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once-upon-an-imagine · 27 days

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I’d love a request where the reader is Bobbys daughter and dating Buck. It’s a hot day and the reader has gone to the firehouse to see everyone but she ends up feeling unwell because of the heat and Buck looks after her.

hello, love! ahh thank you so much for this request! and thanks to everyone who voted! it's my first time writing for Buck so I hope you like it! also, I'm not sure why, I swear I read somewhere that Bobby didn't know they were dating so that's kind of the course this took, so I hope that's okay! Warnings: reader faints because of the heat; I think that’s it, but always let me know if I missed anything Disclaimer: I don’t own 9-1-1 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁

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Heatwave

"Okay, how does this look?" you asked, placing the lasagna in the middle of the table. Buck had texted you that the team was on their way back so you needed to hurry up.

"For the third time, honey, yes. It looks good" Athena said as she brought the bread with her and you went over to finish the salad you were making. You had learned a thing or two from your father and you started to actually enjoy cooking. It brought the two of you together after you lost the rest of your family, and it usually helped calm you down, but not today. "Look, I know you're nervous about telling your dad about you and Buck, but you need to breathe and relax" she said, walking closer to you.

You had been seeing Buck for a long time now. At first, you didn't want to tell your dad, mostly because you weren't even sure if the two of you were serious. Then, it got serious quickly and the two of you agreed to tell your dad when you were both ready. So now, because the two of you wanted to move in together, you knew you had to tell him. So, here you were, cooking your father's favorite meal for lunch, and hoping to have your dad in a good mood for later tonight when you were going to finally tell him.

"I know, I know" you said to Athena, who had kindly volunteered to help you since it was her day off. "It's just... my dad has hated every single boyfriend I've had" you told her.

"Oh, I know. He's told me about all the insipid, idiot, good-for-nothings you've dated before" she said, making you widen your eyes at her. "His words not mine" she said, making you roll your eyes. "But he adores Buck, like his own son. I mean, they even went to a Bruce Springsteen concert together" she reminded you.

"Ugh, I know, nobody loves Springsteen as much as those two" you said, making Athena let out a chuckle. "Look, I know he loves Buck... as part of his team. I'm not sure if he's gonna love Buck as my boyfriend" you said, nervously.

"Of course he will. Because as much as he loves Buck, he loves you more than anything and anyone" she reminded you. "And he's going to see how happy he makes you" she smiled.

"You really think so?" you asked, smiling back.

"I really do" she nodded. It actually meant a lot to you what Athena thought too. You knew she didn't particularly like Buck at first, but she had mentioned to you how he's changed and how she sees that the two of you brought out the best in each other. "Looks like they're here" she said, when you saw the truck pulling into the station.

"Okay" you said, placing the salad on the table. "I think the bear claws are done" you said, wiping your hands on your apron, and went over to the oven.

"Really? You had to make his favorite dessert?" Athena said, rolling her eyes. "Aren't you trying a bit too hard?"

"Better safe than sorry" you smiled nervously.

"Hey, what's all this?" Hen asked, being the first one to get upstairs.

"Do I smell your dad's famous lasagna?" Chim was the next one to appear. "Please tell me I'm right" he smiled, seeing at the setup table.

"You are correct" you smiled.

"Oh, this is why you're my favorite Nash" he smiled.

"Hey! I heard that" you heard your father coming up. "This is a nice surprise" he smiled, looking at the two of you before he went over to his wife and gave her a kiss.

"Yeah-" Athena started before you interrupted her.

"It was Athena's idea" you quickly said. "I uh, just... tagged along to help with the cooking" you smiled as Buck and Eddie finally made it upstairs.

"Hey, little Nash" Eddie said, walking over to greet you. Aside from Athena, he was the only one who knew about the two of you. And Christopher.

"Well, I'm happy to see you" Bobby said, before walking over to you and kissing your head. "Both of you" he added. "This looks good, duck" he smiled as you rolled your eyes a little.

"Why is it that he calls you duck?" you heard Chimney ask when he was taking his seat.

"Why does he call you Chimney?" you smirked and he glared at you.

Your dad laughed and walked over to the table with Athena as he started telling Hen and Chim that he called you duck because you used to be a really grumpy kid and when you were a toddler, you sounded like Donald Duck whenever you argued with him about something.

"Hey" Buck said, walking closer to you as you walked to the oven. "How are you feeling?" he smiled.

"I'm... fine" you smiled wearily.

"You're a terrible liar" he chuckled.

"I know" you said, opening the oven and feeling the heat struck you. It was already extremely hot outside. This just made it ten times worse. "I'm just a little nervous" you said, getting back up, suddenly feeling dizzy, and making you drop the tray with bear claws a bit faster and louder than you intended on the counter, getting the attention of the four people on the table.

"Whoa" Buck said, worriedly, getting closer to you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Eddie asked. "You're sweating a lot"

"Yeah, no I just... felt a bit light-headed" you said, placing your wrist on your forehead.

"Did you eat something today? Maybe you need to sit down" Buck said pulling you closer to him. "Look at me" he instructed.

"I'm fine, sweetheart-" you tried smiling before Buck saw your eyes roll over to the back of your head and you collapsed in front of him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from falling all the way to the ground.

"Bobby!" Buck yelled, even if Bobby was already rushing to you as Buck and Eddie carried you to the sofa.

"Chim! Hen! Get your bag!" Bobby ordered. "What happened?"

"I think it's the heat" Eddie said as Chimney came running back up with his bag, handing Hen what she needed.

"Did she eat anything at all today?" she questioned.

"Not while she was with me" Athena replied.

"She didn't have breakfast either" Buck said, feeling guilty. He was the main reason why you were late and didn't have breakfast.

"What? She didn't?" Bobby asked, confused. "Wait, how do you know that?"

"Um... she texted me?" Buck smiled, nervously as Eddie and Athena shared a look, thinking it was probably best to give everyone some space.

"You two... text each other?" Bobby asked as Chimney and Hen shared a different, confused look.

"Oh, I did not see this coming" Chim muttered to Hen.

"Seriously? You didn't?" she asked before going back to examining you.

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You slowly opened your eyes and realized you were at the 118 station and you had a cold cloth pressed against your forehead. You tried to sit up but Buck quickly ran over to you.

"Whoa, easy there, love" he said, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. "Hi" he smiled sweetly at you, offering you a bottle of water. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit dumb, to be honest" you chuckled, accepting the water and taking a sip. "W-what happened?"

"You fainted" he reminded you. "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you hadn't eaten today?"

"I'm sorry" you frowned. "I didn't think it would be a big deal. I didn't have time to eat this morning and, then I went to work, and then I started cooking and I lost track of time and, I guess the heat didn't help" you said shyly.

"No, it didn't" your dad said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the sofa. "How are you feeling duck?"

"A bit better" you said.

"Well, it's a good thing your boyfriend is always alert and quick on his feet" he said, casually.

"Yeah, he- wait, what did you say?" you froze, realizing what he'd just say. "Did I hit my head?" you asked Buck. "Did my dad just call you my boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, sweetheart" Buck smiled apologetically. "I know you had a whole thing planned tonight, but I let it slip that you didn't have breakfast today, and well... I kind of told him" he explained.

"Y-you did?" you asked, feeling a bit nauseous again. "Does he know we're moving in together?"

"What?!"

"He does now" Buck said with a tight-lipped smile.

"You're moving in together?" your dad asked.

"I uh-" you stuttered. "Y-yeah" you admitted. "W-we were going to tell you tonight at dinner" you insisted.

"Is that why you came to make my favorite lunch? So I'd be in a good mood?" he asked, knowing you too well.

"M-maybe?" you smiled. "A-are you mad?"

"No, honey. I'm not mad" he chuckled, pulling you closer and kissing your temple. "I don't love the fact that you hid it from me for so long" he added. "But I'm glad you're with someone who I know cares about you as much as I know Buck does" he smiled. "And, if I'm being honest, I kind of suspected it for a while" he said, surprising you.

"You did not" you glared at him.

"You both are terrible liars and I mean, you only make bear claws when you're giving me bad news" he smirked, making you roll your eyes.

"Wait, does that mean, I'm bad news?" Buck asked.

"What? N-no" you said unconvincingly. "I make them when I'm not sure how he will react" you insisted.

"Yeah" Bobby said. "To bad news" he repeated with a chuckle. I'm glad you're happy, duck" he told you.

"Thanks, dad" you smiled. "I really am" you told him.

"I'm gonna go get you something to eat, okay?" he said, getting up and kissing your head again. "Don't ever scare me like that again" he muttered before walking away.

"So, your dad knows about us" Buck smiled at you.

"Yeah, and it didn't go bad at all" you said, excitedly.

"Not bad at all? Sweetheart, do I need to remind you that you just fainted?"

"Well, yeah but... I mean aside from that" you pouted, making him smile at you before giving you a peck on the lips.

"You really scared me" he said, worriedly.

"I'm sorry, love" you insisted.

"You don't have to apologize" he said. "Especially since it was kind of my fault you didn't have breakfast" he said, blushing a little. "But now that we are going to live together, I will make sure you don't leave the house without eating first" he instructed, making you roll your eyes a little.

"Fine" you smiled before he leaned in for another kiss. "I love you" you told him.

"I love you too" he smiled.

The End

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A/N: aahhh! I hope you loves liked it!

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chelseachilly · 5 months

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when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you're stranded at uni by yourself for christmas with no flights going to london, but your boyfriend has other ideas warnings: nothing but fluff ❄️🫶🏼 word count: 2.5k

author’s note: here's another holiday one-shot! hoping to write at least one more before christmas. also btw there is no regard for the actual chelsea december fixtures or club rules in this story lol. title from christmas tree farm by taylor 🎄

You’ve always loved snow.

You loved playing in it as a little kid, making snowmen with your parents and going sledding with friends. You loved watching it from your window your first year of uni, seeing the blanket of white make Edinburgh look even more magical. You love bundling up to go ice skating and drinking hot chocolate as the snow falls around you.

But right now, you absolutely hate it.

A massive snowstorm rolling through the UK has caused the cancellation all flights, including the one you were supposed to take from Edinburgh to London tonight. It’s your last year of university there, but you’ve never missed a Christmas at home with your family and your boyfriend.

Now, it’s two days until Christmas and you’re stranded alone in your little flat with absolutely no way of making it home.

“What? You can’t get a train?” Ben asks after you’ve explained your predicament to him sadly.

As much as you feel bad about missing the holiday with your parents, you feel really bad about not being able to see Ben. With your busy schedules, you’ve hardly seen him in months, and you even missed his birthday a couple days ago because you had an exam. Now, you were supposed to finally have an entire week with him in London.

You were going to go to Winter Wonderland and complain about tourists and end up going back to his to snuggle by the fireplace. You were going to have Christmas morning with your family and dinner with his, spending the whole day exchanging gifts and fond memories. You were going to watch his game on the 27th and bundle up in your warmest Chelsea gear to cheer your heart out for your man, which you’ve really missed doing lately.

You miss everything about him, really.

But instead, you’re going to be eating Indian takeaway leftovers and watching Love Actually to try to make yourself feel better.

“The trains are all full, I checked,” you sigh.

“Well, let me see if I can charter a plane-“

“Ben,” you cut him off before he gets ahead of myself. Although it’s quite extravagant for him to spend tens of thousands of dollars getting you there, you know he would do it in a heartbeat. “All flights are grounded, not just mine. It’s not possible.”

“But…there must be something.”

You can picture his disappointed face right now, and it brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you reply, sinking into your couch. “You know I would do anything to be there with you right now.”

“Don’t apologize to me, love, I can’t believe you’re going to spend Christmas alone,” Ben sighs. “This is so shit. I just wanna see you and hold you.”

“I know,” you exhale. “I miss you so much. The only thing that got me through exams was thinking about being home with you and playing with Oscar in the snow and baking cookies…”

You can feel yourself getting choked up, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as you think about all you’ll be missing out on. You feel a bit silly, knowing there are people with far bigger problems in the world, but you’ve been working yourself to death for the past month to ace your finals and this trip home was the shining light at the end of the tunnel.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ben says sadly. “I miss you so much too. I wish there was something we could do.”

“Like control the weather?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood despite the tears running down your face.

“You know I would do it if I could,” he replies seriously. “I’m sorry this is happening, babe. Maybe the weather will clear up in a day or two and you’ll still be able to make it out for a few days, yeah?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you breathe - some time with Ben and your family is better than nothing, but you’re still going to be alone for Christmas morning. “I should let you go, I don’t want to stop you from having a nice holiday too. Say hi to your mum and Alex for me when they get there, alright?”

“I will, baby,” Ben says. “I’ll text you later and call you in the morning, alright?”

“Alright,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye, love.”

