cough CAS cough) or the writers don’t know the difference between romantic and brotherly love. To finish off, the way they killed off Dean??? I mean, I did expect Dean to die, but this was such a horrible and ridiculous way to go... I would have accepted it if he died actually fighting, but impaled??? After all he’s been through, after fighting so many demons, angels and deities, that’s how he dies??? That just felt cheap and rushed. Dean did not deserve that ending and I refuse to accept it. In fact, I refuse to acknowledge the existence of this whole fucking mess of an episode. Also, I just can’t believe that no one showed up to Dean’s funeral. I just can’t. I get that maybe it was difficult to bring in a lot of actors due to the pandemic, but they could have added them on post-production...

Next, we have Sam’s ending. He quits hunting and finally obtains his white-picket fence life. I did like the fact that he honored all of his friends and family that he lost along the way, especially Dean. Like, yes, if my brother died, I would like to keep a token (don’t know if that’s the actual word for it, my first language is not English), to have something with me that reminded me of him and to have him with me wherever I go. And I did like that he named his son Dean, in honor of his brother. However, we don’t know how he met his wife, we don’t even know who she is. They set up Sameileen for what?? Like, Sam and Eileen deserved better, tbh. And, again, even with Covid restrictions they could have done something to signal that Sam got married to Eileen, you don’t need the actor there. In fact, we never actually found out what happened to her, and just like I can’t believe that Dean didn’t even try to save Cas from the Empty, I can’t believe that Sam didn’t reach out to Eileen. Furthermore, the montage with his son felt cheap and a way to try to appeal to the audience’s emotions... (Btw, as a side note, the grey wig and the glasses, my god, they did Jared dirty 😂😂). But it wasn’t doing it for me, I didn’t care much for the kid, and while I do believe that was always going to be Sam’s ending, I didn’t like how it was executed.

And the worst part of it all: that suuuuuper long scene with Dean driving in Heaven, waiting for Sam. They could have used that time to show something more meaningful, even to develop a bit more Sam’s new life, how he adjusted to domesticity and fatherhood and all that crap. Or, I don’t know, A TEAM FREE WILL 2.0 REUNION??? And I guess this is my biggest issue with the whole episode. I get it, Sam and Dean are the central characters, the ones that started it all, but family don’t end with blood, and they were not the only ones who deserved a goodbye. They had formed so many bonds and friendships over the years, and to not have them address them on the final episode just feels infuriating. Especially Cas. His arc was not finished, he deserved to be on the finale. We never got Dean’s reaction to his confession, we don’t know how he felt about him, nor did Cas get to say goodbye to any other character. How did he get out of the Empty? What is he doing now? Is he still an angel? Also, he gave his life to save Dean, only for Dean to be killed not long after. My headcanon that is helping me cope with Dean’s death is thinking that he was so quick to accept his death because he was hoping to reunite in Heaven with Castiel. A girl can dream, ok??? But also, what about Jack? He is the new God, but I highly doubt it that he won’t drop by the Bunker from time to time, after all, Sam and Dean (AND CAS, ESPECIALLY CAS) raised him. And Charlie? Did she get back with Stevie? Did she and the boys go for drinks from time to time? And Jody? Donna? Claire? Sorry to be so repetitive, but I just can’t understand why the writers thought that these characters weren’t important enough to deserve a spot on the finale, and not just an off-hand mention (and not even all of them got that). Of course, the brothers are the main characters and their goodbye must be the longest and the most emotional of them all, but like I said before, the show stopped being just about the Winchesters on season 3, when Bobby was first introduced, maybe even 4, with Cas.

Overall, the finale left a lot of questions unanswered, most of them regarding secondary characters (but not less important for that!), completely destroyed Sam and Dean’s character development (Dean never got to be free, like he had been fighting for all season, probably all his life; Sam’s development is non-existing, as he ended up as he would’ve if he never had gotten on that hunting trip with Dean 15 years ago), and completely disregarded all the themes they had been setting up this season, probably on previous ones as well. It is sad knowing that the writers, either don’t know the show good enough to give it a proper goodbye, or they just didn’t care to do so. I don’t know who’s to blame here (definitely not the actors, though, probably someone higher up the chain), but I just know that I am so fucking disappointed. I expected more from the last episode of a 15-season TV show, one that has been part of my life for 7 years. I guess, that despite all of it, I can’t hate Supernatural. Maybe I was not a hardcore fan like some people on this site, but I did care for the characters and what happened to them. This is the show that introduced me to the world of shipping (Destiel will always hold a special place in my heart, it doesn’t matter how badly their relationship was treated, as well as the characters) and I got to discover one of my favorite characters, Dean Winchester. He is just such so complex, one that I relate to on so many levels, and his relationship with Cas has been the source of many short stories that I’ve never posted anywhere, but that have made me take up writing again. That’s the reason why I love the show so much, it has helped me tap into my creativeness and go back to writing, a passion of mine that I seem to have forgotten over the years. Anyways, maybe one day I’ll publish some of those stories, and maybe even write my own fix-it fanfic, but right now, I can’t deal with anything that has to do with the show, I am too hurt. Maybe once the five stages of grief are over, I might give it a try and read all of the amazing codas and fanfics that I’m sure will be posted here or on AO3. But for now, Supernatural is dead and gone, and I don’t want to talk nor think about it anymore. I’m done wasting my time here, because I feel like that’s what I’ve been doing this past 7 years after watching this crap of a finale.

To finish this long rant off, I just want to say thank you to some meta-writers, the true heroes of the fandom. Thanks to them, I carried on watching the show, because they made me have hope that things will get better. They are the ones that have made this experience worth something, and even though I’ve never spoken to any of them, I see you and I love you. Thanks for everything ❤.

@tinkdw @charlie-minion @dotthings @heliodean @verobatto-angelxhunter @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

#supernatural #spn s15 #spn #carry on #destiel #supernatural finale #personal rant #dean is bi #dean winchester #sam winchester #disappointed #dean winchester deserved better #destiel forever #jack also deserved better #every fucking character deserved better #character development who? don't know her #castiel #spn spoilers #spn 15x20

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 3 years

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Extra Part 8

U.A. a school for students to learn how to become the best Pro-Hero. When young Y/n Midoriya returns from her traveling to be accepted through recommendation. What awaits her when she meet the explosive blonde Katsuki Bakugo

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Katsuki Bakugo x Midoriya!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Cousin!Reader

Warning-Spoilers from show, mainly hero license arc.

Series Masterlist

You and your classmates had spent the next four days in Gamma Gym working on your special moves. You had spent your time focusing on your energy projectiles and incorporating your psionic energy to hand-to-hand combat skills to enhance them. You and Kacchan had gotten closer spending time together in your dorms or you spent time training as he helped you get your quirk in control, and he also wanted to have someone to fight with who had equal power.

“The students are progressing nicely.” All Might said to Mr. Aizawa as they looked over at each student. Mr. Aizawa focused on you as you used your quirk to destroy a huge slab of stone.

“AP Shot!” Bakugo named one of his moves which allowed him to create an explosion beam. The beam created a hole in the stone. What you did see was it beginning to crack before a chuck fell heading towards All Might. Suddenly Izuku appeared and destroyed the rock with a kick before destroying the remaining with another kick.

“Are you ok All Might?” Izuku asked. You used your quirk to propel yourself up to the platform Bakugo was on.

“That was a close one.” You sighed walking over to him.

“Tch.. He has to be more careful.” He scoffed looking away.

“Sorry for that Young Bakugo.” All Might called out to him

“Be more careful old man!” Bakugo yelled explosions coming out his hands. You smiled at his outburst

“That move you did was really cool.” You complimented the blonde, his anger cooled down giving you a brief nod.

“It took some time but I think I got it down. Your quirk is getting better.” He pointed out you smiled

“Yeah I am able to use my quirk to float much better than last time, ” You giggle remembering we you began training with Bakugo and you were barely able to get a foot of the ground, “I wouldn’t be able to get better if it weren’t for you.”

His face turned red and he looked away from you “Yeah whatever.” Class 1-B and Vlad King showed up and they talked with Mr. Aizawa while one kid Netio Monoma, a kid you had seen around the school was talking with Izuku, Kaminari, and Kirishima. After your training had finished you and the girls were relaxing in the common area.

“That training was intense.” Ashido groaned laying on one of the couches draping her hand across her forehead.

“Has anyone made any special moves yet?” Hagakure asked

“I have special moves in mind but they did more training.” Tsuyu said.

Momo nodded “As do I with more training I’ll be able to get it down.”

“Same I almost got one move down. What about you Uraraka?” You looked at your friend who seemed to be in a daze and upset. Tsuyu nudged her snapping her back in reality

“Uh yeah I have a long way to go, but my heart is all jumbled up.”

“Maybe it’s because you're in love.” Ashido teased much to Uraraka’s shock

“No I'm not.” she denied her face turning red.

“Oh it’s probably Izuku or Tenya.” Ashido pries. Uraraka begins to float in embarrassment.

“Okay let’s leave the poor girl alone.” You try to calm the situation, which Momo and Tsuyu agreed.

“Don’t act all innocent Y/n. I saw Bakugo leaving your room really late one night. Wanna talk about that.”

Your face turns red, “That was nothing, he was just checking to see if I was okay, that’s it.” you defended yourself

“You have been spending an awful lot of time with him, with training and school.” Momo pointed out and the rest of the girls giggled.

“Momo what happened to not prying into people’s love life.”

“Oh so Bakugo is part of your love life.” Hagakure smiled and the girls laughed at your mistake.

“Aww look you're all red.” Ashido poked at your cheek and you smacked her hand away.

“And now I’m going to bed.” You stood up ignoring the whines from the girls and your departure. You got in the elevator watching the light ding each time you went up a floor. The elevator stops at the 3rd floor and opens and Bakugo is waiting there. “Hey Kacchan” you smile as he walks in.

“Hey, how are you.” He greeted standing next to you.

“Good, Are you ready for the exam?” You turned to look at him leaning against the wall.

He shrugged looking forward “Tch, Just another step closer to becoming a Pro.” The elevator dinged the door opens and you both stepped out.

“I see you tomorrow then.” You gave him a smile one growing on his face as well.

“Yeah, goodnight Y/n.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek quickly, his face turning bright red after that. He rushed off and you could hear him mumbling stuff which made you laugh

“Night Kacchan.”

You made your way to your room getting yourself ready for bed and letting sleep take over you.

The remaining days of your training had come and went, and it was the day of the exam. You got off the bus at the exam site holding your hero case. “Uhh I’m so nervous now that we’re here.” Hagakure frowned looking around at the other school showing up. Some of your other classmates agreed with her sharing their grievances.

“Just do your best and you will be able to go further to your goals of becoming heroes.” Mr. Aizawa said, standing in front of your class.

Kaminari looks at you all “Yeah he’s right if we are going to be heroes we need to go PLUS-”

“ULTRA!” Before Kaminari could finish, some random guy jumped into your huddle yelling out your phrase. You gave a look over to Bakugo as you watched the guy's reaction. “I’ve always wanted to say!” The boy bellowed making you guys wince at his enthusiasm.

“Yoarashi, it’s rude to interrupt other people’s huddle.” Another student who was literally covered in hair walked up to him with what you assumed was his other classmates.

“I’M VERY SORRY!” The boy vigorously bowed slamming his head into the ground, standing back up his head was bleeding much to you and your classmates' shock.

“There is a high school in the Kansai that is par with U.A,” Bakugo comments, “There from Shiketsu High.”

