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jupitercomet · 7 months

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Hidden in the Shadows

summary - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw was ruthless, a stone cold killer both in and outside of the ring—with the belts and trophies to prove it. When a miscalculation results in a target being put on the back of his trainer's daughter, Bradley finds himself facing responsibility he never signed up for. You're a whole new challenge. And Bradley doesn't think you're one he can fight his way out of.

warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, language, mentions of unhealthy relationships (Natasha and Razor), drugs, mentions of needles, stalking, smoking, ptsd episode, self injury, mentions of blood, no use of y/n

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

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“I need you to tell me everything you know about the shady shit Razor was getting involved in.”

Natasha’s eyes widen in surprise when Bradley sits himself down on a bar stool without so much as a greeting. It’s afternoon so the Hard Deck is fairly empty—aside from the regulars—but it’s because it’s afternoon that it’s unusual for Bradley to be here when he could be at Mav’s.

Bradley knows this and he also knows that, logically, this could have waited until later, but you’ve been living with him for a little over two weeks and still your situation has yet to make any sense. Bradley’s not impatient, but he does want you out of his apartment. Your nightmares have also increased, which Bradley can only assume are now triggered by the reality of being actively stalked. But the fact that he’s stayed up most nights silently comforting you, in a way he still doesn’t fully understand, has nothing to do with why he can’t wait any later than midday to talk to Natasha.

The woman herself though doesn’t seem too interested in whatever Bradley has to say, her mouth only twitching slightly as she turns away from him. “I’m working, Rooster.”

Bradley crosses his arms, not moving from the bar stool. He’s not stupid, he knows she’s hiding something. The two stare at each other and it must become clear to Natasha that he’s not leaving until he knows what that thing is because she sighs in defeat.

“You have to promise you won’t get mad.”

“I’m not promising shit,” Bradley grunts.

“Right,” Natasha kisses her teeth with her tongue, almost as if she expected nothing more from him. “Look I don’t know a lot, okay? And I didn’t exactly stick around to figure out, but—” She glances around the bar before dropping her voice. “A couple months ago, Isaac started talking all this shit about how he was making it big, and not in boxing. I didn’t really know what it meant, but he was acting so weird I honestly didn’t have the time to think about it.”

“Acting weird how?” Bradley narrows his eyes.

Natasha crosses her arms defensively, as if, even in name, Isaac was something to keep herself safe from. “He’d ghost me for days sometimes, come back like nothing happened. I called him out on it one night and he kept saying something about ‘special friends’. At first, I thought he was talking about other girls, to spite me or something, but… I don’t know. I don’t think he was.”

Bradley pauses, the weight of her words catching him off guard. “What do you mean?”

“He was… He was using, Rooster—I think he still is. He was fucking erratic, telling me that we don’t have to worry about anything anymore, that he made it big, bigger than any of us thought he could.”

Bradley shakes his head. “That’s impossible. Abnesti’s got him in fights, we get tested every other week.”

“I think I’m smart enough to know when Isaac’s on drugs,” Natasha snaps, before taking a deep breath. “Besides, I know he is, Rooster, because he tried to get me to pick them up for him once.”

“What?”

“I think he forgot we’d broken up or something. I don’t know what the fuck he’s putting in his system, but it’s messing him up bad.” Natasha grabs a cup suddenly, like the conversation is suddenly too much to have without something to keep her hands busy. “He was begging me, sent me an address and everything,” Natasha bites her lip, tightening her grip on her bar towel as her cleaning of the glass gets more rushed. “I ignored it, but he called me, like, seven times.”

Bradley purses his lips.

What Natasha’s telling him is impossible. Razor fights almost more than he does, and even illegal boxing rings have some sense of order—fighters can’t just pump themselves full of steroids and go buck wild. Instead, both Maverick and Abnesti agreed to have a third party come in biweekly for drug tests. If Razor was putting anything in his system, everyone would know, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to get away with it for months. So if it was a drug that somehow wasn’t getting picked up, what was it?

Bradley meets Natasha’s eye again. “Do you still have the address?”

The way you absentmindedly slam his car door as you hop into the passenger seat has Bradley cringing internally, but he bites his tongue before he can snap at you about it. You’re too excited anyway—not like you aren’t always—and Bradley doesn’t need you crying to Adler about his temper. That’s what he tells himself anyway.

Bradley isn’t entirely sure what he thinks about you. You’re overwhelming and, on paper, everything he finds annoying in a person. Logically he should have a constant migraine around you. You’re loud, and talkative, and almost always smiling, why wouldn’t he? But, for some inexplicable reason, he doesn’t.

“You can come inside, you know,” you gesture to the front door of the animal shelter and the words themselves should sound like a dig at Bradley, a reminder of how socially inept he is. But they come from your lips sweetly, like an honest invitation.

Bradley had taken to picking you up after work ever since you first started insisting on going. Given that your car had very clearly been photographed by whoever Razor was tangling himself up with, it made the most sense to him. He knows that a dark blue Bronco isn’t exactly inconspicuous, but given that you haven’t received any more pictures—and, notably no pictures of his car—Bradley thinks it’s the safest option.

And maybe there’s the reason why Bradley can’t seem to be annoyed with you the way he’s annoyed with everyone else. Because, on some level, it’s his fault you’re in genuine danger. You certainly didn’t set out to be stalked by his rival all on your own. Whether it was his intention or not, he took your safety from you. And that was something you did nothing to deserve. So maybe that’s why he’s able to overlook all your… questionable quirks.

“What movie do you want to watch tonight? It’s your turn to pick one,” you remind him after whatever topic you had been talking about before ran its course and Bradley bites back a sigh.

Regrettably, movie nights had become a nightly thing for the two of you and once you’d stopped watching Jason Bourne, the choice of what movie you watched alternated between you both. It wasn’t that Bradley even remotely enjoyed that time with you—you’d subjected him to La La Land and he might never forgive you for that—but it was a way to ensure you’d fall asleep on the couch without being weird about it.

Bradley had never brought up your nightmares to you. He wasn’t sure how to and he’s sure it’s not any of his business. All he knew was that, for whatever reason, knowing that someone was next to you as you slept helped. Bradley’s involvement in that was a secret kept between him and your subconscious and he planned to keep it that way.

“Drive.” He says the first movie that pops into his head.

You light up. “Ooh, a Ryan Gosling binge, I can get behind that— Oh! We should save the Barbie movie for last!”

Instead of saying his impulse reaction of “Absolutely fucking not”, Bradley lets out a snort of air. “Don’t think this arrangement’s gonna last that long, toots.”

“I hope not,” you agree and your smile doesn’t falter. “But we’ll still be friends. Oh! Maybe I could finally invite you over to my place and we could watch it there!”

Bradley doesn’t respond, but that doesn’t seem to deter you as you start rambling on about other Ryan Gosling movies you like.

You really are something else.

After a moment, a song comes on the radio and you must recognize it because you gasp, moving to turn it up slightly. You’re humming along contentedly, looking out the window with a smile, and Bradley physically has to rip his gaze away from you to focus on the road. His mind drifts back to his conversation with Natasha. Nothing is making sense to him right now, not you, not Razor, not a single part of it. He does know one thing though. This wasn’t some petty boxing rivalry anymore. And as he looks at you again, a warm smile on your face as you watch a dog pass on the sidewalk, he realizes that maybe it never was.

His jaw tenses slightly. Whatever it is, you had no business being in it. And Bradley would make sure of that. His phone feels heavy in his pocket, Natasha’s forwarded text weighing it down so much it feels like it’s going to rip through his joggers. Bradley swallows.

“You alright spending the night at Natasha’s tomorrow?”

You turn at the sudden sound of his voice. “Yeah, that should be fine. Are you busy?”

The light ahead turns green and Bradley uses that as an excuse not to answer you right away. Logically he knows that Adler wouldn’t want him telling you any part of this. Honestly, Bradley doesn’t want to either—you’d probably demand you go with him and then compare the two of you to Scooby-Doo or some shit and that is just a bit above Bradley pay grade. On the other hand, he feels bad leaving you in the dark. You’re clearly terrified enough as it is, you’ve probably pictured far worse in your head.

Something about that makes Bradley’s hands clench against the steering wheel. Bradley decides suddenly that you shouldn’t have to worry about anything because he’d take care of it. You can watch dumb movies and drink shitty milkshakes and he’ll take care of the rest. He owes Adler that much.

Maybe he owes you that much too.

“Bradley?” You try again softly and he suddenly realizes how long the two of you have been in silence for.

He blinks twice to clear his head. “What?”

“I was just, um,” you seem nervous, playing with your fingers. “I was just wondering where you were gonna be— Which is definitely none of my business! You don’t have to tell me or—”

“I’m taking care of something for your dad.” Technically, that’s true and Bradley thinks it’s enough of an answer to satisfy you. You seem to relax at it, at the very least, nodding along slowly. “I can pick you up tomorrow morning,” he continues.

Again, you only nod.

It’s quiet for several minutes, the two of you lost in your own thoughts. Suddenly you perk up a bit. “My movie choice still carries over to the next night, right?”

Bradley’s lips twitch up just slightly. There she is.

Bradley slows his car to a stop, fitting himself in one of the many empty parking spots on this seemingly abandoned street. He checks his phone again, just to make sure he’s got the address right. In front of him is a dingy looking dry cleaner and, though he checks twice, the peeling, white numbers stuck to the window are exactly where Razor had instructed Natasha to go in his text. Looking at the dimly lit interior, Bradley thinks that, at least, the rest of his instructions now make some sense.

The bell on the door twinkles lightly as he enters and Bradley takes a breath. It smells like mildew and soap, a dizzying combination that pulls Bradley into a sense of unease as he takes in the rest of his surroundings. The dry cleaners is entirely empty, aside from him and an older woman standing behind the counter.

Her hair is in a thick braid, strands of gray weaving in with the desaturated black. With deep blue eyes, she seems to be looking at him just as warily—no doubt due to the late hour and his daunting stature. Her lips are set in a small, crimson red frown, waxy and matte, and her hand, that was drumming red painted nails onto the desk when he walked in, has stilled. They seem to be alone, but Bradley doesn’t let that fact comfort him. His posture remains rigid and alert.

“How can I help you, sir?”

Bradley clears his throat, hesitating for just a blink before he continues. “I’m picking up dry cleaning for Steve.”

“Oh.” The woman seems to stutter, freezing almost microscopically, before regrouping quickly. “Steve?”

“I meant to pick it up earlier, but you know San Diego traffic,” Bradley recites, hoping he doesn’t sound too unnatural. The woman is already suspicious of him. It feels like the both of them are reading off of a script, more like two actors on a stage than two people in a dry cleaner.