The moment Ben hangs up, you toss your cell onto the cushion beside you and bury your face in the pillow, groaning in frustration.

After feeling sorry for yourself for a bit, you reluctantly get up and go to turn up the heat and change into something warmer, as the temperatures outside continue to drop. You grab Ben’s hoodie from your closet, a cozy grey one you stole last time you were in London. It barely smells like him anymore, since that was over a month ago and you’ve worn and washed it several times, but it’s still a small comfort to wear something of his.

You heat up your dinner and put on the film, although the romantic scenes and the shots of London only seem to make you more homesick.

You text Ben during his favourite part, which is naturally Hugh Grant dancing around 10 Downing Street.

The annual Love Actually rewatch isn’t the same without you babe. Hope you’re having fun with the fam ❤️

He takes a while to respond, which you hope means he’s having a better time than you are and enjoying being with his family.

You’re just drifting off to sleep when his text finally comes in.

It’s not the same here without you either. Goodnight baby, talk in the morning 😘

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing.

You briefly think it’s your alarm, but you don’t remember setting one, certainly not for 7AM, which is the current time according to your watch.

You blearily stretch your arms, a bit of a crick in your neck from falling asleep on the couch, and reach around haphazardly for your phone.

You see Ben’s name and contact photo on the screen and you quickly answer, worried something is wrong if he’s calling you at this time.

“Ben? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he assures you. “Can you go downstairs? There’s a delivery for you.”

“What?” you yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “What on earth have you sent me at seven in the morning?”

“Just go check, I think you’ll like it,” Ben promises, and you can hear the smile tugging at his lips. “Quickly, babe. This is time sensitive.”

You roll your eyes fondly as you throw the blanket off yourself and slide on your slippers, leaving the warmth of your flat to go down the stairs and see what’s waiting for you outside the main doors. You can only imagine what ridiculous present your boyfriend had shipped to you overnight to try to make up for your failed Christmas.

You tighten Ben’s hoodie around your body to brace yourself for the cold before opening the door, your eyes on the ground where you’re expecting the package to be.

Instead, you see a familiar pair of Nikes - and your eyes trail up to see the very familiar man wearing them.

You’re not sure if you’re dreaming, so you blink a few times, only to be greeted with the same sight - your perfect, adorable boyfriend standing in front of you in his puffer jacket and hat, his cheeks red from the cold and his smile absolutely blinding.

“Ben?” you gasp. “Why are you - how are you here?”

“I couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone.”

You meet him halfway as he drops his bags to the ground and opens his arms for you to throw yourself at him. You hug him as tight as you can, burying your nose in his neck and inhaling his scent. You can’t believe this is really happening.

“How the hell did you get here?” you ask as he squeezes your waist tightly and kisses the top of your head.

“I drove,” Ben murmurs.

You pull back to look at him, your eyes wide with disbelief.

“You drove? It’s, like, eight hours-“

“Twelve in a snowstorm, apparently,” Ben chuckles. “But definitely worth it for this.”

“You drove all night through a snowstorm for me?”

You can feel tears beginning to brim in your eyes once again, though these are tears of joy. You can’t believe how insanely lucky you are to have a man who loves you this much.

“Of course I did, I would do anything for you,” Ben says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, brushing his nose against yours. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s been a long night and I would really love a kiss.”

Without hesitation, you grab his face and kiss him passionately, sighing with joy at the feeling of being reunited with your boyfriend. You’re certain that this is the most romantic and wonderful thing anyone has ever done for you, and although you never expected the best kiss of your life to happen on your doorstep at 7am in a blizzard, this just might take the top spot.

“I love you so damn much,” you whisper against his lips when you finally pull away. “But I am also slightly mad at you for driving at night in poor conditions.”

Ben laughs and rolls his eyes a bit. “I promise I was safe, but can we go inside where it’s warmer before we argue about it?”

“Hmm, okay,” you grin, pecking his lips a few more times before helping him lug his bags up the stairs to your flat.

Once you’re inside and Ben’s taken off his shoes and coat, you waste no time in wrapping your arms around him and kissing him again.

“You’re freezing, sweetheart,” you murmur as his cold hands slide under your - his - hoodie to feel your skin. “Want a tea? Or do you want to go straight to bed? You must be exhausted.”

“A tea and a cuddle would be perfect,” Ben smiles, pecking your forehead.

You tell him to go get comfy on the couch while you make tea for both of you, and when you return, he’s waiting for you with open arms and a sleepy grin on his face.

You place both mugs on the coffee table and curl up next to him, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms and legs tangled.

You let out a content sigh as your bodies recalibrate after so much time apart. You knew you needed this, but you didn’t know quite how much until right now.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you murmur, kissing his jaw. “What about your mum and Alex, though?”

“I told them how sad you sounded on the phone and they encouraged me to go, though my mum was slightly nervous about me making the drive-“

“As she should be,” you scold gently.

“I told you, I was very careful, and there were hardly any cars on the roads,” Ben promises once again. “Anyways, they were all for it. They knew I would’ve been miserable without you there.”

You hug him a bit tighter, hooking your leg around his. “Wait, you have a game in three days. Did the club really sign off on this?”

“I managed to persuade Poch to give me today off to go see my girl, I think he’s a bit of a softie at heart,” Ben jokes. “And we have tomorrow and the day after off for Christmas anyways. We’ll just have to drive back on the 26th, the roads are supposed to clear by then. I know it’s not the same as Christmas in London with both our families, but this is better than being apart, right?”

“Ben,” you say sincerely, cupping his cheek with one hand. “This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. A cozy Christmas with just the two of us sounds absolutely perfect. Thank you, baby.”

Your lips meet in another sweet kiss, one that quickly escalates as you feel your boyfriend’s hands on your hips and thighs for the first time in a month. You moan into his mouth as he tugs you into his lap.

“I missed you so much,” you breathe between kisses, tugging his hat off to run your hands through his messy hair.

“I can tell, hoodie thief,” Ben teases, fiddling with the soft material. “You look unreal in that, by the way. And I missed you more.”

You smile into another kiss, getting completely lost in him and his scent and his touch. Even after years together, you’re completely addicted to him.

You’re ready to take it further and move to your bedroom, but you’re interrupted by a yawn from Ben. He tries to kiss you again afterward, but you laugh softly and hold his face.

“You need sleep, Benjamin.”

He pouts slightly in protest, but you kiss him again quickly and it goes away.

“Babe, you’re exhausted,” you murmur softly. “We can go cuddle in my bed and continue this later.”

Ben sighs and nods as you climb off him and extend your hand to help him up. He doesn’t let go of your hand, though, instead pulling you into another warm hug. He’s so sleepy and adorable that you could nearly cry as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

He’s always been a very tactile person, and you know that for every time you tell him how much you missed and love him, he will hold you a little bit longer or kiss your forehead to say the exact same thing.

When you finally pull apart, you take him by the hand and lead him into your bedroom. He strips down to his boxers, which is how he prefers to sleep even in the dead of winter. He says you run hot enough to keep him warm, though you’re not sure if that’s true or he just likes to maximize your skin-on-skin contact.

He’s much warmer now than when you found him on your doorstep, so it’s not a shock to your system when you climb into bed with him and he immediately pulls you into his chest.

“I promise once you’ve had a proper rest I’ll make the drive worth your while, baby,” you say with a slight smirk as you wrap your arm around him and nuzzle your face into his neck.

Ben just tightens his grip on you and closes his eyes, a content smile on his face.

“It was worth it the second you opened the door.”

As you watch your boyfriend drift off to sleep, feeling so full of love for him that you might burst, you make a mental note to make it extra worth it for him later just for that adorable comment.

After you’ve both slept a few hours and spent another few making up for lost time, you spend the rest of Christmas Eve watching films and baking cookies.

The next morning, you both wake up early and exchange presents in your festive pyjamas. It’s not the same as if you were in London with both your families, but it’s still perfect because you’re together.

And a year later, when you’ve graduated and you’re celebrating your first Christmas in your new home with a diamond ring on your finger, it’s even better.

i hope you enjoyed this story! and thank you for all your lovely comments on my last fic. if anyone wants to be added to a taglist for my ben fics in the future, please let me know! ❤️💚

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call-me-a-simp · 10 months

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No One Hates You More Than I Do

Surprising Change Of Plans (part 3)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

Summary: You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

The next morning you get up and notice Rhea sitting in the kitchen, same spot as yesterday. "Early bird huh?" you mock her a little. But she doesn't respond, she just keeps staring in the air with empty eyes.

Although you didn't like to admit it, deep in you there were feelings for her. Like, you can't deny it, she looks extremely good and it secretly made you a little jealous when she was flirting with others. But when she did it with you it made you angry, knowing she probably doesn't even mean it, considering the way she treated you the rest of the time.

"You okay?" you ask her and she closes her eyes and buries her head in her hands. "Alright" you sigh and sit down across from her "what is it?" Rhea needs a moment before she could respond, but then tells you that it really hurts her how you always treat her so coldly and that she meant what she said yesterday about really liking you.

For a few minutes no one says a word after she finished. You take a deep breath and speak up again. "listen Rhea, I don't know if this is just a trick but let's assume it's not. I'm sorry for saying I'd rather die than to be in a relationship with you, because it's not true. But before you gain hope" you quickly add, seeing her eyes glimmer with hope "we can't be in a relationship, I'm- I'm not gay you know? Yes you're good looking and yes you can be very charming and everything but I just don't like you that way. I'm sorry"

Rhea nods slowly as she prosessed your words. "Okay.. Guess we'll see each other at work then" and with that she stands up and leaves. You spend the rest of your day working out, doing stuff around the house, anything to distract you but your conversation from earlier just won't leave your head.

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The next day at work you have a meeting with your boss Triple H. He tells you that they have plans for you joining the Judgement Day. "Why that? Rhea and I hate each other in the ring and outside we also don't really get along" you throw in your concern. "Just trust me, I'm gonna work the things out on stage and you just have to try and befriend Rhea" he offers you a smile but you get up and leave.

You cannot believe what you just heard. You as a new member of the Judgement Day, how pathetic. You walk over to the work out area to skip some time before your match tonight, as Dominik crosses your way.

"Hey y/n" he greets you with a smile. "Hey" you mumble and try to get past him. "Is it right that you're joining us? Cause if so, I'm really excited to not be the youngest one anymore" he grins. You huff and push him to the side. You weren't in the mood for his happiness right now. Dom pauses a second to look after you confused before he continues his way.

Once you arrive in the workout area you lock eyes with Rhea who immediately pretends to be busy. You shake your head, thinking she's acting childish just because you rejected her. Someone taps your shoulder and you turn around. It was your boss again and he mentiones for Rhea to also get over to you.

"listen ladies. Rhea, I know you originally didn't have a match for tonight but you do now. And y/n, your opponent just called in sick, you're now fighting against Ripley. 's that okay with everybody?" he raises and eyebrow and looks at both of you with a serious expression. "Fine" you mumble, Rhea just nods. Before you walk away Triple H tells the two of you how he planned your reunion on stage and reminds you to work things out together in private.

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Your intro began to play and you walk out onto the stage. You were lucky to get your favorite song Hit and Run by LOLO as your intro. Pretty fitting, you think as you walk down the ramp with raised arms and a devilish grin. You enjoyed the sound of the cheering croud and them singing along loudly to your music.

"AND HERE WE HAVE THE QUEEN OF HEELLL" the announcer yells. You get into the ring and get up on the second rope, screaming along to your favorite line. "I GREW INTO THE QUEEN OF HELL" the cheers grew louder until your intro went quiet and Rhea's began to play.

"AND OH MY GOD WHO IS THAT? IT'S RHEA RIPLEY! SHE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE TONIGHT BUT WHO DOESN'T LOVE A SURPRISE MATCH?!" everyone in the room went wild and you had to fight the urge to cover your ears. Rhea on the other hand was visibly enjoying all the cheers and screams from the crowd and walked towards the ring as confident as ever.

You smiled internally. She looked good and you could totally see yourself enjoying her company at night. Fantasies of the two of you in bed popped up in your head and you quickly pushed them away. This was not the time to think about stuff like this, plus, you're not gay why are you even thinking about another woman like this?

The bell rings and Rhea shoots you her significant mischievous grin before attacking you with full force. You weren't prepared for it and stumble backwards into a corner where she locks you in place and hits your face a few times before the refs pulls her away. You use the distraction to pick her up and throw her against the ropes and onto the floor. She grunts in pain and while she's laying there you climb on the top rope to land a diving spash but Rhea rolls away just in time and you hit the mat hard.

It's going back and forth, everyone landing a few hits until you eventually end her with a chokeslam. Your song busts through the cheers and screams of the crowd. You're both panting heavily but Rhea grins up at you, mouthing "good game" before getting up and walking out of the ring.