“I’M VERY EXCITED TO BE COMPETING WITH U.A AND I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST OF LUCK.” He exclaims before walking off with his fellow classmates. You watched as they walked away and other schools parted away from them as they walked in the exam building.

“Jeez What’s up with him.” Kirishima said.

“That energetic student is Inasa Yoarashi and a powerful contender. He was at the U.A. entrance exam the same year as you all and received top score. However, despite that score he declined the offer and went to Shiketsu.” Mr. Aizawa explain to you all who that student was.

“Why would he refuse enrollment in U.A. even though he admires the school.” Sero questioned

“Although Yoarashi can be awkward, his strength is great, be careful and keep an eye on him.” Mr. Aizawa warns everyone.

“Eraser!” A woman yelled and Mr. Aizawa winced “I know that scowl anywhere.” You all turn to see a very colorful woman approach you guys, “I saw you on tv at the sports festival, but it’s been awhile since we’ve been this close in person.”

She waved at him as she got closer, “Who is she?” You looked over at Bakugo who shrugged in return.

“Oh that’s Ms. Joke the Smile Hero her quirk is Outburst. She forces people around her to laugh which affects their ability to think and keeps them from being able to move,” Izuku rambled on about the Pro in front of you all “Her fights against villains are always full of insanity.

“It seems like you two were close.” Asui points out

“Our agencies were near each other, as young heroes striving to make a difference in the world a mutual love bloomed.” She sighed reminiscing the memories

“No it didn’t”

“I do miss your quick retorts!” She laughs “Let’s get married.”

“No.” Her bold retorts make you smile at how quickly Mr. Aizawa deflects her attempts

“Good one” Ms. Joke bursts into laughter

“You’re hard to talk to, as usual Joke.” Mr. Aizawa sighs

“Come on imagine it if I was your wife you’ve have a future full of constant laughter!” She pointing to Mr. Aizawa

“That sounds like an actual nightmare” She laughed before turning to your class

“I‘m a teacher at Ketsubutsu Academy High School for Class 2-2.” She points overs to some students getting off one of the buses walking over to your class.

“Wow Class 1-A I saw you guys during the sports festival. I’m Yo Shindo. I’m impressed with your class’ perseverance considering everything you went through this year.” One student greeted the group, grabbing Izuku's hand and shaking it. “You’re Izuku Midoriya I saw you during the sports festival,” Izuku's face turned red at the comment that someone saw him on tv, “You’re Y/n Midoriya you were there for the Kamino incident must have been scary.”

He grabbed your hand as well as you stumped over your words. “Well..I mean...It happened.”

He turned to Bakugo who was next to you. “Katsuki Bakugo 1st place winner. I can’t wait to fight you.”

“Yeah, whatever, you can drop the act.” Bakugo scoffed, insulting him.

“Hey Bakugo, sorry about him.” Kirishima apologized on his behalf and Shindo shrugged, not bothered. After that little incident you all went off to get changed into your hero costumes. You head out of the locker room and head to the main stadium where everyone else was. You saw some of your classmates amongst the crowd. Once everyone was in the room a man who looked on the verge of collapse walked up to the microphone.

“Hello I am Yokumiru Mera from the Hero Public Safety Commission. You all are here to take your Provisional Hero License Exam out of the 1540 examinees only 100 of you will actually participate in the actual exam.” You all look around in frustration your chances of passing decreasing even further. “You all will need to complete the first exam to determine the 100 examinees that will compete in the Provisional Hero License Exam,” He yawn trying to stay awake, “The first part of the exam will test your speed which is required in Heroics. In the preliminary round; every examinee will take three targets and place them somewhere on their bodies where others can see, you cannot place them on your feet and armpits.”

The screen behind him shows a diagram of the targets. “Each examinee will be given six balls to use to hit the targets; the targets will light up when it is hit by a ball and once the third target is lit up, that examinee is considered as lost and disqualified. Whoever lights up the third target will be considered as the person who took down the other person. The goal of the preliminary round is to take down two examinees using the six balls given and whoever takes down two people will pass and qualify for the Provisional Hero License Exam.” Mr. Mera continues on his words getting more sluggish as he appears to fall asleep at the podium. He jolts rubbing his eyes looking over the students of different years, “You all will be given the targets and balls a minute after the preliminary round has begun.” He finished up walking off the stage as more people came out handing you all the targets and balls.

You had put one of the targets on your thigh, one on your stomach, and the last one right above your chest. Everyone had finished placing the targets and you all waited to be led to the arena to take the exam.

“Now that everyone has finished we can begin the exam.” Mr. Mera states and the room around you opens up and you are inside the arena with different terrains. An alarm went off and immediately different schools rushed off to different areas creating distance, and you saw Todoroki making his way away from the class.

“We should all stick together as other schools might be after us.” Izuku calls out to your classmate.

“I’m not going to hold back using my quirk more effectively and not become an easy target huddle together.” Todoroki comments running off in a different direction. Kacchan and Kirishima begin to separate as well with you following them.

“Sorry Izuku, I don’t want anyone in the crossfire of me using my quirk, good luck though.” You send a wave running up to catch up with the boys with Denki following after you.

“Why are you damn extras following me?” Bakugo growls heading off to the city-like district.

“Cause we can Bakubro.” Kirishima smiles following the grumbling blonde.

“Someone’s gotta look after you and make sure you pass.” You commented walking next to him.

“I DON’T NEED A BABYSITTER!” He yelled sparks coming from his hands. You laugh as your group makes you way into the city. It had been a while since the exam had begun and already 58 people had passed, early in you all felt a huge earthquake but focused on the task on hand.

“Want some gum?” Ms. Joke offers Aizawa a piece.

“It’s the kind that traps your finger, right? No thanks.” he counters trying to look at the chaos happening in the arena. “It’s frustrating not being able to see who failed and who passed, though.”

“Our Shindo made it even harder to see by splitting open the ground, too.” Ms. Joke points out putting a piece of gum in her mouth. Every so often you would see smoke or some form of movement but not very clearly, “Hm? What! Are you worried?” Ms. Joke turns to the stoic teacher.

“There’s something I realized after watching Class 1-A for a while, they might not realize it, but in Class 1-A there are two people whose presence has a big effect. They’re not leaders, or the most popular, and the two of them don’t get along at all. But, before I knew it, their passion spread to the rest of the class. It’s strange, but one of them is always at the center of any major events. Joke, I’m not worried. I can’t wait to see what they’ll do. Even if they’re not physically with everyone, their presence raises the standard for the whole class.”

“You’ve fallen for them hard, hm? Gross.” Joke blows a bubble with her gum.

“That is my class.. Class 1-A.”

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littlepenguin21 · 3 years

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My notes/complaints/hope? on the end of SPN

(This was written the night of November 19th) My list of grievances against the last episode of Supernatural 1. There is absolutely no way on Jack's green earth Sam didn't look for Dean. When Sam got a dog and didn't look for him, Dean was so angry and sad that I refuse to believe Sam wouldn't at least try to bring him back, especially since Sam had no way of knowing a)where Dean went (Dean was even a little surprised to see he was in Heaven), b)about Heaven's reform, or c)whether that was what Dean truly wanted (he's lied before, remember?) It almost makes Sam look like a bad guy who just doesn't care about his brother as much his brother cares about him. I will acknowledge Dean's final wish was to not be brought back, but I still think Sam would've like investigated the afterlives to see where Dean ended up.

2. Cas's sacrifice was completely meaningless. Cas was always happy to bleed for the Winchesters, but his final time hit the hardest because he wanted Dean to lived so much that he admitted to happiness and caused his own death to save Dean. And then Dean dies. Like three weeks later.

3. Dean, the greatest hunter in the world, the man who killed Hitler gets impaled on a piece of metal and thinks, "yeah, this is how I wanna go out." There's no way that that's an outcome that Dean would've accepted so easily. Being killed in a vampire's nest that they already half wiped out. He could've prayed to Jack, or taken his chances getting to a hospital. His death had no purpose, other than to forced Sam to move on without Dean.

4. Why didn't Jack bring Dean back? I get that he wants to be hands-off, but he brought Cas back, and if I know anything about Cas, he wouldn't want Dean dead/separated from Sam. I'm going to choose to believe that Cas, Jack, and Dean sat down together and discussed the pros and cons of bringing Dean back.

5. The dog died. We didn't see it happen, but it did.

6. Only Bobby is seen. If they're in Heaven, and almost everyone (I see you Kevin, living your best afterlife) Dean knew and loved is there, why doesn't he go see them? All the people he couldn't save or that he couldn't say goodbye to, and he just leaves it at that? What about Ellen and Jo, Dean? You're not even going to check on them? Pamela? Jess? No one?

7. Dean rides alone in the car. Even though his best friend, his son (Jack, not Ben or someone), his mom, his other friends, and both his dads are in Heaven (and closeby), why doesn't he take any of them along for the ride? Sam gets to raise a family, but Dean can't have a road trip buddy? Even if the Covid restrictions and stuff didn't allow Misha or Alex or another guest to come back on set, you'd think they could've put a body double for Cas (or whoever) in the seat for a couple of minutes. It just makes Dean's life seem less important than Sam's because Dean has to wait for Sammy, while Sam's free to hang out with others and socialize. Even if time works differently in Heaven or something (like 40 years on earth was only 2 minutes in Heaven), Dean could've found somebody to tag along instead of just being a loner.

8. Sam's wife isn't established to be Eileen. If Sam had like signed to her in ASL or something, or we could've had some clue as to her identity, that would have been wonderful. Instead, she was just a nameless means to an end (getting Dean II).

9. The beginning of the ep establishes that there are very few monster cases. So, does that mean Sam gave up hunting? Apparently not because his son has an anti-possession sigil tattooed on his arm (even though with Rowena in charge, those tattoos are super unnecessary). Sam hunting could've been another moment that would've been okay to see.

10. The ep had a noticeable lack of inside jokes. Normally tuning into a series finale means you're going to hear callbacks to other episodes and be able to reminisce on the past. Besides the pie part, I don't think there was much of that. No jerk, no bitch. Did Bobby even say Idjit?!?!

11. For an episode that supposedly was written to resolve their family arc, the boys were barely together, and their created family was almost nonexistent (other than Bobby and his mentioning of Cas and Jack).

12. The show forced family to end with blood. Dean drove off to wait for his biological brother, while leaving Bobby (and apparently Cas) behind. Sam, on the other hand, marries, has a kid, and lives a full life, but too doesn't have his family network outside of his nuclear family. There are many living friends that Sam has that we don't see him visit because all the time is spent on his raising of his son so that his death can parallel Dean's (someone the care about tells them it's ok).

13. Jared doesn't really look old.

14. During his death, Dean wouldn’t have wanted to Sam to be left alone. They were in a vamp’s nest, and Dean just decides that he’s gonna allow himself to die with no guarantee that Sammy is safe. There’s no way Dean would do this.

15. Gay love didn't pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Instead, Dean died and we all got was a lousy existential crisis. DISCLAIMER: I'm only writing about what happened in the ep, not what could have happened. Like, Sam could've had dinner with Jody and the girls every weekend and Dean could've made out with Cas offscreen, and I would be non the wiser. I'm going off of what I saw and heard in the episode. This was written on the 20th 15. Dean died young.

16. The forehead thing was a little weird, ngl

17. Sam didn’t even try to pray when Dean was dying. Did he believe that Jack just wouldn’t listen? His dad was dying, there’s no way he would’ve left him to die. And Sam would’ve tried anything. Why did he think their (Cas, Dean, and Sam’s) son wouldn’t want to help?

