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inlovewithalotoffandoms · 10 months

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Crazy Love

Gil Rizzo x Reader

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Summary: You have been hiding a secret from your boyfriend Gil. When he finds out what it is, he's "pissed" that you didn't tell him.

A/N: I mention 'Big Momma's' (From the Disney movie 'Teen Beach') later in the fic, just think of this as an alternate universe or that the movie has already been made (Wet Side story, the movie within the 'Teen Beach' movie). Yeah, anyway, hope you enjoy the fic.

"Okay, what is it? What's wrong?" Gil asked as he leaned against your Locker. You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm fine, okay?!" You snapped. Gil's eyes widened as you snapped at him. "Baby, chill. It was just a question." You sighed. "Gil, I'm fine." "Y/N, come on. You know you can talk to me." Gil was trying everything to get you to talk. "Yo, Y/N you gotta see what David and I found." Your best friend Daniel said as he walked up to you. "Not now, Daniel. I'm busy." You answered back. Daniel just nodded in response and walked away. "Gil, can we just drop this? Please?" Gil stood there and sighed. "Y/N, come on. Talk to me. What's going on?" "Nothing, it's fine. We're fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine!" You stated as you walked away from him and left him there speechless.

As soon as the School Day ended, you went straight to Daniel. You leaned against his car and said, "So, what did you want to tell me before?" Daniel went to the bag in his car and started frantically looking for something, "This." He said as he showed you what it was. Your eyes widened in surprise. "No way!? At the-? With the-?" Daniel nodded his head as he said, "Yes." To all your statements. You squeal in excitement and joy as you hug your best friend. "And you have to tell Gil," Daniel added. You then gave him a look. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Gil, can not know that I can sing. Okay, Okay, Okay?!" You stated in a frantic tone, "Y/N, the more you don't tell him, the more pissed he'll be when he finds out," Daniel replied. "Fine, I'll tell him." You gave in and sighed. "Good, because if you don't, I will," Daniel said sternly.

Later, you were at Gil's place, helping him with homework. The two of you were in silence when you decided to say something. "Gil, I have to tell you something. You promise you won't laugh?" Gil looked up from his textbook, "Yeah, what's on your mind, babe?" "You know how every time you've asked what's going on and I've been snapping at you?" You sighed. "Yeah, what about it?" Gil asked as he cuddled up next to you on his bed. "I-I didn't know how to tell you, but, uhh, I can sing." You confessed as you looked down in embarrassment. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me?!" Gil exclaimed. It was meant to sound happy, but it came off as angry. "I'm sorry, Gil. I know you're upset, and I should've told you. I just... I didn't know how!" You said, tears welling up in your eyes. Gil took your chin gently in his hand and started wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Gil then sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm just really happy that you finally told me." He kissed your forehead.

Finally, the week was over and you started getting ready for the performance you were doing at 'Big Momma's'. Daniel was already there because he was the drummer for the band that plays there. So, Gil, Richie, Potato, Shy-Guy, Jane, Olivia, Nancy and Cynthia were picking you up and taking you there.

You checked your outfit in the mirror one last time. You wore a black leather jacket, a red plaid shirt, skinny jeans and boots. You wanted to look cool and edgy, but not too flashy. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs, where your friends were waiting for you in Gil's car.

"Hey, you look awesome!" Jane complimented you as you got in.

"Thanks, so do you!" You smiled back at her. Jane was wearing a floral dress and a denim jacket, her brunette hair in a ponytail. She was your best friend since you and the rest of the girls became 'The Pink Ladies'. They always supported you in everything.

"Are you ready to rock the house?" Gil asked you from the driver's seat.

"I hope so!" You said nervously.

"Don't worry, you'll do great!" Richie said from the passenger seat. He was Olivia's brother. He was wearing a band t-shirt and his 'T-Bird' leather jacket. Gil then made Richie move to the back of the car so you could get in the front with him. Which happened rather quickly and smoothly.

"Yeah, we're all here to cheer you on!" Potato added from the back seat. He was also a member of the 'T-Birds', like Gil and Richie. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans and his 'T-Bird' jacket. His nickname came about because no one could pronounce his real name.

"You're gonna kill it, girl!" Shy-Guy said from behind you. He was wearing a sweater and his 'T-Bird' jacket, like the rest of the boys. He was shy around strangers, but very sweet and funny with his friends.

"Thanks, guys. You're the best." You said gratefully.

You looked out the window and saw the familiar neon sign of 'Big Momma's'. You felt a surge of adrenaline as Gil parked the car.

"Let's go!" Olivia said enthusiastically. She was wearing a leather skirt, a crop top and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

"Come on, we don't want to miss the show!" Nancy said impatiently. She was wearing a jumpsuit, heels and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

"Yeah, hurry up!" Cynthia said eagerly. She was wearing a T-shirt, boots and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

You followed them out of the car and into the bar, where Daniel greeted you with a hug.

"Hey, you made it! I'm so proud of you!" He said warmly.

"Thanks, Daniel. You're so sweet." You said smiling

Daniel was your best friend since middle school. He was the drummer for 'Momma's Boys', the band that played regularly at 'Big Momma's'. He had also helped you practice for your performance.

He led you to the stage, where he introduced you to the other members of 'Momma's Boys': Mike, the lead singer; Dave, the lead guitarist; Sam, the rhythm guitarist; and Ben, the bassist. They all welcomed you and the girls warmly and wished you good luck.

You saw the boys sitting at a table near the stage, waving at you and cheering for you.

You took a deep breath and smiled.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Y/N, and I'm here to sing some songs for you tonight! With some help from my girls; Jane, Olivia, Nancy and Cythina." You said into the microphone.

The crowd clapped and cheered for you. "And this first song goes out to my Boyfriend, Gil!" You added as you pointed to where Gil was sitting with the guys so everyone could see and know, who is yours and only yours.

Gil smiled and waved at you, his eyes shining with love and pride. He knew how talented you were and how much you enjoyed music. He blew you a kiss and mouthed "I love you" as you started to sing.

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((Just so you guys know, you don't fall off the Stage like Lela does in the movie))

After you finished the song, you and the girls walked off the stage..."AHHH!" You, Olivia, Jane, Nancy and Cynthia (believe it or not), squealed in happiness. "We did it!" You said. "No, you did it, Y/N." Jane smiled. Olivia, Nancy and Cynthia nodded their heads in agreement. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks as you hugged your friends. "Thank you, guys. You're the best." You said. "No, thank you for being our lead singer. You have an amazing voice, Y/N." Cynthia said. "Yeah, you totally rocked the stage!" Nancy added. "The crowd loved you!" Olivia exclaimed. "And so did someone else..." Jane winked at you, pointing to a familiar figure waiting by the bar. You blushed. "Okay, I'mma go talk, Gil." "Go, go, go!" The girls forced you to go as they lightly pushed you next to him. You gave them a playful glare as they left you alone with your boyfriend.

You smiled nervously as you approached him. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw you. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, spinning you around. "You were amazing, babe!" He said, kissing your cheek. "You're the best singer I've ever heard!" You giggled as he put you down. "Thank you, Gil. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had." You said, looking into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed you softly, making you melt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue explore your mouth. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you, Y/N L/N." He whispered. "I love you too, Gil Rizzo." You whispered back. Gil smiled and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor. You followed him happily, feeling his warm body against yours. You danced with him, feeling his heartbeat in sync with yours. You felt like nothing could ruin this moment. You felt like you were on top of the world.

#gil rizzo #rise of the pink ladies #grease: rise of the pink ladies #grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease rotpl #richie valdovinos #jane facciano #buddy aldridge #hazel robertson #cynthia znudowski #olivia valdovinos #gil rotpl #gil rizzo x reader

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fruityedge05 · 2 months

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It's taken me a few days to post about about this cause I've been really sad about the whole thing, but after the whole campaign and everything we've tried, we won't get to see a third season of Our Flag Means Death. But I'm still so grateful for everything we did get to see.

I'm not going to lie, when I first watched the end of season 2 I had no idea that they were intending to have a third season, so I was very ready to accept that ending as the ending for the show. Although a lot is left unanswered, that's the case even with shows that do get to run for their full length, and I think that all things considered, it was the perfect ending for the show. And even though I'm sad that we won't be able to see the end of Ed and Stede's story, I think that after everything that happened in season 2, the ending that we did get for them was beautiful , and I'm just glad that we got to see them and the rest of the crew get a happy ending. Even Izzy's death was a beautiful way to end the show because it showed so much growth from him and all the other characters, and despite not being able to see his killer be brought to justice, I'm still happy with how the show ultimately ended. The fact that a show like Our Flag Means Death, that's so unapologetically queer, managed to run for 2 seasons in the first place is something I'm very very grateful for. I'm grateful for the cast and the crew that gave us the show and who gave us their support during the campaign, and I'm grateful for every single person that tried to save the show. And every though we were unsuccessful in saving the show in the end, we did manage to show just how important queer media is and just how much it means to people, and even though we won't be getting a final season, that doesn't mean that we have to give up on OFMD entirely. I will still be here and I know alot of other fans will be too. Our Flag Means Death is still just as beautiful as it was when it began, and no one is going to be forgetting about it any time soon. I'm grateful for the fandom and I'm grateful for the happy ending that we got despite the show being cut short. This show means so much to me and although I'm sad to see it end, I'm happy to see how far it came and the difference that it made in so many people's lives.

On that note, I hope David Zaslav burns for eternity in the lowest level of he'll for what he did and I hope his life is shit.

I love Our Flag Means Death and no cancelation and homophobic CEO's will change that.

#ofmd #our flag means death #david zaslav #I love you our flag means death

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witchthewriter · 9 months

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @maddielovessiriusss.

𝐇𝐏

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌! You two are opposites. He doesn't really care about others while you care deeply for them. Some said the relationship wouldn't work, but it does. And that's because you learnt from each other. He became kinder and you weren't as much of a push over.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Sirius falls asleep around you a lot (there's actually psychology behind that - it means the person who is falling asleep, feels very comfortable around the other). And he usually wakes up to find a cute drawing on his hand in pen

He throws some of the best parties, and that means your birthdays are always celebrated with a bang

You're an honorary member of the Marauders - and I bet they would help you become an animagus as well

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Golden Years by David Bowie

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Being With You Makes Me Better"

Closed Off x The Person They Warm Up To

Accidental confession during the heat of the moment/fight.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your kindness and willingness to help others. You want to make other people smile, and you absolutely hate seeing another person sad or put down. That's why Sirius loves you so much, becaues you would go to the ends of the earth to see someone happy.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Is Remus; you never figured out he was a werewolf - he actually became so close with you that he told you himself. You two have a platonic soulmate relationship. One that Sirius is a little jealous of. But Remus understands you and you, him.

