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luveline · 12 days

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would you do a james fainting fic 🙏🙏

—James doesn’t like you, but he’ll come to your rescue. fem, 1.5k The office is hot.

James dabs at his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Remus rubbing his eye.

“You okay?” he asks.

You look up from the paper on your desk. When you realise he isn’t asking you, you look away, your lips pressing into a tight line. James tries not to show he’s noticed.

“Fine,” Remus mutters. “Fucked off ‘cos of the portal changing again. I hate these long passwords.”

“Are you hot or is it just me?”

You clear your throat. Usually, unless it’s Remus who’s spoken first or James has said something you find ridiculous, you won’t interrupt. “I’m really warm,” you say, “do you think I can open the window?”

“Like you can reach it, shorts. I’ll do it.” James jumps up from his seat. Whether you’re short or not has nothing to do with it. James is taller, and he holds it against you diligently.

He rounds your desks. The sun is worse on his skin than the heat alone. He can’t imagine how awful you must feel to have it on the side of your neck all day; in the half minute he stands there opening the window, the heat makes him queasy.

He tugs the blinds down enough to shield you. It’ll help the entire office, he thinks. Not just you. If you thought he was doing something nice you’d only interrogate his motives until you both turned irate, and that’s the last thing anyone needs today.

James isn’t sure how you and he ended up not liking one another. He’s never met anybody he didn’t like that wasn’t a massive wanker, and you are but you’re not, not really. When you first started he’d actually thought you were cute, and funny, if a little quiet. It didn’t matter because James is used to quiet people. But one thing turned to another, he’d used your mug without washing it, you’d left him off of the department emails for the quarter, then the snipping started. Constant nitpicking and bickering. You make it too easy, and so what if he likes how you look when you’re mad? It doesn’t hurt anybody to put your mug in the stockroom and your lunch on a different shelf. If anything, he’s keeping you vigilant.

You don’t look vigilant. You don’t say anything as James sits back down, even though he hits his knee for the hundredth time on his desk. You usually love it. Sometimes when you’re tired he does it on purpose to give you a reason to keep going till 4:30.

“Are you okay?” James asks finally, eyeing your face. “You look funnier than usual.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He should stop being mean. You look like you’re gonna pass out.

Remus peeks over his computer screen. “You don’t look well,” he says.

“I’m fine.” You roll your seat back.

James pushes back at the same time. “Wait a second–”

You’re standing before James can stop you, but he stands up anyways, and he takes your elbow into his hand though he shouldn’t. You give him the most peculiar look, almost like you’re enjoying his touch, just for those two seconds, before your chin dips down and your eyes squeeze closed, and all of you goes slack.

James grabs you at the precipice of a bad fall.

You’re still as a doll in his hands. He leans back with a quick sigh, his arm curling over the small of your back and upward. Your legs aren’t holding your weight, and you begin to slip.

James could keep you up, he doesn’t go to the gym for nothing, but Remus rushes to his aid and pushes your chair back, helping him set you down on the floor. “What do we do?” Remus asks urgently.

James puts his hand behind your head. You’re slack. When he touches your face, your skin is as hot as the heart of a furnace.

“Can you get some water?” he asks Remus.

James is peculiarly calm. He knows you’re just hot, it’s not uncommon for people to faint in high temperatures, and he’s honestly confident in his ability to look after you. It’s very sad to see you unwell, of course, and his heart is beating fast as he takes in your slack mouth.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, cupping your cheek gently. He gives your face a little shake, reluctant to be rough with you while you’re vulnerable, even if some force would help. “Hey, can you hear me? You’re okay, can you open your eyes?”

Nothing. He leans down a touch to listen for your breath, and it’s fine, if a tad fast.

Remus comes back with a cup of water and Sirius, which is predictable but not super helpful. “Jesus,” Sirius says. “I’ll call an ambulance.”

“She��ll die of embarrassment,” Remus says.

“She’s coming around,” James says, patting your cheek, thrilled when your eyelashes twitch. “I think we should go into the break room, is it empty? We can sit her on the sofa.”

“You don’t think we should do something a bit more drastic?” Sirius asks.

James feels rather defensive of you. Remus is right, you would die of embarrassment if they called an ambulance, and he’s sure you’re fine. You have to be fine. “She just fainted, it’s so hot in here. Go open a window in the break room and we’ll wait for her to come around.”

Sirius glares playfully at being told what to do, but he goes, and Remus kneels down beside James with a cup of water. Someone from the front of the office asks if you’re alright, but James misses what they’re saying as you let out a whine.

All of a sudden, his attention is fully yours.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

Your eyes open slowly, lashes heavy like they’re thick with honey. You take in a deep, deep breath through your nose, and you blink, and you turn into his hand where it’s holding your cheek with all the familiarity of a lover. “James,” you mumble.

His stomach aches. He ignores it. “You okay? Can you look at me properly? I need to make sure you’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” you say, face pressed to his hand.

“Just look at me. Just for a second.”

You pull yourself with clear annoyance from his hand and open your eyes properly. He can pinpoint the moment you realise who he is, how you're touching, and he can’t explain the pang he gets when you rush up and away from his touch. “Oh, fuck,” you mumble, dropping your head, your fingers to your forehead and your thumb covering your eyes.

“Hey, don’t move around so much.” He continues to be soft. You might have realised who it is that’s trying to look after you, and you might not want him to, but he’ll be damned if he lets your bickering stop him from making sure you’re as okay as he’d claimed to everyone else. “Are you okay?”

“Did I…”

“You fainted. Don’t worry, I caught you. Take it easy, okay? Have this.”

He presses the cup of water into your hand.

Somewhere behind him, Remus has moved away, and is seemingly fending off the masses of people coming to offer assistance.

You see them looking at you behind him and cover your face.

James shuffles forward quickly. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna let anyone see you. I’m saving this embarrassment all for myself. Please drink your water.”

“Did everybody see me fall?”

“They saw us engaged in a loving cwtch. It was very romantic.”

You sip your water. In truth, you don’t look much better for passing out, and James can’t get the feeling of your face out of his hand. He wants to touch you again, his fingers hesitating an inch from your knee.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says. “You don’t control the weather. Do you?”

“Of course I don’t.”

“Then why are you sorry? It was alright. You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? We just want to make sure you’re okay. Sirius wanted to call an ambulance,” —you visibly baulk— “and I told him no, don’t worry. Then all the attention would be on you, and not me for my valiant rescue.”

“Was I heavy?” you ask, your mumbling nearly friendly.

“I can bench press two twenty.”

“That… doesn’t mean anything to me.”

“You’re nothing I couldn’t handle, shortcake. Do you think you can stand up? I’ll take you into the break room. You can lay down on the sofa.”

You make a soft sound James won’t soon forget and put your hand out for his help. He doesn’t have to force you. You don’t have to ask. He helps you stand and keeps an arm behind your back, shielding you from the worried and curious gazes of your coworkers.

You press your cheek to his chest.

Remus looks at you both like you’ve been body-snatched, but it’s too late to wuss out now.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter imagine #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #the marauders #marauders era #marauders

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asbealthgn · 1 year

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okay I keep seeing posts about steve dying in season 5 and I simply do not claim that energy BUT it got me thinking about what would happen if he did? and uuuh this lil baby ficlet about steve and eddie in the afterlife happened

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Steve opens his eyes and there’s no monsters, no Upside Down, no Robin or Nancy or Dustin. There’s just the soft sound of water lapping against wooden boards, filtered afternoon light, and the dusty interior of Reefer Rick’s boathouse.

The hell?

“Good to see you again, Harrington.”

Steve sits up so fast that he would normally see stars at the edges of his vision. Guess being dead means that doesn’t happen anymore. Eddie Munson is leaning back against the wall, smoking a cigarette and grinning at him.

“What are—why—” Steve takes a breath and tries to gather his thoughts, because there are too many questions swirling around his head that he wants to ask. “Why am I here?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Here, like, in the afterlife?” he asks, “I hate to break it to you, man, but you kinda died.”

“Yeah, no, I got that,” Steve says, “I mean, why here? In the boathouse?” If the afterlife is just this shitty little wooden structure he’s gonna be so mad.

But Eddie just shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine, dude,” he says, “When I kicked it, I woke up in my chair at Hellfire. I think it’s supposed to be some place that was significant to you before you died.”

Significant. What’s significant about this place over any other place in Steve’s life? Unless… No. That’s ridiculous.

“Was anyone there?” Steve asked.

Eddie gets a sort of sad look on his face. “My mom,” he says, “She died when I was little.” But then his face brightens again. “She’s here! Not, like, here, in this moment, but around. I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.”

“That’s really nice,” Steve says. He wonders how it happened that Eddie is his welcome wagon to the Great Beyond. Probably because the only people Steve’s really lost have been distant family he never knew that well. Eddie was the first person whose death cut him right to the core.

Eddie pushes off the wall and crosses over to Steve, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him. “It’s so weird to talk about her,” Eddie says, “Because I’m so used to being sad about her being dead. But now so am I, and I’m getting to see her.”

“Where did your mom wake up, when she died?” Steve asks, wondering if maybe that’s too nosy of a question.

“She said it was the little café down the road from our old apartment,” Eddie says. “She always loved it ‘cause it got so much sun.”

The image makes Steve smile. He imagines Eddie sitting on a woman’s lap in a big, sunny window, watching people pass by outside. “So is that what the afterlife is?” he asks, “Just a whole bunch of places from our lives?”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it all out,” he says, “I haven’t been dead that long, and anyway, time is funny here. I’ve explored a little, but there’s a lot to see. Mainly I’m trying to find some door that’ll let me go back to earth, because there are some people I would love to haunt the shit out of.”

Steve laughs. He could get behind that. Eddie reaches out and pokes him in the knee.

“So what makes the boathouse significant to you?” he asks, “I’ll be honest, I figured it would be, like, your house or something. I didn’t think you even knew Reefer Rick.”

“No, I didn’t,” Steve says, “The only time I’ve ever been here were those couple times with you.”

“So why…?” Eddie raises his eyebrows, waiting for some sort of explanation that would make Steve waking up in the afterlife in a place he’d spent a grand total of maybe two hours in make sense.

The only answer Steve can come up with is pretty embarrassing. He lets his eyes drift to the wall, the spot where Eddie had him pinned with that broken bottle. With everything else going on, he’d barely even had time to acknowledge that all of that had made him feel some very confusing things, because they had to rush off and help Max and kill Vecna and then try to kill him again when the first time didn’t stick. Steve hadn’t taken the time to muddle through why he felt so much every time Eddie grinned at him or touched him or called him big boy. Then Eddie had died, and it didn’t matter anyway, because nothing could ever become of it.

