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literalgrill · 4 months

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Do NOT Support Hard Drive On Patreon

You might see friends today suggesting you support Hard Drive on Patreon today. You know, the funny video games version of The Onion? As a journalist, I will firmly tell you DO NOT GIVE THEM A DIME.

The CEO has pushed out all former staff that have built the site up to its current greatness and has been pushing the use of AI. The staff begged to have a Patreon before basically all being pushed out, but the idea was refused until now, when it will only line the pockets of a single person instead of hard working writers.

I know they might have provided laughs before, but Hard Drive is a shell of what it was once. Let it die and support the people who actually made those moments of joy possible. Don't believe me? Check out what former employees are saying below:

Kevin Podas: Okay you know what, I would feel bad saying nothing about this, so here goes:🚨SAVE YOUR MONEY🚨

We passionately advocated for a Patreon at Hard Drive & were aggressively shot down. The talent & people who built the site were pushed out. To see this now is beyond upsetting. For the past few years or so I put a lot of myself into this website. I pitched a ton of jokes, got over 120 articles published, & met a lot of great people. I'm sure if you've been following me for some time you could easily see this.

However, there is a lot of misinformation. I was eventually promoted to Managing Editor of the site & was ecstatic. Grateful for the opportunity. Felt like all of my hard work in the comedy mines was finally paying off. But things took a turn for the worst, & each day there were new surprises that affected our livelihoods. These were all very avoidable surprises, mind you.

A patreon was going to be our hail mary, but alas, for some reason, the power that be did not want it. Causing us to leave a dream job behind. "At least we did all we could," we consoled ourselves afterwards. I put a lot of myself into this project. I pitched all sorts of ideas that could have helped-- we all did. Merch collaborations, Patreon-integrated YouTube content, so much more. And most of them were shot down out of sheer stubbornness and nothing more. To see lie after lie spread, and multiple big publications and YouTubers that I am a fan of promote this Patreon under these pretenses is incredibly upsetting. There are so many receipts.

Please share this and consider pulling out if you've already put money into this. On Hard Drive using AI, also from Kevin Podas: I can't personally confirm that part aside from some of the recent header images for articles on both Hard Drive and Hard Times are being made with AI. As far as writing, it's been mentioned in the past, but I personally do not know. Maybe others do, maybe not. MORE From Kevin Podas suggesting the owner denying a Patreon being set up earlier cost an artist a job that was replaced by AI: We had a social media person who was awesome! He made the images until this AI implementation. He had to leave because ad revenue was low and a Patreon was aggressively refused.

Luca Fisher: at the risk of burning some bridges, i have to back up kevin here. i've only been part-time, in-and-out of hard drive since i got in last year, but i can corroborate that management doubled and tripled down about not hosting a patreon/crowdfunding and that many other suggestions and ideas, including mine (and ones much smarter than mine!), were shot down in really long, apocalyptic threads of everyone left on deck desperately trying to come up with ways to keep the lights on. managerially it has been messy and sad

i've written for multiple publications that have long since died, ones that were in the process of dying, and ones that, in this case, are soon to be put in the ground. it is sad and sucks every time. i don't know what could have been done differently, but i do know that a lot of great writers and content creators were left shorthanded and unhappy by the way things have gone. and it is sort of puzzling to see the sudden championing of patreon after we were all told plenty of times that it couldn't work and we should move on also, just to add my own personal two cents here, i was really disappointed by the shuttering of many different article sections on the site over the past 6-8 months. i understand cutting corners in a deficit, and i know it had to be done. that said…

all in all, i'm really sad to see this all happen. i don't fault anyone, if only because i don't really know enough about how this all can happen to make sense of it. games journalism is in a sad, sorry state, and will likely no longer be a thing in the next decade

VideoSealMan: I'm gonna say this because I think I deserve to. For months, MONTHS on end I was bugging Hard Drive management about a Patreon. Often I got ignored for a week+, but when I actually got a response I was encouraged to - of all things, write up a Google Doc pitching the concept I did it regardless. I wasn't the only one trying to sway management on a Patreon, but so fiercely was I fighting for it that last night, I was accused of making this comment directly by the CEO! With no evidence whatsoever! After I'd been gone for over a month.

I vouched so hard for Patreon because I wanted all the writers and creatives working with Hard Drive including myself to get paid better. When I actually got a response, the idea was often shut down. Eventually due to the state of my company, my pay was cut for a second time I confronted management alongside a couple other important figureheads at the org and told them that if we couldn't do a Patreon - I could no longer financially justify staying there. The answer was still no, so I left. Baffled at the decision, but whatever.

It is unendingly frustrating to know that myself and many other people who put their soul into Hard Drive LEFT because of management's absolute refusal to compromise on a Patreon, to then see them launch one anyway a month later and get over 1000 people pledging money. I'm seeing a lot of things float around about greed and people being fired. No one was fired. Everyone who left, left because they were sick of management's decision-making. And honestly, management is a lot of things but I would not call them greedy. (From my experience.) They did genuinely make an effort to pay people as much as possible. I found the pay very fair for a while. I am not disputing that I was paid what I was owed - yet management frequently feels the need to remind critics of that. Lmao, yes. I was paid what I was owed. No one is disputing payment. You did the bare minimum a business owner should do and paid everyone their due, very well done. I make no allegations of greed, cheating or foul play. I make allegations of poor management and incompetence that has fucked over other people.

Basically the only people left at Hard Drive have been there for about 2 months. They will reap the rewards of this successful Patreon I and so many others passionately fought for for so long. We will not see a dime.

I do not know the new people at Hard Drive, But I feel bad for them. They were haphazardly thrust into Hard Drive's workplace with little to no explanation on how anything works, or given any context on the state of the place. Even now managements feeds them half-truths and misinformation about other people's grievances. I am broke and have been for a while. I had to move out of my flat in Reading and back with my family because of how little money I was making. This has basically doomed my flatmate to moving back in with abusive parents, which is something I feel guilty about every day. If we had gone with the Patreon I worked myself hoarse over back then, this could have been avoided. Some of my other good pals could also not have been fucked over.

It was a bad judgment call, but it's not a crime. It's just management getting it wrong.

So should you give to the Hard Drive Patreon? I don't know! I don't think any of the new people working there to patch up the holes left by the recent mass exodus have any bad intentions. Maybe they deserve it! But it is not the same site you knew a year ago, or even a month ago. Myself and many people who were there far longer than me and did far more for it than I did are all gone now because we could not deal with management's terrible decision-making and dogass communication any longer. That's what you should know, imo

I had an agreement in place with management that I would receive the next 8 months of revenue from the Hard Drive YT channel from my leaving in November. This was a deal I appreciated, and thought was very fair on management's behalf. So far, the deal has been honoured for 2 months. However as of last night I was removed from the Hard Drive Slack without warning, and as an editor for the YouTube channel. This means I no longer have any way of verifying how much I am owed, I just have to take their word for it. I'm sure management will make their own statements full of half-truths and weird language on the many cases being brought against them - I'd take everything they say with a pinch of salt if some of the screenshots I've seen of them talking about me are any indication lol

To management; I do not want to talk to you. I want you to DM me a screenshot of how much I'm owed every month and then send me the money per our agreement until June, then we can go our separate ways. Do that and admit to your mistakes, and maybe you can recover your reputation! That's it from me, lol. If they pull out of the deal and fuck me over I'll have more to say, but most of what I know is other people's stories of incompetence and poor decision-making, lol. I genuinely get no pleasure out of doing this; I do not think management is evil - I just think they're really bad at what they do and it's cost other, more talented people, lol. You should believe the writers imo

One last thing I wanna say btw, management did often stress that no one should try to make Hard Drive a full time thing. They were transparent about that, and that is fair. I was working on it because at a few points, I was lead to believe we actually were doing a Patreon. Many other ppl have similar stories of being strung along by management changing their minds and stop-starting shit every 2 weeks. We all made the fatal mistake of overestimating our manager - who would tell you one thing one day and something totally opposite the next week lol

Hunter R. Thompson:

I'm not your dad, but speaking as a Hard Drive writer, I don't know that funding Hard Drive on Patreon is worth it

The driving talent on the back end—behind the kickass site I joined in 2019—have peaced out over the years as the site's been (in our view) increasingly mismanaged. Mismanagement like, not setting up crowdfunding before the ship sank and all its best crew failed; or publishing a screenshot of Andy Ngo pedojacketing a trans writer, complete with her deadname; or a disgruntled ex-writer getting falsely accused of shit-talk, by actual staff. I'm grateful for the writing I've gotten to produce for HD (and will forever be kicking myself for not writing even more, in the four years I've had to do it!! i'm a dumbass!!!) but it is very much no longer the site I signed up for.

I don't want to resign as a contributor altogether, because I'm open to the idea of the site recovering and bad practices being retired as finances level out-- it would just be dishonest for potential backers to not be Aware Of The Circumstances, I think.

Jeremy Kaplowitz: i truly don't want to start shit, but feel compelled to say: i want to see Hard Drive succeed w/o resorting to throwing former writers & editors, myself included, under the bus. surely there's a way to save the site without building it over the corpses of those who left. my $0.02 i don't blame anyone who wants to sign up for the HD patreon and i support the website, but that includes those who worked on it for years, have complaints, and don't deserve to be treated like bitter assholes like this kind of stuff is just objectively true, meanwhile there's these new writers who joined the site after i left (meaning, in the last ~3 months) claiming people are liars. decide for yourself if you care, but this is what happened! [Quotes this Tweet]

Seth Finkelstein: Writing for Hard Drive has been a privilege the past few years, and it makes me so angry to see people I looked up to get jerked around behind the scenes. The amount of grenades the editors jumped on our behalf is immense, and I don't think the way they're being treated is right.

Other Bits On AI: We do know for sure however that AI art has been used by the site. Its fucking owner confirms it here:https://twitter.com/MattSaincome/status/1743040541603123622. Seems the owner pushed AI written articles as well! TayFabe: My vaguetweet is making the rounds & these made me apoplectic. - owner regularly lobbied using ai. Once he tested it & said ai was writing better satire than 25% of the HT/HD writers. - ai images were used on the site & socials w/o consulting the team or disclosing it publicly I found the ai bit relevant to include bc 1) it illuminates a stark change in HD's current direction & leadership, 2) ai images have previously been used on the site and (since deleted) ig posts, 3) ai content fucking sucks, and repeatedly pushing to use it is a telling quality The "handful of writers who chose to leave" includes 2 editors-in-chief (both cofounders who wrote a combined total of >1,000 articles & defined the voice of HD), & at least 3 other editors. These guys put in WORK since 2017, so cool to be corrected by ppl who joined in Nov 2023 [Link to mentioned vague tweet from post.] More from TayFabe: owner continuously lobbied for using ai in every possible way. No one else wanted to do it, but he kept on, saying ai was writing better satire than 25% of the HT/HD writers. Also, ai images were used on the site & socials without public disclosure or consulting the team.

The owner has responded now multiple times in a private discord... Thank you for people sharing screenshots! First Screenshot:

Kevin's Response: He banned me from the server for speaking out, so no, I didn't see it. And he gave no indication of a timeline, it was just "we'll do one when *I* say so" and gave every inclination he was totally against it. It bred an environment that pushed our hands to have to leave. Screenshot Round Two:

Kevin's Response: "Starting one in 3 months" is an absolute lie. He denied it, I have screenshots and others who can confirm. No timeline was given. Just "this is what it is now" and like, I couldn't live off of that. I wanted to do more but he was allergic to good ideas from others around him.

Matt, owner of Hard Drive, responds publicly on Twitter.

Matt: Kevin, the patreon launch was delayed because I didn't think it would work. Everyone is happy that it did work. Everyone who left the site because we didn't have money to pay for creative content which didn't revenue is welcome to return home. But unclear why the hostility.

Hard Drive paid out literally every dollar it had, then a bunch more, to creative people who worked on the site. When we ran out of money, we couldn't pay anymore. We did our best.

Kevin: Right, and my point of this thread was that it was completely and totally avoidable. This is reasonable to be upset about. How could I have been any more clear?

Matt: If we knew with 100% certainly that the community would have supported us via patreon, we would have done that. We didn't know. We had tried 4 years ago and got no support. We were wrong this time. We did our best to figure it out. We paid all the money we could.

Kevin: So you knew with 100% certainty this time? Or you took a leap of faith?

