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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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GARY "Eggsy" UNWIN FIC RECOMMENDATIONS !

follow everyone of the authors and give them all the love for each and everyone of these fics because they’re AMAZING! also like and give the author as much support as you can.

also ive just watched the first movie and it was amazing and ill probably be watching the others as well!

fights ➵ @bi-bard

summary ➵ when someone spends their childhood learning how to kill people, they don't commonly realize how much they miss out on.

i’ll take care of you ➵ @1-imaginary-girl

summary ➵ you’re driving home from work one night when you accidentally hit someone with your car. when you insist on helping them, you have no idea just who you’re getting involved with.

darlin’ i’m comin’ home ➵ @shieldedreams

summary ➵ after a tough mission, all eggsy wants is to wrap his arms around you and call it a night... though, he should wash off the blood first.

you needed me ➵ @shieldedreams

summary ➵ normally you’d let it slide when eggsy misses out on a date–given it’s his job–but on the day you needed him most and showing up late for your anniversary, it’s not so easy this time around.

you’re late again ➵ @unabashedlyawhore

summary ➵ eggsy is late for date night after being on a mission. you two argue and he raises his voice at you and you start crying and it leads to sorry/ makeup sex.

the spy who loved me ➵ @bluesfortheredj

summary ➵ eggsy and you reunite as he shows you around his new house

romance and espionage ➵ @yelenasdog

summary ➵ who knew names could be such a touchy subject?

surprise ➵ @hauntedflamingo

summary ➵ as a secret agent, you thought Eggsy would be well equipped to handle anything. you never meant for this to be that big of a surprise.

not a damn damsel ➵ @storiesforallfandoms

summary ➵ not all kidnapped princesses are damsels in distress, and eggsy comes to learn this the hard way

new years kiss ➵ @the-dendrophile-bookworm

summary ➵ you go out to a new years party with a guy who ditches you. luckily a charming guy comes to the rescue

take your daughter to work day ➵ @unabashedlyawhore

summary ➵ Its Eggsy's turn to take your daughter to work this year! and after Eggsy and your daughter get home you and Eggsy finally get to spend some time together!

just drinking buddies ➵ @the-dendrophile-bookworm

summary ➵ break ups are always messy but make ups are always the best.

a different background ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ ‘Hi! I really like your writing it’s incredible ❤❤ can you please write an Eggsy x reader where the reader is a very serious agent and she’s been part of the kingsman before Eggsy and he really likes her and try to grab her attention in many ways and most of them fail leaving him embarrassed while Charlie and the others make fun of him but when he refuses to shoot JB that’s when he caught her attention (it takes place during the first film)? I’ll love you forever if you did it! ❤❤’

time to meet the in laws ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Eggsy unwin x reader where they’re dating and she meets his mother and he tells her that he wants to meet his parents and when he does they ask him personal questions and ask which university he went to and when they know he didn’t go to any they say that they don’t approve because the reader is from a very rich/important family in London but she talks with them alone about how much she loves him and how he would do anything for her and they change their mind?

dangerous woman ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Can you please do an imagine with Eggsy where he is madly in love with the reader but she won’t let him because she’s afraid of getting hurt. One day he decided to confront her about it while she’s in the library reasearching.

team work ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Hey! Could I request an imagine where reader and Eggsy (Kingsman) break up and they're sad and stuff, so the rest of the agents try to get them back together,please?

simply best friends? ➵ @mcsstydia

summary ➵ being in love with your best friend sucks, especially when he knew it and didn’t want to take things forward.

wild one ➵ @ardentmuse

summary ➵ You are a Statesman agent brought in to assist the Kingsman, but Eggsy would much rather seduce you. If only you’d succumb to his advances.

the alley ➵ @multifandomfanfic

summary ➵ After a night of drinking, some feelings emerge between Eggsy and Y/N. It gets pretty hot and heavy.

safe ➵ @dangerouslcve

summary ➵ Eggsy where he’s like injured and the reader has to take care of him.

when im done with you ➵ @dreamingoftaron

summary ➵ Eggsy punishes you after interrupting him during a business call.

the challenge ➵ @xsyntheticsensation

summary ➵ Agents Galahad and Gawain engage in a challenge.

humor me ➵ @avengersandlovers

summary ➵ eggsy returns home from a mission where things get steamier than he would have expected.

years later ➵ @imagineaworlds

summary ➵ you’ve been getting a LOT of Billy and Steve so how about an Eggsy? one where you’re also an agent and he thinks you died but you show up after almost a year then end up having really emotional smut

sweet love ➵ @captainmarvels

summary ➵ Eggsy knows he can only run so far from love, because his heart belongs to only one person - you.

aim to please ➵ @avengersandlovers

summary ➵ you and eggsy used to be as thick as thieves until one day something major happened and years late the both of you reunite.

you’re jealous ➵ @flippingeggsy

summary ➵ I would love to see some Eggsy smut if you don’t mind! Maybe on where he gets jealous watching the reader flirting with someone as part of a mission.

put some socks on ➵ @favficarchives

summary ➵ You’re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing.

obviously ➵ @avengersandlovers

summary ➵ who knew that spies could be so obvious about there feelings.

truth ➵ @avengersandlovers

summary ➵ you know that eggsy is hiding something especially when he comes home in cuts and bruises. but it turns out you have a special method to get him to spill his guts.

merlot ➵ @therealkillerqueen

summary ➵ having feelings for eggsy is kinda hard when he can be one of the cockiest people.

home ➵ @bluesfortheredj

summary ➵ Eggsy x reader. Eggsy comes home from a long mission to find his wife/girlfriend. (You can chose a which, I don’t mind). He finds her asleep at her desk. Even though Arthur told her to go home.

swimming ➵ @bluesfortheredj

summary ➵ I have this idea. Eggsy x Reader in a lake or swimming pool. (Shortly after eggsy did a troubling mission having to do w water,& reader feared she almost lost him) Reader jumps into water with him , maybe as he's in the middle coming out , A warm reuniting moment between the two, then Teasing and flirting laughter, Leads to heatedness(in the water or after they've gotten out??) . Smut it up if possible aha

misunderstanding ➵ @danniejgrayson

summary ➵ things have consequences when eggsy doesn’t tell y/n about his true job.

cocky bastard ➵ @danniejgrayson

summary ➵ while in a meeting for their next mission eggsy distracts y/n which leads her to doing something she never wanted to do in the first place.

a bit vodka don’t hurt nobody ➵ @shieldedreams

summary ➵ in which you’re agent tequila’s sister, agent v... who eggsy’s smitten by the first encounter after being shot at with a tranquilizer.

cheeky bastards ➵ @favficarchives

summary ➵ You’re an auxiliary Kingsman agent stationed in the US, and you’re an all-around professional. Eggsy, on the other, isn’t...

meeting eggsy unwin ➵ @itsanerdlife

summary ➵ meeting eggsy unwin for the first would go like this.

distracted ➵ @itsanerdlife

summary ➵ You’re hopelessly distracted when Eggsy is anywhere near you. Your mind slips down the rabbit hole, leaving you watching Eggsy like a horny teen. Eggsy’s taken notice to your distracted state when he’s around, leaving you fumbling for a response.

drunk love ➵ @make-me-imagine

summary ➵ Hello! I'm so excited your requests are open, your imagines are some of my favs 😄 I'd love to request a Pre Kingsman Eggsy x reader with R being drunk and showing up at Eggsy's, he takes care of her and tells her how cute she is? Maybe she confesses that she's in love with him. If it's not too much trouble! ❤

you’re my best friend ➵ @claraswritings

summary ➵ Been having this rattle around in my head for ages...Its set during the first film and yes, the title and some parts are inspired by You Are In Love by Taylor Swift.

you are the only one I want ➵ @yelenas-lova

summary ➵ Eggsy comes home from a rough mission feeling like he is not good enough for his girlfriend.

hopeless ➵ @ikaris-whore

summary ➵ Okay so I have this headcanon for eggsy where he would leave little things to remind you of him, his love for you when he leaves on missions. It is totally self indulgent but I am posting it in hopes that some of you enjoy it too.