18. Sam burned Dean’s body by himself. No friends.

19. Chuck got to live his life, while Dean didn’t.

Pros, I guess? 1. Sam does get a dog.

2. Dean really wasn't okay. He wasn’t coping well with Cas’s death and Jack’s leaving. That’s the only explanation for why he’d be willing to die. He was depressed, or at least hopeless.

3. They're all together at the end, even thought it isn't shown. And by all, I mean all: Jack, Cas, Bobby, Rufus, hopefully Ellen and Jo...

4. Dean likes Kansas

5. Dean finally got a kid named after him.

6. The Hunter Corp. Sam and Dean are somewhere, living their best lives.

7. The movie is possibly happening in 5 years

#spn #supernatural #destiel #spnfamily #spn 15x20 #15x20 #dean #dean winchester #sam #sam winchester #castiel #cass #cas #jack #jack kline #i may come back and add more later

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dedicadoamax · 4 years

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here’s all my hcs about gay brba/bcs characters’ relationships to and experience with their homosexuality just for funsies

gus - understood himself to be totally disinterested in girls since like age 8, didn’t realize that that meant he was interested in boys until his late teens. had really no hangups about it, as he already knew that he wasn’t like other men and would never be like them, so this didn’t make a difference. def had some one-off sexual experience while serving in the chilean military but frankly didn’t even imagine he would ever be in a serious relationship until he met max

max - knew from a young age due to being in love with a childhood best friend, but had his heart broken. dealt with internal shame over it for a while, but by his mid-20s was kind of working his way through all the other gay men in the communist party of chile. it never worked out with them for more than a month or so. and of course he finally shacked up with a literal member of the junta fgfdfvfds

mike - the lack of ANY canon details about his marriage other than that it lasted 22 years, including the fact that he never even says the word “wife”, makes me wanna think that his spouse wasn’t even a woman. i’m thinking two possibilities: 1) he had a kid with a woman who ran off after the fact, leaving him a single father, and soon after he privately “married” a man who acted as a second father to matty, or 2) his husband was trans. in any case due to the time period i have to think he was deeply closeted for much of his life, perhaps he gave in and went to a gay bar after returning home from the vietnam war and that’s where he met his future husband.

gale - no way that that fruit was ever NOT obvious. he’s always been THE weird gay kid and he’s owned it. he was the head of UNM’s GSA, he’s organized pride parades, he’s written spirk fanfic, the whole nine yards. the only thing that’s kept him from long-term relationships are his strong controversial opinions. also definitely has a crush on gus.

nacho - has known he’s gay most of his life, likely initially through a crush on domingo, but has remained completely in the closet in order to maintain his image and his safety. if it were just his relationship with his father that he was worried about, he could get away with simply not being obvious about having a bf - but he’s also stuck in the deeply homophobic environment that is the cartel. hence the two entire girlfriends. they maintain his cover (whether they know they’re a cover or not) and in return, he takes care of them. when he’s feeling particularly pent-up and can find the time, he’ll go out to a gay club to hook up. but the closest thing he’s had to a meaningful relationship with another man are the feelings he used to have (and still occasionally gets) for domingo and the dynamic he has with lalo.

lalo - due to his environment, he could unfortunately comprehend sex long before he could comprehend romance - but even with lust being the only thing on the table, he’d grown up without having his desires questioned and so he still confidently knew that he only wanted it with men. the salamancas could always tell that something was “off” about him and he could tell that they could tell, but he knew that ultimately nothing would be done about it as long as he served the family. so he’s never bothered to really keep it a secret. he’s had many flings and treated them all seriously, knowing well enough that his affections would fade and that he would move on after a bit. nacho’s likely the first one to challenge that, as he’s the first guy to also be in the cartel and not fear him and therefore to really Get him.

howard - realized through a fling with jimmy, back when he worked in the mailroom. started with a drunken makeout in a closet at an HHM christmas party, turned into a series of rendevous that ended when jimmy decided that howard was ashamed of him and that he’d only ever be howard’s dirty little secret. the truth was that howard’s reputation and therefore privilege was on the line, and he just couldn’t risk that becoming known about him. and he likely doesn’t become ready to let people know that until after chuck’s death, after he’s gotten therapy. in the meantime he’s neglected to get married and has honestly probably been pining for jimmy the whole time.

jimmy - not gay but bi, but still included here bc i gotta. similar to gus his realization that he liked men was just like “ok cool just another way i’m unique :)”. he had it in highschool when following through with a drunken dare to suck a dick, and he also realized that he was pretty good at it. tbh i think he might’ve done it as a side-gig whenever the scams he pulled with marco were coming up a little dry. it’s very fitting that he later gets repeatedly told he’s The Guy With The Mouth.

#gus fring #ignacio varga #lalo salamanca #mike ehrmantraut #jimmy mcgill #breaking bad #better call saul #mine #meta #gustavo #maximino #mike #gale #ignacio #lalo #howard #jimmy #long post

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meepmorpperaltiago · 4 years

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The Machine

Aka Jake and Amy travel through all my aus! This is a totally cracky idea I had to celebrate reaching 80 fics - I hope you enjoy this 2k crackfest of insanity!

Neither of them notice at first when the machine shows up in the precinct. No one knows what it is or what it does anyway - a group of officers stand around, trying not to press any of the buttons, not knowing whether or not it’s something dangerous.

It catches Jake’s gaze as he walks past on his way to see Amy, with its round shape, big buttons and silver shine and he asks the officers what it is.

“We don’t know”, his wife responds with a shrug, getting up and going over to the place where half of her beat cops are currently gathered. “Some crazy drunk guy who kept trying to tell us he was from a parallel world had it with him. It has all these buttons but we can’t figure out what any of them do.”

“Well you know what the best way is to find out what something is?”, Jake asks, taking Amy’s hand as he goes to push the biggest button, right in the centre.

“Jake no!”, Amy exclaims before a clap of lightning strikes and they’re thrown to the ground.

“Jake what the hell!”, Amy yells. “Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know what to tell you Ames, I see a button and I have to push it”, Jake responds with a shrug, hoping to win over Amy with a smile.

“Even Mac would know not to push that button and he’s 6 months old!”, she sighs, before getting up and looking around.

They appear to be in a large mall and other than it being unfamiliar, nothing about their location seems to be particularly amiss. Until, after deciding to explore a little to try and figure out where on earth they are, they walk into a record store with a name they don’t recognise and see Amy’s face plastered all over a prominently placed CD stand. Clear as day, it reads at the bottom “Amy Santiago: Sugar – 05/18/20”

Jake’s face lights up at the sight. “You know what this means?” he says to Amy with excitement, grabbing her arms.

“That one of us hit our head real hard and is hallucinating?”, Amy says.

“No – this is a parallel universe! Excuse me maa’m, could you tell me a little more about this album?”, Jake says, stopping one of the people working in the store as they go past.

She gives him a strange look before speaking slowly. “You mean the new Amy Santiago album? Her 11th and first in like 2 years? Well, it’s been pretty hyped up, we’re thinking it’s gonna sell a lot.”

“Why has she not done an album in two years?” Amy then asks, growing curious whether this is some kind of crazy fever dream or not and slightly concerned for this parallel version of herself that she’s just heard of.

“Well, she was kind of busy planning and then doing her year-long residency at Madison Square Garden…” the woman says, as if that’s something everyone knows.

Both of their eyes grow wide at that – the woman decides that the two of them are both just crazy and leaves them be with a quick excuse.

“Wait, if I’m some kind of big celebrity here, how come I’m not like, being mobbed or something?”, Amy asks.

“Uh, I think I know why”, Jake says, staring into his reflection on the front of the CD. Amy looks too and that’s when she realises: they look completely different.

“The machine must create some kind of filter”, Jake says whilst reading the track list.

“Come on, let’s try and find that machine and figure out how to get home,” Amy says, walking out of the store.

“Come on Ames, aren’t you at least a little bit curious about how all this happened? Don’t you wanna explore a little?”, he says, gesturing to her glammed-up image on the cardboard.

“Yeah, I guess I am a little curious…”, Amy says as Jake drags her away.

Hours later, they’re sat by the machine, having played the entire Amy Santiago Essentials Playlist on Apple Music whilst looking for it and googling both of them (Jake was slightly disappointed to find out that he’s still just an ordinary guy in this universe).

“Wow Ames, other you made some bops, even though it does seem like she had a nervous breakdown doing it.”

“Yeah, it seems like she didn’t have a fun time for a while…”, Amy says distractedly, whilst eyeing up the big button that brought them here in the first place. “Lets hope this can bring us home”, she then says, before pressing the button in the centre and triggering another zap.

This time, they land on a beach – they both share a disappointed look, realising that they’re still not home.

“I wonder what’s different about this universe? Am I in a rock band?”, Jake says, only half joking.

Then they see a tail coming out of the water and realise they’re in a world even stranger than the last one.

When mermaid Amy sees them, she quickly dives under the water with a scared look on her face.

Stopped in their confusion, then they see a very relaxed Jake coming out of a nearby house and realise they can’t escape meeting themselves. Even if the other versions of them won’t know who they’re talking to.

Without even realising who they are, other Jake still looks at them with surprise “Sorry, it’s just we don’t get a lot of people on this beach”, he explains.

“We?”, Amy questions.

“Oh my wife and I. It’s kind of nice that it’s so quiet – then again that’s not always worked out great for me…”

Neither of them inquire into this rather strange comment which clearly has a story behind it, as a now two legged Amy comes out from a nearby cliff.

“Did they see me?”, she asks her Jake in a whisper that’s probably not as quiet as she’d like it to be.

Feeling awkward, original Jake and Amy make a move to leave, but Amy slips and accidently presses a button further down. Given the looks that their alternative selves give them, something must have messed with the perception filter. Then other Jake says it, in a slightly surprised voice.

“You’re… us”

“Yep”, Jake says, feeling very awkward. “That machine has kind of been taking us through all these different wild scenarios…”

“Wait, why aren’t you more shocked?”, Amy asks.

He responds with a shrug, saying: “Well, I married a mermaid, my life is already wild enough”

“Jake!”, mermaid Amy says, elbowing him with a whisper. Clearly this is some kind of secret that he was supposed to keep.

“Come on babe, it’s us”, he points out to his Amy.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right”, she admits.

Jake finally asks the question he’s been itching to ask ever since he realised him and Amy are still together in this world. “How did you two meet anyway?”

That’s how they end up sat chatting to their alternate selves, exchanging stories and comparing their wildly different life experiences. They both love each other’s stories, although the mermaid one is of course slightly more strange.

“Do you still miss being a cop?”, Jake asks the other version of him as he draws patterns in the sand.

“Y’know, I did for a really long time… but now I’m ok”. He smiles softly at his Amy when he says that, bumping her shoulder slightly and it warms Jake’s heart a more than a little bit.

“Ames, you’re basically Ariel here!”, Jake says excitedly whilst the other versions of them head back their beach house.

“I know!”, Amy says as she once again pushes that darn button.

They still don’t end up back at the precinct. This time, they end up in a place that seems distinctly… historical.

This time, they figure out their story with a simple look at a newspaper. The headline reads “SANTIAGO SCANDAL AS LADY AMEILA ELOPES WITH SERVANT”

“Amy… you gave up everything for me…”, Jake says, moved by the sacrifice that the other version of his wife made as he looks at the front page article in more detail. Amy simply reads along with him, resting her head on his shoulder unsurprised – she’d definitely have done the same thing.

