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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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the baftas: my eyes need bleach after the livestream chat.

I SAID I WOULD COME TO TUMBLR AND SLUT-SHAME ALL OF YOU, AND YOU BET YOUR GODDAMN BILDADDY I'M HERE TO DO IT. First, a huge thank you to @good-usernames-were-taken, Valerie, for enabling this entire chaos and streaming it. And of course to Disappointment the Main Maggot.

Second, as per requests from you maggots, I have to give an honourary mention to the tragic lack of an emotional support gaseous orange, the late half-eaten packet of Lays on my desk, and my nearly empty can of Monster energy. Idk either, you asked for the mentions you got them.

Without further ado, presenting the BAFTA Awards 2024:

I am busy drawing out the neckline stitches of Crowley's wedding dress, when I am reminded of the stream and I crash into it midway. Little do I know what I am getting into.

Everyone is here for David Tennant. No one is here for the actual awards. This is made very clear very quickly.

KNEES. JUST KNEES. ALL EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT, THROUGHOUT THE STREAM, IS DAVID TENNANT'S KNEES. ARE YOU ALL OKAY WHAT THE FRESH HELL.

For context, David is in a kilt for the first half. I finally see why my relatives disapprove of skirts above knee-length. I never knew humanity's unholy worship of knees till I came here.

SOMEONE ASKS IF DAVID HAS TANNED HIS KNEES. MAGGOTS. PLEASE.

We interrupt our regular scheduled program of David knees to have an intense discussion about British versus French humour, and the misgendering of croissants.

RDJ wins an award and calls his wife his Alpha and Omega.

We're back to the knees. I can't handle how slutty David's knees are, says a worthy maggot.

This goes into a discussion about tickets for David's Macbeth, because, you guessed it, the kilt and the knees.

A lot of gorgeous and talented women in the BAFTAs tonight. I am floored.

I am not allowed to dwell in my awe because the chat is not a place of the lord. Curtain calls of Macbeth are discussed with unnecessary lasciviousness.

Thankfully, in the midst of this, I get a great Zodiac pattern reference for Crowley's wedding dress cummerbund. I was going to have to research the night sky for star charts but this is better.

People show their beautiful brainrot-induced Doc Marten purchases.

The knee thirst has moved into X-rated territory. I am terrified.

A song is sung in memory of film industry people who passed away this year, and people are sad about Dumbledore but at the same time are imagining Aziraphale and Crowley dancing to the song. The brainrot is real.

I accidentally spoil Saltburn's freakshow for someone. When I ask how I can make up for it, they say something about GOAD. I'm alarmed. Is that an OnlyFans, I ask. It's Good Omens After Dark, the chat answers. Is THAT an OnlyFans, I ask. Close enough, the chat says.

David has now changed outfits to a suit, which finally makes people pay attention to the BAFTAs, if only to alternatively thirst over the suit and bemoan the loss of knees.

Things, uh, happen, which I will have to include as quotes in another post. Cheers, @thearoacemess and @vitrilol.

Barty Crouch Jr is debated about as the Wolfstar child. Bratty Crouch Jr is said to be Crowley.

I obtain a banana, which I associate with blowjobs.

@thearoacemess talks about someone deepthroating a seven-inch banana without a hitch.

The stream does a flashback to the kilt time. It is a mistake. @queermarzipan barrels in and is being too slutty about the knees.

I tell them they need jesus, and they yell about how they've gone to mass twice today and they're an atheist.

Thankfully, @vitrilol starts chanting about the glory of Ireland. The only thing that will distract Marzipan from David Tennant is Ireland.

He proceeds to start screech-singing in all caps.

🎵IRELAND IIIRELAND TOGETHER STANDING TALLLL.🎵

The BAFTAs end. People are still thirsting over David Tennant.

🎵I KNOW YOU'RE MISSING HOME IT'S SO LONG SINCE YOU'VE BEEN🎵

Uh, more dubious things about David, suits and the absence of said suits are discussed. I'm trying my damndest not to notice.

🎵AND THE LIFE YOU HAD IN DUBLIN NOW AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A DREAM🎵

There is accidental Mascot lore: I am apparently from a different timeline (I mixed up timeline and timezone) and that's how Apollo deposited me in an illegal sushi restaurant where I became Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen's intellectual child.

I am compared to a cat.

TOM HIDDLESTON AND DAVID TENNANT WERE IN THE STAGED-LIKE THING IN THE BEGINNING AHAHAHAHAH LOKI AND CROWLEY MY TWO CELESTIAL GENDERFLUID ICONS.

OKAY so I will end the summary here and make a list of out of context quotes in a new post. Because. Boy oh boy. That deserves its own post.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #david tennant #bafta 2024 #good omens #maggots #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #michael sheen #bafta awards #bafta #bafta livestream #tom hiddleston #loki #ireland #macbeth

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metqnoiaxx · 2 years

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hashiras react to your insecurities / angst to comfort, part 1

x gender neutral reader, part 1 of 3!

this was requested by @x-wisteria-x tysm for my first request! i chose to divide this into 3 parts, they’ll all be uploaded this week! i’m sorry if this doesn’t fit what you had wanted, let me know and i can re-write!

part 2, part 3 - not yet posted, will add links once they are!

⚠️ body images, insecurities ⚠️

everyone, before reading this, please remember that you are beautiful just the way you are! never feel the need to change yourself for others. don't forget, i love you!! <3

Kyojuro Rengoku - (insecure of looks)

“Darling, what is the problem? You’ve been acting so differently lately and I’m not quite sure why. Have I done anything to offend you, my love?”, he asked you sweetly, his fingers intertwined with yours.

This evening, he came home from a very long mission and noticed a deep change in your behavior. He sat you down on the bed you two shared and questioned you about it.

“It’s nothing..Kyojuro.”, you told him. That wasn’t true, that wasn’t true at all.

His mouth downturned to a small pout. He could tell you were lying.

“Please, darling. If anything is bothering you, you can tell me. I’ll always be here for you.”, he emphasized the “always” part, strongly.

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what he had just said. Should you confide in him?

“I just…I’ve felt so bad recently. I see all these other women..and they are so pretty. And I’m so…not.”, you said quietly, getting embarrassed from letting your feelings out.

He let out a quiet “oh”, and his expression changed a bit, more towards an empathetic look.

“Sweethart…you are so beautiful. I promise you that. You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone else out there.”, he brought his hands up from your hands to your face, cupping your cheeks. “I love you so much. You’re beautiful. You always will be. No matter what anyone else looks like. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”, he told you, a small smile resurfacing.

You began to softly cry. He wiped your tears away with his fingers and placed kisses all over your face, reassuring you of his never ending love.

He pulled you into his lap and held you tightly against his chest, then kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him, your eyes still heavily teary. He just stared back down at you, so lovingly.

“I’m..hic..I'm sorry kyo..”, you said slowly, piece by piece. Talking well is really hard when you’re crying..

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my little flame. I am always here for you. Always. I’ll love you, FOREVER!”, his voice got much louder at the end part.

He combed his fingers through your hair and kept you held tight against him.

god, you loved him so much.

Giyuu Tomioka - (insecure of body)

You sat across the table from him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. Not that the two of you were in an argument, but you felt so embarrassed to even look at him. He kept looking at you with a confused face, why were you ignoring him? You weren’t even eating any of your food either.

Normally when the two of you ate dinner together, you’d be so talkative and happy. Always making comments about your day, asking him so many questions, and keeping the mood so cheerful. That was something he loved so dearly about you.

Although he had such a quiet personality, never pointing out many things, he couldn’t take this anymore. Where was the happy you? Why’d you seem so sad? He felt horrible just sitting there letting you feel like that.

“Y/n?...”, he asked out quietly.

You took a second before responding..

“Yes?”, you said, without even giving a small smile.

“Is something the matter..? You seem so..different.”, he didn’t want to say anything that would upset you. He was nervous that even asking would offend you.

“Uh…no. I’m fine, Tomioka.”, you told him.

Okay…what? He knew for a fact that the two of you were NOT on a last name basis. You always called him Giyuu, sometimes even shortening it to yuu. Something was most definitely wrong.

“Y/n. What’s the matter? You can talk to me..okay?”, he told you.

You finally made eye contact with him, mouth slightly agape by the statement.

“I just don’t want to eat..”

“Why’s that?”, he questioned softly.

“I’m going to gain too much weight….and I'll be even uglier.”, you said, pausing a second for the last part. Your eyes began to water, guilt rushing to your head.

“Uglier? You’ve never been ugly to begin with, darling. And you have to eat, okay? Even if you gain weight, even if you think you’ve eaten too much, you have to eat y/n. I love you as you are. You don’t need to change anything about you.”, he said, sweetly grabbing your hands. This was hard for him, he was never one for physical affection, so you knew he really meant this.

“Are you sure, Giyuu?”, you asked him, letting out small hiccups from your tears.

He walked over to you and spun your chair around from the table, so it was pointed diagonally at him. He knelt down beside you and brought your hands to his, once again.

“I’m completely positive. You’re so beautiful, You don’t know how much I love you, Y/n. You’re perfect just the way you are.”, he said to you. Your tears kept flowing but he just embraced you, and reassured you over and over again.

surely, he was the one.

Iguro Obanai - (insecure of scars)

Obanai was away on a mission. You thought you had some alone time, so you sat in your shared bedroom and cried your heart out. You looked down at your arms, at your face, scars scattered across them. The only thing repeating in your head was “So ugly. So, so ugly”.

You brought your knees up to your face and just kept crying. You didn’t expect Obanai to be back earlier than planned.

“Y/n?”, a sudden voice interrupted. You turned your head around and saw him standing at the door frame, a sad look in his eyes.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked you, sitting down next to you. You continued to cry, letting out small hiccups from the lack of breath. He stayed there with you for a minute or so until you began to talk.

“I look so ugly. These scars make me look terrible. I’m never going to be pretty.”, you said between shallow breaths. He just sat there for a minute, staring at you. You expected him to be looking at you, weirdly. You turned around to him…and how he looked hurt your heart.

He had such a sad look on his face. His eyebrows downturned, and his own eyes began to water as well. Why was he crying? Did he pity you? Was he disappointed?

“Y/n. You are so pretty. With and without these scars. These scars don’t make you ugly, they make you human. Everyone has their struggles and bad times. I promise you, okay? You aren’t ugly. These scars don’t make you ugly. Just look at me.”, he said before unwrapping his mask. He took your hand and held it up to his mouth, where his scar is.

He’d taken his mask off before, but you’d never touched or traced it. You gasped softly, and your tears stopped for a second. He felt a bit anxious, despite the words he told you. Did you think he looked bad? Kaburamaru went from his neck, across your connecting arms and over to you.

“Obanai..”, you said.

He got nervous, but then you let out a small smile. It was small, but it made him feel happier.

“Is what you said…is what you said true?”, you asked him quietly. His grip on your hand tightened.

“Of course it is. It always will be, I love you. How you look…these scars, don’t matter to me. I fell in love with you for who you are.”, he reassured you. Your tears began to flow again. He pulled you in for a hug and held you against him, letting you sob into his shoulder.

you’ll love each other forever.

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this is not proofread so i'm sure theres some errors, sorry lol. there will be 2 other parts with all other hashira!

word count - 1372

time spent - lets just say A WHILE, i'm unoriginal people

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sugawhaaa · 1 year

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Junhan x reader

Shy little bunny~

Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity.