𝐓𝐖𝐃

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂! She's a bit of a tough cookie; a hard nut to crack. But I think you would be a shining light for her. A beacon in this weary world, where not a lot of happiness can be found. You always make her smile, even on the darkest of days.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You do chores for each other; washing one another's clothes, hanging them out to dry, baking for one another, scavenging for gifts when you go out on runs etc.

Rosita is a bit possessive of you - she tries not to be, but there's an innate need to let others know that you're hers

Found a beautiful necklace for you - she found it in an abandoned jewelery shop on a run and wanted to bring it back for you. It's your birth stone encased in pure gold, with a golden chain (it was worth a lot in the normal world)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

As The World Caves In by Sarah Cothran

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Home Is Wherever You Are

People keep assuming you are a couple, this causes one of you to finally confess their feelings.

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

She loves your outgoing nature. It amazes her how you can be so welcoming to everyone and make people feel included and safe. Especially in this world.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Is Daryl Dixon; somehow you got the grumpy ol' guy to like you. Just like Dog, you grew on him. Somehow wearing down his defences. It usually worked as you would bring him dinner and sit down next to him, trying to talk to him. Now he's very protective over you.

𝐓𝐔𝐀

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓! I think you would bring him out of his shell, with your golden retriever personality. Viktor is a bit insecure, but with you by his side, there's nothing he needs to worry about. Not even the world ending.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Loves when you fall asleep with your head in his lap. He'll play with your hair and stroke your face admiringly.

If you had a themed party - he'd definitely dress up as a knight and you as a princess; you just have that vibe about you two

He's incredibly proud to call you his and somehow slips your name into every conversation

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Cautious x Reckless

The Moon and His Star

“I care about you!” x “You shouldn’t!”

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you light up a room whenever you walk into one. You have a light that somehow always calms Viktor down; makes him feel calmer. More assure of himself and his decisions.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Is Klaus Hargreeves; very similar personalities, I think you two would make a lot of chaos and trouble for the family - even without meaning to.

#witchthewriter #match ups #pair ups

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ssmtskw · 5 months

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Hello and welcome!

Replacing my pinned with a list of the stuff I've written for anyone checking my account out. Heh. Everything is sorted by fandom, and then word count! (And if there's something I should add to the tagging, please feel free to send me a message about it so I can make the edits.) Enjoy... hopefully!

RWRB

some part of me came alive - 10,979 words [college-ish AU, 5+1]

"Bye David." David's head snaps back to Alex's direction, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly you'd think it wasn't even there. Alex, having just removed his glasses again as he yawns once more, doesn't see it. David takes a couple seconds before slightly shaking his head, like he's just imagining something and is now actively wiping the thought away. He opens the door before he responds. "Bye Alex."

(Or: The five times Alex unintentionally calls Henry by his dog’s name, and the one time he does it on purpose.)

Francesca - 10,189 words [graphic depictions and references of violence/abuse/injuries]

Once, in a much worse place before all of this; Alex had worked for someone with one side of his office overflowing with books. He'd read all sorts of things there: Anatomy, selected works in philosophy, Oliver Twist, war hero accounts, law. Anything he could get a hold of in the dark, really. Among those books were a bible. There's a passage there that stuck— something he'd only read past but had barraged into the walls of Alex's mind three years ago, Book of Jeremiah, chapter 17, verse 9: The heart is more deceitful than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?

Love Songs in the Key of Liam - 8,152 words [Liam POV/centric, 5+1]

It's fucked. He's fucked — Liam, that is. There was no way this was going to work. Ever. What's the next worst thing to growing up closeted in a typically close-minded neighbourhood? Probably developing a crush on your best friend who lives in said neighbourhood. (Or: The five times love songs reminded Liam of his now estranged best friend, and the one time it reminded him of someone else.)

Terrible Things - 4,038 words [Hanahaki AU, hurt/no comfort]

"How long?" That, he can answer. "A year or so." He croaks out, not really wanting to strain himself any further.

water in my hands - 3,521 words [sickfic(?), has references to illness, hurt/no comfort]

It takes Alex a good amount of time to realise; sometimes love just isn't enough to keep the world going, even if he desperately wanted it to.

no question (he'll hold your heart if you let him) - 2,837 words [June POV/outsider POV, post-canon]

June doesn't think much about it at first, putting the box along the pile, but she belatedly realises what it is and gets an idea. A satisfied grin makes its way onto her lips when she finally finds it, an edition of Astrotalk that detailed star sign compatibilities. June doesn't open the magazine all the way to the Libra section, stopping short at someone else's instead. (Or: June finds a box that contained one of her teenage fixations and goes through it for old time's sake.)

Smoke Slow - 2,026 words [shotgun kissing oneshot basically]

“Hey.” Alex says, just for the sake of saying something, the silence between them wasn’t stifling but he didn’t want to risk their interaction coming to an end just because he’s not engaging enough. Henry gives him a sideways glance. “Teach me how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. The shotgun.” For a moment, Alex briefly considers how idiotic that probably sounded to Henry. It wasn’t a hard task to mimic, but Alex had long thrown out his composure out the fences of Pez’s house when Henry put the goddamn stick into his mouth.

i'll be happy (just to have known you) - 1,855 words [hurt/no comfort]

Henry resigns himself to the reality that Alex—albeit distant and unattainable—still managed to break through his dismal world and grant him a light he never imagined was still possible to exist. This was enough. This was more than he'd ever expected for himself. It was the universe's way of extending an olive branch in response to the cards he'd been dealt with. He'd be stupid not to take it.

dreamy little you - 1,666 words [crack-ish AU, post-canon]

"Of course, love, but would you love yourself if you were a worm?" This visibly stumps Alex. If the way his mouth just opened for a rebuttal and coming up empty is anything to go by.

only got a hundred - currently at 4,008 words

An ongoing collection of 100-word drabbles written according to the Brownstone server's prompts.

Haikyuu

Ceilings (he thinks it's not real, it is) - 6,009 words [light angst and pining with a happy? ending]

“Yo, you sleepy?” Takahiro meant to say that no, he isn't. That Issei looks stupid with his hair messed up like that. That he should be asking Issei that, with the bags under his eyes speaking for themselves. Instead, what comes out is, “I miss you.” It would be so easy to take the opportunity now. But still, Takahiro is terrified of ruining things. Or: Takahiro has graduation blues, and Issei makes him feel better, but things don't just end there.

Bloom - 1,444 words [two-dialogue challenge oneshot, retrospective? angst/no comfort]

Matsukawa Issei is not much of a sentimental person, save for special occasions where he has no choice but to reminisce.

Cruel (what your mind can do for no reason) - 1,012 words [light angst/comfort, implications of dissociation]

Issei struggles through a bad mental health night, Takahiro breezes him through the tail end of it.

Shameless (US)

big guns out, shoot now - 3,257 words [first kiss oneshot]

It's kind of out of character for Ian, really, he's always careful about not blurting out or doing shit that tapped into his feelings on the brunette, around the very subject of his affections. Has been, in fact, for the last two years and counting. Not that it got any easier to maintain, there are always slip ups (Exhibit A: right here, right now), but that's solely his problem.

On the Off Chance - 5,780 words [soulmate AU, ongoing]

To say Ian was relieved when he hears Mickey confirm how he did not, in fact, get his soulmate mark just a couple days after coming of age would be a huge understatement. (Or: Soulmate marks only show up when the younger of the pair turns nineteen– which isn’t uncommon, to say the least.)

#fics #ao3 #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #firstprince #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfic #shameless (us)#shameless (us) fanfic #matsuhana #gallavich

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switchbladedreamz · 1 year

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Choosing Me

LongHair!Frank Castle x Fem!Goth!Reader smut

Requested? Nah

Warnings? ❤️18+!!Hella fuckin smut y'all. Just fiiiiilth.

I need him to kiss me with his beard soaking wet

He cheated. Again..

"You know Ryan, you say you love me but you really don't give a shit about me. Do you?" He face turns bright red. It's his only change of expression from condescending. He straightens his tie. "Oh this again! I love you (Y/n/n). Is it your time of the month or something?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the silhouette, it's been following me all day, get closer. "Look I'm sorry I cheated, it didn't mean anything to me. Lets just forget this ever happened, we'll go to that fancy new Italian place and I'll buy you a new necklace." "Wow. It's like you're married the definition of misogyny, Jesus Christ dude. Get ahold of yourself and get your head out of your ass." I laugh, it almost sounds deranged with how pissed off I am. I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist. I punch him square in the nose. "I have two hands dumbass, next time try to restrain them both." I mumble 'pathetic' before walking to my car. So too the silhouette moves in time.

It's three hours later and I'm crying into a bottle of wine blasting Halestorm, trying to remind myself I'm a bad bitch. A knock sounds at my door. A very beautiful face is on the other side of the door and I feel the gay panic seep in. "Hello, I'm Yelena, your new neighbor. I believe this is your mail," her ethereal green eyes squint as to read the name in the plastic viewing window of the envelope..''(Y/n)," 'my name rolls off her tongue so elegantly, beautiful.', " it was on my doorstep." She speaks in a Russian accent. I accidentally stare for a moment before finally speaking. "Ahem. Sorry! Thank you, yes. Uhm..how did you know my name?" "It's on the mail." She responds, a light laugh on the end. "Oh! Of course, how silly of me." "Is the music too loud? I'm sorry if it is, and I know a lot of people don't like metal.". Yelena has a beautiful smile, "Crank it girl, Lzzy Hale is an icon. I'll see you around." She waves. I'm stunned silent as I watch her door close. I jump over the couch and yank my phone off the aux, calling my best friend.

"Frank!! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life just moved in across from me. And she likes the same music I do, I'm gonna marry her.". "Jesus Christ (Y/n), I thought you was busy cryin over that Bryan prick." "Ryan, and I've been crying because I'm totally happy to be rid of his ass." "Yeah I never did like that douchebag. So. What's the chicks name? I'll see what I can get David to find, see if she's the real deal." I smile, I'm happy he cares. "She said her name was Yelena, I didn't get a last name though. She has this beautiful Russian accent but it's not too thick to were I don't know what she's saying. I don't usually go for blondes but man." "Yeah yeah I get it you're head over heels. Stay safe. Did Ron get all of his shit out of your apartment yet? You need any help with that asshole?" " I would like that, he's not a violent guy but he grabbed my wrist, it left a bruise. He'll be here in a few hours and I haven't been able to stop crying but I was a bad bitch when we last spoke now I'm a sad bitch.". "I'll be there". Before I can thank him he hangs up. He has such a way with words.