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Part 3, sorry it took so long. Got the picture from her story some time ago and I think it's hilarious 😂

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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can i request bucky taking care of you after a long day at work? he cooks or orders in, helps you take a bath/shower, gives you lots of cuddles, reminds you how wonderful and strong you are.

(if you want something less fluff and more hurt/comfort maybe it's bucky taking care of you after a mission gone wrong. you're injured and traumatized, he knows how that is--he's been there. it's hard for him to see you like this, and all he wants to do is make it better)

okay, hope this isn't too long or anything!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥. || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

― pairing: bucky barnes x plus size!reader

― summary: no one ever said being a professor is easy, especially not when you're up to your neck in assignments you have to grade, but never fear, bucky will always be there to take care of his favorite teacher.

― warnings: literally none!

― wc: 865

⋆ a/n: thank you so much for your request! i'm so sorry this took literally forever and i'll admit that I've been slacking on answering requests, but i swear that i'm getting better! this'll actually be my second request i answer today i'm pretty sure!

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Sometimes you really regret your profession.

It wasn't like teaching the wise brains of tomorrow was all that bad, it was just exhausting, and being an advanced placement teacher, your students got more class work and tests than what you would have been comfortable with assigning. Of course, you let them know that, and they kind of expected it since they paid to take your course, but that just meant that you were up the spout with things that you needed to grade. You were kind of grateful for the spoiled rich students that took your class because they almost never turned anything in, so that just made your job easier.

Huffing as you walked in, Bucky could already sense what kind of mood you're in. He was surprised that you had managed to escape your classroom so early, you usually stayed in later. Kicking off your shoes, Bucky walked over to come and greet you, taking your coat off of you and hanging it up in the hall closet.

"How was work today?" He asked. You turned to look at him, tiredness written all over your face as you allowed yourself to collapse face first into his solid chest. "What if I just quit?" He heard you mumble into his shirt. He couldn't help but chuckle, his chest rumbling against your face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Your master's degree would have gone to shit then." He said crudely. You laughed, resting your chin on his sternum so that you could look up at him. "I guess so." You let the silence of the house bring you peace after having a full day of teaching rowdy young adults.

"How about I order in and run you a bath? Let me take care of you, doll." Bucky suggested. You weren't even going to lie and say that you could take care of yourself like you usually would, getting pampered tonight was exactly what you needed. "Yes, Buck, please." He bent down, wrapping his arms around your thick thighs so that he could haul you into his embrace. On any other day, you would have chided him, saying something like he was going to hurt himself even though he was a genetically modified human being, if anything, you felt like a sheet of paper. Bucky would say that you're probably the lightest thing he's ever picked up.

You allowed him to carry you to your shared room where you nuzzled into him, even though your embrace was broken by him gently setting you down. He began to take off your cardigan, followed by your white tank top, leaving you in your bra as he bent down to feel your feet from your flats. You sat down on the side of your bed, Bucky massaging your feet as you let out a content sigh. "God Buck," You said with a delirious laugh, "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were a masseuse." He let out a laugh too, lifting up both if his hands and wiggling his fingers, "It's all in the hands, sweets." He then sent you a wink as he reached for the band of your jeans, tugging them down.

His touches were innocent, completely focused on your comfort.

"You can lay here while the tub fills up, I just hope the food will get here after you get out." He pressed against your forehead before heading for the bathroom. You followed his instructions, getting cozy in your bed as you watched him turn on the water, searching through the cabinets in your bathroom for a bath bomb and bath salts. You smiled fondly, Bucky picking out all of your favorite scents.

"Alright, dollface. The water is all warm 'n smelling good." You got up, walking to the bathroom while he left to the living to order the food. You stripped the rest of your clothing, sinking into the warm water. Your muscles easily relaxed as the water enveloped your large body, caressing the aching parts of you as you felt like falling asleep.

You stayed in the water until the water slowly began to turn cold, your fingertips shriveled up like raisins despite how good and soft your body felt and smelled due to the bath bomb. Wrapping yourself up in the robe that was left folded for you on the toilet seat, you walked out into the kitchen where the Chinese takeout sat on the counter.

"The food's here just in time." Bucky said with a soft smile. "Chinese?" He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and leading you to the table so that you could sit down. He pulled the chair out for you so that you could sit down. "Mhm, your favorite." He sat down in front of you, both of you silently eating. The silence was peaceful, something that you didn't know you needed after the long day you had.

Words couldn't express how grateful for Bucky you were. Sometimes you questioned what you did in your past life to be able to deserve him, and you knew that if you brought this up to your boyfriend, he'd ask himself the same thing.

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harrywavycurly · 10 months

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Hiii! In the spirit of 4th of July weekend, I was wondering if you could do a text exchange or conversations you have with Eddie after you went out and forgot to reapply your sunscreen and so you got super burnt? If you could make it kind of funny and fluffy I'd appreciate it cause I'm currently in that situation and I'm struggling to find the humor in it. Thanks in advance!!!

Hiii babes!!! This was totally me a few weeks ago at the pool I came home and was BURNT it was a mess so I hope you enjoy this conversation, I tried to make it funny and fluffy😂💖

*Eddie didn’t mean to laugh but you do look like a very cute tomato*

“Hey baby I’m-” “before you say anything just know I’m about two inches away from a full bottle of aloe Vera and I’ll gladly toss it at your head if you’re mean.” “Jesus Christ….sweetheart did you even apply any sunscreen? You’re…you’re like as red as a fucking tomato.” “Are you laughing at me right now?” “Sorry sorry you’re a very…cute tomato but really baby are you okay?” “A cute tomato?” “I’m sensing you’re not gonna let that go anytime soon are you?” “Correct now…to answer your question no I’m not okay…I fell asleep at the lake and no one woke me up to reapply my sunscreen so now I’m sunburnt and…and it hurts.” “Oh fuck baby don’t cry I’ll uhm I’ll rub this aloe vera on for you if you want? I can put it in the fridge for a little bit so it’s nice and cold…how does that sound?” “That sounds good…” “who did you go to the lake with?” “Steve and Robin…and Nancy…and the kids.” “And they just let you fall asleep? What a bunch of assholes….here just lay down and I’ll get you an ice pack maybe that’ll help cool you down a little.” “Feel free to kick Harrington’s ass…he was in charge of reminding me to reapply.” “Don’t have to tell me twice consider his ass kicked…here…how does that feel?” “Feels nice…you know what would make me feel even better?” “Please don’t say watching The Notebook because I’m really in no mood to cry tonight.” “You’re such a softy but no…I think a kiss or two would make me feel a lot better.” “A kiss or two huh? Anything else?” “Nope because if you touch me anywhere else I’ll more than likely scream because it hurts.” “Thanks for the warning…kisses it is then…oh guess what.” “What?” “I love you…my little cherry tomato.” “I love you too you big ole softy.”

#Eddie extras #conversations with Eddie Munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson #boyfriend!eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

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moongirlcleo · 1 year

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Alright, one of my most down bad requests.

Nsfw pls!!

Kind of like minor angst, when Rogue thinks reader forgot Valentine's day because Reader is capable of stuff like that, they do a lot of traveling so her forgetting holidays and even her birthday isn't even surprising, it's still their anniversary, and you know the official bunny girl costume Mashima drawn Luce in, turns out she never forgot, surprisingly, so she got something commissioned after being pulled aside by Evergreen when visiting Fairy Tail, and had been waiting for it's arrival as to why she seemed ignorant, ofc what happens next happens next..

Ooooo okay okayy I see you I may have drawn reader wearing that for this little drabble. :p enjoy love!

”Another.” Rogue tipsily waved for Minerva to bring another round to booze toward him as Sting and Orga walked through the door.

"You sure you need another, buddy?” Sting looked at Rogue in confusion. “You hardly like to drink so what’s up?”

Rogue swatted his friend’s hand away and grumbled. “I’m fine, Sting. Go away and let me enjoy my night in peace for once.”

Orga and Sting shared a glance and walked away, with Sting muttering something under his breath.

"I heard that, you ass,” Rogue snapped. With a sigh, he knew the white dragon slayer was right. It absolutely wasn’t fine, and he had to come to terms with it. In fact, he was downright miserable because he knew you’d forgotten Valentine’s day. Worse yet, it was your first anniversary too.

"Where the hell is she, any way?" The last time Rogue had seen you, you'd been preparing yourself for a mission. It also wasn't unlike you to forget important dates, either. If the shadow slayer hadn't reminded you, you would've forgotten your birthday entirely too.

With the hundredth sigh of the evening, Rogue tipped the last of the alcohol down and stood up to head to his room. The darkness of his bachelor pad did nothing to lift his spirits, and Frosch was off on a little adventure with Yukino and Lector for the night so they could have some time alone.

Instead, Rogue found himself on the bed alone and in a horrible mood. He knew he shouldn't be too upset. Maybe you'd gotten lost, or...

"Stop it Cheney, enough," He growled to himself. "Working myself up like this isn't going to change anything." With a huff, he stood up to get undressed. He stripped down to his dark grey boxers and climbed back into bed, palming at his groin. He may as well get himself off and head to bed.

Rogue let his mind wander as he reached down and pulled away the boxers, letting his length spring out. He thought of you, and the fun the two of you would've been having. His dick twitched at the thought of tasting you- something he'd been really looking forward to.

Eventually, his thoughts worked him up enough to get going, rutting into his palm at an even pace, deaf to everything around him. Rogue didn't even notice the door to his room quietly open and shut as you entered.

You watched with a smirk at the lewd grunts coming from your clearly pent up boyfriend. So, you cleared your throat.

Rogue jumped at the noise, and instantly blushed. He blinked a few times at the sight of you and frowned.

"When the hell did you get here, yn?"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms with a dramatic pout.

"And here I thought you'd be excited to see me. But I suppose I can come back when you're done...?"

Still partially covering his erection with his boxers, Rogue looked down at his lap and then up at you again.

"I- no. It's fine, yn. You just surprised me, is all. I didn't think I'd see you tonight."

You flashed a sheepish grin in response.

"Yeah... sorry about that babe, I was waiting for something that took for fucking ever to get. But I'm here now. Do you want your gift?"

Confusion spread across Rogue's face. He put himself together and stood up.

"Gift ?"

"You didn't forget what today was, did you Ro?" A flash of something in Rogue's eyes had you looking at him funny.

"Me? No, I thought you forgot. I had a few drinks and figured you weren't coming tonight."

Realization flooded your expression. You gave Rogue a nod. "Explains what I walked into, then."

You placed your bag down and took your jacket off before turning to the shadow dragon slayer.

"It's in the bag. While you take a look, I am going to go change really quick."

You left Rogue to peek in the black bag you'd set down and hurried to the bathroom to change into the second part of your gift.

A small gasp came from the room you'd just left. Peaking out from the door, you caught a glimpse of his reaction. He stood looking at a painting of you in the sexiest pose he'd ever seen, wearing an outfit he'd always fantasized about fucking you in.

"Did... where did you get this painting, yn?" He asked breathily.

You remained silent, finishing tying your corset up before heading back out.

"When I was visiting Fairy Tail last week, one of the girlie's there gave me an idea." You came out, letting Rogue take in the scene before him.

The red in his face got deeper as he drank you in, the sight of you in the matching bunny costume as the painting.

Giving Rogue a coy smile, you walked toward the bed and sat down on it, staring at the rapidly growing bulge in his boxers.

"Yn..." He whispered. "You look so... fuck. You look so hot."

Rogue took a couple steps toward the bed, but you stopped him just before he could climb next to you. Instead, you pulled at the hem of his boxers, freeing his already leaking cock.

With out breaking eye contact, you lowered your head down and slowly licked from the base to the tip, watching his eyes already flutter in bliss.

"F..fuck. I almost forgot how your mouth felt on me, babe."

His words were breathless, as if he forgot to breathe. It made you chuckle.

"Well, stop talking silly and let me suck you dry. It's the least I can do for making you wait so long for me."

You took him in your mouth, going as far down to the base as you can without speeding up. You needed this just as much as he did. In reality, you'd never planned on being there late. But gods damn, was Evergreen slow with bringing you your items.

Rogue's hand found themselves in your hair, trying to not knock the bunny ears off the top of your head. You sucked and licked at him for a bit, listening to his moans grow stronger.

"Fuck babe.. I- I'm so. I'm so close... hah. Wanna fuck you still." You slowed your pace and looked up at Rogue with big, bright eyes. Grabbing onto his boxers, you pulled him toward you on the bed and he complied.

"How do you want me?" You asked him.

Without a word, he flipped you over onto hands and knees and ripped into your leotard, freeing your already wet core. Before you could complain, his tongue entered you from behind.

