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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Tethered.

The lines of friendship blur when you’re this close. Also known as - each of the times you’ve kissed Benny, Frankie, Santiago and Will.

Pairing - Benny Miller, Frankie Morales, Santiago Garcia, Will Miller x female reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Cursing, sexual content, mentions of sobriety

Word Count - 5523

Author's Note - by popular demand!! thank you to everyone who voted in the poll, it was so helpful!! don't worry, there is still a stewy hosseini fic coming very soon. i love writing for the triple frontier boys, so if anyone has any requests or particular thoughts, please send them my way. i'm also a total will girly, if you couldn't tell. as always, lots of love <3

my other triple frontier fics - Time, Tranquility and Home Is Where The Heart Is.

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Will’s strong hand rubs steady circles into your thigh under the table as you all hunch over laughing.

Benny’s telling the story of his bad date from the night before. The combination of his masterful storytelling and the whiskey that seems to be refilling itself is making you giddy, all of you high on the joy of being with your best friends. There’s no feeling quite like it, laughing until you cry.

“Wait, that doesn’t explain why she slapped you!” Santiago exclaims from opposite you, clapping Benny on the back.

“She slapped me because, it turns out, I’d kissed her best friend a few months ago. She called me a dog and everything,” he laughs, tears escaping from his eyes. “She had a strong hand!”

“Did you know who she was when you saw her?” Frankie asks, genuinely intrigued.

“I realised as soon as I sat down. I didn’t know it’d be a problem! Man, fuck blind dates,” Ben chuckles.

“Am I crazy for not seeing the issue here?” Santiago asks, looking around the table.

“I didn’t see it either, apparently. It’s not like me and Lucy ever went anywhere. It was just a kiss.” Benny’s face is scrunched up in confusion. It makes you want to smooth your thumb over the crease between his brows.

“She was giving me the look, I swear,” he continues. “So I went in for the kiss, and she hit me.”

The boys are all laughing again, and as guilty as you feel, you can’t help but join them. Benny has such an animated, expressive face, that even the most boring of stories are entertaining when being told by him. It’s a gift. He just has a way with people.

“What do you think, hermosa?” Santiago asks, looking at you pointedly. “Would you kiss someone your best friend has kissed?”

“I don’t know,” you reply carefully. “Depends on the situation, I guess. I’d try not to, I think.”

Will’s looking at you with amusement in his eyes, slight smirk on his face. It’s clear that no one is putting the pieces together.

“Would you, Santi?” you question, lips quirking up at the corners.

“Probably not. I’d avoid it, if possible,” he replies.

The whiskey is making you braver than usual, a warm buzz running through your veins. Without thinking, you laugh,

“Too late.”

Everyone looks at you, brows raised in confusion. Will’s grinning now, chuckling to himself quietly. You’re giggling at their faces, their naivety making you smile.

You watch as Frankie looks slowly around the table, and then back at you. Shaking his head, he catches your eyes and snickers.

“Minx,” he mutters, still smiling.

“Am I missing something here?” Benny asks, surveying the silent communication happening between you, Frankie and Will.

You sigh sarcastically and throw your drink back, downing it in one go. Well, we’re doing this, you think.

“I’ve kissed every single person at this table,” you start. “Which means you’ve all kissed the same girl your best friend has kissed.”

Santiago and Benny go silent for a moment, processing this new information. Will and Frankie are still smiling, already a step ahead.

“Wait, what?” Santiago finally speaks. “You have?”

“Oh no. Pope thought he was special,” Frankie laughs, head thrown back.

“Stop it, Francisco! You are special, Santi. It just so happens that they are too.”

You point generally at the other boys, all of them with their eyes fixed on you. You can see that Benny is still figuring things out, the alcohol making his brain work slower than usual.

“I’ve known you guys for years. We’ve been through a lot together. And you’re like, the four most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen! It was bound to happen sooner or later,” you justify.

Everyone’s laughing now, the final piece finally being put into the jigsaw. You can tell they’re all thinking back to their kisses – you are too.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

Benny had been the first one to kiss you.

It happened right at the beginning of his boxing career. He’d started working out religiously, meal planning, prepping for his first big fight. He set strict rules for himself – no alcohol, no women, no sex. You were glad he’d found an output for his energy, glad he was taking something so seriously – even if the idea of him getting hurt did terrify you.

The four of you had gone to support him, eager to see him win after months of watching him train and prepare. He’d really committed to the process, which was a surprise – Benny was a notorious ladies man. He loved to relax with a beer. But he’d never broken his self-made rules, not once. No matter the outcome of the fight, you were insanely proud of him. All of you were.

The atmosphere in the warehouse was electric. It was a big venue, with hundreds of people gathering to spectate. You hadn’t realised this was such a popular event. Adrenaline buzzed through the air, making you antsy with anticipation. You and the boys had front row seats by the ring, allowing you the perfect view, the ideal place to support Ben.

“I’m gonna go get us some beers,” Santiago yells over the noise.

“I’ll come help you,” you shout back, linking your hand into his so you don’t get separated.

You make your way out of the double doors and down the hallway in attempt to find the bar. On the journey, you spot a sign that points to the locker rooms.

“You order, I’ll be right back,” you tell Santiago, before following the directions.

You push open the door and step into the locker room. Benny is sat on the bench, headphones blasting music so loud you can hear it from 10 feet away. You make your way over, and touch him on the shoulder gently. He doesn’t startle.

“I don’t want to disturb you, Ben. Just wanted to say good luck,” you say quietly.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit next to him.

“You could never disturb me, honey. You’re my good luck charm,” he winks, and the cheekiness of it warms your chest.

He pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you, breathing in the scent of your strawberry shampoo. You inhale with him, and soak up the heat that’s seeping into your skin.

“It doesn’t matter what happens out there,” you tell him. “I’ll love you no matter what.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, and throw a beaming smile at him before leaving. You find Santi at the bar, and help him carry the beers back to the boys.

You’ve never seen this side of Benny. He’s throwing and dodging punches like it’s second nature. The man moves like ocean waves, fluid and constant, never once caught off guard. There’s a lot to be said about the pastime of men fighting each other, but honestly, Ben has found his calling.

Electricity crackles through the air as Benny swings his last punch. His opponent falls to the mat as you rise from your seats. All of you instantly begin screaming, roars of celebration filling the space. Ben throws his fist in the air, signalling his victory. It’s rare, this feeling. The five of you don’t win very often. This needs to be savoured.

Eventually, the cheering dies down, and Benny leaves the ring to go and get changed. The boys are all ecstatic, chattering with pride in their voices about their brother, their teammate, their best friend.

“Be right back,” you tell them, moving to slip out of the doors and down the hallway.

You strut into the locker room, eyes scanning the space for the man you’re looking for. You find him stood, unwrapping his hands. Before you know it, you’re running into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spins you. His bare chest is dripping with sweat. He’s covering you in it, but you couldn’t care less. You’re both laughing, joy and love filling the air.

“I’m so proud of you,” you breathe into his neck, still in his arms. Your feet finally find the floor, and you lean back slightly to stare up at him.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, pretty girl,” he beams at you.

You can feel the energy coursing through his veins. He’s thrumming with it, buzzing with adrenaline – it feels like he’s going to burst. He’s practically vibrating.

Before you can even register what’s happening, Benny pulls you back to him, smashing his lips onto yours. He skims his hands down your back to grab at the backs of your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly. You wrap your legs around his waist and press yourself into him.

The kiss is needy, desperate, pulsing - all teeth and tongue. Benny walks you backwards to slam you against the lockers, using the pressure of his body to lean forward into you. Your hands thread through his hair, pulling forcefully. He groans, deep and guttural, and it’s one of the most gorgeous sounds you’ve ever heard.

He’s grabbing at your ass as he dips his head down to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck, biting at the column of your throat. Your dress is practically around your waist, and you roll your hips forward, searching for friction. It’s your turn to groan now.

“Fuck, honey,” he murmurs. “Prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

He holds you up with one arm, and moves the other hand to twist into the waistband of your underwear. He’s pulling them down when someone bangs on the door, startling you both.

“Benny! Champion! Get out here, man, or we’re coming in!”

It’s Will’s voice, that deep tone instantly recognisable.

You pull your lips from Benny’s, your head dropping back against the locker with a clang.

“Shit,” he chuckles, gently pressing a kiss to your sternum.

“Shit,” you repeat, giggling gently.

Benny puts you down carefully, smoothing down your dress with those big hands of his. He fixes your hair next, sweetly moving it out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. He runs his thumb under your bottom lip, wiping where your lipstick has smudged.

“Do we look like we just made out?” you ask him, amusement evident in your tone.

“You do. I look like I just won a fight.”

He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back. God, this man. One minute he’s got you whining against the lockers, and the next he’s got you giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Come on,” you urge. “They’re gonna come busting in here any second.”

Right on cue, the door swings open, three men barrelling inside. They all jump on Benny, ruffling his hair and pulling him into a headlock affectionately. You watch from a short distance away, smile still etched on your face. You love them so much you’re worried your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

You look at Will, and find him smirking at you. Always a step ahead. Frankie grabs your wrist and pulls you into their celebrations. You’re being thrown around like you’re in some sort of whirlpool, dizzy with the joy of being with your best friends. You wouldn’t change a thing, even if you are a little lightheaded.

You catch eyes with Benny, and he winks. You know that the events of tonight aren’t going to change anything between the two of you. Your friendship is so solid, you’re convinced it can withstand anything. The five of you are connected, somehow. This unexplainable, invisible tether, binding you wherever you go. The kind of friendship that they write books about.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

Frankie was the next person to kiss you.

Or maybe you kissed him. You’re still not sure.

The five of you were at a bar downtown, drinking and laughing. The boys were a few beers deep, muscles relaxing and minds quietening.

But not Frankie.

When he’d made the decision to get sober, he’d included everything. He wasn’t a man who believed in partially sober, or ‘California sober’. If he was going to commit, he was going to commit fully. Alcohol included.

Usually, it didn’t bother him. He could go to bars with his friends, happily crack open beers for them when they watched a football game, make a mean margarita when they hung out at his pool in the summer. But that night, he was on edge. He didn’t know why, couldn’t pinpoint any reason specifically, but he was on overdrive. His mind wouldn’t slow down - thoughts barrelling into him at a hundred miles an hour. He was debating going home to bed, before realising that he was designated driver. So, he’d sat back in his seat, taken a deep breath, and tried to pretend like he wasn’t about to combust.

You’d noticed. Of course you had. You, with your observant eyes, your careful gaze, your genuine smile. You’d noticed.

Will had too. He was keeping an eye on Frankie from across the booth, but he wasn’t worried. He knew you were watching him like a hawk. That reassured Will to no end.

“Oh yeah? Come on then, old man, put your money where your mouth is!” Benny’s yelling at Santiago, grabbing him by the bicep, up and out of his chair. You watch as he drags him over to the pool table, determined to prove himself.

No matter where you were, or what you were doing, somehow, Benny and Santiago always managed to turn it into a competition. You, Will and Frankie were always happy to watch – you usually ended up playing referee, only interfering when someone cheated or got too rowdy.

The two of them began setting up a game, leaving you at the booth with the other two.

“I’m gonna get some air,” Frankie says suddenly, standing up and making his way out of the door.

Will gives you a look of concern.

“I got it. Just make sure those two idiots don’t kill each other with pool cues, please,” you joke.

Will chuckles and nods, squeezing your waist as you move past him to follow Frankie.

Outside, you find him around the side of the bar, leaning against the brick wall. He’s breathing heavily, clearly trying to get a handle on things. You watch as he takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his hair. He slides down the wall, sitting on the cool ground, legs bent in front of him.

You walk over and sit down next to him, ignoring the feeling of the cold concrete underneath your bare legs. You lean into him slightly, placing your head on his shoulder. He breathes you in, and you feel some of the tension melt from his muscles.

Eventually, you speak.

“You okay?”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer.

“Yeah, cariño, I’m okay,” he murmurs. “I’m usually fine in bars, it doesn’t bother me. Guess I’m just anxious tonight.”

You hum in understanding, before realising something.

“What’s today’s date?”

He looks at you with puzzlement written all over his face, but answers you anyway.

“March 16th.”

“Happy one year of sobriety, Francisco.”

You can see it all clicking into place in his head. The reason he’s been on pins all day, the reason he’s been so wound up tonight, unable to settle. You figured it out before he could. Clever girl.

“And I’m celebrating it in a bar, apparently. How appropriate,” he laughs. It’s a real, hearty, genuine laugh. You love when he laughs like this – so hard that he starts wheezing. It’s so endearing, it makes you want to cry.

“I can’t believe I forgot. A year ago, it was like, the biggest milestone ever. And I forgot.”

You can tell he’s almost disappointed with himself. But you’re not. No, quite the opposite, actually.

“You see how great that is though, right?” you ask him. “You’re so busy living your life now, working, being the best dad ever, that you didn’t even have to think about it. It’s not a bad thing that you forgot about it, Frankie.”

He pulls you closer, both arms wrapped around you, your head pressed into the crook of his neck.

“How do you do it, hermosa?”

“Do what?”

“Always know exactly what to say.”

“Years of knowing you, probably. Years of loving you,” you answer.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, but you hear him clear as day.