Frank arrived shortly after the phone call. He brought me flowers, ice cream, and a black throw blanket. I started to tear up "c'mon, can't have my best girl cryin over a gift. Go sit on the couch, I'll clean up and get you some food and water. Can't have that bastard catch ya slippin. He'll think he's won." I put the new blanket on top of the washer so I don't forget to wash it, I stop in the bathroom and wash my face and change out of my wet shirt.

"Heeey, there she is. Pick out a movie". Frank sets two plates on the coffee table. "Found some hamburger helper in the fridge." I hum as a response before picking Hellraiser, classic.

Halfway through the movie someone knocks on the door. Frank gets up, motioning for me to stay on the couch. I can hear the accusing tone in Ryan's voice as he's greeted with Frank's face. "Guess she hopped on the next dick that was nice to her". Frank's response meets Ryan's nose, that cracks. He screeches and I rush off the couch to stand behind Frank. "You're just going to let this APE TREAT ME LIKE THIS (Y/N/N)!?" Ryan yells. "Keep your voice down! And he can hit you once since you left a bruise on my wrist from early. Eye for an eye, bruise for a bruise shithead. Take your shit and leave." I grab the box, pretending Im going to hand it to Ryan, I let it dump to the floor in the hallway. I hear a gasp then a laugh, Yelena was in her door way. "I'm so sorry. I heard shouting and was going to check on you." That makes me smile a little.

Ryan scoffs and surprisingly he leaves without a word. With asshat out of sight Yelena breaks the silence. "Man that was awkward. But good for you, I like that you dumped the box. I would have just stabbed him." She laughs. I awkwardly laugh. "I'm kidding, you Americans." She points at us and chuckles, shutting her door. Frank and myself go back to watching Hellraiser. I hid my face in his arm as the hooks tore Uncle Frank's flesh off, I hate that part. Frank just laughs then let's me know when it's over.

After the movie ends Frank stretches, his shirt riding up. His happy trail making me happy. I can't help but shoot a quick glance to his lap then away. For some reason my dryer goes off. "Okay now put in the movie I brought." I hear Frank faintly call out. As he walks in he's carrying my new blanket, a bottle of wine, the ice cream, and two spoons. I smile and bend over to put in the movie he brought.

"I've never seen this before. Have you?". I can feel his eyes on me as I bend. "Nah ain't heard of it neither but Sarah said she thinks you'd like it and I told her I was headed over here and she let me borrow hers as long as I bring it back without a scratch." "Well cool, thanks Sarah. I'll definitely have to text her after with my review of it.".

Frank and I go back to cuddling. His presence is so comforting, I'm glad he's here with me. Frank starts to shift around, his face sort of contorted into an uncomfortable expression. "You okay Frankie?" I whisper. "I'm alright." He responds curtly. Well okay then.

Thirty minutes later and he's started shifting again, what the hell. I watch his hands go under the blanket and I catch a glimpse. Oh.

"hey Frankie" I whisper again. "Yeah what?" "Are you alright? You keep squirming around. Are you feelin okay?" I look up at him, doe eyes and all hoping he'll tell me the truth. "Quit worryin bout me and watch the movie, I'm okay." I nod my head and get up to go to the bathroom. It's there I realize why Frank was staring. I'm wearing loose shorts and...I forgot to put underwear on when I was changing into my pajamas. I go to my room and get an old pair of a different ex's jogger sweats (she was very tall) and an oversized HIM cutoff for Frank to sleep in.

Back in the living room I throw the garments at him and he catches them. "What're these (Y/n)?" "Your PJs silly, you really think I'm gonna let you drive yourself home after all the wine we've had". I slur my words the tiniest bit. "I'll get some water for us but you're still staying the night." I insist. I'm met with no retaliation from my guest.

The movie ends and Sarah was right, it was great. I pick up my phone but it's dead. Well I guess I'll text her in the morning.

I'm bent down on the floor, trying to find my charging cord under the mattress when heavy footfalls alert me of Frank's presence. I hear him mumble "fuck me" under his breath. I smile but it's swept away due to my lost cord. "hey princess is this what you're lookin for?" His voice is gruff, broken. Like he's trying to restrain himself. I get up off the ground and plop onto the bed, "yes! Thank you!" I grab it and kiss his cheek as thanks, okay maybe I'm still tipsy. I bend back over, this time on my night stand, to plug in my charger. "Damn iiit. I'm on my tiptoes and I still can't reach it. Frankie can you help me please?" He wordlessly walks over and fixes my problem. "Thank you. Would you like to take a shower before bed?" "Uh, yeah that'd be great, thanks. Towels?" "Hall closet". He nods and leaves.

Laying in my bed, trying my best to fall asleep but I can't when I can hear him. He's not loud by any means but the walls are thin. His little "fuuuuck"s or "yes just like that babygirl"s are driving me insane and insanely wet. The last thing I hear is "fuck yes, just like that (Y/n). Good girl" then the water shuts off. When the door opens, I can see Frank in my doorway. "Frank,....could you come lay with me till I fall asleep?" I ask him innocently. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "It's okay if you don't want to but I've been trying to sleep this whole time and it's weird to fall asleep to an empty bed.. I'm cold" I whine the last bit, rubbing my hands on my arms. Effectively squeezing my arms together to make my breasts pop. Another silent nod he steps in, shuts the door, and makes his way to my bed. It's then I notice he's shirtless and a couple droplets roll down his chest. Fuuuuck mee.

"good night princess" Frank whispers. "Gnight Frankie.".

I'm woken up at 5am, so my clock tells me, to grunts and being shaken. I feel something harsh against my behind when the brain fog clears and I realize what's happening. Frank's face is buried in my neck, and his cock against my ass, humping me in his sleep. "please" he whispers. It's so broken, desperate for release. I bite back a moan and rub my thighs together. It does nothing to alleviate my troubles except when I slip my hand down my shorts. I find im completely soaked when my middle finger splits my folds and runs up and down, spreading my juices. I accidentally gasp out loud as I rubbed my clit by surprise. Frank awoke with a grunt. "You okay pretty girl?" His morning voice is so hot. Then I feel the air shift. He knows. "(Y/n)." I don't answer. I'm too ashamed. "(Y/n)." He says more urgently this time. "Y-ye-ahem, yeah Frankie?". "Don't 'yeah Frankie' me right now. Just, just. Is this happening?" He stammers out. "D-do you want it to? To happen?" I turn onto my right side and face him. I had to at some point. "Yes. Do you?". I just nod. "Can I get something verbal, please?" His deep voice on edge. "I do. Please. Please Frank." Like a predator he growls and inches down bed, kissing and licking down my body as he strips me bare. With his large rough hands, grips my ankles, he pulls my center directly to his face. He doesn't stop making eye contact as his beard burns my thighs. His lips suck my clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue swirling on my nub over and over and over. Two thick fingers languidly thrusting into me. It's all so beautiful and overstimulating. The tips of his fingers cuuurl and my toes do to, hands twisting needy in his long black locks. The grunts he makes when I tug on his hair send me. His fingers and mouth leave me and a small whiney 'nooo' leaves my mouth. Frank chuckles as he changes our position, I look up and my mind is blown. The big bad...hairy.. Punisher, towering over me and chuckling at me. "Frankie if you know one thing, it's for sure how to turn a girl on." His only response is another chuckle. His big hands pull my knees together and brings them over to one shoulder, slowly inching his member deeper into me. The girth stretching me open, nestled deep in my walls.

Frank's eyes never leave mine as he gently pulls out then pushes back in, inch by fucking inch. One arm stays wrapped around knees, his free hand pressing on my waist. Before I ask what he's doing out of nowhere his thrusts become fast and hard. I can see his cock bulging out of my stomach under Frank's hand, my eyes go wide and squeal when that hand applies pressure. "Okay baby, let me hear you". He leans his body forward, thrusting even deeper. The push and pull of his thick cock fucks my brain over, I can't think of anything. "F-Fra-fuuuck Fra-a-ank!" I cry at the top of my voice, all I get as a response is another chuckle. I roll my eyes. "Hey don't you fuckin roll your eyes at me, especially when I'm inside of you." His thrusts don't stop, it takes a lot to muster my verbal response. "You just...chuckle...it feels rude". I cross my arms to further prove my point. Really I'm just playing with my breasts. "It's." Stop, a harsh thrust. "Because." A stop, Harsh thrust. "You're" stop, harsh thrust. "So. Fucking." Two harsh thrusts back to back. "Cute!" He throws my legs open and around him, wraps his arms under me and pulls me to his chest. Plush lips trace my throat, my pulse, a bite to my jugular, a timid lick behind my ear, a nibble to my lobe. "Baby" I whimper, hushed against the shell of his ear. Gods he smells amazing, like me. It makes me feel primal, he's mine, he smells like me, mine mine mine. His hips move fluidly and slow, loving me. Choosing me. I kiss neck, my lips pressing softly to his Adams apple, my nails scratch lightly down his back. He shivers and it's my turn to chuckle. "Now you get it" Frank says before kissing my shoulder and to my chest. We end the blissful night between the sheets, holding hands. "G'night Frankie." I whisper to the darkness. "G'night baby".

#frank castle x reader smut #frank castle #the punisher x reader smut #the punisher #just pure filth

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cray-cray-anime · 1 year

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David analysis - his parents and Cameron

It's already been implied how david sees Cameron as a father figure and in the truth serum episode said

"He's like the father I never had"

So there's some implications his actual dad is estranged or abandoned him.

So clearly latched onto the first validation by an adult Cameron. Which has made him look the other way on Cameron's shady businesses.

So perhaps even he was estranged to his mum. I mean he was so happy about just getting a badge. Maybe why his parents won't show up in the show.

While not sure how truly censored those stories are, david really did seem like he hated everything at camp as a kid like max. But unlike max, he was quick to get attached which shows how starved he really was for positive reinforcement. And Cameron easily manipulated david to continue to believe Cameron as a "positive role model".

Max is definitely neglected, however he's more jaded in that he avoids getting attached as he thinks he'll get screwed over it for it thus try to remain distant and disinterested.

Given both jasper and David's account, either the bear story was a true flashback (and david wasn't too "bad" a kid) or david is aware of Cameron doing shady things (killing the bears, almost kill him, was gonna leave david stranded), but chooses to ignore it to "try to see the positive things" in Cameron. Though I'm leaning on the former given I don't think david would know Cameron was gonna kill him ir strand him (though it be funny lil david swore like that).

If it's the latter, it could be some messed up implications of david being used to people like Cameron who does shitty things but doesn't seem so bad or could be overlooked with all the "good" things they do.

And yet in the end, david still wants him to be better person and willing to do so even if through questionable methods. I think even if a part of him hates or doesn't forgive Cameron, that another can't just let go.

Like it's understandable when we put a lot of effort, time and feelings for someone it's hard to just undo it all. Some part of david still latches onto Cameron to be good, to be like how he always thought of him as. To just have a chance for someone that hurt him actually feel sorry for what they did and try to change for the better. To get some positive relationship with the person he clearly held so dearly.