You moaned, arching your back to get his tongue deeper. Rogue smiled into you, licking up all the slick that had dripped down your thighs.

"Jesus babe," he muttered. "You're making it hard for me to not fuck you now."

"Who says you can't?" You shot back, trying to keep the whine out of your voice.

Rogue pondered this for a second, and positioned his hips to your entrance and slowly eased his cock inside you.

His breathing hitched as your tight walls were filled up with the feeling of him.

"Well that sound was absolutely delicious," he smirked. "Make it again."

By now, he was grabbing onto your hips and rutting into you fast, not even caring how erratic his thrusts were. You felt good. Too good. Rogue needed that release, and he wanted you to come with him.

He snaked his hand around you and began rubbing your clit as he railed into you, earning him more lewd moans.

You could feel your core tightening each time he rutted into you.

"You gonna cum with me baby? I'm so... so close," he panted. You nodded sloppily, too drunk with pleasure to think straight.

Both of you found your climax within each other, and the feeling of being filled up with his seed brought you over the edge. The two of you fell backward on the bed, tired and slick with sweat.

"Fuck that felt amazing," Rogue whistled. "Yn, you.. you really went through all the trouble to get those made for me? For today?" He looked at you with crimson eyes.

You smiled. "Duh, dummy. I wanted to make our anniversary special. Plus, it's been a while since we last... well, you know." A blush crept up your cheeks. "I love you, you know."

Rogue took your face in his hands and gently kissed the tip of your nose. "I love you too, yn. Let's get cleaned up and we can catch up."

A grin spread across your face. "I was thinking of round two."

The look on Rogue's face was priceless as he pulled you in his arms, kissing you deeply.

hope you enjoyed this love~

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pink-and-pearls · 1 year

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Hey, i'm new to Tumblr so i don't know how things work. But, do you do requests of OC's and characters from Anime? I have a suggestion,but you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

My OC Kabae x Hisoka being bf and gf, no smut please.

A/N: Helloo, I love your request 🥰 Hisoka is such a well-developed character! Also, sorry for the delay : ) I'm not really familiar with working with OC's, I hope you don't mind it, but I mostly work with Y/n. Therefore, this post is going to headcanons about Hisoka and mentioning indirectly y/n.

Disclaimer : English isn't my first language, please be indulgent with me.

Hisoka Morrow as a boyfriend (Headcanons)

Hisoka is difficult to understand since he never show who he truly is or what he truly feel, but with time you might see more about him. Though, you're probably the only one to see that since he doesn't show his true facade to anybody. In fact, you're the only one that managed to make the magician feel like human again.

Although this could be contradictory, Hisoka isn't the kind to have short term relationships. To be clear, yes might have played around here and there, but once he finds a true partners they're in for a long while. He can't just let anyone get close to him and expect them to leave easily. If you manage to be his, you're most likely to stay his.

Hisoka LOVES to spoil you, whatever you want he'll get it. This man is so ready to swipe his card he doesn't care at all. Makeup, clothes, shoes, purses, jewelry, nails, he's paying. You're his darling and he wants to show you how much he adores you. He also loves to match outfits and pieces of jewelry with you.

He likes to take you to fancy dinners on top of towers and stuff. He would you gift you a dress for the date and would leave a note like: "Wear this tonight my sweet angel ⭐-.-💧 xoxo ♡"

He calls you all the time and texts you a lot, because he wants to make sure you're doing well, that you have ate and to reminds you how much he loves you.

He is very protective and possessive, he doesn't like people staring at you or talking to you a lot. He wants you all by himself and desire your all of your attention.

God forbid anyone bothers you, this man has absolutely no patience for rude and mean people, especially if they're rude to you. Card will be flying and heads will be missing, he'll try not to hurt them for you, but won't hesitate to stand up for you (and maybe make them regret the day they were born.)

Hisoka loves to cuddle you, he likes the feeling of having you in his arms and whispering sweet things to you. Which often leads you to sleep on his chest and he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he tries not to move too much in he sleeps to keep you comfy. He plants soft kisses in your cheeks and caresses you delicatly.

When you're in a sad mood he tries to cheer you up by showing you magic tricks or cooking your favorite meal. He doesn't show it, but it really riles him up to see you upset. You're his sweet girlfriend and your smile is something he values deeply. He'd do anything to hear you laugh again.

Hisoka is extremely romantic, he talks to you sweetly swaying with your feelings with his words "My sweet little girl, you know how much I love you right? Hm?" He runs you a bath with flowers and candles decorated meticulously around. He ties your shoes, gives you piggyback rides when you're tired or picks you up bridal style. He kisses you passionately shaking your very soul and call you by all sort of endearing nicknames.

He won't say it but when you listen to him and take intrest in what he's talking about he falls in love with you all over again. He rarely gets to actually have conversations with people since they fear him, but when you just sit there laughing and smiling at whatever he's saying, he feels lucky to have someone like you. Someone who's just like rays of sun illuminating everything around providing a comforting warmth. Not so long ago he would find this pathetic, but he didn't know how much he craved this connection until he met you. He cherishes every moment with you.

Above all Hisoka is a very passionate boyfriend and he knows how to make you feel loved. Under his mischievous demeanor, he deeply cares about you and wants to make you happy. He's happy to have found you and appreciates all of the small gestures you do for him. Nobody has ever taken time to show this man a bit of compassion, but there you were making him feel things he never felt.

Being Hisoka's girlfriend means that every day is an adventure...

#fanfic #hunter x hunter #hisoka #hisoka morrow #headcanons #hisoka x y/n #hisoka x you #hisoka x reader

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Here's a fun article. DO'D shares ten links to things on the internet that he finds funny. I watched all the clips tonight, which made for an enjoyable evening of both watching things that ranged from baffling to mildly amusing to very funny, and of enjoying the fact that David O'Doherty picked them.

There was only one thing on the list that I'd seen before, and what an excellent pick. I've gone off panel shows a lot compared to the way I was a few years ago, I now remember spending mid-2020 watching every single episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats and Catsdown within about six weeks and wonder why that seemed like a good idea. But I stand by some of it. I still have a great fondness for early Jon Richardson (how generous I am with when I'd consider his strong "early" period to end depends on mood on a given day). I still think Sean Lock was breath-takingly funny. Catsdown was a funny show for the first bunch of seasons. 8 Out of 10 Cats was not, it was almost never good, but they did strike some excellent chemistry once they threw Sean and John together and I will never get tired of re-watching the best moment to ever appear on that show:

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I enjoyed David O'Doherty deciding Carrot In a Box was special enough to include on this list, even though the list is clearly meant to be for offbeat indie humour and not large Channel 4 panel show. Carrot in a Box transcends boundaries.

My two favourite things on the list that I hadn't seen before were Simon Bird and Claudia O'Doherty:

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Simon Bird surprised me because I saw student comedy and I figured it would be a sort of novelty thing where part of the humour comes from laughing at him for being so young and different to how he is now. But nope, it was just legitimately very funny. I was sorry I hadn't seen it before and glad DO'D directed me to it. Also, this was a year before The Inbetweeners started airing, I hadn't realized he was still in university so soon before it. Seems surprisingly young, though when I think about it, I guess being a year out of university is still a bit old to play a high school kid.

That Claudia O'Doherty + Natasia Demetriou sketch was really funny too, I've done some CO'D trips through YouTube but hadn't seen that one before. Obviously this rec reminds me that DO'D/CO'D being locked in a radio studio all night with Daniel Kitson back in 2006/07/08 would be somewhere on my list of offbeat, out-of-the-box choices for funniest things I've ever heard (after the fairly judgmental post I made last night about finding it annoying when comedians talk about their relationship, DO'D/CO'D is my proof that I don't always object to that, it helps if they're annoying about it in a way that's intentional and self-aware), and it's lovely that 17 years later he's still called her the funniest person he knows. The sketch made me laugh, Claudia and Natasia were both very funny in it. She's right, magic is stupid (I may be willfully misinterpreting the sketch through the filter of my own views).

Besides that, on the list there is a sketch that's probably funny if you ever watch cricket. A couple of videos where I feel like I'm missing some important context, probably related to Irish TV, that would explain why they're so funny. And Instagram account, and I think it's probably one of my unreasonable old person opinions that I have trouble with people referring to a social media account as a piece of comedy on par with a stand-up routine or sketch or something like that, but mascots during moments of silence definitely are funny. There's a video of Irish donkeys where I do not understand the point but I'm glad David O'Doherty's had a good time watching it.

There's this, which confuses me, and I definitely don't think it's the masterpiece that DO'D seems to think it is, but I did enjoy watching it:

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I'm not sure how much I enjoyed that one personally, I felt like I could really see why DO'D found it so funny. It seems like very DO'D-style humour, even though DO'D whole thing is being lowkey and this video is not particularly lowkey. If you took those lyrics - and that style of delivering them - out of the giant band and transposed them to a lowkey plastic keyboard, I could see this being the foundation of a DO'D song.

On an only very tangentially related note, I was listening to an episode of the John/Elis radio show today, and they were talking about when you accidentally send a text message to the wrong person, and Elis said David O'Doherty has a song like that. Which he does, but what surprised me is that the producer Vin was the one who immediately jumped in and supplied the title and summary of the song.

I'd been thinking for some time that Vin can hold his own with comedians surprisingly well for a guy who's not involved in comedy (to be honest he'll sometimes get to the joke or punchline in a situation faster than Elis does). A while ago I heard him express interest in Andy Zaltzman, and I assumed this must be because he's a cricket fan (I have, since making that post, heard him mention cricket several times, so I've confirmed that that's not just an assumption I invented based on his race), because he's come to this comedy radio show via radio and music, not via comedy. But now he's out there referencing David O'Doherty songs, and I'd like to apologize to Producer Vin for not expecting him to know about comedy. The song about sending a text to the wrong person isn't a particularly deep O'Doherty cut, he plays it a lot, but still. Impressive reference, if you happen to be the sort of person who's impressed by Chocolate Milk Gang references, which I am. Made me like Vin even more, I'm going to miss him when they move to the BBC. Which is too soon. I only have about 40 Radio X episodes left. It seems infinite when I started and now I'm running out. For some reason I feel like the BBC ones won't be as good. I don't want to run out of Radio X. It's okay, the audiobook will add 12 extra hours.

...I've veered pretty far off topic here, the main takeaway from this post is that you should watch the lethally meta Simon Bird student routine, and the Claudia O'Doherty/Natasia Demetriou sketch. You can watch the other things from the article if you want to, as I did, but I mainly recommend those. And obviously everyone should be re-watching Carrot in a Box at regular intervals anyway, for your health.

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notasapleasure · 2 months

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wip wednesday

it's no longer wednesday, but i did post this yesterday then doubted myself and deleted it. but now it is fished from the bin at the urging of @distressednoise! thank you buddy!

Having been reminded by this deliciousness that it was wednesday i decided to share some of the ongoing attempt to forge some in-character build-up out of the concept of 'brasso punches cassian and they have sex about it'. the concept is a hot potato flung gleefully in my direction by @r0b0tb0y and it's fun writing them both being kind of tetchy with each other but. you know this isn't going to be short whenever it gets finished...

also i made them a sad indie music playlist sorry i don't make the rules, the national and elbow just keep writing songs about them.

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"Ok. I'm really feeling the love here, Cassian. If you just wanted to drink in silence you could have helped yourself from Cavo's store and gone out to the wreck."

He had had a couple of drinks before Cassian had caught up to him, and it was clear he expected Cassian either to match him with talk or match him at drinking the nog. His cheeks were flush with a less than sober colour and his friendly gaze had a tendency to settle a little too heavily on Cassian's mouth between sips of nog. The authoritativeness in his voice was undermined by a hint of wistful longing when he complained about the nature of Cassian's company.

It didn't immediately puncture Cassian's bad mood, to know he was being admired like that - after all, he flirted constantly with Brasso and never got much of a response other than the odd lingering look or dismissive chuckle. It wasn't like Brasso was going to do anything about whatever his precise feelings were, even after a few drinks - they'd tested that possibility to death. He'd stare and blush and hope Cassian didn't notice, and Cassian would pretend not to have noticed, because - well, he'd have said it was because it would be too easy. Let Brasso be the one to make the first move, he was perfectly capable of it - he could be a risk-taker in his own quiet way, despite the image he liked to project. Besides, if Cassian was the seducer it would always be his fault when their friendship inevitably shattered under the pressure of whatever came next. That was how it always went, no point believing it would be different with Brasso, Cassian reasoned bitterly.

He glared as Brasso shuffled to the edge of the bed and reached after Cassian's drink. "Piss off," Cassian cringed deep into the chair, curled his lip and knocked back the remnants in his cup too quickly.