An almost pained smile is forced onto the woman’s face and she nods. “Of course. Let me get that for you, sir. I’ll just be a moment.”

Unease dances in the air, like electric sparks that prickle at Bradley’s skin, but he doesn’t move. If he and the woman aren’t alone, he can’t show that that would make any difference. He belongs here. He knows what he’s doing. He knows what she’s coming back with. Bradley rolls his shoulders back, letting his belief in the mantra firm.

The woman returns just as quickly as she left, her lips a thin line and her hands almost shaking. What she sets on the counter isn’t anything close to dry cleaning, but instead a brown paper bag that’s held together with a single staple. She doesn’t quite meet his eye when she hands it to him and Bradley takes it from her grip carefully. One of the overhead lights flickers.

“Have a good night, sir.”

The bell rings again as he leaves, but Bradley doesn’t look back. He gets in his Bronco, puts the bag on the passenger seat, and pulls out of the parking spot easily. He belonged there. He knows what he’s doing. He knows what she came back with. He keeps that as a fact in his head until he’s no longer in view of the dry cleaner window.

When he’s a block or so away from the building, he pulls into a city parking lot, checking his surroundings before turning off the Bronco and ripping open the paper bag. A pack of needles falls into his open palm when he empties the bag and Bradley furrows his brows. Something heavy clinks in the bottom of the bag and Bradley sets the needles down to pull out two small glass bottles, both containing equal measurements of a clear liquid.

His thumb traces over the paper label. Most of the numbers and serial codes don’t make any sense, but what does catch his eye is the dark, bold GEPHORCE printed against the front.

Bradley can only stare at the substances in his hand, holding it up so that the light of a street lamp shines through the bottle. “What the fuck?”

“Will that be all for you today, sir?” The waitress hands him his bag of food with a polite smile.

The man with the scar nods. “That’s it, doll. Thank you.” He can’t help but eye the door, he’s been itching to smoke since he ordered.

“Alright then, have a nice night!”

The man with the scar lifts his hand up in a wave of goodbye, though he doesn’t match the waitress’s pep. He knows what his night entails—sitting in his car watching as he snacks on salty fries.

He throws the food into his passenger seat with little thought—it narrowly misses his Sony camera resting on the covered leather—and paws at the back pocket of his jeans. Leaning against the frame of his car, the man with the scar fishes for a cigarette.

“Stupid, fuckin’ brat,” he mutters, striking his lighter a few times to get a flame. With his free hand he shields the lighter from the wind, bringing the end of his cigarette to the light. “Got me watchin’ a bunch of nobodies because he got his feelings hurt. Bullshit.”

It is bullshit, the man with the scar thinks, that he’s playing hide and seek like a little kid for no reason that’s important. One more night of Knockouts and he’s going to get sick of it. And then what?

He takes a deep breath of his cigarette. “Bullshit.”

The fries he ordered are cold by the time he hides himself in the shadowy darkness blanketing the parking lot of a modest apartment complex and the juice of his burger is spotting the bag with grease—no doubt sullying the seat underneath. It’s bullshit, he thinks, but he doesn’t linger on the thought as an antimatter blue Bronco pulls into its usual parking spot.

“Hey, big, bad wolf,” the man with the scar grins, jagged pinkened skin lifting up one of his cheeks. He reaches for his Sony camera, zooming in the lens quickly to snap pictures of the tall man who exits the car. A noticeable, brown paper bag clenched in his grip. “Where’s Little Red?” The man with the scar wonders.

“Do you want trail mix? I love trail mix, but I never eat the almonds. You know, sometimes I think I should just get peanut M&Ms, but then I wouldn’t get the raisins…”

With how tired Natasha had looked when Bradley came to pick you up, he’d incorrectly assumed that maybe your social battery was low enough that going grocery shopping with you would be tolerable. It took only five minutes for Bradley to realize how wrong he was and, since then, he’s been halfheartedly listening to you ramble on about things he didn’t even know people could have an opinion about.

“—But what do you think?” You’re blinking up at him, alerting Bradley to the fact that it was time to tune back into the conversation and he shrugs.

“Trail mix is fine.”

You put a bag of it in the cart, hardly finding room between everything else you grabbed. The two of you had only come in for milk.

As if reading his mind, you giggle. “I probably got too much, huh?”

You did, you definitely did, but Bradley also kind of likes when you giggle, so maybe it was okay. And Bradley doesn’t know what it is about you, but at this point he’s accepted that you aren’t a person he’s quite capable of hating. And maybe he doesn’t want to hate you, and it’s not just because of your dad. And it’s not just because he feels guilty. So if you were anybody else, he’d roll his eyes. If you were anybody else, he wouldn’t be here at all.

Instead of saying any of that, Bradley grunts.

“Well, we shouldn’t have to go again for a while, at least.” And, again, the thought of you and him for a while should make Bradley’s skin crawl. It doesn’t.

You lead Bradley to the self checkout as he ponders. You never seem to mind the fact he isn’t talkative—most people did, even Natasha got fed up with him sometimes. But, clearly, you talked enough for the both of you. He scans each item while you bag them and you ramble on about some story that you got reminded of when you looked at one of those gossip magazines the grocery store kept by their checkout.

You’re still talking on your way to the car and Bradley’s not entirely sure he’s following because you talk quite fast. But he has plenty of trips from the cart to the Bronco’s trunk to figure it out.

“Oh, shit!”

A metal waste bin bounces off the asphalt, making a loud, sudden sound that has both you and Bradley looking for the source of the noise. It’s hardly a threat, Bradley deems quickly, eyes landing on the college aged boy scrambling after the rolling bin, and he moves back to start loading more groceries into the Bronco.

It takes two trips for him to realize that you still haven’t moved, that you’ve stopped talking completely, wide eyes staring at the spot where the waste bin dropped. “Toots? You okay?” He questions wearily.

If you’ve heard him, you don’t say so, not even acknowledging his presence as you grab one of your hands with the other. Your eyes bounce all over the parking lot, your breath increasing, and one turn of your head has your eyes catching the sunlight and Bradley can see tears wavering at your waterline.

“Hey,” he says your name, but that only seems to cause you more distress, your head shaking vigorously as your breath increases. “Hey—” He tries again, but stops himself quickly when his gaze darts down to your hands.

You’re scratching the back of your hand frantically, irritating the skin as though you’re trying to hurt yourself, but Bradley looks back at your face and you hardly seem to notice you’re doing it at all. Your nails dig in harshly, with a force that breaks skin. When Bradley notices beads of red starting to stain your nails, he snatches your hand quickly.

“Stop that. Why the hell are you doing that?”

You still can’t hear him. Or maybe you can and you just don’t care, but Bradley’s pretty sure you’re going to pass out if you don’t start breathing properly. But you aren’t breathing properly, you’re just hyperventilating, and looking around frantically, and bleeding.

“Toots—” From behind your head, Bradley can catch an older woman and her three kids wheeling their groceries to their car. And you’d managed to get directly in their line of passage. The little girl skipping around and talking to her mom animatedly pays you absolutely no mind. She also looks like she is about to bump into you—or if she doesn’t, their cart definitely will.

You aren’t listening to him and Bradley doesn’t feel like explaining a situation to strangers he isn’t even sure of himself, so without thinking, he takes your hand he’s still holding and tugs you into his chest. You collide with him just in time to miss the little girl galloping behind you and Bradley raises his hand to the side of your head to shield you from the family as they pass. The mother must take the whole thing as some public display of affection because all she does is smile at him gently and Bradley just gives her a polite nod.

As soon as they’re far enough away, Bradley makes the move to drop his hand and let go of you, but you’re catching it before he can, shaky fingers pushing his palm against your ear. Your other ear is pressed to his chest and Bradley watches as you squeeze your eyes closed, tears falling past your shut lids as you take choppy breaths.

Bradley moves his hand so it’s covering the entirety of your ear and you let your own hand drop. There’s too much noise for you, he realizes. He stays silent—it’s not like he even knows what to say—covering your ear with one of his hands and holding you to his chest as he watches around the parking lot for anything that looks remotely like a threat. If only to keep himself from focusing on how exactly he feels holding you against him, his index finger taps lightly in three tap successions on the back of your head.

Bradley doesn’t know how long the two of you stand like that, but his shoulders finally relax when he feels three weak taps on his chest in response.

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annymation · 2 months

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Fun facts about “Kingdom of Wishes” characters

I’m bored, so have some random facts about the characters from my wish rewrite!

Random picture just cause I like to have eye catching pics as “thumbnails” for my blogs and also I can totally see my version of Asha making this pose.

Anyway, if you haven’t read my Kingdom of Wishes- A Wish Rewrite then this post might not make much sense, feel free to read it anyway though, there’s no spoilers.

On to the fun facts!

Asha✨

Asha sometimes sits hunched over when she's drawing. Her friends constantly have to remind her to keep her back straight otherwise she'll get a bad posture.

After Simon gave away his wish and became… Well, sleepy, she had to become the voice of reason in their group, the big sister in a way, since she was now the eldest. She wasn’t that good at leading before though so she left most of it to Dahlia.

Asha's favorite color is purple, obviously, and she dresses in purple for her birthday, however, her second favorite color that she also wears often is orange.

She's not very good interacting with kids, believe it or not, of course she likes kids, but she has a hard time knowing how to play with them.

Asha did meet the king in person ONCE before her 18th birthday… I’ll leave it at that.

Aster 💫

Aster is canonically the star Lacaille 8760

Picked this one because it looks like he’s boxed up in the middle of other brighter stars that make up the Microscope constellation, and yeah there is a microscope constellation and it’s straight up just a square. He’s one of the nearest stars to the Sun, at about 12.9 light-years' distance, however his light is so faint it’s almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

2. Aster’s eyes can see what people desire, more clearly if he holds the person’s hand, like an empath, but even without touching the person he can see what they want, but only if he focus, and the way he sees it is like words surrounding the person.

3. I said this once in a ask but I’ll say it again, I see Aster and Rapunzel’s powers as connected, not that all Disney movies are connected with KOW, but Tangled at least is pretty close. So, Rapunzel got her powers from a sun drop, right? Well, the sun is a star, we can assume she has star powers. My point is that if Aster was to sing the Rapunzel’s healing song they’d glow and heal any injured person around, and make the elderly younger, Magnifico sure didn’t know that though because if he did he’d just do what Gothel did and lock Aster up.

4. Aster could hear Asha reading stories with Sabino every night, and that’s one of the many ways they became interested in human culture.