Genre:smut (ish?)

Warnings: suggestive at the end

A/N: this is my first time posting smth a little spicy but I just wanted to see how it'd turn out if I did post it 😋

It was a rainy Saturday night in xdinary heroes dorm but instead of getting bummed out by the sad weather you and the boys decided to make a big meal together. Loads of side dishes, of rice, seaweed soup, noodles, spring rolls etc and some spicy chicken legs that were the main attraction of tonight. You and your boyfriend Junhan were on Ramen and rice duty. The kitchen was quite the disaster from Seungmins talented cooking skills to Jooyeon's sad attempt at not burning the spring rolls. The kitchen was a mess but it was filled with laughter. After all the chaos was over with, you and the gang sat down at a food loaded table with the scent of delicious flavor flowing through the dorms. After everyone got together and did a big cheers with their glasses of whine, pop and water you started digging in.

After everyone was overflowing with food in their stomachs it was time for dessert which was a homemade cake you and Junhan had baked last night. Gaon put candles on it (for whatever reason) while Gaon was carefully loading up the cake with rainbow candles Seungmin turned to you (a little tipsy)

"Hey uh Y/N what's that strange mark on your neck?" He said pointing his fork towards your lower neck and Junhan choked on his water. You turned your head to look at him, and your face began to flush "Oh look there's two of em" Seungmin said looking closer and squinting a bit

"AHEM what's the verdict on those candles Jiseok becauseIreallydon'twannakeeptalkingabout this" you awkwardly laughed

"Almost done," Jiseok said, sticking in a few more candles with the tip of his tongue hanging out in focus. Then o.de turned to Gunil asking him if he also saw the marks on your neck. Junhan swiftly wrapped his arm around your neck to cover the marks up. It was pretty obvious what they were and considering the walls are rather thin in these dorms they probably heard some… noise last night. But you still found it difficult to talk to the other members about you and Junhan's relationship.

"It's called a hickey O.de," Gunil said nonchalantly, causing your face to heat up.

"What's a hickey?" O.de asked dumb founded

"Well when two people love each other-" Just as Gunil was about to start his very embarrassing and awkward lesson Jungsu turned the lights out

"Alright! Let's look at this wonderful candle show you set up for us Gaon" Jungsu said, walking over to the cake with a lighter. The cake was a little…deformed due to the amount of wax candles shoved in it but when lit on fire it was a little hard to notice the difference. After blowing out the candles Jungsu went to turn the lights back on when there was a big woosh. Everyone stopped eating.

"What was that?" Jooyeon asked with a mouth full of cake. Jungsu flicked the light switch back and forth.

"Just as I thought, powers out"

The boys sighed and groaned in disappointment.

"Awe I wanted to watch a movie tonight" jooyeon said sadly

"I have a USB with some movies on it," Junhan said shyly looking down at his plate "I dunno if you'll like any of them though" Junhan looked up to see you and all the boys wide eyed and excited. So you and XH got out some blankets, pillows and snacks. While everyone was setting up, Junhan hooked up the USB to the TV and started looking through the movies.

"Okay so we can either watch Epic, the My Hero Academia movie, scream or a barbie movie?" And as soon as Junhan said Barbie everyone started cheering for Barbie so Junhan stuck it on and everyone got cuddled up together to watch fairytopia. Everyone was making jokes about it and genuinely enjoying it and it was actually very fun.

~Spice~

Near the end of the movie you set your hand on Junhan's thigh. He didn't show much of a reaction so you decided to rub your hand up and down his thigh. Again there was not much of a reaction besides a very quick glance to your hand. You eyed the other boys to make sure they weren't looking at you or Junhan so you slide your hand further up his leg and just a little to the left. That's when you finally achieved your goal. A quiet little moan came from his lips. Considering he is anything but vocal when you two are being intimate this was quite the surprise.

He shuffled a bit in his seat but you just kept following his crotch with your hand. Despite it being quite dark you could see him harshly biting his bottom lip to suppress his sounds. He finally admitted defeat and stopped trying to squirm out of your grasp. You took a moment to let him think you were done teasing him but to his surprise you lifted your palm up and slowly pressed it back down along his length. He covered his mouth quietly and threw his head back. You could feel him getting harder under your grip but you got snapped back to reality.

"Oh yeah I forgot to ask, does everyone have flash lights for tonight? The power will probably be out for a while, "Gunil said, turning to look at everyone on the couch. Everyone nodded their heads or said something like "yeah" but neither you nor Junhan replied. "Junhan? Y/N?" He asked looking over at us

"Yeah we're good-ah!" As Junhan was replying you decided to test him and move your hand up and down his crotch quickly. Gunil just gave him a weird look and shrugged

"Okay" and with that everyone went back to watching the movie. After that you decided to leave Junhan alone and you put your hand back on his thigh.

After the movie was finished everyone was talking to each other about the movie. Making more jokes and talking about the weather etc.

"Jeez it's 8 and I'm so tired" jungsu sighed

"How about we all go to my room and play some games! Doesn't that sound fun?" Seungmin said excitedly and everyone agreed except for you and Junhan.

"You guys wanna join or?" Asked Gaon

"Um, I'm good. How about you Junnie?" You said politely before turning to look at Junhan to await his response.

"I'll hang back too, thank you for asking though," He smiled. Gaon just shrugged and said "okay" before walking away with the others. Now it was just you and Junhan left sitting on the couch. You both waited to hear the door to O.de's room latch as soon as you both heard it clicked you looked at each other. Junhan grabbed a pillow off the floor and smacked you in the back of the head with it.

"Gah! What was that for!" You shouted

"I could ask you the same question," he huffed. You laughed "Giving me a clothed handjob while Jungsu was sitting right next to you!"

"Well you're speaking rather negatively about something you were clearly enjoying," you said leaning closer to him. He tried forming a sentence but it just turned into a stuttering mess before he sighed. That's when you found your hand in a familiar location. On his inner thigh. Was he stammering over such a simple touch? He really is sensitive. You could greatly use this to your advantage.

"Well even if I did enjoy it, we already did this last night! Two nights in a row… I don't know if that's a good idea," Junhan said avoiding eye contact

"It's a weekend, it's fine," you said gently, pushing him down by the chest. As his dark brown eyes scanned your face and body they started to fill with lust.

"I guess, you're right" he said clearly, focusing on you and not what he was saying. You leaned down to give him a kiss. He wrapped his arms around your neck as you two passionately kissed. You then brought your hand back down to the zipper of his jeans and started unzipping them. Junhan started to smile into the kiss.

"The members are gonna have a lot of questions tomorrow," he chuckled.

#xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdinari hero fanfic #xdinary heroes #jun han #xh icons #xh gaon #xh jungsu #xdh x reader #xdh #xdh fluff #xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes junhan #xdinary heroes fanart

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narwhal-butterfly · 10 months

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Okay so the Christmas before covid hit my aunt got me the Nimona graphic novel and I loved it I still love it and when I tell you I squealed when I saw Netflix was making a movie, I squealed like I squealed, I was/am very excited

(Not part of this movie but I love that this movie is how I learned that the author of Nimona, one of the creators of Steven Universe, and the creator of She-ra(all of which I love) is trans, well looks like I'm going to go cover up their deadname on my book when I go back to my mom's house lol)

So y'all are getting my live reactions

(spoilers under cut off)

I have only watched 4 minutes into this movie and just EEEEEEEEE like they gave Ballister the biggest sad cat eyes you ever did see and he and Ambrosius are so gay and aasssahhhhhhhhfggggggdybeufbeusl

Okay I hate all of the knight (except Ballister and Ambrosius)

"You think I'm her favorite?" Yes ofc you are, you sweet little sad cat man

Eeeeeeee Ballister and Ambrosius are so fucking cute(this is probably gonna be 90% of this post lol)(edit: I was wrong)

Awww they're all cheering for him ❤❤❤❤ "Let a new era of heros begin with you" awwwww

OH FUCK SAD CAT MAN JUST KILLED THE FUCKING QUEEN WTF WTF WTF

OH SHIT AMBROSUIS JUST FUCKING CUT HIS ARM OFF WTF

OH SHIT WTF IS HAPPENING IT WAS SO HAPPY AND GAY AND CUTE

EEEEE NIMONA MY BELOVED BABY

Ooooh cool robot arm

EEEE baby has found one of her gay dads YIPPIE

"Sick arm. Did it bleed a lot? Did they let you keep the old one?" I love her, she is so fucking weird/pos

"-Then we rise like a firy phoenix from the ashes ro overthrow the government!" YESSSS down with the government!!!!

"This guy looks extremely punchable." "You're right. He is actually punchable." father and gender-fluid child bonding<3

They took his arm >:(

Aww he's going sad little cat mode;-;

Oh no Ambrosius thinks Ballister really killed the Queen ;-;

Baby is shape-shifting and I love her

Ballister sliding in on his face well Nimona is doing all of these cool tricks is the best thing ever

Nimona making her dad breakfast tacos and being unintentionally loud in the kitchen is just adorable and really shows how much of a kid she actually is

She tried to clean up the house well he was asleep awww(well more accurately she tried to make the house more of an evil lair but it's still cute)

"You're a mo-" "what? Marsupial? Mariachi? 🤌Meatball?🤌" I love her

Uh oh baby's got ✨️trauma✨️

"Why are you helping me?" Oh okay then;-; "Because I'm bored." Bullshit "And everybody hates you too." Oh ;_;

"But I'm not a girl. I'm a shark. *teeth click(×2)*" same

Ballister is such a tired dad

Ballister is such a tired dad (but now at a train station)

"He hates freestyle jazz." Pffff but also Awww

Ambrosius hair smells like lavender, alrighty then, but why are you smelling his hair Todd? that's a little fruity/hj

Uh oh the Director knows Nimona

The cereal ad is adorable lmao

"I just think it'd be easier if you were a girl." "Easier to be a girl? You're hilarious." I mean she's not wrong

Ooooh we're getting her backstory!!!! Oh nvm lmao, I love her lol

"And now, you're a boy." " I am today." Mood

Nimona attacking the Squire well Ballister's trying not to get caught as some lady's trying to sell him a car is just beautiful

He is so her dad and I love it

She's so trans and I love her

"Who would protect Todd?" No one, Todd sucks

OH MY GODS, IT WAS THE DIRECTOR WHAT THE HELL????

"Arm-chopping is not a love language!" Nimona I get that you are trying to protect your dad from an unhealthy relationship but in this case it is

Ambrosius no! babyboy do not talk to The Director, she is literally the problem!!!!

"The man I love,-" oh ;-;

Oh my gods, he's jealous of Nimona, no sweetheart, she is not your replacement, she is your new child

Uh oh babyboy's having a breakdown internally

Nimona defending Ballister is so cute

Also the director calling Nimona a 'miscreant, whispering in his ear' as she whispers into Ambrosius' ear is just 😗🤌*chef's kiss*

"It doesn't matter. You shouldn't need proof. You know I'm not a murderer." why must you hurt me like this? I just wanted to watch a movie ;-;

The lovers are fighting and Ballister defending Nimona and that's adorable but also heartbreaking

Nooooo, not the babies(Ballister and Nimona)

Oh my gods she turned into the fucking dragon from the cereal ad

Oh sweetheart, you're not a monster ;-;

"I don't what's scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." oh sweetie :(

Her dad is taking her away to somewhere better I'm crying oh my gods ;-;

YESSSSS AMBROSIUS STAND UP FOR YOUR BOY

Ma'am I don't give a fuck about your nightmares

Oh my gods she just stabbed him what the fuck, you bitch

Thank the gods it was just Nimona acting lmao but yes show the kingdom!!!