“No, I don’t deserve you. I’m so proud of you, Francisco.”

He pulls away from you to look at you earnestly. He smiles at you, and you grin back at him. If love could lift you up, you’d be floating, both of you levitating with it.

Frankie leans in closer to you, and you mirror the movement. You’re not sure who kisses who, but suddenly his lips are on yours, his hands moving to cradle your face. It’s careful, and it’s gentle, and it’s so full of gratitude and history that it takes everything in you not to break out into a grin. One of his hands moves through your hair as the other one caresses your cheek. You can’t remember the last time you were kissed so tenderly. Neither can he.

Unbeknownst to you, Will has come out to check on you both. He stops in his tracks when he sees the two of you wrapped up in each other. His heart swells in his chest, and he can’t help but smile. He knows that this won’t change anything between you and Frankie. It’s just the comfort he needed – you both needed. He makes his way back inside quietly, grateful for the both of you and the way you look after each other.

Eventually, you both pull apart. Frankie rests his forehead on yours, and takes the first full breath he’s taken all day. His shoulders relax, his jaw unclenches. He’s okay, thanks to you.

“Thank you, cielito,” he murmurs.

“For what?”

“Everything. Knowing me better than I know myself. Knowing all of us better than we know ourselves.”

“Someone’s gotta keep you all alive,” you grin, and he chuckles, the vibration of it settling into your bones, warming you up from the inside out.

He pulls you back against his side, wrapping his arms around you. You both sit against the red brick, cold ground underneath you, for what feels like hours.

“There they are!” Santiago yells when he spots you both.

“Mom, Dad, can we go home?” Benny jokes, clearly down one drink too many.

“Of course we can, baby,” you smile, pulling Frankie to his feet with you.

You all clamber into Frankie’s truck – you riding shotgun, the other boys crammed in the back. You reach for your drivers hand, and interlace your fingers, resting your palms in your lap. You hold onto him all the way home, and can’t help but notice how much lighter he seems.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

Santiago kissed you next.

The five of you were having a pool day at Frankie’s, trying to cool down in the Texan summer heat. It was rare, for all of you to have the same day off, so you planned to make the most of it.

The four boys were already in the backyard when you arrived. Letting yourself in, you made your way through the house, briefly stopping in the kitchen to put your popsicles in the freezer. You’d purposely picked the strawberry ones, knowing they were Frankie’s daughters favourite. She was at her mom’s house for the week, but you knew she’d be back at the weekend.

“Hey, honey!” Benny yells when he spots you at the back door.

All of them turn to look at you, and you’re slightly taken aback by all the golden skin on display. Benny is wearing swim shorts with an inseam that can’t be any more than 5 inches, strong thighs just begging to be bitten. Will’s navy shorts compliment his blond hair beautifully, and Santiago’s green ones bring out the dark brown of his eyes. Frankie still has his shirt on, but it hugs his biceps just right. Damn, you think. I might just have the most attractive best friends in the world.

They’re all grinning at you as you survey each of them. You know they don’t mind being ogled just a little.

“Eyes up here, princess,” Santiago teases, no seriousness whatsoever in his voice. You scoff and throw your head back in a laugh, all of them simultaneously joining you in your amusement.

You put down your bag and kick off your shoes, before grabbing the hem of your dress.

“Give us a show, Miss Supermodel,” Benny whistles, winking playfully.

You peel your dress over your head slowly, wiggling your hips as you go. You’re left in a little black bikini that admittedly doesn’t leave much to the imagination. You don’t mind. You’re safe here.

They’re all whistling and cheering, make you laugh. You never feel more appreciated than when you’re with these boys. It’s everything. They’re everything.

“It’s like Sports Illustrated in real life,” Frankie grins, bumping your shoulder with his.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Will says quietly when you catch his gaze. You roll your eyes playfully, but smile at him genuinely, silently thanking him.

Your eyes flicker to Santiago. He has a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. It’s more than his usual appreciation. It’s hungry, hot, burning. It makes your skin prickle, the hairs on your neck standing up. You have to get away from his stare before you jump his bones right in Frankie’s backyard.

“Want me to make you a margarita?” Frankie asks, innocently breaking through the moment.

“Yes, please. That sounds amazing.”

He smiles at you before retreating to the kitchen, Benny following him in search of beer.

The heat doesn’t ease up all day. It’s sweltering, covering you all in a sheen of sweat that can’t seem to be wiped away.

Santiago’s gaze doesn’t help your warmth. Every time you look over, he’s surveying you carefully, eyes raking over your body in a way that makes your breathing quicken. There’s always been chemistry between you, sure. You have chemistry with all of the boys. But it’s never been like this with Santiago. Yes, you flirt with each other – it’s in both of your natures. But this is different. This is real.

You spend all day lounging around. Frankie keeps you topped up with margaritas as you make trips in and out of the pool, messing around with the boys. Benny hoists you up onto his shoulders in the water, throwing you up into the air as high as he can and laughing when you splash back down. You and Will throw a ball back and forth, doubling over when he overshoots and hits Frankie, who’s soaking up the sun in a lawn chair. In the late afternoon, Frankie fires up the grill, preparing to barbeque for dinner.

“Pope, you gonna help me?” he shouts from the deck.

Santiago looks at you, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, before joining him. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. There’s anticipation bubbling at the pit of your stomach, butterflies swirling. Warmth has settled in your core, and Santi’s heated glances are only fuelling the fire.

The sun finally gives you some respite in the early evening. You all settle on the grass, drinks in hand, laughing about nothing and everything. Benny’s telling you about his next fight, describing his opponent in hilarious detail. You look down, and realise your glass is empty.

“I’m gonna get a refill. Anyone want anything?” you ask, smiling as you watch Benny jokingly pretend to box his brother.

“Can you grab me a beer, princesa?” Santiago asks, pointed gaze trained on you.

You nod and make your way inside, praying that it’s cooler in the kitchen. The sun might have gone in, but the warmth in your core hasn’t left.

You reach into the fridge for the jug of margaritas that Frankie made earlier. You’re rising onto your tiptoes to fetch a new glass from the top of the cabinet when you feel a presence against your back. Santiago grabs one from the shelf and places it on the counter in front of you, leaning forward as he does it. His lips are brushing the shell of your ear, and you shudder out a breath.

“So you’re feeling it too, mi amor?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” you breathe. You’re worried you might combust if he keeps speaking to you in that deep, low, raspy tone of his.

“Don’t know what’s gotten into me. Can’t keep my eyes off you,” he whispers. He feels a shiver wrack through your body and chuckles.

You turn around to face him, and he steps forward, caging you in against the counter, arms on either side of you. You can’t go anywhere. You don’t want to.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he practically purrs.

He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, testing the waters. You catch it with your teeth and pull it into your mouth, biting down gently before sucking, not once breaking eye contact. He groans and tilts his head back, exposing his throat to you. You tangle a hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, and give him a look that says I dare you.

Santiago surges forward to capture your lips with his. It’s desperate and needy - a perfect representation of both of your states all day. He slips a strong thigh between your legs and pushes upward, making you whine. You’re pressing yourself into him, trying to get as close as possible. His hands are everywhere all at once – your hips, your hair, your back, your ass. He wants to feel all of you, and can’t decide where to start.

You feel drunk off of him as he kisses you. His tongue is making you melt, his steady hands the only thing keeping you upright. You could kiss him like this for hours, surrendering yourself to this man you call your best friend. This man you’ll love forever.

You’re so lost in each other that you don’t notice Will entering the kitchen. He clocks the situation in front of him and tries to exit silently, walking backwards out the way he came in. He knocks into the recycling bin, startling you and Santiago, causing you to jump apart and hit your head on the cabinet behind you.

“Shit, sweetheart, you okay?” Will asks, genuine concern etched on his face.

Santiago cradles the back of your head as he looks at you, eyes searching yours for any signs of pain.

“I’m good, I’m good, don’t worry,” you reassure them.

Will smirks at you and winks cheekily before he leaves, grabbing a beer on his way out.

“Oh god,” you groan, leaning forward to rest your head against Santiago’s chest. He strokes your hair lovingly, a laugh rumbling through him.

You both know Will isn’t going to say anything. He’s the most trustworthy one of them all. Always observing, never gossiping.

“Love you, hermosa,” he chuckles.

“Love you too, Santi,” you reply, wide smile painted on your face.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

Will was the last to kiss you.

It had been a long time coming.

Some people think Will is hard to read. He’s introverted, quiet, a wallflower of sorts. But he isn’t hard to read. Not really. You just have to know what you’re looking at.

He’d called you up one Sunday morning, asking if you had plans. When you’d told him you didn’t, he invited you over for a day of pancakes and terrible movies. It sounded perfect.

Which is how you found yourself lying on Will’s couch, legs tangled together, your back to his chest. His strong arms have found home on your waist, wrapped around your middle. You’re not sure how you ended up here, as you started the movie on opposite ends of the sofa. No one’s complaining.

It’s rare, this kind of intimacy. Casual, effortless, easy. No thought goes into it. You just fall into each other as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Will’s always had that gift. He makes people feel comfortable. No matter where you are, or what you’re doing, one look from those big blue eyes is all it takes to calm you down. It doesn’t matter if you’re being shot at on a battlefield, or just getting overwhelmed in a supermarket. Will’s there, and he knows exactly what you need. You’re convinced the man might be a mind reader, honestly.

He’s not, in fact, clairvoyant. He’s just a listener. No matter what you’re talking about, Will’s looking at you like you’re the centre of his universe. He’d be perfectly content to listen to your voice, to watch the way your eyes light up when you tell stories like this forever. You feel like the only girl in the world, as you lay here in his arms.

You’re deep in thought before you decide to break the silence, voice floating through the warmth of the room.

“Have you ever wanted to kiss me?”

You feel him hum from behind you before he answers softly.

“Every day since I met you.”

You nod gently before relaxing back into him, sighing in contentment.

“Have you ever wanted to kiss me?” he asks, mirroring your question.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t think about kissing you, William,” you murmur.

His arms tighten around you slightly, pulling you impossibly closer. He presses a kiss into your hair, and another to your bare shoulder.

You sit in the silence for a while, letting the questions hang heavy in the air. It’s not awkward – no, it’s the exact opposite. It’s comfortable.

“I’ve kissed Benny, Frankie and Santi,” you confess quietly. You’re not sure why, but it just feels like something you need to get off your chest. You don’t want him to judge you.

“I know,” he speaks softly. He knows. Of course he does.

“Does it make you think differently of me?” you query. You almost don’t want to know the answer.

“Of course it doesn’t,” he replies earnestly. “Why would it?”

“I don’t know. Just doesn’t look good for me, I guess.”

“That’s not true, sweetheart. They’re your best friends. You love them. A kiss doesn’t have to change anything - not always, anyway.” He pauses. “Do you regret any of it?”

“Not at all,” you whisper.

“Exactly. We all think the world of you. You should know that by now.”

You shift and turn so that you’re sitting in between his legs, facing him. You press your forehead into his, and he smiles gently.

“I love you,” you say softly.

“I love you too,” he replies, grinning widely.

Suddenly, he jumps off the couch, pulling you up with him.

“Let’s go outside,” he prompts, dragging you out the door behind him.

“Will, it’s raining!” you squeal as he practically carries you into the backyard.

He grabs you by the waist and spins you around, both of you laughing. The downpour has drenched you both, clothes sticking to your skin, hair dripping. He puts you down and looks at you as if he’s reading the words off the very surface of your soul.

Gently, he pushes the hair out of your face, moving it to behind your ears. He uses his thumb to catch a raindrop that’s making it’s way down your cheek, swiping it away. You’re both soaked through, but you can’t feel the cold. You feel the warmest you ever have, love illuminating your bones.

Will leans down and presses his lips to yours. His hands are on your waist, and he pulls you closer, plastering you together. It’s tender, and it’s sweet, and it’s a perfect amalgamation of Will. You’ve never felt more at peace.

When he pulls away, you remember his words from earlier.

“Does this kiss change anything?” you ask, megawatt smile etched on your face.

“Everything, sweetheart,” he replies, grinning widely. “It changes everything.”

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

“You saved the best until last,” Will beams, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

The boys all scoff, laughing as they do it. You smile broadly, moving to peck his lips tenderly.

“Sure did.”

Benny and Santiago roll their eyes jokingly, while Frankie jabs them both with his elbows.

“Idiots,” he murmurs, still chuckling.

Will’s hand finds yours under the table. His fingers twist the ring you’re wearing absentmindedly, and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I love you, Mrs Miller.”

“I love you too, Mr Miller.”

“Guess I just had to kiss a few frogs to find my prince,” you wink at him, the whole table erupting into protests. You throw your head back in a laugh, your whole body vibrating with it. All four of them agree it’s their favourite sound in the world.

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gloomwitchwrites · 2 months

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I wish to see how each of the 141 boys respond to their ex, reader, calling them for emotional support bc readers newest bf was toxic af

bonus points if 141 boys are still possessive over reader, but doesn't do anything besides telling reader to leave her toxic bf. OR ORRR he's possessive bc him and reader have been together for so long, who would know how to treat her better than him? He knows every little detail she cares about, every little action that makes her fall head over heels in an instant. Her toxic bf? He doesn't care to learn about those types of things, even if reader outright says it

EVEN MORE BONUS POINTS for smut to show reader what a quick fuck of satisfaction looks like vs genuine sex / love making

Apologies, Anon. This has been sitting in my inbox for…a while, but I’ve been thinking about it off and on since you’ve sent it in.

