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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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perv mysterion x perv fem reader? i’m in need for some juicy stuff like this with kenny

Superhuman Lovers

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! NSFW content and strong language!! I'm so sorry for lack of content last night guys, I promise I'll try and get some more stuff out today 🥰

The night air was cold, and you could feel the goosebumps on your skin, a shiver down your spine. Either something bad was going to happen, or you seriously needed to put more clothes on.

That was when you heard a light thud from behind you, turning to see what had made such a noise, especially on top of a roof in the early hours of the morning.

That's when you saw him, Mysterion. You had been involved with Professor Chaos and were the only female in his team, but you had an upper hand, no guy would want to hurt a woman, so you found yourself rarely injured in battle.

Before you could open your mouth to talk, you felt a hand wrapping around your throat, pushing you backwards to the ground, a weight now sat on top of you.

"We need to stop meeting like this, baby." Mysterion spoke, a smirk planted firmly on his face. You knew his identity, the only person who ever chatted you up like that was Kenny, and although you were on opposing teams, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

Kenny was good looking, and he knew it. And deep down, he had been suppressing feelings for you for what had felt like forever, but you were sworn enemies, and what kind of hero would he be if he slept with the enemy!

"You found me, Mysterion. What's wrong, your underpants getting too tight around me?" You flirted, you and Kenny were friends, and extremely similar in a lot of ways, including having a dirty mind. You could both work each other up to no end, but had never been alone long enough to test the waters fully.

"And so what if they were? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Mysterion spoke, your faces mere inches from each other, you flashed him a grin, before speaking again.

"I wouldn't mind it. Besides, it looks like you're the one getting flustered under that mask." You retorted, making Mysterion scoff to himself.

"Me, get flustered by Chaos scum like you, I think you're just dreaming again, pretty." Kenny spoke, his teeth catching his lower lip.

"And who said I was interested in someone from Freedom Pals, as if I'd betray Professor Chaos like that." You replied and Kenny's eyes were dark, cunning. You knew he was up to something.

"One night with me, baby and you'd be begging us to let your ass join." Kenny spoke, having you still pinned to the ground, his eyes scanning you up and down, lifting his knee to between your legs, pressing against you, a smirk on his face, as he let your arms go, bringing his face closer, so he whispered into your ear.

"By the time I'm done with you this whole part of town will know who you're loyal to, I'll make you scream my name." Kenny whispered into your ear, and you could feel your panties begin to dampen, your cheeks flush beneath your costume, and your breath hitched as Kenny attached his mouth to your neck, biting down and sucking your sweet spot, a light gasp leaving your parted lips.

"And what make you think I want you, Mysterion?" You spoke, the skirt of your costume high up your thighs, thanks to Kenny's leg, and your top pulled down a bit more than usual, showing off some cleavage, as if you knew he was coming for you tonight.

Kenny's knee pressed harder against you, a smirk on his face and a low, breathy chuckle emanating from him, his lips still against your neck and working their way down your chest, closer and closer to your breasts.

"I think your reactions are telling me otherwise, or are you just a slut like this for anyone, hm?" Kenny pressed further.

"And how eager you are tells me you're just as worked up as I am, Mysterion. Don't try and be coy." And just as those words had left your mouth, Kenny replied.

"We never speak of this to anyone." Kenny warned, before pressing his lips to yours, and you kissed him back. This was wrong, you two were supposed to be rivals, sworn enemies, yet here you both were, melting against each others touches, like a modern day Romeo and Juliet.

Kenny kept you pinned beneath him, enjoying his control over you, he couldn't roam his hands quick enough, he wanted to feel every little bit of your body, ravish you like he'd wanted to for a long time, and finally he was getting his way, and he would make sure this was a night neither of you could ever forget.

The kiss was passionate, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and you finally gave in to the man above you, allowing yourself to submit to him.

"M-Mysterion." You breathed as the kiss began broken, both of you gasping for air, and Kenny knew you were under his spell, pressing kisses down your chest, as he slowly began to unclasp your corset, his lips between your breasts already, before his gaze met your own, his piercing blue eyes giving you butterflies in your stomach.

"I've wanted to touch you this way for a long time, y/n. Wearing such a seductive outfit, it's like you did this on purpose, do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking of you?" Kenny spoke, his mouth grazing over your erect nipple, a gasp escaping your swollen lips, and Kenny felt his head spin. He'd wanted this for so long, and by god was he going to enjoy this.

"I've wanted this for a long time too, Kenny. I always knew you had a thing for me." You spoke, a smirk on your face. Kenny had made short work of your corset, and he started taking his own costume off, his blonde, messy hair springing free from the constricting costume he wore.

He was ethereal, the dull orange street lamps creating enough light for you both to see each other clearly, and Kenny's eyes never left you for a second, apart from when he pulled his top over his head, leaving him full undressed apart from his trousers.

That was when you heard it, the shouting of your team mates and Kenny's. A battle had begun, and you both knew you should go and fight for your respective teams, and help your friends, but the enemies embrace clouded your mind, and all you could think of was Mysterion, hovering above you, completely shirtless and sucking hickeys on your breasts.

"Ken, they're fighting." You whispered, and Kenny hummed to himself, pulling away from your breast and leaving a dark purple bruise where his mouth once was.

"Let them fight, I'm busy making the enemy submit to me." Kenny replied, pulling your skirt from your body in one quick motion, leaving you in nothing but your panties, your face flushed.

Mysterion smirked, moving closer to you, taking his own trousers off as he moved closer to you, and you were motionless as you lay where you had been on the roof of the building below you both.

Kenny was such a tease, he was pressing wet kisses up your inner thigh, biting your soft skin and leaving bruises where he saw fit, but you were growing impatient, you wanted him, and you wanted him now!

"Typical Freedom Pal, all talk and no action." You spoke, a smirk on your face, before feeling Kenny's hands grip the waist band of your panties, he didn't just pull them down, in fact he tore them into two pieces and threw them over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

"That enough action for you, baby?" He questioned, not letting you speak before he licked a long stripe along your pussy, widening your lips with his hands to circle your clit perfectly with his skilful tongue. And you couldn't believe the pleasure already, how wet you really were, and now long you'd been waiting for this to happen.

"K-Kenny." You let out, feeling him smirk against your cunt, he skilfully inserted two fingers into your tight hole, and god you felt electric, your back arched against the cold roof tiles, a long moan leaving your parted lips.

"Feels good to be fucked by the enemy, huh?" Kenny spoke, curling his fingers as he thrust them in and out of you, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"F-Fuck... need more." You moaned out, eyes screwed shut, legs spread wide and Kenny's fingers buried inside you, teasing you to no end.

"Need more what, baby girl? Use your words." Mysterion spoke, a smirk still planted on his face, his lips coming to meet yours, both of you getting lost within each other, and as Kenny trailed his lips down to your neck, pressing rough kisses, you spoke.

"I-I need you inside me, Kenny. Please?" You begged, your hands tangled in his messy blonde hair, tugging gently on the ends and earning a grunt from Kenny.

It was your turn to tease, pulling his cock free from his boxers, and pumping his erecting shaft a few times, a smirk on your face as you did.

"Oh baby, I'll be inside you soon, but first..." He trailed off, eyes sultry as he stood above you, and you knew what he was alluding to.

"Suck." He ordered, and who were you to argue in such a vulnerable state? His boxers were off completely now, and you balanced on your knees, taking his cock back into your hands, licking a bead of pre cum off his sensitive tip before taking him fully into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks to create suction, and bobbing your head at a steady pace. You gazed up at Kenny, who had one of his hands tangled in your hair, your eyes were dripping with innocence as your picked up your pace slightly, causing low groans and moans escaping his lips.

Kenny liked the fact that you wore your hair up in a pony tail, and he gripped it tightly, tugging your head backwards, his cock slipping out of your mouth, gazing up at him, saliva running down your chin, your eyes watering.

"Look at that, how would Chaos feel, knowing you're sucking the cock off one of his biggest rivals, hmm? But you don't care, you're desperate for me, aren't you?" Kenny spoke, his tone low and his voice husky, and god you needed him more than ever before.

"Get on all fours, I'm gonna fuck you like a slut." Kenny ordered, and you did as you were told, fully submitting to your enemy.

Kenny hummed to himself, eyeing up your ass that was in the air, begging for him to slap it, so he did, several times, earning nothing but strangled moans from you.

And before you had any time to react he slid his cock into your wet cunt, throwing your head back and moaning as he started a fast pace from the start.

"Fuck, M-Mysterion!" You moaned out, which Kenny seemed to like just as much as hearing his own name, slapping your ass again, before gripping your hips with both hands, slamming himself into you deeper.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight for me." Kenny grunted, his chest resting on your back, as he gripped your hair, pulling your face up to his, and you turned to look at him as best as you could.

"I'm gonna cum deep inside you, and then you're mine. You understand?" He whispered, his pace never faltering once, and god you were in heaven. Kenny was big, but he also knew what to do with his dick, and not a lot of guys did.

"Fuck, Ken, I'm getting close already." You moaned out for him, and he delivered another sharp slap to your ass cheek, making you gasp, more moans spilling from your lips.

"Yeah? Gonna cum round my cock?" Kenny groaned, his pace quickening as he neared his own release.

"Cum for me, slut. Let this whole town know who fucked you this good." He spoke, and you couldn't hold it back any longer, you came round his cock, your cunt pulsating round Kenny's length as he kept up his brutal pace.

"Kenny! Fuck, oh my god! Yes yes yes!" You moaned loudly, as Kenny's thrusts started to become sloppy, his eyes shut as he slammed himself deeply into you.

"Fuck, y/n, you're mine, you're fucking mine, shit!" Kenny moaned out as his cock shot ropes of cum deep inside you, both of your moans filling the night sky, and you could no longer hear any fighting from your teammates, not that either of you cared.

Kenny was still inside you, hunched over your back, both your bodies sweaty in the freezing cold, and he slowly got off you, pulling out his cock and smirking to himself as he watched his cum spill out of your used hole.

It took you a while to get your clothes back on, blushing when you realised you had no panties, because Kenny had torn them to shreds.

You turned to look at him, and he was dressed in his costume once more, holding out his arms to embrace you, and you gladly accepted, hugging him back, your head pressed to his chest.

"I've really liked you for a long time, but we're gonna have to keep this quiet, if that's okay with you?" Kenny asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your head, a complete attitude change to what you were used to.

"I'd love that, Ken. I've always liked you." You replied, both of you blushing, before Kenny spoke once more.

"Come on, I'll take you home. Maybe we can go for round 2 at your place?" He flirted, and you shoved his shoulder playfully.

"You should be so lucky, question mark boy." You replied as Kenny lifted you on to his back, a smirk on his face.

"Weren't calling me that five minutes ago."

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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Can you please make an Kenny Omega X Fem y/n story fluff

Reader had an hard/tough week at work and no off day to recharge and he's makin sure that she feels loved and that he's always there for her?!

Mondays

Kenny Omega X FemReader

Kenny Omega Masterlist Main Masterlist (Word count 1.1K)

I didn’t hear Y/n come in last night. I didn’t even know she took a red-eye home after revolution. I woke up this morning to find Y/n lying next to me. In a peaceful slumber, catching up on much-needed rest. As much as I was happy that she was home I couldn't imagine how tired she was. I knew more than anyone how hard Y/n had been working to ensure the upcoming PPV would be perfect. I had grown so used to traveling with my wife over the years that it was weird not having her at home with me. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t able to wrestle, I missed traveling from town to town and watching from a backstage monitor all the young talent in AEW. Y/n hadn’t been home in two weeks, I knew she must be exhausted. That is why I wanted to plan a little something something for the 72 hrs Y/n would be home. I decided I would make breakfast in bed, surprise her with a spa day and even go out to dinner.

“Good morning beautiful,” I said to my wife as she walked down the stairs tiredly. “Morning” “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed” “Aw, that’s so sweet” “Well since you’re up why don’t you sit down and we can have breakfast?” I poured Y/n some coffee and layed out the variety of goods I prepared for her. The two of us sat in a comfortable silence for a while until Y/n broke the silence. “What did you think of the show?” She asked “I thought it was good. I can’t believe they had Sting lose his retirement match to the Bucks. I wasn’t expecting Flair to cost Sting the match either” “Yeah, that was not my decision. In my eyes that creates a rivalry between Sting and Flair that doesn’t need to be there. As long as I live I will not let Ric Flair wrestle in an AEW ring. I don’t want to be held accountable for that trainwreck. Plus, Sting is retired now. We did all of that hard work for him to have a good send-off. Why would he retire for five minutes just to come back and wrestle Flair? It doesn’t make sense!”

“Sounds like you have a lot on your plate”

“You have no idea. Like, I thought I would be okay not wrestling anymore Ken. I thought being a Vice President would be fine, writing storylines and doing all that Jazz was fine. But- I don’t think I can take it anymore. I’m going insane! Why do we keep signing talent left right and center when we have SO much talent we don’t use. If you want new talent, fine, but release some people then. I know how hard that is but it has to be done. It’s not personal It’s business. It’s like we can never win. People bitch and complain about using the same talent every week but when we use different people they complain they don’t get to see their favs. If we sign someone great! Then people complain we have too many wrestlers, then it crates a rift and everyone gets fucked. Like Jay White for example. Remember how HARD I had to work to get him signed, You and I had to do so much for that to happen. He is an amazing wrestler who deserves to be doing so much more than what he is doing now. He was supposed to be the new Champion after MJF who by the way should have NEVER broken your record for the longest reign, But then of course no one likes to listen to Y/n anymore and that never happened. If you wanted MJF to win, fine but why randomly drop the title to Samoa Joe, I know Max is injured but that is why I said to drop the title to Jay! Now everything is fucked and everyone is complaining and I don’t know what to do because all my ideas aren’t being used and everyone is pissed off!”

I didn’t say anything, I just sat in peace across the table listening carefully as Y/n got everything off her chest. She needed this.

“Don’t get me wrong I like Bullet Club Gold but did Jay really leave NJPW and Bullet Club just to be back in this new version of Bullet Club? The Bang Bang Scissor gang is absolutely ridiculous. He should be a world champion not in this super faction. I just can’t Kenny! At every press conference, I get asked when I will make my return and when I will wrestle again. They know I won’t wrestle again and it makes me feel like I’m disappointing everyone.” I saw the tears start to form and then fall during that last sentence, god how I hated people.

“Y/n you're not disappointing anyone. You don’t owe it to anyone to go back to wrestling. They need to learn to let it go, your mental and physical health is more important.” I told Y/n as I went over to comfort her. “How about we move somewhere more comfortable?” I asked. The two of us moved to the living room, continuing our conversation as I held Y/n in my arms.

“I’m really sorry you have to deal with this baby, I wish I could help.” I told her sincerely. “It’s not your fault. I’m just under a lot of stress right now. I just really missed you, It’s been hard without you.” I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I knew none of this was my fault but I wished I was able to be there with Y/n so she didn't have to go through this alone. She flew in at 4am just so she could get a day at home before the next show.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I can book a spa day. A nice massage is always good!” I hated seeing her like this, poor thing looked so tired.

“No, I just want to stay here. Can you just hold me? Can we spend the day cuddling in bed, eating chocolate?” Y/n asked, her face buried in my chest

“Whatever you want my love,” I told her “Maybe later you can give me a massage?” “Of course baby. I love you, so very much Y/n” “I love you too Kenny” "I'm always going to be here for you. I'm just one text, one phone call, one plane trip away. If you ever need me I'll be there"

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Center Ice

Summary: Jack is hit badly during a game and loses consciousness. When he wakes up, he finds himself in an unfamiliar hockey rink together with another player. That player is Jack, from the future.