Oh my gods they're playing Monopoly I love them she is so his kid and he is so her dad

He sees to her reaction to him being freaked out about her breathing fire and then calls it 'metal' I just- I- eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh ;-;

Awwww they're dancing and she's a shark for some reason lol

Aww they're watching scary movies

Oh no baby's having a nightmare :(

"You're safe." Awww "we're home." AWWWWW ;-;/pos

Aww Ballister and Ambrosius are going on a nachos date

Awww Ambrosius believes him

Nimona did not set him up sir, the Director is lying to you, Nimona is a sweet and innocent baby who has done no wrong, well actually she's done a lot of wrong but I don't care she's a sweet innocent baby

Ambrosius ily but do not make him choose between you and his child

Uh oh, what's Todd doing?

Sir, no that is your child, stop yelling at her please;-;

Oh fuck it's Todd

Oh my gods are we getting Nimona's backstory? oh my gods we're getting baby's backstory

Awww her and Gloreth were friends <333

Awwwww she had a crush on Gloreth

Uh oh the other people are scared of her

Oh nooo, oh baby ;-;

Uh ooh

UH OH, baby went Godzilla mode

Oh no she's hurt :(

Anndddd Ambrosius is finally getting how fuck this is

Oh baby :(

"I don't what scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." Oh honey noo :(( ;-;

Oh thanks the gods, her dad stopped her

"I see you, Nimona. And you're not alone." Ooooooh eeeeeeeehh ;-;

YEESSSS BABY'S SAVING THE CITY!!!!

OH FUCK IS SHE OKAY?

OH FUCK HER DAD'S MAKING THE SAD LITTLE CAT EYES AGAIN

Oh, okay, I'm crying now

Oh I'm not okay

Oh my gods, oh my gods oh my gods, she's (maybe(hopefully)) okay

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHE'S OKAY!!!! THANK FUCK

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona my beloved #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #i love all of them

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fastandtheformula1 · 10 months

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GIRLLL we need the part 2 of choises where ollie continues his life without y/n by his side but he still keeps in touch with her like after every race he sends a voice mail and also still sends messages even though he knows that y/n won't reply. It was hard for both of them, when you know how desperately you need each other and there's nothing you can do about it. Y/n always listened and replayed the voicemails that Ollie sent, at least it cured her longing. She still watched ollie's races, he was progressing well from race to race and felt a little relieved that her decision to break up with ollie could make him focus more on his racing, seeing him on the podium and smiling, it was the thing she wanted most in her life. But y/n was unaware of the fact that all of his smile was fake. Yeah, he was happy that his performance had improved but it was all nothing without y/n. He became quieter than usual, not more cheerful and even more moody, blue vibe, and once arthur caught him crying alone. Maybe during y/n's graduation, he came and brought a bouquet of her favourite chocolates and asked her to come back to his side? Idk brooo just get them a happy ending istg😔👊🏻❤

Ollie Bearman- Ultimatum

a/n: here is the long awaited part 2 of choices. the end is kinda sucky but we all know i can't end fics like this lol. enjoy!

summary: part 2 to this post.

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

warnings: cursing, angst, sad ollie

word count: 1503

not my gif!

Hey. It’s me. Uh, I hope this is still your number. I’m about to get ready for quali in Barcelona. Wish you were here to see it. Know you’ve always wanted to come here. Anyway. Bye.

Hi. Sorry if these are getting redundant but I’m about to qualify in Vegas. I know you’re only four hours away. Ollie takes on America, I guess… Miss you, Y/N.

Hi. Abu Dhabi race! Last one of the season! ‘Bout to qualify. Look, I know it’s been almost a year and I’m not trying to convince you to get back together with me but I want to see if we can- What? But I- ugh. Shit, sorry, I gotta go, but… Come back to the paddock, love.

That one caught your attention.

Come back to the paddock,

Love.

It had been almost a year since you left Ollie. Though you mostly felt bad about how you left things, there was a part of you that had made peace with it. You both had your own lives to live and your goals that weren’t lining up with each other’s. So why try at something that’s wasting your time?

You missed him though. You missed the pre-race rituals where Ollie held you tight in his arms hearing the joyful shouts and clamor of the outside world, thinking of nothing but each other until Arthur practically ripped down Ollie’s door to get him into his car. When he raced, you knew he thought of you. He made it very clear that you were a priority to him all the time. Although radio chats clearly proved otherwise, you knew in the back of your mind that he was thinking of you.

“Ollie, you need to box mate. Box.”

“But she said to not because-”

“What? Box, Ollie, box.”

“No! Please, I can’t-”

“Sorry Ollie, team orders. Box. Box.”

You checked in on him every once in a while, of course wishing him all the best in his career. You watched some of his interviews and still followed Ferrari. You were never going to completely abandon him; you still considered him a good friend. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about him a lot. He looked and seemed happy through the screen that you viewed him through, his bubbly personality shining through his dazzling smile that you missed oh-so-much. Sometimes your mind had wondered what happened if you came back that night. Would you have figured it out? Would the outcome be the same? Was Ollie really going to desert F2 and possibly F1 just for you?

You always forced those thoughts out of your head; they weren’t something that was a part of your life anymore.

Similarly, Ollie felt the same. He could and would never cease thinking about you, even in the most serious of situations. He’d notice small mannerisms in other people that you had, like scratching your nose when you were anxious, and would be reminded of you through certain inflictions in peoples’ words. His pre-race ritual was never the same, knowing that the cuddles and silent comfortable moments you once had would never return. Arthur, being the good friend that he is, even offered Ollie cuddles and extra support when you’d left, but it never was the same for him.

Now though, you were currently about to attend your graduation party for university. After you and Ollie’s incident, you moved as far as you could from him to focus on yourself and your career. You moved to the States after a month-long debate with yourself as well as your parents. You worked so hard to get yourself into and through school, buying yourself an apartment, and spent many of your days in your new environment with strangers who eventually turned into friends. You had turned over a new leaf, and you felt like a new person.

You could almost say that you had forgotten about Ollie.

Almost.

Your parents had thrown you a huge party to celebrate your accomplishments throughout the past few years. They had invited extended family as well as your old friends from elementary school. You flew in a couple of days before your party, getting used to the time difference, reverting back to your old ways of life before you left.

It was nice to be home, the comfort of your childhood house and environment made you at ease, along with your family and friends you hadn’t seen in a while. Your parents did a good job of decorating the house, placing framed pictures of you in the front room, balloons covering every normally empty corner. You saw family members who you hadn’t seen in years, chatting with them until somebody else stole you away. A couple of hours went by, and a few speeches were made courtesy of your parents and a few close relatives. You felt normal for the first time in a while.

That’s when you turned and made eye contact with him. Ollie.

You felt your stomach drop. Why was he here? How could your parents invite him? How do you address what happened? Of course you knew the answers, you were smart enough to figure out your next move, but your mind spiraled as soon as you saw his warm, brown eyes. You excused yourself from the conversation you were having, speed walking to the bathroom. You locked the door and took a moment for yourself.

Okay, you thought. Just act normal and pretend like you didn’t walk out on him. Easy.

You fixed yourself up and walked back out into the organized chaos.

About an hour later people started to leave, wishing you luck in the next stage of your life, telling you how proud they are and all that. But all you could think about was him.

After everyone cleared out, you walked back to your kitchen seeing Ollie having a conversation with your dad.

His eyes flicked over to yours, hesitantly looking back to your dad’s. “Oh, um. Sorry sir, do you mind if I…”

“Go ahead.” Your dad smiled and walked out of the kitchen as Ollie headed towards you.

He anxiously took in a breath in as you studied his figure. He was standing slightly hunched over, wearing a white button down shirt with navy blue pants. You’d always told him that the blue pants looked better on him, a nice contrast to the black and red he wears.

His voice was low. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” You slightly smiled. When Ollie would come to your house unannounced when you were little, it would bring you so much joy.

“Dunno,” He said, sighing. “Was your big day, and I had to be all dramatic and show up I guess.” A chuckle rumbled from his chest; a sound you haven’t heard in a long time.

“Oh, um, those are for you,” He said, gesturing towards a box of candy surrounded by envelopes and stuffed animals on a table. “I know you probably haven’t had those in a while. You know, moving to the States and all.”

It shocked you that he still remembered the smallest things, showing that he still really cared about you. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you, you were surprised it wasn’t an awkward one.

“I just want us to be normal again. I can’t stand not having you in my life, Y/N. There’s this hole that you left and I’ve been trying to fix it with racing, my family. Fuck, I’ve even starting up knitting. And I get that you’ve moved on and have healed and everything, so I get it if you don’t want to do this, but I need you back in my life. This time it’ll be different, Y/N. I promise.”

You gauged the situation. Did you really believe that things could be the same after what happened? He was the sweetest most genuine person you’ve ever encountered, but would he still want more after you established you were just friends? You fought yourself back and forth, surprising yourself of what came out of your mouth:

“Okay.”

“I promise I won’t- wait what?” He expression changed,

“Okay. We can try to be friends again. That’s it though. No reminiscing of our romantic relationship, no calling me late at night because you can’t sleep. None of that. I can’t do that again, Ol.”

“Okay. Deal.”

All of what you felt that night started coming back, the guilt returning to your chest. This boy was utterly in love with you, and you completely fucked him over.

“Ollie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just up and left. You deserved better than that.” You looked down at the floor, internally cringing at your past mistake. You were embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I forgive you, Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

“So, friends again?”

“Yeah.”

It made your heart happy knowing that you and Ollie were okay, but something inside you knew that it would never be the same.

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Twice’s 10th member recognizes she has a wonderful second family

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty! :D

The request: hey uh.. i see that fic where Y/N doesn't have great childhood with parents and then celebrate mother day with jihyo and jeongyeon, but if Y/N doesn't have great childhood with parents or family but it was a secret, so the members don't know it, y'know that in twice world tour. Twice family goes into twice concert, so what if in twice concert the twice family come and Y/N feeling slightly jealous and sad.. please

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The stadium was buzzing with anticipation as fans eagerly awaited the start of TWICE's highly anticipated world tour. It was a momentous occasion for both the fans and the members themselves, who had poured their hearts and souls into their music. Among the members, Y/N, the youngest of the group, was feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Little did her fellow members know that her childhood hadn't been as rosy as it appeared.

Y/N's parents had never been supportive of her dreams of becoming an idol. They saw her passion for music as nothing more than a foolish dream and discouraged her every step of the way. Growing up, the maknae often felt isolated and alone, her parents' disapproval casting a dark cloud over her aspirations. She had found solace in her fellow TWICE members, who had become her second family. As the lights dimmed and the concert began, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The energy of the crowd was infectious, and she couldn't help but get lost in the music. She poured all her emotions into each performance, giving it her all, as she always did.