They’re in a cheering crowd and they see themselves high up on a balcony. The other versions of them wave elegantly, with a boy in tow that looks distinctly like an older version of the baby who waits for them at home. It makes their hearts ache a little and increases their determination to get home. But first, they look at their phones to figure out how the heck they became royalty in this world.

Jake smiles as he imagines Amy going through the awkward process of becoming a princess: but then again, he can imagine she would make a great ruler. And she definitely has the beauty part down.

“Do you think we could just break that filter thingy again and chuck these guys down some stairs?”, Jake says in a joking tone.

“Jake we can’t murder ourselves, let alone assassinate royalty”, Amy says in a hushed tone and with a giggle.

As they keep pushing the button, they go through more and more scenarios.

“You had kids with Teddy?”

“I had a kid with Sophia?”

“Are we British here? What the heck are prefects?”

“Oh my god, we have such cool powers here!”

“Our kid has such cool powers here!”

“Gina and I are openly friends here? Rosa willingly sings on stage? And we’re in a girl band? This is weirder than our kid going to Hogwarts honestly”

“What the hell? We’re nowhere near cool enough to be Youtubers”

“How come I was the one who got Thanos snapped?”

“We all go to jail here? That’s a bummer”

“Fuck is this the Handmaid’s Tale? Oh man, this is even more of a bummer than the we all go to jail universe”

“Ooooh we’re both suffragettes?” “But you being in World War One is sucky”

“Oh god I love Chidi and Eleanor, I’m so glad we got to be them”

“Teddy proposing to you again, what a surprise”

“Oh my god, Jake this is like that one tv show we watched, the one with all the fairy-tales”

“Even more fairy tales! I hope this Amy wakes up that Jake soon”

In a second, they zap onto a darkened Brooklyn street and Jake looks up to see all of his dreams come true. There he is, up on a building in a white shirt, grappling rope in hand, filling the role of his hero, John Mclane. But in his excitement, he steps back, pushes the button and they zap away before he can see himself saving the day.

“Ugh, why can’t I ever do anything badass?”, he complains with a stomp of his foot as they seem to land back in the precinct. After checking that everything is definitely still the same, they realise they’ve spent an entire day hopping from world to world and they finally head home. Then Amy makes a curious observation.

“It’s so weird how some of those stories just never finished huh? Like someone was too lazy to finish them off or lost interest?”

“You know what I really loved about seeing all those different worlds?”, Jake asks as they snuggle together on the couch later that night, having put Mac down to sleep in the nursery.

“What?”, Amy asks, looking up at her husband with a curious gaze.

“In every universe, we always managed to come together. Even in worlds where you were a superstar, or we were in different classes, different ages and nationalities or you were another freakin’ species. We’re soulmates in literally every scenario.”

Amy smiles at that and simply kisses him in response.

“I guess we really were just meant to be”, she says as she falls asleep on his shoulder.

“I think so too,” he says in response before following suit.

#b99 #b99 au #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine fanfic #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago #peraltiago fic #royalty au #fantasy au #mermaid au #popstar au #basically literally every au I've ever done is referenced in some way here

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royaltealovingkookiness · 5 years

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I would just like to think at the end of it all, Zuko would get to have a loving family. That’s all he wanted and with a job as difficult and stressful and life threatening as fire lord after a century of war he seriously deserves it. Hes suffered so much. He deserves a supportive & loving spouse (that he ofc would reciprocate 110%) but after reading the comics I’m scared he never got that love support and deep friendship… :(

I’ve said before that I don’t really consider the comics and LoK canon for the ATLA story, but since your question is about it, let’s see what we know.

Zuko started out ATLA, chucked out of his home, shunned and hurt by his family, his uncle for his only ally (whom he was unable to appreciate at the time, still wanting desperately his father’s love and return to his home). Zuko’s arc, stronger than anyone’s is about found family; learning that home is where the people you love are, family is a palace (or a teashop) you build with acts of kindness and self-sacrifice, and he comes out of the war with a support structure that now he appreciates and understands for the blessing they are.

I have to confess, I only read the comics up to S & S, but here is what I know:

Iroh initially stayed more in the teashop in Ba Sing Se, but after the Promise, he seemed more involved in Zuko’s life, and the way Iroh talks about him in LoK to Korra, it is clear that their closeness continued.

Aang continued to come to help out whenever needed and they remained best friends until Aang’s death.

Suki and Ty Lee were among the Kyoshi Warriors who moved in the palace to support and protect Zuko. Sokka and Katara pop up to help at least to find his mum.

Zuko found his mum (I have my dislike of how her story went, but fact is Zuko was happy to have found her, was glad that she was happy). He also found out he has a half-sister who adores him unconditionally.

Zuko was shown to want to reconcile with Azula, and I really hope that at one point he did.

Romantically, he was shown to be in an on-and-off relationship with Mai.

From LoK, we know that he has a daughter, Izumi, who he is incredibly close to, who turns out to be a good leader and who continues to build his legacy. He has a grandson, Iroh II, who also has a lot of love and respect for his grandfather.

He has an animal companion in Druk that feels a lot like Appa to Aang.

He knows all of the Gaang kids, suggesting that they kept in touch in a more personal way (Tenzin mentions Ember Island holidays). He knows very well Korra’s dad, implying he remained in good terms with the Water Tribe.

As far as I know, the only thing we don’t know how Zuko’s marriage turned out to be and whether it was Mai he married.

From all the above, it seems to me that whatever the case was (to me he gives off strong single-dad vibes, possibly meaning his wife may died early), he had a strong support structure of family and friends whom he loved and appreciated, and a very fulfilling life, rich with meaningful relationships. I think he would have done whatever he needed to make his marriage work (ok, I know it takes two to tango), learning to focus on what he had rather than what he didn’t.

I love Zuko’s story so much, because it shows that it’s not romantic love that turns your life around, it is not a woman’s love that saves him. He saves himself because he learns to love the right way, he builds his patchwork family and his story is complete even without a sweeping romantic love story (I do find it appealing for him to have it, but not strictly necessary for his happiness).

Even in canon, even if things weren’t 100% perfect, I have the overwhelming feeling that Zuko was alright.

#atla #lok #atla comics #zuko #iroh #aang #ursa #kiyi #azula #mai #the gaang #izumi #iroh II #found family #Zuko’s story celebrates platonic bonds and I’m here for it #i also HC him as ace or demi #but that's a topic for another post #in any case he looks happy #rtk

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allysartstuff · 4 years

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Some may already know I retconned RariPants a little. Digital Art > Drawings > Movies & TV"> I didn’t include Fancy here as this whole thing was big enough already, might make a different post with just him. All the kids cutie marks are the same, just didn't want to draw them.

Rarity

Rarity’s first marriage to Fancy Pants wasn’t as smooth as she hoped. Before, they were on friendly terms and got along well. However, that all changed after a drunken night out in which Rarity became pregnant. Initially, he wanted Rarity to have an abortion descreetly and even offered her money to do so. Rarity, after long talks with her family and friends, decided she had enough emotional and financial support to raise her baby and told Fancy it was his decision if he wanted to be involved or not. Fancy decided he did want to be involved but, unbeknownst to Rarity, planned to woo her so that would marry him and not ‘live in shame’ (Fancy was older than Rarity, had some pretty old fashioned views and liked younger mares anyway). Luckily for him, his plan worked and Rarity fell pretty dang hard for his charm and gentleman ways and they married roughly a year after their first son was born, then called Chic Magnifique.

For the first few years, everything was good. Rarity moved to Canterlot where Fancy and Rarity raised Chic together and eventually decided to have another baby, Ace Dandy. But things started to gradually change. Fancy started staying out later and later, leaving Rarity to raise two very rambunctious boys on her own while working on her three shops from home. When she asked for help (like, y’know raise your fucking kids and no it’s not babysitting, dammit Fancy), his idea was to vigorously train them as perfect little elites. When Rarity saw the negative effects this had on the boys, she blew her top, resulting in many massive arguments. During this time, Rarity finally saw Fancy for who he really was and left him, returning to Ponyville with her sons.

Fleur de Lis

Many years before Rarity met Fancy, Fleur was Fancy’s secret personal bodyguard. A native of Prance and a former secret agent, she came to work for Fancy by chance. Often, Fleur would act like a typical trophy wife who would over fawn and simper over Fancy while on the lookout for anyone who could harm him. She is full capable of kicking anyone’s ass and had saved his butt on a few occasions. The pair became really good friends and the two fell in love and married. However, things began to de-escalate when Fancy wanted her to be his trophy wife for real. After only a year of marriage, Fleur noped out of that relationship and quietly moved to Ponyville, becoming a private Prench teacher while ignoring the Canterlot gossip surrounding her.

A few years later Rarity and Fleur have a chance meeting and, after getting over the awkwardness of the whole ‘holy shit, it’s my ex-husband’s ex-wife, oh fuck’ thing, they begin an understanding friendship and reguarly have tea together. They soon develop real, honest feelings for each other, especially when Fleur got on so well with Chuck and Ace. With the boys’ very eager blessing, Rarity and Fleur marry and have their own child, Opal, via Twilight’s IVF spell. Fancy was not a happy bunny when he found this out.

Chuck Lindsneigh (formerly Chic Magnifique)

A ecentric pony who doesn’t know the volume of his own voice, Chuck is passionate and anything but subtle. He loves nothing more than to go on rousing adventures, fly his plane (which he crashes a lot) and return lost/stolen artifacts to the indegious races of Equestria and beyond. He has a very strong sense of wrong and right and will not rest until it is right again. Despite having a savant-like intelligence in planes, archaeology and ancient pony societies, Chuck has difficulty understanding basic visual communication so he often fails to understand other feelings (eg, why his brother continues to keep in touch with their father) and can be easily lied to (eg, he has fallen for many a scam by Jammie Dodger). This is due to him being autistic, which wasn’t diagnosed until he was an adult, something Rarity feels terribly guilty for. May have an on/off no strings attached relationship with Orin every time he winds up in Manehatten. Hates Fancy Pants and often deliberately sends him bills to places he’s damaged by his plane crashing.

Ace Dandy

Ace lives up to his name as a hoofball superstar, the sport introduced to him by his grandfather Hondo Flanks, as a way to cope with his parent’s divorce. Although smaller than Chuck, he is easily physically stronger and incredibly fast, having both played for Ponyville and Canterlot teams. He takes his celebrity status and image very seriously, taking care of his appearance but also showing endless kindness by donating endlessly to charities and signing every autograph asked from him. As good as his intentions are, this stems from an underlying need to be perfect. His elite training from Fancy and his parents divorce resulted in severe issues. He’d sooner ram his head in a wall than get one thing wrong and little Ace blamed himself for the divorce, despite Rarity’s insistence than it wasn’t his fault. Because of this, Ace accepts his father back in his life when Fancy returns, much to Chuck’s disgust. They have an ok father son relationship but Ace stresses when Fancy makes a minor passing comment or action that something’s not to his liking. Basically, this boy is 50% muscle, 50% anxiety. Ace lives with his long-term boyfriend Bramble at Grand-Pear’s old house. The two are very sugary sweet and don’t know the meaning of PDA. But what Ace loves most about Bramble is his down to earth nature and it never fails to put him at ease (also, he has a cute butt).