5. Aster often annoyed some stars by complaining that their constellations didn’t look like what humans called them as, like the Cetus constellation doesn’t look like a sea monster, or the Leo constellation didn’t look like a lion, even though the stars had no control over how humans saw them as and they couldn’t change their positions in the sky.

Magnifico 🫧

Magnifico could look younger if he drank his wife's rejuvenating potions, but they taste horrible and every time she drinks them (Twice a year) she screams in agony like her insides are burning, only to then turn to him with a smile and ask "Want some, my love?" and he just replies with "... Thanks dear, but I think I'll stick with my skincare routine."

Most of his "passionate king" persona he got from copying his brother's mannerisms, after all, his father always said he should be more like his little brother.

He kinda hates that little hair strand coming out on his forehead, but no matter how much hair gel he applies on it, the hair strand always comes back... Also his brother had an identical one.

Kings and queens in Rosas usually don't wear crowns, as the culture is for them to feel close to the people, not above them. However, Magnifico gifted Amaya with a tiara, that has a red garnet on her forehead, red garnets are associated with love, passion, and desire, but it has also been known to represent other things such as courage, strength, and protection. Basically he gave her a lucky charm. He also gave her the sash with the drawing of a moon she wears on her waist, it used to be his when he was a prince.

I can’t for the life of me decide which one of these Magnifico would wear to sleep:

I can see him wearing either of them. Same for Amaya.

Amaya 👑

1.Amaya pretty much had to teach Magnifico how to be a likable figure. I implied it a little bit in the story with Magnifico saying stuff like “Well, I did have the best teacher” to Amaya after he made a little acting scene on chapter “When Blue Turns Green”. Point is, before meeting her Magnus was pretty much an antisocial, reclusive prince that avoided even being seen in public. For him to become the larger than life, enthusiastic king we know in the story he and Amaya had to practice his social skills a lot, think of it like Belle teaching the Beast proper manners, Amaya changed him… But for the worst.

2.Like I explained on her backstory, Amaya is from Greece, and she committed some very serious crimes over there. So every time Rosas receives visitors from Greece Amaya puts on the hood of her cloak over her head during the wish ceremonies. It’s kinda funny, any other wish ceremony she looks normal, but whenever Greek people are around she goes:

3.I imagine some fun shenanigans must have happened over the years with Amaya’s potions going wrong, like she tests it on a rat and it turns into a giant rat running around the castle, or she mislabels the potions and drinks one that turns her into a worm 🐛 so Magnifico gotta prove he’d love her even if she was a worn and turn her back to normal.

4.Amaya is kinda like the moon in this story, because the moon doesn’t shine every night, in some phases the moon is barely visible, just like how Amaya is most of the time more in the background while Magnifico shines like the sun, but, when it IS her time to shine, just like a full moon, she outshines Magnifico himself.

5.She likes to feel comfy, she often walks around the castle with no shoes on most of the time but no one can tell because of her long dress.

Aaaand that’s all I got, hope you guys like this additional content, might inspire some fun asks hehe 😜

Thank You For Reading!

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midnightrings · 5 months

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One thing I find interesting about the 80s scenes is how everyone appears to have changed enormously, except for Hawk. I really love the 80s scenes in general, as they make me super interested in seeing how all those characters get to that point. The relationship between Hawk and Tim is so different to what we have seen in the 50s – much more balanced. But it is mostly Tim that has changed and grown.

Now, I’m not saying that Hawk is still the same person he was in the 50s. He’s clearly older, appears to be overall more mature and calmer, and even vulnerable to some extent. Yet his flaws remain. He’s clearly terrified of being outed, struggles to show emotions and prefers to run away and disappear. He’s still stoic and self-centered.

Marcus used to be very similar to Hawk, but has clearly changed. Mostly, because he has allowed himself to love and be loved. Tim is not the naïve, gullible man we’ve met in the first episode, but he’s still very passionate about the people and causes he cares about.

This reminds me of what Mary said in episode 2 – that hiding a part of yourself is different from killing it. And I believe that the reason Hawk has been unable to change and grow is because he's been trying to kill that part, again and again.

I don’t want to turn this into an analysis now, as we still have some episodes to go, and analyzing the 80s scenes is almost impossible without knowing what has actually happened. And I don’t want to rely too much on the synopsis for future episodes and other stuff without seeing it play out. But it is clear that Marcus and Frankie have decided to love each other, building a loving, lasting relationship. Tim has chosen to be authentically himself, just as he’s been craving to live like in the 50s. I feel like he might be outed against his will at some point. But even if that turns out to be true, he has still decided to openly be himself, fighting for what he believes in.

Hawk has chosen to kill a part of himself – not necessarily his sexuality, as he still has relationships with men, but any form of a deeper connection. And I feel like you can tell that he is regretting it, by the way he's observing all those openly queer people.

Maggie has accused him of trying to clear his conscience, and I don’t believe that she’s wrong. But I also don’t think that Hawk came by just to say that he’s tried. I think he decided to visit Tim, because a) he wanted to see him for himself, probably hoping that he wasn’t actually doing that bad, and b) to hopefully receive the opportunity to make things right. Realizing that Tim is in fact dying and that there would not be a lot of time left to make amends, he decided to stay. But I also feel that he wants to spend time with Tim. Ironically, I think Hawk is now in the position that Tim used to be in – yearning for something he can’t have. When he sees Marcus and Frankie together, he sees a life he has never dared to live. And now, there is no time to live it anymore, even if he dared to. And as Tim does not have much time left, Hawk chooses to spend it with him.

But in the end, Hawk is still the same man he’s always been. Tim and Marcus have changed immensely, mostly because they decided to not kill a part of themselves. Hawk has decided to try and kill it, and has therefore never been able to grow properly, at least in regards to Tim. And it makes it impossible for him to do the right thing now, as he repeatedly returns to his old ways.

#fellow travelers #kinda meta post #mostly a theory i guess as we don't have all the information yet so maybe the connection to mary's words is completely wrong lmao #hawkins fuller #tv #meta

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 1 year

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unfair

synopsis: It's not your fault that your boyfriend's best friend fell in love with you.

GENRE: angst

A/N: this will have part two, andddd I have another love triangle idea with jack and urban, let me know if you are interested in that concept.

also, I accidentally wrote 700 more words than originally intended, hope you enjoy!

You were petrified, you really didn't know what to say, or what to do.

“y/n, I’m so sorry, you don't really have to tell me anything. Jack is my best friend and I wouldn't do anything to break up the two of you and ruin his happiness. It's just... I've been hiding this feeling for months and even though it sounds a bit silly, you're the person I was least afraid to tell, because I felt like you were the one who could best understand me and not judge me or take it the wrong way.” Urban said almost in one breath.

His blue eyes didn't meet yours, his long hair fell in his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. Your boyfriend's best friend had just confessed that he was in love with you.

"Urban, don't worry, I don't judge you or take it badly, you even flatter me" you said trying to lighten his mood, and you got a small laugh from him, "no one can control who they fall in love with, but we both know that nothing will happen between us... I... well, I love jack a lot" you said, choosing your words carefully, Urban looked so vulnerable in front of you that you were afraid to say what he already knew: you were lost and madly in love with Jack, but you weren't going to put it that way, “so, what shall we do?”

Urban looked at you surprised, looking back at you for the first time, "you don't have to do anything"

"but I want to help. I want to help you, make things easier… and prevent you from suffering”

"I think that's kind of impossible, y/n" he replied, laughing humorlessly. and you made a grimace of discomfort at the thought of someone suffering because of you, not knowing what to answer.

"but yes, you can help me. I think... we should keep some distance"

"Okay," you said, swallowing hard. This would also be difficult for you, you loved urban very much, just not as he expected. Also, you shared space 24/7 so the task would be twice as difficult.

"and no word of this to jack, please" he added, his expression pleading.

"It's going to be hard to hide if we keep our distance" you warned him.

"I just... I'll try to keep myself busy so it doesn't show."

"Okay..." you said, "can I... can I give you one last hug before we go our separate ways?" You said half jokingly, half seriously. he smiled at you tenderly, nodding and opening his arms. you shortened the distance that separated you and surrounded him with your arms.

All this conversation was happening in the middle of the night, a few steps from the tour bus. Jack wasn't around, probably worrying about some technical stuff about his gigs, since he liked to be involved in all aspects of the tour, and Urban had asked you to join him for a smoke, but he never lit the blunt, he just started talking as if he needed to vomit the words that came out of his mouth, since his big secret was making him feel sick.

Therefore, you didn’t notice that Jack had been watching you from afar for a while. He hadn't wanted to interrupt you, because he had noticed the expression of pity on your face and how Urban only looked down. There weren't the usual laughs between you two, even away from you, Jack could feel the strange atmosphere that surrounded you both.

And even if he didn't want it, when the hug began to last longer than he considered appropriate, he felt his stomach tighten into a knot. He didn't want to distrust you, you weren't really doing anything wrong, but the act still left a bad taste in his mouth. When he saw you separate from the embrace, and you started to walk towards the bus, he quickly walked in, trying not to let you know that he had seen much of the interaction.

Without realizing it, the next few days Jack acted more distant towards you, and seemed to always have something on his mind. You tried to ask him a few times, but he always denied it. He seemed to be living inside his head, with no intention of wanting to get out. He stayed out of almost all social interactions, watching from the outside, especially you and Urban. The estrangement between you two did not go unnoticed by him.

One day you couldn't take it anymore and you faced him, you needed to know why he was acting so strange and distant.

"Why don't you and Urban talk anymore?" was the first thing he responded when you decided to face him.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"oh, so you don't deny it"

"Jack, what the fuck. Urban is your best friend, not mine...we've never been very close anyway."

"You're lying to me, and you know it."

"What are you insinuating?"

"I really don't know, y/n" he sighed, "I'd love it if you could tell me." you were silent for a few seconds. You wished you could be honest with Jack, fix this awkward situation you both had inadvertently created, but you had promised Urban not to tell him anything.

"So, you're not going to tell me," Jack talked again, and you looked down, "great." he added, getting up from the couch in the hotel room and walking to the door.

"Jack!" you said, standing up too. your eyes filling with tears without being able to avoid it, the anguish in your chest becoming unbearable.

"What, y/n? Just be honest, please."

"I promise you it's nothing. You're making a mess for nothing"

"If you don't want to give me an answer, then Urban will" was the last thing he said, before leaving the room.

***

You didn't know what to do, so you just waited, even though time didn't seem to advance. You tried to distract yourself on your phone, reading, or watching TV, but nothing helped, you could only think about what could be happening with Jack and Urban, but you didn't dare going out.