Especially when that person is a replacement of the parental relationship he never had before.

But I think what really messed up is jasper. We now know canon, jasper died in a mining accident yet how much does david and Cameron know?

Since it didn't take long from david leaving jasper and jasper dying, the explosion must've been heard. So what kept david going to Cameron and did Cameron even bother to find jasper or he did and tries to cover it. He did say

"Aw, we lost another one" -s2 finale

"Ye what did you-" s3 e7 when max talked about the kid that died

David could very well been too scared to go back or try to ignore the strange happening. But given how he acted in dial M for jasper, he likely repressing what happened and while he could've been trying to cover up to the kids jasper died, he mentions both "childhood version of your friend" and was ready to go to spooky island which could mean spooky island itself isn't triggering.

And whichever Cameron did, he most likely told david jasper left early and again david latches onto it because the other possibility of what happened is just too much for his child brain and the fact its still covered up shows that noone else knew and so noone could really help him.

And the fact jasper met david at summer camp meant david wouldn't have even really had a chance to contact jasper parents who would have to know their child missing.

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nyxiannas · 5 days

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Hello! Here’s my writing request:

Camp Camp Max x gn!reader who is a perfectionist + extroverted + fluff

Prompt: This could be aged up or not, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, but imagine if Max was trying to ask out reader after being friends/having a crush on them for a while originally trying to be low-key about it cus. It’s Max. But because the camp full of nosy people everyone finds out and wants to “help” him get the girl/guy! (Their words) Unfortunately it ends with the Mess Hall caught on fire, Wolves all around the area, Robots butlers attacking the camp and everyone screamed and running for cover. With Max now being more done/embarrassed than ever about to call it quits trying to forget this day even happened before the reader having now just figuring out what the whole plan blurts out the question ”Do you want to go out with me?!” Leaving Max speechless, happy, momentarily confused, flustered, and only slightly pissed cause he wanted to say ask first

I wanted to say it first. || Max (CC) [♡]

Genre, writing style; fluff, perfectionist/extroverted! Reader

Reader pronouns; gender neutral

Tws; none

Overall thoughts; if the camp camp fandom won't revive itself, I WILL!!🔥

Might be a little ooc cuz I haven't watched camp camp in quite a bit and the series isn't free on YouTube anymore so I'm just going by how they all acted in the first episode and the specials....💔💔

You came to Camp Campbell later than all the others, but David still welcomed you in open arms.

Hot outside, and figuring out where to sit in the mess hall with slop on your tray. You went to the table where Nikki, Neil, and Max sat.

Nikki and Neil took quite a liking to you. Although Neil isn't too fond of new places and people, he thought you'd be fine to hang out around. Nikki likes almost anyone who's nice to her, despite acting like a wild animal at times.

Max, not so much. It took quite a while for him to get used to you, having a sudden new member of the camp and not even having a real introduction or a way to make a position for yourself.

But, after a while of hanging out, Max realized that even though he acted like he wasn't fond of you, his thoughts were different.

-and slowly, he accepted that he liked you, and wasn't in denial about it anymore.

Fighting the need to tell you how he felt whenever you two hung out without the other two, he really had no idea what to do or how to tell you.

But, his behavior around you was noticed by the other kids' people at camp, how he was relatively nicer to you than the rest, that wasn't normal.

Slowly, they connected the peices together, and most of them realized that he had taken a liking to you in a different approach, and they really wanted to play a part in helping him.

"WHAT!"

Max thought he was being subtle about his 'slight' crush on [name], or he thought he was being subtle about it.

"You do!!" Nikki gasped. She didn't think it was all that true, considering that it was Max, and he hated anything and everything.

Sitting on the Camp Dock, with Neil and Preston nearby, trying to work on a new sciency thing and Preston was the test subject.

"You like [name]?" Neil asked. He had a feeling that it was true after observing how Max acted around [name], noticing that his demeanor was quite different from how he acted around the camps counselors and everyone else who attended.

"Oh, is it true? THE Max doesn't find someone a nuisance?" Preston dramatically accompanied Neil, astonished that Max could even learn how to love.

"I DO NOT." Max retorted. He didn't want anyone to actually know about his feelings, but it was a good chance to establish a way to finally tell [name] how he really felt.

"It is alright, Max, we shall help you on your quest to get the person of your dreams!" Preston said, supporting the idea of trying to help Max with his crush. Maybe it would make him a decent-enough person.

"Alright, operation 'Help Max try to get a partner and maybe he'll be a better person to everyone' is a go!" Nikki said enthusiastically.

After Nikki tried to gather everyone who would help with it, besides the counselors. She got Dolph, Harrison, Nerris, and Ered to play a part in the 'operation'.

"Could've had a shorter name, but.." Neil trailed, sitting in the Mess Hall, before lunch started. Trying to figure out an approving plan and scenario to have Max confess.

"Whatever, we need a plan first, then we can work on the stupid name." Max said bluntly, wanting to get it over with and have the future plan go smoothly, and hopefully, by the end of it, he would have a partner.

"Oh! We could have Ered try to help the Quartermaster with the food in the kitchen!" Nikki practically set her idea on the table. Everyone went with it.

"I can make a picnic area on top of my tower, so you both can have a good view!" Nerris added, wanting a part.

"No, they'll eat while watching my amazing magic show!" Harrison argued, starting a debate where Max and [Name] would bring their food to.

"Nobody cares about your dumb magic show, Harrison!" Nerris argued back

"My towers way better, and more magical than your magic show ever could!"

"How about they watch me paint, my paintings are quite exquisite." Dolph interrupted.

"NO!" Nerris and Harrison yelled at the same time.

"How about the two get their food from Ered, then go to Nerris's tower to eat, then watch or try to help Dolph with a painting, and then watch Harrisons magic show." Neil stopped the three of them from arguing about something stupid. Elaborating in a way the three of them would understand.

"Fine." The three of them said in usion, agreeing on the idea.

Soon after the plan was set, lunch started, and everyone was set into place, Ered ran to the kitchen, trying to figure out what to help the Quartermaster with. Nerris quickly drew a little picnic blanket on the top of her tower, where [Name] and Max would sit, watching everything from above. Dolph, with his little legs, went to his painting set up and got everything into place, and Harrison set up his magic tricks he would show off.

Nobody knows what went wrong with the mess hall besides Ered and the Quartermaster, Ered got permission from the Quartermaster. Originally, the food was going to be the signature slop that they got almost every single day.

Until Ered wanted to 'make it cool' and added something she found in the back of the kitchen pantry, added it into the food without the Quartermaster looking, and after a bit, mixed into the food, and blew up the kitchen, setting the Mess Hall ablaze.

Everyone evacuated, the explosion was so loud, it led wolves to the camp, feeding on the extra food that flew out from the explosion. Some were eating the slop, and one was biting on Space Kid's weird helmet, dragging him around.

Max quickly grabbed [name] and ran from the camp, trying to take cover from everything happening back at the Mess Hall.

Embarrassed from how the plan failed miserably, dragging [name] into the forest to try and confess at the last minute.

"Max- I think we should get back. We're going too far away!" [Name] suggested, stopping in their tracks and almost making Max fall backward from the sudden stop.

Wiping off the dirt from their outfit, quickly piecing everything together. Suddenly, everyone wanted to help in everything, Ered never wanted to participate unless she had to, Nerris wanting them and Max to quickly come into her tower to do something, Max's behavior from the passed few weeks.

They had a slight crush on Max, too, after around a month of being friends, the feelings developed, and putting the peices together only made the crush grow.

Catching their breath from the running and stopping behind a tree, they had to get their feelings out now that they were sure that Max felt the same way.

"Max!- wait-" They panted, leaning against the tree,

"Was everyone acting strange, and being productive around the camp.. all for me?-"

"A setup, I mean.." They had to make sure, whenever they came into the Mess Hall or tried to go near almost anyone's main place to hang out, they were quickly escorted out.

"And- you were acting strange.. too," confronting Max of everything that happened, noticing the slight redness on his cheeks.

"Well, I-" Max was soon interrupted.

"No! Wait- what I'm trying to ask is- do you like me?" They asked, impatiently, not waiting to hear whatever excuse Max had in store.

"Uhm- yeah?-" Max muttered, slightly pissed off that he wasn't able to start it off like he wanted.

"Do you want to go out with me?!-" They blurted out, cutting him off. Very happy that now they knew it was for real, heart racing.

Silence, Max was thinking about it, confused, flustered, and angry.

"..."

".. Yes." He agreed, he wanted to ask it first, but they beat him to it.

"But, I wanted to ask fir-"

"YIPPIE!!"

After thoughts; Hi

I took like 2 hours writing this and half of it was trying to figure out what font it would be in

and I found all the rest of the camp camp episodes while writing this so I had more to go off of

I didn't add in the robots part even tho it was a good idea I just couldn't figure out how to add them in😭😭

Thank you for requesting, and hopefully, this was good enough (this work will go into editing later cuz I left out some ideas I had but realized that this was long as BALLS but the more the merrier right🤫🤫)

#writing #x reader #camp camp #camp camp max #camp camp nikki #camp camp neil #camp campbell #max x reader #yes #this is kinda bad #request #requested

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tyfinn · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday

@obsessedwithdavrick tagged me hours ago, but I had to work, so I couldn't post anything. The response I received yesterday on my Tension Tuesday has motivated me to continue that WIP. Here is another little piece...

He had just finished eating and was ready to start the movie when his text notification went off. He just assumed it was Stevie so he didn't even look at it. The notification went off again, so this time he looked. His eyes widened and he sat up straight when he saw who it was. He felt his heart stop for a moment. It was Patrick.

Patrick: Hi David

Patrick: I was wondering if I could call you? If you would be ok with that?

David sat there, frozen, not sure what to do. Marcy said he would call. He honestly didn't think he would. His heart was beating so hard he felt it pounding in his ears. He took a few deep breaths in and out before he responded.

David: Sure

David stared at his phone waiting for it to buzz. He'll probably change his mind. He's not going to actually call after almost five years. He’ll probably… And then Patrick's face appeared on his screen and David felt his belly do a flip-flop. He closed his eyes.

"Hi, Patrick."

"David! I… I, um, I wasn't sure you'd take my call, and now you answered, I'm not exactly sure what to say. I guess I didn’t plan this out as well as I thought I did…" Patrick rambled.

"What do you want, Patrick? I'm assuming this is because I saw your mom yesterday?"

"Yes. She was so happy she ran into you, David. She said you looked good."

"And that surprises you? What did you expect, Patrick? That I would shrivel up and let the aging process wreak havoc on my looks?" David spat out. He really did not intend to sound so bitchy.