Notes: Hello hello hello and welcome to this fic! Now that the creators have been revealed by @omgauplease, I can finally post it here as well! Thank you for hosting this fun fest.

I am very excited about AU Please! and I loved this anonymous prompt. I hope the original prompter enjoys.

AO3

Jack’s always felt at home on the ice. It’s the one place where he belongs. He skates around with the puck and all he can do is focus on the game. He knows Kenny is somewhere behind him, waiting for Jack to pass. They’ve perfected their plays. Jack’s made sure of that.

He has his eyes on the puck. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Kenny approaching.

But if there’s one downside of laser focus and getting lost in a play, it’s that there isn’t much room for things to go differently.

“Zimms-”

He hears Kenny before he feels the hit. His body hits the glass and fans of the opposite team roar. This isn’t new. Jack’s life has consisted of hockey ever since he was a baby. He knows how to take a check, but this one is different. He slides down the glass and he closes his eyes.

He needs to get up.

But instead, everything goes dark.

When Jack opens his eyes, he is alone. The stands are empty. There are no other players on the ice or on the bench.

Did they just leave him here?

He shakes his head. That can’t be right. Sometimes Jack has the feeling that everyone apart from Kenny secretly hates him, but no one would leave an injured player behind. He takes off his helmet and he gets up, which is surprisingly easy. It was a tough hit, so it shouldn’t be this easy.

Once he’s up, he takes in his surroundings and he realises that this is a different rink. The letters on the boards read Samwell and there is a huge S at center ice. This makes no sense.

Where is everyone? Where is he?

“Oh.”

Jack turns around. He’s not alone after all. There’s another player wearing a deep blue jersey and helmet. The beam of sunlight reflects on his visor, so Jack cannot see the player’s face. He tries to get a better look by squinting, but it isn’t working.

The other player holding a hockey stick with pride tape taped around it, and Jack tries to suppress the feeling in his chest, but he can’t help but feel a tinge of hope when he sees it. The player uses his other gloved hand to take off his helmet and when Jack sees the player’s face.

He’s staring at himself.

The other Jack’s hair is shorter and he has a beard, but it’s unmistakingly Jack.

Jack backs away and he hits the glass.

« Who are you? » he asks, even though he knows the answer. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be speaking Quebecois.

The Other Jack looks equally confused, but after a few seconds of staring at each other, calmness passes over Other Jack’s face.

« Ah. I see » Other Jack says, and it’s weird to hear Jack’s own voice coming from someone else. Or is this even someone else?

« Who are you? » Jack repeats.

« I know this might sound strange, but I am you. You, from the future. »

Jack shakes his head. He must’ve been hit very badly. Why else is he hallucinating another version of himself?

Other Jack skates around the rink with a smile on his face.

« It makes sense that we meet here. » he says while he skates.

« Do you know where we are? » Jack asks. A part of him wants to ignore this Other Jack, but he also wants answers. Besides, this probably isn’t real.

This isn’t real.

Jack feels like he can breathe again.

This isn’t real.

He has nothing to worry about.

It’s comforting to know, because if it were real, then Jack would have to deal with that. Jack is still a bit wary of this Other Jack that he created with his mind, but hopefully he’ll come to his senses and he can go back to playing hockey.

« Were you hit? » the Other Jack asks instead of answering, « I got hit during a match in late 2007 when I was in the QMJL. I don’t remember much of it, but I guess I now know why. No worries, you’ll be fine. »

Jack realises that Other Jack is talking about the hit that has led to this hallucination. It makes sense that it gets brought up. The hit is the reason Jack is making this all up.

« Yes. It wasn’t nice. » Jack responds. He skates after Other Jack. « Why does it make sense that we meet here? »

« This is Faber Memorial Rink at Samwell University, our mother’s alma matter. »

Jack remembers Samwell. He’s never been there, but his mother has talked a lot about her time here. He wonders how his subconscious has recreated a place he’s never been to.

« Okay? »

Other Jack has a smile on his face. He looks wistful when he skates around, as if he’s reminded of something.

« This is a middle point » Other Jack says, « Samwell is a middle point between the QMJL and the NHL. I’m not on Falconers’ ice anymore, you’re not on juniors’ ice. This is center ice, in a way. It makes sense. »

« It doesn’t. Not really. »

Other Jack stops suddenly and Jack almost crashes into him. He looks at Jack with an easy smile. It is weird to see. Jack can’t remember the last time he looked so relaxed. Every photo of himself shows him with a tense face, or an empty one. On some days, Jack prefers to take some extra pills just to stay calm. An empty feeling is better than a tense one.

« I don’t know the rules for this » Other Jack laughs awkwardly, « I don’t know what I can tell you. »

Jack shrugs.

« If it makes you feel better… this isn’t real. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. »

Other Jack’s eyes widen slightly.

« That is a terrible way to think. »

Jack shrugs again, but he relents.

« Fine. Hockey matters. Hockey is all that matters. »

Other Jack smiles again, but this time it’s a sad smile.

« You really believe so, don’t you? » he asks.

Jack tenses up and he crosses his arms. He doesn’t feel like defending himself. Hockey is all that matters. That’s how it has always been and Jack’s tired of people questioning his love for the sport. Even other players are sometimes put off by Jack’s devotion. Sure, Jack declines invitations to go out so that he can come up with plays or so that he can watch tapes. And yes, whatever he has going on with Kenny is fun, but they both know that hockey comes first. That’s probably why Kenny is his best friend, since he gets it.

« If you really are me, then you’d understand. »

« I did. » Other Jack says. The past tense doesn’t go unnoticed. Other Jack lets out another awkward laugh and he gestures towards Jack. « Oh, look at you. I know you feel offended. I was you once, so no need to explain. I know hockey is everything to you, because it used to be everything to me. »

It’s a small admission. The Other Jack, the future version of himself, just told Jack that he will no longer care to the same extent. The thought horrifies him.

« But you still play. » Jack points out and he nods toward Other Jack’s attire. Jack doesn’t recognise the team, but Other Jack did mention the NHL. Everyone knows that Jack’s going to get drafted next year, when he’s eighteen, so Jack isn’t surprised to find a future version of himself playing in the NHL. But then why does this future version of himself look at him with, well…

Jack’s never been good at reading other people’s emotions, but he knows himself, and he recognises Other Jack’s pity.

« I will play as long as I can » Other Jack says. Finally, this version of himself says something useful. « I am 27. I hope to reach 53. »

« So I can beat Howe. » Jack adds. He knows what Other Jack means. « Technically, I need to reach 52 and 12 days to beat him, but 53 sounds better. Well, you’ve already played in the NHL for 9 years. 26 years to go and you’ve played as much as him! Well, he did take a small break for two years, so technically you need 24 more year. »

Of course Jack knows all of this by heart. He’s memorised all of the best players’ seasons.

Other Jack has another awkward smile on his face. Jack never knew it looked so weird on him.

« I, uh, started two years ago. If I want to beat Howe’s entire playtime, I need a bit more time. »

« You… what? »

Other Jack looks away and he avoid Jack’s stormy gaze. What does Other Jack mean? Does this mean that Jack’s NHL career starts at 25 instead of next year? The thought of that alone makes Jack feel uneasy and he clenches and unclenches his fists. He closes his eyes, because suddenly everything feels too much. He can feel the anxiety rise, which is weird, because Jack knows he took an extra dose before the game so he shouldn’t feel this way. Do the effects of his pills wear off in this hallucination?

Wait, he tells himself, This isn’t real.

This isn’t real.

This isn’t-

He feels a hand on his shoulder. Jack jerks away, almost slipping. He’s still on the ice, after all. The Other Jack catches him.

« Woah there! » Other Jack looks alarmed, « Sorry. I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, I forgot I used- Are you okay? Maybe we should get off the ice and sit somewhere. »

This isn’t real.

Other Jack guides Jack to the penalty box, since that is the closest by.

« You want some water? » Other Jack asks, and he sounds so worried, it almost makes Jack laugh. No one ever worries over him like this.

And Jack is fine. He is fine, usually. He has hockey, he has pills, and sometimes a drink. All is fine. These anxious moments rarely happen anymore.

« Where does a hallucination get water from? »

« I know this rink like the back of my hand.»

Other Jack doesn’t correct the hallucination thing, and Jack feels like something heavy has been lifted from his chest.

« I’m fine. You’re not real. »

« So you keep saying. »

« So whatever you say, it won’t mean anything. »

« If that’s what you want to believe to stay sane, sure. »

Jack frowns. Other Jack isn’t wrong. It’s indeed the thing that keeps him calm, but Other Jack didn’t have to say it like that.

« Then I can ask you anything I want about your life, and I can ignore it if I want to. »

« … I guess. Does my life really sound so terrible to you? »

« Yes! »

Other Jack looks away for a small second. The pity is back and Jack hates it.

« Why? » Other Jack challenges him.

« Because hockey! If you were real, which you’re not, are you telling me that I don’t get drafted next year? »

Other Jack nods and Jack really has to focus on the fact that this is a hallucination. Maybe the hit shook his brain and now his subconscious wants to torture him by presenting him with this bad future.

It feels so real, though. Which is ridiculous.

« Then, what am I going to do instead? » Jack asks, acting as if this future is going to happen. He’d still like to know how this Other Jack ended up in the NHL if he only started 2 years ago.

« I, uh… Well… » Other Jack trails off. He tries to talk several times, but nothing comes out, as if Other Jack knows Jack won’t be happy to hear it.

« It’s fine. This isn’t real. You’re not real. »

« And so you believe. »

« You can tell me. It won’t matter. »

Other Jack looks down and he closes his eyes. Jack knows that move. Jack also closes his eyes when he wants to shut out the world.

« You go to rehab. »

Jack jumps off the bench in shock.

« Rehab? »

« You have a drug problem. You are addicted to pills. You overdose the day before the draft. »

« I don’t have a problem. » Jack bites back. In the back of his head he keeps reminding himself that this is bullshit, but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy thing to hear.

« Yes you do. And it almost cost you everything. If Kent hadn’t found you that day… » Other Jack trails off.

Kent.

That’s a thing Jack understands.

Kent is still there.

But the rehab thing weighs heavily. He tries to remind himself that this isn’t real, but it is hard. The Other Jack notices, and he tells him to breathe. For something that supposedly isn’t real, the panic does feel real. The panic is the reason he is on medication. He needs it.

He’s never considered that too much might be dangerous.

Other Jack is still sat on the bench. He must realise that Jack doesn’t want to be touched, but he’s still there to comfort him, which is admittedly nice. No one has ever been here for him like this, except maybe Kenny, but Jack mostly tries to stay away from him when he feels like this. He doesn’t need Kenny to know that he’s weak.

Jack has one more question that’s on his mind. He’s almost too afraid to ask, but he can’t stop thinking about it.

Other Jack raises an eyebrow.

Jack takes a deep breath.

« The overdose. »

« Yeah? »

« Was it accidental? »

Or was it intentional? is what is left unsaid, but judging by the look on Other Jack’s face, he knows what Jack is asking.

« It happened. »

« That doesn’t answer my question. »

« I know. »

Jack lets out a frustrated huff. What’s the point of this hallucination if the other him isn’t going to talk? This is his own mind!

Jack waits for Other Jack to hopefully elaborate, but Other Jack doesn’t. He looks into space.

« What does Kenny think about you not being drafted? »

« Does it matter? » Other Jack snaps and Jack’s momentarily thrown off guard. Why is Other Jack acting like that?

Jack’s eyes fall on the pride tape on Other Jack’s stick. So far he hadn’t really given it any more thought, but now he does. Is Kenny no longer beside him? Jack and Kenny have an agreement that hockey goes first, but the tape on Other Jack’s stick says that maybe Other Jack can have both.

« Are you gay? » Jack blurts out and Other Jack looks up in shock.

Then he burst out into laughter.

« Wow, way to change the subject, kid. »

In Jack’s defense, this hallucination is kind of upending his entire life. He has the right to not make any sense, since nothing about this makes sense anyway.

« Are you? » Jack asks. Am I?

« We’re bisexual, but no worries, you have some time to figure it out. » Other Jack answers.

« I do? During rehab? »

Jack still has to wrap his head around this rehab thing. It sounds ridiculous. But also, if he’s not playing hockey, then what else can he think of? According to Other Jack, his identity.

« Partially. And college. »

Other Jack looks around again and the wistful look reappears on his face, and Jack gets it. Other Jack called this rink a middle moment between the QMJL and the NHL.

« I will play in the NCAA? »

And finally, the easy smile returns to Other Jack’s face. Jack realises he missed it.

« For four years, yeah. Best years of your life. »

« Well. It’s still hockey. » Jack sounds unsure. It isn’t what he hopes for, and the rehab thing is still there, but it’s hockey.

« I know it might sound strange now, but there is more to life than hockey. »

That does indeed sound strange. Jack tells him that and Other Jack snorts.

« Then, what else is there than hockey? » Jack asks, and when he asks it plainly like that, he has to admit that it sounds a bit stupid, but Jack genuinely doesn’t know the answer.

Who is he without hockey? Everything in his life leads to hockey, even non-hockey things. His teammates are his social circle. He fools around with Kenny, but because Kenny knows it’s about hockey. His family has always been supportive of his hockey career.

Everything is hockey.

« Friendship. Comfort. Photography. »

« Photography? »

That sounds like an odd one. Friendship and comfort sound reasonable, but photography?

« Pies. » Other Jack adds and his eyes light up when he says it.

Pies?

« Pies? »

« Oh Jack, you have no idea. So. Many. Pies. » Other Jack says with a chuckle.

« How are pies relevant? »

« Bitty. Bits. Love. »

“Bites?” Jack exclaims.

“Que?” Other Jack frowns when he sees the indignant look on Jack’s face.

Jack turns red. This is such an embarrassing conversation to have, especially with a made up future version of yourself.

“Bites,” Jack repeats the French word. God, this is terrible. He can feel himself feel red.

Jack can see the moment Other Jack realises. Other Jack looks horrified for a second, but then he hides his head in his face and he laughs.

“Ouais. Ça aussi.”

Other Jack has a smug look on his face. Jack coughs. Alright then.

“… Trés bien,” he squeaks out.

This is so weird.

Other Jack quickly says: « I didn’t mean that. B-I-T-S, not B-I-T-E-S. Bits.»

« … what is a bits? »

Other Jack he looks radiant.

« Bitty. Eric Bittle. My husband. »

Did Jack hear that correctly? They just had another linguistic mishap, so it might be possible that Jack has misheard another thing, but how else can he interpret ‘mon mari’? Did Jack mean another name? Mary? But who the fuck is Mary? And who the fuck is Eric Bittle?

« I’m sorry… what? »

“My husband,” Other Jack says in English, as if he can understand the confusion. Then he takes off his left glove and Jack’s eyes widen when he sees a ring on Other Jack’s finger.

« Can I? » Jack reaches for Other Jack’s hand. This is surreal.

While Jack inspects the wedding band, Other Jack talks about his husband. His husband. What the fuck.

« We met here, at Samwell. I was in my junior year and he was a new frog. That’s what we call freshmen at Samwell. He played hockey as well. I was kind of terrible towards him, because I thought he was a bad player, but once I got to know him I realised that he wasn’t and that I was a dick. And despite my attitude, he still gave me a chance and we became friends. I think I fell in love with him in my senior year, but I didn’t realise. We’re really bad at understanding emotions, don’t you think? »

« … Yeah. » Jack agrees. He slips the ring off Other Jack’s finger, so that he can inspect it more thoroughly. Other Jack lets him. A date is engraved in the ring, together with the text Halo.

« Yeah. It’s the autism. »

« What? » Jack almost drops the ring in shock.

Other Jack doesn’t dwell on it, since he’s lost in his story. He looks absolutely smitten.