I’ll drop some HC’s about how this would go down but I absolutely want to explore this further as part of the Imagines & What If Series.

I'll tackle these separately and make them individual one-shots (with much more detail) once I wrap up the By the Belt prompt. But for now...enjoy my HC's (if you will) on what I think would go down in this scenario.

The official masterlist for the extended fics can be found HERE.

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

Content & Warnings: suggestive themes (it's vague), brief mentions of protective/possessive behavior, canon-typical swearing

John Price

Breakup status: Strained (at first), but settled into friendship.

Absolutely hates texting, and you know if you need to reach him immediately, you have to call. Price isn’t an old man, he’s just the old man of the group, and would absolutely be tech literate but also super picky on how he communicates with people personally. It’s Price’s job to be calm, to be a leader, and pick up on things others don’t necessarily notice. So, Price would know you’re upset with your current boyfriend without you even having to spell it out. Besides, Price hates the guy, and knows he’s not worth even a lob of spit.

Plus, Price has been wanting to get back with you for ages. Now that the two of you are friends and have repaired whatever it is that separated the two of you in the first place, Price is looking to find a way to move in again, to slowly (or quickly) win you back, and now he has the opportunity.

Price insists on talking in person, and the moment the two of you are together, he makes the effort he knows you’re needing—because he wants you back, but also because he knows you better than your current boyfriend. Price doesn’t understand why you even gave the guy a chance, but he’ll do everything to get you back.

He would start with subtle indications eventually moving the conversation into past memories, reminiscing on happier times when you were his woman, and how that felt. It slowly devolves until you’re admitting first that you still miss him, and Price goes in for the kill, stating clearly that he still has feelings for you.

The final act is passionate, rough, and intense. Like an atom splitting, it is explosive.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Breakup status: mutual (away all the time; hard to make it work)

When you call, on the verge of tears, needing to talk to someone, Gaz immediately knows something is wrong the moment he picks up. (Sorta like Price but more attuned emotionally to the situation).

I can see Gaz not being a fan of chatting for long periods on the phone, so you don’t even need to ask, Gaz will drop everything and come to you without you having to suggest it. In fact, Gaz picks up, realizes your upset, and immediately says he’s coming over.

When he arrives, it’s like the two of you have never been apart. It’s almost routine, completely natural the way the two of you come together. Gaz is very much about physical affection. He’s constantly touching you, comforting you, and saying sweet things that always make you melt.

Totally knows you need a distraction, and while you’re upset, you’re having a difficult time expressing yourself. When this happens, Gaz just shuts it down, guiding you toward distraction to help you calm down and ease your mind before probing to see if you want to return to the topic.

Once that happens, game over for boyfriend. He’s lost you to Gaz.

The reunification is absolutely passionate and soft. I will die on that hill.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Breakup status: Messy. (You cannot tell me Soap isn’t a hot mess. Our boy is a little too high energy at times.)

While the breakup between the two of you is messy, Soap has always been a “safe” person for you. So, when you call him to vent, you don’t realize that Soap immediately starts heading in your direction until he knocks on your door and the two of you stand there staring at each other, phones held up to your ears. It’s an impulsive decision on his end to come to you, but you don’t turn him away.

Like Simon, Soap would be forward in the way he addresses your concern and the issues—which is your shitty boyfriend who deserves to only be known as your ex. However, where Simon is more of a blunt “these are the facts” kind of communicator, Soap will go for the jugular, using harsher language about this “boyfriend.” He won’t be critical of you, but he will be overly critical of him, listing all the ways this idiot doesn’t deserve you. He might even grow a bit heated in tone and pitch, becoming creative with his slang, and his accent might thicken slightly especially if he’s going off.

But ultimately, Soap is defending you, and reiterates the need for you to stand up for yourself and get rid of this loser.

I don’t think anything passionate would happen in that moment. But I could also see Soap in the middle of him criticizing your toxic boyfriend, you shutting him up with a kiss. Now…that could easily go sideways with someone like Soap. He’s very much impulsive at times, and I think that would win out. Soap would totally kiss you back and not allow you to pull away from him again until you’re…satisfied.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Breakup status: Tumultuous, eventually mellowing to mutual understanding afterward.

Would listen to you rant without interrupting. He would not ask any clarifying or follow up questions.

When you have it all out of your system, his response is simple: break up with him. Simon is direct—could even say blunt depending on the situation, and he would absolutely be that way in this scenario.

He makes it clear that you’re obviously not happy and that the relationship is making you miserable. He might even lay it out plainly, stating only the facts, sliding into that mindset when he’s in the field, thinking about all scenarios and problem-solving while doing so.

Internally, he’s absolutely ecstatic that your current boyfriend is a garbage heap of a human being. He will see this as an opportunity to slip right back into your life if he plays this right. Sure, the two of you aren’t together anymore, but he’s not over it. Simon is possessive and territorial to the core. Totally still considers you his.

Will absolutely make up a reason to come over, and it will likely fall under the “I’m looking out for you” or “trying to protect you from him” insisting that your boyfriend could escalate and he won’t allow you to potentially be in harm’s way.

When he arrives, Simon immediately turns soft and attentive in just the way you like. He gives you his full attention, doesn’t lecture, and offers plenty of physical touch.

The physical touches turn…well, I’ll save that for the full fic. But it is a reminder of how you’ve always been his and you just need to realize it.

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lanabuckybarnes · 2 months

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Tha gaol agam ort.

This was originally a drabble, now it’s probably a mediocre one shot but the words kept coming and my fingers kept typing.

I just wanted an excuse to boast that I’m Scottish lol. I hope you enjoy. There should be a rough translation with every word or phrase but if I’ve missed any let me know!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Scottish! Female reader

Trigger Warnings: Swearing is all! Unless you count the use of Y/N as one. Also I call Scots a dialect once, please don’t come for me my people.

Word Count: 1.9k (oh my god it’s over 1000 words!!!)

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When Bucky had first met Y/N, he had no clue what she was saying but the confusing phrases and silly placement of random words she intrigued him. Originally just her speech had him interested but it wouldn’t stay like that.

It was only after 4 months of getting to know her, speaking to her almost everyday, whether she was happy, sad or drunk until Bucky had been confident enough to say he understood what she was saying. Most of the time.

The others though, they hadn’t a clue.

It was winter, the temperature dropping rapidly each day. The crime didn’t stop. Bucky and Y/N had just finished their patrol, thoughourly soaked to the bone from the unrelenting rain.

The doors to the elevator opened on the communial floor, Y/N popping out first with a grumpy Bucky, looking akin to a soggy cat following behind.

“Fuck me it’s baltic out there like” the thick accent boomed across the living area, the others looked at her in confusion. Bucky gazed at their bewildered faces, sighing.

“She said it’s cold”. At the translation they all gave a variation of agreement, they were thankfully Bucky had spent a lot of time around her. They needed a translator, and he needed a girlfriend.

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Lover boy. Sam had started calling him around HQ and it stuck, much to Bucky’s bemusement and confusion. He didn’t see the heart eyes he’d gaze at Y/N with, after all. ‘They were just too lazy to learn’, he said to himself, pummeling shot after shot into the thick punching bag.

“Careful lover boy, you’ll knock the stuffing out of it” Sam quipped, entering the gym, his skipping ropes hung loosely over his shoulder.

“Lover boy” Bucky repeated lowly whilst sending a vicious right hook into the leather, he was thinking of Sam’s face. The nickname tasted disgustingly bitter on his tongue, Sam just laughed.

‘Lover boy? What the hell kind of name was Lover boy anyways?’ A deep scowl settling itself onto his features as he thought. He almost didn’t hear the gym door squeak open again.

“Ooft, don’t look in the fridge you’ll turn the milk sour” She giggled at her own joke. ‘Very funny Y/N’ Bucky mused in his head. His scowl worsened, if it was even possible but he failed to repress the small blush at the sound of her chuckles.

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Bucky had been stuck on those words all day. The the nickname never failed to leave his head after any one of the group called him it, the foul mood it brought following it as well. The only person Bucky hadn’t chewed the head off of was Y/N. Which the others weren’t particularly surprised about.

Watching a grown man shovel cereal into his mouth was probably the most interesting thing Y/N had ever seen, sorcerers and aliens be damned. The conversation she was having with Nat and Sam fading in and out of her mind in favour of watching Bucky chew violently, throughly slaughtering the wheat O’s.

“What do you think?” Nat asked, a smile playing on her lips. She’d caught her staring at Bucky, again.

“Huh?”

“About love, Sam thinks that everyone has a soulmate but I’m not so sure. What say you?” Nat clarified, leaning forward on her chair.

“Well my granny used to say, ‘What’s fur ye, will no go by ye’ so I suppose that’s my stance” She smiled at Nat who’s jaw had dropped in utter confusion.

“Hey lover boy, translate that” Sam shouted over to Bucky, his icy gaze turned in the direction of the trio. Allowing himself to linger a little too long on Y/N’s soft features.

“Hey!” Clicking his fingers at Bucky, Sam directed his attention back to the conversation.

“She said what’s for you won’t go by you. It means if you are bound to get something you will get it”. His features turned almost deadly “and click your fingers in my face again and you’ll get what’s coming for you”

“Ok, ok. Keep the heid” (calm down) she interjected, her small hand coming up to rest on the metal of Bucky’s shoulder , her soft fingers grazing over the sensitive skin at the edge. Such a simple gesture shouldn’t have caused his heart to flutter in the way it did.

As soon as Y/N had disappeared, Nat following behind, Bucky cornered Sam in the kitchen.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He questioned. Sam picked up on the threatening tone laced through his voice.

“Calling you what man?” He chuckled back, trying to act innocent but he crumbled, laughing at the tension.

“Lover boy.”

The sound of Bucky’s angry voice saying those words had Sam buckled in two. He laughed hard, his palm slapping against his thigh as he propped himself up with the other.

“You don’t think we haven’t seen those looks, for a grumpy old man you sure do give her the heart eyes” Sam spoke once his fit of giggles subsided.

“Banner ‘hypothosised’ you were falling in love the first time you translated for her. Not a single person in this building knows what she’s saying except you, it’s not friendship that’s making you want to learn”

Bucky’s faced was flushed red, from anger or embarrassment at being caught out? he had no clue. Probably from both.

“Steve is the least laziest man I know and even he couldn’t learn, he tried many times” Sam explained. Bucky remebered the few occasions Steve had grabbed him by the shoulder or wrist, asking what the misspelled phrases or words in his little red book had meant, phrases you’d said to him that flew over his head. Sam was right.

“Steve also had 10$ on you having a crush on her” Sam let slip, tucking in his lips as soon as the words escaped.

“You’re taking bets on me!” He hissed

“Come on man, how could we not. It was Tony’s idea” Sam was trying to save his own ass by pushing others under the bus.

“I cannot believe you” Bucky snapped before turning on his heel, he’d deal with Sam later. Right now he had to relax. His feet moved on their own, seeking out a familiar room.

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Her door rattled, its hinges threatening to break if they were shuddered any longer.

“Alright keep your hair on I’m coming” she exclaimed, rushing from the bathroom with a pale green facial mask painted on her face.

“Bucky! w-what are you doing here?” She asked, embarrassment filling her body at the thought of her appearance.

He didn’t say a word, pushing past her and flopping down on her bed in a way a huffy toddler would flop to the floor if they didn’t get their own way.

“Ok then” she mumbled to herself, taking a seat next to his sprawled out body.

“Who shat in your cereal?” A normal thing for her to say, he knew she was only asking what was up. Even if her tone was a little mocking.

“Sam”.

“Oh how did I guess?” Laughing at her own words as she lay back beside Bucky, her head unintentionally resting against his inner arm.

He thought of moving, thought of whipping his arm to his side but the soft hair slightly tickling his flesh was grounding him. Allowing the anger to dissipate from his body.

“You know they keep calling me lover boy” He stated. ‘Lover boy?’ She thought. ‘Why lover boy?’.

“Why lover boy?” She asked, the question mimicking his thoughts from earlier.

“Well that’s what I asked Sam. I didn’t like his answer, not that it was much of an answer” Bucky responded, although Sam had told him bluntly he didn’t feel comfortable enough to repeat it to her.

He turned his head to watch her soft features try to determine the answer of her own question, she hadn’t even noticed his sapphire eyes watching her. With those same heart eyes that Sam had mentioned.

Gazing lovingly into the side of her head. His pupils dilated, watching every twitch of her brows, every time her eyelashes brushed against her cheek as she blinked. Every time her pink tongue peeked out to wet her plush lips.

Oh my god! Sam was right. He hadn’t just learned her dialect because of genuine interest in the meaning, but because of his interest in her.

He pulled his body up suddenly, her head flopping against the bed causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Gonnae no dae that!” (Don’t do that!) She yelped in surprise, the accent coming through thicker than ever but Bucky was far too focused on his own thoughts.