change ➵ @dashesofink

summary ➵ “Could I please request a fluffy Eggsy scenario that involves a backhug from him? I'm in need of some snuggling and cuddling with him uwu”

don’t cry ➵ @imagine-richards

summary ➵ you and eggsy aren’t just friends and he knows it.

safe ➵ @writingsofspn

summary ➵ Eggsy takes in the rare moments of peace after coming home from a mission.

old friend ➵ @pinballwvzard

summary ➵ fake dating au, you and eggsy are best friends and the only way you can get him into your sister’s wedding is by pretending you’ve (finally) started dating. [x reader, she/her pronouns]

get well soon ➵ @pinballwvzard

summary ➵ after a work related break in, you end up in hospital. [x reader, they/them pronouns]

pretending ➵ @brrahbrrahcharacterimagines

summary ➵ you and eggsy have to go undercover as a couple and it’s more comfortable than you’d expect it to be.

blanket ➵ @fightmewiatch

summary ➵ Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

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these are all the fics that ive found on the website ‘archive of our own’. also don’t worry ill be putting in the authors handle in on here to.

also go and show your love for these fics as well for the authors who have beautifully written these.

the tech man’s assistant ➵ pendragonfics

summary ➵ In comes the next batch of potential Kingsman agents training for the position of Lancelot. One of them in particular has an interest in the Reader.

insufferable ➵ dickgrayson80sremixmp3

summary ➵ No, he definitely doesn’t like you like that, does he? Is he some kind of masochist? Does he actually enjoy the way you make his normally quick-witted self seem dull and slow in comparison? No. He doesn’t. He finds you insufferably annoying and that’s that

manners maketh man ➵ adapttothis

summary ➵ Your nights at the bar bordered on boring, until a posh and proper gentleman became a regular. His name is Eggsy, and you both converse on the regular. But one night, when a few tipsy men decide that it’s their right to touch you inappropriately, Eggsy shows them what being a gentleman means.

happy birthday daddy ➵ MissPygmyPie

summary ➵ Can I request a Eggsy x reader? They’re married and she’s sick but turns out to be pregnant?

a lot of things ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ Eggsy is a lot of things. Unfortunately being your boyfriend isn't one of them... but things change, don't they?

a little warning next time ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ having your boyfriend come home covered in blood with a bag of guns is enough to rattle anyone's evening...

lose a heart ➵ Dendrophile_Bookworm

summary ➵ So I was wondering if u could write an angsty fic for Eggsy urwin with the prompt “I mean, yeah, I didn’t need my heart anyway. Who cares if it breaks?”

me too ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ "Omg could you do an eggsy unwin x reader with the prompt “i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.” from the domestic list. Thanks you so much if you do, I love your writing!"

distraction ➵ justthehiddles

summary ➵ when Eggsy cancels plans with you once again, you decide to head out with your best friend. You never expected to run into Eggsy dancing with another woman

for my health ➵ itsab

summary ➵ The reader has a minor incident, and Eggsy is a protective boyfriend.

darling ➵ DeepDisiresLonging

summary ➵ Eggsy and the Reader are undercover as a couple, and they know the room is bugged. The reader suggests that they engage in certain activities to make the relationship “sound real.”

just like I was ➵ kingsmanstories

summary ➵ Eggsy is on the lookout for a person to fill a deceased agent's position, and he ends up finding someone just like he was before he joined Kingsman.

mission report ➵ Writings_of_a_Hufflepuff

summary ➵ Eggsy comes back home after a 3 week long mission.

it’s not what i feel it’s what i didn’t show ➵ sentimental_boy

summary ➵ You and Eggsy have been together for a while and you're always receptive to his touches, but it takes a little work to bring you out of your shell.

dad? ➵ TerribleCreations

summary ➵ You and Eggsy have been dating for a long time, but he still hasn't met your parents. But that changes when you're invited to your cousin's for brunch

craft ➵ badvibrations

summary ➵ eggsy is smug and overconfident. He flirts too much, and doesn't know when to quit. But he certainly is convincing.

language barriers ➵ adapttothis

summary ➵ you are the resident translator at Kingsman, and are tasked with assignments like interrogating criminals from other countries. You are one of the best translators in the country, but when you are around a certain Kingsman agent, you tend to mess up a little. He certainly doesn’t seem to mind, though.

turn-u-out ➵ badvibrations

summary ➵ While on a mission with Eggsy, things take a sudden turn.

competitive ➵ PepperTheSassySpy

summary ➵ Reader and Eggsy have feelings for each other, but instead of talking to each other they channel it into an ongoing competition between each other. It's all well and good until reader acidentally goes too far and makes Eggsy jealous. Will they patch things up or did their competitive nature get the best of them?

goodbye stranger ➵ MissPygmyPie

summary ➵ Eggsy meets a stranger, a girl, one night. They instantly connect, given the fact that they both feel depressed and are drunk. He tries to find her again because he can't stop thinking about her, but will he succeed?

dog course adventure ➵ MissPygmyPie

summary ➵ Eggsy takes reader to meet his family for the first time. JB decides to chase reader around his doggie fun course in the backyard. Obviously, Michelle and Eggsy witness everything.

rules are made to be broken ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ You have rules... very specific rules. But where's the fun in following them?

good girl ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ An eggsy imagine where eggsy goes to the readers house after they both completed a mission and he sees her wearing her short pjs and he couldnt resist her and smut smut smut lots of smut

between two lovers ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ Can you write a smut where the reader is dating anther agent (let’s just pretend like Charlie is an agent) and when they go to a ball Charlie doesn’t pay attention to the reader and eggsy notices that and he takes her to his room.

the more you know ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ Based off of a tumblr prompt of married Eggsy x Reader!

I want to be there for you even though you don’t need me to ➵ sentimental_boy

summary ➵ You're training when another agent discovers your hearing aid and rips it out of your ear. Eggsy had no idea you had a hearing impairment, despite knowing you for years, but jumps to your defense anyway.

burnin’ for you ➵ badvibrations

summary ➵ The heatwave hits. You and Eggsy have to find ways to occupy yourselves.

daughter of Kingsman ➵ PepperTheSassySpy

summary ➵ One rainy night changes Harry's life forever when he finds a baby on Kingsman's doorstep and makes the decision to raise her. As she grows, she dreams of being a Kingsman, following in her adoptive father's footsteps. She doesn't realize she wanted anything more until she meets Harry's other protégé.

toast ➵ Like_an_arrow

summary ➵ Eggsy has returned from another long mission and he's happy to be home. He fancies some toast, and he fancies some fun.

call it what you want ➵ phoenixjean

summary ➵ “Gotta say, ‘m glad to see you’re still here, love.” Distracted as you are, Eggsy’s voice makes you jump, almost dropping your mug as you turn to look at him. His voice is low and rough with sleep and his complete lack of a shirt makes it hard for you to come up with an answer quickly.

safe ➵ witchymarvelspacecase

summary ➵ Eggsy was your neighbor growing up. You ran together as kids, and as teens. He was your protector. And when he left, things went down

lost battle ➵ WritingWithADinosaur

summary ➵ A bad mental breakdown leads you to lean into your addictions again, causing the downward spiral to continue. A oneshot that shows that support can mean the world to someone who has to focus on individual battles that add up in a massive internal war.

jokes on you ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ Based off a tumblr prompt "Looks like we'll be trapped for awhile..."

only you ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ Tumblr prompt! "I'm in love... shit"

under pressure ➵ shepfiles

summary ➵ You and Eggsy are in Kentucky, and you had a few too many drinks...

#eggsy unwin smut #eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman #kingsman smut #kingsman x reader

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i-need-some-advice-on · 3 months

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CW mentions of death, suicide, mental health issues

What am I supposed to do when my parents die? I (F25) have severe mental health issues including ADHD, anxiety, autism and severe dyscalculia (basically dyslexia but with math instead of numbers, my math is at like a 3rd grade level).

I've always been extremely clingy and dependent on my parents, especially my mom. Every time it's her birthday I can't even feel happy anymore when celebrating because I know it's another year closer to her dying and leaving me forever.