Matt: It was a last gasp panic effort after ad rates got cut in half on january 1st due to seasonal spending changes. We didn't know it would work. We were embarrassed to ask for support. We wanted to figure it out.

Kevin: Every site has a Patreon. Every YouTuber, comedy group, etc. But you insisted that nobody cared about Hard Drive. Which is wildly untrue. I know you see that now, but again, I think you can see why I and many others are pretty upset. A last ditch panic effort was long overdue. A couple more things from Matt:

It was about the size of the hole we needed plugged budget wise, the time I had left of personal resources, and the past data I had about us trying a patreon (which turned out to be a bad indicator). I didn't think the Patreon would help us fast enough. I made a bad estimation

aka "if we make $1000 more dollars a month via patreon, which would be 10x what we got last time, we will not solve any of our problems. If instead we try to plow down path B, we might make it out in time." That was the thinking. I chose the wrong path, but didn't mean to Kevin also retweeted this comment from the user Matt was responding to: So you're saying that you're bad at running the business, didn't listen to any of your employees until after they were forced to leave their jobs, and now you're going to get more of the money from the Patreon that was their idea in the first place? Matt's Response: Respectfully, I made a mistake delaying the patreon decision. But keeping a comedy site alive for 9 years is not easy, there are lots of potential ideas, and think overall we've done a good and honorable job. Will leave this thread in peace now to allow people their space.

Sorry for linking to Elon's hellsite (derogatory), but sources need links so...

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weird-is-life · 3 months

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I’m actually obsessed w Spencer Reid rn. Please can you write something really really cute and fluffy and reader gets drunk while out meeting Spencer’s team, and starts getting really jealous and protective of him, clinging to his waist and scowling at any girl, (or boy, because reader explains that her boy is so pretty that she bets men love him too), that come anywhere near him. The team tease the two lovingly, but when reader gets so overwhelmed and clingy that she starts to cry, Spencer melts. He starts massaging her hair, cuddling her close to his chest. He’s praising her and telling her how much he adores her and only her.

He drives her home, and it ends in the two falling asleep whilst spooning each other <3

Hii, ty for the request🥰! Hope this is okay. Sorry it took me so long. Warnings: use of pet names, mentions of alcohol, jealous!reader, fluff (0.9k)

It's not your first time meeting Spencer's team, so you definitely aren't shy to have a good time along with some drinks.

But eventually, one drink turns into one too many and you end up drunk. And it's not just you, it's everybody, except for the drivers of the night. Meaning Spencer, he's your driver for the night, so he sticks to a soda for the whole night.

And actually, Spencer goes to get you a soda as well, not wanting you to get anymore drunk. He knows, you'll feel terrible in the morning with how many drinks you've had already.

When he comes back with the sodas and sits next to you, your whole face lights up at the sight of him and you immediately make yourself comfortable on his lap.

"Wha- Oh, okay, "Spencer doesn't get the chance to say anything as you sit in his lap. He only chuckles at it and so does the team.

"W-what?" you cluelessly giggle along with them, a bit confused why they are all laughing.

"Nothing, "Emily answers for all of them and chuckles some more.

You frown drunkenly, but the frown dissappears just as quickly as it came, when you feel Spencer squeezing your thigh (lovingly).

You look at him, your expression completely lovesick," you look so handsome tonight Spence," your attempt of a whisper is very, very far from actually whispering.

"Just today?" Spencer actually whispers with a teasing smile.

"Noooo," you drag the 'o' for a bit too long, " y-you always look v-very handsome."

Again, you fail to whisper, so the team hears your answer clearly.

"He really does and I think some other people here think it, too " Derek chuckles and his eyes end up on a table at the back of the bar, the people there are visibly ogling Spencer.

When you notice it, you scowl. It's surprising, that you can even see that far back with your kind of blurry vission, but you do.

It looks quite comical, how you drunkenly glare at them. But you can't help it, why are they looking at Spence, your Spence, like that?

"Woah, woah, woah, babe, you're gonna kill someone with that look," Emily teases you, she's just as drunk as you, so she finds her comment very funny and laughs. You, on the other hand, glare at her, as well.

"You guys are being so mean," you slur as you point at the team and they just laugh some more. You can't help, but to giggle with them, too. You can't even remember why you were upset a few seconds ago as you laugh with them. Spencer only shakes his head at how ridiculous you all are, although there's a smile on his face, too.

Once the laughter dies down and everybody starts a small talk of their own. Your endorphins seem to run out of your system and your ecstatic mood dissappears.

Spencer notices it immediately, your sad face and dejected sitting position tell him enough. He knows, it's time for you and him to go home and get some sleep.

He asks you if you want to go home and you just tiredly nod.

Spencer gently pulls you up onto your wobbly legs and says goodbye to everyone for you both. He walks you to the car (or more like he carries you there, because you put your whole bodyweight on him) and he even puts on the seatbelt for you.

Before Spencer can even start the car, you are sniffling softly with big tears running down your cheeks.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Spencer instantly worries, taking your face into his hands and wiping away the loose tears.

"I just....I just l-love you so much," you hiccup as you respond to his question. And Spencer swears, he couldn't love you any more after hearing your adorable answer.

"Yeah? Is that why you're crying?" he gives you a warm, amused smile.

"M-maybe," you don't really know why you're crying. Spencer thinks, it might be the alcohol in your system messing with your hormones.

Spencer would laugh at your answer if you didn't look so damn sad about it. Instead he just says, "come here."

He hugs you and you very eagerly hug him back. Spencer runs his hand up and down over your back until the sniffling stops and until he can't feel anymore tears wetting his t-shirt.

He pulls you away from him carefully, "are you feeling better? Should we head home now, huh?"

You nod sluggishly, " y-yeah, but w-will you hug me some more at home?"

"Of course, however long you want, sweetheart," Spencer smiles at you and raises your intertwined hands towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand.

You smile at him, happy to hear Spencer's promise of cuddles and you contentedly look out of the window, while Spencer starts the car.

By the time Spencer parks the car, you are out, fast asleep in the front seat. He can't blame you, the roar of the engine would lull him to sleep too if he was just as tired and just as drunk as you.

Spencer, though unwillingly, wakes you up. You wake up, confused as to where you are, but you smile sleepily at Spence, when you realise it's him.

"Come on, love. Let's get you inside," you lean heavily on him as you walk to the apartment.

Once, you're inside, Spencer helps you change into comfy pyjamas and removes your make-up (you are half asleep as he does that). He prepares a glass of water and painkillers for you on the bedside table for the morning.

When Spencer finally joins you in the bed, you are sleeping again. He pulls you towards him and cuddles you close, you sigh happily into his chest. You two stay like that the whole night, Spencer hugs you tightly just like he promised, he would.

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bluehourbucky · 1 year

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Question...

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: bucky has been acting suspicious so you finally ask him where he's spending his nights/ more like with who

tw: cheating; gaslighting; angst;

a/n: not proof read/ English is not my first language so pls be nice /

suffice to say this was very vagely inspired by taylor swifts song question

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"IT'S JUST A QUESTION!" you yelled at your soon to be ex, Bucky.

You were in the middle of an argument with your boyfriend, who you have been suspicious of for a while, and you have finally snapped and asked the question.

"I already told you. I had reports to write." another lie has come through Buckys mouth and it took everything in you not to leave without fighting.

Bucky has been coming home later and later every night for the last couple of months, you tried to trust him, and you did at the beginning, but whatever has been going on it has been going on a while.

"How dare you lie to me! Everyone knows! Our friends look at me like I'm the biggest idot on Earth! Do you understand how embarrassing that is!?" your voice cracking, tears ready to spill.

The party you had attended last night had been the breaking point, worst of all it was your own birthday party.

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It was almost midnight and your birthday was approaching, party had been going on for two hours by now, and you were enjoying yourself.

Greetings and hugs were exchanged, lots of dancing during your favourite songs. Everything was perfect, well almost, Bucky still hasn't arrived and you were starting to think he won't come at all. A message notification gets your attention. Speak of the devil.

bucky: sorry doll be there soon love you

"Hey, you okay?" Natasha had asked you seeing your face fall. You faked a smile and pulled her to the dance floor, not in the mood to talk about it, today was supposed to be a good day.

Bucky arrives 10 minutes later, unfortunately not alone, he arrived with Sharon. Sharon has been a good friend of everyone in the group, and you liked her she was very nice to you, but recently you've had this bad feeling.

Bucky runs up to you, picks you up, and kisses you. It was easy to forget that you're angry and disappointed when he kisses you like that.

The moment is ruined when you hear people laugh. Bucky looks at the time and pulls away. You stand there feeling embarrassed, with everyone's eyes on you, you disassociate. Your hands grow cold even though you're sweating, music making you overwhelmed, but you just can't move.

Only when you feel Buckys hands on you, you're pulled back to reality. He starts leading you to the table where your cake stands, everyone starts clapping and singning happy birthday, the candles on the cake burning, their light reflecting in your teary eyes.

No one notices that they're not tears of joy, because why would they? It's your birthday you can't be sad on your special day.

You blow out the candles, and as soon as the cake is cut, you run outside to take a breath of fresh air in hopes of it calming you down.

You're not outside for long before you hear two familiar voices talking.

"Do you have to go? It's still early." Buckys voice echoes though the empty alley way, where the exit from the place is. He doesn't notice you sitting away in the corner on some empty wooden boxes, despite his senses.

"I gotta go. Tomorrow same time?" Sharon replies and Bucky nods and waves goodbye, she sits down in the uber and drives away....

You sit there trying to process this, trying to convince yourself that it's all in your head, it doesn't mean anything, but you know that's not true and you're done.

The time flies and it's time to go home, and on the way to the apartment you barely say anything, which Bucky takes as you being tired.

But as soon as you step into the apartment you finally ask

"How long have you been fucking Sharon?"

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Bucky still doesn't look at you and tries to brush you off but you weren't having it, so you pull him by the shirt.

"Look at me,when you're talking to me!" you say through gritted teeth before noticing a row hickeys on Buckys neck making you drop the shirt instantly.

You're speechless, your hand covers your mouth trying to hold off the sob that was about to escape.

Bucky also stays unmoving not knowing how to get out of this, he didn't mean to,it wasn't supposed to happen.

The first time it happened it was after one of the work parties, he was drunk, Sharon was drunk and mistakes were made. He planned on telling you but he just couldn't. You're too kind too sweet and didn't deserve to have your heart broken.

It was eating him up, but he couldn't let you find out, so after finishing a report he goes to Sharon's office to tell her that what happened the night before was a mistake and wouldn't happen again, he asked her to keep the secret from everyone. However he had found himself once again in her bed, and it just never stopped.

It's not that Bucky didn't love you, he did or that's what he kept telling himself. He didn't mean for it to go this far but now it's too late.

"I'm sorry." Bucky finally says after deafening silence that's been going on for far too long.

You're still frozen in place not knowing what to do. Bucky is the man you thought you would marry, spend the rest of your life with. You were sure he was the one, all the smiles and laughs he gave you, the late night kisses, the pillow forts, the promises.... Everything crashing down on you all at once.

"How long? Please tell me the truth, you owe me that much." Your voice just above a whisper.

"Four months."

Buckys answer doesn't surprise you, but it does break you. You don't say anything just nod and start to pack your bags. Bucky doesn't do anything to stop you, he just stays out of your way. And you leave without another word.

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/month later/

It took a while for you to get used to living alone, since you've been living with Bucky for the last 3 years. You hadn't had the time to mourn the loss of you relationship as you were too busy adjusting.

There were unfortunately things you had yet to pick up from yours and Buckys place, and today was the day you're finally going back, for the first time since that day.

As much as it hurt you to go back you really needed your stuff. You text Bucky you're close and he replies with an okay. If you had kept your key the night you left you wouldn't have to see him but alas.

"Hey." Bucky openes the door and greets you, but you just walk past him towards the bedroom.

"I hadn't touched anything. I haven't even slept in our bed." you cringe at the words *our bed* but still say nothing.

Bucky hovers around the door watching you pack, which makes you nervous, not an emotion you ever thought would be caused by him.

"Are you still with her?" you shamefully ask while picking up a dress Bucky got you for your first anniversary, deciding it was better not to bring it.

"Yeah." Bucky says quietly opting not to lie, even though you wish he had lied.

"That's nice. I'm sure that's suitable." you reply swallowing hard.

It doesn't take more than half an hour to pack the rest of your stuff, you pick up the suit case and look around, your heart breaking more every passing second.