« But once I realised, I ran after him and I kissed him. He’s been with me ever since, through thick and thin. I love to rile him up. He teaches me so much. We cheer each other on, and when I won my first Cup, I kissed him in front of everyone and I don’t regret it. And almost two years later I first kissed him, I proposed to him, here at center ice. We initially planned on a long engagement, since Bits just graduated college, but we realised we couldn’t wait any longer. We got married recently, but we will do a bigger ceremony later. Again, we just… got impatient. He’s so good. He’s gorgeous and he’s funny and he’s an amazing hockey player and he’s working on a cookbook now and we recently adopted our dog Amélie and… »

It's as if Other Jack remembers where he is and he trials off.

« Sorry. I got lost in the moment there. »

« It’s… fine. » Jack forces himself to say. It’s not fine. He feels uneasy again.

If Jack had any doubts about this being a hallucination, then those are now out of the window. Other Jack is bisexual and he can get married to a man while playing hockey in the NHL? This isn’t real.

But beforehand, Jack found that thought comforting.

Now, he’s not so sure, and it makes him feel weird.

Other Jack is still reveling in the memories of his life with this Eric Bittle, and he looks so content. Jack watches how relaxed and happy Other Jack is, and for the first time, the thought of this not being real makes him feel sad.

Jack is jealous. He is yearning.

This life of Other Jack sounds nice. He has hockey, but he was right when he said that there are other important things in his life. It sounds like a life Jack can never have. He looks at the ring in his palm and it feels heavy, so he quickly gives it back to Other Jack. He can’t have it.

Jack must look distraught again, because Other Jack asks if he’s alright.

« Your husband sounds lovely. » Jack says back.

« He is. I can’t wait for you to meet him. »

« But this isn’t real. »

Other Jack has a kind look on his face.

« Do you still believe that? »

Jack nods miserably.

« What part of this is so hard for you to believe? Not joining the NHL at 18? »

That is still a hard thing to accept, but Jack realises that that isn’t it.

When Jack does realise why it’s hard to believe, it hits him like a ton of bricks. It’s an unwelcome epiphany.

« You’re happy. » Jack says to Other Jack.

Other Jack sucks in a breath.

Other Jack is happy, and that is hard for Jack to believe. It’s a depressing thought, but it’s there and Jack doesn’t know what to do with it. He doesn’t want to be unhappy. He always believed that once he’s in the NHL, he’ll be happy and nothing else will matter, but now that he’s heard Other Jack talk about how in love he is, Jack realises that yes, Other Jack was right. There is more to life than hockey.

Jack thinks of Kenny.

They have something going on, but it’s fun. It’s physical. It’s, fuck, it’s hockey. It’s not like Other Jack, who is besotted with his husband.

« You are going to be happy, Jack. »

Other Jack pats the free space on the bench. Jack sits down, but he doesn’t meet Other Jack’s eyes. Eye contact is always shitty, but now it’s especially painful.

« I am not you. »

« Aren’t you? » Other Jack asks. « Aren’t I? »

Well. Shit. Isn’t he? Aren’t I?

« If- If this is real… » Jack trails off. He’s in the danger zone now. He’s letting himself think of the possibility.

« Yes? »

« If this is real, then what do I do now? »

« Well. I, uh, don’t remember this. But I barely remember the time I got that bad check in 2007, which is probably why. You’re going to wake up and you’ll have a concussion. You’ll have to sit out the next couple of games, which will piss you off. »

Other Jack chuckles at the memory, but it does indeed sound miserable.

« And then you’ll have the overdose and the rehab. »

« Ah. »

Other Jack puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

« Not going to lie, it will be tough. You will be angry. You will be sad. It’s not pretty. But it does get better. You’ll find a therapist you trust, and you learn how to use your meds in a responsible way, and you… you will get clarity on something during the process. »

« The autism? »

« Oh. Yeah. Did I say that already? »

Jack doesn’t really know how to feel about that. It’s not like there is anything wrong with him.

« You’re going to hate that too. » Other Jack says, as if he can read Jack’s mind. Or Other Jack probably remembers that he hated it too. « It’s weird. On one hand, it isn’t a surprise, but on the other hand, it does change your life. And you’re going to think that it’s a bad thing, but trust me, it isn’t. It will make things make sense, and just because it’s different, that doesn’t mean it’s bad. That’s basically my life in one sentence, ha. »

Jack looks at Other Jack. Jack doesn’t really know anything about autism apart from some things he sees on TV. Other Jack is nothing like the people he sees on TV. Other Jack is a full person, and he has a happy and fulfilling life.

Other Jack said it wasn’t a surprise to him, but it is to Jack. But maybe Jack will learn more about it. It looks like Other Jack did.

« Things will occasionally get shitty, and then I mean shitty-shitty, not my best friend Shitty- »

« What? »

« You will still have bad days, but the good days will keep coming and they don’t stop coming. The good days won’t save you from the bad days, but in the same vein, the bad days won’t spoil the good ones. There is more good than bad these days. In the end, you’ll be happy. You’ll have friends for like, a career you love, a comfortable home and the love of your life. It might sound unrealistic now, but that’s not true. Don’t give up. This is real. »

Jack wishes that it were real. He closes his eyes and he lets himself imagine Other Jack’s life. Images flash before his eyes. He sees himself at a frat house with a dude that isn’t wearing a shirt. He sees himself skating around this rink. He sees himself with a fancy camera and he’s walking around campus with a small Asian girl. He sees himself being tackled by two D-men during practise, but it seems like a good-natured tackle. He sees himself going out for coffee with a blond guy. He sees himself hug this blond guy. He sees himself laugh at something that the blond guy said. He sees himself kissing this blond guy in an empty bedroom. He sees himself kissing this blond guy on an ice rink. He sees himself marrying this blond guy.

It's weird. He’s never seen this blond guy, or any of the people in these images, but they feel so real.

If this is real, then maybe life won’t be so bad. He feels himself drift off and a smile forms on his face.

Someone is squeezing Jack’s hand. Jack focuses on the grip. He needs to wake up.

“Sweetpea, are you here?”

Jack slowly opens his eyes. He feels a bit groggy and his vision needs a few seconds to focus, but then he sees Bitty sitting next to his side. Tater’s on the other side. A medic is standing behind Tater.

“What happened?” Jack asks, slurring slightly.

“You got bad hit, Zimmboni,” Tater sounds relieved to see that Jack’s up, “You were out for short while.”

Bitty looks equally relieved and he throws his arms around Jack’s neck.

“Oh honey, I was so worried! You were lying on the ice, unconscious. The doctor says you might have a concussion but she’s going to run some tests, alright?”

The medic moves closer. She looks kind.

“Can- Can Bittle and Tater stay with me?” Jack asks quickly.

“Of course,” the medic answers.

Bitty and Tater do give her some space, so that she can do her work. The medic explains what happened. He was about to pass the puck to Thirdy when one of the Sharks gave him a nasty hip check that catapulted Jack into the air. The game got halted.

“The other guy feels really bad about what happened,” Bitty says, “He’s one of Chowder’s friends.”

Jack shrugs. That’s hockey. This isn’t his first bad hit and it probably won’t be the last. The medic continues her tests and she asks him questions.

“Do you remember what happened, or was this news to you?”

Jack tries to think. What does he remember? He does remember getting hit by someone, but it feels like something else happened. One moment he was on the Falconers’ rink and the next…

The next moment he was at Faber with his younger self.

“Mon dieu,” he mutters.

“Hm?” the medic asks.

Jack shakes his head. The medic finishes her tests and she leaves to document her findings. Tater also decides to go so that he can tell the others that Jack’s awake. That leaves Jack and Bitty.

Jack moves to the side so that Bitty can lie next to him. It’s a bit tricky, since this bed is narrow, but they make it work. Jack wraps his arms around him.

“I was so worried,” Bitty says again.

“I’ve been hit before, love.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t get up!” Bitty sounds strained. It must’ve been scary to see. Jack will probably rewatch the tape to see what it looked like.

Jack pulls Bitty even closer.

“Bits, something weird happened.”

“No shit, honey.”

“No, I mean, I think I had a weird dream, but it wasn’t a dream. I think it was real.”

“You need to give me more than that, Jack.”

“I was in Faber. I remember getting hit and losing consciousness, and when I woke up I was in my old stall in the locker room all alone, which freaked me out.”

“Oh, sweetpea.”

“So I started to search for other people, and I found my younger self on the ice.”

Bitty turns his head to look at Jack. He has a frown on his face.

“Yeah, I know right?” Jack says, “Me, at 17. It should’ve made me freak out even more, but it made sense in a way.”

“It did?”

Jack doesn’t really know how to explain it. When he saw his younger self, it was as if he knew that this had happened before, but as he also said to the Younger Jack, he doesn’t really remember that it happened. He was so worried about giving away too much, but on the same hand, just like his younger self, he wondered if it was real.

He tells Bitty that.

“So, it was like you travelled back in time?”

“I suppose,” Jack says, “Or more like I went back in time by five years and he travelled five years into the future, and we met in the middle. I don’t know. Maybe it was a dream, but it felt so real. He felt so real. And it was hard.”

“Oh?”

Jack nods.

“It was hard to see me. Past me. God, Bits, he was… He was so unhappy. I was so unhappy.”

“Oh honey…” Bitty trails off and he tightens the embrace.

Jack relaxes in his husband’s embrace. If only his younger self could see him now. He has someone he loves. He has someone who comforts him.

Maybe Younger Jack did see it, in a way.

“I’d like to believe it was real,” Jack tells Bitty, “I’d like to believe that I gave my younger self hope, even if it was just for a little while.”

“Even if he forgot about it?” Bitty asks.

He thinks so.

It’s weird to think back to his younger self. Seeing him was jarring. There was a form of anger behind Younger Jack’s eyes, even though Jack doubts that Younger Jack realised. Well, Jack knows for sure that Younger Jack never realised, since he was Younger Jack once. Jack remembers being so fed up with everything around him, while also being afraid of constant failure. He remembers the omnipresent anxiety, and the confusion with the world. He no longer feels lonely, but he remembers the loneliness of thinking that no one would understand him.

Jack doesn’t like to think this way, but when he remembers it, he understands why his past self reached for the pills. It hurt too much to think. It was too anxiety inducing. And back then, Jack didn’t have the support and the knowledge about himself.

Younger Jack is (was?) a seventeen year old closeted guy with undiagnosed autism. All the attention on him didn’t really give him a chance to stop and think about who he was. The world was too much, so he needed to it to quiet down, so that he could focus on the one thing that did make sense to him: hockey.

Jack no longer lives like that. Sure, hockey is still a big deal, but there is more to life. To Jack, it’s almost weird to think that it wasn’t like that. He knows he wasn’t always true to himself, but by now he is. He’s comfortable with his bisexuality and his autism. He talks so openly about it now, since it is part of his life, but Younger Jack must’ve felt so weird to hear him talk so casually about it. Jack didn’t even stop to think about that.

Jack showed Younger Jack a future. A happy one.

“Yes,” Jack answers Bitty, “Yes, I think so.”

“Yeah?” Bitty looks doubtful, “Cause if I would have the opportunity to tell past self that it’d all be okay, I would be pissed to find out if my younger self wouldn’t remember it.”

Jack gets that. He does. Life was rough, and as he told Younger Jack, there are still bad days, but he’s happy. He’s followed the joy and it led him here. Jack doesn’t believe in fate or higher power, but maybe it was meant to be this way.

Besides, he wouldn’t want to jeopardize his life. If Younger Jack had remembered, would things have changed? Would he still be here, like this?

“As I said, if I could give my past self some peace of mind, even if it was temporarily, even if it wasn’t real, I am glad. But I am also happy to be back here in the present with you.”

“Oh, honey!”

Bitty leans in to kiss him.

The two of them lie there, snuggling. Eventually the medic comes back, and a few minutes later, Tater returns to tell him that everyone is happy to hear he’s okay. The medic tells him that he’s indeed concussed and that he needs to take it slow. He will have to sit out a couple of games, and Jack almost laughs, because that is fine with him. Younger Jack, who got hit in 2007, was pissed, but current Jack doesn’t mind too much.

Once he’s clear to go, he says goodbye to his teammates. They’ll discuss the details with the coaches later. Now, he wants to go home with his husband. Jack takes Bitty’s hand in his, and they walk out of the rink.

If only Younger Jack could see him now.

Or, well, he does. Kind of. Younger Jack just has to wait 10 more years, but it’ll be worth it.

End notes: Thank you for reading.

And thank you for Jack Zimmermann, anno 2018, for helping me realise I'm autistic. One day I will write a more in depth fic about it, but I was happy that the original prompter encouraged me to add it here as well. I hope you enjoyed.

#holy fuck I wrote #2023 #omgcp #zimbits #oneshot

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Fall Again (Part 11)

Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Warnings: Some swearing. Mentions of past abusive relationship.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Story idea by @eddiekingstonsgirl89

Just a short chapter.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Kenny Omega Masterlist ♡ Fall Again Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader & Kenny were highschool sweethearts but broke up after graduation. They now work together at AEW.

Tyson - Kenny Omega ☆ Austin - Adam Cole ☆ Stephen - Adam Page

Kenny Omegas POV:

As YN and I were enjoying the good news of us finding out we are having a baby, my home was broken into.

From what I saw on security footage was that Scott figured out when there was shift changes with the security I hired.

He had enough time to slip into my house and set fire to my game room. Half of my home was destroyed.

I didn't tell YN for a few days but I knew I had to tell her. So one morning during breakfast I told her.

YN kept apologising acting like it was her fault. She started was crying so hard that she was having a hard time breathing.

I pulled her into my arms and I stroked my fingers through her hair. "Shh, none of this is your fault. It is his fault. It's okay baby. We can always build a new home."

"But,"

"No no. We can always rebuild or buy a new home somewhere else. We can go back to Transcona or we can go to Japan, Wales, Ireland or anywhere to get us as far away from here."

"I have never left North America Tyson."

"We will figure out and once we do I can take time off of work until we know we are okay."

"You mean that?"

"Yes. I will talk it over with Tony and we will see who will take the belt from me." I really want her to know that she is the most important thing in the world to me.

I told Tony what happened and he agreed to let me take time off of work. We both agreed that Stephen will become the new champion and we will have a build to our bit and final match.

I was the one who told him and he was surprised about that as I was supposed to have the belt for a bit longer.

"YN and I are moving to Wales." Stephen spit out his drink and he actually chocked a bit.

"What? Why?" So I told him everything and even showed him the footage.

"We are telling only a few people. I am just going to say I am off due to injury. When we get there, we will have new cell phones numbers."

"It is like you two are going into hiding."

"We kind of are. We have too it feels like. From what I know, he can't travel. He can't even get a passport but that doesn't mean he won't try."

"What are you going to be doing then over there?"

"Make it a home for her. She has only ever been to Canada and US. Maybe get married."

"You do know if you two get married and don't tell anyone, you will have some pissed off people." I knew Stephen was including himself in that.

"I know, but I haven't even asked her yet. Besides that is a long ways off."

I changed the topic of conversation as more and more people were started to come and talk to us.

It took us a bit to get to the final match between Stephen and I, but in the mean time, YN and I bought a home in Holyhead, Anglesey.

I paid for it cash as it was just easier. I came them a massive offer for the home that YN fell in love with.

The few people who knew we were leaving, threw us a going away party/baby shower. We had no idea what we were having yet but they gave us toys, clothes and blankets.

As far as anyone else will be concerned, I got injured during my match tonight and will need surgery and many, many months to heal.

But I was talking with Austin and Nick, I was watching as YN and Britt were talking. YN put on a brave face, but I knew she was still scared.

Even more so now that we are leaving the country. I just hope that he gets arrested for what he has done.