Throughout the concert, the youngest couldn't help but notice the presence of her fellow members' families in the audience. They cheered and waved excitedly, showing their unwavering support for their daughters. Nayeon's parents were there, waving bright banners with her name emblazoned on them. Dahyun's parents were dancing along to every beat, wide smiles adorning their faces. However, what truly caught Y/N's attention was the unexpected arrival of Jihyo and Jeongyeon's mothers. They had surprised their daughters by showing up unannounced, and the joy on Jihyo and Jeongyeon's faces was palpable. The two mothers hugged their daughters tightly, tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness deep within her heart. She longed for that same love and support from her own parents. It hurt to see her fellow members being embraced by their families, knowing that she couldn't share in that joy. But she couldn't let her emotions show, not when there were thousands of fans eagerly watching their every move. As the concert progressed, she managed to push her feelings aside and focused on giving the best performance she could. She smiled and danced with all her might, determined to make this a memorable night for everyone in attendance. The fans sang along, their voices intertwined with the members, creating an atmosphere of pure bliss.

Towards the end of the concert, during a brief intermission, the members were given a moment to express their gratitude to their families. They took turns expressing their love and appreciation for their parents, showering them with heartfelt words. Y/N listened intently, feeling a bittersweet ache in her chest. When it was her turn, she hesitated for a moment. The desire to share her true feelings was sending her into despair, to reveal the pain she had carried in secret for so long. But the fear of burdening her fellow members held her back. She swallowed her words, choosing instead to thank the fans for their unwavering support.

As the concert came to a close, Y/N's heart felt heavy. She knew she had experienced something magical, something that would be etched in her memory forever. But a part of her couldn't shake off the sadness that had crept into her soul. As the members exited the stage, they were met with the cheers and applause of the fans, who were still buzzing with excitement. TWICE's child, however, lingered behind, her steps slower than usual. She needed a moment to collect herself, to process the conflicting emotions swirling within her. Just as she was about to leave the stage, a voice called out to her. It was Jihyo's mother, her eyes brimming with kindness and understanding. She approached Y/N, embracing her in a warm hug and whispering softly in her ear. It was a simple gesture, but it held an immense amount of comfort.

Jihyo's mother - I know you didn't get to say it on stage, Y/N, but we're your family too. You're loved, dear.

The maknae's tears welled up, and she clung to Jihyo's mother, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. She had carried the burden of her secret for far too long, and now, at this moment, she felt a glimmer of hope. Jihyo's mother held her tightly, her words sinking deep into Y/N's heart. It was a reminder that family wasn't just about blood relations; it was about love, support, and understanding. And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of TWICE's family, Y/N finally allowed herself to believe that she was deserving of such love. As the concert came to an end, the members joined Y/N on stage, their faces beaming with pride and joy. They had given their all during the performance, and they were eager to celebrate their success together.

But as they approached Y/N, they noticed a subtle change in her demeanour. Her eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and newfound strength, a rawness they hadn't seen before. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and they couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. Mina was the first to reach Y/N, her eyes filled with empathy. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Y/N, pulling her into a comforting embrace. The other members followed suit, forming a circle around Y/N, their love radiating from their hearts. Sana held Y/N's hand tightly, her voice filled with compassion.

Sana - You know, sugar, we're not just a team on stage. We're a family, and we're here for you. Always.

The words resonated deeply within Y/N's soul, and tears streamed down her face. It was a cathartic release, a culmination of years of hidden pain and longing. The members held her even tighter, providing a safe space for her to let go. Dahyun wiped away Y/N's tears gently, her voice filled with tenderness.

Dahyun - You never have to face things alone, sweet girl. We're here to lift you up, just as you've always lifted us.

Tzuyu nodded in agreement, her voice steady and unwavering.

Tzuyu - You are not alone, baby. We will walk this journey together, supporting and loving each other every step of the way.

One by one, each member shared their heartfelt words of encouragement, expressing their unwavering support and affection. Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, Jihyo, and Nayeon surrounded Y/N, their love forming an unbreakable bond. Jihyo took her kid's hand in hers, her voice filled with gratitude.

Jihyo - We may not share the same blood, but we're sisters in every sense of the word. Your happiness and well-being matter to all of us, kiddo.

Jeongyeon leaned in, her voice filled with determination.

Jeongyeon - From this moment forward, babygirl, we promise to be your pillar of strength, your source of love and support. We'll always be here for you.

Y/N was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love from her TWICE family. At that moment, any lingering trace of jealousy or sadness dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of belonging. She realized that she had found her true family in these incredible women, and that realization filled her with immeasurable gratitude. As the members continued to embrace their "honey", they knew that their bond had deepened even further. They had weathered storms together, their love and friendship stronger than ever. The journey ahead would undoubtedly bring its own challenges, but they were ready to face them as a united front.

The stadium slowly emptied, fans leaving with hearts full of memories from an unforgettable concert. But for TWICE and Y/N, their journey was just beginning. United by love, they were prepared to conquer any obstacles that lay ahead, knowing that they had each other's unwavering support. Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling the warmth of TWICE's love envelop her. She was no longer burdened by the secrets of her past, for she had found solace in her chosen family. And as they stood together, embracing their future with open arms, the beloved maknae of TWICE knew that the world was theirs to conquer, one stage at a time with her sisters that always made her think:

I love my dear unnies.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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📂 . 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁

⸺˚⁎⁺˳・being one of hawkin’s high’s very own golden girls, you can’t exactly flaunt your secret situationship with the school’s “freak.” but that doesn’t stop you from wanting more.

⌗ PAIRING . eddie munson x cheerleader ! reader.

⌗ WORD COUNT . 1.7k

⌗ WARNINGS . angst, drugs, love confession, loser/popular trope, secret relationship, hurt comfort, happy ending.

⌗ REQUEST . cheerleader reader and eddie being friends with benefits and both catching feelings and confessing in the end? — anonymous.

⌗ NOTES . this was originally posted on my old account, @/saintlessmunson. i've decided to make a new account for a number of reasons, but this is not being pirated so don't be alarmed. <3

the bleachers are packed as you cheer, arms and legs moving in unison with your fellow cheermates. the lights cast a yellowish tint across the gym; the brightness strains your eyes as you scan the faces in the crowd.

it’s not that you’re expecting him to be there, because why would he? but you can’t help but feel a soft pang in your chest when you fail to find the frizzy mop of hair and the glimmer of the metal that adorns his clothing.

there’s just about two minutes left on the clock, and as short as that seems, it seems to drag on forever. after each point is scored, through the tigers or through the opposing team, you and the other cheerleaders chant and move accordingly.

another point lost, another one scored. the crowd sits on the edge of their seats, hands clenching by their sides in anticipation. fifty seconds on the clock. chrissy looks over at you, a glimmer in her expression that says, “we may not win this one,” to which you nod solemnly.

and jason steals the ball, travels it down the court and tosses it; the crowd now standing. he never misses a shot, except for tonight.

six seconds on the clock and there seems to be no way to recover those final points, but the ball bounces into lucas’ hands, and he shoots a three. the gym bursts into applause, the basketball team lifts lucas into the air and the smile on your lips refuses to meet your eyes. you cheer, nevertheless, arms flailing and voice loud as the group of cheerleaders rush over to the players, joining the cluster. all but you.

once the initial shock and excitement finally dies down, and the gym begins to empty out, you slip from the backdoor, deciding to stop by the locker room to change from your cheer uniform. you frown once you remove the top from your frame at the sight of the guitar pick left inside of your locker. it’s his and usually, you would treat it as your good luck charm, but tonight it brings nothing but feelings of emptiness and longing.

your skirt is short but flowy, your top cropped and tight on your frame as you sling your bag over your shoulder. you expected to walk the two blocks home, as you usually did after a game, though you pause in the now mostly empty parking lot when you notice the brief flicker of headlights.

you hold a hand up to shield your eyes from the brightness, your heart fluttering when you finally recognize the vehicle attached to them. you head over, glancing over your shoulders to assure that nobody’s around– a sad habit you’d come to pick up over the last four months– before opening the door and hopping up into the passenger’s seat.

“how was the game, princess?” he smells of weed, though his hands twitch with excitement.

“good, we won. lucas scored that final three-pointer that put us ahead,” you smile fondly of the younger boy, “he’s really good, i don’t get why coach had him on the bench all season.”

“it’s good to see his commitments lie somewhere,” he snorts as he puts the van into drive and pulls out of the parking lot.

“be nice,” you swat at his thigh, rolling your eyes. “how was the campaign?”

eddie falters for a moment, slightly surprised that you remembered. “it, uh, it went really well, sinclair’s little sister took his place tonight.”

“oh, how was that?” you raise a curious brow, having only met the girl once or twice.

“fun,” he smiles, “she knows her shit, that’s for sure. she’s got heart.”

“looks like it runs in the family,” you chuckle, “where we heading?”

“i gotta make a quick stop,” eddie replies, glancing over at you before making a turn down a street you don’t recognize. “i’ll just be a second.”

“um, okay,” you shrug, eyes focusing on the houses that go by. he makes two more turns before pulling into the driveway of a shack-like house.

“just stay here,” he turns in his seat, retrieving a baggie of something from his little metal lunchbox before winking at you. “be right back.”

you watch him look both ways, hands in his pockets as he moves for the porch, standing off to the side of the door before knocking. it only takes a moment for the door to open, a guy standing in the doorway in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of jeans greeting him. he grins, giving him a hand shake and a nod before moving out of the doorway to let eddie in, pausing at the silhouette of you in the open window of the van.

“who’s that?” he points over at you, giving you a suspicious glare.

eddie glances over at you before waving him off, “that’s nobody. just some chick, she won’t say anything.”

he turns to eddie, pausing for a moment before nodding in acceptance. “alright.”

you wish you could pretend that eddie’s statement didn’t make your stomach churn, but your eyes well and you bite down on your lip to keep the emotions inside.

it takes about five or so minutes before eddie’s clambering back into the van, still softly chuckling at whatever went on inside of the house. “my place or yours?” he questions, glancing over at you when you don’t immediately reply.

you shrug, “just drop me off at my house.”

“what?” eddie’s brows furrow in confusion, “what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” you look over at him with a blank expression, “i’m just tired, long night.”

he goes to argue but decides against it, “okay, i guess, if that’s what you really want.”

what i really want is you. “yeah,” you reply in a whisper, “yeah.”

the ride is silent for the most part, the only noise coming from the breeze flowing through the open windows and the soft, soothing sounds of metallica from the radio.

he parks three houses down, something he’d started doing after the first time you almost got caught together.

you go to open the door, sighing when he reaches across you to hold it closed. “what are you doing, eddie?”

“what’s up with you tonight, princess?” he seems so concerned that it makes you wanna vomit.

“why does it matter?” the tears return to your waterline, threatening to spill over with every second that you sit in his van.

“because you seem upset,” it’s like it’s the most obvious thing in the world to eddie, “i don’t like when you’re upset.”

“why do you give a shit if i’m just some chick to you, eddie?” you finally turn to face him, the venom in your words matching the pain in your expression.

he deflates a bit at that, “what else was i supposed to say? he thought you were a narc, i was trying to calm him down, i didn’t mean that.”

“it doesn’t matter if you meant it,” you shake your head, your lip trembling as you work up the voice to speak your next sentence, “i can’t do this anymore.”

“what?” now it’s eddie’s turn to feel the pang in his chest. “you serious?”

“i don’t wanna be a secret anymore,” you sniffle, a tear finally slipping down your cheek, “i don’t wanna be just some chick to you anymore.”

“you’re not just some chick to me,” he frowns, struggling to find the words, “it’s just complicated right now.”

