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l0v3tast3 · 1 year

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More young!reader and 141 maybeeee? I feel like I just need more headcanons and drabbles

Also maybe like, 141 reacting to reader randomly dropping information like "well, my mum's an alcoholic and she used to beat me"

And this is me speaking from experience cause I do that and like 🥲

✎ i think i got this request like almost a month ago now i am. so sorry lmao but i'm actually getting to it and that's what counts right? right. i pumped this out in like 2 hours which if you knew how i write you would be very impressed 😎

✎ tags: young!reader, military!reader, not proofread im too cool for that, just general fluff like one mention of simon being angsty about u dying ig?

♡ so soap and the reader are definitely really good friends. i don't really think he's like super "mushy"? i guess? like some people make him out to be (not that there's anything wrong with that i love that trope) because like, look at him. i love him but some of the stuff he says in the games is like super fucking #militaryman if that makes sense lmao

♡ you're friends in a sibling kind of way. you make fun of each other all of the time and play pranks with (and on) each other. he goes rough on you when you're sparring but always makes sure you're okay afterwards. a lot of the time he talks to you like you're a little kid in an annoying tone just to piss you off.

♡ simon definitely didn't really want to like you at first, partly because he didn't want to get close to you in case you died or got seriously injured or captured or whatever else could possibly happen. but you literally weaseled your way in as his friend.

♡ after a few weeks of being with the team, you picked up on their likes and dislikes. in particular, you learned which foods simon liked at the cafeteria, you learned what kind of books he read, etc. etc. and so ensued you doing nice things for him.

♡ you would grab him the protein bar he liked from the vending machine when you went to grab yourself or someone else something. if you went somewhere with cheap books, you would grab him one that was similar to what you saw him reading last. you always made it a point to get him cheap things so you could refuse if he tried to pay you back.

♡ most of the time, though, he would say he didn't want it when you handed it to him. you would just shrug and tell him to give it to someone else (you see him with whatever you got him not long after). other times, you'll just sit down next to him and talk to him out of nowhere. towards the beginning, it was more of you talking at him, but that was okay with you. it took longer than the others, but you wormed your way into his cold heart.

♡ price is your new father. he gives you advice on literally everything, whether or not you ask for it (you almost never do). he does the dad thing of the hands on the hips and legs kinda spread while he explains the topic in depth. he has a very vast wealth of knowledge, you come to learn.

♡ i feel like one time you would comment on price's outfit, saying it looked good and matched well one day and he would kind of take it to heart. from then on he'll occasionally ask you how his outfit is that day. he'll play it off as if he's joking, but deep down he's actually curious. you always make fun of him for the hat that's seemingly glued to his head, though.

♡ gaz fully leans into becoming your older brother. he doesn't deny it, he just laughs when someone says anything. also i feel like he'll literally do anything you want to do. he'll go shopping with you, he'll go to bookstores or antique stores or crystal places, literally anywhere. it's gotten to the point where you just tell him to go with you and he just grabs his coat.

♡ he also will play any video game with you and he always beats you at it. it literally does not matter if he's never even heard of this random game you just pulled out of some alternate dimension, he'll be better than you at it. he's also absolutely clueless about his natural talent; if you ask him what the hell he's doing right, he's just like "huh? 🤨🤨"

♡ yeah in regards to randomly dropping trauma like it's nothing, it's definitely a smack in the face to all of them. they talk about the time they almost died in a firefight or when they got shot several times over, but they don't talk about the "deep" stuff.

♡ so it's like, you say some shit like "yeah my [super close person] died when i was really young that was #rough lol" and they all just slowly turn their heads to you like "what the actual fuck did you just say" and you're just like "what's going on why did we stop talking 🧐"

♡ they either move on to a new conversation after several long moments of silence or you just don't notice and continue talking like you didn't just give them mental whiplash.

♡ also so like i'm the type of person that loves clutter and just wants to decorate the hell out of my apartment n shit right? so like if you're also that kind of person and you just amass all this stuff in your room and put in shelves and lamps and posters and pictures covering every wall (even though it's probably against some military code or rules or whatever) and they got a peek they're just like "what the fuck"

♡ every time price sees it he tells you to clean it up but it's half-hearted at best. you tell him he's just jealous of all of your cool stuff, and he secretly is (if you're a mini-fridge kind of person he would definitely want to steal it from you).

♡ if you don't really decorate your room that much or just don't have a lot of stuff, they all get you little things to clutter up your space with. kyle and you come up with a system of buying each other a gift whenever you go shopping together, and he's good at remembering what you like.

♡ i think simon likes carving wood in his spare time, and you'll see him doing this and say that's really cool and good, and he's always just like "ya want it?" and tosses it at you. you don't bother asking if he's sure he wants to give it to you because he already pulled out another block of wood to carve into.

♡ they all also will fight literally anyone for you once you all get closer. you're probably one of, if not the youngest person working in the entire compound and they know how people talk, and if they hear anyone saying anything bad about you for any reason they shut that shit down immediately. you are good, in every aspect, and they all will let everyone know that.

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 6 months

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Mercs proposing hc?? So basic but Im literally one corny mf

The TF2 Mercs proposing to their partners

WARNING: Mild gore gifts because this is the Mercs we’re talking about here.

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Scout:

- Biggest panic attack of his fucking life. Has no idea how to function like a normal human being anymore. It was that feeling of being in love with somebody all over again and needing to tell them. What’s worse about this though is that marriage is a huge commitment. One that many aren’t ready for yet. What if you reject him and he messes this relationship up?

- Goes to Spy for comfort. In all honesty he’s just a very damaged little boy on the inside and scared that he is incapable of receiving unconditional love. The other Mercs catch him behind the base crying into Spy’s shoulder on the curb while Spy holds him. He’s telling Spy how much he loves you; and how terrified he is that you cannot return that same vow. Spy knows the feeling. “Shh, mon lapin.” Boy howdy Spy’s certainly grateful that Scout’s mom didn’t teach him a word of french.

- Spy has to shove Scout into your room to actually finally get him to do it. “Your idiot boyfriend has a few words for you, and apparently I have to be present or i’m certain he’ll break down crying again.” He says to you. While poor Scout curls up into a ball on the floor.

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Soldier:

- First of all, why him? Second of all, this is the type of guy to go all out and spend half the money he earned in mercenary work to get one of those “will you marry me Y/N?” banners hooked up to a plane. Complete with the pilot being ejected and the plane crashing nose first into a rock formation. Apparently that was 100% intentional because a bunch of confetti came out of the explosion. You don’t know if you should be horrified at the audacity, or head over heels.

- Brings you an entire necklace of ears. But that’s not all! For limited time only you can get one of soldiers’ severed heads that was purposely boiled and skull cut into the shape of a helmet! Great, right? “Wow, what type of animal is this?” You ask. “A DOG. PACKAGED WITH PURE, NO ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR, PASTEURIZED AMERICAN GLORY!” well that’s not reassuring. “OOOHH SAAAAY CAAAAN YOU SEEE—“ Soldier immediately gets hit over the head by Heavy and knocked unconscious.

- After the initial silliness dies down you see adoration as you tend to his awful head wound. Maybe Heavy knocked the stupidity out of him? No. He’s still insane. Soldier grabs your wrist as you apply alcohol to his wound and squeezes your hand. “Somebody like me doesn’t deserve somebody like you.” He says. “Bullshit, Soldier.” You say, leaning in for a kiss.

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Demoman:

- He can only achieve this when drunk off his mind. Not to mention it arrives in the most unromantic way possible. But it doesn’t make you love him any less. He holds you close to him after a New Years party at the base and pats your back. “Jus’ so you know, you’d look mighty fine with a ring on your finger.” He flirts, getting incredibly physically affectionate. He makes sure never to cross your boundaries.

- “Me mum would kill me but fuck all. y’know? Old wench’s days are numbered anywae. We could live ina nice cottage by the sea.. If ya want wee lil’ bastards I’ll actually take care of em. I’d have to stop me drinkin tho.” He says, pecking your neck. His remaining eye is pleading with you to say yes. “Pleaaase?”

- Has no recollection of these events in the morning so imagine his dumbfounded expression when one of the Mercs asks about his new fiancé. Cue the embarrassment mixed with pride and excitement.

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Engineer:

- Will 100% go to your window in the dead of night and sing a song for you on his guitar. Particularly I imagine this would be the contender. You have no idea this is even a marriage proposal. You just think he’s being incredibly sappy. Imagine the surprise while mid song he pulls out a small box and throws it up and down recklessly like a baseball. You’re slowly beginning to catch on as he opens it with his free fingers after finishing the song.

- Complete overconfident show off. He pep-talked himself before all this and rehearsed his performance repeatedly. By using the wrangler and effortlessly throwing the box up in the air and propelling it forward with a single bullet, the sentry successfully aided in getting the box up to you. You don’t even know how you managed to catch it, to be honest.

- Tips his hardhat to you. “Whadda say? Marry me?” He can barely contain his smile. Both excited and somewhat relieved he pulled that off.

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Heavy:

- “Heavy made you dead person crown..” He walks into your room one day and puts it on your head. It’s a bunch of severed ears meant to resemble a flower crown. “Hey, thanks big guy.” You’re grateful for the gift, being a crazed Merc yourself is it really any surprise? You give him a huge kiss on the cheek. Heavy looks thrilled that you accepted his gift. Which is very much unlike him. Usually he’s reserved. Maybe he’s just having a good day?

- Well.. you eventually find out why. That was apparently his way of proposing to you. Soldier nudges you the next morning and teases you for being engaged to Heavy. You’re horrified to say the least. You had no idea this meant marriage. Not that you wouldn’t marry him. But what about his gun Sasha? Wouldn’t she feel jealous? You’ve been with Heavy so long you keep referring to that damn thing as a person.

- Immediately upon seeing you; goes up to you and gives you a list of stuff he wants at this wedding. There’s even a blank page for you to write your own needs. He seems oddly motivated to plan this out months before it actually happens. There is countless mentions of Russian authors he wants to attend the wedding. As if they’d ever consider going to a stranger’s wedding. “If they won’t come then Heavy will crush them..” He says. Same goes for your guests.

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Pyro:

- Wow.. Kind of the most normal out of all of them. For the most part. If TF2 took place in modern day they’d propose with a ringpop but all they have is a bag of candy and an actual ring (That they may or may not have stolen from someone in Tuefort.)

- They get on their knees and offer the ring to you in an extremely professional manner. It’s quite surreal to see Pyro pull off something so domestic and normal when he’s always destroying stuff with fire. In fact this is a little too normal.. This is Team Fortress we’re talking about here. Shouldn’t something be wacky happening right about now? It’s like the perfect opening for slapstick. Through your cries of love and laughter you begin to feel anxious at the back of your head.

- Yup.. There it is. Pyro tells you that Scout offered to be the ‘Ring bear’ for the wedding. There’s Scout dressed up in a cutesy teddy bear costume. You’re certain that’s not how it works. “Just for the record, if you tell anybody about this, I’ll fuckin’ saw off both your knees boston sandwich style. Capeesh?” He says. You have no idea what that means so you quickly agree.

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Sniper:

- Afraid he’s going to mess it up, much like Scout. Gets incredibly physically ill as a result from stress and isolates himself in his camper van. You’re convinced he wants to tell you something but you have no idea what it is. One day on the frontlines an arrow narrowly misses your face and embeds itself into the wall next to you. You were about to turn around and bombard Sniper until you saw the note attached to it. “Pardon, Will you marry me? -Sniper.” With a very worried sad face drawn next to the note. He even bothered to draw his hat on it.