There is a warrant out for his arrest. Parole violations by coming near her. Breaking and entering and setting my home on fire.

Hopefully this move will set her mind more at ease as she is far too stressed and that isn't good for her or our baby.

"How is she holding up?" Austin asked me as he looked to see where I am looking.

"YN is okay. She is sad to be leaving everyone, but I think Wales will be good for her. For us."

"So how are you going to be working with all of this?" Nick asked.

"I will still be doing most of the Executive VP stuff. I will be joining meetings on Zoom or phone calls. Just more desk stuff."

"And YN?"

"Whatever she decides to do but she hasn't said anything yet Austin."

The party continued until YN and I had to leave. Our flight was in a couple of hours and I wanted her to be as relaxed as she possibly could be for the ride.

We said our goodbyes to everyone and I watched as the woman I love cry her eyes out as she said goodbye to every single person.

Her and Britt held onto one another until the very last minute. "I know baby, but we have to catch our flight."

"I know Tyson." She let out a deep breath.

"I will visit you two. We all will. Just get settled and we will be there before you know it." Britt said to her.

The Uber was waiting for us and the guy was very patient as we took even more time to leave.

But the moment we were in the car, I felt YN lay her hand on my thigh and squeezed it. I lifted her hands to my lips and kissed the palm.

"I love you Tyson." I heard the emotion behind those simple words.

"And I you baby."

Part 12

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Why am I seeing so many people convinced P**k is coming back and soon.. I’m not strong enough to go through it seriously… if ratings aren’t currently “doing well” and how is bringing back *that* one person a major win? Isn’t it kind of troublesome that ratings will improve because one person returns? I think that says a lot about the company is they’re propping up this person and giving them “quality” and not to the rest…

quick answer: because chris jericho tweeted that he had always loved working with @ punk so obviously everyone who were clowns and thought jericho was the only/main anti-punk voice in the locker room are celebrating thinking this means they've won!! he's back. and jericho is a goat and the best ever etc. the rest of my reply is beneath the read more because i got rambly and long winded

longer answer: the ratings aren't even doing that badly, january was really strong both for ratings and for in person ticket sales (their walk up tickets sales were really good) but one meh week and one bad week means the sky is falling and we have got to bring back in the hero cm punk because he is a ratings mega draw (which ignores the reality that the aew product had never been hotter in the june and especially july lead ups before punk even stepped foot in the company at the end of august, but again people don't really care about the real facts, it is simply that hurr durr purrnk is a draw).

now when hangman was champion the bad ratings were put on his head, but the good ticket sales/ppv numbers weren't accredited to him. which i think is unfair, as people were invested in the hangman and hangman/kenny story for all the years building up to the crowning moment of his win. and it was kind of thrown away in favor of guy who was having a goldberg run burying over talent he could leech off of (if that sounds familiar to say cody rhodes fans: hi!! how ya doin, welcome, hope you enjoy his mania moment). i genuinely think you can look at these bad ratings and see there's been a decline since mox lost the title. mjf is not over like he was, his character is stagnant, and his offensive promos aren't edgy they're just bad.

people think punk coming back will fix the ratings, but i genuinely don't think so. he was very protected when he was on tv, given the best spots so of course his numbers look good, but if you really look - and especially say the time he returned from injury - the numbers weren't great. punk talked about how he made that million dollar gate but they've done three of those without him, and a lot of the fans of aew from before punk showed up have said that the original feel of the company is gone and it is soulless. good wrestling alone cannot keep a company hot.

all that being said here's where we're at, pretty much every journalist is sniffing around it and afraid to say it outright but kenny omega's working on either injured time or a handshake agreement. aaa who had a fine working relationship with aew until wwe hopped in have said they're not working with aew anymore, but they'll work with kenny omega. the bucks contracts are up at the end of this year. hangman's contract is up this year. tony is at a cross road right now where he can pick the four guys he chose and made this company with, who the fans are invested with, who are younger and have proven they'll work through injuries and pandemics to make aew work. who have scouted and brought great talent in, who have invested into the company from day one, or a guy who has maybe a year, two years max left (if he doesn't get injured again) who was offered day one to be a part of everything and said nah and waited until everyone else had made it clear aew was successful and came in to rapturous applause and love and killed that good will throughout the fanbase and locker room as the months ticked by.

four vs one.

wwe have said they're not as aggressively pursuing jay white because they're focusing on a bigger talent, and i know everyone wants that to be ibushi, but it's gotta be Kenny or Hangman. ibushi would be a great book end to nab as well, but both kenny is the bigger name, kenny is who they wanted in 2018, who they were so sure they had that vince, trips, steph, and shane all came out and cut a promo smugly alluding to the fact they had them, only to be made to look like geeks over it. or page who is young can go in the ring/cut a promo and is so beloved he could be one hell of a top guy for them.

do i think punk will be back soon? idk maybe, they've set up a precedent about what he has to do to be welcomed back with thunder rosa. she stood before the locker room and apologized/owned up to all of the things she did that had hurt people and if you think phil brooks is capable of going mea culpa! then sure he's coming back.

do i think punk vs any elite match would happen? no. and i do think if punk comes back the elite will leave. do i think that in the long run this will be better for the aew numbers? not one bit! i personally won't start watching wwe again i watched it for years and not even a golden lovers reuinion could make me watch their product on a weekly basis again. it's bad, it's production is nauseating, and on a 'parasocial note' it would be incredibly disheartening to see guys that i respect and who have been consistent in calling out the fed and the fans of the fed go over there it's gonna be crushing.

would i keep watching aew? idk probably not. there are wrestlers i love within the company, but largely the stories they're telling right now, and their top champion (and their potential next tag champs) i actively dislike and don't enjoy. so there's not much impetus for me to keep watching a product for a couple wrestlers i like. again, i did that with wwe and it became insulting as a viewer to do that, and was in part what made me stop watching for years! so i think i would stop watching wrestling again and move on with my life. sucks, but i'm very into watching things i like and not giving my time to things i don't.

so all this to say there's no actual anything that says he's coming back, and the earliest he could be back is still a couple months away. but people love to work themselves over the winks and nudges some people who maybe know something might have maybe implied. but you're right bringing one guy back to save the show means you've fucked up the show, especially when it was pulling in over 1mil viewers before that guy came in. if you're fumbled the bag over making the show just about him once (and i think that is easy to say, no matter how good the matches were you cannot point to a guy he was in a feud with who was better off after losing to him! but i can point to a good few who were worse off.) at the expense of guys who are fan favorites (twitter and tumblr are a bubble, it's seen time and time again. remember when everyone hated britt baker and were tired of her and wanted her off their tv except she was still getting the loudest pops from crowd after crowd?) idk

it's bad all around, contract szn is always miserable but who knows where and what will happen. show to show my enjoyment for dynamiate & rampage remains about the same because i have fun watching it with friends/family and talking about it, but everything outside of those three hours i am just not having fun with wrestling unless it is fun i am making for myself. so i'd just say if you're in a similar boat as me then have fun! make your fun, i love doing my silly little edits that make me insane, and talking to friends about the hot guys who beat the piss out of each other. and if i don't have fun i solve that by muting it when mjf speaks <3

#this is long and idk probably not too coherent so i hope it kind of answers it maybe idk #sorry lol

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 10 months

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"Grand Jury Returns True Bills Against Tim Buck and Others," Kingston Whig-Standard. June 15, 1933. Page 3. ---- Hugh Burling Case Is Proceeding - Evidence Given by Instructor Walsh and Deputy Warden. ---- Further evidence that Convict Hugh Burling had taken an active part in the Penitentiary disturbances of October 17, 1932. was given in court before Judge McLean this morning. The Grand Jury reported true bills against the following convicts, charged with participating in the Penitentiary and in the shops. riots of October 17, 1932: Robert Spinks, Michael McDonald, Tim Buck. William McCrea, Ivan Perry, John Evans and Adrian Vandervagt. The Grand Jury still has to consider the cases of fourteen convicts.

Guard Walsh W. J. Walsh, instructor in the change room, called as a witness in the Burling case, stated that he had been in the employ of the penitentiary for twenty-three years. He said He knew the accused well and that the latter had been working under him on the afternoon of the riot. When the trouble started, a convict put his head inside the shop door and shouted "Come on, boys. All the convicts in the change-room including Burling, joined the rioters.

"You're certain Burling went too?" asked Col. Mackay. "Yes."

"Did Burling have your permission to leave?" interposed Judge McLean. "He did not." Witness stated that when he saw the convicts in the main dome they were shouting, yelling. milling about and making speeches. He testified that he saw convicts smashing up furniture and equipment in the offices and in the shops. "Did you see Burling in the dome?" "Yes." "Why didn't you attempt to stop all this tumult?"

"It would have been suicide for me to try to stop those convicts."

then we won't be hit." Witness said "Yes.""

Guard Walsh said he spent most of the afternoon in the change-room. During that time Burling was in and out of the shop several times. "You are a rather unpopular guard with the convicts?" asked Mr. Herrington in the cross-examination.

"I don't think so."

"Do they love you?"

"No, I'm sure they don't love me."

"Have you ever been accused of favoritism?"

"I don't think so."

Witness denied specific charges of favoritism levelled by Mr. Herrington.

"Did you ever threaten Burling and call him a foul name?" asked Mr. Herrington.

"When? About a week after the riot?" "Does it make a difference as to what date you threatened Burling?"

"I have a point in view."

"Did you threaten Burling?"

"No."

"If that is an honest answer why didn't you say so in the first place?"

"I wanted to know when you meant. I was away for a time."

Walsh gave positive testimony that Burling was one of the men who was smashing furniture, particularly a cabinet.

"Why do you single out Burling?"

"Because he was the only convict I saw breaking furniture."

"Can't you name any other convicts?"

"I can name a dozen but Burling was the only man I saw breaking stuff."

Witness said that he went on a month's holiday a few days after the riot suffering from a general breakdown. He said that his back was injured during the trouble.

"You used your God-given judgment during this disturbance, didn't you?" asked Col. MacKay.

"I wouldn't say that's where it came from," interposed Mr. Herrington. Deputy-Warden George Sullivan, instructor in the mail-bag department at the time of the riot and now Deputy Warden. corroborated previous evidence regarding noise and milling about in the dome. He told of the doors being barricaded and of machinery being smashed in the mail-bag department. He said that the convicts were in control throughout.

Sullivan identified a broken sewing machine as one of the 11 destroyed by the convicts. When the guards came with guns... Scissors had been thrown by the men. Other missiles had been thrown such spittoons and profane language had been used. Witness stated he saw several guards knocked down by the convicts.

Guard W. Kenny Guard W. Kenny testified that when he was in the mail-bag department he was hit on the head with a spittoon thrown by a convict. When the shots were fired the convicts had said "Get the 'screws up front and that the guards did as they were told but some of them weren't quick enough. He said that he was the last to get up front and he was hit by a wooden box thrown from behind. The box was used as a spittoon and filled with sawdust. It was 15 inches long by 10 inches wide by 7-inches deep. witness said he was knocked to the ground by the blow but he quickly sprang to his feet and joined the other guards. He said that he had required medical attention but that he had not lost time off duty.

Cross-examined by Mr. Herrington witness said that he had not seen Burling during the riot.

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stevie-gforce · 3 years

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on another note, we getting that omega-callihan match 🥳

#i am worried tho #sami be having some violent ass matches and kenny already has some injuries 😬#also like what do ya'll think are the odds that kenny lose at slammiversary #like if i owned aew i would want the aew belt to be the first one kenny loses #because he's be at the top of his game and the new champion would look great #new champion *cough cough* hangman *cough cough*#but now that we know that kenny's working injured #might not be the worst idea to have him drop the impact and aaa belts #just so he can get a goddamn break and heal!#also because like bless him he's doing the work and putting on bangers but you can tell he's hurting during these matches #also his terminator dive is specifically fucking me up because the ones at DoN and Against all odds were real sus #bless moose for catching his dumb ass during their match #anyways i guess they could always bank on the idea that if he doesn't have the other belts now he's hyperfocused on the aew title match?#put in all the focus and time and he still loses? i don't know. maybe #i just want kenny to take a little time to heal 😭#ok im done sorry for the speech in the tags lmao #impact liveblog

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I have another ask 😊 don't have to answer now, I don't want you to be over whelmed. Though thought I have in mind would be how would Erwin, Levi, bertholdt, Reiner, moblit, hange, and Kenny react to finding a maiden who has healing abilities?

Like Katara from the last air bender on how she can use her bending to heal. If you are confused I'd be happy to explain more 🥰

I assume these characters would be injured since Y/n seems so hellbent on hiding these powers.

Erwin:

To me, Erwin seems like the type to hide an injury on purpose, to not drag you behind.

However as his vision blurs with surroundings muffling and buzzing in his ear, he begins to regret not treating that deep stab wound earlier. He didn't even have the time to, the escape was once in a lifetime, he couldn't let you down. After all, he was the one who came up with it. He'd be failing you both.

As you inch further away from his grasp, he reaches further, wanting to call your name, to at least tell you that he loved you before death. Yet all that came out was a quivered whimper.

Meanwhile you weren't sure what the hold up with Erwin was. You weren't sure if your captors knew the trail of your destiny, whether they followed you or not. So why was he taking his sweet time. When you had asked why he ran so slowly, he'd tell you that he was watching out from behind.

Yet, when his limp footsteps had faded, you weren't sure what to be scared about. The possibilities were endless.

"Erwin?" You stuttered, "hey..." you called out, tracing back into the direction you came from, it wasn't far, until you saw the blur of blonde hair on the muddy leaves of the forest.

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, realising he had collapsed. "Erwin!" You sprinted to his body, slipping on some mud and messily kneeling beside him. You gently rolled him onto his back, pupils thinning at how pale his skin had become. Still, you pulled him onto your lap, checking his heart beat and breathing patterns.

It didn't take too long for you to find the suspect of his faint pulse. His dirtied shirt, soaked in his own blood. You could barely think above the loud beating in your head, how long had he been like this?! Why did he hide it from you?! How much blood did he lose?!

"Hey..." you choked back a terrified sob, frantically patting his cheek, "Hey, 'Win, wake up..." upon realising that he was unconscious by now, you decided on the last resort. Something you never thought you'd do again.

Lifting his shirt to reveal the wound on his abdomen, you took out your pocket knife and sliced the inside of your palm, hissing as the blood trickled to his wound, you didn't know if this could do it, but if it could then you'd never disgrace your powers again. You'd be proud of them. You'd do anything, just to bring him back.

Hoping for the best, you massaged the blood in, the texture of his cut slowly smoothing out from underneath your warm palm. Good. It was working. With his skin slowly regaining colour, you could feel a heavy weight float off your chest. You sighed in relief and held his head to the crook of your neck.

"Erwin..." your face lit up at the feeling of his breath fanning your neck, he was okay. You made it in time. Your arms tightened around him, scared that if you let go for a second, he'd succumb to blood loss again.

"Y/n..." he hoarsely spoke. "You idiot..." you sniffled, "I thought I lost you." Still cradling his head, you craned your neck to look at him. His brows glistened with sweat, furrowed in confusion as his hand glossed over yours, looking for his wound.

"How...how did you- am I- ...am I dead?"-

"Shhh..." you kissed his sweaty forehead, delicately sweeping his wet bangs back. "I'll explain when we get to the campsite, but now, you have to hold onto me... yeah?"

Despite his dying confusion, he agreed, slowly regaining his composure, holding you closely as you both limped to safety.

Levi

"Y/n!" Hange rushed back in your room, Levi limp in her arms. "He's been poisoned, but it's no use, it's spreading too fast..."

As she gently laid his body onto the spread out futon, you had realised she had bought him in with the intention that you both have your last moment, before he goes.