Except now Steve’s dead too. And Eddie’s here.

“Uh,” Steve says, stalling for time. Eddie follows his gaze over to the wall and then looks back at Steve.

“What’re you lookin’ at, big boy?” he asks.

And fuck, who knew blushing was possible in the afterlife? Steve meets Eddie’s eyes that are so dark in the shadows of the boathouse but that he’s seen glow gold in the sunlight. Something crosses over Eddie’s face and it’s like he knows what Steve’s thinking. He opens his mouth and starts to speak. “Steve—”

“D’you wanna go out sometime?” Steve blurts. He’s already dead; might as well take some risks, right?

Eddie laughs and Steve doesn’t know if it’s a good laugh or a bad laugh. But then he reaches out and takes Steve’s hand. “Yeah, I do,” he says, “I’ll be honest, I haven’t really come across any good date spots in the afterlife yet, but I’m sure they’re out there.”

Steve stands, pulling Eddie up with him. He looks at Eddie’s face, his eyes that are sparkling even in the shadows, his smile that has been so inviting from the very first second Steve saw it. “Bet we can find something,” he murmurs.

Grinning, Eddie pulls him over to the door and grabs the handle. “C’mon then, big boy,” he says, “Let’s explore.”

#probably not gonna write any more of this but i do like the idea of them figuring out how to haunt dustin #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet

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luffyvace · 5 months

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Nami x male reader

FROM MY LIST

SO YUP FINALLY DOING IT

there needs to be more fluffy content for her x male reader. RIGHT NOW. :) enjoy ♥︎

OKK SO

why i gotta start like that every time🧍‍♀️

NAMI WORKS U TO THE BONE

less then other men tho

she cares about u obviously

but ur still her man!!

so you steal still gotta do stuff for her<3

even more so really

bc like

YOUR HER MAN

of course you have to carry her bags, watch her fashion shows, bring her drinks, take her out expensive places, help her pick the outfit of the day, wrestle the boys not to bother her, carry her, protect her from too strong of foes and be forced to wear girly stuff for her own amusement?? wym?? your her boyfriend!

yup and i mean it, you gotta do all that

if you can’t carry all her bags and buy all her stuff how else will it get done??

and you better have money too

i assume you do since she wouldn’t GET with a broke man…

i mean unless you really charmed her

its too high of a priority for her to over look unless you have a golden personality or something

dw about it tho either way she loves you and money<3

and yes you do have to sit there and watch all her fashion shows til the end

and you BETTER give good replies too

i’m talking you gotta be the boyfriend who turns into her best friend for a hot sec to hype her up 🤪

”you go girl”

”omg your that girl frfr”

”that outfit ate DOWN.”

LOLOL it’s fun for both of you

unless your like strictly masculine or smth

then u might be more annoyed

but the combo of you loving your girlfriend and her being really good at persuading people leads to you doing it anyway

honestly for bringing her drinks and food

sanji usually makes it

he tells you to give credits but you don’t

especially if you can cook yourself

sanji insists he should do it since he’s the official cook

but sometimes you do it anyway

so it can come straight from the heart yk?

you and sanji may or may not beef

if you have no problem with him then it’s prob one sided on his side

definitely mad you bagged nami before he did

or any woman for that matter

but anyway

you mostly bring her refreshments and food when she’s working on her maps :)

btw it takes like 80 minutes to pick out the outfit of the day

she gets you up early so you can help her

that way by the time everyone else is up it seems like she whips up really good outfits just like that

when in actuality

“ok this one or this one?”

”uhh that one..?”

“NO WRONG ANSWER”

💥

nah i’m playing she doesn’t hit you

(yes she does but it’s lovingly)

[no it’s not but she doesn’t do it as often to you as she does the other guys]

anyway again..

yeah there’s such thing as a wrong answer

”why’d you ask me if you already had one in mind??”

“you were supposed to agree with me!”

”how was i supposed to know which one to pick??”

😡

as far as tackling the rest of the boys

”honey~ handle my light weight”

the way i wrote it made it seem lighthearted but the glint in her yes tells you—you better do it

annddd you do!

you fling luffy outside, he lands onto usopp who starts playing with him

you drag (snoring) zoro out onto the deck to sleep

you remind franky about the project he was working on

you tell brook to go play some music for luffy and usopp

you ask chopper some doctor sounding question which gives him a new idea to try out and he rushes off

robin is being quiet already<3

and sanji’s just cooking dinner:)

so now, problem solved, nami can have some peace and quiet

yippie!! mission accomplished!

now there’s not gonna be a expensive place on every island but if there is you can bet your beli she’s making you take her there

and she’s blowing off all your money

at the least it’s just you two tho

you somehow shake the rest of the crew to get some alone time

the date turns out to be really romantic and sweet so you enjoy it even if your pockets hurt

y’all def steal stuff from the restaurant

you don’t have her swiping habit but the silverware was real gold and oh boy did the opportunity of money sound sweet like honey 😋

carrying her is self explanatory

she just wants to be treated with grace and care

likes he’s delicate and beautiful the way she is

which she is

so you do:)

you carry her all types of ways but never roughly or 💥💥

mostly bridal style

cuz duh it’s romantic

you’ve even kissed her like that quite a few times

random but she likes to watch the sunset with you

btw you definitely kicked some fish butt if you joined early enough

even if you only had a crush on her back then

you fo’ sure weren’t gon let that slide 🤨🤨

what arlong thought this was⁉️🗣

not on your watch‼️

i hope your strong cuz even if your not you gonna become her shield or smth cuzzz..

YOUR HER BOYFRIEND

YOU GOTS TO PROTECT HER NOW

WHICH MEANS YOU TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM FOOL!!

if your strong and have muscles she prob secretly or not so secretly admires them

and yes my mans, as the last topic you will wear makeup and girly hairstyles

especially if you have long hair—then she def wants to play in it

there’s no saying no either

i don’t know what to tell you if you don’t like it my brother

have fun 🤷‍♀️

LOL i love these they were so fun n silly 🤪

enjoy male readers!! come eat good!!

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f1nalboys · 1 year

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Be My Valentine? - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 722

WARNINGS: none unless u want me to count sickly sweet love :3 maybe ooc bo bc he's being a nice silly sweet fella in this but its my writing and i decided he deserves to be happy so....sue me. not super proofread either <3

“Now what the hell is all this?” Bo’s voice pulls you from your haze of determination, looking up from the cookie you were currently icing. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, mechanics suit half off, undershirt covered in sweat, watching you with both amusement and confusion. You glance around the room and give him a sheepish smile; you hadn’t realized how big of a mess you had made. The ingredients from the cookies, brownies, and icing were strewn over every available surface and, as you look down at the apron you were wearing (which was one you had bought Bo last time you had gone into town,) you realize you were as well.

Shrugging your shoulders you look back down at the last cookie, trying to finish it up. “Making Valentine's day desserts, what’s it look like?” He huffs and you bite back a smile as you hear him stomp towards you. He wasn’t mad; you’ve gotten good at knowing when Bo was upset with you and when he was cautiously curious. “Don’t look! I’m almost done with this, go have a brownie.”

“You made brownies?”

“Mhm, extra chocolate for Vincent and white chocolate drizzled for Les. Don’t touch those, eat the ones I have on the stove.” Bo lets out a soft ‘hmph!’ noise but follows your orders anyways, steering clear of the packaged brownies and cookies you had put to the side. “And be careful! They’re hot.”

“I kill people and you think imma be hurt by a brownie?” Bo questions, voice light, and you can hear the smile in it. It’s followed by an immediate hiss and the sound of the tap running. “Don’t fuckin’ say a word,” And his sheer conviction and knowledge that you do, in fact, want to say that you had told him has you giggling. It’s a snort and then another one, louder, and he’s sighing, and then you laugh again, harder and louder this time and then he’s joining in.

Two months ago Bo wouldn’t have been able to laugh at himself, would have taken your lightheartedness as a sign of you laughing at him, and would have thrown a fit. But now? Now he stands with you in the kitchen, his back to yours, laughing in the shared space. He can feel the love you have for him seep into his lungs with every intake of breath, can feel it under his fingertips when he turns around and squeezes your hips with his hand and pulls you into him in an attempt to calm himself from the laughing fit.

He can feel it when you look back towards him and kiss him softly, far softer than he ever thought he deserved.

He can see it when you pull away and look him in the eye with a small smile, when you don’t cringe away from his touch or his looks or his affection. Bo kisses you again and rests his head onto your shoulder. “So, what were ya’ doing that was soooo important?”

“This.” You pull your hand back and he snorts; it was a crude drawing of the two of you (stick figures holding hands, Bo’s having a blue hat, of course) done in icing with the words ‘be my val?’ written on it. You can feel his chest rumble with a small laugh. “Don’t laugh, I did my best! I was gonna write out ‘Be my Valentine?’ on individual cookies but I didn’t have enough so I took the biggest cookie off the tray and did this!”

“It’s beautiful, can’t believe I’m livin’ with a Monet.” Bro says with a smirk. “I mean, damn! Vinny’s gonna be out of a job!”

“Stooop!”

You push against him slightly, grinning, but he holds you tighter. Closer. “I love it.” His voice is soft in your ear and when you look over at him he’s staring down at the cookie, at the shakily-done drawing of you and he holding hands, and he’s letting himself smile. He’s letting himself be loved. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bo. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He looks over at you with a raised eyebrow and you motion your head down at the cookie. “Be my Val?”

He breaks out into another smile and kisses you. “Of course I’ll be your Val, darlin’.”

#f1nalboys works #f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #valentines day fic #heheh #slasher x y/n

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hyukaphobicsworld · 6 months

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BTS: Top, bottom, or switch?

Namjoon- Top

We all were expecting it tbh. You will NEVER SEE him in his submissive state unless he’s jerking off by himself

Seokjin- Switch

HEAR. ME. OUT!!! Because I know y’all twitter army are about to get on my ass. He could potentially Dom you for sure. Girl or boy. I feel like it’s only when the atmosphere is different thought. Like when he’s mad, jealous, or just wants to spoil you, he will fuck you into the bed. But it’s okay cause it’s Seokjin 😛

Yoongi- TOP? BOTTOM? IDFK???

Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out, hear me out! I know the automatic answer was supposed to be Dom but I feel like, TO AN EXTENT, he could be submissive. Only if he’s head over heels for you. If not, it’s only top for you 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hoseok- FULL OUT TOP

I don’t even care what y’all say that man is a TOP! GO CRY ABOUT ITTT! Just like Namjoon, You will, guarantee, NOT see his submissive side unless he’s with Yoongi. 😐

Jimin- Switch

Just like Namjoon, we all knew this. And just like Seokjin, there could be specific times he would top you. Jealousy, anger, from being spoiled but then again it’s not a special occasion when he tops you. He just tops you. Whatever you want him to be that night, he will be all for you. (Like the song for you by Bts hahaha)

Taehyung- Top.

I feel like some people won’t agree but I’m sorry y’all, I really don’t see a submissive Taehyung. At least anymore. 18- 23 was definitely where he would bottom out, but now, you’re never seeing that submissive side again. Extra extra sorry.

Jungkook- …switch…

Before you put me on your blocked list, HEAR ME OUT PLS! I know the other ones are crazy but guys PLS. JUST LIKE I SAID WITH YOONGI, YOU COULD POTENTIALLY DOM HIM. But only if he’s head over heels in love with you. And it’s not like he’s gonna automatically going to be the sub for the night. It will start off with him being a top, but the you doing something to show dominance on your part and he will DEFINITELY try to fight it. But eventually, because he loves you oh- so much, he will bottom out for you. You really got to pull it out of him though.

It was easier to do it back then but harder to do it now but I promise you, you could have Dom him. Only if he’s head over heels in love with you though. If not, only Dom for you 🤷🏾‍♀️.

Again, these are MY OPNIONS. I’m not gonna say that “I don’t t care what you think” because I do! I want you to tell me why I’m wrong and why you think they are another way. IN A POLITE WAY. I will not give two shits if you go in my comments telling me to kill myself because I said Jungkook could be a switch. Anyways, tell me who I should do next. Bye

#bts smut #bts army #bts drabble #thoughts #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #seokjin smut #jungkook smut

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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Yo its me from the Charlie x Dom! Reader i didnt mean fem i meant Gn 😭

I’m a little confused i’m gonna be real… Like are we talking about the girldick Charlie one? Because you didn’t specify dom reader or gn reader in the request so I don’t know if that’s the fic you’re talking about. OH MY GOD, IM SORRY THAT SOUNDS KIND BITCHY I JUST GENUINELY DON’T KNOW. 😭🙏

Also, that’s why i left out pronouns. I mean, when doing smut, i do kind of have to specify parts. The fic was afab, not fem. I don’t write for amab reader if that’s what you would have preferred, it says that right up in my requests rules! Smut fics are really tricky to write without clarifying what parts the reader has. That’s why I default to afab, just like it specifies i will in my rules. No pronouns were used in that fic, because I wanted to keep it gender neutral.

I mean, the little mommy comment at the end was placed at the very bottom for a reason. That I can admit was just self indulgent, but it’s kinda just one of those offhanded comments I make in headcanons to spark a new conversation.

Anyways, I’m glad you made a comment about this so I can go on a little side tangent to the audience, because if it wasn’t already clear, I wanted to clarify that I only do afab reader! Like I know some people don’t look at the rules and that’s fine but i’ve had a few people in my inbox get mad at me and I DIDN’T wanna post those and talk about this because starting discourse with my followers on tumblr is the last thing I want to do—

Basically to sum up, when requesting gn reader for a smut fic, be aware that while they will be gender neutral, I will probably be specifying sex unless you like actually tell me not too. Then I could definitely dance around the subject depending on the request. But if that isn’t said in the request, I will probably have to specify.

#inbox open #bimbo rambling #i hope i don’t sound mean i hope i don’t sound mean i hope

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steffigraf · 4 months

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warning for a clearly anxiety-ridden oversharing freakout below the cut. sorry. i’m too sensitive and i’m unfortunately acutely aware of it.

tldr; im being a drama queen. gonna take a tumblr break for a week or two. to my mutuals, feel free to dm for my insta. i’ll be active until i wake up tomorrow morning and then i’m gonna zip

gonna preface this by saying this is in no way directed to the people whom i actually talk to constantly on here like you lot were lovely and im just dealing with a lot of demons in my head :(

anyway. sometimes i feel more like a product manufacturer than a person on here. and idk. i know most of you guys are really just following me for gifs and content and whatever but. yeah. idk. i guess the things i say don’t matter to anyone unless it’s funny. or if people want to call me out. not that im mad abt that exactly btw i do appreciate when people respectfully call me out for my own mistakes but. sometimes. i feel like im in a fishbowl and you’re all just waiting for me to say something wrong and cancel me. or then again, maybe most of you already think im a shit person and you just stay for the gifs. or maybe you guys think i’m a loser who has nothing to do but spend all day on this goddamn website.

and i know, somewhere inside me, that that’s not true and that it’s clearly the anxiety talking. maybe it’s just me maybe i’m making this up in my head i dunno. but i’m just kinda tired right now. too tired to battle the anxiety like usual at least. and i don’t really feel wanted outside of the content i produce, beyond the notes of my gifs or my fun posts. which ik shouldn’t matter but. i’m a pathological people pleaser etc etc.

(god, seeing this all typed out, i can’t even fucking blame you guys if you actly don’t like me cause. i kinda wanna shake myself by the shoulders and tell myself get a grip girl the world doesn’t revolve around you shut up shut up shut your damn mouth—)

i’ve been trying to manage by unfollowing and blocking a few people (which btw, if i did that to you and we used to be mutuals, it’s probably nothing personal i mostly just kept people i’m a bit closer to). but i’m still not really settled. and considering how i’m posting like every other day about feeling like shit, you guys probably figured that out lmao.

and well. on a separate note. seeing that rat’s name alone is too much for me sometimes. i couldn’t watch his game with carlos. i spent hours in his match with daniil turned away from the television, wearing noise canceling headphones while trying (and failing) to talk myself down from a full blown anxiety attack. i’ve said this before but the way people talk about him, both the fucked up silence and the justified outrage, it reminds me way too much about a family problem i have right now. hits uncomfortably close to home. prior to this i kinda thought i’d made my peace with the whole family situation but no apparently not. had he won the semis, i wasn’t even sure if i would be able to stomach cheering for jannik if it meant having to watch that man play.

so. idk. between the way actual tennis has been making me feel and the way tennisblr in general has seemed for me lately, i figure i need some space.

long story short ive been spending way too much time on tumblr this ao. and its gotten really bad for my mental health i guess. so i think i need to take maybe a week or two, to clear my head. watch tennis without opening this app every other point. spend time with people i love. get back to therapy. try to be a functioning adult.

(this is so fucking dramatic for a goddamn week of no tumblr i know that and i want to smack myself upside the head because why am i like this why do i make things snowball why why why—)

anyway. yeah. that’s it. if you actually read through all of that then. thanks. if not it’s okay too.

to my mutuals, the ones whom i’ve had at least some form of friendly interaction with in replies or dms, you can ask for my insta account btw. not that i’m crazy active on there but like. if you guys wanna be friends beyond the anonymity of this yknow. no pressure though.

#sorry to get all sad again #been editing this on my drafts all day #ive not been in a good headspace lately #*

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heeracha · 2 years

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ep 31. / ep 32. — the one with jake throwing a shoe at jay. / ep 33.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): friends teasing friends, yk affectionate teasing, swearing, tell me if i missed something !! jay lowkey being a jerk. jake throwing a shoe at jay HSBDZJHSD

note: here's the playlist <3 okay here u go. im not sure what time am i gonna update later but uhhh theres a possibility that i wont be able to,, yikes, sorry. anyway,,, enjoy jake throwing a shoe at jay for now <3

jay looks up when he hears the door of his room open. jake comes in, glaring at him. “what?” jay asks. “where have you been? have you eaten?” jay asks, sitting up.

“do you have thin walls?” jake asks and jay shakes his head. “JONGSEONG, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!” jake yells and jay furrows his eyebrows together. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? ARE YOU INSANE? DID YOU DROP YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?”

“do what? can you calm down?” jay says.

“jongseong.” jake firmly says and jay realizes it’s serious. “you fucking rejected y/n and made sunoo tell her for you?”

jay sighs, closing his eyes as he brushes his hair with his fingers.

“jake, i—“

“jongseong, rejecting a person is fine. rejecting the person you like is questionable. rejecting the person you like and make your roommate tell her is just you being a jerk!” jake raises his voice. “do you know sunoo is so mad at you right now? you couldn’t have told y/n yourself that you can’t? do you know that y/n has been so upset and embarrassed for more than a week and half now because of what you did? sunoo said she feels like she can’t show up in uni because of you!”

“jake, i can’t face her.” jay says and jake groans.

“for fuck’s sake, jongseong!” jake says. “she made the first move, what more do you want?!”

“jake, do you remember bubs?” jay says.

“you like her now? not y/n anymore?” jake asks. “that’s fine, jongseong, but you should have been the one to tell y/n yourself that you don’t want to.”

“y/n is bubs, jake.” jay says and jake frowns. “i’ve been talking to her all along. i was her cute guy. she was the girl i’m talking to up until seven in the morning.”

“really?” jake says and jay nods. jake quickly grabs jay’s shoe that was lying around and throws it at jay.

“OW!” jay exclaims and jake huffs.

“then? why did you reject her?” jake asks. “don’t tell me you ghosted her.”

jay frowns and jake groans. “jongseong!” jake exclaims. “why? why would you do that?”

“jake, it’s y/n for fuck’s sake!” jay says, sighing. “now that i know it’s her, how can i talk to her? the person i’ve been pining for over a damn year and i’ve been talking to her the whole semester? with y/n i tried hard to think what to tell her. how can i talk to her now?”

“then talk to bubs.” jake says. jay was about to open his mouth, but jake cuts him off. “i know. bubs is y/n. but you’ve been talking to her the entire time, jay. you talked to her until seven in the morning. just talk to her, okay?”

jay sighs, frowning.

“and apologize to sunoo.” jake says as he grabs the doorknob, opening the door. “i’ll go now. update me. unless you haven’t talked to her yet.”

jay nods and jake exits, closing the door.

he knew that one way or another he would talk to you again. he can't resist you after all.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #jay imagines #jay scenarios #jay x reader #jongseong imagines

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drunktuesdays · 1 year

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For the week 2 prompt, have you considered: Matt Jackson/Orange

For @wrestleprompts: "It was you the whole time" this is Matt & Orange, not Matt/Orange because I'm a disgusting and repulsive little otper.