"Of course it doesn't surprise me, David. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called…"

"Wait. I'm sorry. It’s just a lot to process. Seeing your mom yesterday and you calling today. But, yes, it was great seeing your mom. How are you? Your mom said your consulting job is going well." Ugh! Small talk. Is that what this has come to, David thought to himself, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling before closing them.

Patrick laughed. "It's a job, David. But, yes, it's going well. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"How are you doing?"

"Fine. Everything is fine. I may have found three new vendors, so there is that. I was going to email you when I get their contracts finalized."

"That's great, David! I'm happy to hear that. So… the reason I called is… I'm... this is probably a mistake. I better let you go…"

"Patrick, wait. Why did you call? I want to know, please…"

"Okay. I'm going to be in Elmdale on Friday for a small business consultation. I was wondering if maybe I could come by when I'm done? Maybe see the store. See you…"

David's mouth went dry. His mind was racing. "I don't think that is such a good idea, Patrick…"

"You're probably right. I should go. It's just that I've been thinking. A lot. About stuff. About you…"

"Patrick, what I meant was it may not be a good idea to come here. To Schitt’s Creek. But, if you want, I could come to Elmdale and meet you. There is actually something I would like to talk to you about. Business related."

David held his breath, waiting for Patrick's reply.

Tagging @apothecarose @jesuisici33 @stereopticons @trickiwooao3 and anyone else who a WIP they want to share...

#wip game #wip wednesday #writing

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izzysillyhandsy · 5 months

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I think it's ironic and funny that I've finally brought my sister round to watching OFMD and she's not at all interested in Izzy (shocking, I know), but she loves Ed/Stede and the humour of the show. Her favourite parts of S1 are the bedtime story with the flags being raised, the whole treasure hunt and the kiss ❤.

She's at the end of S1 now and a little sad about Ed on the pier (They were just kissing a second ago!!) and a little shocked by the toe scene - but already demanding S2 from me.

I find it so funny how ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ she is about everything, she's really only in it for the fun and the romance.

Izzy selling Stede out to the English? "Understandable, Ed chose Stede over him and that's the way he shows his feelings."

Ed in the pillow fort, singing and then going Kraken? "That's what I thought would happen, he loves Stede so much! Of course he cries, but then his violent pirate side comes through. Stede needs to come back, he'll be fine! 🥰"

Lucius over board? "Oh no, I liked him! Poor Pete... Well, he's dead now."

Marooning the crew? "Ed only kept the tough ones? Pity, I wanted to see the talent show!"

The toe scene? "That's a bit excessive, but Izzy seemed to like it? He's so happy things are back to normal. Their relationship is kind of destructive, isn't it? Izzy should find someone else."

BUT

Jack shooting Karl? "NOOOO! Karl!!!! That's not okay! 😭😭😭"

And: "Ed and Stede are like kids and Izzy seems like Ed's mum sometimes." (plot twist: my sister is David Jenkins)

I love that she is so chilled about everything and so positive, on here we analyze everything so much and she's like "hehe the Swede's teeth are falling out!"

Also, we speake German normally (we're Austrian), but she's said "LAME" to me at least 10 times today 🤔

(I'm not inventing these people, really, it's a coincidence my friend AND my sister just started watching - I swear!)

#ofmd #greetings from the happiest new viewer in the fandom :)#no angst here #just fun and love #this is the last new viewer I'll post about I swear #the contrast to my friend who's super into the dark Ed/Izzy stuff is just so strong I love them both so much

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cannibalcoyote · 8 months

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Simon Gruber: Am I Worth Anything?

Imagine being John McClane's youngest daughter, and running away to Germany after your parents start fighting again and your dad moves back to New York. What happens when Simon Gruber finds you on the streets:

-This is set after the second movie, but before the 3rd. I have the reader at age 12-

They'd started arguing again, everything was going so good too, Dad had moved here to LA and everything. I don't know what caused all of this, I thought they were happy, I thought everything was fixed... but I'm wrong as per usual.

Mom has us staying with her, but I'm honesty feeling so alone, even with my siblings around. They both are a few years older than me, so they either bully or ignore me, but neither is my friend. Dad was helping us figure this out, but that all went to waste after he left. They started being cold again, acting as if I don't exist. I know this separating is effecting them as well, but at least they have each other, I don't even have mom here to confide in since she's always working.

I try to call dad sometimes, but he's always drunk and usually thinks I'm mom, sometimes he doesn't even give me the chance to talk, just picks up the phone and starts cursing. He's never treated me like that before, sure, sometimes he just picks up the phone and responds that way before knowing it's me, but is that really an excuse? The separation must be hurting him as well... I wish I could help him, but I don't even know how to help myself.

Sometime, late at night, I think about what occurred leading up to dad leaving. I remember them shouting at each other, trying to get my brother and sister to take sides. They choose mom either way, I just stood in-between, how could they make me choose? The looks of disdain coming from all sides made me wither, I felt hated, unwanted. Maybe things would be better if I leave?

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I left home, it may sound really stupid, but maybe things will be better if I stay at dad's for a little bit; surely things couldn't be worse than staying with my mother and siblings.

The train ride was costly and took around 3 days for me to arrive in New York; my packing was light, just my back pack with a few changes of clothing, all my savings, my ID, some food and a notepad and pen. I didn't want to pack to much because it would make it harder for me to slip out of the house unnoticed, so I just stuffed my backpack and went for it - I probably should've packed other things, but it's too late now.

New York was interesting, I was quite young when we moved to Los Angeles, so being back is a new experience. The buildings are tall and overbearing, they make you feel so small, and the crowded, busy sidewalks only emphasize that point.

I pull out the map from my pocket, dotting what street I'm on, and then charting the best way to get to my father's apartment. His apartment is a bit away from the station, about 20ish blocks, but I've got enough daylight to make it before nightfall.

Before beginning my trek I pull out my walkman, restarting the CD, it's the Station to Station album by David Bowie - I hd to beg for a whole 2 months before my father finally gave in and bought me the walkman, he later gifted me this CD upon noticing how Bowie is my favorite musician. It's a nice reminder that my father cares for me, whenever I'm feeling lonely, I'll listen to this album.

I'm weaving my way through people, trying my best not to run into anyone. The sun seems to be setting a lot sooner than I thought it would, but that must be because of the time difference, I must've forgotten to account for that. Either way, I'm over half way there and the sun is just beginning to set, that last thing I want is to be caught after dark on the streets of New York - I especially don't want this as I am currently an unattended child.

I finally arrive at my fathers apartment, pressing the buzzer at the door, hoping he'll be home and let me in.

"Who is it?" I hear an annoyed voice answer, but I still sigh in relief.

"Dad?" My voice sounds so small, hopefully he still heard me.

"Y/N?" I don't know how to describe it, but it seems like so many emotions smashed into one word: relief, anger, happiness, anxiousness. So many that they overwhelm me.

"Yeah, it's me, can you let me in?" I don't get a verbal response, but hear the door being unlocked. I push open the heavy door, making my way inside the lobby. I head over to the elevator and push the up button, waiting patiently for the doors to open. I'm startled by the abrupt opening of the door from the stairwell, staring at the door as I watch my father come bustling out of it. He looks tense and rushed - a mess if I'm being honest, looking around quickly before stilling when he spots me.

His movements are fast, he catches me off guard when he pulls me in unexpectedly for a tight hug. I'm surprised, but accept the contact, it's been so long since I've seen my father after all. As he holds me, I can't help but smell the alcohol on him, though I know mentioning it could be disastrous.

We separate and head into the now awaiting elevator, the ride up was quick but surprisingly quiet; I expected some sort of conversation, but maybe he's processing? The walk from the elevator to his apartment felt uncomfortably tense though, like something suddenly angered him. Either way, it made me feel uneasy.

As soon as I enter, I go to speak, but am cut off by the harsh slamming of the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He questions in a raised voice, he's angry, that much I can tell.

"I-" I begin to respond, but have no time as I am immediately cut off.

"Leaving without telling your mother, wandering the streets of New York at night! How the hell did you even get here from LA, no airline would let you board unattended?"

"I-I used the amtrak." I explain in a shaky voice, averting my eyes from his gaze and staring down at the dirty floor.

"What were you even thinking? Coming over here?" His voice is solemn now, and it makes me more uncomfortable than when he was yelling.

"I thought that... maybe I could stay here for a while?" I respond sheepishly, but hoping - no, praying - that he'll let me stay.

"Stay? Here, with me?" He questions incredulously.

"Please?" I whisper, glancing at him hopefully.

"What? No, you can't stay with me." He looks at me like I'm crazy, I suddenly feel very out of place, like I can't find anywhere that I'm allowed to exist. It's an astounding experience, especially when I've always felt so comfortable with my father.

"But..." I begin, trailing off as I try to think of what to say.

"But what? Don't tell me, you thought you could leave your mother and come live with me, that it would be as easy as showing up on my doorstep unannounced?" I can tell he's making fun of me, his tone gives it away.

"I-" I begin once again, only this time I'm interrupted.

"Well it's not! I thought you were smarter than that? You're going back to your mother's first thing tomorrow, you understand?" His shouting is scary, he's never acted like this towards me, though I have seen a few interactions like this between him and my mother.

"Dad, no, I want to stay here!" I all but beg, wide eyed at his words.

"I don't want you staying here, I don't want you anywhere near here!" My hearing goes silent after that, but there's an obnoxious ringing... Did he just say that? That he wants nothing to do with me, that he doesn't want me anywhere near him?

He says a few more things, but I don't care enough to hear them, all I can manage to do is stare straight forward in a daze. I travelled so far, but not even my father wants me around anymore.

I was right, I should've just disappeared; I'm the catalyst of every fight, had I never been born, maybe they would still be together?

I don't remember much that happened after, just my father rolling his eyes as he drags his palm tiredly over his face. He walks me to the spare bedroom and tell me to get some rest, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep after the words we traded.

I'm not quite sure how long I lay in that bed before I hear my father talking from the living room, I tiptoe out of bed and look through the cracked door, he seems to be on the phone.

"You think I wanted her here! Listen Holly, I'm sending her back on the train tomorrow, alright? Make sure she doesn't comeback to New York." He sounds tired, annoyed, upset... I guess he really doesn't want me here, but I know my mother doesn't want me either.

I wait until my father's all but drunk himself to death, it's around 0100 in the morning before he's passed out on the couch, empty bottles on the coffee table. I cling tightly onto my backpack, walking to the front door as quietly as possible, opening the door slowly before sliding into the hallway and closing it with a dull 'click.'

The ride down was eerie, and it became even more so when I exited the apartment building. The darkness enveloping New York made the environment look quite scary, especially with only the light from the full moon and some blinking lamp posts to light my way. There was still some people out walking, most were either drunk or homeless, so I tried to pass by silently and unnoticed; my goal is to reach the airport before sunrise and buy a ticket out of the country, anywhere as long as it's not here.