Opal

Opal is Rarity’s third and final bab and Fleur’s only biological child. The youngest sib at seventeen, Opal get’s really excited at the most boring things imaginable. She looooves rocks and often believes she was born the wrong species (Opal has a deep admiration for Earth Ponies). As a child, Opal loved going with Rarity on her gem expeditions, although she was more interested in the rock around the glittering gems. She is completely obsessed with Maud Pie and Maud, a little amused and touched by Opal’s eagerness, took it upon herself to become her mentor (Opal fainted on the spot when she was told this). Opal is also autistic (diagnosed as a child and Rarity and Fleur recognised the signs), like Chuck, and will info-dump the hell out of you about rocks. She struggles with reading other’s facial expressions but otherwise is a happy wee soul. Most of the time. Opal was blessed with both her mothers’ beauty which attracted the attention of many teenage colts but they soon dumped her when they realised she would never shut up about rocks. This would plummet her confidence for a while until a meddling little Hullabaloo set her up with his mortified brother Lucky Bug. Now the two can enjoy talking about rocks, bugs and do any cute smooshy teen romance stuff to their hearts’ content.

Extras;

Bramble does not like Fancy one bit, but Ace begs him to be nice when Fancy visits as Bram is known to saying exactly what he thinks.

Chuck loves his family (besides he-who-shall-not-be-named) and pops in every now and again, announcing his return by slamming the door open and yelling, “What-ho!”

Fleur taught all of the kids Prench which they are all fluent in (although Chuck’s accent is atrocious).

When Rarity and Fleur became engaged, Chuck and Ace asked her if they could call her ‘Maman’. She cried ugly tears of joy at that.

Chuck and Ace adore their little half sister and would probably stomp on all of her ex-boyfriends if given the chance.

Opal was born via emergency c-section. Fleur will tell anyone who would listen that her c-section scar is her favourite of all her scars.

Ace is willing to model any new line of clothes Rarity makes.

My Little Pony, Rarity and Flaur de Lis (c) Hasbro

Chuck Lindsneigh, Ace Dandy and Opal (c) me

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celestyrai · 4 years

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Two and a half men

I started watching this iconic, American sitcom series once when I was so high, and didn’t stop ever (both getting high and laughing till I have enough air just to breathe), until the end of course. I binge watched the series for months and it was a house-full loaded laughter every time. It’s not like you watch it and then think about it, but it is something you enjoy while watching. The different characters, savage dialogues, dirty sex jokes, unexpected plot, the brilliant vocabulary (ok just Alan’s) would tickle you.

Starring Charlie sheen as Charlie Harper, was the spine of the show. The show portrays this person as a drunk/ coked rich, gambler, man-whore bachelor. Dressed in his signature look, wearing a bowling shirt and shorts, he writes Jingles for living in his beautiful Malibu beach house, which attracts a lot of women. He is also a free spirit and a generous person who lets Alan (his brother) who is a chiropractor and Jake (Alan’s son) live with him for 8 years rent free and constant puns after Alan’s divorce with his wife Judith who took his house and other belongings in Alimony, yet ends up in two failed marriages. Alan is an awkward sponge who won’t leave the house and continues to live there rent free till the end, with obvious sarcasms. Contrary to his brother, he is miserably poor and poor in his dating life which is not the case at the end. Both the brother agrees on just one thing which is hate towards their evil-genius, self-centered, Satan referred, bisexual mother Evelyn who is as free and a property estate agent who expresses her love to his family in a strange way. Jake, her grandson is a dimwitted, constant-eating and terrible in studies, later-pot smoker kid who makes his way through this ability. The three continues to live in this beautiful beach house which is taken care of by Charlie’s savage, sharp-tongue house keeper, Berta.

Charlie is constantly stalked by his crazy neighbor-millionaire ex-girlfriend Rose who is actually the cause of his pretending- death after they get married in Paris. After the death of Charlie Harper, the show couldn’t have progressed if it wasn’t the new face of main character Ashton Kutcher showed as Internet entrepreneur billionaire, Walden Schmidt who bought the house after his unsuccessful attempted suicide. He is depicted as an emotional, immature, needed to be taken care of kinda person who incredibly pretty and can be rightly said as the descendent of Thor. He successfully managed to keep up the genre of the series. He later marries Alan so as to put up an act to adopt a kid, Louis which is nullified after the adoption and dates their social worker.

I came to the last episode of the series today, which is so bizarre and so Unexpected, wherein Alan receives a letter informing Charlie’s left millions of royalties which is later showed already claimed by Jake. Charlie has also left money for his later revealed, lesbian, Charlie-trait daughter, Jenny and other ex- girlfriends/fiancés. Rose reveals that Charlie wasn’t really dead and that she has imprisoned him in a dungeon for four years, from where he escapes and wants to take revenge, which goes unsuccessful when he drop by his doorstep and a giant piano falls on his head, killing him which later falls on the Director of the series, Chuck Lorre who was dissing him.

Men, men, men, Manly men, men, men, Mennn.

It wasn’t too much even for the show when it ended. Nobody gave a fuck. Me neither and the fact Charlie Sheen wasn’t aired for the last episode. It is all showed in a comical way even the revenges for real. The recurring appearance of the actors was impeccable and justifiable to the plot then. I love how Ashton Kutcher took place and did a great job in maintaining the comical manner of the show and kept intact the female audience with his hot looks, after the first main lead was fired. If haven’t seen it yet go keep yourself busy for another two three months with laughter and new vocabs.

Cheerio!

#two and a half men

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Hiding. Part 77c

"This isn't a dream?"

“No honey, it’s not a dream.”

She smiled softly, clearly exhausted. "I love you."

“I love you too.” He kissed her tenderly.

Each time she blinked her eyes were staying closed for longer, she was trying to fight against it but the urge to sleep was overwhelming.

“You should sleep. Get your rest, you’re going to need it.” He said gently.

"What if I don't wake up?" She mumbled.

“You will.” He reassured, “I know you will.”

"I'm scared."

“Of what, baby?” He asked.

"That something bad will happen while I'm sleeping."

“You’ve just got to have faith that it doesn’t.” He kissed her tenderly.

"Stay here with me?"

“Of course. I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

Somewhat reassured she finally gave in to her exhaustion and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

As promised he stayed by her side.

After a few minutes Megan cautiously popped her head around the door. As she wasn't family the staff hadn't told her anything about what was going on.

Charlie looked up and gestured for Megan to come over to them.

"Is everything OK?" She whispered as she approached.

“Everything’s perfect.” He smiled brightly, a solitary tear rolling down his cheek.

Megan placed her hand on Charlie's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms. "They wouldn't tell me anything." She explained softly.

“He was born by c-section. Duffy lost more blood that average but nothing like she has the last times so she’s stable. She’s on obs every thirty minutes for the next twenty four hours.” Another tear rolled down her cheek. “The perfect delivery. Just what she always wanted.”

"She had me worried for a while there." Megan admitted. "He's a bonny little thing." She smiled, stroking a finger across the baby's cheek.

“That makes both of us.”

"She's too stubborn for her own good!"

“Hmm, god help Tilly’s partner if she's half aa bad as her mum!" He replied with a laugh.

"She's her mother's daughter for sure that one!"

“Oh she certainly is!”

"You should probably call the kids and let them know." Megan smiled.

“I want to surprise them.”

"How are you planning to do that? Won't they notice that their mum has been kept in hospital overnight and start to wonder?"

“I haven’t thought that far.” He admitted. “But they’ll be worried about Duffy.”

"Of course they will. Maybe wait til she's a bit more awake and let her call them?" Megan suggested.

“Good idea.” He smiled, “Would you like to hold him? There’s someone I need to go and thank.”

"Of course. I'll stay here with them both."

“Thank you.” He smiled. He kissed Megan's cheek and handed the baby over to her.

Megan took hold of the little boy with much practised ease.

The baby stirred a little but remained asleep in Megan’s arms.

Charlie kissed Duffy’s forehead and went to find Maggie.

After updating Duffy's notes Maggie had gone to the staffroom for a much needed cup of tea and a couple of biscuits, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

Charlie lent against the door frame, “Hi.”

Maggie jumped, not expecting anyone to enter the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

"Is everything OK?" She asked, getting up from the sofa.

“Yes thanks to you.” He stepped towards her, “I wanted to say thank you.”

"I was just doing my job." She shrugged, blushing slightly.

When he was close enough, he kissed her cheek. “You saved them both. Thank you.”

"I'm just glad everything turned out OK. You're usually so calm and unflappable, it was unnerving seeing you so scared."

“She terrifies me.” He admitted.

"So I've discovered the gap in the Charlie Fairhead facade?" She laughed.

“Yes something like that.” He smiled shyly.

"I promise not to tell anyone." She whispered conspiratorially.

“Thank you.” He whispered back.

"She's a lucky lady."

“I’m the lucky one.”

"Yeh, I don't know your wife that well but she seems nice." Maggie agreed.

“She’s lovely, got a heart of gold.” He told her with a smile.

"We should all be so lucky to find that special someone." Maggie sighed.

“There’s someone out there for everyone. Duffy and I were just lucky to find it together.”

"What if that person is already taken by someone else?"

He smiled sadly, “I’m not sure.”

"Do you go for it or leave well alone?"

“Depends on the person.” He shrugged, “Test the water? See what happens?”

"OK." She replied, giving him a dazzling smile.

He smiled back, holding her gaze for a second longer than necessary. “I should probably go back to Duffy and the baby, make sure she’s not causing trouble.”

"Yeh. I'll catch up with you during your next shift." She squeezed his arm. "Congratulations." She smiled, leaning in to give him a hug.

He hugged her back, “Thank you.”

"You know where I am if ever you need anything." She whispered as she lingered in his embrace.

“I know. Same goes to you too.” He smiled before he pulled out of the embrace and left her to it. He headed back to see Duffy, Megan and his son.

When he arrived back in resus Duffy was awake again and becoming increasingly agitated. Megan was attempting to calm her down with little success.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Charlie asked.

"Where the hell did you go? You said you'd stay with me!" Duffy replied, her tone angry despite her still being weak and tired from the birth.

“I was gone for five minutes.” He replied, “I was thanking the woman who saved yours and the baby’s life. It’s the least I could do.”

"Saying thank you takes a few seconds. What were you doing the rest of the time?"

“I was talking.”

"Talking to her was more important than being here was it?" Duffy spat back.

"Duffy, pet, calm down. You're not going to do your blood pressure any good if you don't." Megan attempted to calm her.

“Don’t start taking his side!” Duffy answered back.

Charlie sighed, “Duffy I was talking. I was gone five minutes that’s all.” He stepped towards her and stroked her cheek.

Duffy pulled her face away from his touch, reaching out towards Megan to take her son back.

“Darling?” He sighed.

Duffy relaxed slightly after Megan handed the baby back to her.

"I'm going to give you both a few minutes." Megan sighed.

“Thank you Megan.” Charlie watched as Megan left the room and sat down by the bed. He watched Duffy with their son.

Duffy attempted to sit up as the baby began to fuss, clearly hungry.

He helped her to sit up, “Are you going to breast feed or...?”

"I can manage by myself!" She muttered angrily though she was forced to accept his assistance as the anesthesia hadn't yet fully worn off.

“Will you please stop arguing with me?” He asked sadly as he kissed her forehead.

It took a few minutes for Duffy to get her son settled but once he was feeding happily she spoke again, though she didn't look up. "I don't trust her." She stated firmly.

“Don’t trust who? Maggie?”

"Not as far as I could chuck her!"