Jack came back an hour later, there was a tiredness on his face that you couldn't read, it didn't look like the normal tiredness he was always a victim of, but more like an emotional exhaustion.

You looked at him with expectant eyes, full of fear of what he might say. He didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"So, he's in love with you" he said with an expression you couldn't read either, which was killing you.

"umm, yeah..."

"and he asked you not to tell me anything" he added, and you just nodded, "and you did, you were true to your word"

"please jack, you're killing me. i need to know what you think"

"Honestly, I don't know, y/n, I never expected to be in this situation, but... Urban is going to take a break from touring, he decided it himself, but to be honest I think it's the best thing for me too. I know it's not his fault, but I'm angry, I think because he didn’t have the courage to tell me the truth in all these months” he went silent for a couple of seconds, “and also he never had the intention of doing it!” he said a little louder, trying to get his frustration out, “he asked you not to tell me anything for fuck’s sake”

you agreed, for a few seconds no one said anything but the uncertainty was too strong.

"and what about me?" he looked at you.

"what about you?" he asked you, like he was really confused.

"Are you mad at me too? Do you want me to go away?" you asked with a lump in your throat, a lump that deepened with each second of silence.

"I…I don't know…this is so weird, I have all these mixed feelings and I don't know what to do with them"

"It's not my fault, jack" you gasped, two silent tears escaping down your cheeks.

"I know"

"So? Why don't you tell me it's not my fault and you don't want me to go?" you said hurt.

"I don't know y/n, put yourself in my position a bit. My best friend is in love with my girlfriend, he confesses it to her and asks her not to tell me anything, I see them giving each other a very long hug, as if they were both full of feelings for each other..."

"wait, what?"

"yes, I saw you that night"

"It’s not what you are thinking, we weren't doing anything wrong”

"I know, but you kept the secret, y/n, you preferred to be loyal to him over me"

"he’s my friend" you said weakly, as weak as your justification.

"and i'm your fucking boyfriend!" Jack raised his voice, making you jump, "I'm sorry" he said a few seconds later, "I'm very confused, this has never happened to me with urban before, first of all... because he's never been in love, you're the first in his life, y/n" he looked at you with sad eyes, "and I don't know if I can live with that"

"jack, please, please don't break up with me. none of the three of us are to blame, we can get over it" you said desperate.

"You've been the only girl to ever unfreeze the heart of a man I've known almost all my life, y/n, how do I know his feelings for you won't come back as soon as he sees you again?"

"this is so damn unfair, jack" You said angrily, "I never meant for this to happen. I've never behaved inappropriately with him, I've never flirted with him, I've always had eyes only for you, my heart has always been with you, and you're going to leave me for something in which I am not to blame?”

“I’m not leaving you”

“but you’re thinking about it!”

“y/n, please, let's just let things cool down for a few weeks, take some distance and then talk with a cool head. I just... feel a lot of negative things right now."

"okay, let's let things cool down" you replied sarcastically, "although I don't know if things will go back to the way they were after that" were your last words before taking your phone and leaving the room.

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*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!jake sully x na'vi!reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: tired of the dom!jake rhetoric, i wanna hear this man whimpering!! inspired by this post; thank you for putting sub!jake in my head <3

it’d start out slow and easy, like you teasing him throughout the day and only letting him fuck you once he’d ask for it

but it’d quickly spiral into jake crying, begging you to let him cum.

and i mean begging. like, tears in his eyes, whimpering, he’d be on his hands and knees if you weren’t the one on top of him.

“please,” he whines, fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you. his chest is heaving as you keep your slow and steady pace on his cock, riding him leisurely. “c’mon, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” you croon, your hands snaking from his hips to his waist, admiring how tense his abdomen is. jake can’t even speak-- the only things that are coming out of his mouth are half-spoken words and hopeless whines. neither of you knows precisely long you’ve been at this, but it’s been long enough that jake can’t even think straight with how well you’re fucking him. he knows he can’t touch you, but with the sun on you, highlighting your curves and your muscles, he can’t help but grab your hips and push you down onto him. jake’s hips rut into yours, and his back arches from the sudden burst of pleasure. but in a moment, it’s all gone, because your hands find his wrists and plant them into the ground. you stop moving, and jake swears that he can feel his heart stop the moment you do. “what’d i say, baby?” you say, christening him with the nickname he’d once given you. “you don’t touch me while i’m fucking you, got it?” jake nods, vigorously. a part of you knows that if you told him he’d only be able to finish if he never breathed again, he’d take his chances with life without air. “good boy,” you hum, rewarding him with a soft kiss against his forehead. “disobey me again and i won’t fuck you for a week, you copy?”

he loves it when you use that military lingo on him ;)

and i just know he loves to eat you out

you were really adamant about it at first, only because the idea of it was so foreign to you

but once jake had done it a few times, you were hooked

you almost never explicitly ask for it, as you were worried that coercing him into giving you oral would make him lose his eagerness

but what you don’t know is that there is nothing in this entire universe that could ever make jake lose interest in diving into you like a man starved.

you try your best to be quiet. but with the way that jake’s tongue is circling your clit and his fingers prodding into your cunt? silence is nearly impossible. you’ve resorted to biting on the back of your hand to keep yourself quiet, the shuffling of others right outside your tent giving you the motivation to maintain your silence. your other hand is deep in jake's hair, pulling him closer you. you can’t help how you’re arching into him, hips rutting against his face, legs closed around his head. his free hand is gripping one of your thighs, shrugging it over his shoulder as he digs his fingers deeper into you. in moments you're cumming on his face, and jake is keen on letting your juices flow onto his palm. you feel him crawl up to you, his lips haphazardly meeting yours. you can taste yourself on his lips. you murmur quiet praises against his mouth before you readjust yourself, your knee heedlessly brushing against his hard cock. jake hisses into your neck, his entire body twitching at the fleeting satisfaction. “fuck, i need you. i need you bad.” he whines into the crook of your neck, his hips involuntarily rutting against your thigh to chase that satisfaction. and who are you to say no to that?

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar fic #atwow #✧. ┊ avatar !

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motions1ckness · 10 months

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hi 🙂 can you do roman roy x asexual fem reader where reader has a crush on roman (shaky hands blushy cheeks when he is close) and gardener in logan's house, so one day roman is walking in garden and hears her talking on the phone with her friend about how she doesnt want to have sex with anyone, and will never have children etc. And realizes she is just like him. Aaaand He starts talking to her...

ofc and i hope you enjoy!

content: ace!reader, f!reader, pining, fluff, mention of sex

Your mornings started with a 20-minute commute to manage Logan Roy’s garden. What the fuck does he know about flowers? To your surprise, a lot. Marica hired you as a gift for Logan. She told you his mother used to bring discounted bouquets home when he was a kid, so no pressure.

Today went on like the others, showing up at nine, and doing your job, except for the part where his kids stopped by. Fuck.

His youngest, Roman always caught your eye. Usually, you would be there for a few hours and be gone by noon, but now Roman was here. You tried prolonging your stay, now glad you began wearing summer dresses to combat the warmth.

Frankly, you've never spoken to any of Logan’s kids. They'd sometimes call out to you, or Roman would comment on Logan, “only hiring hot people.”

Before heading out, you phoned your roommate, who teases you because you casually walk into a billionaire's home every day.

They picked up within two rings “Hey, what’s up are you almost off yet? Or does the old man want you to be human furniture?” They say with a sarcastic tone. You laugh but also don't put it past the family.

“I’m about to go, it's just, you know his son? Roman, the one I keep telling you about?” You were slightly pacing, turning to peer inside, but it’s not like you could look in if you want to. Logan made it impossible for anyone to peek in.

The call caused Logan to notice you chatting and not working. He sent Roman to check on you, which caused him to feel Logan was punishing him by sending him outside. With a soft exhale, mixed with a groan, Roman headed towards the terrace.

“Oh? Should I break out candles? Pre-order a new mattress?” The other line egged on. You rolled your eyes at the comment, completely forgetting you were at work. The terrace was rather big. It wrapped around half the suite. Making Roman’s entrance undetected.

“Yeah, sure. But for real, It’s not like a sex thing. You know I’m not into that,” you slightly clear your throat, embarrassed by the thought someone would hear you from inside. Unbeknownst to you, Roman was listening to the conversation. When he heard you talking about sex, he panicked and moved toward the wall so you couldn’t see him. He thought it would be worse if you found out someone heard you. “It’s already bad enough it’s my boss's son.” That caught Roman’s attention, apart from him fearing you were talking about Kendall, but he couldn’t stop listening. Like a book he couldn’t put down.

“I think that makes it more fun. You know, sneaking around. But without the sex. Anyway, what was he wearing? I need more details than just his name and what the press says. C’mon, tell me who is the Roman Roy.” You liked how engaged your friend was, fearing opening up about your crush would end in humiliation.

“I don’t know what he’s wearing, I can’t see through the glass. But uh, I don’t know ‘the real Roman Roy'. I don’t interact with any of them. They’re all scary as shit, but I think it's time to head out. It’s fucking scalding.” Followed by exchanging goodbyes and looking up when the next train was going out.

Roman knew that conversation was about him, which made him nervous talking to you. It wasn't the first time you piqued his interest, how your wardrobe changed according to the weather, and how meticulous you get about the garden's appearance. You fascinated him. He also felt relief hearing you didn't want to sleep with him. Intimacy was his grey area, and he loved not feeling pressure to do it.

Roman waited a few seconds before emerging and speaking up, “Uh, my dad um, just wanted to know what you were doing out here,” Oh my god. He undoubtedly heard you. You wanted to curl up and die or resign out of embarrassment. Maybe he JUST got here, let's hope.

You turned to face him, feeling your face flush, “Oh, just heading out, looking when the next train is going out,” You put on a smile, hoping it makes you seem coy. It didn’t. Even if he didn’t overhear you, your face was beet red and your hands were slightly shaking.

“Well, I was about to head out, maybe, I can give you a ride? Or get a drink somewhere?” You could've sworn your face turned scarlet. Holy Shit. You stood in awe for a second, unable to fathom the words he spat out. “Um, y/n? Are you having a heat stroke or something?” He shields his eyes, feeling the heat against his skin, “He is a piece of shit for making you work out here, wow.”

You finally grasped what he said, “Y-yeah it’s actual hell out here, but going out sounds fun yeah.” You tried your best to sound easygoing after facing the worst embarrassment you've ever endured.

“Cool, uh, my driver is downstairs already,” he said in a merciful tone, gesturing for you to exit first.