“Bucky?” She sat up as well, leaning forward almost comically to catch a glance of his frustration streaked face.

“Are you alright?” ‘Fuck that accent was distracting’ he thought. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep his feelings bottled up, he didn’t want to lose Y/N as a friend but the longer the feelings festered the worse they got felt to keep hidden.

“No. I can’t do this anymore Y/N, I can’t be around you everyday, I can’t watch movies together, I can’t drink with you anymore. I can’t do anything with you anymore. Not until I’ve said what I have to say” Bucky exclaimed. He was sure he sounded angry to her but after all the pent up frustration as a result of having to keep himself from smashing his lips against hers had built up to its boiling point, he was hoping she’d understand.

“What the hell is going on?” She sounded crestfallen, the words breaking her heart. Had she said or done something wrong? Offended him in some way?

“I have spent too much time together with you, as friends. I can’t keep denying my feelings anymore, it’s hurting me physically to hold myself back. I’m borderline insane because I have to contain my thoughts of you” He took a deep breath, looking everywhere but her wide eyes.

“I love you, I have done so for a while. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, I mean I’m a horrible person. The things I did as the Winter Soldier to you, to everyone I’m surprised you even consider me a frie-“

He didn’t get the chance to finish his rant before she’d pulled him towards her. Stealing his lips away from his words selfishly.

The realisation of what exactly was going on clicked, he acted quickly, pulling her close. Almost too close to his own large frame. He groaned into her mouth at the feeling of her long nails scratching his scalp lightly.

His tongue poked against her mouth, fighting for dominance against her own when she let him in.

He’d never imagined he’d feel a kiss like this, not ever again but here it was. If he could’ve, he would’ve died of asphyxiation right then and there. She pulled away first, her breath heavy against his swollen mouth and reddened face.

“You’re an eejit” (idiot) She beamed, pecking his lips again.

“Tha gaol agam ort” she whispered, as if anything louder would scare him and his thoughts of her away.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he knew a lot of phrases but this one had him stumped. She noticed the confusion in his features.

“It means I love you” she explained, tucking a loose strand of his soft brunette hair behind his ear.

“I love you too” he replied, mustering up all the passion he felt for her and squeezing it into those few words. Her eyes widened slightly, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. She tried covering her mouth but he pulled her hand away.

“What? What is it?” He smiled as well. Her giggles setting off bubbling fireworks in his abdomen.

“You have my face mask all over you”

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Ahhh, im actually proud of this. Even if it was a little selfish of me to write one with this topic.

AND it’s over 1000 words which is a big deal considering I can’t seem to stay focused for 2 minutes. I can’t wait to never write something as good as this again lol

I hope you enjoy x

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #marvel #james bucky barnes #beefy bucky fluff #marvel mcu #mcu bucky barnes

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gingerjunhan · 7 months

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boyfriend headcannons - goo gunil

☆彡 I felt burnt out after working on an essay all day, so what did I do? Went to my dorm and wrote some more! I’ve seen other blogs do little series like this with groups, so I wanted to give it a try! I hope you all enjoy!

word count: 777 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: reader is called “beautiful,” cringe moments /pos, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death (in a joking way), my delulu thoughts, all caps, lmk if I missed anything else!

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Gunil strikes me as they type of boyfriend that would try to make your life feel like a rom-com

he definitely strikes me as one of the more romantic ones in the group, but probably in a more goofy way than Jungsu or Seungmin would be (but more on that later)

yes he’s buying you flowers every time he passes a flower stand

yes he leaves those cheesy little notes about how beautiful and perfect you are in your lunch that you take to school or work

yes he reminds you every day that you’re quite literally the light of his life and he wouldn’t be the same person without you

but I truly believe this man can get weird

like, very very strange

in the most endearing way… he’s cringe

let’s unpack that

starting off strong:

“Good morning sunshine!”

some find that cringe, but I’m kicking my feet so 🧍🏻‍♀️

the pet names… oh god the pet names

I know I have a whole fic on this topic already but I feel the need to say more for Gunil

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “sweetums”

“precious”

I’m sorry but he gives me “bubs”/“bubby” vibes

listen I don’t hate that one as much as other people okay hear me out

“angel” probably happens on rare occasions

I could go on

he may be cringe but he is free!

but it’s okay because you totally call him silly names back

you love him no matter what

you know who else loves him?

your parents

he’s shaking hands and being overly friendly, and your parents are eating it up!!!!

let's say you bring him over for dinner:

“You have such a lovely home!”

“Do you need help with anything? I can set the table!”

“The meal was amazing. (Y/N) clearly didn’t get their cooking skills from you!”

“Gunil what the hell-“

the next time your parents invite him over he definitely shows up with dessert, wine, a side dish, something

he 100% gets the parental stamp of approval 👍🏻

okay I’m sorry but we need to talk about Gunil and intimacy keeping it G y’all c’mon now

he :(( is the sweetest :(((( ever :(

he knows he’s strong so he tries to be so gentle with you

if you want him to hold you tight he absolutely will

but Gunil strikes me as a soft intimacy type of guy!!

soft, calming, long hugs

sweet compliments whispered between you during a cuddle secession

cuddle secessions :(

if he doesn’t cuddle with you before bed he literally acts like he’s on the brink of death

gently holding your hand at almost all times

like I’ve said, I think Gunil likes PDA

so he’s got a grip on your hand at all times in public

I also think that Gunil would be the type to wash your hair for you

I’m melting right now

imagine it like,,,, oh my god

Gunil knows you’ve been stressed and he can see how hard you’re working and how much the stress is affecting you so he offers to help you relax

he runs a nice bath for you

lights a few candles

and then if you’re comfortable with it he’s right by your side, absolutely pampering you and washing your hair :(

can we tell that he’s been bias wrecking me really really hard lately? yes? okay

but these gentle moments don’t last forever

he’s you’re hype man all the time every day

“You look so good baby! I love your outfit today! C’mon, give me a spin- OH MY GOSH youlooksogood!”

gives you those hugs where he gets really excited and picks you up and spins you in circles

Gunil definitely gives me the vibe that he would totally put his full body weight on you if you wanted him to

just *plop*

okay okay so we all know how Gunil is the only member of xh who can drive yes?

do you think he like,, does the thing? 🤭 when he puts the car in reverse? 🤭 because guys I think he does 🤭

I’m a firm believer in the fact that Gunil would quite literally be the most perfect man on the face of the earth (totally unbiased opinion!)

he always encourages you to try new things- even if they scare you- and always reach for your goals!!

he’s so supportive and full of love for you and he’s gonna be by your side every step of the way and MAN I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH—

final closing thought but imagine sitting on his lap while he teaches you how to play drums EEE okay I need to stop

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #xdh scenarios #gunil x reader

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updatingranboo · 4 months

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(sorry for how long this is, I swear I tried to keep it short pfft)

Hi Day! I didn’t really know where to ask this, sorry in advance if this is the wrong place or something completely out of your wheelhouse. I know you have your ‘RanbooStartingSoon’ YT channel where you upload starting soons and on occasion vods that are missing from the official vods channel (like the missing LA vod, tysm for that btw !!) so you seemed like the best person that I could ask about this;

Yesterday I was looking for a couple vods of Lethal Company from November, because I missed seeing them at the time and had never gotten around to seeing them- I wasn’t in a rush because I thought “well they’ll be on the vods channel!” but looking through I realized they’re totally missing from there, along with quite a few other vods from November- they’re still on twitch right now, but won’t be much longer.

The missing vods as far as I can tell are: the Thief Simulator 2 vod (which I think will be gone off of twitch tomorrow, Jan 19th if I’m not mistaken) the LC vods “THIS COMPANY SURE ISN’T NON LETHAL!”, “the lethalist of companies, the best of people”, and “2 years of having EYES (LETHAL COMPANY WITH HUGE LOBBY LATER!)”, along with the VR Kayaking vod, the “planning the project fundraiser subathon” vod, and the “absolutely massive announcements” vod. The vods from after the subathon are also missing, but I’m assuming (hoping) that those will be uploaded to the official vods channel soon, although the oldest of them is already 23 days old so I don’t know.

There's other vods from before these missing, like the RGBtrio PayDay stream and Streamer's Court, but those aren't on twitch anymore so I'm assuming those are just lost sadly.

Basically, I was wondering if you’d consider uploading the missing vods at all? I imagine you probably never planned to upload that many vods, so I completely understand if it’s too much of a hassle and you can’t/don’t want to. And again, my apologies if this just isn’t in your wheelhouse, so sorry if I was a bother.

Regardless, thank you for your time and thank you for all the updates you do! Hope you have a lovely timezone <3

hi there!! yeah I’m very painfully aware of how far backed up the vods channel is, it causes me stress daily LMAO. there’s already vods that have fallen off twitch that haven’t been uploaded, but I’ve been assured by the twitch vods manager they’ve been saved so i have to trust.

i try not to upload anything that is definitely going to be uploaded to the vods channel, because i don’t like taking away from the traffic to official channels, and i also am working with the tiniest hard drive known to man and just. don’t have the space to download full streams most of the time :(

i do have plans to upload both of the alt streams just because I’m paranoid but believe me, I’m just as stressed and i hope that when ranboo gets back from their break the channel picks up again because we are over 2 months behind now and i Don’t Like That as the resident media preservation freak

but thank you for reaching out, maybe I’ll change my mind if I can figure something out, but for now I’m just praying that the vods channel manager knows what they’re doing 😭

#guh im so stressed #I’m also fighting my own very busy schedule to try and find time to upload starting soons and they keep catching up to me #I do still have the ghost starting soon downloaded from the nov national ranboo day stream that was muted #that will go up soon promise #not updating ranboo #updatingranboo ask

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madstronaut · 3 months

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it is currently madstro'clock and it is FaFiCoWriYear in this house

the original FaFiCoWriMo post feels too long to keep reblogging but I'm choking laughing right now because I decided to link it and this image above is what I see - FUCK IT WE BALL 😂😂😂😂😂😂 (truly my whole tumblr vibe)

me: gonna plug away at commenting on all the fics I’ve read lately that I love hmm should take a break

also me: *takes break by looking for other fics to read*

I was completely taken off-guard by stumbling on this fic while mindlessly scrolling on tumblr and having it show up in my recs, so yes i live-blogged by reading even though I HAVE SO MANY OTHER DRAFTS OPEN BUT IT'S COS I END UP RE-READING CERTAIN FICS OVER AND OVER AND I KEEP FINDING NEW COMMENTS TO WRITE IM STILL THINKNIG OF COMMENTS I MISSED ON FICS I ALREADY COMMENTED ON BUT ANYWAY AHEM-

without further ado, pls stay for the rambly thoughts, then flee in fright because of the increasing levels of unhinged commentar-

Reading: Touch-starved Nikto fic series by @keysorsomething

- "his current running theory was that you must have some form of brain damage. Perhaps you were dropped as a baby."

hehehehehehehe i swear nikto writers capture what i think would be his sense of humor with bullseye accuracy imho

- “His bright blue eyes broke through the dim lighting as if they were backlit by two LED bulbs in his skull.”

“You crack your eye open, meeting his piercing blue stare, like hot water down the back of your shirt.”

OMG TRULY THIS ENCAPSULATES THE EXPERIENCES OF BEHOLDING HIS EYES/WHAT I IMAGINE EYE CONTACT WITH NIKTO IS LIKE???

- “Maybe you could weird him out enough for him to leave you be..?”

literally held my breath reading the next few paragraphs til I read “He’s very gentle”

I don’t know what exactly it is about gentle touch but it can cut through people’s armor & walls like butter IRL and in fic and I JUST *am exploding, cannot type further*

- “His eyes looked like he was blinking on occasion, which was actually mildly upsetting because there goes your Christmas present for him.”

honestly what a thoughtful gift for the reader to get him eyedrops lmao *tell me u have a crush without telling me u have a crush, oh nothing just got you an extremely specific gift cos I noticed small details about you*

- “Did this count at fraternization?”

LMAO READER THIS MADE ME CRY LAUGHING “Im SORRy i woNT TOUCH HIM WITH TWO FINGERS AGAIN, IM SORRY I MISSED IT IN MY CONTRACT COS I WAS TOO BUSY STARING AT ALL THE $$$$-

- “I wanna know what’s up-” you pause “-man,” you tack it on, but quickly feel like you shouldn’t have. Who the fuck calls a guy like this man?

omg I am alr in love i fucking looooove awkward!readers

- trope alert trope alert trope alert STORAGE CLOSET READER? REALLY? (yes please god yes im so happy rn)

i would like to kneel before this all-powerful goofy ass awkward adorable reader who has nikto scared in a closet looking for ways out

- “Not like that,” You correct, and he just eyes you more confusedly. “I mean, not yet..? Look,” You sigh,”

the “i mean, not yet” - like omg nikto if i was in ur shoes hearing this i would have to suppress the strong urge to immediately make out and probably fail to stopper the hearts exploding from my body (and ofc hide the involuntary boner popping maybe hello?)

- ““See you tonight,” Klaus mocks.”

i pity these fools, reader has just tamed nikto, i would beat all their asses immediately singlehandedly from the sheer high and power trip i would be on

- if someone referred to me as ‘one of the three snoopiest bitches on base’ i would get it tattooed on my collarbones probably

- ‘being called into König’s office and being scolded about fraternizing’ - thisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonig

- ‘His guns are neatly lined up against the wall, biggest to smallest.’

CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTE omg i just know he prob has nicknames for them too

- ““Нет,” He replies firmly. He’s in more comfortable clothes, something you’ve never seen before.”

i am probably dating myself here but at the tight t-shirt and sweats description all i hear is BOWCHICKAWOWOWOWWWWW

- “Your eyes stay on him intensely as he lays down in the bed, sliding under the covers. “You are here to help us sleep,”

ok all my horniness left me (ok almost all not all of it of course not i would die) and i just felt so tender and awwwwwwww of it all, esp. the reader comparing his grip to a child with their lovie :(

- “You see the faint, deep-brown shaping of his brows, his long eyelashes, the scar that covers the right side, but most importantly, the pale gleam of his skin in the little light.

He had washed the eyeblack off. And he had done it just for you.”

I am left speechless here; the buildup to this scene is storytelling and climactic perfection in my opinion

then i clicked on next part and it is titled “caught” and i screamed out loud lol

- “You dare to even think you want the world to melt away, for time to be this moment and this moment alone, always and forever, but should you really let him boss you around like that?”

looooooooove, totally captures that feeling when u have one of those 'time stands still/you wished time stood still' moments IRL

also YES READER WITH A SPINE/BRAIN IS ALSO MY OTHER KINK

- also as much as ive somehow developed a bizarrely unquenchable thirst for graves (do not @ me, i know, i have problems and I love it) canon graves is exactly how id imagine he’d be like in this fic esp with the constant mansplaining

- "How do you deny a masked man who’s speaking in his mother tongue?"

YOU CANT. YOU JUST CAN’T! IT’S A LAW OF NATURE. IT IS SCIENTIFIC FACT. IT IS IRREFUTABLE. IT IS ABSOLUTE TRUTH. IT IS DIVINE DOGMA. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

- “When you look into his eyes, you feel like he wants nothing more than to touch you, and you feel he agrees that this moment is ever so precious. But he doesn’t want to touch you. Perhaps he’s afraid, or perhaps he doesn’t like his face being touched, so he won’t touch yours. The Golden Rule and all that.”

“It’s all the best thing to ever happen in this place, and you have a feeling it’s the best thing to have ever happened to him.”

““Nikto?” You ask, voice soft and wavering, like if you speak too loud you’ll create a rip in space-time and it will have never happened.”

again i feel like someone has snipershot me to the heart with tenderness, everything about this fic and the premise just speaks to a core desire i have to create moments like this, to bypass someone’s armor and touch their heart, and be a source of healing for hurt just by the gift of our mere presence and vice versa - and have this moment and memory become an indescribable source of light and strength in dark and dreary times to be taken out and relived over and over again as needed (or is it just me that does this lol idk)

fanfic writers never change and keep creating pls <3 ur words create worlds that inspire and brighten our IRL world <3

- i am deeply moved by the indescribable tenderness of nikto waking reader up by softly patting their cheek - this man known and infamous for his harshness and aggression - UNF

- “As always, they are an icy blue that doesn’t match the feeling of having them on you at all. But by now they feel so much cooler than before, like a warm hug or a heated blanket instead of a hot iron.”

if you’ve known any blue-eyed folx up close i have most def seen their eye color change with emotions, sooo fascinating and hot

- ummmmm my jaw fucking dropped when i realized he leaned in…TO KISS HER? I THOUGHT HE WAS ALSO GONNA REST HIS EYES AND JUST SLEEP FOR A BIT NEXT TO HER? OMG the emotional rOLLERCOASTER THIS STORY HAS TAKEN ME ON *running to download it as we speak*

- BUT aHHHH HTHE ACTUAL SCREAM WHEN READER RUNS INTO KONIG

- omg when reader starting sniffling i just want to hug her and also go back in the room and yell at konig OMG YOU MADE OUR HIGHLY TRAINED PMC-LEVEL KILLER READER CINNAMON ROLL CRY I WILL HURT YOU SIR IDK HOW COS IM LIKE 5’2 BUT IF I HAVE TO CLIMB U LIKE A TREE TO DO SO I WILL TO GET IN YOUR FACE-

- “Who the hell can you trust? Both not to talk, but also with Nikto.” - ends up being Velikan meanwhile me busy shredding the post-it behind my back hoping/suggesting it’s dmitry bale and trying not to cry- (ignore me dmitry is my current hyper fixation)

- i wont lie i am both so heart warmed by how tender and sweet reader is for being so good at reading body language and also laughing my ass off at her having this kinda complicated conversation with velikan who does not talk, mostly growls also while typing this his name autocorrected to pelican and i cannot stop fucking laughing

- omg DMITRY REFERENCE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD (it’s like 1130pm where i am, sorry to my apt neighbors)

- also omg i am crying at this allegiance letter with sputnik, i love both how thoughtful and it is and how it highlights each member and their personality - and that the return of sputnik returned some good memories back to nikto <3, shoutout to any PTSD folx who also deal with blankouts, flashbacks, and having good memory recall be a total struggle street - i think i would openly sob if someone did for me the emotional equivalent of what velikan (and allegiance and by extension reader) did for nikto here with sputnik <3 (and now im remembering IRL times people have done this for me and now im crying omg THE POWER OF FANFIC Y’ALL)

-AH YEGOR CAMEO? MY FAVORITE UKRAINIAN OPERATOR IN ALL OF COD? (madstro, there’s only one ukrainian operat-SHUT UP I SAID MY FAVORITE UKRAINIAN OPERATOR SHOWED UP)

- also i love how Velikan is written here - “This motherfucker was going to get him put on Fatal Attractions.” i would chill and fuck with him and also probably kill for him hahaha jk or am i-

- very into this irresponsible driver yet simultaneously responsible dog dad rodion rn

- also love the small touch of velikan removing his mask to look yegor in the eye asking if krueger is dead or not

the absolute ride this fic took me on???? incredible incredible incredible this is going in my list of top favorite COD fics @keysorsomething and if i could boost this in the nikto fics tag i would but i'll mostly just be salivating here in the corner over this fic in the meantime, tyvm <3

#madstrothought #FaFiCoWriMo #call of duty #nikto #Keysorsomething #touch-starved nikto fics #The Shape #Easing Into It #Into The Hyena's Den #SPUTNIK the hyena #Bright & Early #Unprofessional #Everyone has a Reason to Stay (Primireniye)#nikto x reader

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im-so-tired52 · 5 days

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Introducing Snack Stories

Character facts, dialogue, and songs I compare to them bellow!!

Okay fine I have writer’s block if it isn’t obvious, and I’m also overwhelmed currently with school and my family brought home a dog and NOW A KITTEN TOO LIKE GUYS ITS A ZOO IN HERE

So until inspiration on where to go with chapter two strikes, I’ve been randomly thinking up little things for the AU like OCs and small moments between characters that I think are cute. So I’ll now be providing small little moments between chapters that aren’t very important to the story but like just giving little bite sized story.

Like I want to do some of Violet and Alastor as kids interacting, or of Alastor teaching Annie how to dance to his favorite music. Maybe even Vox hating Alastor but being unable to hate Annie despite how similar she looks, because she acts just like Violet and it’s his niece at the end of the day, even if it’s also Alastor’s brat.

Idk between the stress and not knowing where to go with chapter two, this seems more manageable for now 💜

DW I’ll break y’all’s hearts with the actual story eventually

I love Alastor sm it’s a problem so obviously i need to traumatize him and drag yall along for the ride!!

Okay a few thing to make it up to yall!!

Music that I relate to these characters (should I just link the playlist I have? If so what platform works for yall?)

Violet being delulu and in love with Alastor and not seeing he’s dangerous and not a very good person (same girl same)

Violet x Alastor about each other bc he can be sweet just only with his people

Alastor about Violet

Rosie and Wisteria (they have their own post too)

How my human Husk and Angel feel about one another

A bit about Violet:

Honestly she can be so sweet a lot of the time, and she truly thinks the best of everyone.

So it’s even more shocking when she loses her shit if Annie, Alastor, or even Vox when he was small get hurt.

Seriously do not hurt her family you will not like the outcome.

Alastor is very proud the first time he sees her out for blood, which was after he got picked on for being mixed race.

She straight up tried to fight a boy twice her size for Al and she won.

“Violet!! Are you okay?! You didn’t have to do that…” He looked concerned seeing her bloody lip and a couple bruises on her. He didn’t expect his petite friend to chase his bully across campus like that…

“Yeah? I’m fine Al! I ain’t that banged up. That son of a biscuit is far worse off rest assured! Heh… anyway I’m probably going to be suspended so try to hold out for a few days huh?” Violet smiles like this was completely normal and it wasn’t at all surprising she beat the shit out of an upperclassmen…

On one occasion as adults she had seen a grown man trying to coax Annie into following him while they were at a park. She politely asked him to leave her daughter be, but after the man continued being creepy she punched him in the face before picking Annie up and going to find Alastor so they could leave

Said man later went missing but Alastor swears it’s a coincidence (The blood on his dress shirt said otherwise)

Violet doesn’t know about Alastor’s hobby at first, but finds out about ten years into their marriage

After learning he only kills dangerous people who harm others, she’s fine with it, but he can’t kill Vox

“You cannot kill my little brother!!” She argued to him

“He fits my rules!”

“HES MY BROTHER”

“You and your emotional connections!”

“You’re one to talk! Remember when Annie spilt her juice on that damned Radio?! You mourned it like a person!”

“That Radio was my baby, Violet!”

“ANNIE IS YOUR LITERAL BABY”

Other than that it’s fine

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anqelically-archived · 2 years

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AOT CHARACTERS AS ROMANCE TROPES | (EREN J, ARMIN A, & MIKASA A.) X GN!READER

CONTENT: no manga spoilers, some angst bcuz it’s eren but mostly “fluff”, modern!au for armin’s

NOTE: finished reading another really good aot fic so here i am again…

EREN JAEGER | LOVERS TO STRANGERS

the eren everyone knew was a boy who acted recklessly because of his strong emotions. he was also determined, passionate, strong-willed…

eren jaeger was many things, and one of those things was your partner

and just like those character traits that seemed to be buried deep over the past four years, so was your relationship

eren hated the thought of you following him into danger, but now he always seemed to pull you into it

he was starved for affection behind close doors and smiling so fondly at you when you were newly-made scouts

but now, his touches felt distant and stopped coming as often as they used to. and his eyes… they were now just a dull and an empty forest green compared to the way they looked before— like emeralds of sorts

the boy who loved to kiss your cheek every morning and stuck by your side most of the time was now a man who claimed that you were nothing to him, a speck of dust

“it’s revolting how lovesick you can be, y/n. learn that from the very moment we met, i’ve seen you as a nuisance.”

ARMIN ARLERT | PROJECT PARTNERS

everyone hates the feeling of having to work with a partner or group on an assignment, but not having anyone to work with

armin felt that way when he first actually got to talk with you. he knew your name and what you looked like because you were in his class and sat two seats behind him

although he was intelligent and someone you’d want to partner with to pass a project, no one asked him to. the no one who asked excluded you

just like armin, none of the people you knew were in your class. it was when the teacher was being informed of who was in which pair that you asked him if he wanted to pair up

that first project was the start of the thing he’s most grateful for today. you two passed the project with flying colors and every time there was work involving more than one person, you two would look at each other and have a silent agreement

from how often you two began to talk outside of class, you got to meet each other’s friends

the hangouts between you two would eventually evolve to everyone hanging out, and some teasing about who was actually going to make the first move ;)

“h-hey guys! it’s nothing like that, i swear!”

everyone would deadpan at armin, “mhm.”

MIKASA ACKERMAN | REUNION ROMANCE

eren might’ve saved mikasa from those kidnappers the day her parents died, but you were the one to save her heart from being shattered

you guys were kids, but that didn’t make mikasa’s adoration for you any different

you showed her around shiganshina (something eren wanted to do but you secretly did it first), you encouraged her to hang out with you and your two other friends, and you held her hand around busy streets of the district so you wouldn’t be separated

mikasa always fought the bullies that came your way, waited outside your hourse every morning so you two could play with eren and armin, helped you with chores and shopping errands, and she clung to your side

you missed having her by your side when wall maria fell and you barely managed to escape with your parents

every day for two years seemed to be longer than the last. and the moment she saw you again at the cadet corps, the world seemed to stop

“y/n… you’re here…?”

she’s been longing for the moment she’d be seeing you again. and it seemed like mikasa almost didn’t change at all because she was still going to be always running after you

“i’m here, mikasa.”

and the rest becomes the history

NAVIGATION

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lyon-amore · 10 months

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With you until the end of the world Chapter 9

Chapter 8

*Angel POV*

“Dear dad and mom,

Surely you will be surprised to receive another letter from me so soon and it is because there is recent news: We are taking care of a child. He is the son of a friend of his.

Yes, I know, how come I have accepted? I don't even know myself, I suppose it's because I love him too much to accept. It's not that he’s a bad kid like those two monsters, but can I really do it? You know perfectly well my opinion about children, they are very annoying and they behave badly, but Jack? It's another level, he doesn't seem like a bad kid, but because he's been taught to be quiet and not in a good way, what should he do? I don't know how to take care of these kind of children, he needs help. It is a pity that I will not be able to receive your advice, I could use some help. And I don't see myself playing the mother either. This is going to go wrong.