“yeah, for you maybe,” you huff, moving to open the door again. he pulls it closed. “let me outta here, eddie, or i swear to god i’ll start throwing punches.”

“don’t do this,” eddie begs. “you know it’s not that simple, you’ve got a reputation and i’ve got a reputation and we just- we don’t fit.”

“no, eddie,” you throw his arm from the door, jumping out before he can pull it closed again, though you stand in the open space for a moment. “you don’t want us to fit.” and with that, you slam the door shut and begin the short trek to your house.

eddie growls in frustration and throws the van into drive, rolling slowly beside you. “c’mon, princess, please.”

you keep your gaze straight, refusing to look over at him as the tears stream steadily down your cheeks, cooling the warm skin as they fall.

“i love you, okay?” he finally huffs, “god, this is all so fucked.”

that pauses you in your trek, your breath catching in your throat. your body goes rigid as you look over to see him brushing his hands over his face in frustration, head resting on the steering wheel.

“what?” you whisper, eyes blown wide at him. “what did you just say?”

he laughs a sad and desperate laugh as he turns to look at you, “i love you. but you’re you and i’m a freak.”

“you’re not a freak, eddie,” you sniffle as you get back into the van, “i love you, too, okay? which is exactly why i can’t keep playing this game with you.”

“i can’t be the one to ruin your life, princess,” he shakes his head, “i won’t be.”

“you’re not ruining my life, you’re making it better.”

“do you know what the town would think of you? the shit you’d go through just being seen with me?” eddie huffs, eyes red and glossy as he looks at you. “i’m trying to protect you from that.”

“i don’t give a shit about this town!” you break, the loudness in your voice causing him to jump. “i don’t care about being popular, or about cheerleading or my parents or this stupid fucking town! god, i’m so sick and tired of everyone telling me what i can and can’t do to protect my reputation!”

his mouth opens a bit as you realize what you’ve said, a weight lifting off of your shoulders. you wait in an impatient silence for him to speak, but he leans forward to capture your mouth in a kiss instead.

it’s fervent, his hands cupping your jaws tightly. and though, you’ve kissed him a million times before, it’s never been like this. it’s always been a kiss to lead you to the next stage, but this time it’s something else. it’s a kiss to keep you right here. it’s something he should’ve done too long ago, and it’s something that he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for. if you’ll let him. i

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longeyelashedtragedy · 3 months

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tbh did not send the Lamps chara ask (shy) however I was seriously considering and someone beat me to it. if you feel like it and have time/energy after the others pending then I would massively enjoy expanded Redders thoughts. and/or JT if you like vintage Chels beyond Frank. ik that the skipper (derogatory) corrupted Grealo but he no doubt sunk claws into Frank first

i can definitely do redders for ya! JT i don't know too much about. i know he has some controversies, but that ain't my business lol. i appreciate how he made franko feel and i'm intersted in how the 2 of them have taken different paths both about how they act toward each other and how they talk about roman abramovich post-ukraine war 😂 (would love to hear more about how he corrupted grealo.) BUT. jamie i've got a lot more to say about.

i feel like if you read jamie's odd autobiography and then think of him through that lens, he's a real diamond in the rough of a fascinating footballer. he seems kinda brainless and vapid but i think some of that is because he has too much going on in his brain to use it for that sort of thought. i don't even mean that as a diss. that's a real thing!!! but let's see...

favorite thing about them: well, he certainly seems unpretentious and easy to talk to, which i like. has some good taste in music, is still close to his parents, always takes franko's side and defends him 😂

so, this next part seems like a weird thing to list as a "favorite," as i'm sad he suffers or has suffered in this way, but out of all the things i've read about mental health, both fiction and non-fiction, jamie's book described some of my specific childhood/teenage Horrors so well it was like i wrote it and i was so surprised that he went through all that and admitted it so unselfconsciously. that combination of talented kid with an idyllic life (this was me, albeit in other ways than jamie lol) who lives in this private world of pure fear. some of the things he mentions, like having to paint his room cheerful yellow to ward off Bad Thoughts and Scary things, and being so afraid when he saw the exorcist as a teenager that he slept with the lights on and couldn't get the movie out of his head for weeks--the isolating strength of these kinds of fears is sooooo fuckin real man. he also describes needing to watch the same movie every day for comfort when he got home from school where he got bullied and teased for being a little different, and his attachments to his toys that he'd have to do little rituals with every day to help him feel Calm, and how he took them to school to try to make friends and kids stole them :( he also describes his older self as having something Dark inside him, like when his close friends would become occupied with a girlfriend, he'd kind of freak out and try to get in the way, because he was afraid of losing their support.

his book also describes very sinister perceptions of the external world too, a lot of kind of scary or just ominous scenarios drift through the book (a creep that tried to grab him in the park, the scary, dark corridors under dean court stadium when his Daddy was in charge of bournemouth--i related to that too--, rumors of some weird creep working at tottenham when they wanted to sign young him?)

i apologize if this is repetitive to anyone reading but i had some very particular Problems as a kid and i've just never seen some of them articulated the way jamie articulates them. and i just found all this so...fascinating. i think it explains a lot about his adult self and provides such a contrast between him and brainy franko (see headcanons section!)

least favorite thing about them: he cut his hair and has a beard! i'm predictable--if a footballer had long hair and now doesn't, this will be my response. otherwise, what's there really to dislike? he's kind of inoffensive imho

favorite line: uh a few

"Frank Lampard has a vision for seeing things." (i-hope he actually said that for real)

from his book:

and, for the "franko was too old when he was young" headcanons:

oookay then, anyway:

brotp: idk, who does he hang out with? i like his interactions with the guys on ALOTO even though his main feature is clearly to be the punching bag. maybe with stevie g? with Daddy-Uncle Harry? lmao

notp: his new wife. at first they didn't look as miserable together as he and poor Louise always did, but he just posted a video from their maldives vacation today, and woof--she looks miserable. well, i'm not here for blonde scandinavian models and i think jamie is too childish to do well in a Grownup Married Relationship. again, kind of like with franko, i don't mean childish like... "spoiled entitled manbrat" or "hasn't lost joie de vivre"--more like. is trapped as kid because of his own mind. i think if a therapist saw only jamie and franko as clients, and no one else, they'd be set for life

otp: well...there can be only one. i'd love for jamie & franko to give romeo + juliet their happy ending 😭 they are weirdly...made for each other. and hey--according to the internet it's legal! 🫡👮🏼

random headcanon: so many! lampardverse is sort of all about Jamie in a sense, and i think as a child Jamie so very much appreciated the solid steady presence of his younger cousin. franko's psychological issues are of a very different nature lol, plus we know he's a master of repression (can relate) and we imagine that he'd help jamie with his homework and read him chapters of the narnia book, and eat the food jamie refused to eat.

another one is that jamie is super dependent on his Well-Known Dad. they do a lot of stuff together and idk on ALOTO one of the main purposes seems to get jamie overwhelmed and stressed--because he gets like that very easily--so it feels like Uncle Harry's presence is just. very necessary for him.

fascin8ing! YMMV.

unpopular opinion: i don't think i have one? are there popular or unpopular opinions on jamie redknapp? hahaha

a song i associate with them: hmmm, not really any? i do have him singing shimmy shimmy ya by ODB at franko in "red red red" lol. but i don't really count that 😂

favorite picture of them: let's do a few!

gay af behaviors (affectionate)

whump tendencies

bougie gay cou-- (cousins? couple? choose your own adventure)

THANKS for coming along on this wild ride!

#heffer-wen #answered #jamie jamie jamie #jamie jamie cousin jamie #into the lampardverse #i'll have to reblog veronika's take on jamie too to the ask i sent #our takes are so different #which i love #i also fuckin hated bday parties when i was in elementary school!!!#i was always afraid my mom/dad would never come back to pick me up!

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greenishghostey · 1 year

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A Tuesday in '83

Author's Note: Saw this post, got sad, had a brainstorm with myself while doing a face mask, and now here we are. This is super dialogue heavy but I felt that was the best way to approach this idea!

So, here's 17-year-old Eddie helping with the search for Will Byers and helping cheer Jonathan up, at least a little bit.

Word count: 3,120

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The news of little Will Byers vanishing into the aether of Hawkins spread like wildfire around the town. Storefronts were covered in missing posters, with the kid’s cheery little smile beaming away. Everyone around Hawkins High School spoke in hushed tones and stole unsavoury glances towards Jonathan Byers.

Eddie didn’t do this, though. Eddie was far too used to dirty looks and pointing from other students. He was the town’s punching bag - the weirdo who lived in the trailer park and worshipped the devil. The brother of a missing kid didn’t deserve the same treatment he got. Even if said brother listened to The Talking Heads, that was something Eddie had to judge at least a little.

Eddie had made a point of “freaking out” anyone he caught being less than civil towards Jonathan. The two boys weren’t friends, they’d never spoken, but they were both dubbed weirdos in the eyes of the student body.

Since middle school, Eddie knew that he was a caring person. He was too aware of the sour attention that clung to him. It was a lonely experience for him when he was a little kid, so he found ways to make it better. Gathering up his fellow freaks, geeks and weirdos had become his life’s calling. It didn’t just stop with Hellfire Club - Eddie could take every figurative and literal punch and kick from the town when others couldn’t. Therefore, he took his “freak” and dialled it up to eleven.

Being dramatic was one of Eddie’s favourite hobbies. He had increased the frequency of his cafeteria table speeches and taken to drumming on locker doors super close to the many whispering groups. His toothy manic grin worked a treat at drawing attention away from Jonathan. A lot of people despised his smile - but it was okay; it was all part of his show.

It was a dull Tuesday lunch period, and students were mulling around in the hallways. Chattering, giggling, and the squeak of speakers surrounded Eddie as he organised the small pile of dealing notes in his locker. He would have appreciated it if the notes were a little more polite than just having a name and a time messily scribbled. Wasn’t his humble drug service worth a “hi” or a fun doodle?

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie noticed the sandy, messy hair of Jonathan Byers. He had prominent dark circles under his eyes and appeared to be wasting away under his denim jacket. Poor dude already had a rough time in high school. That Harrington guy and his minions took a little too much pleasure in messing with him.

Jonathan hauled a fresh stack of missing posters out of his bag, along with a small box of pins and tape. “Have you seen me?” Those words stared at Eddie from the bulletin board near his locker. He’d seen the description of Will Byers everywhere, making sure to read each missing poster he saw in case new information was added.

“Hey, Byers?” Eddie voiced, shutting his locker quietly. “How many of those posters you got?”

Jonathan jumped at Eddie’s voice, flinching away slightly. Eddie couldn’t blame him. It was a standard reaction to the town’s pariah’s presence.

“Uh, my mom gave me thirty,” Jonathan mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Eddie had an intimidating gaze; he was almost too aware that his eyes were huge - Wayne always told him he needed to remember to blink more.

“Need help putting that many up?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow at the bulletin board. “Not really feeling the mental strain of History next period. So I got time.”

Jonathan’s stare was trained on Eddie’s beat-up sneakers. He was in shock, quite frankly. Why would Eddie Munson offer to help him? Hell, why was he offering to help full-stop?

“Um, no, it’s fine. Really.”

“No worries, man. I get it. Oh, but I meant to ask, though, are you guys doing a search tonight?” Eddie spoke as softly as he could. It was an almost jarring surprise for Jonathan - truth be told, he found Eddie sort of scary. “I know the woods like the back of my hand, so I wanna help out.”