The car ride was mostly silent. A few questions got thrown out asking about your job to ease the drive. The bar was incredibly upscale, feeling out of place arriving in your work clothes. Roman did his best to make you feel comfortable, he paid for the tab, and reserved a quiet area; he was trying to impress you. He asked about your life while you tried your best to pry about his.

“C’mon, tell me about something not so surface,” you paw at him, the two of you facing each other. You scanned his face as he took a sip of his drink, patiently waiting for his response.

He set the drink down, slightly smiling to himself because of the comeback he came up with, “So you could know ‘the real Roman Roy?’"

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jerzwriter · 7 months

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Know it All

Thank you to @mydemonsdrivealimo for this ask. By now we know that me and 100-words can't go in the same sentence, but it's still short for me :)

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 timeline) Characters: Bryce Lahela, Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 921 Summary: Casey needs the scoop on someone, and she knows exactly who to go to. A/N: Participating in @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 25, Secret

Being a resident was tough. The hours were grueling, and making a mistake didn’t merely get you into trouble or cost you a promotion; it was the definition of life or death. The stress could be overwhelming, but luckily, Casey heeded Dr. Delarosa's advice and built strong friendships with her fellow residents. It made perfect sense; seeing people outside of work was almost impossible. She was learning that the hard way since she met an intriguing doctor from Mass Kenmore a few weeks before. An intriguing doctor whose schedule never matched up with hers.

Fortunately, Bryce's schedule did, and she was meeting him in the cafeteria for lunch. While her stomach was grumbling, if she had to choose between nourishment or feeding her curiosity, the latter would win today. She needed the lowdown, and who better to go to than her best buddy, Bryce.

"Boo!" Bryce smiled as he attempted to frighten her from behind.

"Nice try, Lahela."

Bryce tossed a protein bar her way and watched Casey’s face fall.

"Is this what you meant when you said you were treating me to lunch today?"

"Nope," he said, biting into his bar. "But have you seen the line for the registers? We can either have these delightfully chalky fake chocolate bars and conversation, or we can spend our entire break on that line and not talk at all."

"You know, this doesn't taste so bad," she smiled.

"That’s the right answer!” Bryce grinned. “Given the choice of a quality meal or my company, I believe my company is always the way to go.”

“Well, it works today,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Because I need to use you.”

“Casey,” he sighed dramatically. “I understand the longing, I do... but you know damn well we decided not to let our relationship go there.”

She shook her head without expression. “You know, you are such an ass! I’m not interested in ‘going there’ with you... but there is someone else that I might be....”

Bryce eagerly leaned over the table, his attention piqued. “Who? Who is it? Do I know them? Is it the hot new nurse in the ICU? Because I have it on good counsel that she has the hots for you.”

“Really? Well, that might be a good backup plan,” Casey giggled. “But that’s not who I’m talking about.”

She turned around to survey the room. Once confident no one was in earshot, she leaned in and lowered her voice to a whisper.

“What do you know about Tobias Carrick from Kenmore.”

Bryce leaned back in his chair, a look bordering on disappointment registered on his face. “Carrick?” he said, a bit too loud as Casey shushed him.

“Yes, what do you know about him.”

“All right, first, thank you for recognizing that my knowledge base extends to all hospitals in this city, not just Edenbrook.”

“Can we stick to the point?”

“Sorry,” he grinned. “I guess my question is... how do you intend to utilize him? Because if you’re looking for a couple of memorable nights that you’ll be bragging about into your nursing home years, Carrick’s your man. But if you’re looking for more than that, and you usually end up wanting more than that... well, in that case, I’d be happy to introduce you to Amira in ICU.”

He could tell at once that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear.

“Is he that bad?” She asked. “I mean, I’ve heard he’s not exactly Mr. Commitment...”

“Understatement of the millennium,” Bryce interrupted.

“... BUT... Oh, Bryce, the man is super hot, and I really like him. He’s been nothing but attentive and sweet to me since we met.”

“Have you slept with him yet?”

“No....”

Bryce raised his hands in triumph. “I rest my case. Look, anyone who's not a straight man will tell you he is hot, and if you want to have fun, have fun. But I watched you go through entirely too much after the shit with he-who-we-will-not-name-while-at-work went down... and I don’t want to see you hurt like that again.”

They both looked at Casey’s phone as it vibrated on the table and now it was Bryce's turn to roll his eyes. Once he saw the stupid grin on his friend’s face, he knew two things: the text was from Carrick, and Casey was already in much deeper than she was willing to admit.

“That him?” he asked for effect.

Casey pocketed her phone with a smirk. “Shut up.”

“Look,” he replied sincerely. “I haven’t heard that he’s a bad guy, just that he’s only interested in one thing. But a few of my buddies from the volleyball team know him well. I can weasel some information out of them if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Oh!” he clapped his hands in excitement. “Better yet! I know his housekeeper's daughter! Jackpot! Who better to get dirt from,” he winked. “I’ll put in a call today.”

“How the hell do you know his housekeeper’s daughter?”

“She’s my florist.”

Casey closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

“And how do you know that your florist’s mother is Tobias’s housekeeper?”

“Casey,” he smiled smugly. “I know everything.”

His pager went off, and he jumped up from his chair.

“That’s Tanaka. Look, I’ve gotta run, but I’ll have a dossier about the guy ready for you by the end of tomorrow.”

“If surgery doesn’t work out for you, you might have a future in espionage.”

“The Hawaaiin James Bond,” he grinned. “I like it.”

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mshalfemptygirl · 1 year

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Exagerado (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very interested in Brazilian culture and also in Reader, his co-worker.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x !Fem!Reader

Contents: just really fuffy god i love it

Request: ai! imagino mt a reader cantando exagerado pro spencer e ele tp 🤔 e indo atras da tradução 😢😭😢😭 + ele aprendendo português pra surpreender elaaaa n da mtt fofo

A/N: my first request omg i’m really happy and this one is so cute, i’m in love. And please, go listen the song mentioned here in the fic. Hope you like it, love y’all.

It was July, the weather was hot and muggy outside, the midday sun was high, and all I could think about was eating something good. But real food. Where I come from, lunch is not just about eating something practical and quickly, in Brazil we eat rice, beans, salad, steak and even have coffee afterwards. When I told this to Spencer, he thought it was the most curious thing in the world and asked a bunch of questions using the excuse of " you have dual nationality and as good friends we have to know everything about each other". Now, we're in the car, going to eat something more substantial than what they offer us at the police station, because there they only have donuts, and I'm not a big fan of that.

I was driving because Spencer doesn't really like to drive and as he does geographic profiling, he's my GPS. He said that there is a Brazilian restaurant in the other side of the city and he seemed really happy about it because he knew it would make me feel less homesick. But U.S is my home too. On the way, he insisted on listening to my MBP (Brazilian Popular Song) playlist. I don't know if he's interested in Portuguese but he speaks some difficult languages, I don't think she would be much of a challenge, so I never taught him anything.

We are stuck in the traffic and when I looked at him, he was looking out the window. If we go the whole way without talking to him, I'd go crazy so I decided to strike up a conversation. "Did you like the playlist?", he looked at me and said, "Oh, yes, it's quite interesting. Portuguese is such a beautiful language, but unfortunately, Portuguese have approximately 260 million total speakers. Not that much if you compare to other languages". I smile, I think it's really cute when he talks about scientific facts. How do girls not like that? This makes him look much more attractive to my eyes.

"I'm glad you like it, I do too. Oh, why don't you pick a song for me to sing to you while we're stuck in traffic?" He raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, you don't sing". He watched me roll my eyes, I wasn’t believing he had the nerve to say I'm a bad singer. "Well, Dr, I don't sing well but that doesn't mean I can't sing. Come on, just for fun. My voice in isn't too bad, please". And do you know what he did? HE LAUGHED. He really is annoying sometimes, but I can't get mad because when I see his face, such a pretty face, I forgot everything. It's so easy to get lost in him."Okay, I'll choose...", he was scrolling down my Spotify playlist and stopped when he was almost at the end. "... this one. Looks like a good one."

I got excited, grabbed the water bottle that was in the back seat of the car and took a sip. He chose a song about an impossible love, one of my favorites and for me, if Cazuza were still here and knew us, he would say that Exagerado was about me and Dr. Reid. I put the music on, the first notes started and his gaze was fixed on me. I used my water bottle as a microphone and waved at him. Even dying of shame I started to sing, “Amor da minha vida, daqui até a eternidade (love of my life, from here to eternity)...” and I used my free hand to hold his right hand, “Nossos destinos foram traçados na maternidade (our fateswere predetermined in the maternity ward)...”. I kept singing and he seemed to be enjoying it. Trying to follow the lyrics on my phone. When I sang the last verse it said something like “Thrown at your feet with a thousand stolen roses. I'm exaggerated, I love an invented love”. I was over the moon, I had forgotten about the traffic and that I was singing to him. He applauded, I thanked for the private show and said that I did well, even though I knew that I did badly. He's just really cute. I thanked him, feeling happy. After some minutes, the traffic flowed and we headed to the restaurant.

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One week later, we were in other case, in other city. The team was ready to go back to the hotel to rest after a long week, I was sharing a room with Spencer. It was a typical hotel, it had a king size bed, a very good shower and a nice view of the avenue. I was tired, and I threw myself on the bed while Spencer set his briefcase on the table and took off his tie. I had closed my eyes because I wanted to savor my moment of peace, when he spoke. "Y/N?", I opened my eyes "Yes, love?" I love using pet names with him, he blushes every time. "You know the song you sang in the car last week? Well, I took the time to look up the translation of the lyrics in English... and... well, I wanted to ask if you find it familiar..." I sat on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrow. He was leaning against the wall, looking nervous. He walked over to me and sat next to me. "You know, we... we've been friends for a long time and in my imagination sometimes when I think about dating someone, I think about you. So I'm basically invented a love and it's been driving me crazy, I even am learning Portuguese to surprised you because I want to speak in your language and Y/N... shit, I'm rambling, right? sorry". I was in shock, in my head I just thought holy shit he likes me, he likes me, he likes me. I had to tell you something, but what? I had to talk about my feelings for him. It was now or never.

"Baby, It’s okay, I also invented love with you, ‘cause I love spending time with you and you are so smart, funny and I even like you magic tricks. And I swear when I'm in a room with you like now all I can think about is taking off your stupid clothes and kissing your whole body..." okay, that was too much. I have to learn to filter what I say. "Sorry, I didn't think about what I was saying. Fuck, I was trying to be romantic", I put my hands over my face because I was dying of embarrassment.