I feel like a pathetic, disgusting leech. The only "jobs" I've ever had have been working for my parents. I try to make art but no one cares about it. Due to my ADHD and anxiety I absolutely refuse to drive. The last time my mom let me drive her car I almost immediately crashed it into a tree because I got distracted.

I don't know how to pay bills. I don't know how to use a credit card. I don't know how to use a bank account. I have severe memory issues from my ADHD and constantly forget things, and my even with medication my executive dysfunction is so bad I can barely do any work around the house. I don't remember the last time I brushed my teeth or washed my hair.

Growing up I always assumed that everything would be okay, because I would have a husband/wife who can help me with things. But due to my autism I can barely make friends. Pretty much every friend I like either gets angry with me because I phrase things wrong and piss them off, or they get bored and leave me.

Why should I try dating or get married if they're just going to get rid of me eventually like everyone else. And besides, no ones going to want to date someone who's too stupid to survive on their own. Who looks at someone who doesn't know how to pay bills and says "Yeah, I'd love to spend the rest of my life with them!" People want a wife, not a child in an adults body.

When my parents pass I'm not going to be able to handle a funeral. I'm lucky that we're not poor, we own our duplex and my dad has a successful business. I could rent out the other side of the duplex but again, I can barely take care of myself, let alone deal with tenants.

At this point, when my parents pass away I'm either going to:

Try to survive off of the money they have and hope for a miracle

Find a safe place for any pets we have and then kill myself.

A group home is not an option, I would rather die than be treated like a prisoner and told what to do, not allowed to leave or stay up as late as I want, and be forced to live with a bunch of other strangers.

#mental health #suicide mention #death mention

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somber-sapphic · 10 months

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Hi!!! I rarely request but your writing is so good I could not resist the urge. I love the Carina x Maya x Reader fics you posted, theres not enough writing for the Station 19 universe. I was hoping you could write another one, or even just a Carina x Maya. I feel like because Maya has such a dangerous job, Carina definitely slips into doctor mode every time she gets hurt or sick. Could you write where Maya gets sick with strep throat or something but Carina is unable to get her to Grey Sloan or the E.R (maybe they went on a vacation or there is bad weather) so she decides to examine Maya herself. (P.S. I hope you’re having a good day and if not tomorrow will be better💕💕)

17, 17A,🌸

Sickness At Sea

〖Notes: Alrighty my basement flooded and I think I've got carpal tunnel so lets write some sickfics! (PS, I love this request, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it, please feel free to send in another when my asks are open <;3〗

〖Summary: Maya and Carina finally get to go on a vacation. Of course that's the perfect time for Maya's immune system to give out.〗

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〖Pairing: Carina DeLuca x Sick Maya Bishop〗

☾Masterlists☽

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Maya groaned and stared out the window at the crashing waves caused by the torrential downpour that was ravaging the east coast. She was inwardly cursing Carina for convincing her to come to Maine, especially when they lived so close to the beach in Seattle, but she had decided that they should leave Washington for a bit.

The two didn’t get time off together often so two weeks paid vacation at the same time was huge. So huge that her Italian girlfriend insisted that she and Maya had to see the East Coast. The blonde had argued that they could go somewhere a few hours’ drive rather than a seven-hour plane ride, but Carina had made it seem too good to refuse.

And it had been. The first week was wonderful. They’d spent time walking along the beach in the cool October weather and explored the nearby town, doing the regular touristy things. They’d found the restaurant with the best reviews and had the first proper date night in a long time, complete with fancy wine and even a violinist to serenade them.

Then the storm started. It was nice for the first day, it was relaxing. Then one day turned into two. And two into three. And how they were sitting in their beautiful house on the beach with the sea raging in front of them. There would be no walking on the sand, there would be no exploring the quiet town, there would be no anything.

The rain was coming down in sheets and Carina had been running around the house yelling in Italian about the damage and how they couldn’t stay there if the storm continued. Maya was starting to agree, it wasn’t entirely safe to be this close to the sand and she was beginning to worry that the beach would wash out.

“Car, it’ll be okay. I’ve seen beaches in Seattle handle worse than this.” The blonde croaked, wincing as the words grated against her throat. Carina, who was pacing around typing away furiously on her phone stopped and whipped around, her brow furrowing as she hyper-focused on a new target: Maya.

“What is wrong with your voice? Are you sick? Tell me your symptoms.” She had switched from panicking about the storm and settled right into her doctor persona. The firefighter rolled her eyes, trying not to wince at the action. She was finding herself wanting to let Carina do her job, but her pride was far more important than her wish for assistance.

The woman had been feeling more and more weary as the week went on, but she had chalked it up to all of the things they had been doing, refusing to admit that they hadn’t been doing anything particularly strenuous. Now, after two days of doing just about nothing, she was sort of out of excuses. She was tired, her throat was killing her, her body ached, and she couldn’t deny the presence of a fever bubbling under her skin.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Sit, take a breath. I made coffee, you need some.” Maya said softly, lowering her voice to try to ease the pain in her throat. It didn’t help. The level of her voice didn’t matter, it was the act of simply breathing that caused her discomfort.

Carina hmphed unhappily but went to grab herself a mug, pouring what her girlfriend considered to be way too much creamer into the dark liquid, followed by what could be considered enough sugar to feed an entire town.

“How can you drink it so sweet?” She joked, trying to put a little humor into her voice as thunder clapped loudly over the small town. The EMT jumped, frightened by the suddenness of the loud sound. A blush crept across her cheeks as she glanced over at Carina, who had a concerned expression on her face.

Her brow was furrowed, and her lips pursed, looking wholly unhappy with the situation. The rain pattered down on the roof, a nearly deafening sound. It probably would’ve been relaxing if not for the sick feeling that was growing in Maya and Carina’s nerves beginning to fray.

This was supposed to be a vacation and the OBGYN really didn’t want to beat around the bush right now. She wanted to treat the woman she loved so that they could have her feeling better as soon as possible.

She wasn’t interested in playing Maya’s “embrace the pain” game and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for even thinking that way. It wasn’t the blonde’s fault that she was so hard on herself, but it certainly didn’t make Carina’s job of taking care of her any easier.

The moment she sat down she felt Maya curl up against her, moving so smoothly that she may not have noticed if not for the way she was shivering, her muscular body trembling like a leaf. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, pressing her head into the woman’s hair.

“You are sick Maya. Just tell me what’s wrong.” She murmured, moving so that she could hold the woman a little bit closer. Maya nestled close, humming her unhappiness as she felt tears fill her fever-clouded eyes. She really didn’t want to be crying, it was barely 8 in the morning, it was too early to be crying. Especially over a silly little sore throat.

“Bambina, please. Don’t make me play urm…twenty questions.” Carina said gently, tilting Maya’s head up so that she could look into her beautiful green orbs. The blonde blinked quickly as she held back tears, her lower lip beginning to quiver. She hadn’t realized just how bad she felt until her girlfriend had brought it up, but now it was all that she could think about.

“It hurts.” She whimpered, her voice small and full of humiliation. She hated every part of this, admitting weakness was hard enough but it was even worse that this was happening while they were on vacation. Sure, that meant she had time to recover, but she was supposed to be spending quality time with the woman she loved, not sleeping while the brunette fed her medicine. That was no fun for anyone.

“What hurts Maya?” The doctor prodded, needing far more information than what she was being given. Maya just shrugged and pulled the throw around her shoulders as she continued to stare out the large glass windows, watching as the waves ravaged the sandy shore.

“Okay, how about we switch out that coffee for tea, yeah?” The idea of swallowing anything (even her own saliva) made the woman want to cry. At this point, she didn’t even care. She sniffled back tears and tried to hide her face, embarrassed to be crying over something so trivial. She came across people every day who were in far more dire positions handling their pain or fear with so much more grace.

“I-I can’t. My throat just hurts too much.” Maya rasped, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her shoulders began to heave as she cried, the action just serving to hurt her throat even more. That in turn made her cry harder, which just repeated itself in a vicious cycle.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. Just tell me what’s wrong amore. Let me help.” Carina pleaded, feeling so utterly helpless. She hated when her girlfriend got sick, she hated not being able to do anything as a person she loved so much suffered in silence.