- Disbelief clouds your face at first. Sniper? Marry another Merc? You’re in shock. This isn’t something you’d ever suspect from a guy like him. But your initial thought makes way for an uncontrollable smile.

- He literally will not approach you first after this. You have to knock on his camper van because god knows he won’t be even able to face his team for months. As you jump into his arms and kiss him he immediately pulls you inside to love on you in private.

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Medic:

- WOULD RATHER SHOOT HIMSELF

- Just kidding. But he wishes he were dead right now. How could he do something so… Un-mad-sciencey? Marriage is just a concept brought upon by money hungry people. It only exists within the mind… Yet, that’s how he feels. An eternal vow to you is something he wishes to do. He’s already planned to make you a god alongside him once the time came so you could be his beloved consort forever. It reminded him of the greek story of soulmates.

- Gets a little fruitier than usual. The most feminine moan you ever heard left this man’s body as you brushed against him while trying to help him grab a syringe he dropped. This man gets unusually hornier and that’s how you know something’s up.. “Looking up my skirt, I see!” He says, as you glance up his long lab coat. There isn’t anything there but his pants so you roll your eyes. “Ah yes.. “ You respond. You decide he’s just clingy and horny as usual and carry about your assistance. You’re not in the mood for that. He never even bottoms so he’s feigning it anyway.

- “Err—Uh— Ho! Wouldn’t it be just shameful if I knew what was going on inside your head?” He asks. “Alright, i’ll bite. What are you saying, Doc?” You sigh. He fixes his glasses back up on his face thoughtfully. “One body, one mind. That would be quite intriguing don’t you think? If we were to.. Become one.” He placed an odd amount of emphasis on that, as if the thought was simply music to his ears. Lord he’s creepy. Medic grabs you and holds you close to him. “Think of the possibilities. We’d never be lonely again. I could stitch our bodies together and we could feel each other’s essence. Forever.”

- “Medic, you good?” You ask. Although his words were strangely flattering nonetheless in their own way. You smile at him. He seems to be lost in the idea. Fantasies of being with you for eternity flood his head. Particularly ones where you’re both a weird hybrid god. Weirdest marriage proposal world record goes to Medic.

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Spy:

- No, no no no no no. He can’t do this again. Marriage never worked out for him. After losing Scout’s mom and many partners that followed, he couldn’t bare hurting somebody like that again. His job always got in the way of what he truly desired but he had to live with it. This life chose him after all. His hand was forced into this position. Seeing your bright smile for the rest of his days was all he ever wanted. His urges to get up and say something to you were too strong.

- Has to metaphorically slap himself in the face and remind himself to act like a fucking adult. He wasn’t a little rambunctious teenager in Paris anymore. Yet he felt like one whenever he saw you. Such boyish feelings for an old put together gentleman like him. Spy decided to trust you and himself. But if something went wrong he wouldn’t hesitate to jump off a fucking cliff. Spy would stare at his reflection in the bathroom mirror for hours and contemplate his decision before making it.

- He proposes to you under a starry moonlit night. Not even bothering to kneel down, he slides the box across the balcony to you. “Well?” he asks, taking a long drag of his cigarette. His eyes fixated on the horizon. “Do I have to say it?” He asks. “Yes..” You tell him. Your eyes gleaming with joy. You never felt happier in your entire life. “Fine.. Will you marry m—“ He couldn’t even finish before you jump on him, ultimately knocking you both down.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #medic x reader #spy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #pyro x reader #sniper x reader

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htttg · 8 months

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Lasagne - Alessia Russo x reader

Summary: while ur girlfriends away at a game, you make her a lil surprise to come back to...

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"Hey guys, what's up, as I'm sure you all know, my girlfriend Alessia has a big game today; a friendly with Scotland and very sadly I can't be there 'cause my big fat leg injury. So instead, I'm gonna just make some food and put the game on, and I thought you could join me," I spoke to my Instagram live from my kitchen.

"Kay, obviously gotta get all the ingredients out - we're making Lessi's favourite, lasagne, and her mum sent me her recipe so I'm gonna have to try my very best to live up to her mum's standards,"

I chatted to my phone absentmindedly as I collected all my ingredients.

"Guys I realise I'm giving you a tough choice here on where your attention goes - to the game or to me making lasagne. Look I will not be offended if you chose the game, I'm not the best chef in the whole of Europe, the Lionesses however,"

By now I had all the ingredients out and had started mixing up the sauce, talking and joking with myself to make the live entertaining. I had Lessi's game up on my laptop just behind my phone.

"I'm warning you lot now," I spoke, "that I'm the worst with onions, the literal worst so I will be in a right state in about thirty seconds,"

I peeled the onion, and diced it finely, trying to do it as quickly as possible as tears seeped from my eyes.

I stuck the onions in the saucepan but had to collect myself still.

Strings of curses came flying out my mouth as I strained my eyes a lot.

"Fuck, you're not supposed to touch them, are you? Maybe that makes it worse. I don't even think it can get worse, fucking look at me,"

I got closer to the camera, showing everyone my bloodshot, teary eyes, which just kept twitching.

I tried to get over the feeling, taking a breather. I rested my hands on my knees to support myself as I leaned over.

Suddenly, from my laptop, there was an eruption of noise and I shot up.

"Did they just score? Oh my god, Lessi scored, ahhh guys England are winning! Fuck my eyes! Awh she's doing so well, look at that replay that's a beautiful goal, jesus my girlfriend is so talented. Fuck my fucking eyes man this hurts. Awh she looks so happy, I'm so proud bless. God I wish I could've been there, guys they scored! My eyes still hurt like hell, god I told you I was the worst. I don't even get this - why me? Fuck!" I took another second, and then tried to continue, shaking my face as if it would help, "Okay, okay I have to keep going or I won't be done in time, shit, my eyes look bloody awful, hold on,"

I disappeared from my phone's view for a moment and came back with sunglasses on.

"What do you think guys? Look good?" I chuckled to myself, "yeah, these actually are Lessi's, not mine, they were the first ones I found. I might have to steal them from her though, definitely look better on me. Okay, let's keep going,"

England had scored another two goals by the time I was starting to construct the layers of the lasagne, with Less getting one of the assists. She really was playing great today, getting many praises from the commentators for her performance.

It really did make me so happy, seeing her beaming on screen. She'd been needing a win since a recent loss that she had taken pretty hard.

I wacked the lasagne in the oven a few minutes later, checking the time left on the match to make sure I had my timing right.

"Perfect, she'll get back a few minutes after it should come out the oven, now we just wait,"

I kept on with the live, turning my full attention to the game now. Scotland managed to score despite England dominating possession, but spirits still seemed high, England still leading by two goals.

Eventually my timer went, it had been 20 minutes since I put the lasagne in, so I went to check on it, even though I knew it would still need a fair amount of time.

"Right the cheese hasn't browned or anything, so I know it needs more time. How do I know though, when it's fully done, just from the cheese on top or what? I'ma give Carol a ring,"

I grabbed the house phone and dialled Alessia's mum's number. As it rang, I did a lil dance to the live.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Carol, it's Y/N,"

"Hi love, is the lasagne going alright?"

"Yes, great in fact and I haven't burnt the house down just yet,"

She chuckled a little at that.

"I was just calling to ask how you know it's done; I'm watching for when the cheese brown so when it does should I just take it out then?"

"Yeah, so when it's golden brown on top that's done, and the sauce will be bubbling around the edges. If you want, you can also stick it with a toothpick. If it's easy to push to the bottom layer then you should be good to go,"

"Oh that’s perfect, thank you so much. You watching the game?"

"Of course, course I am. Her goal was beautiful, wasn't it?"

"Sailed right into the net, amazing goal. She really is playing amazingly, she should be so proud,"

"And right after that hard loss the other day,"

"Yeah for sure, and you can see she's having so much fun as well, so nice to see,"

"And she's lucky to have you too, making her lasagne is so sweet she'll be so thankful,"

"Well, I have to give you some credit, it's your recipe after all. Anyway Carol, I better focus on my lasagne, or she'll come home to a burnt brick instead,"

"Of course, well I hope to speak to you soon, I'll give Less a call after the game,"

"We should look at going out for a meal soon, it's been a while,"

"Oh, that would be perfect, bye then,"

"Bye!"

The game ended shortly after, and then I got a message from my girlfriend saying she'd be home in 10. Perfect timing pretty much.

10 minutes later I heard her keys rattling in the door and ran to go greet her.

"Lessi, hun, you did so amazing!" I called out before practically throwing myself into her arms.

She pulled me close, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders as mine snaked around her waist. I buried my head into the crook of her neck, enjoying being so close to her after what had felt like ages.

"I missed you," I told her.

I could feel her sniffing the air, evidently the smell of the lasagne creeping into her senses.

"Lasagne?" she asked hesitantly, her voice filled with hope.

I chuckled, pulling away from the hug and leading her into the kitchen.

"I thought it'd be nice to make you something, plus you deserve it with that goal, stunning. Here, come, I'm live on Instagram,"

"You really made me lasagne?" she asked happily.

"Your mum’s recipe,"

She pulled me back into a hug from behind as I was facing my phone, watching the messages on my live fly past. Her chin nestled into my neck.

"I love you so much," she whispered quietly before pressing a kiss into my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Alright, get off you big lump," I told her, but my tone was light and there was a smile plastered on my face, "I'll serve it up,"

She withdrew from the embrace and sat up on one of the stools.

We talked with each other and with the live as I dished up the lasagne for us both.

"Here, pass," I indicated to my phone which she was holding and propped it up to get a video of her trying the dish I'd slaved over for more than an hour.

"It's good," she said with a grin, it came out muffled with her cheeks stuffed with pasta, and I could tell she really meant it, "it's really good. Mmm! Exactly what I needed,"

"Yayy. I'm glad it's good," I responded, and then we ended the live a few minutes later with a wave to the camera.

"Now that's off, I can do this," I said and turned to her.

I pulled her in for a kiss. It tasted like lasagne. She pulled away when we both ended up smiling into each other's lips.

"You couldn't do that before we ended the live?" she teased. I know she didn't mean it, we'd both talked about pda before, deciding not everyone needed to see it. Best not to encourage the tiktok edits.

"You really did play amazing today Less, I was so proud. You made it look easy,"

She chuckled a little.

"Come back here," she mumbled, putting her hand on the back of my neck to kiss me again. It was more this time, our lips moving together perfectly until she cheekily bit down on my lip.

"Less!" I cried out, pulling back sharply.

"Sorry," she said, clearly not meaning it by the brazen smirk on her face, "you tasted too good I thought you were lasagne,"

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #woso imagines #x reader #lionesses

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crepes-suzette-373 · 7 months

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”Is that a proposal” VS "non-mutual love": Weddings, weddings all around

At the risk of dredging a topic that's been beaten to death... I know all the SanNami fans already talk about WCI a lot, but hopefully what I'm saying is new or informative and exciting.

Even after declaring that he wants to come back and Luffy takes him back with open arms, Sanji still looks absolutely miserable and depressed. However, the moment Nami tells him she's taking him back, he pretty much immediately turns back to normal. Flying hearts and all.

Even Luffy seem to notice and goes "Oh great, everything is all fine now". (raw note: he just says "I'm somehow relieved now", but it's not overly different)

By the way, specifically, when Sanji asks if that's a proposal... It might seem a bit extreme, like you might wonder why would he assume proposal and not just "confession".