I would've preferred to hail a taxi, but I can't risk not having the funds to afford a ticket, though neither of my parents want me, they still have an obligation to find me. Since I'll be paying for the flight in cash, there'll be no tracking where I went, unless the person selling me the ticket remembers my name, face, and flight destination; but I highly doubt they'll check the airports first.

When I finally arrive, the sun is just beginning to raise above the horizon, the streets are getting a little more busy with 6am traffic, and there is now light foot traffic along the sidewalks.

I was coming up on the airport, I can tell because the planes kept getting louder and louder. I'd been thinking during my entire walk on where I wanted to go, it would be suspicious for a 12 year old to ask what flights are available to anywhere, especially without an adult present.

I've chosen to go to Germany because I've always loved the language and have wanted to visit since I was 5; I've also formulated a story should I be asked any questions. I'm going to say that I'll be visiting family in Cochem, Germany. I remember reading about that beautiful place in a travel magazine, it looked nice enough and I also can't remember any other place. If they want more info, I'll say I'm specifically visiting my Uncle who lives there, that I'll be staying there for the summer. They shouldn't be asking much after that though, so I should be all good.

I push open the terminal doors, and immediately locate the booth where you can purchase a ticket. The lady behind the desk looks nice, she sounds polite as she finishes up talking with another employee before turning to me. She looks a little surprised to see just me, but she quickly recovers.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She questions sweetly.

"Hi there, I was wondering if you have any flights today heading over to Cochem, Germany?" I respond, I try to sound mature, but I'm not sure if it worked as I notice her raise her eyebrow humorously.

"Well, let me check real quick." She clicks a few times on her computer, tilting her head as she shuffles.

"There aren't any flights to Cochem since they don't have an airport." She states.

"What does that mean?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows as I think my plan may be ruined.

"It just means we find the closest airport to their, and that looks to be Frankfurt Hahn Airport; it's only about 15 miles away." She states nonchalantly, but I'm sighing internally. 15 miles, after how long of a flight? I'll need to get a map too if I don't want to get lost.

"We have a flight leaving at around 0900 with a few seat openings." She continues, showing me the available seats.

"Alright, that works." I state, handing her the cash for the ticket, waiting as she prints it out and hands it to me. I smile in thanks before wandering off to check in and head to my boarding area, I've got a while before my flight, so I guess I'll make myself comfortable.

I don't remember the flight too well, I mainly slept through the flight, having sparse moments of wakefulness when they brought us food and drinks. The people I was seated beside were a kindly older couple, they kept me company and checked in on me; I think they just saw a child alone on the flight and wanted to make sure I wasn't scared or anything.

They would try to talk with me, but I think they realized how tired I was and just let me sleep. They were rather nice, even walking with me off the plane before they separated to go to baggage claim; I didn't need to as I only had my carry-on.

I quickly bought a map from the convenience shop in the airport before heading off on my trek, its around 5am and the sun has yet to rise. The temperature is around 60ºF, so I'm not too cold, I actually welcome the chill as the movement will warm me up in no time.

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I've been in Cochem for around 3 weeks now, and I must say that I really should have thought this through. I swapped all my USD over into euros, but I barely have enough to afford food everyday, not to mention I have no place to stay, hotels are far to expensive to even think of. Learning german has also been more complicated than I thought, I assumed it would be easier since I'm immersed in the culture, but it's all just been one big shock for both my body and mind.

Some of the shop owners have started to recognize me; I think they have their assumptions and know I'm homeless, sometimes they'll give me something to eat free of charge. I also can't risk speaking to them in english, I can't risk anyone knowing I'm from the United States, that would only heighten their suspicion on why I'm here instead of in the US. So, for the time being, I'll just have to come off as mute until I learn the language.

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It's been a particularly harsh past few days, the temperature has been dropping lower than usual, and my deteriorating clothes haven't been doing much to conserve my body heat. The local children have also taken to terrorizing me, I think they've been making fun of my clothing and muteness (I am now able to mostly understand them after some tutoring from a friendly shop owner).

Sometimes, they'll try to grab my bag, I've had a group of them chase after me just because I wouldn't let them steal my backpack. Their parents either don't notice or don't care, either way, I'm on my own.

They haven't caught me yet, and I can't say what they would do to me if they did. Would they just grab my bag and leave? Or would they want to hurt me for having the audacity to run? Maybe they just chase me because they find it funny, or maybe I have good reason to evade them?

It was actually during one of these chases that I ran into the man that would come to replace my father over time.

It was routine at this point, a group of 6 or so kids would spot me and give chase, I would see them coming and take off. So far so good, I'm dodging the adults that go on with their lives, trying not to get hit by cars as I sprint across the road.

I'm doing really good actually, I turn around to catch a glimpse of them, they got stopped at the road by passing traffic, yes!

I look forward just as I turn a corner, running straight into someone, they are larger than me, barely being affected by the collision. I, however, had toppled down to the ground , scraping up my palms on the ground as the flail out to catch me.

Tears well in my eyes at the stinging pain, I can feel as the grit and dirt dig into the wounds as they rub against the cobblestone. I quickly glance up and see a tall man with short blonde hair, his eyes are a striking blue; they make me think of my father's eyes, how his aren't as striking as this man's.

I observe his expression, his eyes widen only slightly, showing his surprise about being barreled into so unexpectedly. He looks very professional in what I can best describe as a business casual suit, but something about him makes him seem like more than what he shows. This strange man, he holds an air of authority, power, I could almost describe him as threatening.

My thoughts are drawn away by the trampled footsteps behind me. I quickly scramble up from the floor, ignoring the pain in my hands as I snap my gaze to the corner I had rounded. I look just as the others come around, they halt as well at the sight of me and this adult.

I lock eyes with the groups leader and immediately begin sprinting down the road, I can hear them giving chase immediately, shouting that no one cares enough about me to help. The tears already welled up in my eyes begin to cascade down my face; they're right, not even my own family wanted, how could I expect that strangers from a different country would want me either?

In my moments of self-pity, I step into a crevice, I was unprepared for the change in level and feel my knee giving out. I tumble to the ground in a flurry, scraping my limbs against the harsh ground. I curse at myself, attempting to stand, but this fall may have done me in, my legs feel like they are on fire, and my left ankle feels heavy and stiff, as though it was being strangled.

Looking up, I notice that I've fallen in a rather secluded area of town, almost no foot traffic here at all, so these miscreants will have a field day, I wonder what they'll actually do now that they've finally caught me.

They surround me, two of them ripping my backpack from me despite my struggle to keep hold of it. The leader marches forward and shoves me, allowing them to grab the bag away. They unzip it before turning it upside down, shaking everything out onto the floor.

We watch as clothes, food, paper and pens tumble out. They look disappointed when nothing else appears, what were they expecting, cash? As if I have any left...

The leader and his lackeys roughly lift me from the ground, having to hold me up since my legs have stopped functioning. Just as they're about to speak, a stern voice erupts from behind them.

"Aufhören (Stop)." They all freeze, the boys looking back to see who interrupted them. I look as well, though it took a lot of effort.

There, standing imposingly a few steps away is the man with the blue eyes, I ran into him, what is he doing stopping these boys from hurting me?

"Was (What)?" The leader questions, he tries to sound stern as well, but I can see him shrinking away when the man steps closer.

"Verpisst euch, lauft zu euren Müttern (Fuck off, go run to your mothers)." He growls in a deep tone, I can feel the disgust in his voice when speaking to these boys.

They apparently don't need to be told twice, they release me, allowing me to crumple to the floor as they bolt away in the opposite direction. I feel dazed after everything that happened, but looking down at the ground, I can't help but feel despair swelling in my throat. Among the content of my bag was a picture of me and my parents, they're smiling and happy, and so was I. That was our last photo together before the fighting started again.

I reach out and grab the crumpled photograph, gently bringing it up so I could cradle it. I glance at the stranger as he steps closer before kneeling down. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't for him to begin collecting my belongings and putting them back into my bag.

I can tell he has his suspicions upon viewing my dirty clothing, the toothpaste and toothbrush, as well as the bits of old food wrapped up for later. He finishes zipping up the bag before gently placing it in front of me.

"Wo ist deine Mutter? Dein Vater (Where is your mother? Your father)?" He questions with a concerned tone, I glance into his eyes before quickly looking away. He's very intimidating, even when he's being so nice.

"Weg (Gone)." I reply solemnly. My parents may not be dead, but I don't plan on ever going back, they're better off without me.

"Nun, wer ist für Sie zuständig (Well, who is responsible for you)?" He asks again, hoping that someone is out there looking after me. I sadly, can't give him that answer, it would be wrong to lie to the man who saved me.

"Nur ich (Only me)." I respond, avoiding eye contact at all costs. I'm terrified, what if he turns me into the authorities, or puts me in an orphanage? Or worse, what if he takes me back to New York!

"Nur Sie? Hier draußen (Just you? Out here)?" He sounds shocked, his eyebrows scrunch up in worry, a distant look appearing in his eyes. He tilts his head in thought, of what, I'm unsure. He stands abruptly, and I'm sure he's going to leave, allow me to be alone again; but I'm the shocked one now when I notice his outstretched his hand.

I analyze it for a few seconds, wondering whether I should accept it, what happens if I do accept it? Is this a mere action of kindness before leaving me, or will this lead to more actions occurring? So many questions in my head silenced when I reach out and place my hand in his, allowing his firm grip to pull me off the floor.

My legs are still regaining their senses, but he supports me as I try to remember how to stand. I look down at my legs and notice the scrapes and cuts along them, mostly localized around my knees as they are what I fell on during my tumble. I shift my gaze up to my hands, they are so small against his, knuckles scraped and bleeding from sliding against the ground.

I tilt my head at them, so many injuries in such a short span of time, how will I fix them? I don't have any bandages on me, and I certainly can't afford to buy any.

"Komm, ich bringe das in Ordnung (Come on, I'll fix it)." I just nod my head, who am I to rebuke against his orders, especially after how he's treated me?

"Wie ist Ihr Name (What is your name)?" My words are slow as I try to remember what to say, I am doing better at understanding what is being said, but have trouble speaking the language. I can see the man raise an eyebrow, I almost think he won't answer me.

" Simon. Und du (Simon. And you)?" He states, walking with me through the town market, grasping my hand tighter when he notices the group of boys that had been terrorizing me cross the street.

"Y/N." I respond quietly, it's almost a whisper. It's been so long since I've spoken, let alone this much; I haven't said my name once during my stay here, so it's a strange feeling.