His eyebrows scrunched up in agony, eyes closed as he subconsciously searched for the reason of his pain. He must be fully unconscious by now, the team couldn't do much. But.. what about Hange?

Was it really that hopeless? You could swear Hange was a mad scientist. You told her sarcastically, only for her to roll her eyes.

"I'm a scientist Y/n, not a doctor."

"Fine..." you sighed, rolling up your sleeves as you realised it's finally time to use something you've sworn to never bring back again. "I'll deal with it. Hange. Get a knife. And quick."

The brunette seemed to panic at your sudden request, struggling to say anything but stutters. "Hurry up! I'm not slicing him open or anything... we don't have much time!" You urged, heart pounding as Levi's eyebrows weakened, his sweat becoming cold.

With the trust that you wouldn't murder your own husband in cold blood, Hange nodded and took off in the speed of light.

Mean while you stroked Levi's cheek in an attempt to get him to wake up without fear. "Honey, if you can hear me, I want you to try and move your hand." You said, one hand holding onto his cold palm.

Just as you feared, he couldn't give you a reply, not even a twitch. The only evidence you had of his moving heart was his heaving chest, soaked in sweat. The only thing you could do now was to use your powers. The ones you've not used since... forever

There was no doubt that you were worried it wouldn't work, after all, it had been such a long time since you've used your healing abilities. Besides, Levi would go insane once he finds out about it.

Hange rushed back in, slipping onto her knees to clumsily hand you the pocket knife.

Without wasting any time, you slice your palm open and squeezed it shut, opening Levi's mouth to let the blood trickle down his throat.

You could swear that in the corner of your eyes, Hange was shitting her pants, you were feeding Levi your blood. Levi... the germaphobe. But you couldn't care less, as long as this saved him, you'd do it.

The atmosphere was heavy with pressure, from the worry that arose due to the horrified expressions both you and Hange made. If this didn't work... no! You couldn't think like that! It will work! Levi will wake up any-

A violent cough broke you out of you silent panic attack. Frantically, you propped your husband up, allowing him to wheeze his lungs out, tears stinging in the corner of his eyes.

Hange hadn't reacted, she stood at the opposite end of the futon with her mouth agape. You wasted no time in pulling Levi into your arms, rubbing his back in soothing circles. "Thank goodness... oh my god..." you mumbled, heart wrenching with what could have happened if you didn't save him in time.

"What's going on?" Levi managed to rasp out. "You we're dying of poison but Y/n slit her hand open and then"-

"Hange shut up!" You yelled, not trying to overwhelm the healing man in your arms. "Not now... later." You sighed, making note to bandage your hand.

Levi somehow didn't care about the commotion or whatever happened, he knew what you did, he could tell by looking at your bloodied palm and the drops of blood staining his tongue. He just wanted to rest. He was tired.

If it wasn't already obvious, you could tell by the sweat on his throat. He was almost completely motionless in your embrace, his chin laid still on your shoulder, his breathing finally calmed to a normal pace.

"First let's get you something to drink, you look pasty." You helped him up, having Hange assist you with the rest.

Bertholdt

"The ambulance were called."

Reiner says. As he strolls towards you and Bertholdt, the mixed colours of red and blue illuminated everyone's skin, the loud sirens giving you more to worry about since it was the most vibrant.

It's around nine PM when Bertholdt was laid onto your lap, his torso resting on your thighs and his long legs draped across the cold concrete floor.

"He's losing too much blood too fast, he won't make it." You gritted your teeth, scared of what people might do to you if they ever found out about the things you could do. Yet at the same time... your significant other's life was on the line.

"Bertholdt keep your eyes open..." your demand came out as a small desperate plead, watching as his tan skin drained of its beautiful natural hue. He nodded weakly with his eyes barely open.

You got Reiner to help you take Bertholdts police gear off, leaving him only in a blue button up shirt, the corner of his rips stained with crimson.

Cold palms unravelled his shirt to the point of the wound. You couldn't believe the speed of the leaking blood, by the time the ambulance arrived, he'd be as good as dead.

Knowing what you had to do next, you told Reiner to turn away.

"What- why?"-

"You have to..."

Conflicted with confusion, Reiner agreed anyway. He thought that maybe you needed some alone time with Bert, to do all that cheesy love confession crap before he falls unconscious.

"Listen, what I'm about to do, it may hurt a bit, but don't worry, the pain won't last that long."

After your sudden words, Bertholdt weakly sprung up, not being able to completely sit up right since he only collapsed back into your hold. "You'll be fine..."

You took a sharp weapon from the gear pockets, slicing your palm of your hand and laying it flat against his wound.

From the corner of your eyes you could see Bertholdt try to fight back, to tell you to stop cutting yourself. He was confused, shocked, in pain from the gunshot that fractured his rib cage. Yet he had lost so much blood all he could do was bat his eyelids slowly, silver eyes having no energy in them.

Your hand began to glow, beams flying into the wound of the raven haired man whom suddenly began whimpering on your lap. "Shhh, this'll all be over soon..." you mumbled into his ear and kissed his temple as an apology for the pain he was about to experience.

"Be good for me and don't move too much, hm?" You added. Slowly, you started feeling your energy drain as the bones began mending themselves from your healing, a strong, blood-covered sharp metal emerging from his open skin. The bullet had finally come out.

"Y/n!" He gasped, beads of sweat trickling down his face.

"I'm almost done..." you cringed at the pity swallowing you up. His weak groans were better than him dying, but you still couldn't help but feel scummy for causing him so much agony while he was awake.

The skin slowly began to smooth out, your thumb caressing the place where his wound was. "There." You sighed in exhaustion.

Meanwhile, Bertholdt desperately panted for air. His eyes were shut tight, as if he couldn't believe he went through that. "You did so well for me." You praised with another kiss planted on his cheek.

Even though he was blushing, his gaze wavered in disbelief, his hands fumbling to his exposed torso. "Where's... what? What did you just do?!" He heaved in an out. "Am I just dreaming or did you just-"

Your stare was kind and understanding, causing him to believe that maybe, you weren't human, he had married an angel after all. "What are you...?"

"Sh, baby the ambulance are here."

You prepared yourself for the questioning, the investigation that may happen. You knew Bertholdt would cover up for you. There's no way he wouldn't.

Reiner

It had nearly been a week when Reiner had been like this. Perhaps he was the same kind and loving person on the inside and just didn't joke around as much. He'd hide his face a majority of the time, whether subconsciously or knowingly.

The scar on his face had made him miserable. It snatched him of any laughter or humour that he'd usually be full of. Sure he'd laugh a few times, but it was huffs of nothingness, his jokes being funny to others but never to himself.

He had gotten it from his side job, while him and Jean were talking on opposite sides of a shelf, Jean hadn't realised he may have pushed a heavy box on the other side too far. And while Reiner was oblivious, staring at a weird cursed image Zeke sent him, the box full of heavy luggage landed straight onto him.

No bad damage had been done, only a large scar that drew from his hair line to his eyebrow. It made him extremely insecure. You could see it every time he was around you, how he'd cover it up with his palm, looking away in embarrassment every time you stared at it.

You never thought a man like him could get like this. It was like a middle aged housewife took over his body.

"Reiner... turn around, I like looking at your face when we cuddle." You told him, rubbing his sides comfortingly.

The blonde was sulking, his huge figure hugging his arms to himself as you spooned him. He seemed so delicate, so fragile. He hummed lightly as a negative response.

"Come on, let me see your handsome face."

This was the last grunt you would take before you rolled him onto his back, your hand sliding up to cradle his cheek. "What's wrong? You've been acting strange for the last few days."

His sad hazel eyes wandered away from yours, avoiding the shame he thought you'd put down on him.

"If this is about the scar"-

"It isn't." He cut you off. Conflicting his response when his cheeks reddened

"Come on, Rein... you're so beautiful with or without it." You said in a pleading tone. Your thumb mindlessly stroked at his cheek, silently panicking at the freckles of tears developing in his eyes.

"It's not that..."

"Then what is it?" You kissed the first drop away.

"My dad... he had a scar exactly like this somewhere on his forehead- and-" he stammered, lips barely maintaining their neutral state. "And mum... she'd would bring it up all the time, she said it was hideous and she couldn't stand looking at his face."

At last his voice cracked and brought his eyes shut, in time for the waterworks to start. You couldn't believe this, Reiner Braun, the man twice your size broke down in shambles due to a facial scarring. Yet again, this wasn't the first time he's had a breakdown. It's normal, you'll take care of him.

Although you were shocked at his sudden weeping, you brought his head to your chest, holding his arms close. "Shh, it'll be okay," you kissed his forehead.

He sniffled and hiccuped, "I-I can't do anything- with- without peopling looking directly at it!" He sobbed. "I want it gone! I just want it gone!"

While his voice muffled against your embrace, you could only think back to something you've been hiding from him. Your healing abilities. But should you really use it now? On something like a scar that didn't really change his face. He was still beautiful Reiner.

You guessed maybe he didn't think so.

Once he calmed down, you slightly broke the hug, holding his arms tight. "Look at me." He obeyed, eyebrows scrunching up in misery. "Listen, I can get rid of it... but you can't be freaked out about it."

Faster than you thought, his facial features softened in shock. But it quickly went back to sadness, "I appreciate it dove." He kissed your cheek, "but I'd rather not wear makeup."

"Hey!- not makeup... I mean I can permanently get rid of it." You held his face gently, "Even-though I'll forever love your face no matter what happens to it." He giggled lowly as you tickled his nose with yours.

"If you really want it, then I'll do it."

"But what will you do? It's impossible to get rid of it."

A smirk decorated your features. You closed your eyes with a cocky huff. "You better not tell anyone, but look what I can do."

His palm fell when you sat up. He was confused as to why you held your hand out, either way, he accepted and followed you into the bathroom where you sat him down on a still in front of the mirror.

In the cabinet there was a sharp eyebrow razor, you grabbed it and went back to staring at him through the mirror.

With a sigh you pet his hair. "Look at you, crying about your face when you're such a beautiful cutie pie." You pinched his cheek, making him close his eyes in a flustered laugh.

"Here, remember not to be shocked, I promise this'll work." He said nothing but observed as you bought the razor to your finger, suddenly cutting it. His eyes grew to the size of saucepans.

"Dove?! Hey!-"

"Shh, it's fine." You chuckled, "you probably think I've lost my mind." His confusion only grew when you brushed his hair back, rubbing your blood into the scar.

"Just close your eyes..." you mumbled, surprised he wasn't squealing and flailing around in fear. If someone did this to you you'd call the hospital in worry that they've gone insane.

It'd only take a few more minutes before you got the tissue from the marble sink, wiping at the blood to reveal baby soft skin.

Once you moved out of his line of sight, his expression twisted into pure surprise, fingers caressing the spot where the scar once was.

"What do you think? I personally like both but-uf!" You yelped when his body engulfed yours into your arms.

With his cheek rubbing at your head, he grinned uncontrollably. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you!" He squealed, "I have no idea what you just did but thank you!"

"It's no problem Rein... but could you ease up a bit? I can't breathe."

Moblit

Between the two of you, one would think that you'd be the one getting injured. But nope, the guy was too busy trying to navigate where you had gone, frustrated and terrified since the sun was starting to set faster.

If it got dark then his hopes of finding you were gone.

With his map scrunched up into a ball of useless information, he turned to face the dim sun, it was now an orange colour, dipping into the darkening sky.

He sighed, she should have never let you go by yourself.

Another minute went by as he thought about you in regret, worrying about whether he'd see you again. Would it lead up to a murder in the woods? What if someone killed you already? What if you were screaming his name, begging him to show up.

Just as he was about to take off in the millionth search for you, a sharp pain injected his ankles, causing him to cry in pain. He snapped his head downwards to see the culprit, finding a hissing snake.

Fuck, what if you got bitten too?!

By the time he collapsed onto the floor the snake had slithered off, dashing away from the harmless man it bit.

"Damn this- ah..." he moaned when a thick blanket of pain coursed through the veins of his feet, quickly pulsating to his legs. That was a venomous snake... wasn't it?!

"Mo!" All of a sudden, the pain didn't matter anymore when he heard your excited yells. Finally, at least he could die peacefully knowing you were alive the entire time.

"There you are! Look! I know exactly how we could build a- oh my god are you okay?!" You sprinted to him, fumbling for the ankle he was clutching onto to reveal two red bite marks.

Complete horror took over your excited expression, turning your gasp into a full throat scream. "That's a venomous bite!" You shrieked, "let me suck it out as an apology for taking so long!"

Moblit hastily hid his bite from you, he knew it would just get you into trouble with poison too. "I'm so sorry baby oh my god!" You cried, hugging him tightly. "I took too long, I'm so sorry!"

"Y/n, it's okay stop yelling before other snakes decide to bite our mouths off."

"I have an idea!" You panted. Moblit was still in pain, sweating excessively at this point. He watched in confusion as you folded your coat and laid him onto his back, using the folded coat as a pillow.

During this point you had panicked so much you didn't think of consequences. Instead you rolled up your sleeve and scratched deep into your wrist. The blood was a lot for a scratch and it was enough for Moblit to just suck on.

You tucked your palm under his head, propping him slightly up. "Suck my blood, it'll help I promise..." he shot you a questioning look. "HURRY JUST DO IT!" You nudged your wrist in his face. Yet... he rejected it again.

"Fucks sake we have no time!" You scolded him. Still, he didn't seem to be budging. So you bought your wrist to your mouth, sucking out enough blood to fill your mouth.

Holding his chin, your lowered your lips onto his. At this point, he was too weak to fight back, and obediently swallowed the blood you were force feeding him.

When you decided it was enough, you let him go. Afterwards wrapping his arm around your neck and carrying him back to the exit. He may be healed but the stress and exhaustion had taken all strength in him.

"Y/n?"

He woke up to the comfort of his own bed, feeling normal again- until you threw yourself on top of him. With a shocked huff, he chuckled at you.

Rubbing your face against him you cried in gratitude, "I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LEAVE ME IN THIS BORING WORLD!"

(Headcannon style)

Kenny:

•Let's say hypothetically Kenny does find out about your healing abilities. The way he'd react is to make sure no one finds out about it, he knows higher ups would want to drug and hurt you to figure out what causes this phenomenon.

•He definitely calls you his angel/healer, he can't help it- even when you're doing something as simple as wrapping a bandaid around his wrist, he'll just say it and you'll shut his mouth.

•Again, Kenny is more the free type so he doesn't really care about what you are, he's more, go with the flow type of man. So anytime you're around him and worried about him hurting himself, he'll genuinely try not to get himself injured. Since he himself is worried about others finding out about your abilities.

Authors note:

This was 4000 words long

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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 years

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Is there anyway you can put everything relating to buck getting into a coma into one post because I haven’t heard about this

Ok so basically you prob haven’t heard of this bc I’m the only one who has been talking about this lol. It all started when Ryan posted that fucking thirst trap on 9/29/22. I was wondering why he would post it and caption it season 6 vs season 3 (he posted the pic and then one from the fighting ep in s3). So I was looking at the photo and it came to me that the reason he posted it with his arm tattoo covered must mean it was for the show.

So I made this post initially bc I was just analyzing reasons as to why he would post that.

Then I answered an ask on why I think Ryan working hard on his physique and showing it off for the show is important. Like why does a 30-something year old single dad need to look that ripped for the show? Unless…unless that body is a part of someone else’s fantasy. Someone who may or may not be unconscious and in a possible coma.

The fact that they were filming at the beach 2 weeks ago was very weird to me bc we had a bts of Kenny and Aisha with the ambulance. Ryan posted photos confirming he was at the beach during sunset.