Wish me luck, kisses Your dear daughter.

PS: When I finished writing this, I saw my boyfriend talk to Jack in a way that amazed me, he has made him express what he feels. I completely love his soul. I can't have been so lucky to find someone like him. He is incredible, I hope that one day you will meet him.”

I look at the envelope that contains the address of the furthest street from where we are staying. Well, we were staying. Today we are leaving here. Jake texted me saying that he bought a sleeping bag for Jack. It's not fair that we have to travel apart. Surely he did it with both of his in mind. To take care of the child in case something happens to him. He has played me. “Mom!” I react to that scream and look at Jack “Are you okay?” I remember that in front of people he has to call me 'Mom'. It's a terrible feeling to be called that, I've missed years of motherhood. "Yeah, I'm fine" I reply as I put the letter in the mailbox “. Okay, let's go." I take his hand and we start walking towards the station. "What was that in your hand?" He asks me curiously. "It's money for rent." I lie. "What is a rent?" "It's when you have a house but you pay to live in it because it belongs to someone else." "You mean like the bank?" I look at him raising an eyebrow, surprised “Jonas was always 'Again the fucking bank sending the letter again' ” he expresses in a thin voice, but pretending as if he is angry. "Hey, just because your brother said that doesn't mean you should imitate him" I answer, pointing at him angrily “. No swearing, okay?” “Okay.” I sigh a little nervous. I stop walking and stand up to him, placing my hands on his arms, looking at him with a bit of fear. "It's also better if you don't talk about Jonas" I explain calmly “, people might wonder where he is. Do you understand? he doesn't belong in this family.” "Okay, I'm not talking about Jonas anymore.” “Perfect.” I get up and we resume walking again, adjusting my backpack. "Jake isn't coming with us?" "Don't say his name here" I signal for him to be quiet “. No, we will meet at the station when we arrive.” I really wish you were here with me. Jake gets along better with Jack. He is kinder to the child, while I am more strict. I wouldn't be surprised if he came to hate me for how I treat him.

We're a block from the station and Jack stops, reaching into his pockets. “What's happening?” I ask looking at him strangely. "My doll is not there." he answers nervously "I don't have my doll!" “But we can't look for it” “Hey Kid!” We turned in the direction of the voice. A man approaches us and shows him the fox doll. “It's yours?” “Yes, thanks!” Jack picks him up and hugs him. "Thanks for returning it." I say politely. “It's nothing, I'm glad to return your little friend” looks at Jack and then at me, with a smile “. Your brother won't spend the night crying.” “He's not my brother, he's… “ I swallow nervously “My son.” He looks at me in surprise, raising his eyebrows as if I've said something strange. "Well, it doesn't look like it, you're very young." I think it would fit if he said that to me if I were under twenty-six, I think he said it to be polite. “Youth mistakes, always wear protection” I say awkward, having to talk to a stranger about this. Or maybe it's the fear of continuing to talk to him “. We have to-“ “I'm Andrew Lorenz.” He offers me his hand in greeting. "And I'm 'We're in a hurry'." I reply, taking Jack's hand. "Curious name." he lets out a laugh and I keep watching him. Strange, something about him is familiar. “Mom.” Jack tugs on my sweatshirt, making me stop being distracted. "Yeah, here we go." I look back at Andrew and give him a small smile “. Thanks again.” "A pleasure." He raises his hand, saying goodbye. Jack and I walk again, away from him. My brain has recorded his face. Straight brown hair, blue eyes, charming smile, strangely charming. His posture was very upright and he spoke with too much self-confidence from his tone. “I didn't like that man.” Jack tells me, holding the doll tight. "Yeah, neither do I." I reply seriously. “It seemed that he wanted to be my new dad, but I already have one who loves my mom.” I look at him surprised and a warm wave sinks into my chest. It… it doesn’t sounds so bad, knowing that Jake and I are a couple. Although my words are different from his, they make me smile at his innocence. "That's right, Jack, don't worry, there won't be another man in my life." I smile at him as I imagine a lifetime with Jake. Together. “Good, because I like that Jake is my dad, he can do fun things on the computer.” I remain silent before that sentence. Yes it is true that Jake is amazing with the computer, but I wonder how much he would like Jack to like what he does. They are not things for a child. "Do you think he'll ever teach me how to do those things?" His eyes shine with happiness from wanting to know more. "That's not something I can do, Jack-" "Then I'll learn by watching him and I'll be just as cool as him." Good luck with that, because there's only one Jake capable of doing amazing things.

For two last minute tickets, I have spent more than I thought. I also buy him a sketchbook and paints so he won't bother me during the trip. "Maybe…I should buy something for him to eat too…" <<Look at you, taking care of him as if he were your son. How far am I going to go with this fake?>> I take out my phone and decide to text Jake to let him know. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Angel We are already at the station ✌️ And you? Are you already on the bus?

-----Jake has connected-----

Jake I am trying to improve the laptop setup in the studio. The distance will be longer this time.

Angel I have no idea how that goes, but I trust you 😆

Jake :) Is Jack nervous about the trip?

Angel No On the contrary, quite calm

Jake Glad to know.

Angel Something happened that amused me He got angry with a man who was trying to flirt with me after helping him get his doll back🤭 Because he thought he wanted to be his new dad

Jake Haha. He does not have to worry, he will not have another father ;)

Angel Well one day he will 🙂 We'll take care of that, right?

Jake Of course.

Angel Well, they let us know that the train is ready See you soon?

Jake See you soon. :)

Angel 😊

-----Jake has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I walk over to Jack and hold out my hand to lead us off to the train. I look forward to meeting Jake again. I count the hours until we meet. <<Just be careful on your journey, Jake.>>

*Jake POV*

Maybe I lied a bit. Apart from checking the computer before I go, I wanted to hear if there are any rumors about what happened with Jonas. I enter Leonardo's shop when the police are leaving after questioning him. "Have they heard of Jack?" I ask worried. I lean against the counter and Leonardo shakes his head. "I've been asked about him, yes." he also leans “. I have told them that perhaps the kid has seen the opportunity to flee from his brother, so he will be searching the country.” "And do they know of my existence?" "No, apparently no one has paid attention to you" he answers with a laugh ", you're like a shadow, kid." “I see." No one came to help Jack, they did not see the signs that this child was being mistreated. Perhaps that is what has made me be protective of him and want us to take care of him. And he is really happy with us. "I have to go." I break away from the counter. “Take good care of the child” Leonardo smiles at me “and have a good trip, family.” I am thankful that I am wearing the mask or I would see myself blush. I never thought I would have a family like this.

As I qm going to the bus station, I get a notification that they have been talking about the FBI again. Another interview. I put my headphones on and play it. Again, John Fusch appears in the video. "We have expanded the staff of agents in the search for the hacker" he says in the video with a smile at the man who interviews him “, many of them may be new, but they are the best in their promotion. They are determined, strong and very intelligent.” "And how many men are we talking about?" the interviewer asks, papers in hand. "Well, if we start counting, at first we were very few, sixteen people at the most" he explains, waving his hand “. Over the last few years, we have integrated more people from different fields of expertise, so now we are much more confident and won't have to ask for more money for more overtime” he laughs like he made a joke “. Now there are more than twenty people working.” Sure, to pay for the overtime, not because they needed a great team to be able to catch me. "And you're not worried that this hacker is watching us right now and learning about all this?" "Of course not" he proudly denies “. What's more, I want him to really see this and know that we haven't given up yet” looks at the camera almost defiantly “. You know perfectly well that what you did was not right, if you give yourself up of your own free will, we will be nice to you, Jake.” I clench my jaw, squeezing the phone hard. Nice? That man wants my head to hang in his office. Saying my name on television has clearly been a challenge to me.

The trip will be longer on the highway, I even have to change buses for safety. I am going to take a little longer than them to get to Italy, but I will be there to be with them. I get a message from Comet, concerned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Comet Have you seen the news?

Nymos Yes. As if they had not been serious before.

Comet What will you do?

Nymos Nothing.

Comet What!? 😨 How come you won't do anything!?

Nymos I am not going to play along. He tries to make me afraid of him, but he is not going to get it.

Comet And Angel? I saw the video of the press conference with that guy from the FBI I warned you Jake 😑 You will have problems with her

Nymos She is quite careful. Also, it is easy for her to read people, I do not think she will have any problems :)

Comet Do you think they could find her? You know, because she is a suspicion of being in contact with you

Nymos I have arranged everything for her to run away in case they come for us.

Comet Let me guess… She doesn’t know

Nymos With the child now, we cannot take any chances.

Comet WHAT A CHILD!? JAKE!!?? YOU ARE GOING TO BE PARENTS!?!? AS SOON!?! HOW COULD IT HAPPEN!?!

Nymos Henry, we are not going to be parents. I helped a boy who reminded me of you when you were little. And now we are taking care of him.

Comet Ooh… Then I get it But if he’s with you, he’ll be well taken care of 😄

Nymos Although it is dangerous.

Comet But you've grown fond of him, haven't you? 😆

Nymos Yes. Unfortunately, I have ended up taking a liking to him. Angel told me that he got mad at a man because he thought he wanted to be his new dad when he already had me.

Comet Haha! 😂 I no longer believe that you will be able to get him away from you

Nymos I know. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Then I notice the look of someone on the bus. It is not directly at me, but everywhere, like is looking for something. I could not say if it is because of my worries about feeling observed or if I am right. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Comet From here to marriage there is one step 😜 And you haven’t talked about that? Jake? Hey, what's up?

Nymos Do not call me Jake.

Comet ??

Nymos Sorry. I think there is someone watching the whole bus.

Comet You need my help?

Nymos It would be risking too much.

Comet I can investigate the phones of each passenger if I locate you 😎

Nymos No, it is better if you do not get involved.

Comet Ok 😞

Nymos I disconnect.

Comet Goodbye Nymos ☹️

-----Comet has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my cell phone away and try to stay calm so as not to arouse suspicion. I will have to change buses at the next station just to stay safe.

When I get off at the first bus station, I look at the people who have gotten off: an old woman, a guy my age and a family. Unless she is a veteran, I do not think it was the old lady looking at me. The guy is too focused on his cell phone and the parents try to control the child who does not stop moving. I sit waiting for the next bus. It is a little off the beaten track, but at least I do not feel so watched. “Sorry, I forgot my phone charger, do you have one?” I listen next to me and look out of the corner of my eye. It is the guy who got off the same bus. I keep quiet, not wanting to reveal my voice. "I just need to call my mother" he tells me almost sadly “. She is sick and I want to tell her that I will be late.” I sigh and take the charger from the backpack, lending it to him. "Thank you." he tells me with a smile, walking away. I get up from the seat and follow him carefully so he does not notice me. I hide and try to check if he was telling the truth. “Dad?” I frown upon hearing it. Was not it that he was going to call his mother? “How is mom?” Alright, so it was true "Fine, I've met a girl. I think she might be the one.” I roll my eyes when I hear him. I have worried about nothing. I return to my seat, not wanting to continue listening to a private conversation.

The guy returns later with the charger in his hand and a smile. "That's it, thank you very much" He extends his hand to me and I pick up the object “You saved my life” I nod and put the charger away “Can't you talk?” I put my hands in my sweatshirt and completely ignore him. "Okay, I guess...” He walks away and I receive a message, with a photo of a drawing of three people. The person in the middle is shorter than the other two next to him. I laugh differentiating us by hair. Above the three people, it says 'My family'. I smile reading the message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Angel Have you seen what Jack has drawn? He has insisted that I send you a photo so you can see it Ug… He knows how to reach the heart 😩 Are you doing well on your trip?

Jake Yes, everything goes fine. He is quite an artist.

Angel And he has written My family

Jake And do you like that?

Angel Hmm… He has moved me, I do not deny it

Jake Haha. I give you only one week until you finally like being called ‘mom’. ;)

Angel No! I have a limit! If you want me to call you dad, go ahead. But don’t put me in the game

Jake It does not bother you as much as it used to. Has it had anything to do with him getting angry with that man?

Angel Well, if he like to see us together, how can I not accept at least one thing?

Jake And that is important to you.

Angel Yes 🤭

Jake :)

Angel Great, he wants to go to the bathroom 😑

Jake Well, go with him, "mom".

Angel 😒

-----Angel has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I let out a small laugh, imagining her face. Surely after this, I will not be allowed to sleep in the sleeping bag with her for a while. I look at the photo of the drawing, smiling behind the mask. I realize that he has drawn us holding his hands. We are that to him in the end. A family. I put that thought in the past, thinking that I would never have something like this.

I keep getting things back that I never thought I would have again.

Chapter 10

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #everbyte #everbyte studio

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phoenix-rising-starbird-one · 2 months

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🤭🥹

Almost nothing sexier than waking up to breakfast and a half naked Sugar Sir already immersed in three or so books about aviation. He wasn’t joking about getting his PPL.

And yes I said almost.

We went out last night. Met up with my bestie from elementary and her circle of friends. One of those friends had a bebe like three months ago. (I know you know where this is going.)