“I can’t, I don’t know! M-my throat hurts! It, it shouldn’t!” The blonde spat, her words barely comprehensible through her sobs. The Italian woman put her coffee on the small table and took Maya’s hands in hers, forcing the ill firefighter to meet her eyes.

“Maya, take a deep breath. I can help you, but you need to let me. I’m a doctor, I take care of people for a living. Let me help.” she asserted, raising her eyebrows as she tried to get through to her sweet, sick girlfriend. The blonde’s lower lip was still quivering, but she managed to quiet her sobs as she matched Carina’s slow breathing.

“Good. Now, can you let me give you an exam? I will be quick.” After a few moments, Maya nodded, her breath still hitching as she tried to calm down. Maybe she was overreacting, but she had such a hard time with the out-of-control feeling that came with being sick. She would rather be put in a blazing fire than be physically incapacitated and need to rely on others for help.

True to her word, Carina’s exam took barely five minutes. She had raced to the bedroom to get her medical bag and then began to look Maya over, starting with what she figured was wrong. She looked at the back of the blonde’s throat, sighing when she saw those familiar white splotches that she’d seen all too many times.

“And a temperature of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is…too high. Stupid imperial system.” She said that last part under her breath as she mentally tried to convert the imperial temperature to the metric system that she had grown up with.

Her distaste over the different systems of measuring made Maya smile a little as she leaned back against the cushions of the couch, shivering a little.

“What’s the verdict, Doc?” She teased, getting a frown out of her girlfriend. She may have felt terrible but the cute look on Carina’s face was worth the forced humor.

“We won’t know for sure until we get a culture, but I believe you have Streptococcus. The weather is too bad to go to the Urgent Care, but we will go as soon as the rain stops, okay? For now, it's Tylenol, soup, and rest.” The brunette said, sounding fully like the doctor that she was. Maya smiled a bit from where she was laying, closing her eyes as she curled back against the comfortable sofa.

“Can rest happen first?” She mumbled; the tears having taken a lot out of her. Carina made a sound in the back of her throat as she thought it over, weighing the best option here. Technically she should have Maya take the medicine to get the fever down, but it was very hard to say ‘no’ to the woman in front of her.

“I suppose. Would you rather go back to bed?” The blonde shook her head as she lay down, taking up the ample space on the couch.

“You gotta join me. ‘s the rules.” She mumbled, her voice slurring with exhaustion. Carina chuckled quietly and climbed back onto the couch, slipping her thermometer and stethoscope back into what Maya annoyingly called her “doctor bag”. She wasn’t wrong to call it that, but it irked the brunette to no end for reasons she simply could not explain.

She pushed the bag aside and lay down against Maya, wrapping an arm around her waist. She settled in, pulling a bit of the blanket up over herself, resigning that she would probably get this illness. Strep was incredibly contagious and she refused to be away from the woman she loved.

Any time they could spend together was worth a week of antibiotics.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for calling out my mother-in-law on her poor parenting? Background info: I (then 21 F) had been dating my then boyfriend (then 21 M) for 3 years. We both lived with our parents, so I saw his family all the time. His older sister (then 28 F) had a fiancé (then 39??? M, he lied about his age) and she had moved back in after another mania-induced business of hers had failed. The sister has always refused to treat her bipolar disorder and the parents are very compliant, to the point where her mother took her out of a psychiatric hospital 2 days in because she asked on the stolen phone she got (she really needed to stay). The mother also constantly lends money to her daughter to start a new business / put gas on the daughter’s car / get a boob job. I’m talking thousands here. And she never has any intention of paying the mum back and exploits that. All this compliance happened in detriment of my bf’s needs. The parents were much harder on him, never gave him any money or the car the sister got. It annoyed me deeply because he would get depressive episodes with no support from them, and he was tired of fighting with them over the double standards. It came to head one night during family dinner. Six plates on the table, the parents had worked hard on the food, everything ready. The sister and the fiancé never came down. The mother went upstairs to check, came back, and started putting food on two empty plates. We went like ??? and she explained they said they weren’t coming because they were watching their show (on netflix), so she was making them plates. She took the plates upstairs and returned to eat. I was appalled at the *nerve* from two grown-ass adults. The mother was clearly a bit upset. But I said nothing. UNTIL dinner was over and she got up, saying she was going to bring their empty plates from upstairs. I snapped. I can’t remember my exact words, but I told her she shouldn’t go get their plates like their maid (that she shouldn’t have made them plates in the first place), that they had disrespected her enough by not coming down to eat with everybody and they were grown enough to bring down the dishes and at least wash them. I called them lazy. I wasn’t yelling by any means, but definitely ranting. I had many more things to say about her parenting choices, which I obviously didn’t share. I know it’s not my place, even with what I did end up saying. And we typically had a good relationship overall. She just quietly agreed with me, but went to get their plates anyway. My bf told me later that I was acting a bit scary, because I never snap. tl/dr: AITA for snapping at my boyfriend’s mother and pretty much saying she lets her daughter take advantage of her? You’ll be the judge.

What are these acronyms?

#submission #aita #am i the asshole

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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A little thing about Hope

Requested by the lovely @sabrinajenre96

The reader is an FBI agent like scott (she's Rémi scott 'daughter) they are married and working a case with the other units like the triple crossover I got inspired by that 😂. While working to stop a threat and after what happened to Nina, the reader gets chosen for an Undercover job with her father and scola but refuse because it's too risky and later on everyone discovers that she's pregnant and she can't put herself into a dangerous position after Nina's almost losing her life. Let's give them an happy ending. After the case it's done where everyone is together and remi being a proud granddad and scott being thrilled being a father even if he has his trauma because of his mother abandonment.

A/N So this is going to be like the crossover !! With the next chapter about Italy then one about New york !! I know this one may seem a little boring but i’m just trying to get an introduction going !!

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Y/N’s Pov

When you woke up this morning it was unusually quiet in the house. You didn’t hear Scott moving around like he usually does. He always would wake up before you. He would make coffee and take Tank out.

Before you were even pregnant you always were a heavy sleeper. Always waiting until the last possible second to get up. But now that you were carrying a whole human it was so much worse than it was before.

This morning the sun was hitting you in the face and Tank was stretched out enjoying the heat from the sun. You really didn’t want to get up now. But suddenly your phone went off and you groaned loudly .

You reached over and grabbed it and it was your dad Remy calling you. When you saw it was him you quickly answered it

“Hey dad what’s up” You asked

“Can I just call to check in on my 2 favoriate people in the world.” Remy said

“You can but Tank is sleeping and Scott is at work so sorry you missed them” You said smiling in the phone.

You heard him laughing to

“Awe well damn i guess i’ll have to call back then” He said

“Mmm i guess because other than your stuck with me” You said laughing.

“I guess that will do for know how’s the baby doing” Remy asked

“It’s all good we just went for our 24 week check up and their fine” You said

“I know he’s doing good he takes after me” Remy said

“Good try dad but you know were not finding out the gender we want it to be a surprise” You said.

“I know I know thought i would for sure trick you up that time” Remy said

“I’m to smart for that” You said laughing

“Well you did get that from me. And listen I love you all okay but I just got to work we got a big case i’ll call you later” Remy said

“Okay I love you to” You said.

You hung up the phone and smiled. You really did miss your dad a lot. He was a single dad so the two of you were really close.

Looking at the time you realized you legit had to go. You rolled out of bed heaving yourself up. Tank immediately got up and followed you.

You walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and was surprised to see no sign of Scott.

You thought it was strange but figured it was something to do with work. Being the boss he had a different set of possibilities he had to focus on.

So you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water was rolling down your body and it felt soo good.

You took a few minutes extra and just laid down and enjoyed it. You then washed your hair and body and got out.

After you began your usual routine of getting ready for the day. Being pregnant made it a little more harder but you powered through it.

Then you went into the kitchen and made yourself breakfast for the day. You were always so hungry in the morning.

Tank ate his breakfast too sitting right next to you. After you were done you grabbed your stuff and then headed out.