Actually, maybe that was the best way to drink it. He snorted and blinked and his nose fizzed with that awful aftertaste, but then it dissipated and there was just a glow from the alcohol lighting his chest and cheeks.

Brasso snatched the cup from him, tutted, and refilled both tumblers before handing Cassian's back. He looked up as he leaned across with the drink, guileless green eyes beneath long, pretty lashes. A silent plea for Cassian to confide in him, maybe.

Cassian sucked the taste of nog from the inside of his cheeks and met Brasso's eyes with unflinching scrutiny, direct and hot, blazing with a frustration he wouldn't articulate. A challenge that met Brasso's invitation head-on.

It went unanswered, though. Brasso looked down, prim and coy as a stone-layer in ceremonial uniform, and Cassian felt the heat of the alcohol twist and change its form inside him, suggesting ways of distracting himself that didn't involve cheating at holocards, lying about where he'd been, or confessing to any fraternal guilt.

The acrid taste of fury and loathing that proceeded any self-destructive action welled up in the back of his mouth, and Cassian took a more reckless gulp from his refilled cup. He wouldn't let it be his fault, but he'd make up for his earlier failure by provoking some kind of honest action from Brasso tonight. If Brasso wanted to know about Cassian's fuck-ups the least he could do was pre-empt another one by doing something about it himself.

Cassian's eyes roved over his drinking companion, toe to head, and he wallowed in grimly smug anticipation of where the night could go if Brasso would just act on one of those loaded little gestures of his.

Brasso was sitting up straight on the edge of the mattress again, his cup in one hand resting casually on a broad thigh, his knees spread wide and his gaze wandering over the ceiling in a show of exasperation. Even exhausted at the end of the week, skin smudged with oil and stubble too long to be considered neat, Brasso still wasn't dishevilled. His overalls fit him perfectly and the shoulder straps never slipped an inch. His collar was undone far enough to ventilate, but never so far you could see the hairs at the top of his chest. His sleeves stayed where he put them when they were rolled up, even folds against brown, muscle-ridged forearms.

Cassian was yet to figure out his next move with regard to finding his sister, but a different flash of insight had come to him: that he would kill to see Brasso come undone a little. To lose control of himself just a bit. Cassian sipped from his nog and this time savoured the nasty burning sensation on his chapped lips. He wondered what Brasso looked like when he was really furious, or really lost in the throes of fucking. He wondered how red those cheeks could go, how much strength those hands had when throwing a punch or tightening on a throat. He'd wondered these things before, in passing, but never with such deliberation. Never when drinking and laughing, playing cards and bickering - they were always talking, always keeping moving. Never when he'd found himself so restless with dissatisfaction; cornered and forced to stop and take stock; checked by inarticulate, stymied want.

Cassian shuffled in his chair and smirked coldly at the idea of this new distraction. If he could provoke Brasso to some loss of control then - well, whatever happened afterwards could hardly be his fault alone. And he'd be doing Brasso a favour, really - Brasso had been making eyes at him for years and doing nothing about it. It was time for Cassian to help his friend out, the way Brasso had always been so generous with his own assistance.

"It does taste like bantha piss though, Brasso, you've got to see that," Cassian nudged more playfully, gesturing with his cup.

Brasso gave him a withering look in return. "Connoisseur of bantha piss, are we, Cass?"

Cassian shrugged. "I mean, clearly you're the expert."

That kind of jibe wouldn't be enough to scrape Brasso's armour, it just skimmed along the base level of their conversation. As expected, Brasso merely rolled his eyes and took a drink from his cup.

Noticing that Cassian was staring at him, wide-eyed and expectant, Brasso huffed a sigh. "It's an old recipe, Cassian. Not like that watered down coolant they pass off as nog on Morlana One."

The sly glance he gave Cassian would have been subtler had he been sober. As it was, Cassian pretended not to have seen it and nodded, smirking into his cup. "Morlana One? Wouldn't know."

They could play this game all night, Cassian imagined - Brasso trying to coax the truth out of him as Cassian willfully evaded answering.

But Brasso didn't have the patience for that tonight. He gave a huff and pinned Cassian with a glare. "Come on, Cass. Joyride? I don't think so. You've been on Morlana One."

He was so confident he'd guessed correctly - and what's more, he had. It annoyed Cassian more than the game of denial entertained him. His expression twitched darkly and he took another sip of nog. The aftertaste was so pervasive now, it was barely noticeable as an aftertaste, and it was much easier just to carry on drinking. "What the fuck do you know about it?" He tried to cover his tracks with scorn.

"I know that there's a clue in the name: if you've been for a joyride you're usually in a better mood than this."

Cassian's smart reply was on his lips before he could deny anything: "Except that time the life support broke down -"

"Except that time the life support broke down the other side of Morlana, yes, I remember..." Brasso spoke over him and waved a dismissive hand. "I remember every version of that story, you wouldn't shut up about it." The weight of his stare seemed to force Cassian deeper into the upholstery and the thick folds of his coat. "Obviously not the same, is it?"

Cassian's crumpled, angry mouth was hidden by his collar as he tucked his chin into his jacket. He was meant to be teasing Brasso into revealing his own secrets, not being cornered into talking about what he was trying to avoid - fucking Brasso, always turning the tables on him. Always doing it with that steady, patient voice, those quick-moving eyes that scanned Cassian's expression and read all that was meant to be off-limits. Cassian didn't like to be looked at with pity - but pity was never the motivating factor in Brasso's interrogations. Cassian wished to the stars Brasso would just punch him instead of looking at him like he was doing.

"What happened on Morlana One, then?"

#as i said on the previously posted tags:#getting over the idea that they reached s01e01 and hadn't fucked before that was probably the hardest part of the concept #but i am riffing off the snippets robotboy has shared with me and it's a fun challenge :3 #arguing over bad alcohol is 100% a jo fic set-up so thanks for handing that to me for free tony #brassian #my fics #my wips #wip wednesday #belated

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amoreuxx · 1 year

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i will be, too. — psh.

tags: slight angst

the loud music was supposed to get you excited, ready to go to the dance floor and have fun dancing. but here you were, on your seat, weakly jabbing food on to your fork. your boyfriend was sat next to you, watching the other people in the venue do their own things. he was quiet. there was tension between the two of you, not something you thought would happen during prom night. "do you wanna dance after you eat?", he quietly asked you. you looked at sunghoon, but immediately regretted it. he had this sad look on his face, and you're sure it reflected on yours too. this wasn't the night you were excited for.

sunghoon and you had been in a relationship since sophomore year. of course, those years were filled with fun and love. he was a sweet guy, the ideal of most girls. he made sure to always consider your feelings and make time for you. you consider yourself very lucky to have him to yourself. but lately, it seems like being with him was suffocating. so many misunderstandings and arguments over the smallest things. it made you think something changed, it was either him or you. maybe both. but it was so sudden that it hurt because you don't know why. sunghoon still tries to make time for you, but now it feels like he's forced to do it. you liked his presence, but maybe because you're just used to him being there. moreover, you tell him off or he does to you for something either of you did, but it wasn't that big of a deal. rather, the fights that come after become one. it was getting tiring. you were tired. as much as it'd hurt to say, it was obvious the two of you weren't getting along as well as before. and it was becoming more and more frequent.

"sure.", you said, answering his question from earlier. you really had no energy to finish your plate, so you just left it there and headed to the dance floor with sunghoon. right when you arrived however, the music stopped and someone got up on stage. "hi! hope you're all having a wonderful night tonight!", the person on stage said and the crowd cheered. you see they were preparing for a performance with all the set up of guitars and drums. "alright, we're gonna switch it up a bit.", they said. "i'm sure you're all tired from dancing, but how about we take it slow this time?" the crowd cheers again and you can see people dissipating into pairs. the band was last minute checking their sounds. once they were settled, a strum of a guitar played. the hype mood immediately changed into that of a somber one.

I see a rose

It reminds me of you

Oh, so precious

With thorns that could hurt me

you were surrounded by people slow dancing to the song. you realized the lyrics weren't sweet but rather hurtful. it reminded you of something. and it was just fitting for your situation. nobody else seemed to care about the sadness of the song but you as they continue to sway to the it. sunghoon held out his hand and you took it. he placed a hand on your waist and guided you to the music. the two of you weren't even looking at each other. you probably couldn't. each second passing, as if like a rose's thorns, the lyrics continue to prick you. "hey, uh,", sunghoon began to say something. he sighed and shook his head. "i-im sorry." when he apologized, it felt like your heart was being shattered. he didn't have to, but it felt like it had to be said. "these days... there is something that doesn't feel... right. I'm pretty sure you know this, too." you still couldn't look him in the eye. "hm." you just hummed in response. "i haven't been the best for you and i seem to always make you upset recently.", he continued. "i feel like i'm tiring you out when you deserve better." you shook your head. "i'm okay.", you say in a strained voice, betraying what you wanted to project. he sighed again. "listen, i love you." that made you look at him in the eyes. ones that were mirroring the sadness you feel. "i truly do.", he said softly. it took a moment but, "i love you, too.", you tell him.

though, both of you know that that love had turned into loved somewhere along the way.

And there's one

There goes another

I'm plucking the last one

And just like that l'm all gone

the two of you continued to sway to the music. both of you continued to dance in silence. not much words were needed to tell what it is you wanted to say to each other. it was a given for the both of you. just like the lyrics were repeating to the end of the song, I'm all gone, you truly were.

the both of you were.

and as the song ended, so did you.

#sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon angst #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #angst

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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"Funeral" ~ S. Reid

pictures not an actual depiction of reader; Spencer Reid icon by @ofwilliamandwalter (lmk if u guys want the icon)

Summary: After Emily Prentiss's death, Spencer notices his cravings for Dilaudid coming back. In an attempt to distract himself from everything that's happening around him, Spencer begins using weed. Little did he know what one intoxicated phone call would lead to…

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (reader is Emily's cousin)

Word Count: 2,572

Content Warning: usage of marijuana, Emily's funeral, mild swearing + two uses of "God", sexual humor, mentions of Spencer's drug addiction

Genre: Angst with a lil bit of Fluff and Comfort sprinkled in, sorta Open Ending?

Extra Notes: i kind of forgot Spencer was on a cane at Haley's funeral and not Emily's but it's too late to change it now so AU? // i have never been to a funeral before so my knowledge of how funerals work is v limited

Based On the Song: Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers

Originally Written: over the course of 03/29/2022 to 04/06/2022

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"𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞." - 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

Y/N sat by the phone, waiting for the phone to ring like she did every night at 8:45 p.m.

She took another hit of the joint she was smoking, giggling at the smell when the phone finally began ringing. "Hi," she answered giddily, perhaps a little too giddily.

"Hey," the man on the other side of the phone answered. "How was your day?"

"Awful," she told him, followed by a small chuckle.

"You seem a little happier than you usually do."

"That's because I upped my dose. I just took my second extra hit," she explained. "Told you my day was horrible."

"Yeah, mine was pretty terrible too," he chuckled in agreement.

"Have you had any tonight?"

"Uh, no, actually. I just got home not long ago," he answered.

"Then hit some, silly," Y/N laughed, breathing in the heavy smell of the weed. Changing the subject, she commented, "You know, I'm thinking about changing up the place."

"Are you sure that isn't the weed talking?" he joked as he attempted to find a lighter.

"No," she rolled her eyes. "I'm serious."

"Well, research shows that filling your home with decor of certain colors can improve your mood and help your focus. For instance, blue might make you feel -"

"You're too chatty when you're sober," Y/N giggly interrupted him.

"Sorry," he replied shyly.

"I'm just kidding, Spencer," she apologized. "I love it. I could listen to your voice all night long."

"Well, now I know it's the joint talking," he kidded.

"Spencer Reid, you take that back right now."

"I will not," Spencer argued, finally taking his first hit of the night.

"And why is that?"

He chuckled multiple times, one after another. "Because you know it's true."

"Did you finally find that lighter I could hear you searching for in your junk drawer?"

"Maybe," he chuckled again.

"You know, you're weird when you're high. You always start out really funny and laughy and then you get really sad."

"What do you think I talk to you for? You're like my weed therapist," he said, followed by a small snicker.

Even in her intoxicated state, Y/N still found a way to be offended by his comment.

Due to her silence, Spencer was able to conclude that he'd hurt her feelings. He was quick to apologize though once he realized her mood had suddenly changed. "I meant that as a joke, Y/N. You know I love talking to you."

"Sure," she replied sarcastically. Changing the subject again, she exhaled and commented, "I don't know. I feel like changing my apartment could improve my mood or something. I have a family member who died recently and while we weren't all that close, hearing everyone talk about her has me thinking maybe I should brighten the place up. Which reminds me, if I don't call tomorrow, I have a funeral to go to."