He took my hands from my face and said "It’s okay, I want to do this with you too", I felt the distance between us shrink and he gave me a kiss. A soft, lingering kiss. When I parted our lips, I ran my hand over his face. I kissed him again, and again. His lips on mine took me to heaven.Then, he started to place kisses on my neck and I felt an arousal like I've never felt for anyone before. Indeed, our fateswere predetermined in the maternity ward. I can feel it in my bones. "Spence, I want you". He placed one last kiss on my chin, “Tudo que você quiser, meu amor (Anything you want, my love)”.

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hello! what is your ranking of the rv title tracks, im curious to know, unless you've posted it before im sorry 😭

hi! 🌟 oh my goodness i spent quite a while on this because i am TERRIBLE at ranking things and i also had a lot to say... but here you go! disclaimer that i genuinely love red velvet’s discography to pieces and even the songs that are ranked lower on this list are among some of my favorites. i also decided not to include their japanese singles, solos, subunits, or sm station releases to make things a little easier for myself. you may notice that chill kill does not feature on the list & that’s because it hasn’t been out for long enough for me to ascertain my feelings towards it just yet! okay soooooo with all that out of the way . here are my thoughts 🦢

russian roulette - ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL TIME. i got into red velvet immediately after hearing this back in 2016 & showed it to absolutely everyone i knew because i was so completely head-over-heels for it... i adore its playful synthiness and how bubbly and sweet their voices sound here, i LOVE its accompanying music video of course. when i think of kpop at its very best i think of russian roulette by red velvet!

automatic - i’m forever blown away by this song like it is literally perfect to me… smoldering, minimalist, effortlessly beautiful. i can’t believe they put this out so early in their careers, like genuinely what a feat. i love it so much

rookie - i feel like rookie is strangely underrated & i never understood why? it’s fun, it’s cute, it’s silly, it’s extremely loopable. really excellent instrumental imo and it shines even through their vocals… the strong bassline and brassy chorus in particular are highlights for me. also i think seulgi had a lot of fun this era in particular and it was so nice to see!

one of these nights - i absolutely love the creative direction of its music video & the song itself cemented rv as some of my favorite vocalists ever. easily one of their best title tracks, red or velvet. like it’s just perfect… melancholic and soulful and utterly magical

rbb (really bad boy) - i think this is one of their singles that best shows off their vocals… belting, shrieking, breathy whispering, chanting… the harmonization, the adlibs… so cunt, so interesting to listen to, so all over the place in the best way possible! no other group could have done it

umpah umpah - okay i personally feel that this is their best title track of the original festival trilogy in addition to their best summer single… never fails to lift my spirits, like it’s so joyful and unabashedly fun! i love that it sounds like it’s from a musical and i don’t mean that sarcastically at all

dumb dumb - literally one of the most unique kpop tracks like how many other songs can you think of that sound like this. still SO genuinely novel and exciting to listen to for its quirkiness and nonstop momentum that just builds and builds and builds

bad boy - very evocative of a particular moment in kpop but it aged like a fine wine! delicious to hear then & delicious to hear now… swaggering and silky and impeccably produced. i also think that the styling & sets for this music video were heavily imitated afterwards with songs of lesser quality from other groups. rv 🔛🔝

be natural - SO GOOD... sleek and sultry and understated. i also really love the way the music video is filmed and i think it belongs in the criterion collection. i’m ranking this a little lower than it deserves maybe by virtue of it being a cover rather than an original song and also because of taeyong’s rap

peek-a-boo - PEOPLE DIED. i feel like it’s almost impossible to listen to this without thinking of its music video—not at all a detriment because it’s a complete delight to watch. very catchy and clever and cool despite not being particularly upbeat. i feel like… again… it’s one of those songs where i can’t imagine a group other than red velvet putting out a comeback like this. it’s so them

feel my rhythm - love the structure of this song so much… brings together so many unexpected elements so elegantly. the noisiness caught me off guard a little bit when it came out but now i love the way they transition between the pots-and-pans quality of the verses and the orchestral ambience of the choruses. it really does feel like a frenetic, enchanting festival

power up - SO SILLYYYYY i’m a fan! i love songs with video game-inspired instrumentals & power up is one that’s fast and upbeat and summery and impossible not to dance along to. the japanese version in particular does something to my brain

birthday - i really did not like this when it first dropped but i enjoy it a LOT now… it feels like it’s building up to something it never really reaches but despite this i think it’s so catchy and bold & i love the sample the song is built around

ice cream cake - okay honestly very fun and i loved it back in the day but i don’t find myself listening to it a ton now... really enjoyed the collective blonde moment though & how ahead-of-the-curve they were with its noisy instrumentals!

queendom - i do think the lyrics can get a little corny and it’s not among their strongest title tracks, but it’s cute and easy listening vibes to me and there are some really wonderful vocal moments here and there!

psycho - good song but it was super overplayed a few years ago and it’s sonically not as interesting as their other singles. i know some people feel it’s their best but i don’t agree because i feel like i prefer songs with less muddied instrumentals. very quintessentially rv though, if that makes sense!

zimzalabim - was this a bad song… NO. do i like it that much… ALSO NO. the bridge is stunning though, one of their prettiest bridges ever, and i loved the satanism accusations that were flying around when it first dropped

red flavor - super popular, i know, and i do think it’s nice and nostalgic still, but i don’t feel it’s their best summer track and don’t actually listen to it all that much… oops. i love the twinkling sounds in the chorus but it has an empty and echoey quality to it at certain points that i find i’m not the biggest fan of

happiness - kind of a lackluster debut sorry... i do like the refrain and the pre-chorus though so the only time i ever seek out this song is when i wanna hear that bit... like yes joy! exactly joy!

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My question is a bit far-fetched😅 but well I'll still say it, if Evelyn leaves Derry for whatever reason at this moment in the story, she moves with her family to another place or maybe she moves alone to live with a relative outside from Derry or something like that, let's suppose that Evelyn leaves Derry as a possibility (which now in this age and this stage of history I think is impossible, it's just a supposition) how would her surroundings react, especially Henry, I think he would be the one who It would affect him more and what about Patricio???? and Victor??

Somehow I got this idea in my head because Evelyn wants to move when she grows up and she has postcards in her room with places she wants to visit and she once said she wants to leave Derry.

Far-fetched or not, I absolutely love this question! I was gonna save this one for next week, but I need to answer it now; otherwise, it’s just gonna nag at me all weekend.

So let’s jump right in! (This is gonna be really scattered and unorganized because I’m just word-vomiting all my thoughts right now.)

The Bowers Gang Reacts to Evelyn Moving

tw; brief mentions of murder and suicide.

— Henry

Henry has massive abandonment issues, so congratulations, you’ve just unlocked his greatest fear.

Evelyn entered Henry’s life the day after his mom left, so he’s developed a very intense and almost childlike attachment to her.

He’s demanding and possessive, but most of all, he’s terrified of losing her, which is probably why he feels the need to test her as much as he does, but that’s a whole other discussion.

Anyway—

If Evelyn leaves, Henry’s not just losing a love interest—he’s losing his sole source of safety and comfort. He goes to her when he needs to escape all the shit he deals with at home. If she leaves, where’s he gonna go? What’s he gonna do? He’s gonna be stuck in a town that he hates, in a house that he hates, with nothing but bad memories and bad feelings. It’s a recipe for disaster.

When Evelyn tells Henry she’s leaving, his initial reaction will be utter disbelief.

Evelyn can't leave Derry. They're supposed to leave together.

Henry has been wanting to leave for years, but he's stayed in this shitty town for her.

How can she just leave without him?

And then that little voice will kick in. You know the voice. It’s his dad’s voice.

Of course she’s leaving, that voice will say. That’s what women do. They’re selfish whores who leave you.

Turns out, his dad was right yet again.

And that's when Henry’s rage will take over. He’ll lash out at Evelyn and say horrible, hateful things.

He'll probably break stuff. Stuff that holds a lot of sentimental value for Evelyn.

Will he get violent with her? Maybe. I’d like to think he wouldn’t, but in this case, there’s a fair chance he could.

Regardless, he’ll refuse to see her on her last day in Derry.

Evelyn will want to say goodbye (and she’ll feel so, so guilty and heartbroken over this whole situation), but Henry won’t let her.

Knowing Evelyn, she’ll probably write him a letter or something, and Henry will keep that letter for the rest of his life.

Even if he hates her, he'll keep it.

He’ll go to her house once it’s empty.

He'll lie down on the floor of Evelyn’s bedroom and stay there for hours.

He'll keep visiting the house until it sells and another family moves in.

And then he’ll inevitably self-destruct.

He’ll get a lot more aggressive and violent. He’ll probably start abusing alcohol or some other drug. And if he doesn’t end up in jail for killing someone (like his dad), he’ll probably end up eating a bullet at some point.

Are you guys sad yet? I’m sad.

— Patrick

With Patrick, I think it depends on where he and Evelyn are in their relationship.

If he’s already had his fun with her, he won’t even notice she’s gone. He’ll have already moved on to his next obsession.

Evelyn? Who’s Evelyn?

This is the best-case scenario. The alternative is… well honestly it’s kind of terrifying.

Evelyn and Patrick’s relationship is built upon this mutual fascination they have with each other. So if Evelyn leaves abruptly, before Patrick has fully sated his curiosity…

Well that just isn’t allowed.

See Patrick thinks he’s the center of the universe and that everyone else exists solely for his pleasure and entertainment.

He doesn’t recognize other people’s thoughts or feelings because in his mind they’re not supposed to have their own thoughts and feelings.

They’re no different than the flies he used to kill with his ruler.

Why would Evelyn think she can just… leave? Who gave her permission to do that?

So Patrick will be confused, like genuinely confused, probably the most confused he’s ever been in his life.

This doesn’t ever happen. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

(And why is it bothering him so much?)

He’ll probably start questioning his own reality, honestly.

When Evelyn breaks the news to Patrick, he’ll be calm… like eerily calm.

He’ll probably say something like, “Well that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

And there will be something in his tone that makes Evelyn very uncomfortable. It’ll make every hair on her body stand on end.

She’ll convince herself that she’s overreacting, of course, because in reality what’s Patrick gonna do? Kill her?

Famous last words.

On Evelyn’s last night in Derry, Patrick will sneak into her room for one last goodbye…

and Evelyn will finally meet the monster under the mask.

— Victor

I think Victor would handle this situation the best, honestly.

He’ll be sad, of course, but he’s mature enough now to know this isn’t the end of the world. People move all the time. It's a natural part of life.

And it's a good thing Evelyn's getting out of Derry. She deserves better than Derry.