There was another vampire backstage.

“You don’t know that,” Nick said disinterestedly, slouched in a folding chair.

“I do know that, Nicholas,” Matt said. “I know because I’m a very good vampire, and I can sense our kind when they walk among us.”

Nick made a fart noise which Matt didn’t bother dignifying with a response.

He did know there was another vampire backstage, because his extremely well developed vampire senses told him there was. He just couldn’t figure out who it was.

“Ask Brandon to replace the cold spray with holy water, and see who howls,” Nick said.

“If you’re not going to help, then shut it,” Matt snapped, but he eyed Brandon speculatively for a minute—he could if they only—no, it wouldn’t work. It wasn’t technically speaking considered cool to reveal another vampire in front of their coworkers, unless you were simply such a good vampire that you figured it out with your vampirically enhanced super senses. No one could get mad at him for that.

So he’d have to sleuth it out. Fine.

It was tricky, obviously. For one thing, most of the stereotypes about vampires were like, huge exaggerations. Sure, garlic gave him a stomachache, but ever since he turned thirty, basically everything gave him a stomachache. He could see himself in mirrors, thank god, and he wore multiple kinds of cross jewelry on the regular. He liked Jesus. He liked to think Jesus would be a friend to vampires—the cool ones anyway.

The one about sunshine though—that one was kind of true. Not to the extent that people thought. He didn’t glitter or crumble into ash. But he did—uh—-start to smoke a little. At the edges. After like a half hour or so.

No problem. That’s what they made spray tan for.

At the next AEW Big Kid Leadership Club Meeting, Matt said loudly, “I think we should do an event on the beach.”

Tony, who had been saying something boring about quarter hours, said, “What kind of event?” “Any event,” Matt said. “But it should be mandatory. All hands meeting. But the fun kind this time!”

After, Nick said, “You know that means we have to go too. What’s your plan for that?”

Matt scoffed. “I’ll tell you—just—later,” he said haughtily and stalked off. He ate a couple of Cornette fans in the parking lot until he stopped feeling so annoyed and started feeling crafty again.

“I really like the new merch umbrellas,” Kenny said, twirling his. “They look good, and they’re really well made.”

“I agree,” Matt said. He was perched on a beach chair, watching the roster playing what looked like a viciously competitive game of volleyball. Eddie was shoving Daniel Garcia’s face into the sand and holding him there while he flailed. “Really keeps the sun off your neck.”

“Being smug gives you forehead wrinkles,” Nick said.

Matt flipped him off. and said, “Help me figure out who’s not here. Kenny—can you see, hmm—should we start with the belt holders, or alphabetical?”

Abruptly, a dark ominous shadow fell over them, blocking out the sun momentarily.

“Hi Julia,” Kenny said cheerfully.

“Hi Kenny,” Julia said. “We’re gonna make a sandcastle using sand Malakai brought back from Hell. Wanna help?”

“Not right now,” Kenny said. “Thanks though.”

“No problem,” Julia said, and started off towards the shore. As they passed, Buddy said, “Can you believe Hangman got out of going to this?”

Matt went very very still. Kenny stiffened. “It’s not Adam,” he said. “Adam’s not a vampire.”

“He could be a vampire,” Matt said. “What do we know about Adam right now?”

“He’s not,” Kenny said, standing and turning on Matt. “He’s not a friggin vampire.”

Matt jumped to his feet, bristling. “Like there’s something wrong with vampires?” he hissed. “You think there’s something wrong with us?”

“No,” Kenny said, deflating. “No—of course not. Of course I love you and Nick. I think you guys are so special. I wouldn’t—I don’t think—” and he huffed, scrubbed his face. He said, “It’s not Adam.”

“We don’t even know if there is another vampire at AEW,” Nick said mildly. He hadn’t moved from his chair, and instead was concentrating on trying to balance the end of his umbrella handle on the palm of his hand. “All we’ve got to go on is Matt’s special senses.”

“Which never fails,” Matt said. When Kenny, Brandon and Nick all opened their mouths, he said quickly, “Shut up.”

He didn’t assume it was Adam. He didn’t. That would be foolish, and anyway—Adam knew Matt and Nick were vampires. He knew, because he’d been friends with them for a very very long time, and just because they weren’t friends now, didn’t mean anything. Matt felt very sure that Adam would have come to them if he’d been turned. Probably he would. Maybe.

Anyway, there were other people who’d missed the Mandatory Locker Room Harmony Beach Event, and he’d start there.

But before he could, someone messed up. Big time.

“Yeah,” Darby said, as enthusiastic as Matt had ever seen him. “Someone left a dead deer near the dumpster, and it had all the blood sucked out.”

“Oh my God,” Matt said. “That’s disgusting! Who would bother with a deer?”

“Huh?” Darby said.

“Nevermind,” Matt said, and started speedwalking back to their locker room.

Nick jogged up next to him, and said, “Okay, fine, so you were right.”

“Hold that thought, say it again when Brandon has his camera,” Matt said. “Also, help me figure out how I’m going to break it to Kenny that his ex-lover is a vampire!”

“Don’t say lover like that,” Nick said, “and you don’t know that it’s Adam.”

“Who else is self-loathing enough to feed from a deer,” Matt snapped, and they rounded a hallway, and Matt, startled, went rigid and hissed.

Little Orange Cassidy Jim, in full denim and the sunglasses, sprang back a step, and then hissed back.

“Oh my God,” Matt said, recovering himself. “It was you! The whole time!”

“What do you mean it was him,” Dustin said. “Also—to be clear—what just happened was very weird.”

“Yeah,” Greg said. “Didn’t like the hissing.”

Nick said to Jim, “Do they know?”

“Know what?” Jim drawled in a blank, toneless voice. His eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, but Matt could see his fists balled in his jacket pocket.

“Okay,” he said brightly. “We’re stealing your little boyfriend for important EVP business. Bye!” and he and Nick both used just a little bit of vamp strength to muscle Jim away from his stupid protesting friends, and back towards their locker room.

“When did you get turned?” Matt demanded, the moment he was alone. “And you ate a deer? Buddy.”

“Turned into what,” Jim said. “I don’t know anything about that deer.”

Matt rolled his eyes. With barely a glance sideways at Nick, they both dropped their fangs in the same instant.

Jim threw himself backwards into the wall, the sunglasses falling off his face and hitting the ground. He said in a yelp, “What the hell?”

“Okay, even I can sense you,” Nick said, his voice lispy around the fangs. “You are a vampire.”

“I’m not,” Jim said, but now that his face was bare, Matt could see the nervous darting of his eyes around the room.

“Uh-huh,” Matt said. “Unexplained blackouts in your memory? Not interested in catering? Deer fur in your mouth this morning?”

Nick said, “Someone turned you. Who was it?”

Jim said bitchily, “If I knew, would I be learning I was a fucking vampire from you two freaks?”

“Okay, rude,” Matt said. “You must have a guess.”

Jim sighed. Stared at the ceiling. Scrubbed his face. Then: “I was at GCW this weekend.”

“Hah!” Nick crowed. “I friggin told you Janela was turning people. I told you.”

“Being smug gives you forehead wrinkles,” Matt shot back.

Someone pounded on the door. Nick called, “Busy, come back later!”

“No,” Dustin called back. “Give me Jim back!”

Matt surveyed Jim. “We should explain it to him too, since he’s clearly not going away.”

“What?” Jim said. “No. We’re not telling anyone.”

“Don’t you live with him?” Nick said. “You’ve gotta tell him.”

“Plus you should probably just feed on him,” Matt said. “It’s not like you’re gonna find deer in Philly.”

“Okay,” Jim said, outraged. “I’m not going to feed on Dustin!”

Just as Jim said it, Dustin got the door open and barged in. He froze in the doorway and said, in a too high voice, “You’re not gonna do what now?”

Jim, as red as the side of a barn, said, nothing. Nick was collapsed in the corner, shaking with laughter. Matt rubbed at the headache forming in his temple and sighed.

Honestly, he thought, it probably would have been easier if it had been Hangman.

#my work #friday wrestleprompts #wrestling

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mimikoolover · 10 months

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I hate to say it but I feel a lot of disappointment with Jk, so much so that I’ve mentally checked out of his release and want to hear nothing of it anymore. It’s just disappointing to see him sellout like this, his interviews aren’t making things better bc how can he say he just wants to be more famous/be a giant pop star, what happened to just loving to make music ? Feel like idek know him like I thought I do. I’m also stuck between if I should be mad at him or not bc at some level he did know this was going to happen, knew they were going to push him more than the other members(we literally see him planning to be big in suwitcha ep). He seems so arrogant and full of himself nowadays. Not an ounce of gratitude??? No thankyou, nothing. Straight up asking for more, as he knows scooter is preparing him an English album. Don't know how long he's gonna go well with this bitchy attitude. Idk how he can change like this or maybe the older humble JK was all a facade. Didn't he also said that ? Anyway, it's just a matter of time till Jimin gets done with his bs and drops him. Idk how long Jimin can pretend to be happy and supportive of him even while being arrogant af.

so let’s start with the obvious: fans don’t know the celebrities/idols they’re fans of on a personal level. what you and i assume about any idol can be completely wrong however i feel it’s the same with random people as well. sometimes i hear from people what they assume about me and i’m shocked because it’s so different to how i actually am. unless you’re close friends with someone or on a family type closeness level, i don’t think you can assume to know anyone and as long as you recognise that, you’re cool. your message is also completely biased and i hope you recognise that too.

that said let’s assume jungkook has changed or his humble self was a facade. this would depend on your definition of humble. i wouldn’t say jungkook was humble as in what i saw in him was he was severely lacking any type of recognition for himself. this is what i think people interpreted as humble. it was however not good for jungkook and i say this as someone who never gives themselves credit.

what has changed is that he doesn’t sweat his “mistakes” anymore. this makes him more confident. another thing that makes him more confident is how he is challenging himself right now. i feel like if you want to be fair to him you have to admit (and give him credit for) how he’s getting out of his comfort zone. recording a full song in english, working (alone) with people who only speak english, going on a morning show, an evening show, stationhead livestreams, doing a lot of that in english, not even mentioning how much frankly courage it took for him to shoot the mv he did on his own, record the explicit version of seven and release it…all that was new to him and these are the things that allow you to grow as a person. with this comes confidence which people can confuse with being cocky.