The two boys finally made eye contact, and Eddie’s pure intentions were made clear. He wasn’t looking at Jonathan in jest or with pity. He looked hopeful. Jonathan hadn’t seen a lot of hope since Will disappeared.

“It’s just a citizen search tonight. But - but the help would be great.” The younger boy’s voice faltered ever so slightly, his hands' grip on the posters loosening. “You know much about the woods around Lover's Lake?”

“Know it? That’s my stompin’ grounds.” Eddie laughed. “Dude, I’ll be such a big help. My uncle’s got this huge camping torch too. He won’t mind me swiping it for a few nights.”

“A few- you’re gonna help more than once? Why?” Jonathan pressed. He couldn’t really believe the conversation he was having. Eddie didn’t care about anything or anybody, so why would he help look for Will? Jonathan prided himself on never judging people too harshly or without good reason. But maybe he had messed up when it came to Eddie. Listening to the hums and haws of Hawkins never was the best idea.

“Your little brother’s missing, Byers. He’s a kid. Course I’m gonna help,” Eddie gestured for Jonathan to come closer. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not actually a vessel of the damned.” He tried not to sigh when regurgitating one of the lines that the god squad of Hawkins liked to throw his way. Jonathan was still hesitant towards Eddie’s casual demeanour, rightfully so since they knew nothing about each other. But that hope was still present in Eddie’s eyes - it was optimistic, and lord knows, did the Byers family need some positivity in their lives right now.

Jonathan turned to fully look at Eddie - taking in his heavy leather jacket, his t-shirt that had some kind of shrunken-skinned zombie on it, and his long shaggy hair. The people of Hawkins tended to act like the metalhead was the second coming of Charles Manson - Manson was even a taunt he got fairly regularly - but Jonathan was beginning to see past that illusion. It only took a peak behind the mask to see that Eddie was a good guy. He really wanted to help out with the search for Will. Sheriff Hopper was going to flip his shit.

“We all meet at my house at eight. We have to have a register since Sheriff Hopper’s got to be there, but he won’t bother you.” Jonathan explained, noting Eddie’s alarmed expression at the mention of the cops. “He’s sorta scared of my mom right now. I promise he won’t say anything to you.”

“Thank christ. At least it’s him. He caught me setting off fireworks behind the trailer park last fourth of July but just yelled at me and marched me home. He said he liked my t-shirt, though. Weird guy.” The little anecdote made Jonathan laugh, it wasn’t more than a breath, but he laughed. It had been the first time in a long time. However, the image of Eddie being hounded and dragged back home by Hopper was too funny to let slide.

Jonathan gave Eddie the rest of the information about the search party - the Byers’ address, supplies that would be helpful to bring, and another reassurance that the police and other residents wouldn’t make any comments about him.

Before the two parted ways in the emptying hallway, Eddie swiped a few missing posters from Jonathan’s loosened grasp. “I’m gonna steal some tape from Miss O’Donnell and get these up ASAP. See ya later, Byers!” Eddie took off around the corner in a flash. He was heading in the direction of his history class; he wasn’t going to stay in there for more than five minutes.

Jonathan was left beside the bulletin board, down twelve missing posters and having recruited the most unlikely member of that evening’s search party.

The small group gathered outside the Byers' house made their dislike of Eddie’s presence all too clear from the second he turned onto the street. He had quietly walked up to the group in one of his uncle’s old high-vis vests from work and with his large camping torch. Eddie knew that his dramatics didn’t need to make an appearance while searching for a potentially dead kid. But the grimaces and dirty looks being shot his way had him itching to act out - whether it was in defence or defiance, he wasn’t sure which it would be.

The whispering was painfully obvious. Eddie knew that people probably thought he’d sacrificed Will Byers to the devil to pay for his guitar or something equally as demented. It took a monumental effort to avoid eye contact with everyone besides Jonathan. Honestly, Eddie hated that he had become the centre of attention when he should be the least important thing on anyone’s mind. It made him feel sick.

Sheriff Hopper was there like Jonathan had said. He nodded at Eddie while listening to a short brunette woman, likely Mrs Byers. The silent reassurance from the police sheriff was something Eddie never thought he would experience, but then again, the situation was far from normal. Hawkins had become far from normal.

Mrs Byers started approaching Eddie across her lawn as his gaze remained firmly trained on the browning, dry grass under his boots.

“Hi, you’re Wayne’s boy, Eddie, yeah?” Mrs Byers asked, her voice sounding a little hoarse and tired. The amount of stress the woman must have been under made Eddie feel even worse for drawing attention away from her youngest son. He’d even made a point of dressing in his plainest clothes, but unfortunately, they were all black.

“Hi, ma’am. Uh, yeah, that’s me.” Eddie mumbled, meeting the woman’s gaze but fidgeting with the heavy rings on his fingers. “I wanted to come lend you guys a hand with all -” Mrs Byers raised her hand and gave Eddie a warm but tight-lipped smile.

“Jonathan let me know you were coming along. Also, you can call me Joyce.” Joyce said gently, waving to other search party members who arrived. Before she could continue speaking, Eddie blurted out a thought that had been swirling around in his brain.

“I know me being here is a bother, but I’m only here to help.”

“Eddie, as I said, Jonathan told me everything. He said you helped put up the posters. You’re the first person outside of Will’s friends to do that for him.”

“He had like thirty of ‘em; can’t be fun having to put up that sort of stuff,” he grimaced at his words. No shit putting up missing posters for a twelve-year-old wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. “I mean, I know none of this is fun -“

“You don’t need to worry so much, I promise. You’re here to help, and that’s all that matters. Besides, I know you’re a good kid. You wouldn’t have shown up and stood here otherwise.” Joyce soothed. It was impressive how well she was holding up, all things considered. Maybe it was a “mom thing”? She saw a gangly teenager getting too much in their own head and had to intervene. Eddie couldn’t remember “mom things”, but Wayne tried his best to replicate them when needed.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the bashful smile on his face, “I’ve got a weirdly good lay of the land all around town. The woods are easy to get lost in, but there’s a good amount of places where a kid would be able to rest.”

“You can’t imagine how nice that is to hear.” Her big brown eyes were shining, possibly from blooming tears or a beat of relief.

She was right. Eddie couldn’t imagine it. But any comfort Eddie could provide was better than nothing. Since Will had disappeared, Eddie had seen Joyce and Jonathan around town much more. He had never seen people look so much like husks of humans. It was almost like seeing ghosts haunting the streets. How the entire town wasn’t standing outside of the Byers’ house was beyond him.

“If there’s an overhang or crevice in those woods, I’ll be able to sniff it out. Oh, yeah! My uncle wanted me to say that he’s gonna come help too - when his shifts get shuffled around anyway.”

Joyce didn’t say anything; she simply brought her tight-lipped smile back and squeezed Eddie’s forearm slightly.

The search party was quite small, so everyone was put into pairs for safety. Eddie had nearly clung to Jonathan when everyone was paired up and sent on their way. The area of ground that was being searched that night was the lake shore and the forest surrounding it. Everyone was silently praying that they weren’t going to find the pale, bloated body of Will Byers in the freezing water.

Eddie took the liberty of driving him and Jonathan to the area. It was the least he could do. The journey was silent. No talking, no music. He felt that the situation called for quiet. Eddie hated quiet; it made him restless and uncomfortable.

Once the van was parked, the two were off, marching through fallen leaves and solid mud. The somewhat comfortable silence between the teenagers continued for some time after that. The only noise from either of them was the occasional call for Will, which echoed off the towering, inky forest walls.

The harsh, bright beam from Eddie’s torch startled many squirrels trying to gather up their dinner - he shot them apologetic looks as he wandered by. Jonathan caught each of those looks and his mind continued to reel even more than it had been for the past week. Out of everyone in the entirety of Hawkins, one of the few people to actually make an effort to show was the most hated teenager within a ten-mile radius.

“Hey, um - your club at school, it’s not really a cult, is it?” Christ Jonathan was awkward at the best of times, but he was reaching new lows trying to think of small talk. Searching for Will was disturbing for him, but Will had always said he needed to put himself out there and make some friends. “Like it’s just an edgy name, right?”

Eddie was hit with a wave of shock from the line of questioning. “Uh, yeah. It’s just a name I thought sounded cool. No demon summoning or blood rituals. We just play D&D,” Eddie replied, kicking some crunchy leaves as they continued walking. “That’s Dungeons and Dra-”

“Will never shuts up about that game. It’s like his whole life lately.” Jonathan snorted. “Him and his friends camp out in the Wheeler’s basement and play it for, like, eight hours.”

“No way? You know what character he plays?” Eddie said in a curious tone. He tried to squash down his immediate excitement at being able to discuss a hobby that was so special to him.

“He plays a wizard, Will the Wise - might be a sorcerer, actually; I know the classes are a little different. He’s got a whole costume for when he leads their games - which is most of ‘em.” Talking about Will with fondness was cathartic for Jonathan. Everyone only wanted to talk about his little brother in the past tense - like he would never come back or was already dead. That wasn’t true. Will was going to get home soon, and his D&D costume would be waiting patiently in his closet.

Eddie’s eyes had filled with that bright hope once again, “He’s a magic user and the Dungeon Master!? Shit, this kid’s gotta be really good if he can balance all that!” The excitement couldn’t stay contained, no matter how hard Eddie tried. However, Jonathan appreciated the outburst of happiness. The constant sombre cloud that hung over his and his mom’s heads day in and day out was getting harder to deal with. Getting to be Will Byers’ biggest fan again was a good feeling. It was the first time Jonathan could feel himself cheering up, even a little bit.

“He’s crazy about it, man! All he wanted for Christmas this year was more of the books for it.” Jonathan enthused, his eyes still shifting around the illuminated forest for any movement. “I eavesdropped on one of their sessions a few weeks back, and it sounded so fun. Something about demons and gorgons following Vecna - not sure what that is, but Will made it sound like stuff straight out of a book.”

“Going for a Vecna storyline with a buncha twelve-year-olds? Fuck, your brother is a hardcore little guy.” Eddie grinned. He used to be the same when he ran campaigns back in Middle School. A Dungeon Master, as well as Edward, the half-elf bard that gave the most metal inspiration during battles. “You ever thought about trying your hand at it?”

Jonathan hesitated. “Thought about- uh, going to one of those open Hellfire things you guys do at the start of the year, actually,” he mumbled, starting to feel embarrassed. It was true. He had considered going to Hellfire once or twice to understand D&D better for Will’s sake. Any time he proofread Will’s campaign notes, he was lost on its details.

This conversation was strange, but a good type of strange. Jonathan had been dreading the night search, as he always did. However, having the company of a high-vis-clad metalhead was surprisingly nice. Jonathan knew not to entertain the idea of friendship; Eddie was two years older than him, after all. But the brief moments of comradery and compassion were rare in Hawkins.

“Huh. Well, we’re a “the more, the merrier” kinda crowd. So don’t be a stranger, Byers.” Eddie smiled, nudging Jonathan’s side with his elbow. “We meet after school on Fridays. Make sure to bring Will the Wise with you too. I wanna see this kid absolutely destroy everything I have planned.”