You and Tank walked out to your car and then made the journey into work. You liked to blast your music the whole way.

Tank stuck his head out the window and he enjoyed every minute of it.

After about 15 minutes you made it to work. You got your stuff and you and Tank headed inside.

You walked in and looked around for Scott but still didn’t see him. So you made your way up to the Pen and saw him walking out his office. He had a worried look on his face.

He looked up and saw you and walked straight over to you. He wrapped his arms around your belly and pulled you in tight.

“Hey good morning sorry we got a big one and I didn’t wanna wake you” Scott said

“It’s okay I figured that much what’s going on” You asked

“ A Diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day he was the only surviror” He said

“Damn that’s horrible is he American or what’s going on” You asked.

“He is not but we think he is planning revenge and it’s connecting back to New York” he said

“That is a lot so what we have to look into something that may happen” You asked

You both heard footsteps coming up which meant Vo and Raines were also arriving. Scott un wrapped his arms around you and you walked over to your desk and sat down.

He stood in front of your desk with his arms folded in .

“Hey guys good morning” Raines said

“Good morning” Everyone Vo said

“Good morning” You and Scott both said.

They sat there stuff down and after a few minutes Scott started presenting to everyone.

“Hey guys listen up we got a big one a diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day due to a bomb. I’ve been coordinating with New york because we think the diplomat is planning revenge in NYC” Scott said.

“So is anyone coming down to help” Vo asked

“Yeah and how do we even know there planning something” Raines chimined in

“That would be because we have intel from a CI that there is going to be a huge bomb attack we been tracking them down for the past 2 weeks” A familiar voice chimed out

Everyone turned their heads and Jubal Valentine and a blonde hair girl who was also pregnant walked inside.

We all got up and walked over to them to greet them. But we were also shocked as hell that they were here all the way in Budapest.

“Jubal Valentine my man what are you doing here” Scott asked smiling hugging Jubal.

Jubal dropped his bag and hugged him back

“Were here to help we been working this case to well Nina here caught it to. So it makes more sense to come down here in person over the phone” Jubal said.

“Well we surely appreciate and can use the help” Scott said.

“Yeah of course and everyone this is Nina she works with us and she is truly an amazing agent and a badass” Jubal said

“Well welcome and it’s really nice to meet you” You said walking over and giving her a hug

“Oh and congrats” You said winking at her.

“Thank you so much and congrats to you” She said

“Thank you” You said

You walked over and hugged Jubal

“Hey it’s been a minute how are you” You asked

“Good nice seeing you” Jubal said.

“You to” You said

After all the introductions you gave Jubal and Nina some space to work.

They sat there stuff down and then Jubal got up and started presenting to everyone.

“So 2 weeks ago Nina came to us with a case apparently a CI said the russians were planning a huge bomb. And attacks in New York” Jubal said

“How do we trust this information” You asked.

“Because the CI was directly linked to a higher up and we have Scola under to trying to gather more information. What he was able to learn was there are some people in Italy working with them” Nina said.

“We tracked them to Italy right where according to some intel we got is where the Diplomat was last scene” NIna said

“So it looks like were going to Italy” Raines said

“Yes we are when we go Nina and Y/N I want to stay in the office for obvious reasons me and Jubal and Raines and Vo wil be boots on the ground” Scott said

“What plan are we working with i mean we got the intel but what will we even be doing” You asked.

“Right so the intel we got was that the diplomat was involved with James Delcua, a businessman in Italy with strong political ties. Last week James wired 100 thousand Us dollars to a unknown account” Nina said

“Okay” You said still confused as to where this was going

“Look I’m not being mean but there is just a lot of talk about intel and not an actual case” You said.

Raines looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah I agree I mean what the hell are we even going to Italy for” Raines asked.

“Were going and talk to this James guy then we know about some underground rings run by the russians. We figure we break those up someone will be willing to go turn” Jubal said

“Hell of a gamble” Vo said

“Yeah but right now this is the best lead we got we got to italy and try to” Jubal said

“I was thinking Jubal goes in as a handler see what he can get and Vo and Raines will work the Diplomat see if there is anything going on” Scott said

“Y/N and NIna will work in office doing surveillance, leaving no stone unturned any dirt on why this diplomat sent so much money to. Looking into these rings to who’s involved and who’s most likely to flip” Scott said.

“Okay we got a plan let’s go” Jubal said

“What about Smitty” Vo asked

“She’s already gonna meet us there she had some other stuff to attended to but she’s on the nex flight out like us” Scott said.

“So where does the dog go” Nina asked

“He’ll go with us we fly private one of the many perks of the fly team” You said.

“Awesome good to know” Nina said.

You all grabbed your go bags that you already had. Everyone headed out and there was something in your gut that was telling you this was a mistake.

I mean there wasn’t much to go on you know. Like going down and breaking some rings up and hoping they are gonna flip. People like this don’t usually turn on their higher ups.

What if there was just something more going on that you weren’t aware of.

Scott looked at you and he could see the worry in your face.

“Yeah I’m fine” You said smiling.

You all made your way to the cars and to the airport. Everyone was just talking amongst each other. Scott was sitting next to you and he usually wasn’t one for PDA so he wasn’t holding your hand or anything.

Tank on the other hand was laying all over you with his head sticking out the window.

After about a half hour drive you made it to the airport. Everyone filed into the Jet and Nina and Jubal looked in awe of everything.

“I think i’m in the wrong team” NIna said

“Yeah me to we lower class people had to fly coach” Jubal said laughing.

“Yeah well they only hire the elite team to work here” Raines said

“Elite to who” Jubal said

Everyone was laughing and making small talk with each other. You grabbed a window seat and Nina sat Across from you.

“So how do you do it” Nina asked

“What do you mean” You asked scrunching your eyebrows.

“Working with the babies dad and traveling a lot” Nina asked

“Oh” Was you started.

“I’m sorry if that’s to personal” Nina asked flustering

“No its okay it’s not how did you know about me and Scott” You asked

“I see the way he looks at you and the rings” Nina said

“I never noticed but yeah it’s hard he get’s overprotective a lot and even before the baby it got worse after but I’m thankful for him. I know someone always has my back and working with my husband has it challenges but I wouldn’t trade it” You said

“You work with the baby’s dad” You asked.

“Yeah Scola the one undercover right now and I’m really worried,” Nina said

“All you can do is pray and think positive things there is no point in worrying if you haven’t heard anything” You said

“I guess your right it’s just complicated between us” Nina said

“Listen i get that Scott is technically is my boss and in the beginning it was hard but we worked it out and now were really happy. I know it can happen for the two of you.” You said

“Yeah I hope so” Nina said.

“I know it will” You said.

The rest of the flight you two talked all baby stuff. She was having a boy and she was surprised to know you were waiting to know.

The flight flew by and finally you all touched down in Italy. The butterflies were heavy but you just had to keep breathing.

When everyone got out of the plane we all piled back into the car. Me and Nina and Jubal in one and Raines, Vo and Scott with tank in the other one.

NIna kept looking at her phone. And i felt bad for her. i could see Scott I can’t imagine being so far away from him and being undercover.

“Hey it’s going to be okay” You whispered to her

“Yeah I know” Nina said.

“So i forgot to ask Scott you don’t happen to know Remy Scott do you” Nina asked

“Actually i do he’s my dad. He inspired me join the breau do you know him” You asked

“I meant him a couple times when i was working under he said he had a daughter working in Budapest” Nina said smiling.

“I can reach out to him I know he can find out what’s going on with Scola” You asked

“No I’m good I don’t want to cause a big scene” Nina said

The rest of the car ride was silent after that. The conversation just kind of fell everyone looking at the beautiful scenes.

You finally made it to the American Diplomat office. Scott’s car was right behind.

“Everyone ready” Jubal asked.

“Yeah lets do it” You said.

You all headed in and all eyes were on you guys. Which was nothing new. You found Smitty who was waiting for you all.

“Were set up in here and welcome everyone let’s get started” Smiity said

“Let’s go” Scott said

You all headed into the office and put your stuff down. You were setting up. and all you kept thinking was

You were in good hands and it’s all going to be okay

It’s all going to be okay was all you kept saying. I mean what is the worse that could happen ??