1400 may always say he doesn’t want kids but he’s not above helping when it comes to child rearing. Mom and dad needed a break. And 1400 was like “I’ll hold bebe”. And lemme tell ya… I had to keep repeating “I’ve held my kids, I’ve raised them, I don’t want anymore”, cause what is it about tall strong men holding a baby that makes my brain go “uh 😳🥹😍 one more?”

Like, I’m not alone in this. And people did ask us last night if having kids is in our future cause we both seem comfortable and competent (that’s such a German way of stating that). Mind you, not all of my bestie’s friends knew 1400 and me at that point. Our answer was a hard no. The refreshing thing was that there was no questioning why. And no “you’ll change your mind”.

One thing I realized last night though is how much I miss working with children. And I brought that up to 1400 when we got home. And he seemed totally unfazed when he said “I know, Bunny. You talk about your teachings days often.” I never realized I did that. I guess… like I really do love taking care of and teaching children. Either in an ECE daycare or elementary setting. I just love seeing their little eyes when they learn a new thing, or how they ask questions, and their world is still so new and exciting. And like I also remember how exhausting it was to work in that field and also raising my own kids. But ultimately, I loved it and I miss it. And I’m thinking to get my certifications here after all.

So, I told 1400 this last night.

Now remember I said “almost” earlier? So I walk into the kitchen, breakfast is made, 1400 sits by the table, studying. He gets up, kisses my forehead, and pours me a coffee while I take a seat and plate my breakfast, only to discover that the stack of papers next to my plate aren’t for 1400s PPL course, but info he’s printed out about things I would need to become a certified ECE teacher in Germany, with a note attached that read “whenever you’re ready ❤️”

So… nothing sexier than a man who listens and supports you without pushing you to mental exhaustion cause he understands why I’m very hesitant to work in a field where I’m seen by people every day.

(Anyways. We’re now on our way to FraPort Museum and immersive experience. 1400s eyes lit up like a kid in the candy store when I told him we gonna go look at planes today. Lmao.)

(Ps- 1400: Bunny. This is so cool. Bunny. Look at that. Bunny! Why are we going that way? Wait? We gonna see the cargo planes??? (He’s like a little kid, bouncing on his heels. I swear, when it comes to some men, the whole excited about toys thing doesn’t go away. The toys just get bigger. But like, he travles so much. Not like he never sees planes. It’s just from the other side. But ngl. It is impressive to see the cargo planes, especially the turbines. Like you can fit a house in there!

It’s also nice to know that I can also surprise him, you know. I always worry a little cause let’s be honest, he’s financially way ahead of me, and money was always dangled in front of me like “hur hur I’m the breadwinner (my ex)”, and I also don’t wanna be a financial burden or become dependent again and ugh, I don’t want 1400 to think that’s what I’m all about, know what I mean. And he always says that I don’t have to but… it’s a learning curve, you know. I don’t need grand gestures. And I know 1400 doesn’t need them either. It’s just nice to pull the “I have a surprise” card on him and take him out.))

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erin-bo-berin · 1 year

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Couple of things in response to your anon queries over the last few days:

- Joe’s playing a prominent recurring character in Fargo. He’s Gator Tillman, the son of the main character, corrupt sheriff Roy Tillman (John Hamm). You’ll be getting more than one episode, don’t worry about that! Also - and I’m sorry if you already know this, but just to clarify- it’s not set in 2019, not the old west. I think people got the cowboy idea because Noah Hawley wrote an (excellent) article for The Atlantic called “It’s High Noon in America,” which was both a political commentary, and a reflection on how entertainment contributes to issues like distrust of authority by creating heroes who go against the system etc. In it, he shared a sample of S5 dialogue between Roy and Gator, which mentioned “high noon”:

Gator: “I swear to God, him versus me, man to man, and I'd wipe the floor with him.”

Roy: “What, like high noon? That only happens in the movies, son. In real life they slit your throat waiting for the light to change.”

I mean, Joe might still be playing a cowboy-ish type character if he works on a ranch I suppose? But as far as I know, there’s nothing to suggest that’s the case.

- Joe is well positioned to have a great career after ST ends. I’m a bit puzzled as to why anyone’s concerned for him to be honest! Free Guy was very well received and many reviews specifically mentioned Joe’s charm and his lovely chemistry with Jodie. One critic even said - and I quote - “Joe Keery proves he’s going to be just fine when Stranger Things ends.” Add to that, although Spree was controversial, it was still received more positive reviews than less glowing ones (thanks, tomatometer), and even negative reviews of the film praised Joe’s performance.

So that’s recent history. Looking at his current work, he has two films in the can, is currently filming Fargo, then starts Cold Storage, and then in 2024 goes back to filming ST. The guy is as busy as an actor could hope for. Going forward, even if none of the films make an impact (and that’s a big ‘if’, because I suspect Cold Storage at least is going to do very well), Fargo will raise his profile even higher than it already is.

Oh, and then there’s his music. We all know he’s genuinely talented in that regard, and so do the critics. But he’s deliberately flown under the radar with it, and so many people are missing out. Djo doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page for crying out loud. Maya Hawke, who has less than a third of the Spotify listeners Djo has, has a wiki page for each album! No hate for Maya - her stuff’s not my thing but it’s cool. I just think Joe’s music manager (who’s different to his acting one) is sleeping on that front.

Sorry for the Joe Keery essay. I’m just a huge supporter because he’s so talented, and is also genuinely lovely. People who’ve worked with him want to do it again, in large part because of his personality. We know the combination of those traits is what changed the trajectory of his character in ST, which was a remarkable thing in of itself. David Harbour, Brett Gelman, and Kevin Pollack have all pointed out how unusual it was, and praised both Joe and the Duffer Bros for it. It’s kind of refreshing to see someone in Hollywood getting rewarded for being a decent person, in addition to having acting abilities.

Joe deserves every success. Long may it continue!

Oh wow thanks for all the info! I’ve never seen Fargo but man I will happily watch it to see him in it.

I’m so excited for him in Cold Storage. I ended up reading the book after someone on here told me it was actually a book first and Joe is just gonna nail the character. Teacake is such a loveable dork lol

I agree though! He’s been doing so good even without ST fame. He’s gotten some big projects coming up and a handful at that. Also his music to keep him busy too and it really is such a shame that his music is so underrated because his music really is so good 🥺

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congrats on this huge milestone, you definitely deserve it, love!! can’t wait to see more of your beautiful writing in the future <3

pronouns: she/her

personality traits: shy and quiet around strangers, annoyingly loud with friends. people often come to me for advice. instead of showing my feelings i joke a lot, but in reality i’m a sensitive baby and WILL cry over anything don’t try me. i struggle expressing physical and verbal affection despite wanting to, so i’m more of an acts of service and writing letters type of person. very melodramatic ngl 🫣

hobbies: spending time with my friends, family, and pets. music, music, music!! discovering new music, making playlists, i play the piano (would love to learn to play the guitar too!!), like to sing, and enjoy dancing. i’m also a writer and have recently been trying to become a polyglot goddess lmao.

favorite movies/songs/food/places: spider-man: into the spiderverse (i’m obsessed with spider-man and just marvel in general) & la la land (been a musical girlie since day 1 and i blame glee for it!!); evermore by taylor swift bc being a swiftie is about 40% of my personality; fave foods are sushi and tortilla soup; and my favorite place ever is new york.

i have a dog (my baby, would die for him <3) and used to have a cat whom i miss a whole lot bc he unfortunately passed away, so i’m hoping to adopt another cat (and like 20 more bc who’s gonna stop me) in the future

dreams and aspirations: i’ve wanted to be a musician since i was a little girl but that’s kinda just a dream. next big, slightly more achievable dream: i’m studying advertising and would love to eventually work as a creative director!! it’d be even more bombastic if i was a creative director in the music industry, ngl. i also just hope to stay surrounded by the people i love and care about :)

zodiac sign & MBTI: virgo and infp

aesthetic: clean girl, vintage core.

would love for the group to be skz pls!!

Hello, love! Thank you so much for your sweet words, it means the world to me 💗

I'm so sorry this took me so long, I didn't intend to keep you waiting :( also, you have such cool dreams and I'm really rooting for you to achieve them (don't give up on the music!!!!) and keeping my fingers crossed for you 💗

Now to your ship...

I was thinking about this one and I decided I'd ship you with Hyunjin.

My reasoning behind it:

- your Virgo and his Pisces are extremely compatible and you both are INFP, which makes you a great match

- I think your personalities would go along very well :)

- he too is a very sensitive person and so I think he'd have a lot of understanding for you and would actually adore you for it

- we all know he's a hopeless romantic and you confessing your love for him through a letter????? My boy would be so whipped!!! You'd break him, I swear

- also would love your animals and would not mind your cat army at all lmao he spoils Kkami rotten so he'd be very supportive of your love for your pets <3

- I think he loves MCU too so you could bond through that really well :) also that fan edit of Hyunjin as Spider-Man???? That stuff lives in my head rent free lol

- imagine him dressing up as Spider-Man for Halloween just because he knows you love it!?! agahsfsjghjag yeaaaaah

You've been marching from one side of your room to the other for what feels like an eternity, nervously nipping on your lower lips as you ask yourself again and again if what you did was a good idea.

Of course, it wasn't!

You don't know what got into you.

You and Hyunjin have known each other for some time now because of a mutual friend. You two clicked together really well ever since the beginning and eventually, you started hanging out on your own. Whether it was ordering takeout and watching movies, grabbing a coffee together or just you stopping by his dance studio to watch him practice, you two enjoyed each other's company a lot. He always told you your presence brings him inspiration for both his art and his music and you loved to be part of his creative process. Only after some time, you realized that the way you feel about Hyunjin is far away from just friendly fondness and at first you were quite shocked and didn't know what to do about this revelation of yours. When the feelings weren't disappearing as you wished for them to do, you came to the conclusion that you should probably confess to him. Or your best friend did and she kind of talked you into doing so.

And so you wrote him a letter because you knew you wouldn't be able to do that face-to-face and doing it via text just felt weird.

But now when you think about it, maybe writing him a letter was much weirder.

Will he think you're weird now? Will he even talk to you after this? Did you completely ruin your friendship with this?

You let out a groan, hiding your face in the palms of your hands as you finally stop pacing, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

Your attempt at regaining your sanity is interrupted by the loud, urgent ringing of your doorbell, making you stiffen.

You stay like that for a second, the intrusive sound dying down, giving you a moment of silence only to reappear with even more intensity, making you let out a defeated huff.

It's probably just your roommate forgetting her keys again. And you're really not in the mood for this.

You make your way to your door, pushing one of the buttons to unlock the door of your apartment building before you head to your shared kitchen to grab a glass of water, knowing that it'll take your roommate a while to make it all the way to your floor so you can open the door for you.

However, the knocking on the door comes much sooner than you anticipated, making you put down your unfinished glass before you head back to the hallway, grabbing the handle of the door without a second thought as you throw the door open.

"How many times have you forgotten-" you cut yourself off as your eyes lay on someone else.

Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin, breathing heavily and leaning against your doorframe with your silly love letter in his hand.

You're just about to close the door shut, your brain short-circuiting at his sudden appearance, your chest tightening with dread.

"No, wait!" He exclaims, sticking his feet on your doorstep, stopping your attempt.

You don't know what to do and so you slowly open the door again before letting go of it, your gaze meeting his shyly, your heart thrumming in your chest.

"I- I- I need to talk to you," he states, still quite breathless. He had to run up the stairs, there's no way he'd get here so fast otherwise.

"I- I'm not sure I'm ready for this, Jin," you murmur.

"You... you wrote this, right?" He asks, handing you the letter, making your heart clench in your chest.

Is he here to give it back to you?

You don't dare to touch it, only nodding silently to give him some sort of response.

"Did you mean it?" He asks and you nod again, this time meeting his gaze, your eyes glistening with tears as you expect him to reject you now.

Instead, he lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as a scoff escapes his pretty lips.

You stare at him, paralyzed.

"That's- That's amazing," he whispers.

"What?"

"I feel the same, Y/N. I do for a while now and this," he states, waving your letter in the air before he proceeds: "this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me."

"You feel the same?" You have the need to assure, thinking you might've misheard him.

"I do, silly," he chuckles, making your heart jump in your chest. You let out a nervous laugh, running your hand over your face, still not believing this.

"I- I don't know what to say," you admit, making Hyunjin laugh.

"There's nothing else to say," he says softly, his hand cupping your cheek with gentleness unknown to you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"I have a question though," he murmurs, centimeters parting you now, his hot breath dancing over your face, making your heart pick up a pace.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz hwang hyunjin

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 1 year

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More detailed thoughts on Watching and Dreaming

Despite the fact I've talked about how I've been numb. But considering the type of person I am along with other reasons. Including since I'll be seeing the Super Mario Bros movie tomorrow. It's likely best I write this to help well, ease out the sadness. Warning, the way I talk about some of this will be crude. I apologize if I sound rude in anyway. But again, I loved this finale. I'm more sad that the show is officially over. And I'm not one of those people that sticks with the "Don't be sad it's over, smile because it happened" or something. But alias, I'm just being weird.

I especially want to write this down because a marathon of the first 9 and 12th episode are playing on Disney XD as a marathon.