on the other hand jungkook is also honest. he is telling you how it is and trust me everyone in the industry wants to be a global superstar. even if they deny it and say they only do it for the sake of the music. the two can coexist at the same time. jungkook goes on live, he talks in interviews and he’s telling you exactly what he thinks and feels. that is so rare it’s laughable people don’t appreciate it more. you may call it arrogant but he’s very self aware and let’s be honest, would you want someone who’s underestimating themselves or would you want to be a fan of someone who understands the situation they’re in and acknowledges it? he knows how big he and bts are. why pretend otherwise? he is showing gratitude by going live at ass o’clock, always talking about how much army means to him (well the ones who genuinely support him) and being as honest as a celebrity possibly can be. he’s grateful for his true fans but i think fans also need to understand that while they are putting massive amounts of money, time and effort in, jungkook did his part as well. he worked hard for us (while being ill too during promo). fans also need to recognise that they’re not the sole cause of his success - the GP does actually like him. yes without fans he wouldn’t be where he is but he also put the work in and should be able to be proud of that without minimising his efforts.

he’s also at an age where people tend to figure themselves out more and i know cause i’m in the same boat. i can see he’s going through that. chapter 2 i think is really allowing them all to get out of the comfort bubble of the group and grow as people on their own which is great. inevitably, jungkook being human, will change over the course of his lifetime just like all of us.

i’m not going to entertain the BS about how he’s pushed more than the other members because I don’t think that’s fair to say. they’re all getting different opportunities and dare i say it is their choice. i know jimin wasn’t happy with how long his promo was but unless he talks about it in more detail i refuse to put a lot of weight on it because i don’t know how much promo he wanted to do. as far as i can see they’re all getting to do what they want to do and they’re booked and busy.

as for jimin dropping jungkook that’s just what you want to see and it realistically isn’t going to happen. i highly doubt jimin is pretending anything😂that’s just wishful thinking. i’m not even going to go into anything specific that happened recently because there’s no point, it’s a given that they will remain close and i have full trust in that based on being a fan for 6 years.

#jikook #what a great opportunity for me to rant

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starstruck-owie · 5 months

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Hey chat!! Reminder that creators do not serve you, they don't have to make anything for you. (This is an attack! felt like being violent and fucked up today. Feel free to comment or repost with opinions, no full on arguing just debating with reason and no death threats unless slash jay. also feel free to give me more absurd opinions to cover when I feel, I love writing) TW: YAPPING

You’re allowed to be upset and disappointed but nobody should be blaming the creators for what was just a bit, a joke, maybe even a funny. Little bit of fucking haha. They are just a bunch of people, dudes, strangers that honestly don’t give a fuck about you because you likely amount NOTHING to their lives other than a nasty comment.

the shit some of you guys are pulling is just honestly not tolerable. You people need to understand they don't owe us shit, they gave us hlvrai, we move on. Now we have this luxury of hl2vrai and you guys are pissing yourselves over the fact you got pranked, embarrassed because you fell for it and got all mad and your giant bulbous yet delicate ego can't handle it. I know it must be so so hard, not having something handed to you right as you expect it, I'm sorry that it was served to you on a silver platter as you're used to it being like. </3 /sar

“Oh my, have you no self respect?” YOU ACT LIKE SOMEBODY WHO ENJOYS FUCKING COLESLAW. /neg

The only self respect you have is you thinking you’re the fucking center of the universe, quick space fact, the universe has no center!! You care only about how you feel and are close-minded, you care little about others and I personally think you need a reality check to hit you next time you forget to look both ways cause you’re too focused on the fact YOU need to get to the other side.

What we have, or at least I have, Is respect for OTHERS.. I know, fascinating isn't it? I feel like it should be a know thing that the creature you see everywhere, on the streets in the stores and in your home are in fact people like you. (Don't take my word on this chat not every critter you see is human but you get my point.)

No matter what happens to you, no matter how much this situation may inconvenience you. The world will go one without you, maybe even look back and regret the fact that you were allowed to learn past your ABC's because maybe such an vile opinion wouldn't exist.

"If they didn't want all this blah blah big fandom uhh bad fandom parts maybe not make content" They are still people, they don't owe you shit, uhh just because they made a joke doesn't mean they deserve any hate, if you were hurt from the joke again doesn't matter but for your sake ill say something like; While this was a bit disappointing at first, It's best you move on. Being hurt from something as little and unimportant as this is kind of unhealthy, It's best you move on, or be more positive. While we may have not gotten hl2vrai (we did but this is before that chat) we still got a cool stream, funny as fuck and there was a lot of cool crap in it. I mean did you see the cutscenes? The music? While it may not have been what you or I wanted we still got something while we could have had nothing.

Anyways, this isn't personal, if you see your arguments I'm just covering as much ground as possible to avoid confusion. I'm just being silly and getting facts out there!! im gonna sleep like a baby now.

TLDR: You're allowed to be upset, just don't be selfish pretty please?

#hlvrai #hl2vrai #yapping #evil-weevils

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sunshineblondiewrites · 7 months

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The First of Us - Chapter 3

We Got Divorced *Not Clickbait*

Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Series summary: you and your father meet Joel and Tommy 6 years after outbreak day. You join their group trying to make it to the Boston QZ not realizing all that joining would entail. You eventually make it to the QZ but not without suffering many losses. Tommy decides to join the Fireflies and you and Joel are left with your smuggling partner, Tess, when years later you meet a teenage girl that will bring you and Joel across the country, and maybe together.

Chapter summary: You and the Miller brothers enter the QZ. Then after a few months of figuring everything out and meeting a woman named Tess, Tommy is itching for something new, and he wants you to come with him.

Warnings: death, outbreak day, friends to lovers, reader has a sister, minor physical descriptions of reader, grieving, FFM threeway (does not include reader, cannon typical violence(if I miss any please lmk)

a/n: CHAPTER THREE WHAT?! I'm so excited that people are reading and liking this little series of mine :) This is honestly one of my favorite chapters! I hope you all are liking the fun chapter titles too haha I wanted them to be fun and interesting despite whatever the actual chapter content was, anyway I will stop rambling, enjoy!!

Word count: 3.8k (a lil shorter haha)

masterlist Ch2

It had been about a week since you departed from the rest of the group and Tommy and Joel were on better terms than before. Tommy was still mad at Joel for reasons you couldn’t explain because what Tommy was mad at Joel for, Tommy had done… and so had you.

“Well, there it is,” Tommy said looking at a similar concrete wall to the Philadelphia QZ after you came out over a slight hill. There was a very obvious road into the QZ that ended at two large double doors.

“Are we seriously gonna knock on the fucking door?” Joel questioned. You turned your head to look at him.

“Yes we are,” you said confidently. “You’re welcome to stay here and see if I get shot but you have a better chance of getting in with me than by yourself.”

“Unless we die,” Tommy grumbles.

“I don’t hear a better idea,” you retort and continue over the hill. You were getting into this QZ. You heard their footsteps behind you as you all headed closer to the concrete walls that seemed to grow as you got closer. Just before you reached the door, two soldiers took notice of your trio.

“STOP! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND ANY WEAPONS YOU HAVE ON THE GROUND,” one of the soldiers shouted. Well, he didn’t shoot you so you’re starting off better than the others.

“Okay,” you said calmly, slowly lowering your gun to the ground with your hands in the air. “We’re not looking for any trouble.” You could tell this soldier was scared more than anything else. He was young, possibly younger than you so you decided to follow his orders quickly but stay calm. The less freaked out he was the more likely he was to listen to you. You nodded at Joel to set his gun down and Tommy as well. Joel hesitated and you shoved his shoulder a little. Raising your eyebrows as if to say come on man, I don’t wanna do it either but also want to get into this QZ. He glared at you and wordlessly set his gun down. The other soldier walked forward and confiscated your gun…s.

“You have any other weapons on you?” the second soldier asked.

“No, sir,” you said quickly.

“You the only one here who talks?” He said, slightly raising his gun at Joel, who only increased his usual resting grumpy face, which wasn’t helping.

“We talk,” Tommy said, “just sounds better coming out of her.” You’d discussed this earlier– you would do the talking because your voice combined with your looks was your guy’s best shot at getting into the QZ compared to the Miller brother bitchiness.

“We just wanna do whatever you need us to do to get us into the QZ and away from out here,” you said with a soft smile. This did something to the officer because from behind his helmet you watched his eyes drift downward slightly to where the tops of your breasts were exposed out of your black tank top and he backed up to whisper with his partner. After about two minutes of negotiating, one of the soldiers ordered you three forward over a wooden bridge of sorts where there were stop signs on either side while the other went over to a repurposed traffic light in the wall. When it turned green, the large doors opened slowly and you were pushed inside into what you assumed to be a quarantine zone inside the quarantine zone. The soldiers push you past some plastic tarps and through a makeshift plastic door and into a chair and tie you down. Your heart rate quickens and Joel and Tommy resist slightly before giving in. You were inside, you can’t fuck this up now. A new, third soldier enters the dim room you’re in with a large black box.

“This is gonna pinch,” she says coldly. She stabs a needle from the box into your neck and you hiss quietly from the pain. Yeah what a fucking pinch that was. Joel tensed in his chair slightly. The screen on the box lit up green and the soldier moved on to Tommy, who also grimaced when the needle stuck him. The screen lit up green again. Joel, being Joel, didn’t even flinch when getting tested, his face remaining as stoic as always.

“They’re all clean,” the soldier says.

“We removed anything possibly harmful from their bags, but we’ll still pat them down before we get their paperwork done and let them in,” responded another new soldier. A wave of relief washed over you.

It wouldn’t take a genius to put together that this had to be FEDRA. Two soldiers undid Tommy and Joel’s restraints and began patting them down. Another soldier took off your restraints and really took his sweet time feeling you up. This in no way shape or form could be considered patting you down. Joel scowled slightly, but it didn’t look all that different from his usual facial expressions. You just rolled your eyes, a creepy man feeling you up in exchange for being in a QZ was one of the better hands life had given you.

“You could at least buy me dinner first,” you muttered after a particularly lengthy pass over your ass.

“What did you say?” the soldier said, who you recognized as the second soldier from outside. The one who stared at your tits.