Bucky asks if you need help, you deny it quickly and head for the door.

As soon as door opens, you walk out without turning around or saying goodbye. He doesn't deserve it and you both know it.

|the end|

part 2

hope you enjoyed <3

comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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wildlife4life · 2 months

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by super amazing @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @glorious-spoon @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz @devirnis @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks and @diazsdimples. Thank you all so much!

Alright, so I know haven't been as active since dropping the first chapter of NFL Buck. I've just been sort of down because that same day, the Super Bowl Champs had their parade and rally, and just after it ended there was a mass shooting. My younger sister was there with some friends and they got away unharmed, but when she didn't answer my message for a long 30 minutes, I truly thought the worst. I've just been so sad and angry for Kansas City, for the US really and I just couldn't get into the spirit of writing. I'm not getting into the politics of it all today and my sister is coming for a visit soon, so I'm feeling marginally better. KC Strong.

First chapter of NFL Buck has been dropped, but everything else I've posted for this fic can be found here. Here is a snippet from the Eddie Begin's arc of NFL Buck.

Hurricane Harvey was relentless for almost four days, bullying southern Texas with unforgiving wind and an exurbanite amount of rain. Houston fire department and so many others worked day and night to help those who had not evacuated. It was absolute chaos, and it blew through Eddie’s entire life. The storms had wreaked havoc on the cell towers, which meant service was spotty to none and radios became the main source of communication for rescuers. By some miracle, though, the internet connection at the firehouse held strong. It was slow and glitched out here and there, reminding Eddie too much of his time in Afghanistan. He watched his infant son grow up through a screen, with his very upset wife barely holding on and his parents hovering nearby, souring the video calls even further. Christopher was no longer a whimpering baby in his mother’s lap but looking at his saddened son on a glitching iPad screen with a tense Maddie sitting beside him, was too familiar. Add in the argument he had with Buck just before, and the threat of danger just outside the firehouse, Eddie was back to being a scared 19-year-old in war riddled country. “Dad, grandma said we’re not going to visit Buck anymore. That he’s too busy. And Maddie tried to call him, but he didn’t answer and…” The eight-year old’s voice trails off, his lips trembling. Eddie bites his inner cheek hard. This was on him. He gave into his mother’s worries and demands about traveling through Texas during the hurricane. Helena was too stubborn and being his mother, she knew every damn button to push, and Eddie was tired of fighting. So, he reluctantly agreed to cancel the visit and his mother grinned a little too sharply before stating, “I’m sure Maddie will enjoy having her brother to herself.” Another ploy to take Christopher and Eddie fucking fell for it. Then his mother took it a step further by graciously telling Buck and Maddie herself, that Christopher would no longer be joining them in Dallas and to enjoy their time together for as long as they need it. Eddie knew his mother didn’t approve of his relationship with Buck, more so than his previous one with Shannon. The only reason she kept her mouth shut was the potential back lash of upsetting Christopher. But she already succeeded in having a hand in driving away Shannon and she probably believed she could do the same with Evan.

With this fic, there are a lot of canon events with twists. The usual timeline does not exists. But I hope you all enjoyed!

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aalyssah · 4 months

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Harsh Rejection

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,596

Summary: You confess your feelings to CM Punk, but after the harsh rejection you go to Seth for comfort, but instead, Seth goes to confront him, saying words you weren't supposed to hear.

A/N: Haven't wrote for Seth in a minute. Btw, should I write for Punk? Hope You Enjoy!

Today was the day you thought to yourself as you checked your appearance.

You were about to confess your feelings to your long time crush CM Punk. Although he might be 12 years older than you, with you being 33 and him 45, you've always had a thing for dilfs.

You walked out your hotel room, went to your car, and began driving to the arena. The whole ride you gave yourself a mini pep talk, trying to somewhat convince yourself that after you confess your feelings, he'll accept you, and you'll be a nice happy family.

(With a little bit of controversy, of course)

You parked and instantly skipped your way inside the arena. "Hey, have any of you seen Punk?" You asked a near-by staff member. "Yeah, he's over there." You thanked the woman and off you went towards that direction.

As you turned the corner you saw CM talking to Kofi. "Hey, Punk!" You called out, slightly waving to him. CM and Kofi stopped talking, looking at you.

You missed the way Punk's face changed into an annoyed expression. "Hey, Y/n, what's up?" CM asked, sounding unsure. "I was wondering if we could talk, in private?" CM looked at Kofi for a second, silently communicating before Kofi left.

You smiled as CM gave you his attention. "What did you wanna talk to me about?" He asked, taking a seat on a crate. "So, I just wanted to tell you something and it's that, I like you. I think you're very hot and I wanted to know if you like me back?" You looked at him nervously, hoping he would say something positive.

For at least a good second he was quiet, just staring at you. "Are you serious?" You nodded your head. "Do you feel the same?" You quietly muttered, biting your lip.

Punk abruptly stood up, shaking his head. "No. No I don't." Your mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Why?" You mewled out.

CM looked at you like you were crazy. "Why? Because you're a kid! I'm 12 years older than you. Plus, I've been talking to someone." Confusion took over your face. "Who?"

"Aj Lee. We've been talking for about a month now, and she seems really mature for someone like me."

Oh.

You looked down at the ground, trying to process everything. "So you don't want me because you're older than me?" CM took a deep breath, running a hand across his face. "No, it's because I don't like you. You're annoying, your in ring skills kinda suck, and you're not my age. I can't be seen with you."

You felt your heart shatter slowly as he kept talking. "And imagine the controversy online. It would go crazy and I can't live that life, especially not with you, so why don't you go find some other old man to crush on because it's not gonna be me."

CM didn't stick around to hear what you had to say and it wasn't like you could say anything. You stood there frozen, taking in all the words he just said to you.

Your vision began to slowly blur up as tears glossed your pupils, before you knew it, tears spilled from your eyes, down your cheeks.

Just then, Nia Jax walked around the corner, laughing historically. "Oh, poor Y/n, just got rejected by her idol, CM Punk." You turned to her with sad eyes. You felt humiliated. "You really thought he would be with someone like you?" She laughed loudly, making you run away.

You ran far away from that corner. Your feet took you to a specific locker room. 3 small knocks and the door opened revealing your best friend. "Hey what- Y/n?!" Seth's shocked voice echoed through the halls.

He instantly pulled you in the room, cradling you in a hug. "Hey, what happened, what's wrong?" Seth kept asking, but you didn't respond due to your cries.

You felt heartbroken, humiliated, and angry. Seth soothed you, running a hand through your hair. "It's okay, calm down." His words made you snap. "No, it's not okay!" You cried even louder.

Seth jumped at your sudden outburst. "What happened, why are you crying? Please, talk to me." He pleaded, concern clear in his eyes.

"I confessed my feelings to CM Punk and he rejected me and then Nia started bullying me about it. I felt so humiliated, and Punk even degraded me." As your sentence finished another rack of sobs came from your throat, but Seth didn't hear it.

All he heard was the last part of your sentence. 'Punk even degraded me.' Curiously, he asked, "Degraded you? What did he say?" You began telling him the whole conversation, anger taking over his face at each word.

For someone like Punk, you would expect him to have some dignity to his co-workers whether they have a crush on him or not, but the words he said to you were totally uncalled for.

"Then, he told me to 'find some other old man to crush on' and left." Once you finished your story, you went back to crying, a huge headache, attacking your head.

Seth didn't know what to do. He's never seen you like this before, and it hurts him. Seth loves you much more than you think.

He gently took you in his arms, tucking your head in his neck. "Okay, okay, calm down, it's okay. He's not here anymore, nor is Nia." Your cries died down and Seth finally let you go.

"Sit here and look pretty for me, I'm gonna go talk to that bastard." Seth stood up and walked towards the door, but you called out to stop him. "Wait, Seth, stop. He's not worth it." You tried reasoning with him.

It wasn't a secret that Seth hated Punk ever since his changed headspace, but now this is gonna make things even worse. Like said before, Seth loves you and even though you don't know that, he was gonna make sure CM Punk knows.

Seth gave you one last look before leaving the room. He stalked down the halls with a mad look. "Hey, have you seen Punk anywhere?" Co-workers and staff members shook their heads, scared for what was to come between the two former friends.

Seth ended up finding him sitting on a crate, scrolling on his phone. "Aye, Punk!" Seth yelled, his voice echoing around the halls. CM looked up and saw an angry Seth coming towards him.

"You wanna talk bad about Y/n?" CM smirked, understanding what this is about. "I wasn't talking bad about her, all I said is that I don't want her." Seth growled at how cocky CM sounded, and that dumb smirk on his face pissed him off even more.

"That's not all you said. You said she was annoying and she sucks in the ring. Do you know how bad that hurt her?"

Punk had a straight face, seemingly not caring for what Seth was saying. "Do you think I care? I told her how I felt, she got pressed, it's not my fault." Punk nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

Seth grew mad, finally giving Punk a piece of his mind. "Y'know what Punk, you're nothing, but a sorry man who always wants to ruin someone's mood. Y/n is a good girl. She's good in the ring, and she's far from annoying, and if you can't see that, you're just stupid."

Punk's eyebrows rose, face looking a bit surprised. "Oh, so you're defending her? Do you like her or something." Seth bit his lip at Punk's teasing, but it was now or never.

"Yeah, Yeah I do like her, and that fact that she was after someone like you still has me confused till this day. You don't deserve someone like her. Hell, you don't even deserve to be in a relationship because every single one that you have, wether it's friends, or family, you always manage to fuck it up. I hope you realize what you did saying those words to her because you're never gonna have another chance."

Punk's facial expression finally changed from that smug grin to now anger. The fact Seth called him out and said such things about his relationship with his family made him feel the same way Seth did before his confrontation.

Pissed.

Seth walked away from Punk, feeling confident and proud of what he just said, but as he turned the corner there you were with a small smile on your face.

"Y/n? What are you doing out here, I thought I told you to stay in the locker room." You ignored his worrying, wrapping your arms around his neck.

It took Seth by surprise, a gasp escaping his lips. "I heard everything you said." Seth froze up. Did he just ruin the friendship he had with you? "Yeah, about that, I-" You cut him off when you pulled back and engulfed his lips in a kiss.

Seth let out a shocked noise, but soon relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you closer.

Seth felt like he was on cloud 9. The feeling of your lips were so soft, something he's been dreaming of, and he finally can feel the real thing.

He broke the kiss when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching y'all. You avoided his eyes as a staff member came around, looking at you two suspiciously.

You both giggled as you ran away, back to his locker room, forgetting about that harsh rejection from Punk.

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judysxnd · 8 months

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“Show me how much you love me”

I had a pretty neutral day, feeling irritated though, but as soon as my dad came back from work it went bad.

That’s what I imagined Pedro would do to take care of you when you have a bad day.

Minors DNI

Warnings: sad at first, sexual content, p in v, protected sex

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Every fucking time it’s the same. You always hope your family will be there to support you, the choices you made, at least be nice, but no. That’s why you left to make your life in the US, to stay away from them. It was a choice that obviously no one agreed to, but it’s your life not them. You still come to visit from time to time and they come too (rarely), but it always puts you in a bad mood.

You never understood why anything you did was bad. They always found something not to like or to criticize in everything. You decided to pursue your dream of being an actress. Bad. Very bad. You partly understood why, it’s a very difficult career, it can take years to finally take off. But it didn’t happen for you. You got lucky you always said. You never recognized the talent you have, never in front of your family. You did at first, but they always corrected it by “fate”, “luck”, “good timing” or whatever.

Then you met Pedro. The age gap bothered them. The way you hit it off immediately confused them. How could you, with so many years between the two of you? They didn’t really like him. He was just another reason that you would never come back home. They didn’t like when you moved in together after a year of dating or when he proposed a few months after. It’s like they don’t actually believe your life is real, jealously probably.

Today you are married, you have your own big house, you have a daughter and both your careers are on top and never stopping. Everything is going great. But now that you have a daughter, you’re trying to see your family a bit more for her, even more as Pedro’s already see your baby girl a lot.

That’s what brings you here, driving to your house that you rented for the two weeks while you stayed. Yes you rented a house because there was no way you would stay that long living with them. You made that mistake too many times. You decided to come down in summer, right around your daughter’s birthday to have a big family party with everyone. But your parents wanted to see you a lot more than just one party. Actually pretty understandable.