The reason is probably because Nami says "We're taking you back" with kaette kite morau 帰って来て貰う (i.e "receiving you back"). One of the indirect phrases to say "get married" is yome ni morau 嫁に貰う, literally means to "receive a wife" (into the husband's household).

This could just be a momentary gag, but here's a possible hot take for it: It basically subverts the whole Big Mum wedding entirely.

It's less common, but if the wife's family is more powerful, sometimes they would "receive" the husband into their family instead of sending out the daughter to the husband's family. No matter what Judge says or thinks, Big Mum is the stronger party here. Even suppose this wedding wasn't a fraud, for all accounts it's Sanji that's being taken into the Charlotte family.

He's only going along with it because he feared people would die, but if Nami's proposing? It's yes all the way.

Would you look at that, the groom is being taken in by another family already, bye.

And also, the colours:

In Japan, red and white together (kouhaku 紅白) means blessings from the divine, and is used for decoration and gifts in celebrations. Of course, among others, that also includes weddings. Pairs of red and white kouhaku mochi or manju are sometimes served to the wedding guests, and guests often bring gifts tied with red and white string.

Some say it's because the red means life and the white means death, symbolising a whole lifetime.

This all in contrast to the "non mutual love" re:Pudding...

This might be controversial because I dare to say the official translation is wrong, but in chapter 902, when the flowers and trees started singing Soul Pocus, the part about the prince and princess is messed up. This is how it should be:

They're saying "the prince and princess don't share mutual love" and this is all a massive farce. You can see the whole page retranslation by me here, but I repeat, both the fan translation and the official ones are wrong.

This? This is wrong:

I believe the reason why the translator got tripped up is because in the raw, the phrase is written like this: 引かれ会わない\.

引かれ means pulling. 会わない means "not meeting/not connecting". It seems that because of that the translators thought it means "pulling apart".

But the problem here is 引かれ合う is supposed to be a joint phrase that means "mutual attraction". Making it the negative form, 引かれ会わない, makes it mean "not mutual attraction".

And no, this does not include mutual pining where two people are in love but aren't aware of each other's feelings.

The Soul Pocus song was recounting the whole mess that had happened. A sham wedding, pulling death-defying stunts to escape, all hell now breaks loose. The fact that there's a specific mention of "love that is not mutual" seems pretty important.

Not to mention that the narration is overlayed over a picture of Pudding, who is crying heartbrokenly while holding on Sanji's memory clips, while Sanji is comforting Carrot and mourning over Pedro and pretty much already moved on.

By all accounts the presentation looks like it's telling us "Pudding likes Sanji, but he does not return the sentiments at all".

Remember. He was so depressed before, and so worried about Luffy and Nami, and he was basically having to force himself to make the heart eyes even when he was still thinking Pudding was nice. His priorities is always Nami and the other Straw Hats first.

Plus, how can these even compare:

This again relates to one of the comments I previously made about WCI: In multiple moments between Sanji and Pudding that could look sweet, Oda-sensei draws Sanji with stupid faces, and basically "ruins" the scene by it.

#sanami #sanami in manga #sannami #sanami theory #analysis #sanji x nami #sanjixnami #theory #language

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bibibbon · 3 months

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Inko midoriya is a bad mum

Yeah you heard it right inko is a bad mother. Look Iam not saying that inko is abusive but Iam saying that she isn't a good mother. YOU CAN CARE FOR YOUR CHILD AND LOVE THEM BUT STILL BE A BAD PARENT.

Somehow doesn't realise the severe bullying izuku went through and him being beat up since the age of 4. Iam so very concerned and confused on how inko never noticed that izuku was getting beat up when coming back home from the park or school it literally makes no sense to me like?!?! It's not like she even works she is a literal stay at home mum so how did she not notice for a good 10+years of izukus life?

Didn't really do anything about protecting her son until he got a quirk. The only time we actually see inko advocating for her son is AFTER He got his quirk. Look I think quirkless discrimination could of been a thing but seriously this series doesn't treat it like it is like this stuff only happened to izuku and I don't get why she never went to aldera and complained or why she didn't re-enroll her son into another school. How am I supposed to believe that she is somehow a helicopter parent when stuff like this happens and the fact that the plot doesn't allow her to take izuku out of ua and instead somewhat demonised her for that is sad.

She is very emotionally dependent on izuku. No offence but this is the truth. Every single time we see them together there will be a panel or a whole page even dedicated to inko crying to izuku and him having to comfort and honestly as a parent YOU SHOULD BE COMFORTING YOUR CHILD NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND. This also reflects a lot on Izuku's behaviour, throughout the series izuku is actually very emotionally intelligent when it comes to people take the whole Katsuki Vs izuku 2 or take the sports festival and todoroki this could all be a result for him having to take care of his mother emotionally and having to grow up quickly when it comes to emotions. stuff like this explains why he is so emotionally mature and also emotionally intelligent.

Her reaction to him being quirkless and completely breaking down on him. Izuku's is 4 he has very limited knowledge of the world and the stuff around him. Izuku being diagnosed quirkless isn't necessarily something he can fully understand so the only thing he understands is that 1) this diagnosis makes his mother sad and 2) he can't be a hero and do what other kids/the majority of the population can do. Her reaction doesn't help Izuku at all and izuku even goes on to acknowledge such a thing and talk about how he wanted his mother to comfort him instead of cry and profusely apologise. @delawaredetroit talked about the meaning of this panel and how the chair acts as a barrier between the two which I really like and think explains their relationship perfectly

Her "concern" on the quirk Izuku got. Look your child that has been quirkless for 10 years of his life magically gets a quirk and explains it to you in some gibberish about modern science but then you find out that the quirk is completely different from yours and your husband's genetics and it physically hurts your child to use it. (He hurt himself to the point he had to get surgery?!?!) Instead of questioning the origins of this quirk and asking your son to explain himself or worry about your son hurting himself you JUST COMPLAIN?!?! Complain to the universe about why he got such a dangerous quirk out of nowhere like?!?! Also is it just me BUT THE WHOLE SEVEN TIMES FAINTING IS GETTING TO ME LIKE?!?! Iam confused aren't you supposed to be there for your child why is he supporting you emotionally and mentally on stuff he shouldn't have to worry about

Izuku's reaction and mentality whenever his mum is brought up. From the few times izuku has thought of his mum in the series you can clearly tell how their relationship really is. Their relationship is literally I can't make my mum sad and I have to be there for her instead of it being the other way round. Like seriously why is izuku waking up from a two day coma and the FIRST THING HE THINKS OF WHEN HE SEES his mother's handwriting is her crying for him to wake up and not to hurt his mum by him getting hurt. This is very concerning?!?! It doesn't help that the two times he actually wakes up from the coma he is the one that has to be there for him mum like he had to comfort her when she found out that villains were after him (understandable) but she should of been there for her child she should of advocated for him or tried to comfort or even reassure him in anyway like seriously?!?!

The lack of communication between the two. In my opinion these two truly lack communication because why is she bringing the fact that she is going to take him out of UA at that point Infront of all might when she could of had a proper discussion with her son at any point before all might came?!?! It seriously makes no sense and don't get me started on the way she was talking about it like I know she had a point and she was right but the way she brought it up and the way she talked about it were horrible. These two don't necessarily communicate about anything that is solely about izuku himself. Majority of their conversations are about things like heros, inko and her health and some other stuff but none are about the child and solely the child which I find very worrying to be honest. also don't get me started on how izuku never felt responsible or felt like he could trust his OWN MOTHER ENOUGH TO TELL HER About thr bullying or OFA ( still mad that bakugo found out before inko)

Her allowing her child to go vigilante and not actually sticking up for him during the whole don't let him into UA thing. Idk about you but I genuinely don't understand why a parent who claims to be very overprotrctive of their child allows them to go and become a vigilante and run around while they haven't even fully healed. Also this went on for a month?!?!!! Like we she seriously never went to UA and was like?!?! What about my son is it safe for him or she never set her foot down and was like no izuku you're a child you don't need to fight you shouldn't fight the adults should keep you safe or something along the lines. No we got nothing of the sort all we got was her crying and agreeing to it which is honestly frustrating. Also HOW AND WHY THE HELL WAS SHE NOT ANGRY?!?? LIKE WHY WAS SHE NOT ANGRY AT YAGI?! WHY WAS SHE NOT ANGRY WITH UA ?!? OR AT ANYONE INVOLVED. Are we also forgetting that izuku was also used as a child soldier in the first war without his consent and idk if the parents knew but why was inko not rightfully angry about what happend it makes no sense to me. Oh and don't get me started on the chapter when all the people were like get this kid out like was inko not standing up for her son why didn't she comfort him with Kota when he broke down sobbing like why?!?! How am I supposed to believe that she is a good mother and not neglectful at all when I get THIS

Her lack of reaction when izuku is on the news for the sludge villain. So almost everyone knows about the sludge villain incident it was literally boardcasted on the news and you're telling me we never got a scene of izuku and inko talking about it, of inko comforting izuku or just inko knowing in general. Like your son was on the news and decided to run into a villain fight and you don't reprimand him or demand to find out why he did it. Like why is it that kirishima and other strangers have more of reaction to the sludge villain incident instead of the main characters mother and I bet izuku didn't even tell his mum that he met all might or that he was attacked by the sludge villain before Katsuki so yeah

Simply allowing her child to do whatever after waking up from a coma (THIS LEGIT HAPPENS TWICE?!?!) Are you telling me that inko really let her child who woke up from a coma not even long ago just go out because UA required him to or something like she just let izuku do whatever he wants and didn't even come and seem him after he woke up or didn't even come and collect him after he was literally discharged from the hospital!?!? Also I have touched on the 2nd coma thing but the training camp parc inko kinda drives me insane because how do you simply allow this to happen?

PS this is just stuff from the manga because if you want me to go on about how inko was absent WHEN IZUKU LEGIT GOT ACCUSED OF BEING A MASS MURDER AND DID NOTHING ???! that's not really something imma go into deep depth but wanted to mention (THERE ARE A LOT MORE INSTANCES I DIDNT MENTION)

Look I get it inko is a flawed parent but the narrative doesn't acknowledge that and no one else does. Like I said if horikoshi actually wanted to redeem an abusive parent then he had inko and kotaro idk why the hell he chose someone like enji to fulfill that role because let's be honest enji sucks and so does his redemption. (Neglect is a form of abuse!!!)

Also it's sad inko never gets to be more than the overly emotionally dependent parent to the MC and that's it. Like she has no friends no job no family except of izuku no nothing she is all alone and usually forgotten about in the narrative sometimes I think that a dead parent could of been more useful than her which is sad.

Iam all for inko actually being somewhat of a bad mother who works a lot but loves her child and is now trying to improve and be there but that never happens and izuku deserves so much better cos how come the villain Tenko has a better family and mother than the hero

#mha critical #bnha critical #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #mha #izuku deserves better #anti inko midoriya #inko midoriya critical #inko critical #bhna critical #midoriya izuku #midoriya inko critical

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Hii I wanted to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader with the song London Boy. Where the reader is from Europe, and she just moved to London to become a better ghost hunter, but she gets rejected at Fittes and other agencies. Then she finds out about Lockwood&Co. and goes to a job interview and gets hired. Since she's from Europe, she has an accent, and like she doesn't always pronounce words right, Lockwood loves it and finds it adorable. As she lives with all of them, they start becoming closer. She and Lucy become like best friends. And from the whole start, when she met Anthony, she was crushing on him and he would often call her darling and love, because for him it's normal, but she would literally be running laps in her head. Lucy notices all of this and teases them about it. Happy ending with them confessing and kissing? As always, you can change it so it suits the song more, I really love your writing, and it never disappoints!!