He’ll probably help Evelyn pack up her things.

During this time, they’ll probably spend a lot of time reminiscing and going through all of Evelyn’s old keepsakes.

All those letters she wrote Vic? All those drawings? Yeah those are definitely coming out of storage. Victor’s mom will probably bring them over herself, and she’ll be a sobbing mess about the whole situation.

If Vic ever plans to confess, this will be the time he does it.

Maybe Evelyn will reciprocate his feelings.

Maybe she won’t.

Either way, they’ll stay in touch after Evelyn moves. Evelyn will make sure they do.

They’ll talk on the phone regularly, exchange letters, and Vic will probably send her a postcard or two (because Vic knows how happy that would make her).

Once Vic graduates high school, he’ll probably try to move closer to Evelyn, especially if she responded positively to his confession.

He’ll either try to get into the same university or one close by.

(And could you imagine if Jimmy also went to that school and the three of them had a little reunion?)

(Perfect ending! 😂)

Yeah, those two will be fine.

— Belch

I know you didn’t ask about Belch, but Evelyn leaving would seriously affect his life, too!

Evelyn helps Belch keep Henry from going off the deep end.

With her gone, Henry’s gonna start to unravel, and Belch isn’t gonna be able to hold him together on his own.

So Belch will have a choice to make: he either goes down in flames with Henry or he steps away and separates from him entirely.

For Belch’s sake, I sincerely hope he chooses the latter.

He deserves to be happy.

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chronophobique · 8 months

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Librarian!Hermione comes across 7 odd books during her shift

— 789 words

It was curiosity that had pushed Hermione to pick up the book from the pile.

“Another one?” she asked Will, her colleague, as she opened it and mechanically skimmed through it. “It’s as big as a novel.”

Usually, the works recounting Harry’s childhood were biographical. And certainly weren’t as voluminous.

“That’s because it is,” he affirmed, a pile of old handbound books floating in the air behind him. “And if I’m not mistaken, this is just one in a series of seven books. I don’t know how they got here, but they’re definitely Muggle-made.”

Hermione was at a loss for words. Seven books?! How could there be so much to say on his life from an external point of view?

Unless it was from a different point of view, which was apparently the case.

Harry’s? Impossible. Surely, if her best friend had suddenly decided to try himself at autobiographical literature, she would have been one of the first people to know.

It didn’t look like it was written by Dumbledore, McGonagall, or Hagrid either. Not exactly.

Yet the narrator had to be someone who knew them personally, because how else would they know of the exact discussion they’d had on their very first encounter on the train?

Overwhelmed, the witch closed the book shut.

“Alright, there?”

“Yes, um. I’ll send them back,” she said with no real intention of doing so as she levitated the whole series towards the back room, where she hid for the rest of the afternoon.

Her speed-reading glasses on her nose, Hermione read all seven books with an uncomfortable knot growing in the pit of her stomach as she neared the ending.

One she never got to as she realised the last pages had been ripped out, which sure was intriguing but not such a bad thing, given how scarily accurate the narrative was.

Whoever had written this knew everything about Harry and his inner thoughts.

About them.

Nothing happening in those books was fictional. Well, not for the Wizarding World, at least.

“Do you know what happened to this book?”

Busy rearranging the shelves, the wizard kept his eyes on the movement created by his wand as he said, “I thought you were sending them back?”

“I was going to, but—you know, Harry is my friend, and some writers have the bad habit of distorting reality just to attract an audience, so I just wanted to make sure…”

That made him chuckle. “I’m only joking. You can keep it, if you want. It won’t be put up for sale if it’s damaged, anyway.”

“Right.”

“Just, Hermione. If you don’t plan to keep it, make sure not to throw it in some bin in front of the new boss. That’s not a good look for a librarian.”

She blinked. “We have a new boss? I thought you were—”

“Yes, you do,” a voice cut her off before the book was snatched from her hands. “And this book isn’t going anywhere without my consent, especially not in some bin. “Did I make myself clear?”

At least two heads taller than her, the blond man looked at her as if he found she belonged in said bin instead.

“Malfoy?!”

Her boss? Really?

“Did I make myself clear?” he repeated in a colder, more threatening tone, which only increased her interest for the books.

“I didn’t want to throw it away. I was going to take it home—”

“And why would you? It doesn’t even have a proper ending.”

Taking notice of their close proximity, she put some distance between them and crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course, you’ve read it.”

Obviously. It was his story too, after all.

“And did you savagely rip out the pages too?”

She didn’t really know why she asked. It was just a feeling.

“Savegely,” he snorted. “There’s no gentle way to rip paper, Granger.”

Her eyebrows rose to her forehead. “So you did do it,” she puzzled out. “Why?”

Eyes darting around, he suddenly looked almost like he regretted giving this information away.

“That’s none of your business,” he said sternly before turning on his heel and walking towards the stairs leading to the management office. “Get back to work.”

“My shift is over!” she nearly shouted as he disappeared behind the door.

Arsehole.

“Does it matter?”

At her friend’s question, she heaved a long sigh. “Not really. I just—don’t understand why he would do this. And I refuse to believe it’s because it’s Muggle-made, so don’t even think of bringing it up.”

“Fine, I won’t,” he said with a shrug before nudging her with his elbow as he always did every time she got upset. “Maybe the epilogue was trash, eh? What’s this book about, anyway?”

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farabruh · 5 months

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Leon BPD post

Now, a little disclaimer beforehand: I'm not an expert in mental diseases nor personality disorders, I'm not a psychiatrist or even a psychologist, my knowledge is pretty surface-level. I'm not affirming anything and understand that this is a children's cartoon so the following is nearly impossible to be true, and I'm definitely not trying to offend anybody on purpose. It's just me mumbling about my headcanons, and I'll be interested in hearing your ideas about Leon's mental state, cause he's truly a character tbh.

First of all, what is BPD or borderline personality disorder? It's a mental condition in which person's has drastic mood swings, instability in relationships and self-image.

One of the biggest signs of BPD is fear of abandonment, which Leon clearly shows in s1e8. Actually this is the episode that makes you question his mental health state the most, but I digress. So, in this episode he struggles with feeling left out because of all the lies of some dude, though he never had a good reason to even consider this. That could be connected to paranoia, as he most likely assumed the worst about others and how they view him if his initial thought is that his friend are ganging up on him.

That also leads us to another sign of bpd: unclear self-image. In the same episode Leon has these moments where everyone saying that they should leave him behind and kick him out of the group. Thus, we can assume, that deep inside Leon is not that confident. Furthermore, he always does something to make himself seem to be the best. For example, s1e2 where he wants to be the one to score the final goal or s2e12 where he almost leaves the team to live his dream.

Those moments mentioned above in the 8th episode can be considered as a sign of dissociation too. That is when he breaks down after reading "Marlon's" letter. The voices he hears and the whole change of the surroundings into gray, which, I guess is an artistic choice, however, it still represents him being at his lowest and losing touch with reality.

Another very important sign of bpd is instability in relationships. That often goes along with black and white thinking, which means there's no gray area for those people. It can lead one to either adore or absolutely despise a person. And sometimes the switch can happen in the blink of an eye. Now I don't really remember Leon having a "favorite person", but he does change his attitude towards people who do not what he's expecting from them. Take s1e9 for example, Leon changes his opinion about Markus after finding out he was playing for the other team. While it seems reasonable at first, later on he still refuses to change his mind and even acts as if he doesn't know him. Or in *guess what episode* 8. Marlon immediately becomes his enemy after some lies in the school newspaper. And it's not only about his brother, but the whole team, since all of them were saying bad words about him in his delusions. Also s2e4, a moment with Willi. Yes, everyone thought he abandoned them, but Leon was the first to jump into conclusion...again.

What can also outline bpd is mood swing. Honestly, I can’t remember Leon having those, but I remember one moment from s1e3 where they all came to the field and Leon was like «screw it, I’m out». Maybe that counts as a mood swing? Also, perhaps, the way he acted in the 8th episode can also be considered as a mood swing

Speaking of impulsiveness, it’s definitely s1e1 when he challenges Siegers without thinking. Plus he gets in verbal arguments a lot, though it's more about anger issues.

Now let’s count how many BPD symptoms he has:

Fear of abandonment - yes

Unstable relationships - yes

Unclear or shifting self-image - yes

Impulsive, self-destructive behaviors - yes

Self-harm. Suicidal behavior – no, but obviously you can’t put that in the kid’s show

Extreme emotional swings – mmm, even though there are some moments with it, I wouldn’t say so

Chronic feelings of emptiness - no, not really

Explosive anger - yes

Feeling suspicious or out of touch with reality – yes

6/9 which is enough to get diagnosis.

Another question that can occur: why is he like that?

Well, things that cause BPD can be different, but we wanna look at the child neglect. I’ve already talked about Wessel’s family, but I feel like I need to mention it again. So my theory is that their mother left when they were still at the young age, so their dad had to raise his sons by himself. That could’ve caused trauma for Leon, which later progressed into BPD.

In conlusion,

And I think that’s all I wanted to say. Idk, if you liked this stuff I might do a similar thing with the rest of the gang.

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I can’t keep pretending

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, fluff

Summary: (Y/n) has loved Dean for years but could never share her feelings out of fear. Fear of rejection and embarrassment.

(Y/n) had loved Dean for years, but could never tell him because she didn't want to get her feelings hurt. She feared rejection, so almost no one knew about her feelings for him. Sam was the only one who knew how strong she felt for him, but she trusted that he’d keep it to himself. The brothers planned on going to a bar later in the night after finishing a hunt and they begged (Y/n) to come with them, but she lied to get out of it. She didn’t wanna watch Dean have his way with other women, it hurt her bad.

A few hours later, she was sitting on the uncomfy motel bed, watching some old stupid shows on the crappy tv that they had in the motel. The brothers came back and to her surprise, they didn't seem drunk, but that was very hard for her to believe, especially when it came to Dean.

"I thought you were tired" Dean said, dropping his keys on the table of the motel room.

"I am, but for some reason..I can't sleep" She said, lying again. If she were to let Dean know how she was really feeling..damn would she be hurt, it was obvious he didn’t feel the same.

"Hey i'll be right back, I left my bag in the impala" Sam said, walking quickly out of the motel room and to the car. He could tell they both needed some time alone.

"Hey (Y/n), Can we talk real quick?" Dean asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Yeah sure, what's up?" She said, turning the TV off and sitting up.