"Huh, small world. I also have a funeral to attend tomorrow."

"Yeah, it's my mom's cousin. They asked me to sing," Y/N said, scoffing at the end of her sentence. "I don't know why everyone in my family is obsessed with my singing voice. Personally, I think I sound terrible," she giggled.

"You're being modest. Your voice is beautiful," Spencer argued.

"Now that… that is the weed talking," she giggled.

"Sing something for me."

Y/N rolled her eyes as if Spencer could see it. "Are we gonna do this every time we call each other?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I'll humor you since it's the two week anniversary of our first call," she told him. "Hey, Jude. Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better," she sang through her end of the phone. "You know, that's what they want me to sing tomorrow. Hey Jude."

Even with her voice slurring from the effects of the weed, her voice still managed to be the most beautiful thing Spencer had ever heard. "It suits your voice. I think they'll love it."

"Kiss ass," Y/N giggled.

"No, I mean it."

"Nope, you're a kiss ass."

"And I suppose you aren't a kiss ass? Even though you compliment my every move?"

"That's because you deserve it, Mr. Genius," she replied matter-of-factly. "I'd trade my voice for your IQ any day of the week."

"Well, we could always join forces and use our skills together."

She knew exactly what he was implying. "Spencer," she stopped him.

"I'm serious. We should meet up in person."

"OK, first of all, you've only been calling me for two weeks. Second of all, you know why we can't do that."

"And why is that?" he questioned sarcastically.

"Because I can't let the FBI know that one of their agents is having phone sex with a known pothead who works two part-time jobs just to stay in D.C."

"We do not have phone sex," he scoffed.

"We should," she blurted out, followed by a long trail of laughter.

"I'm serious though. I think the team would love you."

"They'd love throwing me in jail."

"They'd throw me in with you considering I smoke every bit as much as you do."

"Now you do. Two weeks ago when you started, you would've thought you were hitting a joint of air," Y/N snickered, attempting to stop herself from another full-on laughing fit. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, before saying, "You know, you never did fully explain to me why you started smoking all the sudden two weeks ago."

Spencer sighed, noting in the back of his mind that he was about to turn into the sad stoner she'd mentioned earlier. "A couple years ago, I was addicted to Dilaudid. It only lasted for a couple months but it was still a hard thing to get over. As soon as I got the news that my colleague had passed away, I had the urge to start using again. So I thought using something natural like weed would help me, but it's never been as good as the Dilaudid."

"I once had a boyfriend who told me, 'The last is never as good as the first,'" she told him. "He claimed he was talking about how weed would never be able to replace acid, but I'm still convinced he was talking about one of his ex girlfriends."

Spencer chuckled at her statement, though he knew there was some truth in her ex boyfriend's words. He randomly glanced at the clock, noticing it was past his normal bedtime. "I gotta go but I'll call tomorrow if I get a chance," he told her.

"Good night, Doctor."

He felt a small blush appear on his cheeks, secretly grateful that she couldn't see him. "Good night."

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The next day, Y/N found herself dressed in her favorite black dress and sporting some dark lipstick, stepping out of her car at the cemetery.

The gathering was small, much to Y/N's surprise when one considered her great-aunt was a U.S. Ambassador. She always assumed that her great-aunt knew practically anyone and everyone.

Y/N spritzed herself with perfume one last time, insecure about the possibility of her clothes smelling like weed, before taking a deep breath and walking over to the crowd of people.

Meanwhile, at Spencer's funeral, he found himself limping over to a group of people he knew, questioning why he used that damn cane considering how it frustrated him more than it did anything else. Spencer stayed close to the few people he knew, a.k.a. his colleagues, nervous to talk to anyone else. He, too, was insecure about the smell of his clothes, though it wasn't until one of his coworkers made a comment that he actually thought about the smell.

"God, Reid, you been burning incense on the car ride over here?" Derek laughed.

"You know, Morgan, incense actually has many health benefits. For instance, lavender incense has been known to aid sleep and reduce stress and anxiety," Spencer corrected him.

"Well, maybe try a different scent next time," his colleague chuckled.

Just then, Spencer felt someone bump into him. He was sure it was his own fault, seeing as he was paying attention to Derek and not where he was going. "Sorry," he blurted out.

"No, it was my fault. I'm sorry," a voice, a familiar voice, replied.

Spencer took in the sight and scent of this woman who bumped into him. He noted that she smelled strongly of patchouli and vanilla, and that the dress she was wearing fit her body perfectly. He couldn't lie, he was intoxicated by her, and he'd only said one word to her.

She gave him a quick, awkward smile before running off after a woman who looked almost exactly like her, just older, and the woman he knew to be… Emily Prentiss's mother?

"Woo-hoo, lover boy," Derek kidded, waving his hand in front of Spencer's face.

"Huh?" he asked, breaking away from his trance.

"Need I remind you we're at a funeral? Emily's funeral?"

"Sorry," Spencer shrugged. "You're right."

"Hey, I'm not saying she wasn't pretty. But she was walking away with the most important woman here."

Spencer sighed, nodding in agreement with coworker.

Derek began walking off toward his seat, Spencer hobbling off behind him.

Elsewhere, Y/N sat down next to her mother and great-aunt, feeling both sets of their eyes staring holes through her.

"Is that really the most funeral-appropriate dress you had?" her mother whispered.

"I think Emily would approve of my dress. Don't you think, Aunt Eliza?" Y/N quipped, situating her dress as best she could while remaining seated.

"Emily, yes. The rest of your family, no," Elizabeth commented, almost daringly.

Y/N smirked. "Good thing we're here to honor Emily and not the rest of the family."

"Y/N," her mother scolded.

Y/N rolled her eyes, turning back to face toward the front. She felt a separate pair of eyes on her, glancing around and attempting to figure out who else was staring at her.

Finally, she spotted the extra set of eyes, sitting in the front row on the opposite side, where the pallbearers were seated. It was the man she accidentally bumped into earlier, the one with the cane. She thought at first he was also concerned about her dress, but realized his expression was much more gentle than judgemental.

She shot him a smile, causing him to nervously look away. Once she was sure his eyes were no longer on him, she took a moment to look him over. She couldn't lie, she found him quite attractive, but had to reel herself back in. After all, she was at a funeral.

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"At this time, we'd like to invite Y/N Y/L/N to sing one of Emily's favorite songs," the priest introduced Y/N.

She took a deep breath as she walked up to the mic. She took one final sigh before the song began playing over the speaker.

"Hey, Jude. Don't make it bad," she began singing. Her eyes were clenched shut, knowing if she so much as even thought about anyone looking at her, she'd teleport back to her seat.

Spencer felt a breath hitch in the back of his throat. He finally realized where he knew her voice from, the girl on the phone.

He kept his composure, distracting himself by focusing on the sound of her voice. He knew she had a beautiful voice, but he didn't realize how much more he'd appreciate it when he was sober.

Once she finished her song, Y/N practically ran back to her seat. She knew she should've taken an edible or something to calm her nerves beforehand, but she remembered that she promised she wouldn't for Emily's sake.

Spencer looked at her from across the way, noticing a shift in her body language. He could tell she was nervous, and figured it was probably because of the lack of marijuana in her system.

Fortunately for Y/N, singing "Hey Jude" was a sign they were in the home-stretch. All that was left was Emily's burial and the reception, which she wasn't technically required to attend.

However, two hours later, she found herself surrounded by pretentious businessmen and women in flamboyant suit-dresses.

"Thank you," Y/N said as yet another businessman complimented her performance and walked away. She shot an annoyed glance to her mother, who simply replied with an eye roll.

"Don't act like you don't like the recognition," she'd commented multiple times throughout the afternoon.

Nevertheless, Y/N attempted to blow it off and have a good time.

However, when the man from before came hobbling along with his cane, she found it hard to focus on anything else besides figuring out why he'd been staring at her earlier.

"Hi," he smiled awkwardly once he'd finally reached Y/N.

"Hi," she smiled back in a similar tone.

"I just wanted to compliment you on your performance earlier," he explained.

"Thank you," she replied. She could've sworn he sounded familiar.

"You know, your voice reminds me of someone I heard sing that song before."

"Yours too," Y/N thought. Instead, she opted for a kind smile, as she was unsure what to say.

"Reid!" a tall, black man called for the brunette in front of her.

Y/N's eyes widened when she heard the name. "Oh, my God. You're Spencer?" she asked.

He gave her a kind smile, nodding at her question. "And you're Y/N," he sighed, overwhelmed with internal joy from finally meeting the woman on the phone.

"Reid, why'd you lea- Oh," the other man said as he walked up. He gave Spencer a teasing look once he'd assessed the situation.

"What?" Spencer asked, confused by his colleague's behavior.

"Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend?" he smirked.

Spencer sighed in annoyance. "Y/N, this is Derek Morgan. Morgan, this is Y/N."

Y/N held out her hand, Derek taking it in his immediately. Derek was silent for a moment, but he could've sworn he smelled… weed?

It was like a switch clicked in his brain. Spencer smelling like incense, Y/N smelling like weed.

Spencer must've noticed a change in Derek's behavior, seeing as the next thing he asked was, "What? What do you know?"

Derek smirked. "I don't know what you're talking about, pretty boy."

"You know something. You have that look you always get when you know something's up," Spencer reiterated.

"Nothing," he said, "Just that it makes sense as to why you smell like incense and why you never go out at night anymore."

Spencer's and Y/N's eyes both widened, realizing what he meant.

"Don't. Tell. Anyone," Spencer demanded.

Derek began walking away, a smug smile still across his face.

"Morgan!" Spencer called, attempting to run after him as best he could while still using his cane.

"Hey," Y/N stopped him, grabbing his hand. She couldn't believe she was finally touching him for the first time, much less holding his hand.

Spencer turned back to look at Y/N, who had a smirk matching Derek's plastered on her face. "Yeah?"

"Call me later… pretty boy."

Spencer turned away to hide the blush on his face that she'd just caused. He looked forward to calling Y/N every night, but this was a call he knew he'd never want to miss.

"𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞." - 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞

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pangolinheart · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 5 - BARBAROUS

Uhhhh I really don't know what happened with this one gang it kind of got out control. I couldn't help but think about the Werlyt questline, which are probably the bosses that Rhiki has found the most viscerally upsetting of any that she's faced. I thought it would probably remind her of all of the people she knows from Garlean-occupied territories. So because angst is squarely within my comfort zone, I decided to make it vaguely shippy to stretch my brain a little, with a pairing that I at one point bandied about but never really totally sold myself on. Anyway, in the spirit of the event and because I'm queueing this at 2:00 am, this has only been loosely edited. Apologies in advance for any typos!

Rating: Teen Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Characters: Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light), Sidurgu Orl Pairings: Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of Light Word Count: 2,750 Content Warnings: Mentions of (non-explicit) body horror, mentions of character death, mentions of alcohol use, general angst

“Alright, what’s going on?” Sidurgu asked, closing the door to his room behind them.

Z’rhiki spared him a glance and a brief quirk of her lips as she moved past him deeper into the room. She slumped onto the edge of his unmade bed. “That obvious, huh?”

“Yes.” It really was. She couldn’t have believed she was hiding it well. It looked like she hadn’t slept in days – dark circles ringing her eyes and her skin an unusual pallor. Her hair was always tousled and choppy, but tonight it looked actually unkempt, perhaps from being blown about in the cold Coerthan wind. She hadn’t reached up to fix it, though. In fact, he noticed, she was hardly moving at all. It was strange to see her awake but almost entirely still; she was usually so animated that he had stopped noticing her constant flurry of movement until it was suddenly absent.

“For a start,” he continued when she didn’t respond, “It’s the middle of the night.”

She smiled weakly down at her hands. “Sorry,” She muttered quietly. “I figured you would still be up.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine.” She had been right – he kept odd hours, though less-so now the he had Rielle to look after. Having been kept underground for so long, with no way of knowing whether it was day or night, had taken its toll on her internal clock, too, but over time her schedule had begun to even out, which he thought was probably a good thing. Still, it was out of the ordinary for her to appear so late, after Rielle had already gone to bed. She hadn’t seemed in the mood for a drink or small talk, either.

“You look terrible,” He pointed out.

“Thanks.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Had the mood been different, he might have been willing to indulge her with some of their usual back-and-forth, but tonight seemed… different.

The room fell silent, save for the whistling of wind through the poorly sealed window panes.

“So…?” He started when she didn’t offer any further explanation, trailing off in the vain hope that she would continue his sentence. It was unnerving to see her this quiet, too. He’d seen her like this before, but only once or twice. It must have been bad.

He leaned back against the table across from his bed, absently brushing some of the bottles out of his way, and looked at her expectantly.