Lockwood x Reader - London Boy

A/N: While I was researching possible words to mispronounce whyy did I find out that I was pronouncing one of them wrong this wholeee time AHHH also why was it so hard to find a gif where he's smiling. Netflix pls renew the series to give him more screentime where he doesn't look like he wants to dies plzzz. also this starts with a letter written by the reader to her sister a week after moving to London, 3.1k, enjoy!!

Dear Elizabeth,

I hope things are fine over there. London is...interesting. It's very cold and wet, for one. I always feel like I'm one gust of wind away from catching a cold, but a friend took me shopping a few days back, and I've got a much warmer coat now. You'd love Lucy, she's got your sense of humour and everything.

Things didn't work out so well at Fittes. Or Rotwell. Or any of the other agencies I had shortlisted. I'm at a small independent, Lockwood & Co. There's only four of us and Mr. Lockwood's only a year older than me (a misnomer if I ever saw one, I thought he'd be closer to eighty than eighteen), but they get by just fine and I'm learning loads.

Part of me still wonders if I made the right choice by leaving. I wish I was home; warm, dry and safe. I miss the fields, the bonfires, the cheap juice boxes... miss you and mum to bits. Give her all my love.

"Writing a letter?"

She slammed a hand over her postcard with an aggressiveness that shocked her as much as him. She was sitting at the kitchen table, opting for a change of scenery while she drafter her note. It was morning, and from the shuffling sounds outside, George and Lucy seemed to also be awake, but only Lockwood was in the kitchen with her. And the thing about Lockwood was - well, he made her a little skittish.

She panicked at his slightly taken aback expression, rushing to make amends. "No! I mean, yes, I am writing a letter. It's for my sister, Elizabeth."

"I'm sorry I startled you, I don't mean to pry."

"You weren't." God, did she completely forget how to hold a normal conversation? It was mind-numbingly difficult to generate coherent words or even thoughts with his buttery smooth posh accent washing over her. "I just - we keep odd hours and with the time zone difference I haven't had the time to talk to them on the phone."

"I didn't know you had a sister."

She looked down into her tea, suddenly shy. Keeping eye contact with him was difficult enough when they were all in the room, but his undivided attention was simply unbearable. There was something so intentional in his gaze that made her too nervous to think too much about it. So that just left a knot in her chest that would throb and set her ablaze any time he got too close. That, coupled with their extremely embarrassing first meeting, made her especially prone to stuttering or leaving the room whenever Lockwood was around.

Ironically, he was away handling a mild Type One case in Sidcup, for which the prestigious clientele warranted the inconvenient travel, during her interview. Which was just as well, because she was sure she wouldn't have been able to force anything out with him watching her as closely as George had. She had seen the newspaper clippings on the wall, but the dates had been cut off, so it hadn't been immediately obvious to her that he was a teenager like the rest of them. Besides, who had heard of an agency run by three teenagers and no adults?

Which was why she nearly fell out of her armchair the following morning when the front door opened to the sound of unfamiliar yet boyish laughter. The briefcase carelessly left by the entry way to the living room caught her eye first, followed by his crisp suit, his straight tie, and finally, the man himself.

She wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but as he grinned with his dimples mischievously winking at her, she felt that if anyone could change her mind, it just might be him. She felt the palms resting on her book grow clammy as her heart thudded dangerously, And this was all before he had even spoken or looked at her. As soon he opened his mouth, she was a goner.

"You guys have to read this: 'Lockwood & Co. - the answer to the Problem? For an independent agency with less resources yet arguably more success than the big two, could they be the key to ridding our world of visitors? Read more on pa-' Page six? So much of that trouble, all for a page six?"

"Now look what you've done, Lockwood. You've scared our newest member mute with that demented laugh of yours."

"How could I forget? Y/N L/N, the one agent with enough talent to, and I quote, 'somewhat-kind-of satisfy' George Karim. I was positively racing home to meet you. Forgive my, hmm, associates. I hope they didn’t give you too rough of a time."

"You make it sound like we're degenerates!"

"They can be quite bothersome when they want to be. I'm Anthony Lockwood, of Lockwood & Co."

He stuck out a hand, and she blinked at him. She felt a bubble of nervous laughter lodged in her throat, almost half-inclined to believe that this was all a bit; he really was that ridiculously attractive. His dazzling smile faltered, morphing into one of concern, until Lucy knocked enough sense back into her to respond. She shook his hand, embarrassed, mumbling a greeting. He walked away, loosening his tie, and she buried her nose deeper into the paper, wishing it would just swallow her whole.

They had been terribly busy the past week, and during the day she would mostly tag along with Lucy, so their paths rarely crossed. There was this one time when he had just been coming down the stairs as she and Lucy were returning from their shopping trip. She froze halfway in the motion of taking her coat off, then shrugged it back on. He looked mildly confused. She was desperately confused. She didn't appreciate Lucy's snicker.

"New coat."

"Yeah. It's real warm."

"I can see that." Her coat looked not all that much bulkier than Lucy's, but she could still hear the smile in his voice as she pulled her gloves off. Somehow, she managed to coordinate her limbs enough to take the coat off and hang it like a normal person, before briskly walking up to the attic, the side of her face burning from when she passed Lockwood.

"It's real warm." Lucy wasted no time teasing her as soon as they were in the attic. She groaned.

"What else was I supposed to say?"

"You were really excited about the pockets at the shop."

"They're-"

"Faux fur-lined, yes, you've told me a thousand times." She gave a knowing half-smile. "Couldn't manage telling him once?"

"He'd think they were stupid. He'd think I was stupid." Even more stupid that he already thinks, she wanted to say. But who could blame him? For all he knew, she didn't have enough brain cells to string three coherent words together.

Their cases were tiring, but the routine was still so new that more often than not, she would be too wired to peacefully knock out in the attic with Lucy after their cases. She'd open the door to the attic just a crack, and listen to the soothing sounds of paperwork rustling in the library, watching the barely visible soft shadows of Lockwood moving about. She could glean that they were a little burdened by the absence of a pair of hands, and she had tried to offer her help, but all she got was distracted pats on the forehead as her words went in one ear and out the other. She couldn't blame them; they really did look stretched thin, which made her especially thankful for Lucy's company even at their busiest.

Still, that didn't stop her from carrying her blankets down to the door to the attic in the dead of the night, leaning her head against the banister. If she were lucky, she'd catch a faint strain of Lockwood humming. As cheery and disarming as he was, picturing him humming felt too intimate. The little that she could hear reverberated through her skull, the notes knocking into her other drifting thoughts about him, his British smile and his stormy London eyes. But the Lockwood she curiously dreamt of at night never reconciled with the Lockwood she saw walking and talking during the day, and so their relationship had come to a sort of standstill, where he would smile at her and she would take the first socially-acceptable chance to flee the room. Only, it was a bit harder to escape early in the morning when they were the only ones in the kitchen.

Fortunately, the others soon came, and the tension eased. Lucy came in, sleepily trying to scrounge up some tea while George went off on Lockwood about his sleep schedule, or lack thereof, while Lockwood tried to stuff his face and busy himself in gathering his documents to keep from answering. She took advantage of the bustle to discreetly sift through the drawers. Lucy had mentioned that they had a postage drawer somewhere, but she didn't want to be too much of a burden by asking again.

"George, lay off me, I've got to get to DEPRAC. Luce and I will meet you at the Archives and - oh, darling, we keep the stamps here." Lockwood paused his hunt for some brown, non-descript envelope to pull open a drawer between the two of them. She could feel her face starting to warm, but only because of the embarrassment, not the nickname. "Mailman should be coming around soon, so you might want to hurry. Luce, yesterday's client should be coming around near 5 and you promised Holly you'd do the invoices while she was away. Oh, what now George?" She ducked her head, muttering some thanks that went unheard as George tried to force out how many hours Lockwood had slept, practically chasing him out of the house. Lucy raised her eyebrows suggestively, which she pointedly ignored.

That day was the most dull one yet, where she rolled around the house like a lost penny, trying to occupy herself. A letter arrived some time in the late morning, and she took the liberty of starting its case report file. Lockwood was the first one free, arriving home a little after lunch. She told him as soon as she saw him, while he was still taking his coat off, forcing the words out before she lost her nerve.

"We got a new case while you were gone. I started its file."

"Wonderful. Thanks, love." He rolled up his sleeves, putting on the kettle, while she surreptitiously leaned against the wall for support, trying not to think about how effortlessly pet names dripped off his tongue, like honey, before she got too shaky in the knees. She pressed on.

"It was from a Lew-tenant Smith."

"Who?"

"Lew-tenant Smi..." her voice trailed off. No, that didn't sound right. She couldn't imagine any of them saying it like that. Lockwood briefly leaned over her shoulder, a faint smell of soap lingering around him, before his eyebrows unfurrowed and he returned to his tea.

"Oh, I see. We pronounce it as 'left-tenant.' Now, where's he staying?"

Oh dear. She wasn't entirely sure. "Erm, Ald-wykh?"

"Ald-wich, we call it."

"Ah." Some part of her wanted to apologise, but he was looking at her with a strange twist to his lips and a certain fondness was shining in her eyes that, once again, she was rendered speechless. A silence followed, and for once, she willed herself to bear it.

"You haven't been stuck at home all day, have you? Have you been outside during the day any time this week?"

"I, er-"

"Luce, what kind of a friend are you?" Lockwood spun around to accost Lucy, who had wandered into the living room to see the commotion, bleary-eyed from whatever lair she had retired to to iron out the paperwork. "Y/N must be feeling cooped up. We should make a day trip of it. We'll get a break one of these days, and we'll take you around London, do all of it: high tea, the West End, go to a pub, watch some rugby- how are you with heights? Interested in the London Eye?"

Lucy groaned, stealing Lockwood's tea. "I don't know how Holly does it."

"Well, for one, I don't think she lets it pile up like you do."

Lucy shot Lockwood a dirty look, taking his biscuit too before turning back apologetically. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but how about next week?"

She laughed, pulling a weak smile from Lucy. "Don't sweat it. Hopefully, I'll still be around then." Lucy waved goodbye, retiring to her mountains of paperwork.

"Well, there goes my tea. Would you like some...?"

"Tea? Oh, um, sure."

"Brilliant. See you outside in five minutes." With that, he left the kitchen. Once she had caught up to what had just happened, she slipped her coat on, joining him outside just as he hailed a cab.

Surprisingly, he hadn't been exaggerating: Lockwood was fully prepared to take her to each and every one of those attractions, no matter how long it took. In the end, they narrowed it down to a rainy cab ride to a play at the West End, with high tea afterwards, though they did get around to the rest in the coming weeks. Oddly enough, they never planned it beforehand. The occasional lull in cases would sneak up on them, Lockwood would wander into the living room where she would be fused to an armchair, and suddenly it would be time for yet another trip around London.

But now they were at high tea, tucking in to the fading sunlight and excitedly discussing the play. A wind blew through one of the open windows, and she shivered.

"Everything okay, love?"

"I'm fine. It's just a little draughty, don't you think?"