“Duffy!”

"What?"

“Why don’t you trust her?”

"She's got that look about her."

"What look?"

"Don't tell me you can't see it?!"

“See what?” He was clueless.

"Remind you of anyone does she?" She retorted sarcastically.

“Duffy! I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

"I'm not surprised she caught your eye, she's very much your type afterall." She replied bitterly.

“You think I fancy her?” He laughed before he realised she was deadly serious. “You’re actually been serious aren’t you?”

"Oh now why would I think that you'd be attracted to a dark haired, slender doctor..?"

“You honestly think I’m attracted to Maggie?”

"She's a much better option that what you currently come home to so why wouldn't you?"

“You’re my wife. And you’re sexy as hell, why would I want anyone else?”

"I'm not stupid, I've seen the way she looks at you."

“So she fancies me? Doesn’t mean I fancy her.”

"Oh so you knew she fancies you?"

“No but I’m guessing that’s why you’re so jealous.”

"I am not jealous!"

“Ok.” He caught her gaze, “She isn’t you, Duffy.”

"No - she's young, free, single and slim whereas I'm the fat and frumpy middle aged drudge you're stuck married to." She replied, starting to cry.

He pulled her into a hug, sensing hormones were playing a huge role here. “Duffy Fairhead, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met who in twenty odd years, still insists on getting me rock hard. You are not fat! Or old. You have just given me another son, another child, and I love your body for the amazing things it constantly does. You are still just as beautiful as the day I set eyes on you, yes after you chucked coffee all over my shirt.” He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want anyone other than you. I don’t want someone I can just fuck because it feels good. I want someone I can make love to and fuck in equal measure. Someone like you who makes me a better husband, father and man.”

The tears continued to stream down her face. "I'm... I'm... Sorry..." She mumbled as she lent against his chest, their son held tightly in her arms.

“You don’t have to apologise. It’s nice that you’re awake and talking.” He replied quietly. “You can talk to me about anything that’s on your mind, you know?”

"She reminds me too much of Baz." Duffy whispered.

“So you think my head’s going to be turned?”

Duffy nodded. "I keep thinking that one day you'll wake up and realise I'm not the girl you fell for anymore."

“Oh sweetheart.” He moved to look her in the eye. “You’ll never stop being the girl I fell in love with.”

"I hate feeling like this."

“It’s your hormones. They’ll settle down.”

"You haven't given her any kind of signals? That would make her think you're interested?"

“I may have said something.” He sighed, “I swear I didn’t know until we were talking just now that she fancied me!”

"What did you say?"

#chuffy #charlie fairhead #charlie and duffy #lisa duffin

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mactuna · 5 years

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My Half ~ SF9′s Chani x fem!reader insert

Words: 3.4K

Genre: fluff/angst?????

Warning: cursing and minor makeout scene (idk wth im doing)

“What’s wrong Chani?”

He just looked at the bride, a longing sorrow that was completely overwhelmed by anger in his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?! I’m just so sick of Rowoon!! He has everything! He has the money, the looks, the admirers, and now you! I have absolutely nothing! Basically, everything’s wrong!!!!” And all you could do was watch him sadly, barely able to keep the tears from leaking out of your eyes.

“And now, I pronounce you, Kim Rowoon and Kim Yerin, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Tearing up, you watched as your brother kissed the love of his life, who also happened to be one of your best friends. She was basically like your mom, so she fit right into your family. Looking behind the beaming couple, you saw Hwiyoung having the time of life just laughing at you. Frowning, you stuck your tongue out at him before mouthing,

Do you want to die?!

He immediately shook his head and went right on back to clapping and cheering for the new couple.

Hmph! That’s what I thought!

Following Rowoon and Yerin down the altar, you and Hwiyoung linked arms and skipped after them like little kids, giggling like no tomorrow. Despite the joy of the occasion, you could still hear the awful whispers.

“Are they dating?? They’d look so cute together!”

“Pfft, as if! I wish she’d stop jumping from guy to guy like this... what a slut! Rowoon must hate having her as a sister. I know I would!”

Forcing the tears back into your eyes, you successfully (hopefully) fudged a huge smile on your face. It’s not your fault that your brother had so many friends that you just happen to get along with! But as soon as you all were out of the church and on our way to the park where the reception would take place, you felt a slight tug on my dress. Looking down, you saw the little 8-year-old with a piece of your dress tightly in his tiny fist. Smiling softly, you knelt down so that you had eye contact with him.

“Hi Seokhee, do you need something?”

“I just really want a hug, noona...”

Huh? This is coming from the kid who literally hates any kind of physical contact that doesn’t include some form of violence??? WHAT IS GOING ON?!!

“Of course, sweetie! Come here.”

Immediately after you opened your arms, Seokhee fell right into them, sniffling.

“Seokhee...? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know...! Hyung always seems so mad nowadays and I just want him to be him again~~~!!!!”

Your heart aching, you hugged him tightly and sent him off with Zuho’s little brother to the playground, before marching over to Chani, slapping the back of his neck.

“OW! What the hell Y/N?!!!”

“We need to talk right now, got it?!”

“Yes ma’am...”

Grabbing his wrist, you dragged him over to a tree that currently had no one around it.

“Ok, so what’s-?”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Chani?!! Do you know what just happened to your little brother?!”

Immediately his eyes went wide and into full-on panic mode.

“WHAT?!! Why?!! Is he ok?! Is he alive?! What happened?!! Oh my-”

“JUST SHUT UP WILL YOU?!!! Seokhee literally just came to me crying, because of you! Do you know how sad he was?! Do you know why?! NO! He’s sad because you’re always so angry all the time! AND I AGREE!”

He turned right then, running his hands through his hair before screaming right back at you.

“How else am I supposed to feel?!! You know how I feel about Yerin!! Ugh, I’m so sick of everyone!”

Sighing, you just patted his shoulder awkwardly. What else could you do as the sister of the groom? But in anger, he just shook your hand off his shoulder before shoving you away.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME Y/N!”

“I’M NOT! BUT GUESS WHAT?!! You’re being a total asshole, you’ve terrified your little brother, and today isn’t even supposed to be about you!! It’s my brother and best friend’s wedding day and I sure as hell am not going to let you ruin their happiness. I get that you’re depressed and shit because you’ve liked Yerin since forever, but save that for tomorrow! If you ever truly liked her, then you will be fucking happy for her!! She specifically asked you to do the brother-sister dance with her because she trusts you, dumbass! I tried to tell her, but she didn’t believe me! So don’t ruin today for her, GOT IT?!!”

Did you care that Chani was staring at you in shock? No. Did you care that your voice cracked like ten times in that whole rant? Not in the slightest. Did you have every right to be mad? Yes. Did your heart crack with every word of your argument? Yes. Why? Because you have had to watch the only guy you have ever had a crush on fall head-over-heels for someone that was totally OFF-LIMITS!

It took a couple seconds for Chani to recover from his obvious shock. He'd been best friends with you since forever and he knew that you were usually the one person who kept her calm and was usually the only cool-headed person in a shit situation. But when you were pissed? You were pissed as hell and you were going to go the fuck off on everyone. Nodding, he held out his pinky. "Okay. I promise to try to not ruin today for Yerin or Rowoon." You just stared at his pinky for a solid minute before finally linking yours with his. "And you know that I will kick your ass to hell if you don't?" He just smiled at you, rolling his eyes. "Of course!" And just like that, the problem was solved. Or so you thought.

It was finally time for the brother-sister dance. From your seat, you watched as Yerin took Chani's hand. Even if she and everyone else in the room missed it, the look of glee on Chani's face as soon as her hand touched his was as obvious as a neon yellow elephant. As depressing as it was for him, Chani was like a brother to Yerin and she had never had feelings for him. Not even once. Rowoon squeezed your shoulder from where he sat on your right. He was one of the two people who knew about your feelings for Chani and he and Hwiyoung had teased the hell out of you for it for the past two years. Yet you managed to shrug it off every time and eventually, it was forgotten by everyone but your own heart.

"Noona?"

Looking down, you saw little Seokhee with a flower in his hand.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Can you dance with me, please??"

Laughing, you looked at Rowoon. You were supposed to do the dance with him, but who can resist a eight-year-old? After all, if you rejected him now, it could scar him for the rest of eternity.

"Of course sweetie! But you do know which dance this is right?"

The little boy just beamed at you cheekily.

"Yup! I really, really want you to be my real noona one day!"

Trying to ignore what that meant, I took the little boy out to the dance floor and we just jumped around like idiots. Who gives a damn about a waltz?!

What if he's serious? If he wants you to be his real big sister then he probably wants you to marry Chani!! Oh what the hell, he's only eight! Meaning he has no idea what he's talking about! Get your head out of the gutter Y/N!!

Shaking your head, you desperately tried to shake all of these stupid thoughts of your head. But-

"YAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Spinning around, you turned to see Yerin holding her leg tenderly while Chani stood over her.

"Noona, what-"

Quickly, you covered Seokhee's eyes and hid him behind your back. If he saw his brother like this, who knows what might happen??

"Chani, what-"

"ALL I'VE DONE IS WATCH THE TWO OF YOU!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS?!! THAT'S IT!!"

And he took off running, hair an absolutely atrocious mess. Hwiyoung ran up to you, hair all messy and lipstick kisses covering his face.

"Y/N!! What happened?! Is Yerin ok?! What the hell just happened?!!"

Trying not to gag at his alcohol-reeked breath, you shoved Seokhee into his arms before trying to talk Rowoon out of killing Chani for spraining his wife's ankle.

"YAH KIM ROWOON! Sit your ass THE FUCK down and take care of your wife, dammit!!"

You didn't even care that the whole ballroom was looking at you. You just knew that you had to find your shithead for a best friend before he did something even worse. Running out, you chucked off your heels to the side and took the stairs, all while pulling your hair out of the way into some sort of messy bun.

"KIM CHANI WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!!! BECAUSE YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING DEAD!!!”

By the time you made it to the final flight, you were dead tired, your voice was practically gone, your feet were aching, and you still hadn't found him. But what you saw next literally made your heart stop.

"CHANI!! DO NOT MOVE!!"

Your heartbroken best friend stood right on the edge of the roof, looking out into the night sky.

"Look at that Y/N, the stars are waiting for me to join them."

You had no idea what the hell you were going to do and you wanted to sock him in the face but you really couldn't. As much as you really wanted to kick his ass off the roof, this was someone's life. And it wasn't just any someone. It was the boy who you’d liked for two years.

"Chani? Talk to me. What's going on?"

He laughed, turning around to look at you, looking as happy as ever. But his eyes? They betrayed him with the most heartbroken gaze imaginable.

"What's there to talk about, Y/N? You don't understand how I feel at all! How much it hurts to know that the girl you love is head over heels for your best friend! Who else is out there to like a guy like me? Who do I have to live for?"

"ME! CHANI! WHAT ABOUT ME?!! Just step away from the edge, please!!”

Your voice literally sounded like a dying whale, but you didn't care at all. Tears streamed down your face as you inched closer to him.

"You don't understand Y/N!"

"YES I DO YOU SHITHEAD!"

Your voice was so ragged, you had no idea if he could even hear you above the wind. But you had to try, you just had to.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N."