And then we got a confirmation Oliver was there bc they posted a pic of Buck in his jeep driving away from the beach. There was also a video in which Gavin (Chris) was seen with a surfboard so we know Eddie, Chris, and possibly Buck were all at the beach. All this is supposed to be happening in ep 6.07 “Cursed”.

Then we got confirmation that there’s a famous singer, who based off bts is named Felisa, will be on that episode. This is a singer in which “Eddie gets involved with” during an emergency. Not romantically of course but these were words Peter Krause chose when explaining upcoming wacky emergencies.

Now I was speaking to @ktinastrikesback one evening and we were trying to make sense of everything we’ve seen so far. I answered an ask with our half baked speculation. Then I went back and made an actual post expanding on how I thought the episode would actually turn out.

It is also very important to note the lack of Oliver filming with everyone else. Yesterday he spent the majority of the day at home. We know this bc of his IG behavior all day long. We got bts that Peter, Aisha, and Kenny were on set in their uniform. So we know they’re filming a call. Could be a medical call where Buck and Eddie aren’t needed but still. The girl who plays the singer was also filming and she was injured in the morning.

Then Cocoa Brown reappeared and she was on set to film in the afternoon. Again Oliver was believed to be home. Cocoa posted a bts with herself and Ryan at the end of the evening. I made a post on my speculation as to how it seems suspicious that everyone happened to be filming yesterday while Oliver was no where to be spotted. Usually when he’s on set, someone posts him some how, some way. It’s also important to note that the last time there was this much secrecy about bts was when they were filming 4.13 & 4.14 which is why there was a lack of Ryan in any bts.

So I made a post on her return and what it can mean for Eddie and possibly Buck. I’ve also answered a few asks about the possibility of Buck being in a coma. In this ask I explain why the moment they changed the title on 6.08 to “9-1-1 What’s Your Fantasy?” I speculated a fantasy dream sequence was a possibility. And in this ask I expand a bit on why I would want to see Buck in a coma.

Basically, to sum everything up, I don’t know what exact route they’d go but ideally here is why I believe we may get a coma!Buck.

We know in 6.04, Buck may possibly get hit by a car when he takes the bicycle and goes after the drunk driver. The way it’s been promoted and teased screams that’s what they want us to believe when in reality he’s gonna be fine. Now I think that’s a massive foreshadowing for what’s to come later on in the season.

It makes sense if he gets away scratch free in 6.04 when he’s being a reckless and selfless idiot, only to get injured severely in an episode called “Cursed” when he wasn’t doing anything to put himself in any danger. I think him getting injured in 6.07, thus leading up to 6.08 “9-1-1 Whats Your Fantasy?” makes a lot of sense. He’s on this journey of self discovery and happiness. He needs to figure out who he is outside of his job. He needs to figure out who makes him happy and with whom he is most at ease.

Now if this serious injury occurs and he’s in a coma, I can see this fantasy sequence being his utmost desires. Possibly seeing how happy he is when he’s with the Diaz boys and maybe even realizing how attracted to Eddie he is, hence the shirtless sexy moment of Eddie’s ripped bod. I think this injury has the potential to be a massive wake up call for both himself and Eddie. I can only imagine how beside himself Eddie will be knowing his partner got injured when he wasn’t even trying to be expendable. And I think it’ll serve his whole journey some purpose to have him wake up and realize that he is at ease when he’s with Eddie. I want him to have his little “Oh, it’s you. It’s always been you” moment. I want him to realize he has a family and people who care for him deeply. Now idk if I’m onto something or so far away from what actually is in the plans for this half of the season. But these are all my thoughts on why I think Buck can possibly be in a coma this season.

#juju answers #anon asks #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 speculation #jujus having thoughts #look I may be completely off base which is totally fine #plz don’t come for me if this seems too crazy for you #this is just where my brain went and I think it’s a possibility #we shall see #also I should be packing but here I am

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the-crenny-week · 3 years

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You hear that sound? You do? Know what that is?

That is the beginning pulsebeat of Crenny Week coming upon us. That's right...that moment you've been waiting for. If you listen very carefully, you can hear it…

Crenny...Crenny...Crenny….Crenny.

That part of your brain solely devoted to Crenny?

This is for that part of you.

So, without further ado, and with no more 'gilding of the lily', here's:

CRENNY WEEK 2021!!

Breathe it in for a moment…

Now, onto the theme for the year. This year's overall theme is Scrapbook.

Memories that we capture of key events in our lives, in an easily digestible format that we can look back fondly over years later.

Do you ever look back over old photos of friends? Of family? Old photos that remind you of the nostalgia of our moments in life?

Moments that bring fondness, perhaps bittersweetness, maybe even pain. Or perhaps family members have shown you their moments, trying to pass down their own memories to you and how it is the parts of their life that they not only captured but felt worth capturing.

That is the 2020 Crenny week theme. Soak it up, and manifest.

A few guidelines:

There shall be five days - Yup. Because it's a good balance between a fun filled week and not overworking.

The daily themes are dual/split - This year, there is the option of two themes for each day. You can choose to do only one theme or both themes, it's your choice!

Late submissions are fiiiine - The goal is Crenny and fun. If you can't submit for this particular week, don't let that stop you! Send in your glorious work, we wants to seeee it!

Have fun - Please don't stress. The goal at the end of the day is fun, and shared love between a community that loves Crenny

Tagging - Please tag all the work with #CrennyWeek2021.

Now, with that read, onward to the themes of this year!

Day 1 (August 30) - First Meeting/Accident

First Meeting -

What happens when Craig and Kenny meet for the first time? They say first impressions are important. Or maybe not, depending on how you see it. Do they love each other? Hate each other? Both? Is it apathy at first sight? Did they have a choice?

Accident -

Accidents can be many things. Tripping someone up ‘accidentally’? Genuinely accidentally hurting someone’s feelings? A friend who was badly injured? Something not planned, or intended, but happens regardless? Maybe something as simple as sending the wrong text to the right person, or the right text to the wrong person?

Day 2 (August 31) - Prom/Detention

Prom -

A memorable event for many seniors before their graduation, a chance to maybe spend an evening with friends? Or mischief by spiking the punch bowl? Maybe that chance to finally secure the person yearned after? Or is it a jealous affair? Maybe prom is spent on the couch playing video games, solo or with a close friend. Perhaps a plan to secure ‘Prom Queen’ despite the odds, or a set up is planned of sorts? Do people get ‘lucky’ or is it a pure evening?

Detention -

Detention. A place where students avoid? Or perhaps a plan to spend time with someone? Irritation at a fellow detentionee for getting both into trouble? Breaking someone out of detention? A first time meeting? A promise for revenge? A neutral ground where outside is a division that keeps from interaction outside of this room? Plots and tricks to escape from under the watchful eye of the teacher on duty? Distracting a person simply trying to do their homework?

Day 3 (September 1) - Dormlife/Sick day

Dormlife

Maybe it’s the first day? First week? Maybe it’s been a while? Maybe roommates drive each other crazy with their habits? Maybe there’s little to no interaction? Maybe unexpected shared interests are discovered? Maybe people are snuck back to the room because ‘Don’t worry, my roommate won’t mind’? Maybe a secret identity is discovered, or secrets need to be kept between roommates? Maybe it’s bliss, or yearning, or just someone to watch films with when essays are written?

Sick day

Sick days can be the worst, whether physical or mental. Is someone sick and needs to be taken care of? Does someone just need a helping hand? Maybe they’re proud and don’t let illness get in the way of what needs to be done? Maybe avoiding the sick person is the plan, despite their attempts to want to be close? Maybe it’s just sitting with someone while they rant after everything gets a little too much? Maybe it’s a ‘sick day’ in appearance, but an excuse to skive off for a day?

Day 4 (September 2) - Crenny Day! Free Day!

Free day - Freeeeee! All possibilities! All ideas! As wild or as slice of life as wanted. Does it involve watermelons? A missing item? Being the hero when no one is? Is it Angsty? Romantic? Fantastical? Is it actually a play on words and they decide to start a boy’s swim team for a summer? Show us what you’ve got!

Day 5 (September 3) - Vacation/Party

Vacation -

Vacations can be simple, or complicated. Is there a trip abroad? Time off from school/work? Maybe small acts between chaos are the way forward? Is vacation what is managed when money is an issue? Maybe a vacation that is a little more permanent? Maybe envy at a vacation that can’t be taken, and the solace found in another because of it? Maybe vacation isn’t even in vocabulary? Perhaps vacation is for those who don’t have to do makeup classes?

Party -

Is it a college party? A high school one? Perhaps a family event? Solo cups? 7 minutes of heaven? Spin the bottle? Never have I ever? Strip poker? Are their drunken shenanigans? Quiet conversations away from overwhelming crowds? Drunken brawls? Crazy dares? Is it ticking off everything from ‘Don’t Threaten me with a good time?’ Is it trying to hide feelings, or jealousy whilst in a drunken haze? Maybe a family affair that is tame and boring? Maybe refusal to go? Maybe a party brought to someone?

#crenny #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #sp crenny #CrennyWeek2021 #south park #crenny mctucker

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Falling In Love

Nick Jackson X Fem Reader

Summary: Y/n and Nick grew up together. They had been best friends since they were teenagers, trying to make it big in the world of wrestling. Deep down inside Y/n and Nick always had feelings for one another but never admitted it, afraid it would ruin what they had. They both ended up with other people but were never truly happy with their partners. What happens when fate brings them back together and both are single for the first time in a long time? What happens when after 17 years Nick realised he’s still in love with Y/n?

Mentions: of death (reader is a widow), injures,

Main Masterlist (Word count: 2k)

I sat in the private Elite locker room crying into the chest of one my best friends in the whole world, Nick Jackson. We met when I was 16 and he was 17, starting our wrestling journey together, wrestling in the backyard promotion his older brother Matt started. I loved Nick, we spent our whole careers together. He has been there for me through EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. The past few months have been hectic. The Elite which consisted of myself, Matt, Nick and Kenny had recently made our triumphant return after the whole suspension thing and ever since my life has been a living hell.

I had made my return a few weeks earlier than the boys at AEW’s first Canadian show. I begged Tony Khan to let me do anything on the show. I had been working for years to bring the show to Canada, nonetheless my hometown of Toronto. After countless meetings and paperwork, I somehow managed to show up in Toronto. I still get goosebumps thinking about the Pop I got from the audience. I made an open challenge to fight anyone and Tay Conti answered it. During my match, I somehow managed to pull the muscles in my abdomen. Unfortunately for me, Aubrey Edwards had no choice but to call the match due to my injury. I didn’t want the match to end but I could not stand, and therefore it was out of my hands to make the call.

That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I’ve wrestled matches with broken bones and had death matches, but I injured myself by botching a tiger roll. I was making my return, trying to put what happened behind me but of course, it’s never that easy. It was even worse when I started crying as I was practically carried out by staff. Out of the 16 years I’ve been wrestling I had only gotten a match stopped two other times. Both of which I was knocked out and had to be carried out on a stretcher because I almost died.

But that was in October, It’s now May and once again I am injured. Nick just held me in his arms and said nothing, knowing I just needed to get this cry out.

“What’s wrong with me Nick,” I said sobbing uncontrollably

“Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you” He replied in a soothing tone

“Yes, there is, how come out of all of my years wrestling I barely ever get injured but ever since I came back all I am is hurt.”

He said nothing

“October, I started crying in the ring which I have never done before and almost gave myself a hernia, February I almost shattered my ankle and I still have this nasty ass bone bruise. Now, It's May and the Doctor told me if my shoulder doesn’t get better soon I might have to get surgery. I can’t be out for months with a shoulder injury”

Nick knew everything I said was true. These past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone. The boys regained their Trios championships then lost it and I won the Ring Of Honour women's championship the past December at final battle. Not to mention the unexpected loss of one of our great friends and my baby daddy James. The last thing is the main problem. My mind was constantly thinking of James and that I am a fresh single mother with an 11-month-old was enough to throw me off my game and cause my injuries.

“Y/N..” Nick says my name almost in a whisper “Whatever happens, I just want you to know that I am always going to be here for you. No matter what happens, ok. I love you, always.” He then placed a delicate kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back, something that never failed to help me calm down.

Just then Matt and Kenny walked in. The four of us were family, being there for the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Kenny was holding my daughter, Elizabeth or as I liked to call her Lizzy. It was the name James picked out, she looked exactly like him. He handed her to me and I held her close to my chest. It pained me knowing she would never get to know her father. She was only 5 months old when he died, my only child, our little miracle, and I had no idea how I was going to do this on my own. Luckily I have some great people to help me get through it.

That night after dynamite I went back to my hotel room, exhausted. Lizzy was upset. There were too many people, it was loud, and not to mention all of the fellow wrestlers wanted to hold her. My little angel was just like her father, not a people person. That meant the evening consisted of me holding her tight as she was wrapped around my chest. Liz wouldn't let Britt or even Dana hold her without crying again so that meant I couldn't make it ringside for the boy’s match. Once I returned to the room and somehow managed to put Lizzy down for bed before having a shower and getting ready for bed. I stood in the mirror looking at my right shoulder, although I was able to move it more (thanks to some crazy rehab) the nasty bruising remained. The “Cody Boob” as I liked to call it as it looked similar to Cody’s torn pectoral. Just as I was lost in my thoughts I heard a faint knock on my hotel room door. I was surprised when I saw Nick standing there.

“Hey” Nick whispered

“Hi” I replied, tiredly

“I just wanted to check on you, see how you are doing. I heard about the little situation with Liz”

“Oh, that. She’s fine. Too many people I guess….Do you wanna come in?”

As I invited Nick inside my hotel room I noticed something different about him. I wasn’t too sure what it was. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the evergreen scent of his body wash on his skin. He wore black sweats, a black T-shirt along with a pair of Jordans. All normal things, yet something was different. Was it the way his icy blue eyes looked at me? Was it the way he leaned on the doorframe? A million different things went through my mind as I finished in the washroom before returning to him. He sat on the bed, flipping through the channels as I joined him, snuggling close to his chest. I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up in the morning he was gone.

Nick’s POV:

As I sat in Matt’s and I’s shared hotel room all I could think about was Y/N. I know how hard things have been for her recently and I was genuinely worried for her.

“And then I was thinking we could do…, are you even listening to me, Nick?” Matt said in annoyance. I didn’t even notice I drowned him out

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea man” I replied, not even knowing what he had said.

“What’s wrong, is something bothering you?” he asked

“I’m fine Matt, just worried about Y/N,” I told him truthfully

“I think you worry about her too much. If I am being completely honest with you, I have no idea how you two never ended up together. You two wo-” “I’m getting a divorce” I cut Matt off. I could see his face drop at my words.

“What? What do you mean you are getting a divorce?” Matt said confusion and fear all over his face. “A few months ago, I filed for a divorce Matt, I am getting a divorce” I admitted ashamed of myself. “Why?” The tone in Matt’s voice was soft. He no longer looked shocked, he looked almost pained.

“To be honest with you I have no idea”. My marriage had always been rocky from the beginning, that was no secret. The long-running joke on BTE was that one day I would end up leaving my wife for Y/N. Everyone and their mother wanted Y/n and I to get together, they swore at some point we must have slept together but it never happened.

“Do you love her?” Matt asked the one question I had been dreading for years

“Who?” I played dumb

“Y/N, do you still love her?” I may or may not have told Matt that I was in love with Y/N after I was high on anesthetic after surgery a few years back and he’s never let it go.

“I need to get some air” I left before Matt could stop me.