Will Byers was a lot more than a missing little boy. Eddie felt that when he met the kid, he would see a scary amount of himself. Jonathan and Eddie had silently agreed that Will couldn’t be dead. It just wasn’t a possible outcome to the chaos that spread across the town.

Jonathan and Eddie continued to chat about anything and everything - D&D specifics, music, school, and their hobbies. Both boys continued to be ever vigilant for even the smallest rustle of leaves or shift in their surroundings. Bright beams from their flashlights continued to scan the pitch-black forest - fading away into the depths of Hawkins.

It was almost like walking straight into hell, but at least they wouldn’t have to do it alone.

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Tags: @vigilanteshit @lunatictardis @chainsawmunson @mantorokk-writes

#eddie munson #jonathan byers #will byers #stranger things fanfiction #fluff #angst #fic #eddie munson fanfic #i did iiiiiittttttt #this kind of sucks a bit but I wanted it to be quite dialogue heavy #my writing

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 1 year

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Never Leave Me...

SUMMARY: Katsuki had a nightmare involving your death. How will you get him to cheer back up? WORD COUNT: 600+

WARNINGS: Nightmares, Katsuki getting scared, mentions of you dying (in a dream), Katsuki being clingy, Katsuki being somewhat suggestive at the end (but uh nothing happens, I swear-), you comforting Kacchan.

A/N: This is mostly because I had a nightmare that my (online) crushes died- and also stuff happened to them that may trigger some people- but like- two people died and that made me really sad (and I was crying when I woke up too) so uh- yeah- fun- (I blame watching JoJo last night-) A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

Katsuki froze slightly, eyes wide, disbelieving. What... He listened to the news, trembling slightly. A villain took revenge on you...? Why... This couldn't be happening. You couldn't be dead, right...? A small noise escaped him as he collapsed on the floor of his and your shared apartment. No... He shook his head slightly, even as a muffled whimper escaped him, whole body shaking now.

He hated this. He hated feeling so weak. Why did you have to die...? He bit his lip lightly, shaking. He felt gentle hands on his shoulder, shaking him, but he ignored it; Soon, his eyes fluttered open to meet your gentle ones.

You were... Anxious, to say the least. Why was Katsuki acting like this, so... Scared, almost? Did he have a bad dream?

You let out a soft gasp as his arms quickly wrapped around you, being pulled in to his chest. You relented, knowing that you weren't strong enough to pull yourself away unless he let you. "Katsuki... What's wrong?" You asked softly, moving to play with a bit of his hair to try to calm him down.

He instantly relaxed at your touch, a small murmur of contentment escaping him. At your words, however, he froze. "...It's nothing..." He mumbled softly, nuzzling in to you a bit.

"It's clearly not nothing. Katsuki, tell me what's wrong." You sighed a little, gently kissing his lips.

He let out a soft grumble as he leaned in to your kiss. "...Fine." He never could stop you from getting what you wanted. "You were the only one who could do this to him, really. "I... Had a bad dream. Nightmare, really."

"Well I can tell that." You let out a gentle laugh. "What happened in your nightmare?"

At your words, he slowly started trembling. "Well... Uh, you got k-killed by some stupid villain who wanted revenge... And, I- I just don't know what I'll do if something like that actually happens to you..." His voice cracked, nuzzling in to your shoulder as he started crying softly.

Your eyes softened ever so slightly as you watched him, gently rubbing his back. "Shh... It's okay, Katsu, I promise. You won't lose me. Remember, you made me take all those self-defense/fighting lessons. I'll be fine." You were touched to see how much he cared about you, and how he was literally crying at the thought of losing you. You had never seen this side of him... You'd seen him when he was being possessive, playful, loving, but never like this, almost broken inside with the pain.

The ash-blonde male looked at you with a shaky sigh. "I- I know that, but still..." He mumbled softly, moving to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "I just don't ever want to lose you. I love you..."

You blinked, surprise clear in your eyes. Yeah, you had always told him that you loved him, but this was the first time that he had actually said it. "I love you too." You smiled a little more, kissing him again as your hands ran through his hair. "Don't worry, Katsuki. I promise you don't have to worry about me dying. And anyways, you're such a good hero... I know you'll be able to save me, whatever happens."

Katsuki smiled a little. "Trying to make my ego higher?" He teased, nudging you gently.

"Mm, maybe... But, it's true, right?" You laughed a little, glad that he was over his bad mood.

He nodded a little with a soft hum, gently pushing you on to the bed and nuzzling in to your shoulder. "If you want, I can show you how much I love you..."

"Katsuki."

"Kidding, kidding."

#kazumiwrites #bakugo katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x gender neutral reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #clingy bakugo #clingy katsuki #mentions of death #comfort

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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byler Valentine’s Day: pre-relationship getting together, Will out to the party, Mike isnt and he’s still nervous about coming out even to Will but also especially to Will, partly bc he’s only partially even admitted it to himself, but he noticed Will seems a little more melancholy as Valentine’s Day approaches (cuz Yk, being gay in the 80s) so he decides he’s gonna cheer Will up on Valentine’s Day by hanging out with him all day and watching movies and planning DnD campaigns and going to the arcade, basically he ends up doing a sort of date without realizing it but also kind of realizing it, and Will thinks it’s sweet but is also woefully confused and a little sad.

…sorry I didn’t mean for that to get so long 😭 but perhaps you can turn this into something coherent bestie

alright, elli. so, i uh. i got a little carried away with this one. and by a little i mean... a lot. i got another prompt very similar to yours, so i combined the two and made a monster of a "ficlet" lol!

here's a snippet of the fic (yeah it's a wholeass fic now lol) which turned out to be a whopping 9.2k words! i figured it'd be best to just post it straight to ao3 lol.

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6: to make me break a smile

“Anyways,” Mike says, quick and rushed, “I, um… I’ve only got a few quarters left, so… what do you want to play? I figured we could go back to my house after this, ‘cause I, um… I’ve got something else planned for us!”

Much to Mike’s relief, the strained smile on Will’s face melts away into something a little more genuine, though still not quite a true Will smile. He still seems a bit off, which just sucks, and is definitely something Mike is going to have to fix.

“You really went all out for this, didn’t you?” Will says with a bit of a chuckle, and Mike grins.

“Maybe,” he says innocently. “I told you already. I’m on a mission to make you smile today.”

The softness in Will’s eyes return, and he ducks his head, as if embarrassed. A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, and that familiar, rosy pink tint spreads across his cheeks.

#andi's asks #byler #andi writes not dies #byler fic

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mitchtheficus · 2 years

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A Golden Lovers Timeline

PART 22: REACHING OUT

the lovers return to japan, have an 8-man tag against Suzuki Gun [LINK - April 29, 2018], Kenny returns to his DDT-era angelic babyface blond hair, and then it’s May and time for Dontaku

the first night (May 3, 2018) Kota faces Cody again in a singles match [LINK]

I feel like every time Cody has a match with the lovers there’s the obligatory “and Cody continues to be a Weirdo about this” part and uh it’s that time again!

[ID: Cody is kind of spooning Kota against the ropes and he leans over and kisses him on the cheek before letting him go. Kota seems disgusted. End ID]

In case you were wondering, yes he is still being Like That

[ID: gif of Cody looking down at Kota and announcing delightedly “oh he can’t satisfy.” End ID]

(Cody says the lovers do definitely fuck but like badly lol)

Throughout the match there’s a desperation in the way Kota fights, and that risk-taking ultimately leads to Cody’s victory

In the post-match we find out where that desperation was coming from: he wasn’t just trying to beat Cody for himself. Kota was hoping to put an end to the bullet club feud, and he failed

[ID: two pictures of a sad, sweaty, and defeated Kota saying: “This won't do anything to end the bullet club’s feud. Since i couldn't win this, i don't have a say in it.” End ID. LINK]

Kenny faces Hangman in singles competition for the first time that same night. [LINK]

the match is great. Kenny gets a cut on the top of his head, and as the match goes on, the blood seeps down and turns more and more of his hair red

[ID: gif of Kenny with blood seeped into the blond hair on the top of his head, he’s making a fight-y face, in the background women are laughing and clapping and looking at hangman who is on the ground. End ID]

(it’s kind of a Look tbh)

Kenny wins. Hangman hasn’t reached his full potential yet, but it’s coming (just not in this story).

Kenny is so sweet with the Japanese crowd now that he’s a face, apologizing for being too groggy to speak Japanese well after his victory, asking their permission to speak a little English, and promising he’ll do it all in Japanese next time [LINK]

The next night of Dontaku (LINK - May 4th) the lovers have another multi-man tag match, this time against Cody’s faction of the BC (which NJPW has deemed includes the bucks, tho they seem uncomfortable with this booking decision)

both of them, but especially Matt, are visibly distressed at the sight of Kota being hurt

[ID: gif of the bucks while cody and hangman attack Kota. Nick is talking to Hangman and he puts his arms out like “what the hell are you doing?”, Matt is leaning away from where Kota is being attacked, like he wants to get away from it, looking distressed and uncomfortable. End ID]

And when Page angrily tags in Matt while Kota is in the ring, Matt can’t even bring himself to try to hurt him

[ID: Matt looks down at Kota with pursed lips and tries to hype himself up into being able to fight him, then he gives up and backs into the ring corner, extending his hand for a teammate to tag him out, shaking his head. End ID]

They get into the ring later to try to talk to Kenny, and Kota is like “um can we do the fight thing that we’re here to do? This is a wrestling match?” and Nick is like “wth kota we’re basically brothers now!”

[ID: two gifs of the bucks and the lovers standing in the ring. based on body language, Kota seems to be suggesting to Kenny that they just fight the bucks and get on with the match, but Kenny seems reluctant. Nick opens his arms and looks at Kota like “what the hell, man?” and backs up a step when Kota gets close. End ID]

The bullet club guys are SO CUTELY SUPPORTIVE OF KOTA

[ID: gif of Kota kicking Cody so hard he falls down. Tanga Loa and Tama Tonga clap and cheer Kota on in the background. End ID]

that’s their guy!! i swear they like Kota more than Kenny

throughout the match there’s respect and camaraderie between the bucks and the OG BC guys and after the match, with Kenny and Cody out of the picture (off fighting each other somewhere), the rest of BC is able to reconcile

[ID: picture of kota watching from outside the ring as the BC guys all do a two sweet in the ring. End ID]

And now it’s time for my boy Kazuchika Okada to re-enter this story.

[ID: gif of Okada’s entrance. he’s wearing a huge colorful sparkly coat, a big sparkly necklace, the giant heavyweight belt around his waist. Okada bucks fall from the ceiling above him. His arms are out stretched as he looks up and then forward with a determined, confidant look. End ID]

The last time we saw Okada was nearly a year ago at Dominion 2017, where he and Kenny fought to a draw. He has held the IWGP Heavyweight title ever since that night. At Dontaku 2018, he wins his 12th consecutive title defense, breaking Tanahashi’s record for most successful IWGP Heavyweight title defenses in NJPW history

After his victory he lists off the opponents he’s faced and beaten one by one, and then he looks at the crowd

[ID: Okada, looking a little sweaty and tired after his match, looks up and out at the crowd and asks: “There is one draw, isn’t there?” End ID. LINK]

The one flaw in his perfect record. And he hasn’t forgotten that Kenny beat him during the G1, earning him a title shot that he hasn’t yet asked for.