“Nothing,” you said quickly and before he could say anything else the soldiers were called away, leaving you and the Miller brothers to be ushered into the processing room. Inside was a table with a stack of papers and one singular woman. She was well into her 60s, but still looked like she’d kick your ass with her purse or some shit. Tommy went up first. She asked him some basic questions and some more particular ones. Every word she said was monotone–zero emotion whatsoever. Then she gave him a paper for the job he had to do tomorrow and a few ration cards to start. She explained his papers would be how he was identified.

“There is a mandatory curfew from 6pm to 6am. If you are caught out on the streets without a specific job or FEDRA approval you will be arrested and placed in lockup until your crime is deemed punishable by law or if you are simply let go. Remember to always report signs of cordyceps infection, coughing, slurred speech, muscle spasms, and mood changes. Safety begins with you… NEXT.” Joel walked forward and went through the same thing.

“Full name?”

“Joel Joseph Miller” he said gruffly.

“Location pre-outbreak?”

“Austin, Texas.”

“Birthday?”

“September 26th, 1967,” the woman hesitated and looked up at him. Her emotionless gaze on him cracked into one of pity.

“Outbreak day? Jesus.” Joel’s birthday is outbreak day? Jesus is right. She finished her questions, handed Joel his papers and repeated her speech from before.

You walked forward. She asked your name and where you were located pre-outbreak. You hesitated only slightly before you said Hazel, Kentucky. You and your father had an unspoken rule to never talk about them, which he broke before he died, but you hadn't said her name out loud in months, maybe over a year.

“Birthday?”

“May 19th, 1989,” you said and the woman looked up again.

“Happy birthday”

Jesus

—

Life in the QZ was not all Ryan and the posters made it out to be. Here in Boston you weren’t fighting for your life from infected, nature, raiders, and slavers–you were fighting FEDRA, the fireflies, and just some batshit crazy people. There were some good ones, and you’d made a few connections so far in the two months you’d been there, your favorite being a woman named Tess. She came here from Detroit and had staked her claim in smuggling operations in and out of the QZ and after your arrival she saw an opportunity to gain muscle in her operations. Mostly from Joel. You could tell she also thought he was hot. Joel was either oblivious or didn’t care, you couldn’t quite tell.

The apartment three of you were given already only had one bed propped up on cinder blocks that Tommy and Joel shared and you slept on the couch. Not the most comfortable, but better than the floor or sleeping with Joel or Tommy. Your smuggling with Tess took up most of your free time. You’re not sure how you all became a quartet of terror so fast, but Tess fit in nicely to your group. And smuggling got you more ration cards, which got you more supplies. Tess had gotten you all guns within the first 2 weeks you all agreed to work together. Tommy, however, despite how much better off you were than before was still restless. Smuggling and what you had done in the QZ definitely did not right your wrongs with God– there was a reason people were afraid of you. You could tell Tommy wanted out as soon as he got in, and when business had slowed down, he was nowhere to be fucking found.

You were out later than you should have been one night but Jake, the guy you’d starting fucking semi regularly, had dragged you away for what was supposed to be a quickie. Unsurprisingly, it went a little long. You knew he liked you, but you just saw him as a stress relief. That clearly wasn’t going to plan, though, as you had never finished with him.

As you were walking back to the apartment rushing to meet curfew, you were suddenly pulled out of the street into an alley. You started to fight back when a hand went over your mouth but then you heard a voice you recognized.

“Shh shh shh, it’s me, Tommy,” Tommy whispered. You wriggled out of his grasp and turned to look at him.

“Tommy?! What the fuck are you doing? Why aren’t you back at the apartment by now? It’s almost six? You’re late again and Joel will fucking kill you and then me because I was with you!” you whisper shouted at him. He and Joel got in a pretty heated argument the other night about Tommy not being back in the apartment by curfew. Something about how he always used to have to bail Tommy out of jail and blah blah blah brotherly quarrels. But you still didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Joel’s anger.

“Look I wanna take you to meet someone, just trust me,” Tommy said, you immediately started to turn back onto the street.

“Absolutely not.”

“Please?” He grabbed your arm. “Trust me.”

You cursed God for coming up with Miller brother puppy dog eyes and sighed. “Fine.”

After a bit of walking Tommy took you to an abandoned corner building in the QZ. Tommy went up to the door and gave the guards standing there a code.

“I swear if you took me to a fucking brothel,” you trailed off when you noticed a large, red symbol on the wall, a firefly. You took in a sharp breath, “Tommy” you said slowly, “what the hell is going on?”

“He didn’t tell you on the way here?” a woman said coming out of a room in the hallway. She had tanned skin and calculating brown eyes that matched her brown curly hair that was tied back in a low, loose ponytail. She was wearing a simple gray tank top and army green cargo pants with a gun holstered at the hip. You’d heard of her, but now that you were actually looking at her, it all made sense.

“Clearly not, but I’m guessing you’re Marlene?” you said coldly. You didn’t like being the only one out of the loop.

“That would be me,” she smiled, “and Tommy here is going to join us.”

“What?” you questioned angrily.

“Yeah and I was thinking you should come with us,” Tommy said.

“What?” you questioned again. You were so confused. Tommy? Joining the Fireflies? Where is he going with them?

“Look, you know the things we’ve done, the things we’re still doing. I can’t stand it anymore, Joel’s too far gone and he’s getting older and Tess would never, but you? Come on sugar, this is a chance at redemption, to help people instead of hurt them.”

You looked at him in bewilderment. What the hell was he talking about? Sure, you still had to do some not-great things while smuggling but it was nowhere near the level of dark with Ryan and the group. You only did what was necessary. It was different. Right?

“There’s a squadron of us going out west. Tommy has agreed to be one of them. We have a base out there that’s doing some real good work to benefit the world, not just in the QZs, and from what Tommy’s told me we could use a woman with your mind and skill set,” Marlene says.

“What, you mean like a cure?” she nods, and you laugh, “Tommy, you’re gonna leave us hell you’re gonna leave Joel for what? A chance? Some ‘good work?’ You know how long it took us to get here, and-” you sharply inhale, “fuck I know it isn’t the most glamorous thing but it’s still fucking better than having to live out there. Plus, you’d have to make it through the open city and then past that”

“Good thing I won’t be alone,” Tommy interrupts, frustrated, “and everytime we leave we’re at risk of hanging. Come on sugar, do you really want to stay here for the rest of your life shoveling shit, dumping bodies, and taking orders? And not just from FEDRA. Tess? Joel? They’re making you do what Ryan made us do just under a new name. It still makes us bad people, it still makes you a bad person. Do you really think your family would want that for you?”

That made you pause. Would they? Your dad’s fucking dying wish was that you find a better life and keep thinking of others, but you couldn’t help but feel you’d only half accomplished one of those. Were they looking down on you from heaven, or up from hell, with disappointment? Would it be better if you left with the Fireflies? With Tommy?

“You’re my closest friend, sugar. I just want what’s best for you. We can be heroes instead of villains.”

Villains? You weren’t fucking villains. And then it all made sense. After about a minute of organizing your thoughts you grinned at Tommy and you watched his eyes flash with a glimpse of hope before you said, “On today’s episode of Tommy Miller’s Hero Complex, he’s joining a new and cool rebel group to ease his conscience about the things we did to survive, not because we wanted to,” you watched his face fall at your biting remarks.

“There’s no moral code in this world anymore Tommy because if there was you’d see that Marlene over there is no less guilty than either of us” you spat.

“I beg to differ,” Marlene interjected.

“Well you’re gonna keep begging because I didn’t fucking ask you,” you snarled. “Tommy, listen, let’s just go back to the apartment and talk about this.”

He sighed, “I’ll go back to the apartment to say my goodbyes, we leave at dawn tomorrow,” he said, refusing to meet your eyes. You blinked back tears of betrayal, frustration, and sadness. But if this was the road he wanted to take, fine.

It was about a 20 minute walk back to the apartment, but it took even longer because you and Tommy had to silently dodge FEDRA soldiers every few minutes. Luckily Tommy had it down to science and you assumed all those nights he’d been late he had been doing this.

When you reached the apartment it was 7:15. You unlocked the door and walked in to find Tess sitting on the couch and Joel pacing the floor. As soon as he turned and made eye contact with you both the fight began.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?”

“Ask Tommy,” you said glumly as you walked over to the kitchen table and slung your bag onto it and flopped into a chair, putting your hands on your face. This was gonna be a long night.

The three of them argued all night, while you listened from the kitchen table, like you always did. They’d ask you for your two cents occasionally, but would start arguing again before you could answer until Tommy tried to pin some of the blame on you.

“Look, she almost decided to go with me! Why aren’t you mad at her?”

You stood from the table and walked towards him swinging your finger up in his face, “Yeah I thought about it for a split second until you called yourself a hero and us villains and then I realized you don’t actually think this will help, it’s just to ease that little hero complex you have. Sometimes heroes do bad things to save the people they care about, but clearly you don’t care about us enough to get over it.”

“I never said that I didn’t care about you guys,” Tommy shot back.

“No, but you’ve been complaining for weeks that what we’re doing is bad and that it makes us bad people, hell you tried to win me over by using my dead family as a bargaining chip. I killed my father and you don’t see me moping about how horrible of a person I am. No, I took it and use it as fuel for my fucking fire and to keep my promise to him. Your little Star Wars Rebels group isn’t going to change anything.”

“She’s right,” Tess said. “What? Do you really think joining them is going to change anything about you?”

“I’m gonna fucking help people instead of blackmailing them for information, supplies, or ration cards. I’m gonna stop FEDRA’s abuses instead of supplying their officer’s addictions. I’m gonna negotiate and listen instead of killing.” Tommy shouted and then looked at Joel. Something about Tommy’s last sentence softened both of them. Like it reminded the brothers of a memory they shared.

Joel fiddled with the broken watch on his wrist, “I can’t protect you out there,” he said softly.

“I know, but I won’t be alone,” Tommy put his hand on Joel’s shoulder, “I’ll be okay, I’m a man now, I’m not just your little brother anymore.”

“You know the radio communication codes here?” Joel asked.

“Yes,” Tommy said.

“You’ll check in?” Joel said firmly, it was more of a demand than a question.

“Promise.”

“Okay,” Joel breathed. “Dawn you said?”

“Dawn.” You all looked out the window, there was still a few hours before then.

“You need to get some rest, you have a long journey ahead of you,” Joel said walking over to the bed. “Just stay here Tess, it’s late,” he said without turning around. You could tell this hurt Tess, but she didn’t say anything. She never did. So you took your flat pillow and blanket to one end of the couch and curled up there, Tess headed to the other end and sat down, but to your surprise Tommy kneeled next to you.