She shook her head back at him, though she was still examining the cracked plaster at the base of the opposite wall. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing. I’m fine.” That clearly wasn’t true. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Sidurgu sighed. “Alright,” – he certainly wasn’t in a position to demand she open up about her feelings – “Then... what do you want me to do?” Did she want to drink? Have sex? What? ‘Why is she here…?’

Another headshake. “Nothing, nothing…” Finally, she raised her eyes to look at him. “It’s just… good to see you, is all.”

He blinked. He hadn’t been expecting to hear that.

“That bad, was it?” He huffed.

“Don’t say that,” she responded in a low voice, looking away again.

It was true, but he didn’t intend to press the issue tonight, if he ever intended to press it at all. The pattern hadn’t been lost on him, though. This was where she always came when things had been bad. And the worse they had been, the more likely she was to turn up at the Forgotten Knight. Usually, she was able to keep it together while Rielle was around, appearing her normal chatty, sunshine-y self. After Rielle went to bed, however…

He wasn’t sure if her late arrival tonight had been intentional or just happenstance.

He pushed himself off the table and came to settle next to her with a sigh. To his surprise, she almost instantly leaned into him, resting her cheek against his bicep and making him glad that he had let Rielle talk him into wearing “normal” clothes once in a while. Rhiki was always the touch-y type, but she didn’t usually get so… cuddly unless she’d been drinking.

He didn’t move, just let her press against him. He waited. Either she would say something, or they would just sit in silence like this all night. He could live with that – it wouldn’t be the first long, snowy night he’d spent awake, after all.

They sat quietly for a time, listening to the wind and the creaking of the old wooden sign above the tavern door outside. The sparse candles that lit the room flickered.

Eventually, she did speak again, quietly but clearly.

“I just came from Werlyt.”

“Werlyt?” He’d heard of the place, but had only vague knowledge of it. He knew it was the territory that lay between Garlemald and Ala Mhigo, and that it had been occupied by the Empire, but little beyond that.

He felt her nod against him. For a handful of seconds, he thought she’d lapsed into silence again, but it seemed she had just been gathering her thoughts.

“Do you ever think about… what it would be like if you’d never come to Ishgard?”

He snorted. Even he could hear the bitterness in his voice when he said, “I haven’t bothered thinking about that in years.” There was no point in dwelling on what might have been. Not when he had his hands full contending with what was.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” was all she said in response.

He considered leaving it at that, but his curiosity got the better of him. “What makes you ask that?”

This time he felt another headshake. “Nothing, I just…” Her voice cracked. “It was really bad, Sid.”

He’d been able to figure that much out on his own.

She was trembling now, ever so slightly, though her breathing was unnaturally even – trying to keep herself calm, he supposed. Awkwardly, he shifted their position so that the arm that she had been leaning against was instead wrapped around her.

“Tell me,” he said softly. It was the least he could do for her. Hells, it was the only thing he could do for her.

Another wordless moment stretched between them, and he began to think she wasn’t going to. Sometimes, especially lately, she didn’t want to. He remembered the words she had said the first night he’d seen her after her return from the First.

“I have to live the rest of my life with all of these horrible pictures in my head. I don’t want you to have to live with them too.”

He had enough of his own already.

Then again, it wasn’t like he could get much more damaged, so to hells with it. What was the saying? ‘Pain shared is pain halved’ or some such bullocks? That certainly wasn’t true, but at least pain shared was… well, shared.

Rhiki seemed content with the new arrangement of their bodies and rested her head against his chest so he could see only half of her face when he looked down.

“There were these siblings,” she said after a while.

“They were from Werlyt – orphans, I think. Only two of them were actually related. Their parents were probably killed in the Garlean invasion. But they were taken in by Gaius van Baelsar, of all people, and I guess they enlisted in the Imperial Army before he defected….

“Anyway, they got involved in this project the Garlean military was working on to create warmachina like the Ultima Weapon. That’s why I was called there – to help stop a Garlean war machine headed towards Eorzea. We met them, for a few minutes, right before the first machine appeared, and they traded some heated words with Gaius. The youngest one couldn’t have been older than 16….”

She had managed to keep her composure so far, and even lifted her head from him a little as she spoke. Clearly, though, she hadn’t begun to broach the part that had shaken her.

“After that, the Ruby Weapon – that was what they called it – showed up. We couldn’t just let it march all the way through to Ala Mhigo, of course, so we tried to stop it. Everything was going pretty well, but then it all got… got weird. Suddenly there was this yelling, screaming, from inside of the machine and then the top of it started to crack. Then there was this horrible, wet sound and something exploded out of it. It-It looked like Nael Van Darnus, or at least some twisted version of him- her? But it had wings. It was all white and slick and dripping this awful-smelling fluid everywhere… just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.”

She shuddered, then sucked in a deep breath.

“And if fought like Nael too – don’t ask me how I know. But we managed to take it down, somehow. And that’s… that’s when we learned the worst part. They were trying to get to the pilot, maybe salvage some parts and figure out what the Garleans were up to with it if they could, but,” She was shaking again, her voice becoming hoarse and pitchy, and she buried her face back into his shirt. “There was nothing we could do! The pilot, one of the siblings, she… she was fused into the machine. Cid – Cid Garland, I mean – said it must have been an agonizing way to die. I heard the screaming but I- I didn’t know what was happening!”

By that point he could see tears starting to slide down her cheeks. His grip around her tightened in a way he hoped was comforting. He never knew what to do or what to say when she cried. So he usually didn’t do or say anything at all, which, somehow, seemed to be just the thing she wanted.

“And it wasn’t an accident! I was designed to do that! All so that- so that they could hijack the poor pilot’s brain and upload combat data of famous Garlean soldiers! It was awful! And Gaius – Gaius has done horrible things to thousands of people but- but no one deserves to have something like that happen to someone they care about, not even him!”

Sid grimaced. He didn’t know if it was the words themselves or the way they made his friend tremble and sob against him, but they hung like a heavy weight on his stomach.

“And it kept happening!” She continued, unable to stop the words once they had started flowing. “And I couldn’t do anything to stop it! I knew what was happening but I- I couldn’t just let them kill people! They all died horrific, excruciating deaths! And for what?” One of her hands had found purchase on his shirt and twisted in it.

“As if that wasn’t awful enough, the- the few times I actually saw them I got visions, through the Echo, of things that happened back within their legion and… the Garleans, the legatus, they treated them like they were garbage! Like they weren’t even people! I guess to them they weren’t! And I- It was just- I guess I had always known what the world was like but I… how can people be so cruel to each other? The sineaters on the First were terrible in their own way, but they were just monsters! They didn’t have any thoughts, or feelings – they just existed to consume and corrupt. But these were people! And it’s so much worse knowing that regular people can be that monstrous! How can anyone get any joy out of something so- so horrible? The Garleans call us savages, but that… that was just barbaric. And I can’t help but think of everyone I know, all of my friends, who are from places that Garlemald invaded – you, Naago, Yugiri, Raubahn, Lyse… and how if just a few things had been different one of you could have ended up in the same place, and how I can’t stand to think of anyone treating you the way those poor people – kids! – were treated!“

She broke off for a short while, muffling her sobs into his chest while he looked down at her helplessly. After a few slow, trembling breaths, she composed herself enough to go on, quieter this time.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop dreaming about it. Sometimes it’s just like living through it all over again, but sometimes when we open the machine it’s not one of them…. Sometimes it’s Yugiri. Sometimes it’s Naago. But a lot of times it’s also you, too, and I-“ She broke off, pulling away just enough to wipe furiously at her eyes with the back of her hand. “And I know that’s stupid! And that there’s no reason to think about it! But I can’t- I just-“

A few more deep breaths. Sidurgu wasn’t sure what to think about… any of it, really. It did seem like a strange mental leap to make, and he was a little surprised she found it so distressing, especially on his account. Regardless, it was clear how much it had upset her, and he couldn’t fault her for that.

“And I- I don’t mean to say that what happened to you and your family here was any better – it wasn’t! And it would be terrible of me to act like it was but…” She wrapped both of her arms around his waist having to pull herself almost into his lap to do so. Her head came to rest against his chest again. “I’m just glad that you’re here, where I can come see you and talk to you and give you a hug, rather trapped in one of those-those machines.”

He exhaled, eventually wrapping both of his arms around her as well. The gesture seemed to calm her a bit, and they sat like that for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of one another and the rise and fall of each other’s chests.

Eventually, Rhiki started to peel herself back from him. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled, rubbing at her red eyes again, this time with the heel of her hand. “I’m sorry. That was a lot. I didn’t mean to just dump all of that on y-“

“It’s fine.” He cut her off. He had never been very good at sounding soothing, but he did his best. “I’m here. I’m fine.”

That wasn’t true, of course. Neither of them were fine, or they wouldn’t be where they were. But he was sure she understood his meaning. He wasn’t fine, but he was at least at a typical level of un-fine.

“I know.” She offered him a trepidatious smile, her face still damp from tears. “I just needed to remind myself.”

She pulled him into another, fiercer hug, and he huffed in a familiar display of feigned annoyance. He took a moment to enjoy the embrace nonetheless, and reached one hand up to scratch lightly at the base of her scalp.

“It’s late. Do you want to stay the night?” He knew how she would answer even before he felt the nod.

“Are you going to let go of me?”

“No,” she mumbled into his shirt.

He sighed, and hoped she didn’t see how dangerously close he came to smiling. Oh well. He supposed there were worse places to be.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #rhiki tag #sidurgu orl #SidWoL #WoLSid #“i'm going to make these shorter so i don't burn myself out”#i say (lying)#I hope some people enjoy this one!#So far it's a tie with Day 1 for “most fun to write”#shadowbrings spoilers #sorrow of werlyt #sorrow of werlyt spoilers

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shizuokadivision · 11 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Sakura Kito

~~ May 31st ~~

“I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.”

“I’m not in the mood for any interruptions right now. I’m swamped, so either say what you want to say or get out.”

“A.. gift? …My birthday is today, isn't it? I had forgotten all about it. Thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines:

“Birthdays huh? Can't say I ever really celebrated mine growing up. My bitch of a stepmother would've thrown a fit if she learned that we were celebrating the day of my birth. I was after all a living reminder of her husband’s affair.”

“My men really do need to learn the meaning of the word secrecy. I just caught a few of them whispering to each other about the party they're throwing me tonight. I guess it's the thought that counts. Now I just have to pretend I didn't know what they had planned when they surprise me.”

“Well, I guess I'm not getting any more work done today. I'm already receiving gifts from various emissaries from the other yakuza families around Japan. I would say that I'm pleased to get them, but we all know they're just political appeasements at best.”

“The Katen even managed to send me something as well. It was a crate of some of the finest sake in Yokohama. He even made Aohitsugi deliver it. Ha! The look on his face was one I’ll forever savor.”

“I’m surprised you got me something, Kanon, no offense, but considering your views on festivities, it's not much of a stretch to assume you'd do nothing. Huh…that's surprisingly nice of you, Kanon, I’m not going to attempt to answer that, but I guess I should be more grateful. What did you get me then?”

“The Nozama Family? What about them? A visit? What do you mean no longer a problem? Kanon, what did you do!? I’m sorry?! Kanon, that is biological warfare! You can’t do that! Why? That goes beyond breaking a simple law! You just committed a straight-up war crime! At least tell me the zombie apocalypse isn't going to start soon. *stares* Kanon…this is why I always assume the worst of you.”

“Hello to you too, Reika. I assume you're here to give me a gift. *snorts* I guess I should count myself lucky then. Oi! We’re the same age, Reika. Hell, you’re going to turn thirty before me. The only reason I'm going to go gray early is because of all the stress you and Kanon give me.”

“Honestly, Reika you didn't need to get me a gift, you really didn’t…need...what the fuck!? A fucking arrest warrant?! Fucking really, Reika? I swear to god Reika, you're lucky I consider you one of my closest friends because if anyone else tried that shit there would be hell to pay. What the fuck do you mean poisoning me?! ...I fucking can't with you right now Reika.”

“Shinji? How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to call me ma’am? *sighs* Kanon and Reika gave me their gifts and what a…surprise they were. For you? I always have a moment. You didn’t have to Shinji not after everything you did for me growing up. Okay…only because it's from you Shinji.”

“Shinji isn't this…your mother's necklace? …Daughter? Shinji…I have always thought of you as a father. I…you don't know how much your words mean to me and I am honored that you're willing to give me something as precious as your mother’s necklace. Thank you…Dad.”

Kanon Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Sakura. Congratulations on surviving another year. Hm? Oh yes. That's a valid hypothesis but you forget one thing you're one of the few people I will participate in these odious celebrations for. Why do you and Reika always assume the worst of me?”