"I'm not lying, you asshole! You say that I have no idea how much it hurts to know that the guy you like loves someone else. But did you ever ask me?!!! NO! Do you know how much it hurt to hear you go on and on about Yerin?!! About how pretty she is?! How talented she is?! How kind she is?! How smart she is?!! How perfect she is?! Do you know how much I wanted to hear you say those things, about me?!! NO! BECAUSE YOU NEVER STOPPED TO WONDER HOW I FELT!! Do you know how much it fucking hurts to watch the guy you like want to commit suicide over the girl he likes that isn't you! OBVIOUSLY NOT!"

Wiping away your tears furiously, you walked closer to him, watching his eyes go blank, dead even, as you came closer. And you slapped him as hard as you could. Not your usual playful slaps. Not your 'you dumbass' slap. But a slap filled with hurt and anger.

"You know what, Chani?!! If you really want to die? FINE! Just know that if you die right now, you're leaving behind a girl and an entire family who cares about you for you who you are. And that girl is not me but the girl who you hurt on her goddamn wedding day!"

Turning on your heel, you tried to ignore the blood gushing from the heels of your feet, the sweat that basically dripped off of you, and the tears that streamed down your face, blurring your vision.

Chani watched your retreating figure limp towards the door, tears in his eyes.

"Chani, look! I got 96% on my statistics project!!"

"Wow, you're soo smart Yerin! Congratulations!"

"Why, thank you!"

And then you came running down the hallway and basically tackled him in a bear hug.

"CHANI I GOT 100% ON MY GODDAMN STATS PAPER!!"

"YES Y/N! YOU GO GIRL!"

"Why the hell am I friends with you? XD"

"Wow, Yerin's such a good singer!"

"Pfft, Y/N could literally kick her ass if it was singing competition!"

"Chani, why do you always defend Y/N but you have a hugeass crush on Yerin?"

"Because she's my best friend and she comes first."

"Dude, are you sure you like Yerin?"

"There is no way in hell I'm wearing that! I look like a pig in dresses like that! Give it to Yerin!"

"But I picked it out for you..."

"Chani that face does not work on me."

"Ok, but seriously! Stop downgrading your beautiful self and strut your stuff because you know that you're the baddest bitch out there!"

"Ugh, why does Rowoon get everything?!! I just want him to lose to me for once!!"

"It's not the worst thing in the world to place second you know..."

"But it's always to him! I just want to beat him at something for once! I know! I'll make Yerin fall for me instead of him! That's perfect revenge."

"That's the shittiest idea I've ever heard."

"But it's my shitty idea so too bad."

You had always been the one. The prettier one. The smarter one. The more talented one. The one that had always been there to cry on, lean on, and tell shit ideas to. That's when it hit him. He'd only liked Yerin to rub it in Rowoon's face that the girl he liked had fallen for him instead. And his thirst for revenge had completely blinded him to the girl that had been waiting for him.

"Chani, you're friends with Y/N right? Do you think you could introduce me to her?"

"Why? What do you want from her?"

The other guys in the locker room joined in, lost in their own disgusting fantasies.

"Dude, she's innocent right?"

"If I was the first one to touch her-"

"Just think about it! She'd just follow because she doesn't-"

"She's totally clueless and-"

"WOULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!! SHE DESERVES TO BE RESPECTED AND I'LL NEVER INTRODUCE ANY OF YOU TO HER!"

"Oh really, lover boy? What are you going to do about it?"

And that's how Chani ended up never leaving your side since college started.

You had finally reached the 13th floor on your way down, but your foot was absolutely killing you and you had 12 more to go. Opening the floor's corresponding door, you saw the waiting room of an office?

Hell yeah!

You already knew that Chani wouldn't jump. Why? Because if you made him feel guilty, he would apologize first before doing anything else.That was just the kind of person he is. But before you could take a single step, you were swooped up into the arms of Chani.

"You're such a klutz, Y/N."

"What the- PUT ME DOWN!"

You screamed, smacking his chest while yelling curses at him.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU AND-"

But you were cut off by Chani pressing his lips to yours, effectively cutting you off as you were shoved against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were soft, yet they managed to surround yours in a single second. He was everywhere, moving slowly yet efficiently, teeth nipping at your lower lip, breath tangling into a knot of anger, hurt, and... love? Despite his lips leaving a burning trail on your neck, you shoved him away by his shoulders, giving you space to just breathe.

"What the hell Chani?!! You cannot just kiss me out of the blue like that!"

"Can I if I ask you to be my girlfriend?"

What the hell?!!

"NO! I don't want your pity! I don't want you to do whatever the hell you're doing just because I said that I like you!"

"And who said I didn't?"

You just stared at him, shock written all over your face.

"How stupid can you get?!! You can't be madly in love with someone and just jump to someone else within minutes!!"

"I never loved her, Y/N! It was always you! Every time I described her, I was describing you! This whole time, it was all fake! I just wanted to take something from Rowoon for once, beat him at his own game. And I was so blinded by that anger for revenge, that I completely missed my perfect girl, you."

You couldn't say a word as he stared at you, his eyes boring into yours. He knew how you felt and you knew how he felt, but why were you waiting? You couldn't accept it just like that! So you did what Kim Y/N would do and punched him in the shoulder as hard as you could, shoving him away from you and letting you stand on your own two wobbly feet.

"YOU ASSHOLE! I can't just brush away how hurt I've been just like that! AND YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELF OVER HER AND YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SAY OK?!! NO CHANI! That's not how it works!!"

He sighed, frustrated at how stupid he'd been. If he hadn't been so stupid, you'd be smiling and laughing, Yerin wouldn't be hurt, Rowoon wouldn't hate him, and little Seokhee wouldn't be so sad anymore...

"Then let me prove it to you, I just need two minutes. You can have as much time to think as you want and we can go slow as a snail through mud, but after two minutes."

He watched your face as you pondered the offer. You knew you wanted to kiss him, but was it really that smart?

"Please Y/N, just two minutes."

Oh well, it's just two minutes, right? Nothing that bad can happen in two minutes. It wouldn't change anything.

"...can we set a timer?"

You didn't even have a second to breathe as you were thrown onto the couch of the office's waiting room, before his lips crashed onto yours.

"Chani-"

"Shh, don't speak..."

His voice was low and rough as he whispered in your ear, body lowering down to rest between your legs. He knew exactly how delicate you were, despite your tough act. Again, his lips surrounded yours, teeth nipping your lips ever so gently. Any sense of time or conscious thought vanished as his presence overwhelmed you.

You were completely helpless against him. You were totally out of your element, this being the second kiss of your entire life. All you could do was respond as best you could, gently biting his lips and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down his neck as his lips left bruising marks littered across your collarbone.

But what felt like a few seconds, was over when he forced himself to rip away from you, trying to catch his breath as he looked at you looking like a hot, beautiful mess on the couch under him.

“Listen darling, I know I look great but you don’t have to stare at me so openly! It makes me feel self-conscious...”

And that’s all it took for you to shove him away and march towards the stairs, limping and bleeding. Sighing, Chani gathered you up in his arms, despite all your cursing and complaining.

“Look, you can be all ‘I’m a strong, independent woman’ after I get your injured, clumsy ass down the stairs, ok? Feel free to look like you caught the bad guy, because guess what, darling?”

He leaned in closer to your ear, and you could feel his hot breath against your ear. It was just air, but it absolutely burned.

“I found the other half to my broken heart. And she’s the only half I’ll ever need.”

A/N: ok so... AHHHHH OMG its OVER!! kinda sorta super embarrassing to write but at the same time, who tf cares?? and this was kinda based off of the wedding scene from brigadoon, which has an amazing soundtrack btw:)

#sf9 #sf9 chani #sf9 rowoon #sf9 rowoon as brother #chani x reader #chani is so frickin cute #stayed up way too late for this shit

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jvonirsik-blog · 5 years

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Running With The Devil

There was a time in my life where I thought being a heathen was fun. I enjoyed the attention I received when I would shock my little Kansas town, mostly made up of farmers and ranchers and some brightly colored Oil Field trash. I grew up on a farm a few miles from this little 4 horse town. I would see the lights and could see from one side to the other, with binoculars I was able to see ppl walking around. I grew up somewhat sheltered, as my only interaction with friends was the occasional birthday party, but mainly through schooling. At the age of 8 I was put in charge of feeding the animals. I would start with the chickens, dogs, cats, horses, then jump in the truck and drop hay across the pasture. This wasn't that bad. As I grew older I began to get frustrated with the fact that I had so many responsibilities that it almost became impossible to even go to the pool in the middle of a work week. I began to slack off on the farm and the married in family, whos family owned the farm since the beginning of the town, started to really show their true colors. I had always known that my step dad was a POS. He liked to drink when he wasn't hauling cows across the country, talking uppers and being gone most the time. When he was home it was like boot camp. When my step dad decided it was time to work for the family farm he became a full time fixture in my life. We had known each other from the age of 5 and my brother 3. in the beginning it was ok, my mother just raised us out there, but as time had progressed and with me already a victim of sexual exploitation, my step dads furry in having to raise kids that were not his own heated up. I seemed to alway getting into trouble, most the time I didn't know what I had done to trigger such violence. I was supposed to be going to my dads but with him working in the oil patch that was few and far between. When I was just a young boy I had pretty much listened to what my mother listened to. It is still to this day music that I enjoy. Because I had been driving the farm truck for a little while my uncle form my fathers marriage decided that it was time to do some back roads drinking. I'm not asking for ppl to trash this guy, it was in fact the time period that allowed for it. But to me I was down, got to drive this guy who I looked up to around while we rocked out to some of his favorite music. That day I was introduced to Metallica both And Justice for All and Kill Em All. Both albums that I will always fully enjoy. And Justice for All top tier. That night I would sneak out to my uncles ride and snatch those two albums and hide them in my boots as I figured they would look in my bag. I can remember him getting kinda grumpy, it took a day to notice but I heard about it. I remained innocent for a really long time. That year I would start to transform into the being that I will later look back too as a hard lesson in life. This steeling of cassette tapes would lead me down a road in a high speed chase with guns drawn. A city looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to get out of their stores. I was beginning to become black listed. By the time I was 16 I had become the thug everyone wanted me to be, the kid who was a drop out. All his friends still in school and that made for a boring holiday. I asked to return that following semester. My parents trying desperately to convince the principal to let me back in. You see I had been kicked out of a tiny farm school for being a redneck and shooting a gun on school property. Not at anyone not during school hours but in the gym because it was unlocked. Anyways his option once he told my parents he would allow it, was that I had to do a book report of the book The Black Bible. It was a genuine copy that he pulls out of his desk like he has a few. Me being a full blown metal head, accepts the challenge. Until then the pentagram had just been something metal to throw around. No religion involved. I'm moved to tell my story as the movie The Dirt, hopefully a realistic rendition of the members of Motley Crue. So far it seems to be the caliber of what I remember going up crying to their extremely popular ballads. I remember getting Dr Feelgood from a friend and I couldn't put it down, the guitars were crunchy and the bass was in front, which by the way I had wanted to become a bassist. Nikki Sixx was an inspiration to me. I can remember looking at these cats like superhero's. Unfortunately bands like KISS kinda ruined it when that played cartoon characters. But whatever I remember just looking forward to when Nikki would do interviews or be in the headlines. I was a kid in the 80's like I said it was the time period. We would roll out with our Walkmans and oversized kicks, I ended up going from running shoes to the lovely Cortez kicks and now for about 15 or plus years been with chucks. I like the way they allow me to do it all, the are sports shoes business casual, heck even work hoes if you got some nice ones. But this isn't a shoe commercial. This is about Opiates, this is about an epidemic and I heard Nikki Sixx say exactly what went wrong. What happened is they launched an addictive substance designed to help our bodies recover then we became reliant on them. They made our pain receptors like little wusses. I am 40, I had a major football accident, and throughout the years I have sought after these high dollar pills on the streets because the Dr new I liked drugs. I had always thought that if administered correctly we could have had a decent relationship but that wasn't the case. I have spent many years trying to fight myself in this battle and finally won a few years ago. Now I face the task of fixing my life. Because I had become so dependent on these blue and yellow purple pills. I had sold things that I needed. I spent more money on pills that life and now I can't find the front door. I don't know what way is up. I hope that somewhere down the line we can find a solution to get ppl like me who never intended to have a shitty life, we were handed everything to accomplish these things. I, being a sound mind individual could use a reset. Growing up the false accusations that turned a town against me, never to receive an apology or even a, Hey we know you didn't do it, know that we are allowing you back into society. Nope it was all boots to the ass. So I hit the road and made something of myself, I never made it famous but I did successfully operate my own metal showcase podcast, a radio spot at a local station and have toured the country from cost to cost. I now reside with my wife and child. I missed out on two children because of my social anxiety issues. I would sink into drugs and alcohol. I never entered a relationship where these two things were not present in both of us, the issue became when I would do my own thing and they would begin to hate me. Hate is a strong word when kids are involved. It almost always inssures you will have a harder time. I regret ever giving into the demands of my x's who would say that I am a low life POS but I have many others, we just didn't have kids who would argue against them. It's clear in cases with kids its either all or nothing. I was only just 13 years old when i was rocking out to Motley Crue's Decade of Decadance album on the way to Colorado Springs to drop my mother off at the airport. This would be the year I would knock my step dad out and the last time he would ever lay down leather on my arse again. I took that trip with them and now I will take that trip with them once again. I was just a kid but I had to grow up fast. Here is to Nikki Sixx and I hope this book on opiates gets bought. We need to get away from these designer drugs. #NikkiSixx #MotleyCrue #80sMetal #WhiteKnuckleRadio