You decided to have dinner with your parents while Pedro and your daughter rested as she got a little sick today. Stomachache and stuff like that. And as usual, dinner was rough, that’s why you thanked god Pedro wasn’t here. You even wished you got sick. Your dad kept asking about your career, if you had anything going on. But it’s summer, you took a vacation, there’s a strike, no you don’t have anything going on.

“So you’re not earning any money right now”

“And you just don’t do anything all day long?”

“You could have come longer than two weeks”

“You’re living on Pedro’s money then”

You could keep going on for more. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You ended the dinner pretty quickly, pretending you caught what your daughter had and almost ran out of there. But it killed your mood. You were already tensed just by being back here and near them, and tonight really was too much.

The drive back to your house was calm. It was still hot outside at 9pm, so the windows were down, feeling the wind go through the car. Tears were about to stream down your face, but a sense of joy started to hit you as you remembered where you were going. Home. To Pedro and your daughter. That’s all you cared about right now.

You just needed to get there, to feel their love surrounding you. Something you always missed with your parents. They probably gave everything to your big sister. When you entered the house, Pedro was laying on the couch, watching some television but was actually on his phone.

He immediately saw at your face that you were in a bad mood. It was expected, he knew how you would feel after that dinner. That’s why he gave you space. You barely talked, he let you do what you had to do. You were both sitting on the couch but on the opposite side, both on your phones. He knows that you have to be the one breaking the silence. Unfortunately you’ve been there before, and there’s a routine for that.

You broke the silence when you suggested to watch one your favorite movie on Netflix. That’s what you like to do when you feel down. Watch movies and tv shows that make you feel comfortable, something you know. You crawled next to him, cuddling. You were, bit by bit feeling a bit better, letting Pedro enter your bubble again. Progressively.

The first movie ended, so you chose another one. He would watch tv all night if it meant he was supporting and helping you in any way. In between movies he got up and brought snacks, which made you show a small smile. It was a victory for him. He was on the right path. Then the movie ended. It was too late for another one, but neither of you moved, watching trailers that Netflix suggested.

“I don’t really know exactly what happened and I don’t really need to-” Pedro broke the silence “and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but just know that everything you need to focus on is here. The rest isn’t important” you smiled against his chest before pulling away looking at him. You didn’t even have words to answer.

You looked at his feature, sending butterflies to your stomach. You feel so much love for this man. He brought you nothing but love and support. The man of your life.

“They just make me feel so bad” he put his hands on your cheeks.

“You followed your dreams, you have the life you always wanted. Jealousy I’d say”

“From my own family” you sighed

“I am your family. The tiny little human sleeping in the next room is your family” you smiled a little

“I- I want to know how much you love me” you said staring at him “I need to know” you added, crushing your lips on his. You need to feel his love on a physical level, it was the best way to twist your mind right now. Nothing mentally was helping, only the physical could help.

“Let’s get to bed then” he said watching you stand up and leave. But he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, before holding your legs, holding you in his arms. You almost screamed at the surprising movement but you buried your face in his neck instead, chuckling.

He carried you to your bed, laying you down slowly, hovering you. His hand found your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. “I love you more than anything” he said kissing your forehead. “Don’t let anyone doubt the love you deserve” he added now kissing your temple. “you achieved so much and overcome so many obstacles” he gave you an esquimau kiss. “I haven’t overcome half of it yet” you couldn’t help but laugh a little because you knew it wasn’t true. He’s come from so far and well he is older than you so he has overcome much more stuff than you. But it did make you smile. He tilted his head when he saw the smile.

“That’s my girl” he said which made you blush. “Lighting each place she enters” he kissed your lips softly. “That smile that buries any bad things” he said brushing his thumb over your lips. “Those eyes where I lose myself in” he stared at you. He kissed your cheek, slowly going down to your jaw and buried his face into your neck, peppering kisses all over, not missing your sweet spot right near the ear. You hummed at the feeling. Your mind was already overwhelmed, progressively forgetting the day you had.

His hands lowered and stopped on your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it bit by bit. He pulled away to take it off so that his kisses could now go further down. He was being patient, taking his time. Each light kisses he left on your skin was making you shiver. The way his hands were moving smoothly on your skin only made you feel better and hornier at any second.

He stopped at the top of your jeans, carefully unbuttoning and taking them off. He was so soft and sensual. As he hovered you again, he left a trail of kisses along your legs. They were freshly shaved so they were smooth like a baby, making you feel everything more intensely. He came back up, kissing you passionately, liked you’ve never been kissed before. He removed one strap of your bra at a time, kissing you as if he was hurting you. He lifted you closer to him to be able to unclip your bra, taking it off once and far all.

Almost entirely naked in front of him, he took his time looking at you, admiring every detail like he could go blind tomorrow and was the last time he was seeing you. You were only wearing a thin and small piece of fabric covering your core that was aroused by the all the love Pedro was showing you. His sensual movements showed exactly what you needed. He always knew how to satisfy you.

He couldn’t leave your bare breasts any longer. He covered them in kisses, licking around nipples before sucking on them a little. All of that happening in a slow motion, still taking his time. Usually none of you are going that slow. At that time he would already be deep inside you. But not tonight. Although, it’s not that far now, because both of his hands were tugging your panties as he was still kissing your breasts. Now you were entirely naked in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“A damn goddess” he said smiling before taking off his shirt. “I’m standing in front of a queen, my queen” you suddenly hot. Your cheeks were turning red, but it wasn’t the only place where you felt hot. You loved how he always made you feel special. He never made you feel insecure and you never hid anything from him.

As he was taking the rest of his clothes off, your eyes were travelling on his body. His messy hair, his beard that always tickles you (can’t get enough of it), his strong arms, his torso, his stomach. You could already feel his smooth skin against yours. You bit your lips in anticipation. His hips where your legs would be wrapped around soon enough, his thighs where you spend most of the time sitting on. You didn’t even know it was possible to love someone so much, to literally love every part of their body.

You watched him walk to his luggage near the bed to grab a condom before coming back to you. Back to the previous position, on top of you, he kissed you more and more passionately while his left hand was slowly massaging your clit to get you worked up a bit as if it was really necessary. He eventually stopped, pulling away from your lips to put the condom on. One unexpected child, not two.

Your hips started to move a little, already desperately needing him. Now both ready for more, he pulled you by your thighs to bring you at the perfect distance. He slowly entered you leaving you enough time to adjust. Then he started to move, holding you by your waist. His movements where slow and passionate. There was no rush, you had all the time in the world and he was clearly going to use it. He was going to show you his love.

You both wanted to go slow, so you stayed at a slow pace for some time. You were both moving your hips together, creating one same rhythm. Automatically you were arching your back your arms trying to support you. Pedro’s hands left your waist to grab your arms. He pulled you up, making you sit on him. Finding the same pace again, you both started to moan louder and louder.

“I love you so much” you whispered in his ear as your arms fell on his shoulders.

“I love you more” he said putting his thumb on your chin guiding you to kiss him. You both started to go faster, impatience growing as you were both feeling a light knot in your stomach. You needed feel more. You went faster, and faster. You were on your way to find heaven, together. Soft but loud moans were leaving your mouths.

Your tone changed into a slightly higher one, hinting that you were about to come. Pedro started to curse, also signaling that we was coming too. You both eventually come, also together, this intense feeling overcoming both of your body at the same time. He still held you tight, leaving a few kisses on your shoulder. His skin against yours, his hands on your back, moving smoothly on your skin, you had all you needed.

The best feeling in the world. To love and be loved.

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lmh8903 · 6 months

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips. I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's.

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.

Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.

"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.

This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.

I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.

He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.

"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?

We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.

In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.

I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.

After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.

Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.

After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again.

After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts.

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Safe At Last Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Siblingly violence

Summary: Morpheus finally gets to be with the woman he loved. However, he also finds out who took her from him in the first place. Second part to This Fic.

Requested by: @writing-fanics

Morpheus knew that the Dreaming was difficult for the mortal mind to comprehend. They were so used to their little lives that the concept of other Realms could sometimes drive them insane.

But he has to admit, (Y/N) took it very well. She was shocked - which was to be expected - but she had been willing to listen.

That was one of the things that he had always liked about her in every incarnation. She was very open-minded about the supernatural.

"And are you going to keep me here?"

He supposed that was a good question, since he had brought her here without explanation.

"I would not force you to stay. But you need to know that your life would be in danger if you were anywhere else."

"In danger?" She looked scared, and all he wanted to do was comfort her. "From who?"

"I don't know, but..." He hesitated, wondering if he should tell her about their pasts together. He didn't want to scare her away.

However, Morpheus knew she had the right to know. He guessed that the whole reason all of that had happened to her was directly because of him. So it would be cruel to lie to her about it.

When he explained her past to her, she had a much harder time believing him. But eventually, she did. She didn't magically remember their relationships before her deaths, but she told him she would stay.

Once she understood what was at stake, there was no doubt in her mind that she was safest in the Dreaming. And despite the fact that he was probably partially responsible for her apparent past deaths... she could help but feel safe with Morpheus around. She didn't doubt that her instincts remembered him, with how comfortable his presence made her.

***

Those feelings only increased as she continued to stay with him. Finally giving in to her feelings, the two former lovers were reunited in this current lifetime.

And they were happy, both happier than they had been in years. There was a sense that things were finally how they were meant to be. That Morpheus and (Y/N) were meant to be together, which neither of them disagreed with. She couldn't imagine living without him.

That was part of the reason it took her so long to ask about her past lives. The sadness of even considering her death and leaving Morpheus alone wasn't something she wanted to inflict upon him. But her curiosity overcame it.

"I don't know." Morpheus responded when she asked why it had happened. "I tried to figure out, but it was always when I was here in the Dreaming when you were... When it happened."

"Oh. Okay."

He wished he could tell her more. "Do you remember anything? If not about your other lives, then what about when that car nearly hit you?"

"I don't..." She tried to remember. "It was a normal day. I called a friend, umm... got a free sample outside of a restaurant, I... there was someone with cool contact lens. That's all I really remember."

"Cool contacts?"

"Yeah, they had yellow eyes."

Morpheus froze up at her words. When (Y/N) asked what was wrong, he just shook his head. "I just remembered something, I'll be right back."

"But, I..."

"I will back right back." Morpheus assured her, kissing her quickly before disappearing to do whatever he needed to do.

***

"Brother." Desire's sickly sweet smile was wide and fake as ever as they welcomed him into their Realm. "What can I help you with today?"

But Morpheus didn't bother with pleasantries. He wasn't feeling pleasant as well. Shoving his sibling against the wall, he held them there. "First Rose Walker and now I find out what you did to (Y/N)? I thought I told you to stop causing problems, Desire." He hissed at his sibling.

Desire finally looked properly scared, knowing that a line had been crossed. "Now, now, Dream. What happened with (Y/N) was before the Vortex. I haven't done anything to you since then, your human is completely safe." Their desperate pleads only made his more angry, seeing red as he imagined taking revenge.

But he couldn't. Despite how livid he was.

"I may not be able to kill you, but I mean what I say this time. If I even suspect you have meddled in my life and the lives of those under my protection again, I will make your everlasting life absolutely miserable. You will never rest, never experience happiness again."

"Alright, brother. I understand!"

***

Morpheus returned to (Y/N) as he had promised, calming down from his fury as soon as he saw her.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. I just dealt with what had been putting you in danger and..." He paused, not wanting to say what he had planned to tell her. But he knew he couldn't lie to her. "You can return home now."

He braced himself for her to tell him to transport her back to her home.

However... "I can't stay?"

"You can." He couldn't help but hope she would ask not to leave. "I just expected that you would prefer to return to your world."

"I don't want to leave you."

Morpheus smiled, visibly relieved. "Then stay, with me." Pulling her into a kiss when she nodded, he was filled with a quiet joy.

After centuries of loosing her, the two of them finally got to be happy.

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steventhusiast · 11 months

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since i'm a day late i am speedrunning writing day 2 so i don't fall behind HAHA so this is @steddie-week day 2: bittersweet

<- day one

steve tapes shut a cardboard box of belongings, and takes a deep breath. he is determined to keep it together until eddie's gone. he has to.

"stevie, be honest with me. should i take the guitar covered in upside down goo with me to college?" eddie asks him from the doorway, holding up said guitar and frowning at it intensely.

steve lets out a little giggle, and smiles fondly at his boyfriend.