_______

After that day, Simon took me in, cleaned my wounds and bandaged them, gave me a hot meal to eat, and a room to rest in.

He unofficially adopted me after a year, explaining to me that I'm like a daughter to him, and that he want me to see him as my father. He didn't have to ask though, I've seen him as my father since the day we first met.

The first months were hard if I'm being honest, I had no idea how to act around a father figure, especially not after what happened with my actual dad. I was a lot more skittish, scared of maintaining eye contact, terrified by the slightest raise in his voice. Those behaviors began to melt away when I realized he wouldn't push me away, that he actually invited my company and tried to do things that I enjoyed - such as painting with me, or taking me into nature so I could write poems in the serene environment.

He asked me quite early on who my parents were and what happened. I was afraid that if he knew they were alive, that he would send me back to them; but I never was able to lie to him. I told him the truth about my parents, who they were, why I ran away, etc. He talked to me about it, and actually explained to me the dark history between his brother and my father.

He was empathetic towards me, explaining that he had similar feelings of displacement when he was staying with his family; it felt good having someone that could relate to me. He would reassure me during times of self-hatred, comforting me, stating that I was never the problem, that my parents should've never made me feel that way. He promised me that he will never allow them to treat me like that again.

The adoption was a quiet affair, he had documents for me falsified so that it stated I was a German citizen that he adopted out of the orphanage.

Yes, I know they were falsified, and I know all about his side of business; he told me the night beforehand what type of person he was, as well as the types of jobs he does. I'll admit, he caught me off guard since he's quite amiable, but I suppose everyone has sides that no one understands.

Some of his close friends that he works with were there to witness my adoption, they were polite and friendly as well. I had never felt more accepted in my life than I did when I was with Simo–my father, and I don't plan on ever letting go of this feeling.

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G1 Climax C Block finals preview

Shingo Takagi (3-2-1, 7 points) vs. EVIL (4-2, 8 points) - Evil can clinch a spot in the quarterfinals with a win, but he can only make first place if he wins and David Finlay doesn't. Shingo needs to win, but if anybody else ties him at 9, I'm not sure he'll finish in the top two. The happy path for Shingo is if he beats Evil, and Eddie Kingston vs. David Finlay doesn't go to a draw, and Tama Tonga doesn't win against HENARE.

It's weird to me that this match is the main event, and not Eddie vs. Finaly. Beyond simply being a heel and a cheater, Evil's whole shtick is to draw heat by making the match worse. That makes it awkward to promote him as a headliner, and New Japan seems to know this because they mainly book him in the midcard like Jeff Jarrett in AEW. To me, putting this match on last telegraphs a happy ending with Takagi valiantly triumphing after fifteen minutes of teasing a fuck finish. Either that, or Evil just wins and sucks the air out of the building. Regardless, this match doesn't seem like it can follow Eddie-Finlay.

My gut feeling is that Takagi wins and takes second place in the quarterfinals. But I can't quite shake the dread that Evil will win, sort of like when WWE books a cage match and I just expect a run-in.

Eddie Kingston (4-2, 8 points) vs. David Finlay (4-2, 8 points) - If Finlay wins, he clinches first place. If Eddie wins, he's got a spot in the quarterfinals, but it may only be second place depending on how EVIL does. A draw here would mean a tie at 9 points, which would be a headache, but I don't think that'll happen.

Earlier this year Eddie ran Jay White out of New Japan, and almost immediately Finlay attacked Jay to change the narrative to "Finlay usurps Bullet Club from Jay White." I don't know if that's really relevant to this fight, but there is a sense that these two had to meet up. Finlay is Gedo's handpicked guy to rule New Japan, and Eddie is the textbook definition of "people's champion." Finlay is the kind of guy that's dangerous because he has to prove he's dangerous. Eddie is the king of guy that gives you a look and you know you shouldn't fuck with him.

I don't think Eddie can win the G1, but I really, really, really want him to reach the quarterfinals. I always root for somebody to disrupt the established order in New Japan, and Eddie is perfect for disrupting shit. That said, it's real easy to believe they'll have Finlay win. Don't get me wrong, I got in early on Finlay and I want him to do well. But seeing a Bullet Club guy almost win the G1 to get heel heat is a cliche at this point. I'll be over hear in my prayer circle for Eddie.

Tama Tonga (3-2-1, 7 points) vs. HENARE (2-4, 4 points) - Tama's best shot at the top two is if Evil beats Shingo and Eddie vs. Finlay goes to a no-contest. I've been watching the G1 since 2015 and I don't think I've ever seen a block match go to a no-contest, so lots of luck with that, pal. Henare doesn't even have that slim hope to cling to; he's been mathematically eliminated for a while now.

I want Henare to do well. I always thought he was a mean scary motherfucker, and that was before he turned heel in 2021. So when he started this year's G1 with tattoos all over his face and some kind of death metal entrance theme, I was like...holy shit. Then he lost. A lot. My man just can't catch a break. Unfortunately, even if he beats Tama here, I'm not sure it means much because they don't seem to know what they're doing with Tama either.

Anyway, I guess this match will be too cool dudes beating the shit out of each other. Based on the last two shows, my guess is Tama will lose just to simplify the potential tie scenarios heading into the top two matches.

Tomohiro Ishii (1-5, 2 points) vs. Mikey Nicholls (2-4, 4 points) - Both men are mathematically eliminated, and Ishii has the worst score in the entire tournament. This should be a slobberknocker, but it's a darn shame Ishii isn't positioned stronger in these tournaments. Then again, when the whole idea is that it's "Grade One" it figures that a great wrestler who never wins when it counts would be at the bottom of the pack. I suppose Ishii could win to go out on a high note, but it doesn't really matter.

Zack Sabre Jr. & Shane Haste & Kosei Fujita vs. Hirooki Goto & YOH & Oskar Leube - Goto and Sabre will meet on August 9. Fujita and Leube are both Young Lions and therefore susceptible to doing the job in this match. But Fujita is at least TMDK's young boy whereas Leube is just a regular young boy, so I'm guessing Oskar loses the fall.

Ren Narita & Minoru Suzuki & El Desperado vs. Shota Umino & Hikuleo & Jado - Narita, Suzuki, and Despy joined forces as Strong Style earlier this year, but they haven't had much to do with each other since dropping the NEVER trios title. The other team is coming off of Hikuleo eliminating Umino from the G1, which might be awkward. Jado is here as Hikuleo's buddy and the guy who will lose this match.

Alex Coughlin & Gabe Kidd vs. Toru Yano & Tomoaki Honma - Coughlin and Kidd at the STRONG tag team champions, but the title is not at stake. This match is more about previewing Coughlin vs. Kidd on August 9. Man, Honma is gonna get crushed in this match.

Jeff Cobb & Great-O-Khan vs. Kaito Kiyomiya & Ryohei Oiwa - I'm not expecting much from this match but we did get an interesting talking point from the August 6 show, where Taichi gave Khan the motivation he's been needing. So I'm sure the announcers will spend the whole match wondering if this will lead to Khan trying to jump from the United Empire to Just 5 Guys. Anyway, Oiwa will get beat here.

#njpw #g1 climax #shingo takagi #evil #eddie kingston #david finlay

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pt 3

shadow and bone s2e3 reaction

love the flying sturmhond 🥰 sail on!

jesper defending everyone 😌 as he should

...though kaz is being bitchy...even for him

they did the flashbacks super well! you can definitely start to see what is happening

"but never compassion" the baghra scene is well done!

"there was a moment where you could've earned her love instead of claiming her power...another lesson? or maybe just another mistake" THOSE ARE FIGHTING WORDSSSS ...I feel like this will not make the darkling happy...

THE FOLD SCEEENNNEE WITH THE FLASHBACKKSSS SO GOOODDD

bad bitch move was chopping of that volcra head

YEEESSSS everyone finding out sturmhond is nikolai!!! love love love love love such a good reveal

"you've got to be joking" "saints"

OMG ALINA PUNCHED HIM YES BADASS SHIT RIGHT THERE

David protecting genya 😭😭😭 beautifully done

the subtly of evil that the darkling has is very well done its almost one of those things where from far away he is smiling and he never does anything outright against people so if people try to be like "he abused me" they'd be like "how" and it'd be like "well...he said things in a scary tone?" which is terrifying

zoya being nice to alina? 👀 that's the biggest change from the books so far (jkjk...but kinda)

"you're gonna make me go in there...aren't you?" he's such a cutie just love him

...this is more about last episode but do we ever get to find out what happened when they first met?? 👀👀 likkkee it took jesper being on top of wylan to remember so I FEEL like something went down more than just a "hello I bought you stroopwafels"

me pausing the show right before they started talking about it 🤭🤭

ope...there's the kaelish prince

wylan saying "how?" to jesper fixing the piano 👀 ummm you'll learn...someday

wylan playing piano 😭😭 jesper is faaalliinngg

"Pekka Rollins killed my brother" daamnn it's all happening it did need to be said though in the way that they're doing the story right now...otherwise he would'nt've had inej's trust

I love how inej said "then we destroy him" because it wasn't with sympathy...which is perfect because kaz did not want inej's pity...it was said as a fact

I like how kaz is helping inej like in the bathroom scene of crooked kingdom but this time with gloves...because when he takes his gloves off next time it's going to be a big development

this scene is WORD FOR WORDDDD IT MAKES ME SO HAPPYYY

I'm a little scared though...cuz they've taken A LOT from crooked kingdom so far...so if we get our spin off...what then?

like Kaz's speech to the dregs! that's from crooked too!!

he's such a badass though so it's hard to be mad cuz I love to see it

I LOVE KKKAAAZZZZZ

but also...a lot of this is from crooked kingdoommm IM SO CONFLICTED

same with inej fighting with the taxidermist...it's a bit of a rip off of the white hood from CK...except we haven't really seen them do anything SUPER badass yet (aka the ice court heist) so it just looks like she's a SUBPAR fighter instead of an amazing fighter who has finally met her match

but inej is such a badass...I love hhheeerrrr

her saying the prayer after the fight 🥺

the darklings "please" 😳

oh damn

ARE WE ABOUT TO SEE BAGHRAS TORTURE IN REAL TIME

David leaving because he thinks genya is behind him 😭😭 poor baby we all know what's next

the proposal hahhah she's so maddd

mal actually being nice about it? and knowing it's a good idea? 👀 I love this mal compared to the book hahaha

ok. thenway the darkness creeps from beneath him is cool as he'll.

oh noooo...David being there for genyas torture is so much worse 😭😭 poor David (but so well done omg)

...I love wesper...by why are we going so fast...it's supposed to be a slow burn...emphasis on SLOW

they're holding hands and jesper is OPENLY worried about wylan 👀 ummm

wylan you little badass I love you 😍 "I'm not going anywhere" of course you're not

is kaz drinking openly?? you ok man?