“I’m sorry for trying to force you into that, I shouldn’t have used your family like that, it wasn’t fair. You’re like a little sister to me, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he confessed.

“It’s okay, I know why you did it,” you said softly and he hugged you from the side of the couch. “Just be safe out there, okay?” you said into his shoulder, to which he responded with a squeeze.

“I will.”

And at dawn, he was gone.

—

The second leg of your life in the QZ started after that. On a smuggling run not long after Tommy left, Tess, Joel, and you came across Bill and Frank on the radio, two men living in a gated, safe haven, private neighborhood resort of sorts. It took a little convincing but eventually Bill agreed with Frank that they should partner up with you guys. Trips there were rare, but cherished. You and Frank especially got along. You were young and he loved to doll you up just for a day and make you feel like a girl again instead of just a woman in a broken world. You protested at first, but when you saw how delighted it made Frank it reminded you of how much Hazel loved to get dolled up, so you always let him. You’d receive a compliment from Tess, showers of praise from Frank, a comment or two from Bill– less for you and mostly for Frank’s handiwork, and stares from Joel. It was easy to forget about the end of the world there.

Tess moved into the apartment about a year after Tommy left, but you hadn’t minded the brief time it was just you and Joel. You’d grown fond of your little conversations with him as he slowly would open up to you about his life as a contractor and as he learned bits about your short life in Hazel.

You two decided to just share the bed and it was way more comfortable than the couch so you were grateful the awkward tension there had broken, but when Tess moved in to make smuggling operations easier, you were moved back to the couch not so subtly by her.

The first night Joel came over to the couch, but before he could open his mouth you reassured him it was fine and that the elderly needed the bed more than you did.

It went on like this for years. You’d hear from Tommy here and there, go on a smuggling run, trade around the QZ, see a hanging, watch the fireflies fucking destroy everything, and work. It wasn’t great by any means, and it honestly really sucked most of the time, but you had food every night, protection, and a couch to sleep on, so if this was what the rest of your life was gonna be, you hoped your dad would take this as a better life.

You were gonna have to keep working on that thinking of others thing.

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» ━━ WILLOW (2022) QUOTES : EPISODE ONE : THE GALES. PART TWO.

quotes taken from the 2022 series “willow”. please alter any pronouns if required when sending.

“How’s the party?”

“You should see the prince, he’s a mouse.”

“We both know how fond i am of our little chats, but unless it’s to bring me a slice of cake, why are you down here?”

“Maybe it’s because you want me to tell you not to force your child into a loveless marriage?”

“You know I don't have a choice.”

“Everything I've done, I've done to protect the people I love. It costs a lot. I’m tired.”

“How long can you keep it up?”

“Maybe I'm overreacting. It doesn’t mean that our life has to change…”

“I’ve been accepted to train with the shining legion. To become a Knight.”

“They’ve made an exception. It’s their first ever, actually.”

“I wanted to tell you before, but I didn't know how to…”

“So. We’re getting married. That’s weird, right?”

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

“I am grateful for the opportunity to serve the realm.”

“I am getting acquainted with my betrothed here, but you can go wherever you want, as you’ve made abundantly clear.”

“Have you ever heard the story of Taramis?”

“She was, like, by all accounts, like, the most gorgeous woman that ever lived.”

“Make yourself useful.”

“What? Scared you might blind my pretty twin brother?”

“I’m worried about that..”

“You embarrassed the prince.”

“You showed everyone in that room who you are, a petulant child who needs to grow up.”

“I’m a prisoner, sentenced to a life I didn’t even choose!”

“No one chooses their life.”

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I spoke to the prince.”

“He’s not actually such a terrible guy if you get to know him.”

“I think you should stick to chasing girls rather than sticking your nose in matters that you are incapable of understanding and are not your concern!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Huh? Oh, are you going to beat me up? Because I’m a little tired.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“No. But you’re going to get it anyway because you’re my sister and I love you. Despite your winning personality.”

“Everybody loves you because you’re so charming and fun, as long as they don’t expect anything from you. The moment that they do, you’ll just leave.”

“Just like dad did.”

“I’m not him. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I think it’s best we stop seeing each other.”

“Seeing you with them just… made me crazy! Made me mad.”

“I was so distracted, I… I burned my muffins.”

“I never burn anything, ever!”

“I suddenly realised, how can I expect you, the prince, to commit to me, muffin girl, when you’ve countesses and trollops shamelessly throwing themselves at you!”

“What if i did? What if I was ready to commit?”

“It’s not the greatest marriage proposal, in fact, it might be the worst. But what if… what if it was better?”

“That's definitely something we can discuss.”

“You scared the blummins out of me!”

“I’m leaving. I came to say goodbye.”

“I know you’re upset…”

“I’m thinking clearly, for the first time in my life…”

“I’m looking for something, and it’s not here. It’s out there.”

“You’re going to be a great knight, but I’ll still kick your ass.”

“It’s a symbol of my commitment to you, just until I can get something more real.”

“You could just look at me, just like that, for the rest of my life.”

“You know there’s nothing brave about running away…”

“I’m always… relatively careful.”

“Let our love be your strength!”

“Right. Definitely gonna do that…”

“We’re under siege.”

“Fellas, fetch my cleaver.”

“Would it be too much to ask you not to do anything stupid?”

“Oh, man. I'm sorry. I thought you were gonna let go of her.”

“He was just behind me, fighting that witch.”

“They took him. I think… he’s what they came for.”

“False. Patently false.”

“I was concerned for the welfare of the animals. Is it a crime to care, huh? To feel?!”

“You’re just the leader this expedition needs.”

“Where the Princess goes, I go.”

“You know, I think we’re good, fellowship-wise.”

“You’d let your bride-to-be travel beyond the barrier without you?”

“It’s not ideal, but I'd learn to live with it.”

“Terrific. All the sorcerers are gone.”

“The last thing he said to me was that he would never leave me and when he said it, I… I didn’t care.”

“Just be careful. We have enemies without and within.”

“A knight is defined not by skill in battle, but by the oaths they keep.”

“The fate of Tir Asleen may well rest on whether you succeed or fail.”

“I won’t fail.”

“I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“She’ll need you to be sensible when she’s rash.”

“I’m counting on you as I would any knight.”

“Don’t worry. There’s plenty of stuff I’ve done that you haven’t.”

“I think someone’s following us.”

“You know, that’s what I thought. Then I realised you’d have to be daft to follow us, considering we’re all going to die.”

“Wait, you think we’re going to die?”

“I wish someone had told me that. I’m really scared of dying. That and communal bathing..”

“Hey, they’re coming. Get down.”

“You think I’m a fool, fine, I don’t care. What we have comes around once, maybe, if you’re lucky.”

“Have you ever been in a fight?”

“You mean like, verbally?”

“I mean like, defending yourself against someone who wants to hurt you.”

“I can do other stuff, whatever you need! Tend to horses… Somebody’s gotta cook, right?”

“Are you any good?”

“I’m phenomenal.”

“So, what can you cook out here?”

“Seriously? You brought a flute?”

“Yeah, was that not a good idea?”

“My nan believed that music was a balm for the soul…”

“This is not some jaunt or your chance to see the world. It’s dangerous.”

“Well, you’re all so naive, it’s adorable.”

“You’ve never known pain, fear, hunger.”

“Out there it won’t matter who your parents are, or what you think you deserve. The world is bigger than you could possibly imagine, it doesn’t give a damn about any of you.”

“I know this is a silly question, but what is the barrier exactly?”

“It’s a force field, forged by Raziel and Cherlindrea to protect the realm. It was a refuge for those who wanted a life that was more than just survival.”

“I was the only one who survived.”

“That what you really think or what you wanna believe?”

“Why would I want to believe that he chose her instead of us?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to hate them.”

“One night of sleeping on the hard ground will cure anyone of their romantic fantasies.”

“Got to admire her persistence.”

“She’s going to get herself killed!”

“You’re not the boss of me, Princess! Not out here!”

“I like her. We should keep her.”

“Enough. We don’t have time for your bickering.”

“I don’t care if you like each other, we’re all in this together now.”

“Out here, in the world beyond, if you’re not vigilant at each moment, you will not survive.”

“This is exactly why you can’t come with us.”

“Why are you riding so slow? We’re being chased!”

“That’s not me, mate! You’re thinking of someone else!”

“I've never seen horses do that. What is Hsu-Gala?”

“It's an ancient Angorian word. It means, "Stop."”

“I wanted to say, I'm sorry, for the way I behaved. I was very childish.”

“I can understand not wanting to marry someone that you barely know. I wasn’t happy about it either.”

“You’re a very pretty person.”

“I just think you should be in love with someone before you commit to spending the rest of your life with them, right?”

“What about our responsibility to unite the realm?”

“One day you and I are gonna be in charge, and when that day come, we don’t have to do things the way our parents did.”

“Oh, Daikinis. Terrific. Just what I need.”

“What happened here?”

“Plenty. And if you’re not careful, it’ll happen to you too.”

“I’m out of the sorcery business now.”

“I’ve retired. So jog on.”

“My mother told me that once long ago, you stood together against the forces of evil and defeated them.”

“The world needs you again. It needs your magic.”

“It’s okay. She is who she claims to be. I read her mind.”

“Had you there, didn’t I? I didn’t read your mind.”

“You remind me of your mother.”

“Your brother’s alive.”

“I'm sorry, did you say, "beyond the Shattered Sea "?"

“I've travelled all across the world, met some real magical marvins, but I never met anyone who crossed the Shattered Sea. That's where all the maps end.”

“And that's where we must go. Beyond the edge of our world, into the unknown.”

“You shouldn’t be here, but it’s so good to see you.”

“No, you’ve made a mistake. I’m not… I’m nobody.”

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water-god19 · 2 months

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So this is it…we’ve finished x-force. All issues done. All story lines done and all interest done. So why do I still feel like nothing happen? Was time wasted? Was it really all for nothing…

Fair warning I do ramble on for quite a long time, but it’s for good reason! Anyways…let’s begin.

Chapter 1: A Promising Start/ First Impressions

When I first stumbled into the new era of the X-men I was originally very skeptical. For someone who doesn’t have any comic book knowledge outside of a few DC and Spider man comics from the early 2000s I was expected to be lost. But then after reading a little of the new era, made by Johnathan Hickman, I was truly intrigued in what I was seeing. Sure I had questions…many of which I wouldn’t get the answers to unless I read spin off comics of the new era. Despite that I was beyond HOOKED!