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kenni33 · 1 month

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Kismet incorrect quotes

Boom: Trickee's refusing to wear their glasses!

Trickee: Boom, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch.

Trickee: *points to Branch* Branch.

Trickee: *points to hype*hype

Trickee: *points to ablaze* Sasquatch.

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Branch: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Boom: Several traffic violations.

Ablaze: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Trickee: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Hype: Also, that’s not our car.

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Boom: What’s something you guys are better than branch at?

Hype: Mario Kart.

Trickee: Yeah, video games.

Ablaze : Emotional vulnerability.

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Trickee: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK.

Ablaze : I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG.

Trickee: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO.

Boom: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins.

Hype: Looks like someone's a HO.

Ablaze : NaBrO.

Branch: I'm done with all of you!

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Ablaze : What do you do when someone offers you drugs?

Hype: Take them!

Trickee: Punch them in the neck!

Branch: Say thank you!

Boom: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!

Ablaze : …

Ablaze : No.

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Trickee: How would you like your pancakes?

Hype: Plain.

Ablaze : With sprinkles!

Boom: Chocolate chips.

Branch: Potatoes.

*Hype, Ablaze , and Boom look at Branch*

Branch: What? They're good.

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Trickee: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Hype: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Boom: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Ablaze: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Branch: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

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Hype: What scares you guys the most?

Trickee: Werewolves!

Boom: Sharks.

Branch: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Ablaze :

Ablaze : Branch.

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Boom: Does everyone know their job for today?

Ablaze : Water the flowers.

Hype: Vacuum the carpet.

Trickee: Wash the dishes.

Branch: Pretend to be a wolverine.

Boom: Close enough.

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Branch: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Trickee, Hype, Ablaze , and Boom: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Boom: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange?

Branch: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Ablaze : Orange was first used to refer the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a color until 1000 years ago.

Trickee: What was the color called before then?

Hype: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

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Trickee: I truly hate it here <3

Boom: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it?

Ablaze : Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women?

Hype: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny?

Branch: I’m having a fucking stroke.

Ablaze : Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

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Boom: What does “take out” mean?

Hype: Food.

Branch: Dating.

Ablaze : Murder.

Trickee: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

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Hype: Trickee, I know you snuck out to see ablaze last night.

Trickee: If you tell Branch or Boom, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body.

Hype : Five bucks?

Trickee: Fine.

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Boom: Hey, how did my phone break?

Trickee: You were drunk yesterday.

Boom: And?

Hype: You threw it.

Boom: Why?

Branch: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”

Boom: And why didn’t you stop me?!

Ablaze : We were busy laughing our asses off.

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Branch: *visiting kismet* Hello, I just came to-

Branch: *sees Trickee shoving Boom into the washing machine while Hype records and Ablaze watches*

Branch: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

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Trickee: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food!

Ablaze : You can eat a rock.

Hype: Air.

Boom: The fabric of time and space.

Branch: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems.

Trickee: You guys are not helpful.

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Ablaze : What state do you live in?

Branch: Constant anxiety.

Boom: Denial.

Trickee: Perfection.

Hype: NEW YORK!

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Ablaze : Trickee is late again.

Boom: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Hype: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Branch: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Ablaze : Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Trickee bursts through the door*

Trickee: WHAT TIME IS IT?

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Branch: You’re a loose cannon, Ablaze .

Ablaze : No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Trickee: I think you play by your own rules.

Boom: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Branch: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Ablaze : No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Hype is a loose cannon.

Hype: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Ablaze !

Boom: I’d say Hype’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing.

Trickee: Now I’m just confused. Is Ablaze a loose cannon or not?

Branch: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.

Ablaze : *groans*

Hype: Aw, man.

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Branch: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Boom: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Hype: Drunk.

Ablaze : Wasted.

Trickee: Dead.

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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Hype: Would never stab anyone.

Trickee: Would stab someone in retaliation.

Boom: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Ablaze:Would stab without warning.

Branch: Would stab as a warning.

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That’s all of them 👍

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ethantalkstoomuch · 2 years

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Push The Sky Away - Chapter 5

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Tommy finally comes to turns with his feelings, but it look to be to little to late.

Find the rest of the fic here!

a/n: this chapter almost ate me alive but here it is!

cw for this chapter: discussions of grief, smoking/illness, and fatal car crash

Grief still finds ways to drag him back to the brink, teetering on the edge time and time again. It makes him spend more time smoking on rooftops, Frances has that look in her eye again. Every single time it claws its way back in. Maybe it’s made worse by Alfie's cold shoulder, not that he would ever let it be known that it bothers him. For a week after Alfie missed their meeting Tommy’s bad mood had hung around like a bad smell.

It eats away at him, the unknowing. He can’t take it in the end. The need to know chews at his resolve and brings him to the shop where he stands in the lobby sticking out like a sore thumb. Ollie doesn’t acknowledge him when he comes through the door, obviously still seething from their last encounter.

“I need to speak to Alfie.”

Ollie turns the page of his magazine. “He’s on smoko.”

“Alfie doesn’t smoke,” Tommy bites. He refuses to crane his neck to peek into the back room. The door at the back of the shop swings open and shut with a slam. Tommy’s eyes Ollie, waiting.

“Send him through Ollie!” Alfie calls out. Before Ollie can say anything Tommy marches through to the back room.

“I have to say, I was surprised when you didn’t show up to our meeting. I thought we were having a nice time.”

Without looking up, Alfie bustles around the room. “Nah, nah mate you’ve got it all twisted. There’s no hard feelings, just keeping you on your toes ‘s all.”

The way Alfie squashes Tommy’s misgivings in a single sentence, diminishing his hurt is the most disconcerting thing he has had to experience. Alfie takes him apart with a single blow. He stands quietly, waiting for Alfie to go on. He doesn’t.

“This is a business arrangement. If you fail to arrive at predetermined meetings I will not hesitate in ending your employment.”

Alfie barks a laugh, it fills the air and makes it hard to breathe around its sound. “Just business? Going to the pub after work is just business? Even if it were, I don’t need you. You need me.”

The air is sucked from Tommy’s lungs. It scrapes at his throat, cotton wool sticking to the roof of his mouth. Hot blood rushes in his ears, his beating pulse a sordid reminder of his painful existence.

“I don’t chase contracts, Mr Solomons-”

“ Mister? Fuck me Tommy are we back to that?”

“Yes,” Tommy hisses. His chest rises and falls rapidly, signposted by the bobbing of his tie. “Yes we fucking are. I don’t chase contracts, because I don’t need to. If you don’t want to finish the job, that's fine. Whatever game you're playing, I'm washing my hands of it. I refuse to be dragged along like a dog.”

Alfie’s beard moves around his smirking mouth, he lets out a huff of air through his nose. “We’ve come to an impasse. You don’t require me, yet you keep coming back. What do you call that Tommy?”

“A waste of my fucking time.”

–

Sometimes a craving stronger than nicotine flushed through Tommy’s system. Stronger than addiction, stronger than grief. Hatred so strong it could only ever be directed at himself. Its hatred that drives fingernails like claws against his skin; holds him ten minutes longer in his car, building a brave face for Charlie. Days have passed since Tommy stormed out of Alfie’s shop before that disgust seeps back into his skin. Out of nowhere, like a shock running down his spine, it jumps back into his life. Clinically, someone would call these moments depressive. But in his heart of hearts, Tommy knows it’s a moment of self reflection, of realisation. Disgust at his actions.

The sudden cognizance of what he has lost, risks losing hits him hard. It rocks his very footing, makes Tommy stumble up the concrete stairs. Corrosive clarity slams him so violently that for a moment Tommy thinks he understands how Grace felt as the van collided with her car. Thin breaths of air are caught in his throat and he’s choking. Coughing so hard he slides down onto the cool concrete feeling his face flush and ears burn. The sound of something wet hitting the tile causes the coughing to stop suddenly. With tunnel vision, Tommy’s sees the red splotch sitting stark against the grey tile. There is no way to deny what caused it.