"A little what?"

"Dra - erm, like, it's windy?"

"Drafty."

"Oh, come now, that sounds nothing like how it's spelt. How was I supposed to know that?" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, as he polished off his food. But she was feeling bold enough to not let it drop this time.

"You keep doing that! You smile and turn away or you laugh and it makes me feel like I've put my foot in something - "

"No, no, dear god, no." There he was, laughing again. She hoped he would choke; but not too hard, just enough to shock some sense into him. "You don't - it's not your fault; believe me, I'm just an awful person. It's just...you really try your very best at...everything, really." His eyes fixed on hers and she found herself wanting to never look away. "It's...endearing."

"I’m sorry. I know my accent isn’t the clearest-"

“No, it’s fine. I like it. It’s very unique, and…beautiful. I’d pick your voice out of a crowd.” She felt this warmth wash over, and then chills run down her spine. He made her all nervous and giggly on the inside in a way that made her want to lounge around London, indulging herself in useless thoughts of ridiculous London boys with addictive smiles and silver tongues.

But like all good things, their excursion came to an end. She found herself dragging her feet to the front door with a boy with whom she was too scared to be alone with just 12 hours ago.

"I hope you had fun today. Not feeling too homesick, are you?"

She thought back to the green meadows and lightning bugs that she had dreamed about in the early hours of that morning. That life still seemed so precious, so sacred, but now it was oddly distant, no longer something she yearned for.

"I don't think so. You know what they say, 'home is where the heart is,'" she looked up at him, unable to resist the smile tugging at her lips, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But I think the English aren't half-bad either."

"Not half-bad?" They were so close now, she could feel his breath tickling her forehead. Her heart stuttered. "I took you out to the West End, and you call it 'not half-bad.'"

"Well, there are certain exceptions."

"Like what?"

Her stomach threatened to explode with giddiness. She was having a hard time regulating her breathing and looking at him at the same time. God, she was never beating the 'stupid' allegations. "I don't know," she fibbed in a flimsy attempt to seem cool. "Like...like you."

In the end, it was his eyes that pulled her in, pulled her under, because one moment she was teetering on the precipice of something new and terrifying, and the next there was soft skin brushing her frozen face, warm lips on her chapped ones. He tasted like summer in this cold, dead winter, breathing life and wonder back into her. It was dizzying, exhilarating, heart-palpitations-inducing...it was Lockwood, surrounding and consuming all her senses.

He pulled away, and all she stared at him blankly, as if he had stolen the words at the tip of her tongue. He gave a half-smile, and she grinned at him. He opened the door for her, murmuring in her ear in a way that filled her brain with pleasant static. "After you, darling." She rolled her eyes reflexively as a defense mechanism, but still her heart fluttered. They walked in to find George sorting the mail, mildly peeved, mildly concerned.

"Ah, so you two finally decide to show up. You could've been dead in a ditch for all we know. Your dinner's gone cold, you know."

Lucy had skipped down the stairs once the front door opened, a little too immediately for her liking and now her eyes narrowed teasingly. All of a sudden, she had the embarrassing realisation how visible the front porch was from the attic. There was colour in Lucy's cheeks, which probably meant that she had somehow managed to work through all that paperwork. Drat. "I dunno. I think Mr. and Mrs. 'Darling' are- "

"Luce! Have I...told you about my coat pockets?"

Lucy rolled her eyes, heading back to the attic, while George shook his head and handed her a postcard. Lockwood's fingers lingered briefly on her wrist as he walked away, leaving her and her mind all topsy-turvy. With a start, she pulled herself away from delicious thoughts of Lockwood to the postcard in her hand. She scanned it eagerly, lips twitching as she reached the end of it. Her sister could be just as ridiculous and delusional as her sometimes, and she wasn't even in the same country.

Y/N -

Can't say much, haven't got the time. All's well here and we miss you dearly too. The house is just too quiet, but mum seems to be adjusting. We saw a picture of your boss in the paper the other day.

London boys truly are a different breed, aren't they?

Love, Lizzie.

#fanfiction #anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #fanfic #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood x y/n #taylor swift #london boy #lover

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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy witnesses Jamie holding a newborn baby with effortless ease and suddenly he’s struck by both how much he’s in love with that gorgeous Tartt and how much he wants babies with him. When he brings it up with Jamie, Roy I’d stunned by how much Jamie would love the same thing with him.

WAAAAA YEAAAAAAAAAHHH LITERALLY CANT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS ONE—

Everyone’s happy for Colin, he’s not the first to get married but he is the first to have a kid.

He’s invited people over in groups of three of four, but he invited just Roy and Jamie over together.

It’s a fabulous time, Colin and Michael are exhausted but so happy, Jamie ends up holding Lucy for most of it. Roy offers that the two of them can go take a nap if they want. He took care of Phoebe when she was this little, he knows how babies work.

He leans in the kitchen door way watching the two of them stagger off into their bedroom, he can hear Jamie talking to Lucy. He turns to the living room walking in with a bottle, he stops.

Shit.

God Jamie looks fabulous with a kid in his arms.

Fuck.

God he loves Jamie. He wants to have a kid with Jamie.

See this isn’t a new thought for Roy, he’s had it a few times over the past couple years of their relationship. He always knew he wanted kids, he’s fairly sure Jamie wants kids. But it’s just been one of those things they never talked about.

“See Lu? I told you Roy would come with food soon. No need to worry.”

Roy walks over and sits on the arm of the couch, he passes the bottle over to Jamie. Lucy starts drinking as soon as she gets ahold of the bottle.

“Ever think about it?”

Jamie looks up at Roy. He has his headband on today, God Roy never thought he’d like that headband as much as he does.

“Think about what babe?”

Roy gestures towards Lucy.

“Shit kids? Have you thought about it?”

Roy nods. He takes a breath. Here goes nothing. “I mean yeah, I have. I’d love a kid with you.”

Jamie blinks at Roy for a second. Slowly a grin cracks over his face, “oh my god Roy you want to have a kid with me.”

Roy smiles down at the two of them. “Yeah, Tartt I do.”

Jamie gets a pinched look and shakes his head. “We can’t yet though.” Roy brushes some of the wispy hair out of Lucy’s face. He swallows, Christ why not oh god fuck it all why not.

“We can’t have a kid before we get married Roy. My mum would have my head. Anyways, we need to all have matching last names.”

Roy blinks.

“Did you just propose to me in Colin’s living room while holding his kid.”

Jamie during Roy’s panic, had gotten up and put Lucy in the crib in the corner of the room. He walks back to where Roy is perched on the couch arm and lightly shoves him onto the couch.

“I’d like to think of it as a pre proposal.”

Roy blinks again.

“Well gosh Roy don’t rush on giving me an answer or anything it’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

Roy smacks Jamie’s hip from where he’s standing before pulling him down onto his lap and kissing him.

“Yes Jamie, the answer is a yes.”

Jamie let’s out a quiet whoop to not wake Lucy. He kisses Roy with such force that Roy is a bit terrified that Colin is going to kick them out if he ever sees this on the nanny cam.

“Roy Kent Tartt doesn’t have a great sound to it.”

Jamie gasps, “fuck that I’m taking your last name. The Tartt name dies with me dad. Mum has her maiden name, and no kid of ours is having Tartt as a last name.”

Roy grins, oh that does wonders to satisfy the strong possessive urges he has with Jamie sometimes. God Jamie’s jersey having Kent on the back.

“So marriage then a kid?” Jamie nods leaning to kiss Roy again. “I’ve got a name already picks for a girl so you’re just gonna have to deal with that.”

Roy laughs, he couldn’t care what Jamie wants to name their kid. He’s winning today no matter their future daughters name.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #fluff #headcanon #royjamie #i had literally so much fun #got a bit distracted and went into a marriage bit also #jamie tartt x roy kent #they have a kid !!#thanks for the ask !!#hope you like it !!#mac writes ted lasso

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for snapping at my brother for taking his iPad to the bathroom? (I don’t think this is unsanitary despite the subject matter but idk)

Sorry for the long post !

Context: There are three bathrooms in our house. One downstairs, one upstairs and one ensuit in our parents room that neither of us use. He is mid to early teens and autistic, I am late teens and (as much as I know) neurotypical. I don’t know if this impacts anything, but i also don’t know much about autism. I don’t *think* it does but mum keeps letting him get away with this because of his diagnosis so it feels important to include.

Everytime he uses the upstairs toilet he brings his iPad with him and his headphones. He sits in there and watches YouTube and it takes him half an hour every time.

I only use the upstairs toilet because the downstairs one grosses me out to the extreme for reasons I don’t want to get into, (I honestly think it’s becoming phobic, I won’t walk past it if the door is open or even breathe if I’m near it,) but this issue is isolated to me and everyone else is fine with it. He is fine with using both. He also knows I only use the upstairs toilet.

He says he gets bored so he has to have his iPad when he goes. Yes, every single time, he gets bored and needs his iPad with him. I find this ridiculous, and ironic. Now instead of taking maybe five minutes he takes half an hour. I ask him again and again and again not to take his iPad in because it’s insensitive to if I might want to use the bathroom, but he doesn’t change.

We have had this same conversation over and over again, like, over twelve or eighteen months, and he keeps promising that he’ll change and then he doesn’t. It makes me upset how content he is to continue even knowing very well how it upsets me.

We had a really big fight about it awhile ago and mum suggested he try not to use the iPad when he thought I wasn’t likely to need to go to the bathroom, because that’s apparently as much as he can bear to do. He said he’ll try to use the downstairs toilet instead and because my dad uses that toilet he’s been getting in trouble with him for the exact same reason.

Sometimes when I knock on the door I’ll ask “do you have your iPad” and he’ll say no but when he comes out he does. He doesn’t have any qualms about lying to me and about breaking the same promise he makes over and over. It’s like he doesn’t care what I think at all and like he doesn’t view my problems as valuable. It’s literally the only thing I ask of him.

AITA: Today, he lied to me again. I knocked on the door and told him to hurry up and he said ok and I asked if he had his iPad in with him and he went strangely quiet and then said I’m coming out. when he came out he didn’t have his iPad so I thanked him because I finally felt he was listening to me, but he was lingering weirdly by the door. I HATE warm toilet seat so I gave it awhile and he went downstairs. He happened to come up while I was about to go in and he looked at me strange and I said “what? Why are you staring at me?” And he said no reason but I pressed it and he said “can I check the bin?”

In the bathroom we have a small bin that just got emptied today. He told me he had taken his iPad in there and had hidden it in the bin. I was peeved he had lied to me again and also that he had no problem with taking my thanks. If I hadn’t caught him trying to get it back he never would have told me.

So I said no and when I was finished I kind of snapped and told him I thought he was becoming a “nasty, selfish person.” It’s the only thing I ask of him and Im so tired of it. I felt especially upset the extent he would lie to me so easily. It seems like nothing gets through to him, and it’s like, I can’t help feeling he is a nasty selfish person!! I probably would have said more and said worse if dad hadn’t caught on to what we were talking about. Upon reflection I feel like I shouldn’t have said those things to him and I was being too harsh.

My brother apologized but I’m so sick of it and even after all this he said he would use the downstairs bathroom. It feels like he’s not making any effort to actually change the behaviour and he’s avoiding confronting it. I’m so tired of all of this.

AITA? I really don’t know what to do, but I feel like I’m being too mean about it.