"So..this is out of nowhere I know, but for a while now I’ve had this weird feeling whenever you’re close to me or whenever I hear your name, or..i don’t know, anything about you. I guess..I never really understood why, but a year ago I did.” He smiled weakly and took her hands into his own “I love you (Y/n) and I can't keep acting like I don't feel anything between us because I do. I know..I probably waited to long to tell you, but I was nervous." Dean said.

She got off the bed and laughed while walking to the fridge. She grabbed a beer and popped the cap off, taking a sip. "How drunk are you?" She asked.

Dean got up and walked over to her. “Well uh..that’s not really the answer I was expecting?” He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not drunk (Y/n). Look, I understand this is random, but I felt something tonight, I felt so lonely without you near me”

"Yeah right" She said.

"You don't believe me?" Dean asked.

"No" She said.

"Why not" Dean asked. He got up and walked over to her “How could you not believe me? I just poured my heart out to you (Y/n).” He sighed softly and looked down at her.

"Because Dean..it's impossible for a guy like you to..love a girl like me" She said, looking down. She played with her fingers and avoided eye contact.

"How could you say that? Really.." Dean said.

"Dean i'm not like all the other girls you sleep with or find interest in. You like the blondes..the skinny girls with the perfect hips..the model looking girls. I get it..you probably found out I liked you and felt bad. Look you don’t have to do this ok? You don’t have to pretend because you feel bad for me.” She sighed.

"Look at my face and tell me if i'm lying to you" Dean said, lifting her chin and he stared right into her eyes, a slight smile growing on his face. Her (Y/e/c) eyes stared right back into his forest green ones. She couldn't say anything, he was just so damn perfect, it left her speechless. Before she knew it, he leaned in, put his hands on her hips and kissed her lips softly.

He then pulled her body flush against his and smiled. He tried pulling away, but she only pulled him back in for another kiss, running her hands through his soft, slightly spiked hair. After a few minutes, she pulled away and rested her forehead against his, her hands still lost in his locks and their bodies still pressed close together.

"I don't care if you don't believe me, I love you (Y/n)" Dean said, smiling softly.

"I-I love you, Dean" She said, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

#spnfamily #jensen ackles #supernatural #dean winchester #spnfandom #castiel #jared padalecki #sam winchester #misha collins #winchester #dean winchester series #dean winchester x you #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester fanfiction #dean #dean x reader #jensen ackles series #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles x reader

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kellanved-ammanas · 10 months

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Rarepair Weekend Day 2: Pyro/Medic - Spicy | Savory | Sweet

For @tf2rarepairevents Rarepair mini weekend event!

With Pyro’s tendency to get a bit excited about the stove top burners, banning him from using the stove without supervision was probably fair. He did almost burn the kitchen down not long after they’d moved to this base. But he was having one of those ‘wanting to try something new’ moments that were hard to ignore. The something new he wanted to try was cooking and so… sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night it was.

He could do it in the daytime and just have someone watch to make sure he didn’t set the burners too high but… he wasn’t a child. Being supervised like one was annoying even in cases where it was warranted. Also, he wanted to be able to taste it which he had to take the gas mask off for which he couldn’t bring himself to do when just about anyone could walk in without warning. He could handle being in the presence of flames without being overwhelmed by his desire to feed it until it grew into a roaring blaze.

His resolve almost broke as soon as he started the burner. It was so pretty but so small, making it bigger would mean more pretty to look at it. He reached for the dial but… no! More pretty was also more dangerous and bad for cooking. It would burn the food and that would be bad so he had to refrain. He put the skillet over it, reducing temptation by hiding it.

There not being much of interest in the pantry and not knowing much about what he was doing anyway, he went for something simple; eggs and pancakes. His first attempt at scrambled eggs was underdone and then upon being put back on the stove, burnt. His second attempt was a bit better. He seasoned it with all the spices they had in the cupboard. Which probably would’ve been a poor choice if they weren’t so limited in their spice selection out here in the desert. As it was though, it tasted good enough, to him anyway.

Next was pancakes. Except… how did one make pancake batter? There was flower and vanilla, right? Probably baking powder too. Was that it or…

“Huh? Didn’t expect to find you here.”

Pyro jumped, snapping around to face the kitchen entryway where Medic stood. He wore his pajamas, indicating he’d gone to bed but was now up again and probably looking for coffee. But of all people to catch Pyro here, he was the best option because he already knew what Pyro’s face looked like. And he’d be a hypocrite for caring about anyone else breaking the kitchen rules when just last week he’d done so himself via putting another experiment in the fridge because his personal one in his lab was too full.

“I’m banned from using the burners so I gotta use them at night. I’ve been good though, promise.” Especially now that burners were off while he tried to figure out this pancake batter thing. “I’m not gonna burn the kitchen down… probably.”

Medic gave a tired hum of acknowledgment before walking over to counter where Pyro had left the plate of eggs for now. He picked up the fork next to it and tried a bite. Whether he liked it or not as impossible to guess as his expression didn’t change. But as long as he was here and awake…

“Do you know how to make pancakes?”

“It’s been a long time but I think so. Why?”

“I wanna make some but I’m not sure how to make the batter. Could you write it down for me? I’ll give you some if they turn out good.”

Medic thought about it for a few seconds, still holding the fork. “I’m up anyway so I could just show you if you want.”

“Oh, okay, sure!” That would be even better and a fun time besides.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2rarepairmini2023 #pyro #medic #burnward #pyromedic

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rebelwriter99 · 1 year

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Did I anticipate making a post after every episode of the Bad Batch I have watched thus far? No. No I did not.

Was that 25-30mins of my life such a quietly understated emotional rollercoaster that I am literally reeling enough to write this post a good 9hrs after I watched it? Yes. Yes it was.

I was impressed that this time they let Crosshair carry an episode on his own. Season 1 had ‘fun death defying adventure of the week’ energy mixed in with ‘harsh realities of colonialist imperial takeover’ and the tonal shift could be a bit jarring. Honestly, I think it was intentionally so. Crosshairs actions need a foil for context really and in season 1 the only established comparison characters were the batch so it made sense. Sometimes though I wished I could just sit with each set of characters for some extra minutes.

But this time-they went for it. And it was stunning. Contrasting Crosshair, who wants to lead, with Cody, who has vast amounts of experience leading a sizeable chunk of the army, was fantastic. Especially with Cody still mostly in white, with his signature self still evident even if it’s faded, to Crosshair, who is now a black blank slate until he takes off his helmet. For goodness sake the marks around their eyes are even on opposite sides. One carved by war, the other painted by choice. They also have an interesting difference in perspective set up right from the get go.

The two conversations in front of the memorial are to me, Cody feeling Crosshair out, and then having made his mind up. Cody, in my mind, has already decided he’s leaving. I think he’s trying to decide if he should ask Crosshair to come with him or not, and that’s why after he knows Crosshair doesn’t need medical care anymore (he was abandoned for a month?!) he quite rightly assumes he might not fancy being an imperial for much longer. At some point in the conversation, Cody is facing the light of the memorial, and Crosshairs face is in shadow. You know-just in case that light and dark symbolism hasn’t caught onto its job yet. I’m in heaven.

And then the action sequences. God but this whole thing was a punch in the gut. Instinctively you’re rooting for the clones against the droids. Because of course we are! We know the drill! And so do the clones-it was admittedly very very wonderful to just be able to enjoy clones being spectacular for 10minutes. It was like a clone wars run down-even the classic the gunship lasted 5mins cliche was well utilised. We’ve seen this scene a thousand times-and it was so old and so very very new. We’ve never really seen a group of regs operate without a Jedi against droids in a sequence this long before which was really evident when driodika show up and you just about have a heart attack instead of thinking ‘eh they’ll be scrap in a minute’. And Crosshair being fantastically impossible was breathtaking-and then you suddenly couldn’t breathe.

The whole time I had to remind myself ‘no this is the Empire now! They can’t succeed. Otherwise what will happen to all these poor people?’ And then the power of the clone army being trusted by the galaxy to protect everyone becomes evident. If I’m used to seeing these images and thinking ‘go clones! Save the galaxy!’ then how many billions of people on hundreds of worlds would do the same seeing it on galactic news with a bit of imperial spin? The whole sequence just leaves you feeling vaguely ill. You’re desperate for the Clones you care about to survive-but if they do? What will happen to so many others?

Cody was always going to be my favourite when he appeared-because I am an older sibling and he just has that energy so he’s always been my favourite. Whoever wrote him in this episode-I take my hat off to them. Because him and Crosshair are almost indistinguishable when they interact with droids (classic clone-scrap them in spectacular fashion). As soon as you throw an organic in the mix-he’s so himself. And you could see the different experiences of Cody, whose lost a lot of brothers and dives after the injured with little thought to his own safety, and Crosshair, who we know has never lost any of his squad in the most permanent sense of the word. Them and the civilians just took me right back to Ryloth-you can almost see Cody waiting for them to be relieved, to look to him for safety, but instead they’re terrified of him and it doesn’t sit well.

And he NEGOTIATED.

Writers I love you. I love that he succeeded. And I love that he refused to go back on his word. And I love that he left before the consequences of that refusal inevitably catch up with him. (He’s his Jedi’s Commander force bless you sunshine you tried Obi-Wan would be so proud of you.)*

We see the TK troopers becoming an occupying force through Cody’s eyes. To him the TK troopers could be replaced with droids and he’s seen that picture a hundred times before. And instead of arriving on a gunship to fix it, he’s walking onto one to be taken away having enabled it. “It Rhymes” and all. He knows this isn’t his place anymore. He knows he has brothers out there who believe the same as he does. A good number will probably follow after him.

But another memorial scene. And he knows Crosshair won’t be one of them-at least not yet.

I really really hope that we get a finally moment with Crosshair though. That he will be ordered to do something, and it will be a line he won’t cross. And then he will need out. Hopefully. Maybe. I’ll keep my toes crossed.

Also please may we see Cody at least once more. Preferably not dead or imprisoned. Just so we know he’s fine? Please?

* (actually coming back to this 5mins later there must be an “Anakin” *cue deep sigh* moment other than the mandalore arc where this scene actually plays out. Obi-Wan refuses to kill but Anakin does because orders vs Obi-Wan’s preference for diplomacy)

[please forgive the stream of consciousness abuse-this had to go somewhere! And Tumblr is where fandom ramblings tend to land 😅]

#star wars #the bad batch #commander cody #tbb crosshair #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 2 #tbb spoilers #gods this episode was a masterpiece and nobody can convince me otherwise #I’m so excited about where this season is going #between Echo Cody and Crosshair there’s a lot set up to work with #and whatever the hell Rampart and Rex are doing long term #ahhh!#do I have to wait a week?!

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