Spoilers ahead.

The animation on certain parts, they were amazing. Such as the final battle. Like, truly epic considering that this is the finale. All the lead up to so many things.

The little call backs to the first episode. Particularly the whole "NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!" like...people hoped that would happen. And I'm glad it did.

I actually appreciated that despite they couldn't stop him. The fact Raine was trying so hard to keep Belos away from the Titan's heart. Even with Belos commenting Raine is annoyingly, like...that speaks volumes.

In all seriousness, I genuinely liked that moment where the Collector TRIES to help Belos with the whole, "Kindness and forgiveness" but not because people were joking about Steven Universe. In fact, I get really annoyed by a bunch of dissing towards Steven Universe. Even if I'm not huge on the show these days. I loved that part but more so because...this kid was actually trying to help. But he legit didn't understand things were more complicated than that. Like, he thought he could try to make things better that way. It's sweet yet sad because oh my God. And then it leads into well...

Luz's death...listen...I forgot if this was a part that got me or so. But I understood that Luz would come back anyway...but oh my God. That's still a shocker because she technically died trying to protect the Collector. Who well, didn't understand certain shit and was basically you know, terrorizing the Boiling Isles in a sense. And seeing the reactions on the faces of Eda and King...oh my lord. Like, even after that. DAMN!

Also, I forgot to say, Belos going full blown fucking kaiju. That was a sight to see, like...I loved it.

Eda and King going fucking berserk and literally fighting Belos like, amazing. I swear, a weird comparison I want to make just seeing that I think back to Rampage (2018) with George vs Lizzie. But a better comparison would be if the original King Kong (18-24 ft) fought the original Godzilla (50 meters) but again, that's so weird. It was cool to see anyway.

Luz's...titan form I guess you can say. Being a mixture of Eda's owl/harpy form and the titan...that was beautiful. That was perfect as well.

I had to look this up because people have mentioned it, but I needed to be sure. .....Arin Hanson voiced King's dad..."Papatitan"...and he voiced the Snaggleback...I can't believe I didn't know the Snaggleback one. But THE LITERAL TITAN. But yeah...and I'm talking about this Arin Hanson. Game Grumps Moments: Arin Freaks Out About Sonic Glitch - YouTube That's...literally perfect. Oh man, I liked him.

You know, despite it's actually very fitting that Belos/Phillip dies in such a...humiliating way. And I get what they were trying to do. I'm surprised he didn't just decided to say actually more worse shit because he knew he was done for. Or say something horrible to Luz like, "Your father deserved to die" but he never knew about Luz's life/family. I get he was still trying to manipulate her, and he failed. I'm just going to miss this literal asshole of a monster. Because he's honestly one of my personal favorite villains. What a great villain. Yet were there people that actually expected him to be forgiven? Holy shit, that would've never happened or just... I think I'm so used to seeing villains die horribly.

I was surprised like...I heard there would be a "Time skip" but to see it actually happen...they actually did that. But in all seriousness. I'm just so glad to see all the characters grow up, living happily, and healing. Even the characters we don't see much of. That was genuinely beautiful. And how far many of the characters have come since the start of the show. Even with little instances like Vee, and major ones like...it was so lovely seeing that...if I'm guessing right or so...guessing the post credits scene takes place in the mid 2020's.

I question this, where are people getting the idea that, "Switching your earrings with your loved one is the Boiling Isles way of marrying someone" unless Dana says so. But that is legitimately cute. Yet...I want to hear a confirmation.

Considering all the complaints I saw by people who seemed to hate the show more than loving it. But I understand the criticisms. Gus finally got a new haircut, and what I've seen, people have ceased their "Bitching", but his new haircut really does look great. And again, I get the criticisms because other characters had different hairstyles.

The fact Luz is able to go back and forth into the demon realm, and just again, all the characters in better positions than they originally were before and just...it's beautiful.

The final "Byeeeee" that was great...that...is likely the last time we will see these characters in a long time.

There's a lot of good stuff concerning this finale. I really liked it. I haven't watched it fully again. And I had to look back at what the Collector actually said concerning the "Kindness and forgiveness" part...it's going to be kind of hard to...it ended on a good note. That's what matters. I'm going to miss this show.

I forgot to mention I'm sad we didn't get one final flashback or something confirming Evelyn, the witch Belos mentioned was possibly related to the Clawthornes. But I feel like that can still be kind of confirmed. But that's a whole other topic.

And concerning writing wise, the way the show ended. It still fits within whatever plans I have for whatever I want to write. Especially with this one ship I love, I'm just going to go full in with Johanna X Eda X Raine. Because while I'm a Joheda fan, I love Raine and Raeda too. I feel bad not putting Raine in there, and because I remembered the Calamity Trio today...I should try to do this.

But yeah...great finale. Still sad it's over...yet the sadness will be over soon. I'm glad as a longtime fan of this show to witness its conclusion. I've been a fan since the first episode, yet there were fans when there were only some images of the show. But again, what a journey it's been.

Anyway, “A Lying Witch and a Warden” is on. Turns out and thought I heard it right, they’re gotta air every episode. Not just for today. That’s sweet.

#GeekGem Rambles #the owl house #toh spoilers

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paloma-ascends-into-hellfire · 3 months

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might as well do this with heartstopper too. my live thoughts i texted my friend, spoilers beware. also, i’ve cut out their replies. they also follow me so if you’re seeing this, hi :)

Im reading on webtoons and I love Alice oseman’s captions lol

“stares angstily out window”

“I don’t think he’s straight” OH REALLY

NO WE HAD NO IDEA

“The bisexual struggle” real

Poor man

Wait Aled is in this??? Do they have the same name or is Charlie’s friend same guy from radio silence???

Miss Singh is a legend I love her

Oh shit not ben again boo

THE MLM WLW SOLIDARITY

Fun fact: when I see mlm I think multi level marketing lmao

IM SO SORRY I MUST BE BLOWING UP UR PHONE RN

**continues doing it**

Taras gf is an icon I don’t care if she had one line I love her

We stan Charlie sticking up for himself

They kissed already??? We’re literally 31 pages in chill my dudes

31 chapters*

Still percabeth is the ultimate slow burn and I stand by this

I guess it wouldn’t be called heartstopper and be a romance/coming of age if it was a slow burn tho haha

THE GAY NASA LOCKSCREEN IS GOALS FRFR

damn Charlie is one of the biggest people pleasers I’ve seen in a book

Hes so me

A PROPER FULL ON GAY CRISIS LMAOOO I LOVE HIM

Alice oseman is so British I love her

I read so much British stuff that I’m pretty sure my internal monologue is slowly become a ya British thriller

agggtm core

(they replied that they read swear words in nick nelson's voice and i thought that was hilarious)

THE SISTER CASUALLY SPYING ON THEM

Her ship has sailed

She is also so me

“Was that not obvious?” “I’m an idiot” yes u are he just made out with you and cried into your shoulder and had a full on gay panic because of you YES HE LIKES YOU OMG

I mean after what happened with ben I suppose it’s very very justified

They’re so clueless I love them

OH LOOK GUESS IM GAY NOW

THE BABY BROTHER OMG

This honestly has no reason to be this cavity inducing cute

“Why are you so great” he’s literally doing the bare minimum by not outing you you don’t have to thank him bestie

Get these boys some therapy

Why is tori always just appearing out of nowhere to ship them lol

Tao and Aled are delusional if they STILL think nick is straight

Fuck sai

He can die in a hole, disrespectfully

But also… redemption arc?

Manifesting sai and harry’s redemption arc

GAYYYYYY

Not harry- these last few pages

Awww tao and elle <3

Elle is so cute! she is hair goals

… I guess all illustrated characters are hair goals.

WHY IS TAO SO MAD IM SCARED

WAIT DOES HE LIKE NICK IS THIS A LOVE TRIANGLE NOOO

Oh wait

I overreacted :)

Nvm I love him again

AWWW STOP THIS IS SO SAD AND ALSO CUTE

This group is friendship goals tbh

Oh wait I guess it’s kind of my group a little bit? Wait who am I?

I will not take a which heartstopper character am I quiz I will not take a which heartstopper character am I quiz I will not take a which heartstopper character am I quiz

I took the quiz. two actually. i got darcy on the first and elle on the second. I literally know nothing about either one so let’s see if they are accurate!

The waiter lol

Also I love how everyone is just silently shipping them it is percabeth all over again but like fast moving

TINY TAO 😭

Not them kissing behind a menu

“Not because im dirty not because im clean! Not because I kissed a boy behind a magazine!” - Charlie and nick, probably

Craftybookworm25 feel so spoiled by the author. Author, you’re paying my dentist bills for all of the cavities you are giving me.

I love the comments section

Is Alice oseman actually writing down math for their homework? THE EFFORT I COULD NEVER

Oh darcy is taras gf that I liked earlier

Shes a trumpet player??? No sweetie don’t go to the dark side

my band teacher has a story about how he gets awful ear pains if he’s exposed to noises about a certain decibel because of a trumpet player blasting into his ear

“WHAT! WE’VE FOUND ANOTHER ONE!” Darcy recruits people for the gay agenda confirmed

“…why are straight people like this” I don’t know tara I ask myself that every day

Not Darcy being tara’s gay awakening

Omg tara is that one clarinet player who dates a trumpet player

[REDACTED] and [REDACTED] core

Adding actual spanish conjugation? Alice oseman doing god’s work here

“Why do think they call it a cram session, Pete, god!” -literally all their friends rn

Ok I have theories rn

I shall wait and see if im right (i was not)

“You kind of are a gay nerd” me fr

Oh ok sai is being less of an asshole

We love character growth… even if it happens off page

“Do you like musicals?” HES THE GUY WHO DIDNT LIKE MUSICALS DIDNT LIKE DIDNT LIKE DIDNT LIKE A LIKE EM

Harry being a dick as per usual, nothing new there

NICKS MOM IS ONTO HIM

Bro how do people just fall asleep I don’t understand

making out in a photo booth

So cringey and yet very adorable

IN A ROMANTIC WAY NOT JUST A FRIEND WAY

Love that he had to clarify

Like yes, you’ve been making out and being obnoxiously cute for months, but hey, he’s just a friend, lol, no homo

Who tf would make THAT mistake?

🎶everyone is dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb 🎶

HE CAME OUT TO HIS MOOOOM

“I wasn’t born in 1920” lmao

Oh my god my wall of text has become the Great Wall of china im so sorry

HOW LONG IS THIS

WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO

“hanky panky”

aw we love ally jocks

THEYRE SHIPPING THEM TOO?

Best platonic bros~

Actually what im calling my friends from now on

Oh shit the coach caught them

They’re not even trying to be subtle at this point

Oh she is an icon

I WORSHIP YOU COACH SINGH

If she was my teacher I might actually enjoy pe

SHE HAS A WIFE

This is so wholesome omg

Oh shit the brother

WHAT HAPPENED

Tara casually lounging on Darcy’s lap

She gives passenger princess vibes

why are you whispering and can I be involved — she’s so me

“Boys and girls may not share rooms!” sly gay smirking. laughing, even.

oh and nick’s brother is a piece of shit and i hate him

SKJHJADSHUDF ALED TOLD HIM ABOUT DANIEL

“Why can’t I see any fish?”

Tao is a night person i love him

Aw he’s so clueless

They all are

Harry redemption arc-

NOO TAO MY CHILD I LOVE YOU DONT FEEL BAD

I repeat: GET THESE BOYS THERAPY

Wait no

Charlie

I’m gonna cry :(

“god i really want to just push you against a wall right now”

“twilight levels of pining” i’m not sure if anything could ever reach that extent

Not the arrows saying “did not think of that” at the “borrowing makeup from the girls” suggestion, I cackled

The teachers have a better love life than me

Where the hell are people finding these communication skills?

HARRY REDEMPTION ARC YESSS

“Why are we like this” count: 3

Or is it 4?

I don’t know

THE TEACHERS AKJKALDFSHL

NICK GOOGLING EATING DISORDERS

I LOVE HIM

Sahar is so cute I love her

Alice oseman is so pretty omg

She can 100% be my wifey

Oh Jesus I’ve read a thousand pages of this

JUST TODAY

I believe that if I pull an all-nighter I can finish this

"Why are we like this?" count: 5

at this point i stopped because i’m pretty sure they were asleep but i finished! it took six hours but that’s not bad for 1578 pages :)

i’m obsessed. literally take my money (i have approximately five cents in my bank account)

#alice oseman #osemanverse #heartstopper

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dating jj maybank

jj maybank x gender neutral. reader

word count: 1.8k

cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj

okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best

• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable.

“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”

“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”

• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.

• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)

• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.

• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care.

• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.

• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you)

• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.

• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.

• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:

“okay, babe, here me out—”

“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”

“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”

• even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style:

• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—

• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —

• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.

• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.

• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.

• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—

“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”

“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”

“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”

• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.

• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)

• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.

• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.

• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.

• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe.

• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.

“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”

“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”

“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”

• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.

• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.

• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.

• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.

• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.

• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.

• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.

• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can.

• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.

• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.

• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—

• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.

• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.

• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.

• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.

• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.

• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely.

• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.

• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.

• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.

• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are.

• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3

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