Tldr: my brother always takes his iPad to the bathroom even though I ask him not to and he takes way too long on the toilet (up to half an hour) each time. This has been going on for months upon months and he’s showing no change even though he keeps apologizing and promising he will. Today, he lied and said he hadn’t and I thanked him because I felt he was finally listening but he had hidden his iPad in the bin. I snapped and said he was a “nasty selfish person” but I think I was being too mean.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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jflemings · 3 months

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might need some mother jessie headcanons at some point cause that photo had RUINED me……

—mum!jessie headcanons

warnings: none

a/n: ask and you shall receive…

- girl mum. i will not be elaborating.

- so excited when you tell her you’re pregnant, at first she doesn’t even believe it until you show her the positive test

- hot dad walk™️ out of the hospital

- hot dad walk™️ EVERYWHERE she doesn’t even mean to do it, it just comes naturally

- makes you want like 4 more

- makes the introduction to the chelsea girls a few weeks after she’s born, from that moment on the baby is absolutely adored by everyone at the club

- sinc tears up when she first gets to meet the baby & her and jessie have a really nice moment

- loooooves to show her teammates pictures she’s taken of the baby

“ash look at this photo of y/n and the baby!!!!”

- everytime she gets a new kit she gets a matching jersey for you and the baby

- walks into target to buy like, shampoo, and walks out with three different outfits, a doll and a book for the kid

“jess she doesn’t need it!!!”

“yes she does”

- such a proud mum, will praise the kid for legit anything and everything

- tries her hardest to be at every event. games, recitals, award shows, you name it and shes there

- if she can’t make it she asks you to send her so many videos and photos so she still knows what’s going on

- caves SOOO easily whenever her kid wants smth like

“mum can we have ice cream and pancakes for breakfast”

“go ask mama”

“she said no”

“then no”

“pleeeeeeeeaaaaaasE”

“…okay but don’t tell her”

- reads a new bedtime story every night, even if she’s not at home. she’ll facetime you at bedtime just to read a book

- jess is the type of mum that will sit with her kid after they wake up from a nightmare, she’s either reading to them or watching tv to distract them until they fall asleep

- goes all out for big birthdays (1st, 10th, 16th, 18th ect)

- definitely the quiet, attractive parent that all the queer mums fawn over at school drop off/pick up

- gets embarrassed when your kid boasts about having a famous parent

- gets even MORE embarrassed when a teacher comes up to her to congratulate her on a big win because she’s literally just there for her kid

- loves the fact that your kid admires her so much, feels super lucky to have that impact on her child

- buys sooooo many books on all different types of topics, fiction and non-fiction alike

- really encourages her kid to be creative

- won’t push them to play football but definitely signs them up just to see if they like it

- if they don’t then she finds smth else for them to do

- pretty laid back in terms of being a mum to a teenager because she understands that kids have to make mistakes to learn. all she asks for is honesty and respect in return

- she has the patience of a saint unless you get disrespected

- that’s the only time when shit hits the fan

- does the classic midnight pickup from a party just so you don’t have to get up

- she’s not naturally intimidating but when your daughter brings home her first boyfriend/girlfriend she definitely scares them a lil bit just because she’s quiet

- feels bad afterwards tho

“i wasn’t even trying to be intimidating!!! ☹️”

“i know jess”

- can’t do the sex talk tho

- she tries but feels awkward once she realises who she’s having the sex talk with. you take over from there

- doesn’t pull strings if your kid wants to have a career in football but she will give all the advice and support that she can

- she wants them to earn their spot because of their talent, not their last name

- almost cries when they have their debut for their national team

- just so incredibly supportive of whatever her child wants to do as long as they’re safe and healthy. the kid never goes a day in their life wondering if they’re loved by the two of you

- gains a lot of confidence after she becomes a mother. still very introverted but she now carrie’s herself with the same confidence she has on the pitch off the pitch because she just fits into a parental role so easily. it really is second nature to her once she gets settled

#pegs writes #pegs woso #jessie fleming #jessie fleming headcanons #jessie fleming blurb #jessie fleming fic #woso #woso fic #woso blurb

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forays-into-fiction · 1 year

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Flower Power

Your parents are total hippies and honestly, they’d give you weed whenever you want, but that doesn’t stop you from going to Eddie to buy it from him. Never mind that flirty little rapport the two of you share... it never goes anywhere. Except tonight it does, when you make an impulsive move.

Request fill for @niallerlover8022, sorry it’s taken so long, hope you enjoy it 😊

Minors DNI

Contains: Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Hippie!Reader, Drug Use (Weed), Protected Sex, Public Sex, Fingering, Petnames/Nicknames (Babe, Baby, Sweetheart, Flower Power), Slight Degradation/Name-calling (Dirty Girl), Dirty Talk

Your friend Gareth first introduced you to Eddie and since then you’d been buying your weed from him exclusively, despite the fact you could get it from your parents literally whenever and for free.

You had arranged to meet with him after school today to replenish your stash but also because it gave you an excuse to see him. Over time the two of you had developed a flirty rapport, but much to your chagrin it never led to anything concrete.

You were waiting for him by his van at the end of the day when you heard him call out, waving as he drew closer, “Hey, Flower Power! Sorry you had to wait babe, I got caught up talking D&D with some of the guys.”

You give him a gentle smile, looking up at him through your lashes, “Oh, that’s ok. Really, it’s no problem at all, I wasn’t waiting that long.”

He offers you his arm and leads you round to the back of the van, opening the doors and helping you in before climbing in after you.

You sit cross-legged on one of the patterned cushions he’d placed in the back for times like this. The two of you had started this routine where almost every time you’d buy from him, you’d smoke up together in the back of his van.

“So, you just after the usual, sweetheart?” He asks pulling out his little black lunchbox.

“Yes, please.” You smile at him sweetly and bat your eyelashes.

He pulls out a baggie and dangles it in front of you between his fingers, “Okie dokie, that’ll be fifteen.”

You frown at him, “Eddie I know you’re undercharging me. What is it really?”

He gasps in mock shock, holding a hand to his chest, “I would never. That is really the price.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Don’t lie to me Munson.”

“Alright fine, I’m undercharging you… but that’s just the friends and family discount, and you are my best customer after all.”

Your expression softens, “Awww, we’re friends?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart… unless” his confidence melts away and he looks away shyly, tone shifting, “… unless you don’t… that isn’t what this is?”

You put an arm on his shoulder, bringing his eyes back to yours, you assure him, “Of course we are friends, I’m not just here for the weed. I like hanging out with you Eddie.”

He breathes out a soft sigh, “Good. Good. That’s good. So, uhh… you wanna…?”

“Actually, I was thinking maybe we could head back to my place this time.” You suggest.

He looks at you uncertainly, “What about your parents? Are they home?”

You giggle, “Have you seen my parents? Man, they’re hippies, where do you think I get it from? They smoke more than I do, shit my mum was the one who taught me how to roll a joint. Relax it’s cool and we’ve got all the best snacks you can believe that.”

He rubs the back of his neck and shrugs, “Oh, uh sure yeah that sounds good.”

He sits there still not moving, you prompt him, “Well? We gonna go or…?”

“Oh, uh yeah… just let me…” he moves towards the doors of the van and you follow.

He offers you his hand when you get out and leads you to the passenger side helping you in yet again. You can’t help the heat that rises in your cheeks, he was always so sweet to you, you can’t imagine how he’d gotten a reputation for being ‘mean and scary’.

You direct him all the way to your house chatting pleasantly along the way. You talk about the latest Corroded Coffin performance and mention that you can’t wait for the next one, he playfully teases you a little about being his ‘fangirl’.

As you open your front door you call out, “Hey, mum I’m home! Eddie’s here too, he gave me a lift.”

She emerges from the kitchen, greeting you with a smile, “Oh so this is the famous ‘Eddie’. I finally get to meet him, do I?”

“Muuuum, stop it.” You whine.

Eddie shifts by your side clearing his throat, “Um, hello ma’am it’s nice to meet you. I’m Eddie… Munson, but I guess you knew that.”

“Oh, isn’t he sweet. It’s lovely to meet you young man, come inside. Please come in.” She beckons him in.

You look to her, “Is it ok if we go up to my room, we’re just gonna smoke a little and hang out?”

“Of course, I’ve just made some brownies too if you get a little snack-y, feel free to help yourselves.”

“Thanks mum.” You grab Eddie by the hand, dragging him up the stairs.

“Your mum is nice… what did she mean by ‘famous’?”

You can feel that traitorous heat rising in your cheeks again as you stumble over your words, “Oh… that’s umm that’s nothing, don’t mind that. I may have mentioned you a couple of times… no big deal.”

“You talk about me with your mum?”

“What, don’t you talk about your friends with your uncle?”

“Uh yeah, I guess… but he’s never referred to any of my friends as ‘famous’.”

“Like I said, don’t read too much into it. Well, here we are.” You step into your colourful, flowery bedroom and gesture around the room.

“Oh, I love it Flower Power, it’s very you.”

You lead him over to your bed and take a seat, motioning for him to join you, “We’re gonna share mine this time, just so you know.”

“What? No, I can’t smoke the weed you literally just bought from me. Don’t be ridiculous, I always smoke from my private stash.”

You slap his arm playfully, “Yeah, well that stops now Mr. Friends and Family discount.”

“No, I can’t.” He protests again.

“You can and you will.” You insist.

He rolls his eyes, “Fine.”

You grin at him self-satisfied, “Alright, so do you wanna roll or should I?”

“I got it sweetheart, you just sit back and relax, maybe throw on some music.” He pulls out everything he needs and begins laying it out over your bed.

You toss him the baggie he’d given you only minutes prior and hop off the bed, placing one of your records on, music emanates throughout the room softly. You join him on the bed again watching him work as he grinds the dried flowers, placing them onto one of his rolling papers.

You eye his thick, calloused fingers as he goes and your whole body heats with lust as he makes eye contact while he licks the edge of the paper with the tip of his tongue.

He twists it off and lights the end, rolling it between his fingers to get that perfect cherry.

He holds the joint out to you and before you can protest, he says, “You first, I insist since you did pay me for it and all.”

“Oh, this is some first-rate service, do you offer this to all your customers?” You giggle and take a couple of puffs before handing it over to him, he accepts it before replying.

“Nah, just you babe… most of my other customers can’t get rid of me fast enough once a deal is done.”

You reach out a hand and stroke his arm, “Oh, Eddie that’s horrible… I’m sorry people treat you like that. I know, I just know if people got to know you, they’d love you.”

“Sweetheart, what are you apologising for? It’s not like it’s your fault people don’t like me… and besides I’d rather have my close little group of friends than have everyone like me.”

He passes the joint back to you, “Yeah, I guess… I just wish they didn’t treat you like such shit.”

“Yeah, I know, but the people that really matter… well they’re great to me.”

“Good… so, moving on to more cheerful things, I umm have something to show you… here…” You hand him the joint and hop off the bed.

He grins back at you, “Oh, yeah? What’s that sweetheart?”

You move over to your desk, picking up a sheet of paper before turning back to him and taking a few steps back to the bed. You hold it up before him and announce, “I drew up this Corroded Coffin poster… thought if you liked it, I could get some copies made and we could hang them around town, around the school.”

“Oh, sweetheart I love it, you really captured our style too.”

“Thanks that’s what I was going for, um if you want me to change anything before I get the copies made-”

“No, honestly it is perfect, don’t change a thing. Now get back here, still got a few more hits from this.” He wiggles the joint between his fingers.