When I first saw this I immediately thought back to deadpool 2 and what they did with X-Force. Now not everything as memorable in that incarnation of the team you still had colossus, deadpool, and domino. 2 of which was seen here and the last one would come a little later. Outside of that I knew a lot of these characters already:

Beast

Wolverine

Colossus

Jean Grey

Deadpool

Domino

I’ve seen all this characters at some point in my life to give the X-force branding of comics a try, and thankfully I did. Sure, I didn’t understand a lot of the context behind why certain characters acted a certain ways but I could appreciate how rare those moments were. Most of the time if I just kept reading the issues I’d understand what was going on, especially in relation to the newer characters.

Kid Omega

Omega Red

Sage

X-23

Black Tom (I think that’s his name).

The dialogue between both the old and newer characters, to me, really sold me on this new era. It got me invested with what could happen to these characters. On the side note, I don’t really see many people talking about this, but the art style of these characters are VERY COOL!!! It looked fun and expressive! I’ll show examples of why I love the art so much throughout this. It really says a lot about what your gonna read, for better or for worse.

If it wasn’t obvious at this point, I clearly haven’t read comics or even x-men comics for years. So when you hear my opinions just remember that my knowledge on certain things are fairly limited in most aspects. I. Don’t. Know. Everything. Yet I’m still enjoying what I’m reading so far, with or without connections to the past. To me that only enriched everything, not the pinnacle of my interest in this initially. Anyway…let’s continue

Chapter 2: Enjoying the concept material

In my opinion, the first couple of arcs with x-force seemed like they had promise. They had a lot of interesting stuff going on. Take this for example.

Colossus, a mutant that everyone has heard of and it known for his heroism snaps the neck of this random mutant…THAT RAISES HUGE FRICKING QUESTIONS OF YOU ASK ME! Like why is he killing people? What’s the importance of this character to him? Based on how this is drawn it looks as if he struggled to kill her even though his face doesn’t portray that, the veins on his muscles do. Speaking of the art colossus looks more cold and distant being in his metal form…and every time I saw him before he never gave me that impression. It was always more light hearted rage fulled or disappointed dad (thanks Deadpool 2), but never cold murder. a more underrated question, HOW OLD IS COLOSSUS?! I mean he has a fricken beard now…didn’t know he could grow one.

Or…what about this!

Why does Jean look so…classic and basic in her design? Compared to Wolverine and Hank she doesn’t look like she belongs there. Even though she’s going through Omega Red’s mind she seems to be the odd one out. Speak of designs why does Hank got mad scientist energy now? Wolverine…more understandable since I’m pretty sure this guys a villain. Although this looks more painful than any super hero interrogation I’ve ever seen before. This doesn’t even look like interrogation, this looks like torture.

What really caught my eye in all this was the moral ambiguity at play here. Reading early x-force a lot of that was present, and as some one who loves seeing situations within the grey area this satisfied me greatly. Look at this conversation between beast and Jean.

Now I’ll address this later, but look at the points they make. Normally the X-Men are depicted as people who want coexistence between humans and mutants, yet here Jean weights the two evils and says lying is for humans not mutants. She views that as the bones honest path for x-force than what beast did.

Although beast, surpassingly, does have a point. A lie would only suffocate the process needed to save their nation. They already have enemies who would want nothing more than to harm them, so what’s the point in letting them strategize when he can just kill then now? Why should let billions die in the future when we can kill one person now and save billions?

Do the end’s justify the means…that’s for you to decide.

As for me though I’m picking up so many mixed signals here from beast on this one. Look his eyes, their blackened, this is mostly for evil, corrupted, shady, malevolent intent. Yet there’s a sense of honesty when beast confesses his mindset here. It’s almost as if he himself doesn’t enjoy the ruthless calculus of war at affect here. He hates himself for it. He wishes he could be on Jean side and yet after experiencing so much pain and damage he doesn’t see the point in being hesitant with those who want to hurt you. For him the line was drawn when they even had a thought of hurting Krakoa. Even Jean, who has her back turned towards him, seems to be getting what he’s saying. In some way she gets it. But she doesn’t want to get it, she doesn’t want to understand his reasoning but she does.

First time I read this I was stunned! Like all this was just one panel?! Wow! I really hope this continues onward. I would love to see every character get this much depth in them!

I could go on here for ages about this stuff, but if you really read x-force this is kinda what it’s about. At least until we get towards the end…which is where I started to realize the issues in all this beauty.

Chapter 3: Problems in paradise

Remember when I talk about how much I adored the concepts of what I was seeing? How much I loved what the art brought to the table so subtlety? Well…look at this.

Do you see anything wrong with it? Probably not. And honestly I didn’t either when first viewing this.

Just colossus suspiciously murdering someone. Initially I didn’t think much of this because I thought, “hasn’t he killed before? Why put such emphasis on this one?” But look back x-men history the writers and artist always illustrate the emotional distress of colossus murdering any one. He has never taken any pleasure in doing it, and he hardly does it. So when he does do it you gotta ask, “what did that person do to deserve that response from him?”

Anyway we’re getting side tracked here. Next photo.

Do you see a problem here? Again probably nothing. Art looks great, nothing outstanding but nothing terrible either.

On to the last photo.

Did you spot the issue? No? Well, just look at the number on the top left and right side of the photos. Do you see it now? I’ll explain. The first time we see colossus arc really begin is in the 24 issue of the comic. The next time we see it is in issue number 39. The very end of the arc is issue number 46. You could argue that his arc spanned several issues in between them…I wished it played out like that. The reason why I chose these 3 photos is due to them being the only time we see the colossus arc take center stage. Now you probably asking, ‘okay so if his arc wasn’t taking center stage then what was?’

This is what was taking place:

Change in X-Force leadership

The quiet council putting colossus as a member.

Beast going rogue and wolverine in pursuit of him

Kid omega disappearing in a fight after a corrupted Cerebro goes on the loose.

Kid Omega coming back, not really a kid anymore, but he has x-force follow to the future to deal with beast.

Beast and wolverine have a massive fight.

The build up to the Fall of Next before it was officially dubbed so. And so much more.

All of this was happening alongside the colossus subplot, it’s a boring waiting game. For someone reading this for the first time it felt like watching an amazing episode air for the first time only to wait a week or two later for the next episode. (Disney plus)…

But it wasn’t a week or two long it was YEARS! Years for a plot that could have being unraveled by some common sense by professor x only for it to never happen, despite them being in the same room with each other so many times! You literally see him on the quiet council every single day and get you don’t ask how he’s doing? Especially after seeing his behavior towards his own teammates?!

To his lover at one point?!

Thematically this works…but for the viewer this feels scattered and rushed. Hell the photo on top isn’t even from X-Force it’s from Immortal X-Men! Why is his arc being stretched like this, only to have no impact on x-force directly? I get it, if we spread out colossus influence it will show the readers how big of a problem this really is. The ripple effects of you will. But when the ripple effects don’t lead anywhere for a long time, constantly put to the sidelines by other major events, and then given a mediocre finale it doesn’t increase the impact it lessens it.

Not to mention the conclusion of this arc is simply colossus killing his brother which is earned don’t get me wrong, I loved that. His brother deserved death. But the very second we see colossus again it’s with x-force as if nothing happened. I don’t even remember if we had a conversation or a look into colossus psyche after everything happened. It’s just straight to the Fall of X which is already happening by issue number 43.

This doesn’t even stop at colossus though, domino has that same issue. Being skinned alive, tortured by an forgettable villain, and having it all be undone by a res set button called resurrection just feels wrong. Makes it seem pointless…

The true tragedy by far isn’t even those characters…it’s by the series main stars of the show.

Chapter 4: Beast Agenda Finale/Shattering my expectations

So Wolverine vs Beast. Again, another great concept from X-forces writers and editors. And another disappointment. Why? Because every time we get close to the conclusion to their huge fight beast manages to slip away. This one…this one got me the most upset. I remember waiting around for ages to see the conclusion of this arc, this cover art didn’t help.

Yet, despite the lies this cover baited you with we don’t even get close to the finale of the beast saga. He runs away, and the only thing that does die in this issue is just beast many clones. Boring, and useless.

But you want to know what really left a nasty scar on me during this arc. The characterization.

Was gonna show an example but I reached the picture limit…didn’t even know there was one.

Anyway, what I mean is characters don’t talk naturally. It’s always it either drive forward the conflict or to build up the conflict. There’s rarely any moments we’re characters just talk about what’s going on in their lives. It’s just moment to moment action. Feels lifeless.

Going back to beast, after reading what people think of this version of beast…I see where your coming from I truly do, but I love this version of beast. He’s actually the incarnation that got me interested in every other version of the character because his actions had context and if you had the context it would enrich the actions of this character. It wasn’t required but you were rewarded for doing so. Despite his very obvious flaws he has a point in a some of what he does. Or at least there’s an external reason that tragic on why he feels the need to do this. As explained with the Jean and Hank conversation I’d like to think the reason why Hank is fighting so hard for this country is because everyone saw what happened to Genosha! No one wants their homes to be destroyed by those who hate them the most. Not even that but it shows how broken Hank truly is from everything…that’s depressing yet intriguing to read.

And I wished this version of the character was treated with the same respect as the other incarnations and not given a shitty finale. A finale that completely reboots his character and pretty much states to the readers that we as the writers are done with this character and all that hyped up facade was worth nothing…no redemption and no future. It just hurts…and as I go back into the past to see better conclusions for this character I fear this version of the character could fall future and future down the rabbit hole.

This is why I hate reboots.

Last thing I want to say on this character is the art. What. The F@$&. Happened.

Beast (Prime), as he is referred to now, looks the exact same as the one in the past. For anyone thematic reason this could have, all I get from this is laziness. From an artist and thematic lens’s they should be different. If they had made them both different it would hit home how time has really change these characters. But since they look the same I guess that nuance also doesn’t mean anything. The art used to be diverse and fun while also being serious and dark. Now it’s just flare and boring not to mention lifeless. It’s just another pointless experiment for a pointless finale.

Anyway, thanks for reading this very long post, took me about 4 hours to finish this. Had a lot to say obviously 😂. Hope this gets you to understand how I feel about this whole thing, anyways thanks for reading and take care! Oh and if you want a better deep dive into the personality of both beast go to @positivelybeastly he does a wonderful job on that front.

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