My brain was going a million miles an hour, I just needed some time to think. I didn’t even notice that I ended up at Y/N’s room. I wanted to go back, but it was too late. I knocked quietly on the door. Hoping not to wake the baby up. When Y/N opened the door I felt some relief. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She must have just come out of the shower. My brain imagined myself in there with her. I mentally cursed at myself for thinking that, she was my best friend. She invited me inside and I sat on the bed, unsure what to do. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ I thought to myself. I decided to find something on the TV while I waited for her to return. Once she returned she rested her head on my chest. We were always very affectionate towards each other (sometimes a little too affectionate) so this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. So why did I feel so nervous?

We didn’t say anything, we just lay in silence. It was calming, I felt relaxed. I was going to move to be closer to her when I noticed she was asleep. Y/N looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Matt’s words replayed in my mind. “Do you still love her?” I always loved Y/N, but did I LOVE LOVE her? For the first time in a long time, the both of us were single. Y/N was the first person to know about my divorce, and her reaction was similar to Matt’s. I wanted to protect her, help her raise her daughter, I wanted her, I needed her, I wanted to be with her forever, I loved her and I hate myself for not doing anything about it. For the past 17 years she has been in my life and for the past 17 years I have been in love with her. Instead, I ignored my feelings and got married to someone else to ignore my true feelings. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind going a million miles an hour. I was lost in my own thoughts, a text from Matt broke my trance.

“Where are you?” he asked. Shit, how long had I been gone? I looked at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning. I wanted to stay with Y/N but Matt wouldn't stop texting me. So I had no choice but to leave.

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hmslusitania · 3 years

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so. i just finished s4 and uuuh. they're 100% gonna break eddie and ana up in s5 right? 'cause like, eddie was fucking shot and almost died, and instead of using that to (finally lbr) solidify the eddieana relationship, they made her and their relationship almost irrelevant. they made buck and buddie the focal point of it all. 'cause they had the time to solidify it, and yet they chose not to. how am i NOT supposed to think that's on purpose, y'know?

I think it was definitely on purpose and from what we know from various behind the scenes blogs and their dedicated work to keeping an eye on things, GW has been around for filming…exactly once and it was back at the very beginning. She’s in the official cast list for 5x01 so it’s my — not entirely unfounded, but certainly optimistic — belief that she’ll be there long enough for Eddie to break up with her and then she’ll simply be gone.

And I know you didn’t ask this and I haven’t had my coffee yet and I’m typing on my phone BUT I think my ideal season opening (like opening opening not the entire episode) would go like this:

We get the cold open, some wild call the 118 and maybe Athena all respond to, and it’s clearly the present day but then—

We get a flashback montage like that lady with the bicycle in the mudslide episode except it’s our folks

We see the month of May, Chimney confiding in Buck about his worries around Maddie’s health

We see the month of June, Eddie breaking up with Ana because she keeps hovering when he’s injured and trying to recover and he wants to just deal with it himself. He clearly has some ptsd going on but this is presumably not addressed

We see the month of July, Athena is notified that in the next couple months her attacker is going to trial

We see the month of August, Maddie is not improving at home, not with Chimney’s help, not with Buck helping take care of Jee when he can

Still in August, we see Eddie re-certify for his job and refuse to have a party about it and maybe this is where he tells Buck he doesn’t want to jinx it like Buck’s homecoming

Now it’s September and Athena’s case is moving to trial and she’s totally fine stop asking about it thanks

And then we’re up to present day and it’d an episode titled Panic for a reason

There’s a 0.00003% chance of this happening? But that’s what I’d do with it if I were writing. It gives us short scenes of Maddie that they could’ve filmed at the end of season 4 (which I saw rumour of them having done, along with Kenny and Oliver and a baby) which could dove tail into what I think they’re going to have to do with Maddie for 5A which is send her to a recovery place and (hopefully) have her communicate with her family via Skype as she heals. It gives us an insight into how Athena is doing with the news of her attacker going to trial which would of course be poorly but she’s putting on a brave face because she’s Athena and she doesn’t know how else to be. It gives us insight into Eddie’s recovery which is not going super smoothly but he’s fine of course he’s fine why wouldn’t he be fine he’s been shot before what else is new yes he did break up with his girlfriend but not because he’s not fine don’t be stupid he’s obviously FINE stop asking please.

And then we’ve got a three episode arc and my money is still very much on the lights going out at the very end of Panic when they’re all in a hospital together because of maybe the medevac helicopter rescue they listed in the summary and maybe this causes Eddie to have A Moment that he mistakes as a health scare but is of course a panic attack and our episode ends with the lights dying and Eddie in the hospital and our team having to leave him there, thereby separating him from the squad like Buck in 3x01 and Athena in 4x01.

I would kill for there to be a scene between just Athena and Eddie where they talk and maybe she recognises how exactly not fine he is and it’s a moment of self-recognition through the other in which she sees Eddie pretending to be fine and realises that she also is doing the same thing.

I would also kill for the inevitable (if it’s not inevitable I will manifest in Timothy’s home and steal all his left socks) breakup scene between Eddie and Ana to include her getting about as much dialogue as she normally gets — roughly zero because I am petty and small minded about it and I don’t like her. And as you very correctly pointed out, they could have used the whole “Eddie gets shot” thing to solidify their relationship and instead they used it to solidify Eddie and Buck’s relationship. Outstanding heterosexuality on display there, really.

Sorry for the ramble, thanks for coming by!

#I would also return timothy’s left socks in exchange for exactly one thing #that taykay only shows up in episode one on news screens reporting #not as an actual presence #and we get it implied but not addressed in episode one #that something went down with her and Buck’s relationship #but we simply don’t know the details until after the blackout arc #and at some point over the summer she got annoyed that all his energies #were focused on his sister and his BFF and not her #or that they could only hang out when he was babysitting either chris or jee #and she ultimatumed him #and it backfired #I will give Timothy his socks back and allow for an awkward exes friendship #in exchange for this #9-1-1 #blackout speculation #911 spoilers #the ghost ship answers questions #anti eddieana #anti bucktaylor #but only in the tags

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I've seen a lot of people do it, so if you are up for it~ Ship your moots!

FINALLY. THE AWAITED LIST OF MOOTS IS COMPLETE. sorry this took forever anon!!

now, this is going to be long & i will try not to overexplain my ship pairings. did i take time to think about each paring? yes. but, will they be serious? no. they are dumb & silly.

let the crack pairings begin <3!!

@dekusneakers x BAKUGOU & TODOROKI now you would think? sneakers in a throuple? how come? mmm simple. i couldn’t choose one for her so she gets both. the more the merrier. besides, she deserves love from both sides, kisses on both cheeks. one begrudgingly smooch & one icy kith. as a deku kin, she’s completely satisfied. you’re welcome

@izusun x AIZAWA & ORCA similarly, i can’t have my bestie here with just ONE babe. so, i thought why don’t we get a fatherly figure & a dad bod to give her all the love she needs. so yes, bestie, you two deserves hugs at both sides of you. a twiggy one & a muscly one. the sun needs some shade, & that shade is these men.

@midnightpirates x SUKUNA he’s a mass murderer !! you can’t— oh, but i can. you see, yanna here hates mahito & guess who was the one to fuck up his shit. ah, that’s right, it was sukuna. two mahito an/tis sitting in a tree <3 it’s the perfect match made in hell.

@goth-himbo-dabi x DOCTOR WHO once again, people might wonder: why not dabi? my answer? it’s because my bby here finds the twiggy men attractive. i know, bummer. & you can’t get any twiggy-er than david tennant & matt smith. but which doctor? all of them.

@minisheku x KAMINARI i see you simp for his dunce face. & honestly, who wouldn’t?? also, i originally put sheepku,, but that’s ,, a bit weird. but, here’s the solution. you OWN a sheepku, with kaminari. ah yes, a modern day family unit. & he can entertain you, as well as be a source of electricity for your drawing tablet !! resources !!

@oyavaski x EN you said he was hot literally in your tags earlier in a reblog. so, i am simply gifting you water to quench your thirst. may you two meet in afo, & fall in love in the subconscious of deku’s mind. will deku feel awks? yeah. but like pfft, he’s so whipped for bkg, he’ll forget you two chilling in the corner of his thoughts.

@okworstie x GOJO & WATARI i never have to look up the gojo tag, like ever. because you’re always plastering his face all over my timeline. & yes, this is a good thing. but, the same applies to watari. i have never even seen bakudiez, or whatever it’s called, but apparently he’s aro, & there’s a moth man, & tape hits post limit thursday’s? yeah just keep both, mimi.

@rrandomtthings x AN/TI as one of fellow loyal, amazing bkdks, i think it’s only fitting that you find true love with a bkdk an/ti. create the banti we seek in our community. the enemies to lovers trope is in your blood, written in your deku genes. so, i dedicate the banti movement with this small offering of a ship. may you find diamonds on the minecraft server & build a diamond cabin.

@believeyourgalaxy x ITADORI you two are such cinnamon rolls !!!! super friendly. super kind. super relatable. & together, you guys can pin over megumi. maybe hopefully, sam can help itadori with his low iq brain to finally get together with megumi. because damn, sam can be like “this is my boyfriend, itadori. & this is itadori’s boyfriend, megumi.”

@wrensknight x SHIRAKUMO i didn’t even know it was oboro birthday, until you not only made a public post about to, but made art for him. cloud boy needs that partner to respect & cherish him entirely. & you just treat him so right?? draw him so good?? i hope you can go cloud watching & then later, ride the clouds with him. till death do you guys uh,, you know,,

@b1m0 x MIDORIYA you can't stand when he gets injured, let alone reckless & trying to save the world, when he should literally be saving his own ass. but, that just means you care about him DEEPLY. plus, you both are wholesome people. obviously two cinnamon rolls make a whole bakery !! & who doesn't want a bakery ?? i sure do! wehjw idk why i brought the point here, but just know you two make sense.

@mysterionrising x RENGOKU & VIGILANTE DEKU it’s that enemies to lovers trope once again !! for someone who wrote him off as annoying the first seconds she met him, kenny sure flipped over to the stan side. ever since then, i can only see kenny when i see rengoku. but, you know who else reminds me of kenny. vigilante deku. it’s super fruity that you have an entire bomb playlist for him. so keep him too !!

@kamishima x KIRISHIMA you are the biggest kiri simp i have ever met. you basically ship kiri with anyone who makes him happy. though, you do have a lot of ships, but with kiri it’s different. & so, i was thinking ‘mmm, if bug ships kiri with so many people?? shouldn’t she ship him with HERSELF?’ boom. suddenly both kiri & bug are happy, with a lovely home. my work here is done.

@ckatsudon x LAW LIET did i dig through your blog. why yes. & you know what i found? reblogs & tags dedicated to L. he’s best boy. he’s precious. he deserves a better end. an end with you. mmhmm !! because if we rewrote death note, where you were light, i think L & light could have been canon. & that also would make you happy. & the rest of the entire world

@drfox-kinnie x UNIKITTY i don’t even know the show, let alone who unikitty is exactly. but, you reblogged a banner, confirming your love for unikitty. & so, i am of course doing you a big favor !! she’s bubbly, friendly, & passionate just like you !! & bestie, while i may not know nothing about her, i know you love her. so, maybe you two platonically have a wonderful time, adventuring with the other wholesome characters !! also,, is she big enough to travel on? if so, look i got you a cat car!!

@midorree x MINACHAKO i ship you with another ship. why? because i can. besides, you are like my moot who is genuinely a head leader of the minachako ship on my timeline, & you have steadily been converting me?? but, i also noticed that mina AND uraraka have stolen your heart, & you have yet to fight them for it back. i hope you three can go into a brawl & see who can grab each other’s hands fastest.

@kiribakuxkacchakolover x HATSUME YOU HAVE IT AS YOUR TITLE HEADER. like you are literally having a billboard that calls mei your cutie patootie. &, you ask, & you shall receive. i hope you two can be the dorkiest nerds together, & ramble for eons & eons. i hope i’m invited to the transformer wedding you two will have <,3

@balaroo x MIRUKO like before, you too have your interest out in the open in your title header. but, you see, miruko is a total babe, with confidence & ego & with this stride that makes even the most alpha male quiver. you would be a total wife to miruko’s girlboss energy & that’s why this ship totally works.

@quix-mix x FREDDY FAZBEAR my precious lil young moot, i dug into your blog & noticed you enjoy the fnaf games. & mmm are you perhaps wanting to cuddle a certain demonic teddy bear? well, i approve. he'll fall in love, head over heels, with your art, he might not possess you right away !! might. but, listen, you always do enjoy the villains (; i gotchu !!

@lonely-rabbit x LANCE you said we’re moots & i agree, we are. however, i have noooo idea what even are your preferences. so, i went digging. & it’s such a coincidence that we bonded over our voltron trauma, & yet you still continue to simp over lance. &, like i don’t blame you !!! he’ll always be dumb baby & so all i ask is that you love him, for our sake. & sanity.

#star responds #THIS TOOK FOREVER STILL #EVEN WITH MY SHORT EXPLANATIONS #but tadaaaa #the moots have now been complied #& ahajsbkssj i HOPE you all like your pairings. even the dumb ones <#I ALREADY KNOW SOME OF YALL WILL LAUGH LMAOO #otherwise if you want to roast me & what my pairing would be. pls feel free to do so #this was so fun omgg thank you anon for this opportunity!!#anon #moots

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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Top 5 Character Deaths That Made Me Side-Eye the Writers

There are a lot of character deaths in TWDG... obviously. It a series about the literal dead walkin’ around and eating people, so as you’re playing, one of your favorite characters is bound to meet such a fate. To give this series credit, it does have quite a few well-executed deaths that, while I hate them, they have a purpose in the story that works.

The best example of this is Lee’s death-- we all hate that Lee dies, but it’s well-done. It serves its purpose, it acted as both a shock and a slow-burn for the player, and left us all an emotional mess.

However, we’re not talking about the “good” deaths today. No, we’re talking about the character deaths that are poorly executed, cheap, lazy, and just plain dumb... they’re the deaths that make me side-eye the writing team and wonder what the fuck happened there.

By the way, it was reeeeeeal fun narrowing it down to only five deaths, because it seems like for every great death, there’s at least two bad ones.

5. Mariana and her death that ruined ANF’s potential story

I’ve talked at length about Mariana’s death and how much I hate it. Like, I get it TWDG... you love your sudden deaths and you’re so edgy for killing off a child character because you’ve never done that before... but maybe consider things a little further before pulling the trigger?

Yeah, killing off Mariana the way they did got a reaction outta people when it happened, and we got the burial scene if you stayed with Clementine... but you didn’t consider the future of this storyline? You pretend you did by name dropping Mari when it’s convenient, but then throw it out the window when it comes to characters like David or Gabe.

Listen, I know that ANF is a mess and what’s the point in telling the mess that it’s a mess? Well, I’m still annoyed at the writers for wasting the biggest opportunity for this game’s story, something that could’ve saved it from being a mess.

And I get it, you gotta make a death quota, so instead of killing Mariana off... why not kill Kate off instead? Oh no? We don’t get the stupid love triangle that no one actually enjoys or is engaged in?

Instead of this dumb story about Javi falling in love with his sister-in-law but oh no David’s back.... we could’ve had a story about Javi losing Kate and being left to care for two children by himself. Mariana and Gabe are all he has left, and he going to do whatever he can to keep them safe all while the three of them are mourning Kate.

Then David comes back, and he immediately takes these kids away from Javi.

There is no stupid storyline with Kate, but an actual conflict between two brothers who were never on the same page and two kids caught in the middle.

Plus, Mariana herself as a character really could’ve brought something to the table. She could’ve brought out a lot in David’s character since she seems to be more like Javi.

Her death is just... annoying. It’s frustrating when you know they could’ve told a better story with her alive, something ANF desperately needed.

My side-eye is one of disappointment and annoyance.

4.Luke and his easily preventable drowning

Ugh.... where to even begin?