You re-join him and continue passing the joint back and forth until it’s burnt down to nothing, he discards the roach in an ashtray on your bedside table and flops back onto the bed.

You lay back beside him staring up at the ceiling sighing contentedly. A few moments pass and you reach over and poke at his side, he squirms away giggling.

“I’m hungry, are you hungry? Want me to get some snacks?”

“Well, you did promise the best snacks, so my expectations are very high.” He pokes you back.

You roll off your bed, tossing a, “Be right back.” over your shoulder as you go.

You pile a plate with brownies and various other snacks that tickle your fancy as you move through the kitchen. You almost bump into your mum as you head back to the staircase, “You two having fun? Need anything else?”

“Nah, we’re all good, thanks mum.”

“Alright, well if you do need anything I’m here.”

You nod and head back upstairs, when you re-enter your bedroom, you present the plate with a little “Tada…”

Eddie props himself up on his elbows looking at you with a dopey grin before stretching out a hand making grabbing motions, “Gimme, gimme, gimme.”

You grin back at him and place the plate on the bed before taking a seat cross-legged in front of him.

He dives right in without any hesitation, shovelling a brownie into his mouth. He lets out an obscene groan and moans, “God, these are fucking gooood. You weren’t kidding huh?”

“I never joke about snacks.” You say in mock seriousness before bursting into peals of laughter and grabbing one for yourself.

The two of you continue to chat and giggle until your buzz starts wearing off and he’s saying goodbye at the front door, “See you at school, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. We should hang out here again sometime though.” You suggest.

“Absolutely, I’d love that sweetheart, tell your mum I said thanks for the snacks and that her brownies are amazing.”

“Will do, drive safe.” You wave at him.

He laughs and waves back, “No promises. See ya.”

“Bye.”

When Monday comes around you spot him by his locker, you approach him carrying a stack of papers. You pull one off the top and hold it up for him to see. You’d had copies of the poster made and thought the two of you, maybe even the rest of the band could hang some today.

He grins at you broadly, “Hey, Flower Power. Thanks for doing this, it’s really cool. How much do I owe ya?”

You look up at him confused, “Huh?”

“For the posters. How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, nothing. You don’t owe me anything, I wanted to do this.”

“Ah, ah, ah, no I gotta pay you or something. This can’t have been cheap and it would’ve taken a lot of time and effort. You gotta let me do something.”

“Alright, fine… umm, you can… you can buy me a drink tomorrow night at The Hideout. How’s that?”

“Ok and the next time you need a resupply it’s on me.”

You slap his arm, “Eddie no you’re already giving me a discount, I don’t need any more than that.”

“No complaints sweetheart, you will take it.” He says firmly with a smirk.

“O-ok.” You reply shakily, clearing your throat before you continue, “So, where do you wanna hang these? Do you wanna give a few to the rest of the guys to put up?”

He shrugs, “Yeah sure why not? We can just put them wherever.”

He holds out a hand, “Here, I’ll put them in my locker for now and we can give them to the guys at lunch and hang some then.”

You hand them over with a nod and he places them oh so carefully into his locker beside a couple of D&D books.

“Walk you to class?” He offers.

“Sure, let’s go.” You take his offered arm and make your way to your next lesson.

Before you know it, it’s Tuesday night and you’re getting ready to watch the guys performing at The Hideout, Eddie was giving Jeff and Clarke a lift, along with hauling all their gear and Gareth had offered to drive you.

He was downstairs waiting for you to get ready, you pull on your favourite pair of bell bottom jeans and riffle through your closet to find a top, picking out something flowery and paisley and flowy.

You rush to find bits and pieces to tie together the rest of your outfit. You stumble down the stairs, calling out a hasty goodbye to your parents before pulling Gareth out the door along with you.

He smirks at you and you frown at him, “What’s that look for Gare-bear?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He replies evasively.

You slap his arm, “No, that smug little smirk was not nothing!”

“I know you took extra long getting ready just for him. This little crush you’ve had going-”

You roll your eyes, cutting him off, “Oh, shut up.”

“No really, all batting your eyelashes, ‘I made this poster for you Eddie, I hope you like it’ c’mon it’s obvious.” He continues to tease, putting on a falsetto and batting his own eyelashes.

“Alright, just watch the fucking road, Emerson.” You grumble sinking down into your seat arms folded over your chest.

“Oh, ‘Emerson’ now, is it? What happened to ‘Gare-bear’? I know I’m right.”

“Ugh so what if you are, that doesn’t mean you gotta tease me.” You whine.

“Awww is someone getting all pouty? Just make a move if he won’t, he’s into you too I know it.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You wave a hand at him dismissively.

“Anyway, here we are.” He announces as you pull into the parking lot at The Hideout.

You get out of the car, slamming the door shut, he does the same and as his head pops over the top of the car you call out to him, “Thanks for the lift, Gare-bear.”

The two of you part ways as you enter the bar, the rest of the band were already there setting up their equipment.

You’re over this silly game of cat and mouse you and Eddie had, flirting back and forth but never actually going anywhere. An impulsive thought overtakes you, you slip away into the bathrooms.

Squeezing into a stall you slide off your bell bottoms and remove your panties, you just wished you’d worn something a little ‘sexier’, some lingerie or something, but whatever. You pull your jeans back up and tuck the panties into your fist so that they don’t show.

You spot him over by the stage and call out his name as you approach.

“Hey there Flower Power, looking good. Did you want that drink now or after our set?” He greets you as you come to a stop in front of him, Gareth standing off to the side.

You hold up your hand letting the panties dangle in front of him briefly, his eyes bug out when he realises what they are and you ball them up shoving them deep in his front pocket.

“For luck…” you reach up and kiss the tip of his nose gently before spinning around and flouncing off to re-join the other patrons of the bar.

He stands there shell-shocked, mouth agape when Gareth speaks up, “Man close your damn mouth and hurry up we got a show right now.”

“Wh-what… what the fuck was that?” He stutters back.

“Come on like it wasn’t obvious? She likes you, why do you think she’s always coming to our gigs, buying from you, just hanging around in general.”

“Uh cause she’s your friend… my friend… what?” He’s still dumbfounded.

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Whatever man just get on stage.”

They take the stage and begin the first song, you’re mesmerised by him, the way his fingers move, the way he throws himself into the performance and when he starts singing, God you’re lost to it.

Then what you’d just done catches up to you. You’d brought a joint to share with Eddie after the show but your nerves were shot to hell all of a sudden. You mumble to yourself as you pull it out lighting it up, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why’d you do that? Oh, shit.”

You take a few puffs before your eyes are drawn back to the stage to find him looking directly at you. You’re falling to pieces, already dripping at the sight of him, nothing to catch your arousal but the coarse denim between your legs.

Once they’re done with their set Eddie turns to his friends as they break down their gear, “Uh hey, Emerson do you mind giving the guys a lift tonight? I’ll still take all the gear but I gotta stick around and talk to y/n.”

Gareth smirks at him knowingly, “Sure Munson, go get ‘er big boy.”

“Uh yeah… thanks.” He mumbles resuming his work.

Jeff claps him on the shoulder, “Hey, man we got this, just go talk to your girl.”

“Right, yeah ok.” He nods, hesitating a moment before hopping off the stage.

You tense as he approaches you, shifting nervously and avoiding eye contact, “So, umm… how ‘bout that drink then?”

“Could we… could we talk first, maybe outside?”

You nod mutely and follow along after him as he moves to stand by his van.

You both go to talk at once, “Is it-”

“I’m sorry-”

“You first.” He offers.

“I’m sorry, don’t know why I did that. Sorry if I ruined things between us.”

“Oh, sweetheart no, you have nothing to be sorry for. I um I was going to say… or ask really… um Emerson said you ‘like’ me. That, that’s the reason why you come to my gigs, buy weed from me, always hanging around… is that… is that true?”

You pause awkwardly as you’re interrupted by his band mates hefting their equipment over to his van, he helps them load it in before returning to you as they scurry back into the bar.

“So, um… where were we?” He rubs a hand along the back of his neck.

You toe at the ground avoiding his gaze, “Um you were asking if I like you and… well I do, but it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same…”

He hooks a finger under your chin tilting your head towards him, “Who said I don’t feel the same? Is that really why you come to our gigs and buy weed from me?”

“Uh yeah, I mean my parents grow the damn stuff, I can get it from them whenever I want. Why the fuck did you think I was always coming to you?”

“Oh, baby you didn’t have to do that if you wanted to spend time with me you coulda just asked, you know.”

“Yeah… but I didn’t know how.”

“Well, uh that thing with your panties that was a pretty bold move.” He chuckles.

You slap him across the chest, “Hey, don’t tease me.”

“I’m not. I’m not. It was very… sexy.” He all but purrs in your ear.

“Kiss me?” You whine.

“With pleasure.” He captures your lips between his own, nibbling along your bottom lip. He deepens the kiss as your mouth drops open with a gasp.

When he pulls away, looking at you with hooded eyes and growls, “Fuck you’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Been so fucking hard since the second you shoved your panties into my pocket.”

You groan in response, “Fuck Eddie, I’ve been horny since the moment you stepped on that stage, you always look so sexy up there with that guitar. Makes me wanna rip off all my clothes and throw myself at you. You’ve never seen me after one of your shows, soon as I get home, I can’t keep my hands off of myself.”

“Shit, really?” He breathes out in disbelief.

“Uh huh, do ya wanna um take this further?”

“Like right now? I um… there’s not much room in the van right now.”

“Don’t care… just want you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure baby, all of this isn’t just cause you’re high right? I know sometimes you get horny when you’re high.”

“Oh my god shut up and fuck me, Munson! I wouldn’t care even if you fucked me against the side of your van… need you, Eddie.” You devolve into a needy moan.

“Oh, really? Need me so bad you don’t even care if people see us, do you?” He taunts as he cages you in against the side of his van with his arms, his gaze turning predatory.

All you can do is whine in response and he persists bringing a hand over to stroke along your cheek, “Or maybe that’s what you want, huh? You want people to see us, does that turn you on?”

“Fuck, Eddie… please…” You gasp as he ducks his head, leaning in to kiss down the side of your neck, sucking and biting along the way.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He insists firmly, “You want me to fuck you out here in the open or do you wanna cram into the back and fuck all over our gear?”

“Shit… I dunno, you… you decide.” You gasp and rub your thighs together as his hands begin to wander, your wetness flooding your jeans anew.

“Nuh uh, you know what you want. You just gotta say it sweetheart.”

You search your lust addled mind, what do you want… would you rather be pressed against all their instruments in that cramped space or would you rather be pushed up against the hard exterior of his van… for anyone who walks by to see…

It’s unlikely that anyone would just be walking past, being on the outskirts of town in a dimly lit parking lot. The only way someone would see you is if any of the few bar patrons were to come outside. Would they though? It’s hard to say…

You reply shakily, “Want… want you to fuck me out here… please.”

He grins at you smugly, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Who knew you were such a dirty girl?”

He forces your legs apart with one of his, pressing his knee into your heated core as he continues kissing you and groping at your chest.

You whimper at the sensation, but interrupt him with a tap to the shoulder, he looks up immediately with a concerned expression, “Eddie… wait, could we… could we move to the other side?”

A puzzled look overtakes his features, “What do you mean?”

“The other side of the van… don’t know if I want someone to really see us…”

“Oh, of course sweetheart.” He pulls back and you can’t help but whine at the loss of contact, he chuckles and takes your hand leading you around to the side of the van that faces into the darkened, empty parking lot of The Warzone.