[ID: Okada stands in the middle of the ring with his sparkly golden pants and his title around his waist and he yells into the mic: “KENNY OMEGA!” and turns to look at the entrance ramp. End ID]

And the crowd goes nuts

[ID: Kenny, blond and shirtless, walks down the entrance ramp, putting his arms out to touch the reaching hands of the fans. He keeps looking at where Okada is, his expression is wary and ready, but not excited. End ID]

Okada tells him that this time, there will be no draw, because this time there will be no time limit. Kenny asks for a 2 out of 3 falls match (a stipulation we almost never see in NJPW). Finally they will put to rest who is better.

Okada looks excited

[ID: gif of Okada looking at Kenny with a small, anticipatory smile. He says: “No time limit... two out of three falls...” End ID]

(Gedo not so much)

Kenny is kind of surprised by this turn of events.

[ID: picture of Kenny in the post-match. He’s smiling and saying: “Honestly, I’m surprised he chose me as his next challenger. Because I haven’t gone after titles in a while, and I’m with Ibushi now.” End ID. LINK]

For so long Kenny was focused on getting that title, defeating Okada, reaching new heights... but ever since reuniting with Kota, his inner life has been restructured. it’s not that he’s no longer ambitious, it’s that ambitious is no longer the only thing he is allowing himself to be.

so much of his past motivation to get titles was wrapped up in the way he was perpetually chasing Kota

“Ibushi has been there since the beginning of my career in Japan and we very quickly established a friendship with one another,” explained Omega. “For 10 years he was a friend, a rival, a partner, and yet always a distant figure I was struggling to catch.”

- SI article from March 23rd

but now, Kenny has found a bone-deep certainty and restfulness in their relationship. he’s kind of accepted that he’ll always have to struggle to keep up with Kota, that Kota may in fact always be better than him, but that doesn’t frighten him anymore.

“It’s a challenge to match his athleticism and to sync with his speed,” said Omega. “But much like a world class couple in ballroom dancing or figure skating, we almost have an empathic read on our bodies and can move in harmony. I may have already peaked as a singles wrestler, but Ibushi is more than capable of taking over as the ‘Best Bout Machine’. I’d possibly even say he’s the only one in the world capable. This time, I don’t mind taking a back seat.”

- SI article from March 23rd

he’ll repeatedly, casually tell us that regardless of actual wins and losses, Kota is better than him as a wrestler. but now that he isn’t carrying the fear of being abandoned due to his own inadequacies, now that he’s full of the certainty that he is loved for who he is as a person instead of only as a wrestler, he’s comfortable with that reality

truly he’s been enjoying just being with Kota so much that it hasn’t really occurred to him to start pursuing singles titles again. and you kind of get the sense that he doesn’t actually want to do it right now. like if he’d gotten a choice, this rematch with Okada wouldn’t be happening yet.

[ID: picture of Kenny in the post-match, he’s looking a little wishful and saying “But I can’t do anything about it, he chose me.” End ID]

the lovers take the rest of May off to rest and prepare for Dominion.

So after the disaster that was Supercard of Honor, after Kenny telling them that there “is no elite” the bucks tell everyone that they’re shutting down Being the Elite for real. Not kayfabe, for real (bc they’re wrestlers!! And they love to lie!!!)

And then May 6th they start it up again. And we see, over the course of several weeks, the bucks’ tentative reaching out to Kenny

the bucks have sent Kenny a package

[ID: Picture from BTE of the package. It has “URGENT! URGENT!” hand written on it and one of the bucks’ merch stickers. End ID. LINK]

[ID: picture from BTE of Matt looking down at the floor a little sadly. Nick says: “thing he opened it yet?” Matt says: “I think if he would’ve opened what we sent, I think he would’ve called us by now.” End ID. LINK]

Kenny starts carrying the package everywhere he goes, caught between his desire to open it and reunite with the bucks, and the desire to hang on to his anger

Kota is firmly on Team Open The Damn Package Already and gives him a little talk about the importance and power of forgiveness

[ID: four gifs of Kenny and Kota in Kota’s personal practice gym Kota says: “Kenny, after everything we went through, I forgave you and you forgave me, right?” Kenny says “Well yeah, that’s true.” And Kota gestures emphatically at the box and goes “So...” Kenny picks it up and looks at it. End ID. LINK]

A few days later (may 21st) Matt texts Kenny asking about the box [LINK] Kenny types out an apology for the delay, telling Matt he’ll open it and call him when he gets home, ending it with “I miss you guys…”

But he doesn’t send it. Matt even sees him typing :((((

[ID: picture of Matt’s phone with the message app open. Matt’s text reads “Hey have you opened the box I sent? It related to what we talked about in room 710. Please call me when you do.” and there are the three dots indicating that Kenny is typing. End ID. LINK]

He texts back later and tells Matt that he’ll contact him “after Dominion”

[ID: picture of Nick and Matt in the car. The angle is off because they “don’t know they’re filming.” Nick says: “After dominion huh? So he doesn’t want us ringside obviously? I mean to be fair the last time we went to the ring…” End ID. LINK]

It’ll be the first Okada match that the bucks won’t be at ringside for

[ID: four gifs from Kenny’s first Okada match at WK11. in the first the bucks hug Kenny before his entrance, telling him good luck and that he’ll kill it and that they love him. In the second Kenny has just done his golden triangle moonsault over the guardrail and Matt grabs him and presses their foreheads together asking if Kenny is okay, telling him he’s crazy and that he can win. Nick is there too telling Kenny he loves him. In the third Kenny has lost and is down on all fours outside the ring. the bucks are beside him looking grim and pressing ice to his back. In the last Kenny walks down a hallway and says: “bucks, you with me?” Nick answers: “yep.” Kenny: “oh thank god.” Nick: “Always with you.” End ID.]

[ID: three gifs from the second Okada match at Dominion 2017. in the first the bucks flank Kenny on either side during his entrance. in the second, the bucks stop Kenny and the rest of the BC from interfering in the match while Cody and Tama yell “LOOK AT HIM!” and Nick yells back “HES GOT THIS!” In the last, the bucks help Kenny walk out after his loss. End ID]

[ID: one gif from the third Okada match during the G1. Nick has Kenny in his lap and he yells and fist pumps the air, celebrating Kenny’s victory before reaching down to hold Kenny to him. End ID]

But you can tell that Kenny’s anger and hurt feelings are melting in the face of the bucks’ gentle, earnest persistence, helped along by Kota’s prodding. Kenny sends a vlog for the BTE show, his first in a while. it’s a little promo for Okada

the bucks continue dutifully plugging and promoting Kenny’s dominion match along with their own (their first shot at heavyweight tag team titles) and they say they’ll be there for him in the back, offering their support if he wants it

[ID: two pictures of the bucks in a car. Matt says: “Kenny and Okada Part Four. We were there for all three.” Nick says: “Yeah, it’s hard for us because we’ll probably not be there ringside.” Matt says: “But here’s the thing, we offer our support to Kenny, and we’ll be in the back. And he can have our support, you know, if he wants it.” Nick: “Yeah.” Matt: “But we’ll be watching.” LINK]

And at the end of the last BTE ep before dominion we see Kenny reflecting on the Elite’s time together, their love for each other, their importance to him. And finally, he opens the package.

[ID: picture of Kenny opening the package. The viewer can’t see what’s inside. End ID. LINK]

[ALL PARTS] [PART 23]

#goldenloverstimeline #golden lovers #kenny omega #kota ibushi #the young bucks #matt jackson #nick jackson #cody rhodes #the way as soon as matt has forgiven kenny he literally CANNOT BRING HIMSELF to hurt kota and can barely stand to see others do it :((((#the GL stuff in this made me soft :((((( the way Kenny becomes so Certain in his love for Kota and Kota's love for him #mestuff #myGLgifs #myomegagifs #mykotagifs #myyoungbucksgifs #mycodygifs

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Get to know my OC!

*trumpets* @tea-and-mercury

Gently Tagging: @cabbojage @rickie-the-storyteller @palebdot @wubsbian @anonymousfoz and open tag

Also I copy pasted the questions only at the bottom of the post so it will be easier for you guys, you won't have to filter out the questions from all the shit I wrote.

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I walk on to the stage. Loud clapping ensues.

Me bowing down: Thankyou! Thankyou!

I sit down on a couch and take a thoughtful position.

Me: Everyday, especially Mondays, I wake up and think "School is fucking horrible" but then I remember that Havenpoint Academy is worse. So here I am with my favourite delinquent from Havenpoint to make me feel slightly better about my own life. Can I hear a cheer for AIDENE RAYNERS!

Aidene runs onto the stage. Everybody screams loudly. Aidene takes the seat in front of me.

Me: How are you doing today Rayners?

Aidene: Well...I tried not to punch somebody but he was too fucking annoying so I ended up kicking him in the stomach. Then he pulled my hair and then my friend attacked him. It was an all out brawl in the school hallway. It felt real good seeing him get hit so many times. So In short I am doing relatively fine.

Me: Damn! Let's not waste any time and get to the questions shall we?

Aidene: Go ahead love.

Me: Are you named after anyone?

Aidene: Naaaah....my name is so fucking unique that typing the words 'Aidene name meaning' on google will show 'Did you mean: Maiden name meaning.

Me: When was the last time you cried?

Aidene: The last day of my old school. It wasn't exactly sad crying though. Don't miss anybody over there.

Me: Do you have kids?

Aidene: Darling...I am still a virgin and a minor by law.

Me: Do you use sarcasm?

Aidene: Not really, that is more of Anne's and Penelope's thing.

Me: What's the first thing you notice about people?

Aidene: Are they rich or not?

Me: What's your eye colour?

Aidene: A deep brown that looks like honey under the summer sun and silver pools of starlight at night. That's how Anne describes it sometimes.

Me: Any special talents?

Aidene: Uh...I can be very very very annoying.

Me: Scary movies or happy endings?

Aidene: I have an over active imagination. I watched 'Lights out' and I felt like somebody was following me whenever I went into some place mildly dark. I couldn't sleep for the next week. So happy endings please.

Me nervously: Where were you born?

Aiden looking at me judgingly: In my mother's womb.

Me: What are your hobbies?

Aidene: I play both acoustic and electric guitar and sing occasionally. I tried my hand at art but it wasn't pretty enough for people. Also *cough* stealing *cough* and *cough* lockpicking *cough**cough*

Me: Do you have any pets?

Aidene: No but this crow comes by my window everyday. I give him food. In return he brings me little trinkets. I named him Corvy.

Me: What sports do you play/have played?

Aidene: I am a pretty decent swimmer and I am really good at running. I have won a couple ice skating competitions too.

Me: How tall are you?

Aidene lay down on the couch diva style and sighs deeply: Woe is me. I am only 5'4 but at least I am not as short as Valentina. She is only 5'2.

Me: Favourite subject at school?

Aidene: I like watching the art students paint from the window while skipping computers. So I like computers.

Me: Dream job?

Aidene: I really don't know....I like mythology so something related to that maybe. Or a musician, that would be cool.

Me: Well that is all we have for today and Aidene I believe you have a trapdoor to open. So until next time....so long farewell and don't die.

Curtains drop.

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THE QUESTIONS:

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm?

What's the first thing you notice about people?

What's your eye colour?

Any special talents?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Where were you born?

What are your hobbies?

Do you have any pets?

What sports do you play/have played?

How tall are you?

Favourite subject at school?

Dream job?

#Havenpoint #tag game

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