Luke really just gets butchered as a character throughout the second half of S2, and the writers end up demolishing the set up they placed at the beginning of the season for a Luke vs Kenny thing.

Why? Well, Luke vs Kenny was the initial ending they were gonna go with, but because this season went through all kinds of bullshit, they scrapped that and replaced Luke with Jane... and it’s so dumb.

Hell, it kind of ruins a lot. Not only did it ruin Luke, a character that many players loved, but it forces the new character of Jane, who we only get two episodes to get to know, so they can fade Luke out.

But that’s not all.

His death is so... ugh. It’s stupid, okay? Stupid and easily preventable, but noooo... we gotta kill Luke off for reasons because all we know is that S1 killed off a lot of characters and we’re gonna do that again but worse because we failed to understand what made those deaths impactful in the first place.

Lots of character death and despair = good game.

Yep, uh-huh. Okay.

So we all know that Luke’s leg is hurt, yeah? Great, so you’d think that the group that has an injured man and a new born baby would be extra cautious and go around the frozen lake. Yeah, Arvo says that it’s safe but let’s not take any chances.

But no. We gotta go across like a group of dingdongs and whattya know-- the ice begins to crack beneath Luke’s feet. Now, even here, we coulda got him outta there safely... if Bonnie wasn’t a dingus.

Think about it. If we shot the walkers who were coming towards Luke with all their weight, he could’ve slowly scooted away, even if he’s already fallen through. BUT NO. Bonnie either guilts Clementine into going towards him, adding more weight to the already fragile ice as Luke tells her to stop, or Bonnie will go over there herself... and she’s a full grown woman soooo her weight breaks the ice.

Good job, you dipsticks.

When you have to make your characters into morons in order to move the plot along and kill off characters....maybe do some rethinking, yeah?

3. Mitch and his shock-value death

This death is so dumb... so incredibly, dumb. Even now, I can’t help but give full side-eye to the writers every time one of them tries to justify this death.

I’m sorry, but this death didn’t have the impact you wanted it to have. And because there’s always someone who says, “Mitch didn’t die for shock value, you just can’t tell the difference between a good and bad death” lemme tell you a thing.

What was the point of killing of Mitch? Well, according to those who worked on TFS, it was to show that Lilly and the delta are serious. This is when shit gets real, and when Lilly is established as a bad bitch who will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. We should be scared of her now.

Except no.

This scene doesn’t tell me that Lilly is a bad bitch. It tells me that she has good reflexes, and going off her reaction after killing Mitch.... I’m not fucking scared of this dumbass. If anything, this scene says more about Mitch than it does Lilly. It says that Mitch is also a dumbass for running at her like he did.

Y’know what would’ve been more impactful? If Mitch didn’t immediately get stabbed in the throat, but instead, actually got her on the ground and struggled with Lilly. Then, Lilly gets the upper hand and when you think she’s about to send Mitch to the cart, she fucking murders him in front of everyone to prove a point.

There’s no remorse, it’s slow enough for Lilly to actually process what’s happening and show that she does know what she’s doing. That would scare me. That would show me that these people aren’t fucking around and they’re willing to kill some of them if that means getting the rest for their army.

You still get your shock value death but it actually does something other than kill a character off.

I’m really supposed to believe this is the same Lilly who can order to have Louis’ tongue cut off?

But it doesn’t end there. No, no... there’s another part to Mitch’s death that annoys me, and it’s how insistent everyone was that his death is going to have a greater impact on the second half of the story. It had a purpose within the story, we did it for a reason.

...I mean, it has an impact on Willy and his arc for the second half.

But that’s it.

Oh... oh, what’s that? Oh, you were referring to those throwaway lines about Tenn? “He was screwing up again, just like when he got Mitch killed.”

OOOOOH.... I see, that’s what Mitch’s death was really amounting to... some lines dealing with whether or not AJ shot Tenn. Well, I guess I was wrong. Mitch’s death wasn’t just shock value. It really had a big purpose. In fact, Mitch’s death has the biggest impact on the series. Fuck Marlon and Brody’s deaths, and Lilly and James, and hell, fuck Tenn’s death, too. They’re meaningless compared to Mitch’s death. You did it, guys. You really did it.

....Okay, I’m done. I’m just... salty, I fully admit.

Being serious again, Mitch’s death is probably the worst in TFS as far as unpreventable deaths go and the real reason I side-eye the writers is because they tried to tell us it was going to have this huge impact in the future and it just... didn’t.

2. Nick and his offscreen death.

I’m sorry, but what the fuck happened here? Why- what are you- how the hell did this happen??

I’m actually baffled.

Someone wrote this.

They set up at the end of ep3 that Nick is shot.... then ep4 comes and we find him like this. I just... did someone on the writing staff not wanna do their job that day? Someone was working on the story and at the last minute forgot Nick was a character, so they were like “Eh, he’s not important anyway, and it adds to the shittiness of everything so we’ll pretend this was 100% intentional.”

Nick was one of your more interesting characters and you really thought killing him off like this was the way to go, huh?

Like, his first death is shitty, but in the very least it kind of makes sense.

But this?

This is horrible. If I wrote this, I’d be embarrassed.

I just... I’m so tired of S2 right now.

This is at #2 because it’s just lazy, bad writing. At least with Luke, Mitch, and Mariana, we got to see their deaths and they had some, even if just a little, impact on the story afterward.

But Nick?

Nothin’.

Even Luke, who is the closest person to Nick, name drops him maybe twice? It’s just.... nothing.

And yeah, you can come at me with the “oh well not every death has to have meaning!”

This is a story, okay? This is a story crafted with characters who have arcs by people who wanted it to be a success, and usually that means having satisfying conclusions.... or, intentionally unsatisfying if that acts as a natural conclusion to their story or is a reoccurring theme.

Nick’s death is just the writers falling flat on their faces and hoping no one would notice.

1. Sarah and both of her shitty deaths.

Ugh. UGH.

Okay.

I’m not even side-eyeing anymore-- I’m fully glaring.

I don’t have to tell you how shitty both of Sarah’s deaths are. We all played S2, we all know that no matter what you do, Sarah dies in ep4. You can try to save her, she lives a little bit longer, and then falls to her death... and both deaths have her being devoured alive by walkers.

Now, this is enough to annoy me. First off, I guess my choices don’t really matter. Sure, you can justify this as one of those “sometimes you can’t save someone, no matter how hard you try” ...and fine. Sure, if they had bothered to execute that point well, then great.

But I disagree that the writers had that in mind when they were killing Sarah off.

In fact, I know what what going on in their brains-- “God, can’t wait to kill Sarah off! Give us any reason to do it! She’s so damn annoying!”

The writers have openly admitted that a lot of the team were just waiting to kill Sarah off, waiting for any reason, so when the major part of the community who take everything at surface level because why think? kept complaining about Sarah, they jumped on the opportunity to kill her off.... but the deaths are dumb.

Listen, this isn’t like when the writers planned on killing Lee off. You can plan a death and even be excited about it because you’re excited about the story and execution of it all. You can be excited to see the heartbreaking end of this character’s story that you crafted because you know you put everything you had into it.

These deaths were lazy and the product of a team who didn’t care about the character. Sarah dies and no one cares.

Sure, you leave her to die the first time and Jane does her thing about how you can’t save everyone, she talks about Jaime, and then Luke exposes himself as the fake Luke by agreeing that leaving Sarah behind was probably the right thing. Like what?

Now as much as I hate that first one, the second one is even worse.

For some reason, Sarah is standing in the corner while they’re trying to fight off the walkers instead of being inside with Rebecca... y’know, where she would be if this was logical.

Then the deck breaks and Sarah falls, trapped under a pile of wood. Jane, despite being the one who sees Sarah as a liability, goes down there to try and help her after Clementine begs her to.

But because the writers don’t know what they’re doing, Jane gets hit by a random piece of wood and can’t get Sarah out in time, leaving her to be eaten alive by walkers.

Then AJ is born and no one cares about Sarah ever again.

I just....

Could’ve had an interesting story arc with a character who just lost her father in such a gruesome way, a character that already deals with anxiety and other problems that you never bothered to explain other than “she isn’t like Clementine” and you could’ve had her grow.

But I guess that would’ve taken effort.... and screen time away from Kenny, and god forbid we ever do that.

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Honorable Mentions

-Ava falling to her death in the most comedic way possible, made even more hilarious by David’s two seconds of mourning. -Omid.... because hope is dead. Do you get it? Hope? is dead? Because Omid means hope? Do you get it?? -Honestly you could put most of S2′s deaths on this list because oh my god. -Ben because I’m still a salty bitch. -I also wanna add Louis and Violet’s deaths on the bridge mostly because they die, Clem is sad for two seconds, Tenn says sorry, and then no one cares. Yeah, yeah, they mourned off screen and I call that lazy bullshit. -Hell, throw Tenn’s death on here, too, for similar reasons-- no one but Louis/Violet and AJ seem to care. Even Clementine is like “whatever” after it happens.

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Y’know, picking this one seemed like a good idea at the time, but by now I’m just annoyed by all these dumb deaths. So, what are your thoughts? Are there any deaths that make you question the writers that didn’t end up on the list? Do you agree or disagree with my list? Lemme know, we can have a friendly discussion about it.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 Favorite Louis Moments

#twdg t5f #twdg clementine #twdg javier #twdg kate #twdg mariana #twdg gabe #twdg david #twdg luke #twdg jane #twdg kenny #twdg nick #twdg sarah #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg tenn #after this i need to talk about muh boy #louis content coming next friday

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And so, we hit 20 followers early, lol. Woo! If you have any critiques on my headcanons or want to add more, let me know!

Also, some of these probably don't make sense, so allow me to put in some context. I see Red as a secret hopeless romantic and that even when she's older, she enjoys reading about fairy tales and all that. And secretly loves watching Disney films. This is due to me loving Disney too much and getting ideas from them, lol.

But yeah, that's about it for some context that I can think I can explain right now. If you wanna ask anything about my headcanons, that's allowed too.

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(These are headcanons for aged up Revin, just a warning/ saying. Just to be sure you guys know that. And also, these are subject to change at any point in time because I just love making hcs/ changing up my hcs for fun)

-Before they got together, they were always sad and watching from afar whenever the other was with someone. Now that they are together, they get jealous every now and again instead.

-But Kevin is the one who gets jealous more due to Red being one of the popular girls and is generally seen as a really pretty girl by most guys at their school.

-They both really frickin' love each other. Like if they had to give up their favorite thing just to be with the other, they would not hesitate to do so.

-Both of them are also huge dorky geeks and you can't tell me otherwise. Though Kevin is clearly more of a geek than Red.

-They have specific nicknames for each other. Kevin's nickname for Red is "My Goddess" or "My Alien Queen" and Red's nickname for him is "My Sweet Prince".

- But also, Red rarely calls him by his full name. Always calling him "Kev" unless she's mad at him.

- In the genderbent world/ universe, only Robbie has a nickname for Kassie so far. He calls her "My Sweet Star".

- They have specific ringtones for each other. Kevin has "Just The Way You Are" by Bruno Mars for Red. And Red has "Love On Top" by Beyoncé for Kevin.

- Kevin got her a black rose necklace for one of her birthdays. The same black rose necklace she would constantly stare at whenever they had dates at the mall. She would tell him that he didn't need to buy it for her and yet he did, anyway. Meanwhile in a genderbent world, Robbie would have gotten Kassie a Star Trek necklace.

- Then what Red got Kevin that he treasures so much is a custom Stormtrooper motorcycle helmet that he wears whenever they go on rides on Red's motorcycle.

- Kevin always gets her a bouquet of red roses whenever he can afford it and Red does her best to lengthen the lives of the roses. While Robbie gives Kassie a bouquet of forget me nots.

-Their first kiss wasn't as romantic as Kevin hoped it would be, he ended up headbutting her out of pure nervousness. And despite getting better at kissing, Red regularly brings up the incident to him and her friends.

-Most of their dates consists of just watching Sci-Fi movies at Red's place with some snuggling in between.

-But their favorite kind of date is strolling around with ice cream in their hands. Well, it's mostly Kevin's favorite as he enjoys watching Red messily eat ice cream and happily cleaning her face.

-Though if their date is to somewhere outside and it gets cancelled because of rain, they will simply slow dance to old music with the rain softly being heard in the background.

-They always celebrate Chinese New Year together and even wear the traditional clothes for it. And once they get married and have a family of their own, they get their kids to wear traditional clothing too.

- And speaking of getting married... When they do get married, their first dance will be based on the first dance from the live-action Cinderella movie. (The only good live action adaptation, imo-)

- Because they loved practicing and performing that dance, they can't help but recreate it whenever they have nothing to do at home.

-They rarely go to Kevin's house to hang out because Kevin's mom will literally not leave the two alone despite Kevin's countless protests.

-Kevin's mom absolutely adores the red head Kevin is dating. Which Kevin appreciates but sometimes, she can be a bit too much.

- Red's parents, on the other hand, while they tease Red on how overwhelming sweet she is to Kevin, they respect them enough to leave them alone together. (That or they are too busy with each other, lol-)

-They love wearing matching outfits/ shirts whenever they go out for dates. (Yo, I don't know about you guys but this shit is legit the most cutest thing a couple can do) (Also, lowkey want to see them with like Mickey and Minnie Mouse ears but I can't draw, so yeah. :/)

-Because he's an adorable little gentleman, he always waits on Red after his basketball practice to take her home. Whether it be a long cheerleading or volleyball practice, he will always wait for her. Granted, because of how long they take, he ends up falling asleep each time but Red always appreciates the gesture and/or thought.

-Part of the headcanon above is Kevin learning first aid just to tend for Red whenever she gets injured during these practices.

- And then when it's Kevin who's busy with his practice for basketball, Red returns the favor by waiting for him and then taking him home on her motorcycle.

- During their respective events, the other will do their absolute best to cheer for the other.

-Kevin always takes stolen pictures of Red and posts them on Instagram with the caption "Just my red head goddess looking beautiful as always" or anything cheesy and sweet like that.

- Red does the same, sometimes. She captions them with the sweetest thing she could ever type or pretty much just describes what's happening in the picture.

-Kevin tries his best to be more suave and less dorky around Red by like trying to flirt and using tips from Kenny and Clyde but whenever he uses them on Red, he quickly becomes a blushing mess which Red always finds to be hella cute.

-Red just absolutely loves grabbing Kevin's face and giving him Eskimo kisses. To which, no one's surprise, Kevin absolutely loves, too.

-As much as other people dislike it, Red loves (or maybe gets even turned on, heh) whenever Kevin speaks all geeky and stuff like that. Meanwhile, Kevin really loves it whenever the girl speaks Klingon.

-No matter what Red does, Kevin will always find what she does to be the absolute most coolest shit he's ever seen. He always loves to gush about how cool his red head goddess is.

-Even though it's a struggle for her, Red's doing her best to give up her smoking addiction just for Kevin to stop worrying about her health.

-When they start living together, Kevin adopts an adorable Siberian Husky puppy for her to keep her company while he's at work and then that's their baby until they get married.

- But before that happens, he will be the one who buys her little black kitten, Serendipity, for one of her birthdays.

-Speaking of living together, the jobs they'll be having are the following: Kevin is a streamer who streams pretty much anything that he wants to stream and Red is a model. They keep their dating life private for the most time. Mostly due to Red not wanting to steal attention from Kevin in any streams.

(They didn't look like a lot from where I originally posted them but, I guess, I shouldn't be so surprised, lol. I am Revin trash, after all.)

#south park #red sp #sp red #idk what else to put here #red x kevin #kevin x red #kevin stoley #sp revin #revin #red tucker #south park red #red mcarthur #south park headcanons #south park ships

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