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Back to you: Chapter 6 - She will be Loved.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixleberry except those created for my story. Summary: Liam talks to Aria after getting engaged to Madeline. Leo tells Liam about Aria and his past. Tag list: @scarlettedragon @annekebbphotography @speedyoperarascalparty @greyeyedsmile14 @mind-reader1 @hopefulmoonobject @bobasheebaby @xxrainbowprincessxx @stopforamoment If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know ;) Song inspiration: Maroon 5 - She will be loved

First thing in the morning Liam and Leo arrive at the Beaumont estate. Aria had not come out of her room yet so they waited in the living area. Drake had stayed over, he was worried something may happen to her at night. He cared for her, she was the only one who genuinely cared about him, aside from Liam and now apparently Leo too. Aaria cried herself to sleep, but when she woke up her eyes were dry, and clear. Her head wasn’t though, she felt like she had a massive hangover. She splashed some cold water on her face, coffee wasn’t going to cut it, today felt like a day drinking day. She walked down the stairs to find Bertrand, Maxwell, Drake and Leo sitting in the living room, and then her eyes settled on Liam.

“Nope, not doing this right now.” Aria shakes her head and walks out of the room. “Aria.” Liam calls after her “ARIA.” He chases after her. She walks over to the drink cart and pours a shot of vodka and shoots it down. “Aria please we need to talk.” Liam pleads. Aria scoffs at him pouring another shot and downing that as well. “Ok Liam let’s talk.” She hissed pointing her finger at him. “Let’s talk about how you told me you loved me, and wanted to tell the world.” She jabbed her finger into his chest. “Let’s talk about how you fucked me in the maze last night and then picked Madeline.” She jabbed her finger into his chest again, backing him up towards the wall. “Or how about having me tossed out of the palace and forced to leave the country, like I was some no good whore.” She jabbed him one last time before his back hit the wall. “I didn’t do anything with Tariq, he came into my room and tried to make a move on me,” Aria yelled, “Drake is the one who came to my rescue, not you!” She pointed her finger into his chest again. “I know I’m sorry. I should have been there for you and I wasn’t.”

He apologized. “I know you would never do anything with Tariq.” Aria shoots him an uncertain look. Liam told her about the threats possibly being from someone in court, and how he chose Madeline to keep an eye on her. If someone forced both Aria and Olivia out of the running leaving Madeline the only choice she could have had something to do with it. Aria was quiet, trying to process all the information. It wasn’t until Liam mentioned Madeline’s proposal that she lost it. “You want me to be your mistress?!” Aria scream. “She doesn’t love me, and I don’t love her. She wants the crown, and you have my heart.” Liam grabs Aria’s hand and places it on his chest. “This engagement is only a front, until we can find who did this.” Liam said putting his hand on Aria’s. “Ok but what happens if we don’t find them, will you still marry her?” Aria questions Liam. “I’m not sure,” Liam mutters. “Ha, so basically you can play the doting fiancé with Madeline all day, and we can be together in the shadows?” Aria half laughs yanking her hand away from his chest. “What kind of life is that Liam?” She sighs. “I want to be with someone who is free to marry me. Not already married. I want kids one day.” She protests. “I’m sorry but I don’t know if I can do this.” Aria says turning her back to Liam.

“I don’t want to hold you back Aria. Explore your options.“ Liam said touching her face. "You’re telling me to see other people?!” Aria gasps. “If you feel you need to explore that option I won’t hold you back, I won’t like it. I will fight for you Aria. I love you.” Liam expressed lifting her chin with his finger. “I love you too Liam. I don’t want to see other people, I only wanted you.” She shakes her head turning away from him. "I need time to process this, can you give me that?” She sighed holding his hands “I think I’m ok with that.” Liam smiled at Aria. They chatted a little more about her coming back to court before he had to head back to the palace to handle some business. Walking out into the livingroom Liam asks Leo if he’s ready to go. “Actually i was hoping Leo could stay behind, I would like to speak him.” Aria interjected placing her hands on the top of the chair in front of her. Liam mouth forms into a tight lipped smile. “Very well.” He cautiously agreed. “I will see you in a few days.” He turns to give Aria a kiss on her cheek, he shoots Leo a look before heading out the door.

Aria looks over and smiles at Leo. “Walk with me?” She asks turning her head slightly to the side. Leo joins her as they walk outside to the veranda. “Your looking better today.” Leo insisted plopping himself down on the couch. “Yes, Liam explained the situation to me.” Aria murmured quietly as she took a seat next to Leo. “So I take it your together?” Leo questioned sitting up and turning his body towards Aria. “No!” Aria snapped. Leo flinched at her tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so snippy Leo.” She apologised. “We are not together, things are a bit more complicated than they were.” She said getting up to pour a glass of water. Aria takes a sip of water pulling the glass to her chest, she closes her eyes and whispers, “he wants me to be his mistress.” A lone tear falls down her cheek. “He, WHAT?!” Leo hollered as he jerked up to his feet. “Apparently Madeline made him a proposition. She gets the crown and he can do whatever with me.” Aria states waving her hand. Leo takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What did you say?” He asked. Aria turns to look at Leo. “I told him if he married Madeline, I could not be with him.” She sighs. “I will agree to ‘date’ him while we work on clearing my name, and see where it goes. She sighs, "he told me to pursue other paths if I felt I needed to.” Aria finished tossing herself back onto the couch.

He told her to see other people Leo thought to himself as he sat back down on the couch. A small surge of desire courses through his veins. “Leo can I ask you a favor.” Aria asks taking Leo’s hands in hers. “Anything.” Leo blurts out, a little to eager. “I have agreed to come back to court during this engagement tour,” Aria wincing at the word engagement, “with Maxwell and Bertrand working on finding who did this, I need someone with me. Someone I can trust.” She rattles on, ��will you keep me company?” She asks. Of course his answer was yes, ever since she came back into his life he couldn’t bare the thought of losing her again. Even if she was with his brother, even if they were just friends. Leo knew he needed to be near her, to keep her safe even if that meant enduring court. “Ok.” He nonchalantly says. “I’ll keep the wolves at bay.” He chucked.

Liam made his way back to the palace. He thought he and Aria had a good talk, but he had hoped she would at least consider the proposition Madeleine made. Instead she told him she couldn’t be someone’s mistress. He understood her reasoning but his selfish tendencies were screaming at him to make her. Somebody went out of their way to try and keep them apart, he wanted to make them pay. He wanted to be with her today, but instead she asked Leo to stay. The thought made him jealous. He knew they had a past, but what Liam didn’t know was what that was. He had every intention of finding out. He poured a large glass of scotch and waited for Leo to come home.

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After spending the day hanging out with Aria, it had gotten dark. Leo hopped on his bike and headed back to the palace. If he was going on this engagement tour he would need to make arrangements. As he walked the hall to his room he saw the study light on. The door was cracked so he peeked his head in. “Mind if I come in?” Leo asked. “Not at all, your just the person I’ve been waiting for. ” Liam sneered. Leo arched his brow, “something on your mind brother?” Leo chided pouring himself a glass of scotch. “Tell me about your relationship with Aria, when was the last time you saw her before returning to Cordonia?” Liam inquired. "Wow we’re going right for the gut, no beating around the bush this time huh Liam?“ Leo joked, swirling his drink in his hand. "Not this time.” Liam insisted, hand clenching his tumbler, his mouth formed in a thin line.

“Ok then.” Leo sits down in the chair directly across from Liam. “We met in Italy five years ago, I offered to show her Italy the way tour guides couldn’t.” Leo said taking a drink. Liam sat impatiently waiting for his brother to finish. “So you were friends?” Liam questioned. “We were, she wanted nothing to do with me romantically… at first.” Leo muttered gulping down the rest of his drink. Liams jaw clenched. “At first?” “The night father made me attend that masquerade fundraiser, while you were with him fixing the import deal with China, we slept together.” Leo sighed, he knew that wasn’t what his brother wanted to hear, but he didn’t care. “Jesus Christ, I should have known.” Liam yelled as he slams his hands down on the desk. “So you did what you always do Leo, sleep with her and took off?” Liam insulted. “No! we spent every night and day together until I was forced to leave her in Paris.” Leo defended standing up in the chair. “I never wanted to leave her, I wanted to bring her back here with me. I never told her who I was.” Leo fumed running his hands down his face.

Liam’s face fell, he had never heard his brother speak about a woman that way, not even his wife Katie or ex-wife now. “Did you love her?” Liam quietly asked. Leo looks at his brother, taken back by his question. He pauses a moment, before he walks over to the corner of the room and bends down to lift a floorboard recovering a small box. Leo walks back over to the desk placing it down in front of Liam. He sits back down in the chair and slouches back. Liam examines the box before he opens it to find a beautiful diamond ring. “Was this for Madeline?” Liam asks. “No.” Leo responds resting his chin on his hand. The realisation that the ring was for Aria hit Liam like a ton of bricks. Leo loved her, he could see that Leo still loved her. The girl that he loved, the girl that he wanted to marry. “You asked her to be your mistress?” Leo scoffed. “Like she would ever.” “What, do you think you she will chose you over me?” Liam scoffed, closing the ring box and sliding it across the desk to Leo. Leo stood up, a sly smile spreads across his face. “Afraid I may steal your girl Liam?” He chuckles grabbing the ring box and walks to the door. “Aria asked me to accompany her on your engagement tour. I have preparations to make,” he boasted and closed the door.

#trr fanfic #choices trr #king liam #prince leo #the royal romance

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