"eds, be honest with me. would you be able to let yourself leave it here?" he retorts, and eddie mutters something to himself, then realises steve's words and points at him accusingly.

"don't call her an it!"

and with that eddie is off down the hall and yelling at wayne to leave space in the van for his guitar, and steve lets his smile fall as he's alone with eddie's box of clothes.

he's happy for eddie, he really is. he finally managed to graduate, and got into a music programme at a college an hour and a half away. steve has been so proud of eddie ever since he admitted to him in a hushed whisper at 3am that he had let himself hope this time, had applied to some college courses. and that pride had only grown since eddie got the letter saying he got in.

but with that pride and happiness, he's also feeling sad. he and eddie have only been together for a few months. it took them a bit after the fourth coming of the apocalypse to get their shit together and start dating, but steve can't remember what life looks like without eddie by his side every day.

admittedly, they're a little codependent, but steve's scared. they're not breaking up or anything, and have committed already to a weekend schedule where one week steve drives to see eddie, and the next week eddie drives to see steve, but steve's still feeling things about the whole thing.

he just doesn't want to bring eddie down. he's so happy today, steve's never seen his boyfriend so full of self-pride. he can't be the one to ruin that.

steve hears a gentle knocking sound, and looks up to see eddie giving him a meaningful look. he's leaning against his door frame, all his weight on one foot, so steve figures he's been there for at least ten seconds, watching him look all wistful and pathetic.

"hey! finished taping up this box." he decides to try and ignore the look on eddie's face, but eddie's not having it at all.

he pushes off the doorframe and comes to sit next to steve on the edge of his stripped-bare bed.

"what's with the face, sweetheart?" eddie asks him, voice softer than usual. steve just shakes his head.

"nothing, just.. you know. you're leaving?" he stops talking for a second, lets out a long sigh, and then continues, "i don't know, it suddenly hit me you're not gonna be here a lot of the time."

eddie hums at his words, lets the confession sit there in the silence for a moment, and then shuffles closer to steve and wraps both arms around him, pushing the box of clothes onto the floor.

"now i know my boyfriend didn't just dismiss his very valid feelings as 'nothing', because that would be obscene." eddie murmurs into steve's ear from where he's settled his chin on his shoulder.

"okay, i know it's not nothing. i just don't want to bring the mood down. you're so happy, i can't ruin that."

"you having feelings doesn't ruin my day. if anything, i'm kind of glad you're sad about me leaving. does that make me an asshole?" eddie confesses, and steve gently nudges eddie off his shoulder so he can lean back and look at him in the eyes, confused.

"what do you mean?"

"you being sad means you're gonna miss me. and i sure as hell am gonna miss you, so much. so.. i don't know. it's validating?" eddie tries to explain, and then starts tripping over his words as steve doesn't say anything in response, "not that i want you to be sad! i don't know! feelings are weird and they don't make sense i just know that i'm gonna miss you like hell and-"

steve cuts eddie off with a searing kiss, and then lets their gentle hug continue.

"i'm kinda glad you're gonna miss me, too." he admits, and then they start chuckling to themselves at the slight absurdity of their conversation. they both knew they're going to miss each other, but it was nice to hear it out loud.

"that better not have been my goodbye kiss." eddie says after a few seconds, and steve makes a noise like he's not sure if he should be offended.

"i'm literally driving with you to help you unpack in your dorm."

"i'm just saying! if that was my goodbye kiss i want a refund and a redo because i know you can do better, harrington."

steve lets his forehead fall onto eddie's shoulder as he giggles to himself.

"you're so weird, munson."

"i know." they let the silence sit again for a minute, and then eddie dramatically gets up and puts both his hands on his hips, "right, these boxes aren't gonna walk themselves to the car. let's go, mister jock."

-> day three

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It's been exactly one week since Eddie left for this so called serious business trip. You still could not understand why it was so serious and dangerous that you couldn't go with him. You tried so hard to change his mind, to let you come along, but all your hopes died the moment you were trying to be pouty and bratty and he didn't even tried to punish you. He wasn't going to change his mind, not with how many reasons you presented him with.

You two talked to the phone this morning, you were still mad and sad but you missed him so much that you couldn't hold this cold demeanor any more. He assured you that the business was successful and he will be back around midnight. You thought that he might be incredibile tired from the drive back home but your bratty side couldn't let this week past without a small revenge. So you dressed up with his favourite silk lingerie, you stood in front of your full length mirror in front of your bed and starter taking sultry photos. Then you took some pictures without your lingerie. Nothing at all. At last you captured a very interesting video too, shouting his name at the end.

After the shoot was done, you took a relaxing bath and started plotting your revenge. You texted him: "hey love, how are you doing. How long till you come back home?". Not a minute passed and he replied: "All good kitten, we're driving back, we are about an hour and half away. What are you doing, what have you been up to this evening?"

He took the bait, you thought. So you replied without losing any time. "Nothing interesting, I just did some shooting, that's all." And he quickly replied with three question marks. So you sent the following text, attaching the most slutty photos you took, along with the video.. "I missed daddy today, so I had some along time. Remember these the next time you're about to leave without me...(wear headphones for the video)" and hit send.

You didn't here from him for the next twenty minutes or so... you thought to yourself that you did nothing but make your self look like a fool. But the same time you were about to lay down for sleep, you heard the front door open suddenly, quick steps coming up the stairs and straight to your room, the doors opened and there he stood. Eddie. You freeze while seeing his cold stare and unreadable face. Oh fuck you though, while seeing him slowly walking towards the bed you were lying to. And he says "You were bad kitten. You made daddy drive back home in twenty minutes, while the actual ride was an hour and a half. Do you know what does that mean?" You shook your head no while kept his stare, afraid that if you blink away he will lunch towards you. He laughed with a dark smirk looking up and down on you. "It means that daddy had to speed drive back home, exceed the speed limit, just to get home before you fall asleep, so that you and I could have a little talk." You Kept looking at him, falling into a sub state, batting your lashes and slowly, so slowly getting up, standing on your knees on the edge of the bed and touching his chest with your palms. "I was having fun, daddy, that's all". He looked down at your palms chuckling to him self and said breathy " you know i don't like to drive past the speed limit kitten, i don't want unnecessary attention from the cops, that's the last thing daddy needs." You didn't reply right away because you had a feeling he might continue talking. So he says " a second thing daddy doesn't like, it's his little kitten disobeying his orders. I'm one hundred percent sure that I was very clear when I said -no touching while daddy is away- and I had the impression that my little kitten understood that".

Then you started kissing his neck, little by little from under his ear all down to where the first button of his shirt was. He had his hands in his pockets, not touching you. He was really fighting with himself to not grab you by the waist and just have his way with you, but he didn't want to give you the satisfaction that you won. So he said: "daddy is very disappointed with you kitten, I don't think he will forgive you for those pictures, neither for the video, any time soon" you continued kissing his neck and his jaw all way up to his lips, but he didn't return the kiss, didn't even move his lips... that was the moment you realised that you did a great mistake recording that video, because if eddie didn't want to kiss you back, that meant you were really screwed. But with real confidence you said "kitten is really sorry for disappointing daddy, but I was so bored and lonely. What can I do for you to forgive me?"

He took a step back, turn around and sat down to the bed and said " get ok your knees and suck me off." With this phrase you felt your pussy flattering and you were one hundred percent sure you felt wetness between your legs. But as a good girl you were, you got on your knees, looked him in the eyes, smiling and said " what daddy wants, daddy gets" and started undoing his belt and pants. When you took his hard dick out, just before you were about to kiss his head he said "get your tits out kitten, I want the best view. Also, both hands on my thighs, no more touching your self, and don't try anything funny." And you complied, dragging the neckline of your tank top under your boobs and smiled sweetly to him. But he didn't change his demeanor, not even a bit. So you started sucking him, holding his waist for support, but while your nipples rubbed with the fabric of his pants, they got really sensitive and you started moaning, sending vibrations down his dick and driving him insane. So he took a hold of the base of your french braided hair and started fucking your mouth. You were all drooling and crying from the force, but you loved every minute of it.

Eddie, though, was clearly not talkative today, the only thing that left his mouth was low groans, not sweet words neither playful praises, like he always does. Just groans. When he felt himself that he was about to finish he said "open that disobeying mouth, and don't waste any drop" and you did, looking him with wet face while he finished on your tongue.

After that you were sure he was going to lay you down and get between your legs but he didn't. He just simply stood up and went straight to the shower and said "no orgasms for bad kittens tonight, till you understand your mistake and never do it again" and closed the bathroom door.

While you were lying under the sheets looking at the opposite way, you were thinking that you were about to safe word, cause all of this felt kinda different. Five minutes later he was out of the shower, dressed and ready for sleep, you felt the shifting of the bed and a large hand coming up and down your hip and eddie said "are you going to disobey daddy's orders again?" and his hand slowly getting between your legs. Then you took a little turn and looked him with sad and subby eyes and said "no daddy, never again, i will be your good kitten from now on, just like you want, just don't be mean to me, it's making me sad" then you seen his cold stare melting all of a sudden and started kissing your neck up and down, laying you down under him and getting between your legs, slowly, fully undressing you. "You were so hot kitten in this pictures, that you almost gave daddy a heart attack" and started kissing your breasts when you replied " thank you daddy, i just wanted to be pretty for you" and with that he started sucking your nipples while playing with your clit just how you liked it, dragging breathy moans from your mouth, along with some incoherent words you wouldn't remember, even if you tried. Something like "thank you for making me feel like that" or "I'll make you proud daddy" and he was on cloud 9.

He made you cum the first time just with rubbing your clit, continuing with fingering your pussy retrieving a second orgasm in just five minutes. Then he started kissing down your tummy to your pussy while you were trying to get away telling him "please daddy, i can't do it again, i want you inside me" and he simply said while holding your thighs " if you were so eager to cum in that video, just by your self, now you are about to cum as many times as daddy tells you, so make daddy proud" and just dived into your pussy, licking and fingering till you squirted so hard you lost connection with any other sensation.

After that eddie slowly comes back to you, planting kisses all over your body and hoisting your legs up his shoulders till your knees where touching your ears and whispers to you " now take my cock like a good kitten you are, and prove daddy you are sorry for disappointing him and making him mad" and thrusts into you fast and hard till you were screaming with pleasure. " You are going to squirt all over daddy's cock one last time." And with that he started rubbing your clit again, without losing the rhythm of his thrusts while you were mewling "yes daddy, im close, I'm so close, please don't stop" with a high pitched voice that got him shaking. "You are the best kitten baby. I love you so much angel" that was the first sweet thing he said since he got back, that got you shaking while squirting all over him. Not even two minutes later, he finished inside your pussy with grunts and moans between "i love you" and "you are my angel" phrases.

After an eternity, that's how you felt it, he slowly dragged himself out of you and his eyes darkened when he saw his cum leaking out of your red puffy lips down the sheets. He looked over your red, teary face, where you had your eyes closed from the pleasure. He kissed your cheeks and lips and murmured how much he missed you and how much he loves you.

After he cleaned you and himself, ran you a bath and put fresh sheets on the bed, you two were cuddled half sleeping when he said " was i really mean with you before? I was just pretending, i would never use you and ignore you like that, but if you felt bad or anything I need to know." You hesitated first, but because you're trusting him you said "I felt somehow insecure, I was thinking about safe wording to you, but then you came and started touching me and giving me kisses so I realised that you were just pretending to get me on edge. But I don't want you to be more mean than that, I Don't think I would like it". So he looked you with adoration and said "never my angel, and if you ever feel again like it's enough, you're safe wording immediately. It must be consensual and pleasurable for both of us. That would make daddy really proud. His girl standing up for herself" and kissed the crowd of your head sweetly while caressing your arm... murmuring "I love you my angel" again and again, somehow like a broken record until you both fall asleep.

…

I don’t even know if I need to say anything because holy mother fuckin shit this was amazing????????? HELLO??????????

I’m retiring now, cherry emoji the floor is yours. mafia!eddie is yours all yours from now on. I am so obsessed with this in a way I can’t even describe, but particularly this line-

“open that disobeying mouth, and don't waste any drop”

made me SCREAM!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!

I’m literally fucking floored this is so good!!!!! I need mafia!eddie to rail me after I send him naughty videos PLEASE!!!

omg thank you so much for this cherry emoji!! you are a gift to us all!

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ROSES - CHAPTER 14 : "boyfie" ──────────────

y/n walked over to what she thought was felix's car.