In the new silence, Tommy can hear his blood pulsing in his ear. His lungs are bursting at the seams with nicotine. The blood clot swims and blurs below him and spots star Tommy’s vision.

He lets himself sink against the cold, hard steps, uncaring that the clot squelches beneath his shoulder. If someone found him like this, well, the fight burnt out of him a long time ago. He’d be okay if they walked over him.

–

Pre-cancerous cells, lung nodules.

“Fact is Thomas, you need to stop smoking now or you are on the way to a very short life expectancy.”

Some would be left reeling, but Tommy knew from the beginning. He wouldn’t be able to give up for good until this was waving in his face. Outside the wind blows and the streets are largely empty during the working day. As his diagnosis waves in his face, so does that awful feeling of losing something. Losing without trying. The walk back to the office is clouded with thoughts of Alfie.

Even in failure, Tommy was okay knowing that at least he tried. Maybe failure is the only way to shut the door on this part of his life.

Waiting at the zebra crossing for the lights, Tommy almost misses him. The wide-brimmed pork pie hat exits the front doors of Tommy’s office building, catching Tommy’s eye. Like a cold shower, Tommy realises that an opportunity he, too proud to seek out himself, has been placed in front of him.

His legs jog across the road before his mind has fully caught up but the rapid onset of burning in his lungs brings him back to himself. Even in failure , he tells himself as he shouts out.

“Mr Solomons!” His voice is weak in his throat. “Mist- Alfie!” There is no acknowledgement from the man ahead of him. Tommy’s footsteps falter with a sudden onset of horror at what he’s doing, chasing down a man in the middle of the street – in front of his own office. He pauses, waiting for a notion to strike him about what to do. Still Alfie keeps walking away. A sordid idea perhaps, to run after Alfie like a lovesick teenager. Ice cold fingers snare his heart.

A giddy feeling bubbles in his chest. He had spent months striking up a relationship with Grace, it took almost losing her to America for him to make his move. But in the end he had still lost her, maybe if he hadn’t wasted so much time…

Leather soled shoes slap against the asphalt, lungs burning. “Alfie!” Tommy’s voice is more certain this time, it rings throughout the partially empty street. In the few seconds of running he is painfully reminded again of the state of his lungs. Calling out causes him to choke.

When he is only a few paces away, only then Alfie finally turns around at the sound of pounding footsteps. He looks affronted at Tommy’s approach. Blindly, Tommy waves an arm and catches a hold of Alfie’s elbow. He doubles over, hands on knees, coughing and choking. It manages to alarm Alfie, they way Tommy sucks in scratchy breaths only to start coughing again. Without thinking he places a hand between Tommy’s shoulder blades.

“Don’t fucking die on the street,” he mutters, mind reeling.

“I told you,” Tommy splutters. “I don’t chase after people.”

And Alfie sighs, because every hope he’d had pinned in that moment fell, crashing and burning. Finally Tommy manages to stand straight. Neither of them let go.

“Tommy.” Alfie holds him by the elbows. “You can’t keep pretending you don’t care.”

Confusion flickers across Tommy’s flushed face and he swallows harshly. “What?” His furrowed brow shadows the blue eyes searching Alfie’s face.

“You have to stop, Tommy. You have to, or people might believe that you don’t.”

“I do, I do care,” he’s stammering, it’s a rare characteristic of his. Alfie’s meaning is starting to dawn on him. Even in failure sounds less of a clarion call and more of a half hearted comfort now. “Alfie I care, I do. I want to know you, to get to know you. I want to care about you.”

Alfie cocked his head softly. “Maybe right now. Give me a call when you know for sure. When you know this isn’t a last ditch effort at a power game.” He squeezes Tommy’s shoulder. “Then we can talk.”

“No,” Tommy tries to protest with all his normal authority but his voice is weak even to his own ears. Even if Alfie heard him, he doesn’t show it because he leaves Tommy there. Leaves him in the street, the world falling down around his ears once again.

“Tommy, you’re a fighter, a lover, a betting man. But you’re not a coward. Stop cowering from your own emotions.”

The edges of Alfie blur into the grey pavement until he melts into oblivion before Tommy’s eyes and the darkening sky bleeds into the horizon like a broken pen. Tommy feels rock sinking in his stomach, it weighs his soldiers. It makes him feel like if there wasn’t concrete beneath his feet he’d be sucked into the earth. The edges of his lips turn down, tightness in his throat.

“Give me a call when you know for sure.”

He is sure. The fondness he has grown for Alfie had snuck up on him, stalked him from afar until it was behind him. It had dug it’s claws, snagged on his clothes like a rose thorn. And Tommy was bitterly reminded of his inclination of one night stands in his youth. Loving, being loved, requires a certain vulnerability he fears. A fear that has caused him pain and devastation, perhaps more than being vulnerable ever would have.

–

Work as always, is a surefast way to block the world out; to lose the ache amongst circuit boards. Eventually he loses track of when he forgets about the guilt. When he does realise however, the guilt is only amplified.

He owes Tommy Shelby nothing, absolutely nothing. They’d both come to the conclusion of their shared feelings, Alfie isn’t interested in a bloke who can’t figure out where the game ends.

“Nah, nah mate you’ve got it all twisted. There’s no hard feelings, just keeping you on your toes ‘s all.”

Christ, his own words sound cruel in his own head. He didn’t care for unnecessary pussyfooting in relationships, so he had been blunt. Perhaps too blunt. Crestfallen didn’t come close to describing Tommy’s face. But he tried to be kind, he finished what he had planned on Tommy’s computers, leaving no loose ends. Yet there he was, running down the street. The coughing still leaves Alfie rattled. Tommy is ill, that was for certain. In his heart was an inkling of hope, but Tommy had dashed them. Alfie didn’t ask him to be a fucking poet, but he hadn’t been able to scorunge up a single thing to say other than an attempt to prove a point. It had been his sign to walk away, for now at least. Getting his heart broken wasn’t on his agenda these days.

He wanted to believe Tommy, wanted to believe that he’d had some revelation. The desperate pleading almost made Alfie believe him. But Tommy Shelby cares for three things, his heart is too fickle for anymore.

His son, his company and himself. In that order. Alfie knew that, maybe time would prove that he would join the end of that list. A wish upon a star, really, to be let into Tommy’s world. Time would prove whether Tommy really did care.

Alfie wishes he was wrong.

–

“Tommy.” Polly marches down the hall, Tommy turns on his heel at her approach. He had finally mustered up the resolve to collect his things from the office. “Mr Solomons was here.”

“I know. I saw him leave.”

“Tommy.” She steps closer, eyes slightly wide. “He fixed it. Sabini’s no longer on our servers. We’re clean.”

The wind is gone from his chest, sucked like a never ending vacuum. “That’s good,” he manages.

Polly leans back to stare at him with a calculating eye. “I suppose you wouldn’t be able to show any sort of emotion.”

Her words sting. He shakes his head, turning away. “I never said smoking was my only vice, Pol.”

“What’s that meant to mean?” Tommy looks back at her with dull eyes and she feels her blood go cold. “Christ.”

Tommy clicks his tongue. “Should have listened to you on this one.”

“There’ll be others.”

“I don’t want others.”

—

Very rarely was Frances asked to stay the night. Usually business or some emergency that called Mr Shelby away during the week. So she was surprised when her employer asked her to stay the night. Not that she would complain, her salary is already above the award rates and overtime was paid generously. Charlie wasn’t a difficult boy, far from it. Reserved, yes, boisterous, also yes.

She had been employed by the Shelbys when Charlie turned two and Mrs Shelby returned to work. The shift in Charlie after the loss of his mother was painstaking. For a time she found herself resenting Mr Shelby and his excessive absence and cold shoulder around the house. It seemed as if he didn’t know how to be a father without his wife.

But then one night he came home close to ten o’clock. Charlie was fussing, had been all week but she was able to get him down just fifteen minutes before Mr Shelby appeared in the entrance hall. If she shuts her eyes Frances can hear his voice, picture the pallor on his cheeks.

“Is he?” Mr Sheby gestures up the stairs.