Without warning you’re pushed back into the side of the van, his lips against your own once again. His hand slips under your loose top and traverses the length of your body ‘til he reaches your bare breast and groans into your mouth. You moan as he begins to knead the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

The two of you break apart momentarily gasping for breath, his hand drifts from your breast slowly trailing back down your abdomen to rest at the waistband of your jeans.

He looks to you for confirmation before proceeding and you give a slight nod, he pops open the button on your jeans and draws the zipper down. His eyes never stray from your own as his hand dips into your pants, immediately coming into contact with the thatch of hair scattered over your mound.

He groans deeply, fingers delving lower to swirl around in your slick folds, “You gave me the panties you were wearing… shit babe, that makes it even fucking hotter. I hope you know you’re not getting them back, they’re mine now… just like you.”

“Fuck, Eddie… please, please, please.”

He eases two of his fingers into your entrance, his thumb presses against your clit and he begins crooking his fingers against your slippery walls. You grip his shoulder tightly panting and gasping as he whispers in your ear, “Love the way you beg. Is that what you want? Want me to stretch you out before I fuck you? Gonna make you cum with just my fingers.”

“God, yes Eddie… fuck.” You mewl.

He continues his languid pace, his thumb slowly moving in slow, tight circles against your clit in a way that has you inhaling sharply.

He increases the pace, gradually building up, winding you up like a spring ‘til you’re ready to burst. “G-gonna… gonna cum…” You whimper as your walls begin tightening around his thick fingers.

He croons encouragingly, “Yeah, that’s it baby, cum for me.”

A strung-out moan escapes from your lips, your thighs quake as you pulse on his digits soaking them in your release, “Oh god, Eddie.”

His hand slips out of your pants and he brings his fingers to his lips, licking away the fluid left clinging to them. Your head droops forward as you catch your breath, he keeps you supported pressed against the side of his van. He tilts your head up to face him, “How was that sweetheart? Was it good?”

“Fucking perfect.” You sigh.

A small smile spreads across his face and you pull him in for a kiss, eyes fluttering closed, it’s short and sweet and he pulls back, “So, you still wanna…?”

“Christ Eddie, of course I do, you got a condom?”

He nods eagerly and pulls a cigarette carton out of his packet, he slips a finger between the lining and the box pulling out a foil packet.

You giggle at him, “That’s where you keep your condoms?”

He shrugs, “Well, yeah um… I dunno… I just heard you’re not supposed to keep ‘em in your wallet, even though everyone does. This was the first place I thought of.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you carried them around in your little lunchbox too.” You tease good-naturedly.

“Uhh… I do actually. You know, keep all the ‘contraband’ together.” He jokes back.

You paw at his shirt, “Alright come on now, it’s your turn.”

He unbuckles his belt hastily, button and zip coming undone just as quick then tugging his jeans and boxers down in one movement until they rest just beneath his balls.

His flushed cock bounces as it’s freed from its confines, dribbling pre-cum over its length. You admire his impressive size before looking up at him through your lashes and holding out a hand for the condom, “Here, let me put it on?”

“Shit, ok yeah.” He hands it to you and you waste no time in unwrapping it.

You reach down and give his cock a few slow strokes, spreading his pre-cum, his breath catches in his throat and he whines. You line up the condom with his weepy, tip and pinch the reservoir as you roll it down his shaft. Once it’s on you drop your hand lower and tug on his balls gently, rolling them in your palm.

His eyes flutter and he lets out a pitchy, “Jesus H Christ.”

You hook a hand behind his neck and pull him in for another kiss, more heated and demanding, swallowing up all the little sounds he makes as you stroke over his length again.

He grasps your arm, halting its movements, “Shit, please… please if you keep doing that I won’t be able to make it.”

You grin against his lips and move your hand away to roll down your own jeans before grabbing onto his hips and pulling him in closer.

“Can’t believe this is happening.” He murmurs softly.

He places his hands over yours caressing them gently before suddenly wrenching them off of his hips and forcing them above your head against the van behind you.

He crosses your arms at the wrists and holds them in place with one of his hands, you gasp at the unexpected action. He leans in and nips at your bottom lip, kissing you greedily but briefly.

He uses his free hand to grip the base of his shaft, guiding the tip between your slick folds, dragging his sheathed head through your wetness. He taps against your clit a few times before guiding his cock back to your dripping hole, easing it in the same as he did with his fingers.

You relish in the slow stretch of your walls until he is fully seated against you, pressing his weight into you, pushing you against the hard exterior of his van. He gives you a moment to adjust before slowly pulling back out and sinking back in. His forehead rest against your own and he groans, “Fuck, you feel so good.

He settles in to an easy roll of his hips, his tip dragging over your soft, spongy walls. You wriggle your arms in his grip, but he just tightens his hold, to be met with your pathetic little whines.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He taunts, “You like being fucked out in the open for anyone to see?”

You nod and with his free hand he rubs your clit lazily, you writhe beneath him. “You do, don’t you… tell me you do, wanna hear you say it.”

You pant and barely manage to stutter out, “Y-yes… Ed-Eddie, I like it… fuck I’m close, d-don’t stop.”

He chuckles, “Wasn’t… fuck… wasn’t planning on it.”

“F-faster… please.” You whine.

He increases his pace, both his thrusts and the swirl of his thumb against your clit, drawing you closer to the brink.

“You gonna cum again for me? Cum all over my fat cock?”

Your walls begin to flutter and you groan, “Fuck yes… say… say that again… tell me to cum on your cock.”

“You really are such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Do it then, cum on my cock.”

His words tip you over the edge, you call out his name clamping down on his throbbing length, gushing all around it. Starbursts of light dance in front of your eyes and tingles spread across your entire body. He continues fucking you through your orgasm, his head coming to rest on your shoulder, kissing and biting on your neck.

He reaches his own end shortly after you, groaning into your skin as he unloads into the condom. Once his cock has stilled, no longer twitching and throbbing, he pulls out panting heavily.

He takes off the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the bushes. You pull him back in for a lazy kiss, he breaks away to pull up his pants and boxers and you righten your own clothing.

“That was… wow.” He breathes out in awe.

You giggle, “Yeah, yeah it was.”

“You wanna head back to yours… or we could go to my place? The guys are getting a lift from Emerson, it’s all sorted already.”

You look up at him with a soft smile, “Yeah, um your… your place sounds good.”

“Ok, cool… yeah, my place.” He rubs a hand along the back of his neck before taking your hand in his own, guiding you to the passenger side door and opening it for you.

You take your seat and he pauses for a moment in the open door, gazing at you as you buckle in, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He sighs.

You hum as you consider, “Hmmm… you know, I don’t think you did.”

“Well, you are. So beautiful.”

You giggle, “You are too… well, handsome I mean.”

The two of you pause for a beat before you snap back, urging him, “C’mon, get in and let’s go… handsome.”

He grins broadly at you, “Anything you wish, sweetheart.”

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The thing about S1 Jamie that I think is interesting is I think on rewatch there is some insight as to why Jamie went so hard on the bullying of Sam. (Not gonna be defending Jamie's treatment of Sam just looking into maybe why). Because out of all of the things Jamie did is season one. The one that seems hardest to understand or really forgive is his treatment of Sam. The first time around, you couldn't understand it. Sam is legitimately the kindest man in existence. (I know as a stroyteller it was the easiest way to really get us to dislike Jamie and really make us more understanding of Roy's treatment of Jamie which to be frank is not great and understand Ted's fruatrations with him) and Sam just keeps trying with Jamie.

But know I think it far to say thay S1 Jamie was jealous of Sam and his easy going, happy, postive nature. I dont think he was aware of it though.

Season 1 Jamie is so interesting because on paper, he had everything he thought he wanted. But I dint think he was overally happy. But yeah it seemed to be all his way

1. He played for the team he grew up supporting and dreamed of playing for. I imagine his first time stepping on that fiels in that uniform would have been monumental. Sure, maybe he wasn't a starter, but he got some minutes and the unspken agreement that in a few years, he would be a star.

2. I imagine he was initially disappointed to be loaned out, but then he learns he is being loaned to Richmond. Yeah they suck, but he gets to play a full 90 minutes, is basically going to be the best player, kick most of thier goals and he gets to be team mates with Roy Kent (he dreamed of playing against him one day, with him is a dream come true, I really think pre show Jamie would have been so excited to play with Roy Kent and was so disappointed in how it turned out). Plus, it has the added advantage of getting him away from his dad. And once his done his loan, he can come back to Manchester. This is his chance to get away from it for a while and be the star

3. He meets and gets to date Keely Jones who his always had a crush on. Dhe is literally a dream girl for him

So he should be happy right. His got everything he wanted, but it's not going the way he expected because.....

1. Roy Kent hates him (in my mind Roy was standoffish from the start, heres come this whizkid who was everything he used to be and slowly losing. I think Jamie came in at 100% and immediatley put Roy on the back foot). Jamie tries with Roy but the more it doesnt work the more Jamie goes OK, if I cant make him like me I will show him I am better than him. Hence the beginning of that relationship.

2. Yeah his away from his dad and his killing it at Richmond, scoring their goals, winning them matches but it only seems to be winning over half the team (he can't see yet his attitude is what is stopping the other guys from liking him). And the team still isn't doing great even with him. Plus he may be away from his Dad but his relationship with his mum feels like it in a werid place which sucks cause she is his favourite person ever.

3. And Keeley seems to be where its going right but sometimes it feels like his a bit of a project for her. And I think he has heard people (like Roy) question why she is with him.

And let's face it, he is still likely hearing from his dad when he doesn't perform up to his standards.

And then heres Sam. Who (at this point in time) isn't playing well, isn't scoring goals, not massively contributing to thier wins and yet he seems so genuinely happy all the time and everyone loves him, Roy Kent seems to like him and is friendly with him, complimenting him (which he has never done to Jamie). Sam is so open and kind he has probably talked about his dad in the locker room, and his relationship with his family seems perfect and that must gnaw at Jamie because all he ever wanted is to make his dad proud and his pretty sure he will never achieve it because the man is a d***k who is impossoble to please, yet Jamie never stops trying and things are werid with his mum which he hates. But all he hears when its brought up from Sam is how great his family is.

Then along comes the new gaffer who Jamie can't even understand why he is coaching, but he also seems to love Sam and wants him to be the decoy so Sam can kick the goal. Even though Jamie knows if he kicks it, it will go in.

Now we all know the reason Sam is liked is because he is an amazing, kind hearted, dedicated person, but I think S1 Jamie is so jealous and does not even know it.

Because S1 Jamie is still living with the notion that being the best in the most important thing ( thank you James Tartt Sr) so to Jamie he is out here busting his ass at training to be the best, scoring all the goals yet Sam seems to be the one who is living what he thought his dream time at Richmond was going to be. And I know I mention it but I think it is a big thing for Jamie, the harder he tries the more Roy seems to despise him, and take enjoyment in his embarrassment.

And S1 Jamie in all maturity handles his jealously by trying to make Sam feel as bad as he is feeling. Which Jamie, baby. That's kindergarten mentality. And poor Sam actually thinks Jamie is a great player and would love to learn from him in the beginning and isnt having a great time either.

But yeah. I dont think Jamie ever disliked Sam. I think he was insanly jealous of him all the time and didn't know how to handle that or even admit it himself.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Apologies for my rambles.

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