“Now as for your gift, I'm sure you remember complaining about that yakuza family down in Hamamatsu. So I’ve taken the liberty of going down and paying them a little visit. I’m pleased to let you know that they will no longer be a problem. All I did was release a parasitic flesh-eating bacteria that I’d been cultivating for a while. It still needs work as it took a full 30 minutes for all the inhabitants to die. *raises eyebrow* Why not? What do you take me for Sakura? An idiot? I took the initiative by setting the entire base and surrounding land on fire to prevent the bacteria from spreading beyond what was necessary.”

Reika Lines:

“Happy Birthday to the big bad boss herself! Well, duh! Do you really think I wouldn't give one of my dearest friends a gift for her birthday? Besides another year, and you’ll be thirty. Maybe so, but unlike you, I take much better care of my appearance, and besides, out of the two of us, who's more likely to have our hair turn gray first? Anyways, here's your present.”

“Ha! Payback’s a bitch, isn't it? I told you I would get you back! How does it feel, hm? You’ll think twice before giving someone a prank for their birthday now, won't you? Hahaha! Oh quit being a bitch about it. In fact, I let you off lightly. My original plan had me poisoning you. Not enough to kill you, obviously, just enough to make you mildly ill. Love you too, Sakura.”

Bonus! Shinji Lines:

“Ma’am? *laughs* Forgive me then, Saki-chan. Hm? You look quite apprehensive. Ah yes, I heard their gifts were ‘unique’. Is this an inconvenient time for you then? I know that you have grown tired of gifts today but I got you something for your birthday, so I hope you’ll accept it. I wanted to, Saki-chan.”

“It is. She gave it to me before she passed and told me to pass it on to any daughter I might have. Sakura, we may not be related by blood, but I consider you to be my daughter. You have been ever since you came up to me all those years ago and asked me to teach you how to fire a gun. So, it's only right I give you this. Happy birthday, Saki-chan.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #shizuoka division #silent tragedy #sakura kito #kanon hojo #reika aichi #shinji aoki #happy birthday sakura 2023 #alternative rap battle #arb

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artsy-hobbitses · 1 year

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Artsy I feel you when it comes to parental induced trauma. I do care for my parents but mixing my anxiety ridden, emotional personality with their quick tempers was never fun. They wonder why I don’t tell them stuff? That’s why; they always made situations feel more intense than they needed to be and I hated it. Luckily my Dad mellowed out (apparently divorce is enough to realize bad parenting skills). My mom not so much. I still care for her, but gaslighting and accusing your own daughter of things that are NOT true and have no basis all because she loses track of time is not how you kept her in your life!

Sorry about the rant. Just saw your post and it reminded of things I really don’t want, but probably need to think about a bit more when it comes to my parents.

God that's a mood, saddest brofist of bad-tempered parents we still care for man ;;

And yeah!!!! I feel that too, I'm aware that I'm actually very good at masking my emotions irl, I tend to tell white lies/undersell situations, and for the longest time I didn't tell them shit either because I did not want to be perceived as anything outside of the Good (slightly spacey) Kid Who Never Gave Them Any Trouble (but oh god her math grades).

My mom reduced me to TEARS when I was seven-ish because I used one of those standing pencil sharpeners wrong and something inside it got damaged (It became less yelling as I grew older, and more emotional guilt, which I've also come to recognise and hate) and stuff like that that combined with the very weird way she used to praise me because I didn't cry when my dad hit me after a while (compared with my brother who always did/much more physically dreaded it) has translated to me HATING the idea of crying for any outside force whatsoever. And it really fuckin sucks when you KNOW a good cry can be very helpful sometimes, but there's a part of you that just refuses to entertain the idea until it becomes legit physically painful.

It's good to hear your dad mellowed out at least! Too bad it took the divorce, but better late than never with these sorts of things. I'm super sorry to hear that your mom still hasn't learned a goddamn thing, though.

Sometimes you just get an "Oh, yeah, that was really sort of fucked up" moment, and it just hit me tonight too tbh.

#inbox #tw: childhood trauma #tw: child abuse

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thebreakfastgenie · 1 year

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since you asked for more id be so happy to hear literally anything about safe travels cause I reread it again and I just love it with my entire heart and soul -ypq

First of all thank you so much!! I'm really happy you love that fic so much. I loved it, and then I reread it and I was like oh no is it not good? and then a while later I reread it again and I was like oh I love this again!

I have some WIPs that predate safe travels, and actually I think that fic I technically finished and never posted might too. But it was the first thing I really got momentum on. And then the momentum fucking abandoned me!!!! This fic was entirely written except for the last two scenes (and the final "tag" scene but I knew how that was going to go and don't really count it) for l don't even know how many months. I went through so many drafts of that BJ-Charles conversation, even more than the final big conversation between Hawkeye and BJ and that had a bunch of drafts too.

It just wasn't working and I don't know why and I had the damn thing pinned to my dock collecting virtual dust for an eternity. I knew what I had was good and I was so frustrated that I couldn't share it because it was unfinished. Even when I finally finished it, I was mostly just relieved, and it was still kind of pulling teeth. But before that, it was really fun.

One of my favorite bits is so small, but it's this:

“You know you’re on duty in post-op,” BJ reminds him. “Charles is already in a sore mood—” “—because of how thoroughly we whooped him—” Margaret interjects. “—and he’ll be even sorer if you don’t relieve him on time.”

I think this is best job I've ever done of writing an interjection. I was really happy with Mulcahy's dialogue in this scene, too.

This fic was my first time writing BJ. I expected it to be hard. I don't have a lot of feelings about BJ and I'm not very interested in him compared to the others, so I thought I would have no idea how to find his voice. But I had so. much. fun! Of course, now that I'm writing him in my ghost AU WIP, he's fucking impossible, just like I expected. But I had a ball here. I think giving him the mystery to solve and the weird little clues, the dirt under the fingernails and the jeep, probably helped a lot. But it was just fun!

After I wrote the scrub sink scene, I realized by chance my first two scenes ended with dialogue, so I decided to keep it up. I very seldom start with dialogue, but ending with dialogue was a fun experiment. I really like the bit where Hawkeye doesn't pick up the joke BJ is setting up, because he's too tired, and BJ kind of unhappily completes it himself.

I had a ton of fun writing Potter, too. Maybe even more than BJ. It was just a fun challenge! I even changed up the names for his POV, using Sherman and Pierce instead of Potter and Hawkeye, just to try something out. This might be my favorite scene, just because it has so many of my favorite lines. Most notably:

He slides one glass across the desk, where Pierce is draped over the chair like an oilcloth. Sherman’s a surgeon who’s seen more than most, but he thinks Dr. Gray himself would be at a loss to explain that man’s skeleton.

and

“You’re serious.” “You thought I was kidding?” He’s not too old to feel the flush of shame. “I’m sorry.” “People always think I’m kidding,” Pierce shrugs it off. “Of course, most of the time, I am.”

That bit is just mmmmmHawkeye feelings.

Funny story about this sentence:

BJ has never showed much interest in the nitty gritty of his best friend’s many rendezvous—he lets Hawkeye kiss and tell because it makes him happy—but tonight, he knows, he’ll be hanging on every sordid detail, and if Hawkeye doesn’t provide enough of them, he’ll poke and prod until he does.

I liked the way the first half sounded, so I had to come up with an ending that gave me a reason to use it. It took a while.

Rizzo was fun. I'm not sure if he insulted BJ enough. I did my best with that, but I think it could have been a more clear insult.

I love the Charles scene.

“What I fail to understand, is what gives you the impression Pierce works any harder than the rest of us.”

Let me take the opportunity to say this: JUSTICE FOR CHARLES! With the information he has, he has every right to be annoyed! Charles doesn't know Hawkeye was kidnapped and held at gunpoint. I was really worried the reader would forget that, since the audience does know, and judge him unfairly.

The part about Peg's letter came in during the second or third draft and ended up being the best angle into BJ. I had fun writing him before but this scene killed me. It went through several more rewrites, but I knew I wanted to keep the letter.

This final conversation was really, really hard. I'm happy with what I wrote, but I don't think I'll ever be completely satisfied.

I do really like the opening:

Hawkeye crouches on the floor of the swamp, elbow-deep in his footlocker. Beside him, his suitcase is splayed open like first-year anatomy practice; like a cadaver after all the organs have already been removed.

This entire fic came from the vision of this conversation I had in my head and I don't think I can ever truly capture it. Because it was so visual, like a scene from the show, I had the worst time choosing which POV to use. I finally decided on Hawkeye telling from his POV, and BJ reacting from his POV, which also gave me a natural spot to split it down the middle, and I'm happy with that part. Writing a Long Hawkeye Speech about Seoul was fun. I think I did okay, but I'm no Alan Alda and certainly no Larry Gelbart.

I'm not a big one for jealous BJ--I think the level of jealousy he displays in the show is normal--but BJ being pissy that Hawkeye told Potter first felt right. I can't explain why, but it did. BJ is kind of spiraling this entire fic, because he knows something is off but he doesn't know what and Hawkeye uncharacteristically won't talk about it. That would drive me crazy.

“That kid might still be alive if I spoke Korean.” He sounds distant, regretful. BJ’s stomach turns. “Or if his friend with the gun spoke English,” he points out. Hawkeye gives him a sidelong look. “It’s his country, Beej.”

Is one of the first bits I had. The language barrier in The Best of Enemies is so damn tragic and ironic. Hawkeye, of all people, forced to help at gunpoint... he'd help anyway, but that soldier doesn't know that and Hawkeye can't tell him. And I've always loved the bits in early seasons of Hawkeye trying and mostly failing to learn Korean. I've always headcanoned that he did try to learn Korean, but never got very far. I thought he'd feel guilty about that in this situation, or at least think about it a lot. I did have BJ realize he was right, because I didn't want him to come off too badly. BJ isn't Frank, he's just focused on comforting Hawkeye and feeling very protective.

“Hawk, he held a gun to your head!” BJ explodes. “What would you do if it was me?” Hawkeye asks.

This dialogue was the very first thing I had. The entire fic leads to this, really. Hawkeye empathizes with his captor, and BJ can't stand it, because this guy held Hawkeye at gunpoint and that's all he needs to know.

I knew, from the very beginning, that I had to ask the question. I think that's the entire point of the fic, really. I thought quite a bit about the direction I wanted it to go, because both of them have their merits. I didn't ask what would Hawkeye do if it was BJ, although I address it earlier when he wonders what he'd do for any of them, and I think Hawkeye raising it means he's thought about it, while BJ is caught off guard. I asked what would BJ do if it was Hawkeye? I liked it coming naturally from Hawkeye's defense of the North Korean. But I also knew I couldn't answer the question. So BJ dodges with medicine. BJ, bless him, thinks he can find a way out. Of course that doesn't work. It's unanswerable, until you've been there. The Hawkeye Speech here was a late addition, and I'm happy I added it.

I let BJ turn it around on Hawkeye, because I think he has a point. Hawkeye is forgiving of someone kidnapping him, but what if someone kidnapped BJ? And then can he understand why BJ can't be so forgiving? Of course, that's unanswerable too. It's kind of frustrating, because none of the central questions have answers. But that's life!

The dirt is a running thread because I truly cannot ever get over the image of Hawkeye digging that grave.

What stuns BJ is that Hawkeye says it so casually, as if it were the obvious thing to do.

Like... me too, Beej! But, you know, I wonder if BJ would have done that. If any of the others would have. The first time I watched that episode, I knew what Hawkeye was going to do. It was inevitable. So this is BJ's reaction to that.

“This damn war, Beej,” he says softly. “This goddamn, stinking war.”

This was one of the first lines I had, too, before I worked out how they all fit together. The fight just goes out of Hawkeye, here. And underneath it all, that's all it is. The war. None of them wants to be here, not Hawkeye, not BJ, not the North Korean or his dead friend. But this war is happening and they're pointing guns at each other. I think that's a theme in The Best of Enemies, too. I like writing episode tags that stay on theme.

It won’t work, but Hawkeye needs to try, and BJ needs to let him.

This might be my favorite friendship line I've written. Of course BJ wants to keep Hawkeye close, but he knows he needs to let him go. And the futility of it all...

I came up with the idea of doing a tag, almost like it was an episode, somewhere along the way. I really wanted to do Klinger POV, because I love Klinger. And now that BJ and Potter are both in the know, it was nice to bring in someone from the outside. I wrote that tag pretty fast, and it could probably be more polished. I liked the idea of Hawkeye using fake lab results as a cover for his call. I came up with the title and the toast as the last line at the same time, very late in the process, and at that point I just wanted to finish the damn thing.

It's possible Charles and the others find out the truth eventually. I didn't go that far, so who knows, but I wouldn't assume they never do.

Honestly I feel like there is more I could have covered but I can't think of it so if you want to chat about anything specific literally just ask!

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