"damn is this yours?"

"uhhh no i borrowed it from minho hyung haha" he had an awkward smile on his face

"no way he would let you do that" y/n said while getting in the car as felix also got in.

"i mean not really, i just grabbed his keys and took off"

felix started driving and put on music, while you were staring out the window. you two soon arrived to the restaurant and you guys went to sit outside. it was dark out so felix wasn't scared of any paparazzis showing up.

the two then ordered their meal, making small talk while waiting. then the waitress brought in their food.

"woah this is a lot" y/n looked around the table with wide eyes

"only for my favorite girlll" he winked

"oh my god please stop you are NOT rizzing me up"

"damn okay" he faked being sad

while the two of them were eating the food, y/n looked at felix's food and wanted to try it, because it looked good.

"hey can i try yours?"

"yea of course!" he picked a piece of it up with his chopsticks and put his hand under it "open uppp"

y/n laughed and opened her mouth, accepting the food. y/n decided she wanted to feed felix too, so she took her food and put it to his mouth, feeding him. they continued their silliness until they finished.

felix asked for the check and payed, then they got up and went back to his car.

"so, where to now?" y/n asked

"its a seeeeccreeett" felix teased

y/n sighed and played a long with his little game. sooner or later they arrived at a little hill and felix parked the car. then both of them got out.

"its a bit of a walk uphill but the view is so worth it i promise" felix worried y/n would be mad about having to walk

"yea but im wearing heels felix" y/n whined

"oh shit...uhhh-OH I KNOW! get on my back and i can carry you up there" felix suggested

"nope, nuh uh, no fucking way." y/n shook her head

"y/n pleasee" felix was practically begging at this point

"ugh okay fine, only because i really want to see whats up there"

y/n got on his back and he went up the hill. after around 10 minutes they got to the very top, and felix let y/n off his back

"woah" y/n was in awe of the sight

"nice right?"

"oh yea, its amazing."

they made their way to the middle of the hill where a picnic blanket was sitting with a box of cake and 2 forks on top.

"aww felix you did this for me?" y/n asked with tears in her eyes

"yea, hyunjin helped me too though, he set this up."

while they were still standing up, felix turned to y/n and grabbed her hand, making her face him.

"y/n can i tell you something?" felix asked

"yea whatsup?"

"i know we've only known eachother for like 3 weeks, but you're genuinely one of the best people i have ever met. you're really sweet and funny and extremely beautiful. i really like you..will you be my girlfriend?"

"oh my god felix! yes of course i will!" y/n hugged felix and he spinned her around

"good, now lets eat this cake"

the new couple ate their cake while taking lots of pictures, occasionally putting frosting on eachothers noses.

time went by fast and it was time for them to leave, felix wrapped up the blanket and took the cake into his car, then he started driving. he arrived at y/n's house and walked her to her door.

"thank you for such a great night felix, today was so amazing."

"you're welcome" he said and then went in for a hug.

y/n hugged him back and then they pulled away from eachother. y/n's arms were still wrapped around his neck and his on her waist, their faces close together.

"goodnight boyfriend" y/n said and kissed his cheek and then let go and walked away.

felix put his hand to his cheek and touched where she kissed him and was in shock

"goodnight girlfriend...." and at that y/n giggled and went inside.

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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Twenty Six Letters || JJ Maybank

Warnings and authors note: This is sad, like so sad, my friends say it rips their hearts out. I’m sorry. Title credit to black butterflies and deja vu by the maine (the lyric is “there’s only twenty six letters I can use just to tell you I won’t let go”)

This specific story is an alternate ending to another fic I wrote, but I haven’t got that one transferred here yet, I am in the process of moving all of my works to this blog from my main.

Word Count: 2,350

July 17

Y/N,

The doctors came out and told me they tried everything, but they couldn’t save you. They’re transferring Charlie to the mainland where they have a NICU, they’re life lining her. The amount of police that had to hold me back from hurting that doctor, I’m embarrassed. This was supposed to be our dream, our family. I needed to write my thoughts down, I know you can’t read this, it’s ridiculous. I can’t lose both of you. I love you so much.

July 19

Y/N,

Charlie weighs a whopping 1 pound, 2 ounces. She’s the tiniest thing I have ever laid eyes on. I’m staying on the mainland until she gets to come home, thanks to the community, really. Sarah started a fundraiser for Charlie’s medical care, your funeral, and the community really showed their support. No word on who did this to you, but I will find out. Charlotte Rose Maybank is a fighter, just like her mother. I love you.

July 21

Y/N,

Today we laid you to rest. Even though your parents didn’t like me that well, they both put that aside today. John B and Pope had to practically hold me up at the cemetery. We were supposed to grow old and gray together, but today I had to put you six feet under at twenty three. It hit me that I am a widower at twenty-five. I am a single father of a four day old “micro preemie”. I’m at the hospital now. I’m not supposed to be in the NICU this late, but the night nurse knows what happened and can understand my need to be close to the last thing I have of you. I love you more than you will ever know,

PS: I did as you wished and made JB and Sarah her godparents. They’re coming tomorrow to see her for the first time.

July 25

Y/N,

I spent the night in jail last night. You see, they finally figured out who the pick up belonged to. I hadn’t seen him since we got married two years ago, but I was so pissed off when I went into the jail to talk to Shoupe. I asked him for five minutes with him, which was granted. I was yelling, and I’m not embarrassed about that actually. I told him I was going to make sure he went away for a very long time. That he killed the love of my life, that because of him his fucking granddaughter is fighting for her life right now all because he felt like it was okay to drive drunk. That motherfucker showed no remorse whatsoever. He fucking smirked at me Y/N, so I punched him. Square in the jaw. Of course, I was promptly booked for it, but I was told this morning that they weren’t going to actually press charges because in Shoupe’s eyes he deserved it. They put it on the books as a purely cooling down period. I came back to the hospital, and Charlie is stable. They said if she keeps improving like she is, I might get to hold her for the first time soon. I’m trying to be strong for her, for you, but I miss you so much. You should still be here, she should still be safe and growing inside you. But it wasn’t meant to be. I love you more than the moon and stars,

August 9

Y/N,

So I haven’t written in a while and that’s because we have a pretty rocking kid, you know? I got to hold her for the first time last week. It was an emotional affair, I was sobbing the moment they placed her on my chest. She’s still so tiny, but she’s gaining weight and is starting to look more like an actual human instead of an alien. I made sure the nurse took a picture when I held her because I want to remember how small she was the first time I held her, even with all the wires and tubes. I may be writing less frequently but I’m gonna keep writing. It makes me feel better. Like, I’m still close to you with this notebook. I love you, I love you, I love you.

September 17

Y/N,

Happy two months Lottie Rose. I know we were going to call her Charlie, but the new night nurse started calling her Lottie, and I’ve kind of fallen in love with it. It just fits her. She’s almost three pounds now! I’m so proud of her. It’s wild to me that she would be due in almost six weeks. The doctor expects her to be home by her due date, and I promptly will be taking her to your grave. She’s always going to know how much you loved her, Y/N. I made sure your mom put “Mother of Charlotte” on your headstone. When she’s older I’m gonna take her to our favorite spots. I want her to know who you were, because I know that the person you were, is why she’s here. I love you more than I can count.

October 31st

Y/N,

Happy Due Date Lottie Rose Maybank! We’re going home today, Y/N. Lottie weighs a whopping 6 pounds now. I’m so proud of her. She is tiny, but she’s gonna catch up fast. She passed her car seat test with flying colors. She can eat from a bottle, but the nurse noticed that she wasn’t as responsive to sound as most of the other babies when they’re ready to go home. She suggested she might just be desensitized to the noise of the hospital, but they wanted to recheck her hearing before we leave, so I am writing this while I wait for them to finish that. I just signed all of her release paperwork. Last night, I was contacted by the local news to do an interview about how Lottie is, and how everything has affected me. I think I should do it, John B and Sarah said they would watch Lottie while I go to the station.

Okay so they brought Lottie back, she didn’t pass her hearing test so we have to set up an appointment for a hearing specialist. Honestly, if she needs hearing aids it isn’t the biggest deal in the world. I’m not going to love her any less. She’s our kid, she can handle anything that's thrown in her way. I love you bunches,

December 24

Y/N,

This single dad thing is hard. Tomorrow is Lottie’s first Christmas, and we are going to church with your parents. I know you always liked to go on Christmas and Easter at least, so I thought that could be one tradition I kept with Lottie. I’m also keeping the tradition of buying a personalized ornament every year for the Christmas tree. It’s wild to think that at this time last year, we had just agreed to try for a baby, and this year everything is different. You’re not here, we have a five month old daughter who is the size of a three month old. I’ve got to tell you, losing your wife brings things into perspective. I want Lottie to have a set of grandparents that love her unconditionally. I’ve spent a lot of time with your mom and sister the last month or so, and I know your mom will love her no matter what. No matter how we get along, Lottie comes first. She’s our priority. Merry Christmas, Baby, I love you.

July 17

Y/N,

One year. You have been gone one long year. This time one year ago, I was working on Pope’s dad’s truck. It seemed like every single siren in the town went out, and I remember thinking “That must be a bad accident.” If only I knew then. If only I knew that in an hour, you would be gone, that I’d be standing in the waiting room of the hospital while they worked on you until they couldn’t anymore. I remember the anger, Shoupe and another officer holding me back before I just buckled in my own grief. I remember your mom and dad coming, having rushed over from the mainland. Your mom knew, as soon she walked in the waiting room where I was a mess on the floor, JB on one side of me, Pope on the other, she knew. We sobbed together, we became numb together. I vaguely remember telling her they were lifelining Lottie to Raleigh. I remember her looking at me and telling me, “John James, you listen to me. You get to Raleigh, your daughter needs you. Do you hear me? She needs you.” It was the only time in my life I didn’t mind hearing my full name. I didn’t get to see her until she was already two days old. Today we have a happy, healthy, one year old. She’s catching up with kids her age, which kind of shocks the doctors. She’s growing on track, she’s hitting milestones. She just started crawling, but she can already get wherever her little heart desires. I’ve made a conscious effort to not be sad in front of her today. We are having a big party for her, she’s going to love it. I miss you, sweetheart. I love you

August 10

Y/N

Time flies, you know? It seems like yesterday I was bringing Lottie home from the hospital. Where has five years gone? Today, I dropped her off for her first day of kindergarten. We had a long conversation about how if anyone was mean about her hearing aids, to tell her teacher and how it wasn’t a bad thing to ask for help. I want her to have a better school experience than I had, I want her to like school. That didn’t stop me from sobbing like a baby the whole way to work. Of course, my boss knew I’d been crying and just patted my shoulder and told me “if you think this is the only first day that you’ll cry, I have news for you.” I told him Lottie is an only child, I’m probably going to cry at every first day of school. It’s strange to think that if you were still here we’d probably have another little Maybank running around. It’s okay though, your sister had twins two years ago and JB and Sarah are having their first soon, so she’s got cousins to play with. I love you sweetheart.

July 17

Y/N.

Uh, we have a teenager? Like a full ass practically fully grown human in our house. Thirteen years and it still feels like yesterday. We got the news yesterday that Luke Maybank died in jail over the weekend. Y/N, I have to tell you, our daughter cracks me up. I told her that her grandfather passed away, and she told me she hopes you take a trip down to hell and kick the shit out of him. I told her that I beat the shit out of him thirteen years ago when she was barely a week old. She found the news articles about the accident, and asked me to talk to her about it. I did, but it was hard. I’ve never shut up about you so she knew who you were. She also asked me why I never remarried. It’s simple, really. Half my heart was buried with you 13 years ago, and the other half divided to recover and love our daughter just as fiercely as we loved each other. I love you honey.