"ALBY ROLLINS CANT HELP WHO HIS FATHER IS" wylan are you about to do what I think you're about to do???

maybe they're trying to do the Pekka Rollins storyline now to just keep the van eck storyline for later??

umm...kaz has crazy eyes

I'm starting to get worried...man's is NOT doing okay

Matthias with the wolves 🥺🥺

oh nooooo he's fightiinngg

oh shit...man literally has the word "cannibal" tattooed on his back...Das not good

Matthias is huge...F this man up

oh shit...I guess he listened to me

I mean...at least nina didn't get choked

OMG YES HE LEARNED HOW TO USE HIS CONNECTION

#this episode had me questioning #it was well done #but im just nervous about the spin off #i need a six of crows spinoff #but they might he using too much from the books too soon #shadow and bone s2e3 #s&b s2e3 #s&b #shadow and bone #shadow and bone reaction #s&b reaction #s&b spoilers #justanothersbreaction

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hoffmans-hoffman · 2 years

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JJ, just JJ

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“Do you ever just feel„ "JJ you do know how stupid you sound right?"

JJ and Harry Du Bois

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Name: JJ

Aliases: Johnny Jax, Jenny Hart, Jameson Jacobs Jackson Jr(Some think this is his real name)

Nicknames: Big Boy(Harry Du Bois), Pipsqueak, Shivers, Jay(Kim Kitsuragi), Sweetie(His Grandma), *enter every mean skinny nickname*, Spider

Age: 44

Ex Partners: David When, Legs, Denies Rems

Current/Temporary Partners: Harry Du Bois, Kim Kitsuragi

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“Shhh, I'm thinking„ "Out of free will this time?" “Hey!„

JJ and Kim Kitsuragi

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Archetype: The Lover, Lovers are always looking for ways to make others feel special and to meet their needs.

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As another man from precinct 57, JJ is known for having compassion and respect for his previous partners, and for his current/temporary ones. He has a sunny disposition most of the time despite everything that's happening.

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“Kim...I'm going to-„ "Yes I know, Detective back to the task at hand"

JJ and Kim Kitsuragi

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Personality and Mannerisms

JJ is almost always smiling(unless he's by a body or delivering bad news to a family) it's actually a nervous habit, he fears if he doesn't keep a smile he'll lose all his happiness. He leans against Kim sometimes if they're talking to someone too long as he has back issues. The poor guy uses Like, Uh and um too much so he isn't allowed to question people as the more anxious he gets the worse it gets. If he gets annoyed with someone he'll go “Tck...„ and try to continue listening/Talking to whomever is bothering him. He's known for mouthing words whether it's to a song or when someone else is talking he'll mouth words to himself.

When they(Him, Harry and Kim) are talking to someone he'll peer over Kim, sure he is taller then Kim but it's a habit that can be traced back to his first partner. As his first partner who never really let JJ do anything.

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“Like...Kim said uhhh„ "I said goodnight" “Yeah goodnight„

JJ and Kim Kitsuragi saying goodnight to Harry Du Bois

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Look, Clothes and on his person

JJ is 6'6 and underweight as he tends to focus on his cases more than himself. He has black hair and pukey green eyes. Most of his coworkers call him spider as that is what he reminds them of, his long skinny limbs and his habit of climbing over fences and walls to get to suspects.

His clothes are complex but simple, he wears normal boots and jeans but when it gets to his top half that's where it gets a little weird. His first layer is a short sleeve kinda Hawaiian shirt with flamingos on it. The second layer is just a pair of black suspenders. His third and final layer is a denim jacket (yes sadly he's one of those) the jacket is warn and looks like he's been using it for some years. He has a metal ring on his right middle finger that is a little magnetic. Lastly he has a necklace with a pearl ring hanging from it.

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“You love me„ "Sadly" “....rude„

JJ and Kim Kitsuragi

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#jj just jj #disco elysium #disco elysium oc

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beecastle · 2 years

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I'm definitely going to be doing this one too! I love you very much bestie 🧡🧡🧡🧡

Can I please have a character match up?

* clears throat *

what I like: theatre, music, design-oriented art, digital art, photography, reading (especially fantasy & psychology & nonfiction), watching netflix sometimes, walking my dog, dancing, skateboarding sometimes, working with certain animals, making art with kids (although I don't work with kids anymore, it was always super fun!), playing games (video games and board/card games), learning about topics I'm interested in on a whim (like thinking about a question around a certain topic and quickly reading up on it for example), hand writing things, making cakes / food for other people, having my hair brushed for me (& people running their nails along my scalp), dressing up in cool outfits even if we're just going to the grocery store

Perfect date: usually my go to answer is just that we have an experience,,, like going together to watch a musical,,, or an art exhibition,,, or we try out a new restaurant together and such,,, also if there's good food then I'm already happy from the start. I'd also be happy with "homemade" dates like building a blanket fort in the living room & watching a movie together while we eat a nice home cooked meal if we want to,,, I think the most important thing is just thought but in general I'm not too difficult to please. As long as some thought has been put into it, I appreciate any kind of date tbh.

Please match me up with the lincarnation of my dreams 😆

Again, thank you for doing this!!! Your 200 followers is well deserved!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Let's ignore the fact that I'm answering this so late

Okay, so I know who the love of your life is and I'm not going to match you with him. I know, I know, but bear with me. I think your perfect match would be Usnavi. That man would adore the heck out of you. He'd be so down to do whatever as long as he's with you. You want to go dancing? Usnavi's going with you. You want to chill and watch Netflix all day? He's your guy, and he'll run his nails through your scalp while doing so. And the way he'll praise you and your art, bestie this man will find a new way to tell you how much he loves you and the things you create every single day

He's the king of homemade dates, you'll come out of the studio from working on a new design, and there he is holding flowers for you, and he guides you to a very romantic dinner by candlelight he has set in the dining room

He's so soft, I think you'd make the perfect couple, he's going to be a bit shy when he first meets you but the more time you spend together the more he comes out of his shell. You are going to be best friends and then he'll ask you out (or you'll ask him out first), and on your first date, you're probably going to worry that you're the one doing most of the talking but Usnavi is going to sit there and adore every word you're saying. He loves listening to you.

And you get to live in NYC

Okay, that concludes my essay on why I think you and Usnavi would make a good couple. Thoughts?

Bonus info: not matching you with Alex coz that would be a toxic relationship, not matching you with Lee coz you'd have to spend too much time apart from each other and I think you need a relationship where you can see each other at least semi-regularly plus you don't like the anti-gravity feeling from the balloon so that's also a no. I'm not matching you with Jack coz you don't really like him that much. And finally, I'm not matching you with David because that's what's expected and because you want an angsty story for him and I want to give you your happy ending 😆

#200 followers celebration

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12, 16, 17, 18, 41

Thank you! Still doing this for my spy guys, let's gooo.

12) How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach?

Ok, fun one! It definitely depends on whether they're on the job or just on their day to day lives, y'know? If they're not on an active mission, Grant would have no qualms about asking David to scratch his back or something (and would probably jokingly start moaning in delight to piss David off). David could ask Grant as well, of they're in confidence and he's in the mood. If not, he'd just lean against a wall or something lmao. If they're on a mission, though, they'll just suppress the need. Or if it's truly urgent they'll ask each other and get it done, no jokes this time.

16) What makes their stomachs turn?

Like, metaphorically? Well, in their line of work there's not much they haven't seen or gotten to experience, so in that sense they're pretty hardened. Blood, violence, they're familiar with that, in a way. I guess senseless violence still gets to them, especially towards children and of course, seeing each other get hurt 👀.

Literally? Lmao no idea, will need more time to explore that. As agents, they can handle their liquor pretty well (gotta perfect the art of standing inconspicuously at a bar, or wining and dining a mark!) but I'd say David is a little bit more of a lightweight (he doesn't really get sick though, but he'll get drunk lmao).

17) & 18) Are they easily embarrassed? What embarrasses them?

Lumping these two together. I'd say Grant isn't that easily embarrassed. He's the type of guy who's always down for a round of karaoke, or who has no trouble laughing at his own misfortunes, now turned into funny anecdotes. He's pretty easy-going, so there's not much that would cause him to turn red. In a professional sense, he's the one that tends to take the lead when it comes to field work where they need to talk to people, chat up a mark, get information out of someone without they realizing, so he's pretty used to that kind of pressure, to thinking on the spot and turning potential mishaps into advantages. Still, he's human, and he's never truly as extroverted as he appears to be, so a failed social interaction or a genuine mistake in a relationship can still haunt him for a bit.

David is not quite as easy-going as his partner. He's got a bit of a perfectionist streak, so small mistakes can sour his mood pretty easily, and getting called out by his superiors for some misstep during a mission definitely stings. I don't think he's the type to get sad and mopey, though, he's incredibly quick-tempered, and if anything, that embarrassment turns quickly into anger, sometimes at those calling him out and sometimes at himself. He'll take it as a challenge to push himself further, tho (aaand might break a few rules if he thinks it's warranted). In his day to day life? Definitely gets embarrassed by any dumb thing. Grant catches him doing NYT Connections or Wordle and gets the answers before him, and he'll seethe about it for the whole day, lmao.

41) How do they feel about children?

Aaah, this is such a fun question, because my own thoughts about children always end up bleeding into my characters, which is why almost all of them don't have kids and don't plan to. And yes, ok, these guys don't have kids either, but the idea for them does come from a dream where their proto-characters were mentors to this teenager, so a bit of that has stuck to their final versions...

I think Grant loves kids, and he'd love to be a father one day. Of course, that--and mantaining a relationship--has proven difficult, what with his line of work and all, but the point remains that he's fantastic with children. His little sister has a daughter of her own, and he loves to dote on his young niece as much as he can. He's such a fun uncle, y'know? Kids love him, too, and if there happens to be a child involved in any of the missions, he'll make sure no harm comes to them, keeping them happy and distracted if need be.

David doesn't feel quite at home with kids as Grant does, but he's also someone who kids feel completely safe with. Babies and toddlers, he'll definitely feel a bit unsure around them, not because he doesn't like them but because he's never had any experience with them. But with kids and teens, he's actually really good. He's always kind to them, talks to them like an adult would, and never makes them feel like they're not cared for. Think a Gordon Ramsey type, will cuss out any adults for literally anything, but will be sweet and patient with kids any day.

In the spirit of keeping that concept from my dream alive, I'm still playing with the idea that in one of their missions, they get assigned to take care of this millionaire teen/young adult, and they both definitely get attached to their young charge. So they kinda get to be dads for a bit lmao.

#thabk youuuu this also got long sorry lmao #but it's great for fleshing them out!#i love my guysss #juli's ocs #ask game #spy ocs #grant hosking #david fairchild #juli answers

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