May 31

Y/N,

Okay, we’re old. It’s fine. Charlotte Rose Maybank, you know our pretty rockin’ kid? Yeah, she graduated high school today, as valedictorian. She’ll be 18 in July, Y/N, and then in August she’s going to the mainland for college. She wants to be a doctor. Watching her walk across that stage, in her cap and gown, I was sobbing. I was an absolute mess. JB had to take pictures for me because I couldn’t stop shaking. You’d be so proud of her. I know I sure am. I love you more than I can breathe,

October 25

Y/N,

Our baby girl got married today. Of course, I could go my entire life without knowing that JB and I are going share grandkids someday, but really Alexander is a great kid, and he loves Lottie. I know that someday, she’s going to find all these notebooks and read them and I hope she laughs that I shared every milestone with you like you could read these. She’s got one more semester of school left, then she will officially be Charlotte Rose Maybank-Routledge, MD. I personally think the hyphenating of her last name is really complicated, but that’s what she wants. She looks absolutely stunning in her dress, I hope you can see her. I love you, gorgeous,

November 13

Y/N,

We became grandparents today. It’s wild to think that 27 years ago, I was holding our daughter in the same hospital where Carter Jonathan Maybank-Routledge arrived early this morning. The Maybank genes are still strong in this one, Carter looks so much like Lottie it’s not funny. I told JB maybe the next one will look like his side, ha. Okay sweetheart, I love you. JJ

March 6

Mom,

I had absolutely no idea that Dad wrote you a letter every week, sometimes every day, for 36 years. He fought the cancer for a very long time, Mom, because he simply didn’t want to leave me and the boys. I found the notebooks, I’ve spent the last week reading them. He loved you so much, he loved me so much. He wrote to you up until the last day. That’s beautiful. I know you are back together now. You’ve got 36 years to catch up on. Tell him we’ll be fine.

I love you both,

Lottie.

#obx fic #jj maybank x reader #JJ maybank #obx #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #JJ maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #JJ maybank angst #obx angst #obx fanfiction #dad!jj maybank

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cceanvvaves · 8 months

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earphones; c.ty

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: drunk-driving, swearing

My grandpa was a romantic.

He always told me stories about his late wife, my grandmother.

The stories were really cute, they seemed so happy together, and so in love.

The thing is, I don't believe in love.

Ever since my father left my mother, I always saw relationships as a chance for enemies to hold you close and crush your heart.

Alone, Mother resorted to drinking heavily. She would come home late at night, bawling her eyes out and muttering incoherent things under her breath. She would upturn tables, smash plates and scream, while my grandfather brought me to his room and told me stories to calm me down, but her actions scared me.

One night she came home late and got into an accident because of drunk-driving.

She never made it out alive.

So, I was put into the care of my grandpa. I was not very sad. I was only 7 after all, and I was just glad the screaming were over. Although I unhappy because I lost someone I was related to by blood, she was never like a mother to me. It was always grandpa who watched over me.

When she was gone, grandpa was quiet for months. He stopped telling me stories, almost as if his only purpose was to keep me alive. Even at a young age I understood he was grieving, so I let him be and distracted myself with books and music, purchasing vinyl records and playing it on grandpa's record player.

My family is fairly wealthy, so even with no one in the household working, we had enough to live.

Grandpa became somewhat cheerful again after 3 years. 3 years it took him to get used to the pain of losing his only daughter, but I was happy to have someone to talk to. I was never the talkative type at school, so I was known as 'the weird girl with a crazy mother'. I didn't mind, as long as they left me alone, which they did.

Anyway, grandpa told me stories again, but this time he always ended it with a, "You'll find your love someday too, Y/N." which greatly annoyed me. What if I didn't want to fall in love?

My favorite days were Saturdays, because he would come out of his room and dance with me. Because of him, I came to prefer slow and old-style music, which led me to discover Stephen Sanchez. Outside I was a serious student, but behind closed doors I was just a child, laughing at the littlest things.

Unfortunately, Grandfather was no longer young, and his health decreased. He tired easily, and his voice grew hoarse. One day when I delivered him porridge to eat, he laid a fragile hand on my shoulder and said, "I want to see you happy with someone, Y/N. When are you going to look for a lover?"

I calmly fixed his bedsheets before replying, "I'm not interested in love, grandpa."

"You can't live alone!"

"I have you."

"I won't be here forever."

Perhaps I had a fear of being alone, because those words triggered me.

"You still have long to live, grandpa!"

"Old age is making things difficult-"

"No! Please stay with me, I can't lose you-"

"That's why you need to find someone, Y/N! It will make it easier to cope when I'm gone-"

"Stop saying things as if you're gonna die!" I yelled, storming out of his room and grabbing my things. I headed towards the basketball court, hoping for some peace and quiet.

It seems that the universe was not on my side today, because the court was filled with sweaty, noisy teenagers, all trying to show off to the girl on the bench. I admit, she was really pretty.

Not wanting to attract attention I sat on the corner bench, away from everyone. I put on my earphones and played Ricky Montgomery's 'Mr. Loverman'.

I stayed there, humming with my eyes closed, alone in my world of music. However I was interrupted by a figure over me. Pausing the music, I raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes?"

"Were you playing 'Mr. Loverman', by any chance?"

I checked to see that my earphones were properly connected. "How did you know?

She took a seat beside me. "The tune you were humming seemed familiar."

I turned red in embarrassment. Oh gosh, she heard me singing. "I am so sorry if I bothered you-"

"No, no," she brushed it off, "you've got a beautiful voice." If possible, I blushed even further. "May I listen?" she asked, gesturing to my phone. "Yeah, sure." I said, offering her the left side. My earphones were pretty short, so we were forced together, arms touching.

"My name is Tzuyu, by the way."

"Y/N."

We spent comfortable silence together for a bit until one of the boys strutted towards us, flexing his bare, skinny arms desperately as if there was something to be proud of. "Tzu, why are you sitting next to this weirdo? Hang out with us instead." he said, pointing at his friends who waved.

"First of all," Tzuyu got to her feet, irritated because this guy cut off a really good song, "shut the fuck up, Ryan. I'm only here because m friends are busy and I've got nothing to do. Secondly, since when did I allow you to call me 'Tzu'? Lastly," she got all up to her face, and it sort of made me snicker because she was taller than him, "she is not a weirdo. It's more fun yo hang out with her than you. Now fuck off."

She sat back closer next to me, and I was quite shocked because no one has ever stood up for me before. "Did you mean that?" I whispered, eyes wide. She sent me a small smile, "Of course."

Ryan grumbled and headed back to his equally disappointed buddies. I, meanwhile, was in high spirits until I noticed it was starting to get dark. I stood up abruptly , accidentally wrenching the earphone out of Tzuyu's ear. "Sorry! I have to get home, my grandfather's probably waiting."

"Grandfather?" she asked, rubbing her ear.

"Yeah, I live with him."

"I'll walk you home."

No, it's okay, I know the way-"

"I insist," she leaned down closer to my face and added, "those guys are probably gonna follow you, they won't bother you with me around." I glanced at Ryan and his troops, who were throwing me dirty looks. Gulping, I nodded my head as a sign of agreement.

She grinned at me and grabbed my arm. "Lead the way!"

During the walk, I managed to learn a lot about her. She was Chou Tzuyu, Taiwanese, 20 years old. She had eight other friends and liked to sing. She moved here to Korea to study, and now worked at a café. In turn, I told her about myself. Kim Y/N, also 20, worked at a flower shop and lived with my grandfather because my mother was gone and my father left.

At this point we reached my house. "Thanks, Tzu. Can I call you Tzu?"

"You can even call me yours," she winked. I hit her playfully and she chuckled, putting her hands in her pockets. "Well, goodnight."

"You too. Get home safely."

She was a few meters away when I remembered something. "Hey, wait!" I called. "Can I get your number?" She smirked silently and we swapped numbers. "See you soon, Ms. Loverman."

I shook my head and made my way inside. I walked into grandpa's room with my head hung. "Hi, grandpa. I'm sorry for yelling at you and leaving-" I started to say, but he cut me off. "Who was she?"

Not expecting this response, I blinked in confusion. "Huh?" He pointed at the window. "The girl who walked you home." Oh... "Oh, her name is Tzuyu. I met her at the basketball court."

"Are you friends?" he questioned. I tilted my head. "Um, yeah, I guess. I don't know, I mean, we swapped numbers-"

"Text her. Hang out with her more."

"Umm... okay. Are you hungry?"

The next day, I called Marissa, my grandfather's caretaker for when I'm away. "I thought it's Sunday today? Where are you going, young lady?" she questioned in a motherly way. Over time, she'd somewhat grown to be a mother figure to me. "Just the basketball court, Mari, friend to meet. I'll see you soon. Bye, grandpa!" I waved.

Once I arrived at the court, I immediately spotted a tall figure. "Hey," Tzuyu grinned, showing her dimple, getting up and wrapping her hand around mine, "let's go somewhere else, yeah? Better scenery than here." I giggled and agreed. "Sure."

She brought me to the cinema. "Ey," I said jokingly, "a little too fast, don't you think? Movies already?" She punched me on the arm. "Shut up."

We watched 'Titanic'. Actually we were supposed to watch 'It', but I begged her to watch something else because I'm not really a horror fan, since I scare easily. She agreed, but she teased me the whole time. I had to restrain the urge to hit her.

And that's how we got closer. We hung out a lot. On weekdays, we met at 6, the time we were both free from work. Suddenly days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the next thing I knew, we'd been friends for a whole year. In those 365 days, I got close to her, since she was my first actual friend. I introduced her to grandpa, and they seemed to get along fine. But I noticed something different. She had introduced me to her friends, and maybe it's because I knew her longer, but I didn't feel the same spark with the others. I talked to my grandpa about it.

"Grandpa?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it normal for me to feel closer to Tzuyu than other people?"

"Of course, you've known her longest, after all."

"But I feel.. different."

"Like how?"

"Like... like I want to... I don't know. I just... want to hold her hand and hug her, hang out a lot, talk about the future..."

"Y/N.. do you like her? Romantically?"

"I.. I don't know."

"Think about it, Y/N. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out someday."

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This day was beautiful. The sun shone brightly and the birds sang cheerfully. Nice weather to take a walk outside, but I was cooped up inside the flower shop without customers to tend to. I sighed boredly before deciding to doodle secretly until someone came. I was in the middle of a decent tree sketch when I heard the bell ring, signaling someone's entrance. I pretended to be busy arranging flowers. "What can I do for you?"

"I want the prettiest flower."

"Well, that depends on your preferences." I said distractedly, not fully processing the familiar voice."

"I want you." I looked up, seeing the face I had grown to look forward to. "Tzu!" I exclaimed, rushing around the counter and threw my arms around her.

"Woah, hey!" she stumbled, surprised at the sudden gesture of affection. "I'm on day off today, thought I should visit you."

I groaned, "Good thing you did, I'm bored to death."

She chuckled. "Sucks to be you. Anyway, I wanted to ask if I could come over."

"What- come over to my house?" I spluttered.

"Well, yeah."

"Why?"

"Didn't you hear? There's going to be a meteor shower tonight. I think it'll be most seen at your house." she explained, shrugging. "Well, okay." I said. "Great! I'll keep you company, then."

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I closed the shop the moment the clock struck 6. "Let's go?" Tzuyu skipped ahead of me, seemingly more excited. I mean, I've always wanted to see a meteor shower, but I didn't really wish to see one. Well, I have the opportunity to now.

"Do I knock or..." Tzuyu said, pointing at the lion door knocker. "Tzuyu," I snickered, "did you knock last time?" "No, you had the... key...," she mumbled, embarrassed. "Well, anyway, grandpa wants to see you again."

I led the timid girl towards my relative's room. "Grandpa, I'm home! I brought Tzu." He answered quickly, making me shake my head amusedly, "Bring her here!" "Do I have to?" whispered my hostage. I tugged at her hand and said, "Of course, he never stopped telling me to bring you over again."

Grandpa was wide awake, peering at us with his eyes that had seen many things. He beckoned Tzuyu forward with his finger. She obeyed, bowing respectfully. "You grew well," he blurted. Tzuyu looked down shyly, staying silent. He scanned her figure and stature, his observant eyes softening. He nodded. "Grandpa! Don't intimidate her. She's fine, really." I laughed, jumping onto her back. Instinctively she caught me. "Have fun, then." he croaked, not bothering to ask what we were doing. "But no girls in the bedroom, Y/N." "Yes, yes, grandpa." I answered, my face flushed.

"What was that about?" Tzuyu wondered out loud, dragged by me to the living room.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

I huffed. "Yes."

"Okay, then."

I plopped down on the rug, ignoring the perfectly comfortable armchair by the fire. Perhaps thinking it was rude to sit there, Tzuyu sat next to me. I rummaged through the collection of vinyl records. "What song do you want?"

"Huh?"

"Song."

"Umm, can we play 'Still Into You'?"

"Yes!"

I returned the records and grabbed my phone, searching it up and playing it. Waiting for 10 to come, we spent the whole time singing, dancing, snacking and listening to grandpa's stories. Tzuyu was fascinated, and while we prepared a picnic in our backyard, she pulled me aside. "Your grandpa's really fun." I held my chin up proudly. "Yes, glad you noticed." We chuckled, lying down face up with our hands under our heads.

Before we knew it, meteors started falling in the sky. "Tzuyu-ah, look!" I pointed. "Make a wish, quick!"

I closed my eyes. I thought of something to wish for, but my mind always went to the girl beside me... I wish Tzuyu would like me back.

I opened them again, looking to the side. She still had her eyes closed. "Tzu." I said softly, getting her attention. "Hmm?" her hair flipped behind her. I snickered. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing, hair flip queen." she pushed me with her foot. "Ah!" I complained jokingly, "Stinky foot."

"Heeeeyy~! I'm supposed to be the one teasing you!"

"Too bad!" I moved away from her. She went after me and pinned me to the ground. "Well, you asked for it." My eyes widened when I realized what she meant. "No! No! Don't!" But her hands had already found their way to my hips. She flexed her fingers. "Ready?"

"No!"

"Too bad!" she mocked my earlier words, then started tickling me. I squirmed underneath her, trapped between her legs and uncontrollable giggles escaping my lips. Her hands roamed my body, eager to find a ticklish spot. Finally, after seconds that felt like years, she showed me mercy and stopped. I panted tiredly. "That was totally not fair." I announced after I had caught my breath. "Don't call me 'hair flip queen' then." she shrugged. I whined. "But you are!" Tzuyu threateningly raised her hand. "Okay, okay, sorry."

We stared into each other's eyes, completely forgetting about the meteor shower in the sky. Her eyes seemed to hold more stars than the universe could ever imagine. Slowly she leaned in, making me do the same. Our lips touched, making me shiver. As her soft ones lingered on mine, the last meteor fell.

#twice #female!reader #chou tzuyu #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice imagines

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steve0discusses · 9 months

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Ep 46 Pt 2: Seto is Sad Now

I just want to take the time to fully appreciate Seto and Yami on the back of this horse.

You can’t tell me that the image alone of them on horse back where Seto is just on the back like it’s a motorcycle or something? Two cousins trying not to be weird about this mode of transportation while the tall one sits in the tiny seat?

(which by the way, I didn’t realize it at the time, but uh my condolences to the shippers of Yami and Seto, they are...damn! They sure are cousins, aren’t they? Like a reverse Sailor Uranus/Sailor Neptune situation right here. Well, you still got modern Seto, but...sooo many lost fanfics out there, I’m sure, who were...probably not happy with this revelation.)

So I had to look this up because I’m not a horse girl, regrettably, I do not know enough about horses to know if two grown men can fit on the back of a horse without busting that horse’s spine in half. But, what I found out is: you don’t do this to a horse. I mean you can, but you shouldn’t.

Thing is...Yami is technically a kid in size, if memory serves, Yugi is still less than 100 lbs.

Maybe this horse is OK? this horse they occasionally use to skate down mountainsides? It’s not a real horse anyway, and honestly, this whole idea of the two on a horse is very funny to me so who cares.

(read more under the cut)

Also speaking of scientifically incorrect things in Yugioh, this was also very funny,

FAR BE IT FROM ME to get all technical and make some weird youtube video about all the historical inaccuracies in TV shows (which damn, I sure do hate those videos) but I can still laugh at it when it happens.

Bro just told me “bold of you to trust Google” and he’s correct. For all we know some AI just lied to me just now, so if you know some deep lore about trebuchets don’t be afraid to speak up.

Their horse pulls up to the line of out of touch trebuchets and warriors flanking the city, where we reunite as a cast minus Karim.

Yami then dumps this on me and it was so outlandish I could not tell if this was canon to the manga/original translation or if the dub decided this would be OK to do.

Just let the man die! He divorced his wife on horseback and then did not raise Seto, he abandoned this boy to kill thousands of people, just let Aknadin freakin die. Please, Yami, this is not up for debate, Yami. Let Aknadin freakin die he hella deserves it.

Agh, Dartz all over again, I swear this show didn’t used to feel the need to redeem it’s villains, youknow? Or maybe it was always like this but I forgot because of freakin long covid wiping a year of my life, I don’t freaking know. But if/when Aknadin comes back I genuinely can’t see how he and Seto could ever fix their relationship on this planet Earth.

Anyway, speaking of being tired beyond your ability, Yami remembers just how many fireballs he took to the chest today and decides to just keel over. Good thing he didn’t do this on the back of the horse.

Relatable, honestly, this is what I do nowadays when I have to stand too long because I decided to cook 2 things instead of 1. Yami just has long covid, he’ll be fine. Just find a couch and do a big sittie, Yami.

Like damn, Yami, maybe should’ve let Seto at least drive the horse?

And so the trebuchets fire off with all this animation that a bunch of people looked at, and after them, these scenes passed over like 100 more people’s hands, and no one at any point said “yo they used sleds instead of wheels in Egyptian sands, right?” and they were...like they were from the wrong anime really, but please admire the wings on these “trebuchets”

freakin nerf guns made out of logs hahaha.

Anyway, Bakura noticed.

Sad Seto starts botching it so poorly that it, in fact, triggers the end of the world.

Could’ve been Isis commanding the troops. Or Grandpa. Or Shad- no wait, no actually...

...probably shouldn’t be Shada.

But I think that Isis would not have needed that necklace to know throwing logs at the enemy would not work. Especially since this particular enemy is like...all log.

Thanks for the America shout-out Yugioh, my warm and fuzzy patriotic vibes go off in my heart every time I see lady liberty in an apocalyptic setting, not gonna lie.

I make fun, but it really did take Yami a while to figure out what the hell Bakura was implying here.

Lets admire the guy in the very back who looks like he just lost his glasses so he’s just gonna sit it out directly on the ground.

I will not revise the death count. They died. They died right in front of me. This is clearly a ghost.

They’re just back now. They’ve done this before where they magically come back to life, it’s never explained, and I’m used to it. Rex and Weevil are god tier and it’s never ever explained. I’m ready for them to die again every time I see them on this show. But this show will never let go of these bastards because like...well I don’t know, really, but it feels like the show runners REALLY like these two and I’ll let them have their comfort OCs.

LISTEN.

So I know I was going to put a towel on this boy’s enormous smiling dong, but it would, in fact, make it more obscene to put the towel on him in this particular scene than to go without the towel.

And yes, it did grow larger than the last time we saw it, and no... I don’t think we should analyze that.

Meanwhile we have run out of useless logs and their out of place trebuchets.

Blue Eyes just sitting on the bleachers being like “no dawg, it’s fine! I’m fine, we’re all fine!”

And then we uh, killed Shadi.

It happened so quickly I think the dub actually removed a scene where he gets hit. Like suddenly Yami’s in danger, then it cuts away, and then Shadi is just on the ground like “you get em buddy” and he kicks it.

What an unceremonious way for this creep to die.

And of all the times! He has been threatening to die this entire season! And I guess it’s better than getting bricked in the head by Aknadin, but still...a lightning bolt huh?

And in case you were like “so why is he this weird ghost that haunts us 5000 years later?” That’s apparently answered in like the movie, from what bro tells me. I forget which. I want to say it’s Dark Side of Dimensions, that movie I keep threatening to watch. He hasn’t seen it either, he doesn’t know.

Anyway, we made it through another episode, and yes, it was Shadi who died.

I cannot believe how long Grandpa has held out this season, can you? I can’t believe it at all.

We’ll catch up again next episode, where...it feels like this is the finale guys. Wow. We’ve come so far. And again, I wish I was in a better state to write, because I feel like I used to be a lot more in depth and just...more analytical.

But really, this season is just pretty freaking weird. Like there is stuff to analyze here. There are things to get out of it. But I spend so long being like “and then this weird thing happened, and that weird thing happened” that I’m still just stringing together the nonsense and I’m not really appreciating the forest for the trees.

But I’m sure those things will come to me in time, if they really are that important to glean from this season, even if it may be in some later episode or some sort of post-season essay I feel like writing (I probably won’t). But until then, we’ll just admire the dickface they convinced 4kids to put on TV.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #YGO #Yu-Gi-Oh #Yami Muto #Yugi Muto #Bakura #Ryou bakura #Theif King Bakura #Seto Kaiba #priest seto #Shadi #Isis Ishtar #Rex Raptor #Who I originally called rex wheeler so that's where my brain is rn #Zorc

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Marshall's Surprise

A little oneshot fanfic I made for Marshall fans

*beep* *beep* *beep*

An alarm clock is beeping at the side table. Then a white fuzzy paw pushed a button to make the alarm stop. A sleepy Dalmatian woke up from it's slumber.

*yawns*

Marshall yawns as he's now awake. He looked at the time and it's 6:00 AM. But he noticed something.

"Huh, where am I?"

He then looked around and noticed that he's sleeping at the Builder Cove Fire Station and not at the lookout. It took a couple of minutes for Marshall to figure out how he ended up at the fire station.

"Ohh that's right! I remember!" Marshall said as he grabs his pup pad on the side table next to his pup bed. He opened the tablet and checked the date. He then smiled as it's a special day for him but then he got sad as he remembered something. He then went to the messaging app to check if the pups had sent messages to him. But sadly no responses, the last time the pups had messaged him was last week which made the dally sad again. He placed the tablet back at the side table and got up from his pup bed and went downstairs to have breakfast.

He then went to the kibble dispenser that Rubble just built last week. He grabbed a food bowl and placed it under the dispenser, then he pressed a button and his food bowl starts to be filled with kibble. Usually he expected his bowl to be filled with too much kibble but today, it was just the right amount on his bowl. He then grabbed his bowl with his mouth and wents to a spot where he can eat his breakfast. He then placed his bowl down then starts to eat. He enjoyed eating his breakfast because it's a Liver flavoured kibble which is his favourite kibble flavour. While eating, he looked at his Firetruck which was just beside him. He wents to his firetruck and then rubs it's sides which made him smile more. But that smile doesn't last long as it fades into a frown. Is there something bothering the Dally? Why is he sad? Did something happened? Marshall then went back to his spot and continued eating his kibble.

He was just finishing his breakfast till he heard a knock from the garage door.

"Coming!" He said as he puts away his empty food bowl and then rushes to the door but he accidentally slipped and crashed through the wall.

"Oof, I'm Okay!" He says as he got up and presses the button which opens the Garage door. The door slowly rises up and a blue cladded pup is seen standing infront of the doorway.

"Good Morning Marshall!" The pup spoked

"Good Morning to you too Wheeler" Marshall said to Wheeler, Rubble's adopted cousin that he just met months ago. "What brings you here?" Marshall asked.

"Well I decided to visit you after your very busy duty yesterday and maybe I could help you tidy things up inside the fire station" Wheeler said smiling at the Dally as Cleaning and Tidying up is his specialty.

"Well um, I'm doing fine today" He said as he gave Wheeler a big smile. "And um yeah, I do need some help since I didn't have much time to tidy things up yesterday" Marshall added as he and Wheeler went inside the fire station and started to clean things up.

After a few minutes, Marshall and Wheeler managed to tidy up the fire station.

"and Done!" Wheeler said as he just finished vacuuming the floor with his vacuum on his Puppack.

"Thanks Wheeler for helping me clean" Marshall said as he's also done with his work.

"No problem, I'm glad to help out especially when CLEANING is involved" Wheeler said while approaching him. "Say, wanna help me out clean in the park?" He then asked Marshall

Marshall then agreed and both went out of the fire station. Wheeler then stopped infront of his dumptruck

"Hey Marshall, we can go there by riding my truck so that your paws won't get burned out from the hot sidewalk" Wheeler offered him while making funny puns.

"Okay, I'll accept your flaming offer" Marshall replied while also making puns. The two then hoped on Wheeler's Truck and they drive to the park.

~~ Stay Tuned for Part 2 ~~

Hey Guys! So this is my very first Paw Patrol fanfic and probably the first time I wrote Marshall and Wheeler in a fic. I have been planning to do this for months and finally I had some free time to work on it. Sorry if there are any grammatical and vocabulary errors. I'm still working on that but maybe I'll improve in my possible future stories. Hope you guys enjoy reading my first fanfic and standby for part 2. Also, I just wrote this without revisions and also worked on it at night. Also feel free to comment down below on what you think about my fanfic.

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