“Just got him down sir, struggled to fall asleep, He’s been fussing for quite a bit at bedtime all week-”

But Mr Shelby was gone, bounding up the steps. So Frances had taken the plate of dinner left in the oven and set it on the island bench top. Unlikely to be eaten, but Mr Shelby’s cheeks had grown gaunt. Then, this awful sound can be heard, muffled through the walls. She stands there under the single light in the kitchen feeling like an intruder. Through the walls, Mr Shelby’s cries, a mournful sound, travel. Frances turns the radio on and pours a finger of whisky from the decanter and places it next to the plate of food.

Eventually, Mr Shelby comes down stairs. He throws the whisky back before seating himself on the designer bar stool. His eyes are as red as a blood moon.

“I nearly died tonight.” He looks up. “I’ll increase your wage. You can go.”

Mr Shelby changed after that night. Whatever happened had snapped him from his stupor. His grief was far from gone but he was no longer on autopilot. He brought out photos of Grace, the pain clear on his face as he hung the photos. As the days passed they didn’t seem to jarr him as they once did.

On this night however, Frances finds herself left with Charlie well into the evening. Mr Shelby always found a way to contact her if he was late. But tonight she receives no such message. Charlie goes to bed easily and she busies herself tidying the kitchen. Housekeeping wasn’t in the job description, Mr Shelby could easily hire a housekeeper but the fact is, after clearing up after Charlie, there really isn’t much to do. A bit of vacuuming and dusting kept the place clean.

The fact is that without Mrs Shelby’s more flexible work hours, the house was hardly a home. An almost sterile environment made worse by Mr Shelby’s absence. As it approaches a ridiculous hour, she finally rings the man. There is something sickening about reaching voicemail.

Charlie has an array of emergency contacts and a strict order about which one to try first. Ada Thorne is at the top of the list, a practising parent and with flexible hours lands her at the top spot. Then there is Polly Grey, an uncle named Charlie Strong. Then Mr Shelby’s brothers. The younger brother John before the elder, Arthur. The very youngest Shelby, Finn, is the last on that list. Frances often wonders whether any of them knew if there was an order.

She rings Ada, as the order specifies. The woman picks up within a few rings.

“Tommy?”

“No, it’s Frances.”

Ada’s surprise transpires down the landline. “Oh. Is everything alright?”

“Charlie is perfectly fine but it is quite late and I haven’t been able to reach Mr Shelby. Usually he rings if he will not be coming home.”

“You haven’t been able to reach him at all?”

“No, ma’am.”

Ada’s voice takes on a tense quality. “Fuck, alright. I’ll come over and let you go home.”

“No,” Frances rushes to assure. “I’m quite alright staying the night, it’s Mr Shelby I’m concerned about.”

“I’ll ring Polly, then I’ll ring you back.”

Frances doesn’t leave the phone. It’s probably nothing. She wants so desperately to believe Mr Shelby was out socialising, maybe drank too much and is on a friends couch sleeping the drink off. That’s not the Mr Shelby she knows, however. The Mr Shelby she knows is a danger unto himself. He is like a spinning top and will spin and spiral down the most dangerous of roads, too far gone before anyone realises.

Frances fears she may have sent the search party out far too late.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #ao3 #sholomons #tommy shelby x alfie solomons #angst #hurt/comfort #slow burn #push the sky away fic #i’m so proud of formatting this

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maryse127 · 2 years

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So about earlier

My mom has had a bad memory for A While but lately it's gotten worse and worse and she is also confused a lot and basically you shouldnt leave her alone for extended periods of time. Which means that on vacation I was basically the second adult on the trip after my dad. It means I had to guide and watch over my mom when having toilet breaks on the way home in a roadside restaurant as if she were a child instead of my mom. Tell her which way to go. Guide her back to the car. That kinda stuff.

She has always been annoying and moody but on top of that nowadays she just doesnt do shit anymore and constantly asks the same thing and forgets things and gets offended when you tell her that yes we did indeed already ate the pastries.

And honestly I cannot take it. It's nothing but tension at home. It's the constant repetition of questions and getting offended when you answer them. It's the fact that she used to be mad serious about having a clean home and now she doesnt do jackshit in terms of housekeeping but still complains that she is the only one ever doing things. My dad cooks. I do my own laundry. It's having to babysit my own goddamn mother. It's her always complaining about stuff like an old injury she refuses to let a doctor look at. It's her slamming a door at 3 am. It's my dad who always knows to say the wrong thing. It's my own guilt at despising and not trusting my mom with anything.

I have to go there basically every weekend because of the specifics of my student housing (no washing machine or space to hang clothes to dry, having a room inside the house of someone who likes quiet private weekends (I can stay the weekend if I want but the default is going to my parents)). And I hate it. I feel such a pressure to finish this masters in 1 year just to get a job and find a home and be free of them. This is also why I am so worried about the housing crisis going on in this godforsaken country with its shit government.

And my dad managed to get her to see a doctor after she once admitted she wasmt doing too well. But then she started denying anything was wrong amd she was feeling fine. The doctor agreed she is, in fact, not completely fine. So further examination but it takes forever to see a specialist so while I am glad there is a start at maybe improving things in the future it won't do anything for me now

Fast forward to earlier today. My dad suddenly created a groupchat with me and my brother and without my mom. The message basically came down to 'I have to go away for 2 days for work and I dont want mom to be alone so I need one of you to babysit tomorrow night'

Obviously he worded it much nicer amd respectfully but this is what it comes down to for me.

And my brother would do it, bless his soul, he has the patience and kindness for it, probably because he sees her so infrequently, but has plans tomorrow night.

So the burden falls to me. Apart from absolutely not wanting to spend time with her it also messes with my own planning a lot. I got groceries for the entire week now I have to go have dinner with my mom tomorrow. It also takes forever to get there with public transport because I have to take the bus home instead of having a bike at the station or have my dad pick me up there. While I also have a fuck ton of studying.

Like I finally after all this time get to be a student and get a real student life but nope have to go home and babysit.

Also fuck my dad with his very passive agressive whatsapp usage even tho he doesnt mean it that way.

Those messages happened during class so I basically cried from frustration in a lecture hall. Nobody even noticed. I am not sure if I am glad or sad about that.

It's just so unfair. It's just all this tension that has built over all these years. It's just having parents that I never really felt emotional support from until my dad watched me have a panic attack during the first covid lockdown. And even then. He tries but it's just not good enough. He was never there when I was young and my mom never understood me. So yeah no wonder I struggle so much asking for help or just admitting I am not okay.

I just want a normal fucking family. I just want to not be stressed. I just want to be okay. I just want to be able to focus completely on studying instead of being distracted by this. I want my fucking headache to piss off. I want my fucking videogame delivered so I can at least have some escapism from all this shit.

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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052 of 2023

Have you ever been to a gay pride parade?

No. As much as I support minorities (I’m one of these, after all), the pride parades are not appealing to me. I feel neither pride nor shame of my orientation, I just don’t overthink it.

Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country?

I actually did once. It was an interesting experience.

What is your zodiac sign?

Taurus, but I don’t care about astrology.

What do you like to do when you’re home alone?

That’s pretty TMI. XD Just kidding. I don’t like to be alone at home, so I take walks or go somewhere further.

Should the guy always pay for the date?

And... what if he’s gay and dating another guy? Or what if it’s a lesbian date and there’s no guy? Or what if the woman is independent? This is such an outdated concept.

What kind of music calms you down?

The more aggressive, the better. No kidding.

Who did you last go to a park with?

I don’t even remember the last time I went to a park.

Have you ever been robbed?

No. Thankfully.

Are you working, a student, both, or neither?

Both. Currently things are a bit different due to my health issues, but I’m getting there.

What’s your favorite holiday?

Christmas, not for religious reasons.

Do you prefer male or female friends?

I love all my friends, but I get along with guys better.

How often do you wash your hair?

Every two days.

Is anyone close to you an alcoholic?

Yeah, one of my friends.

How does your natural hair look?

It’s dark brown.

Have you ever dumped anyone?

Not really dumped, but refused to date. I’ve never been really interested.

What race/heritage are you?

Well, I’m white. And my heritage is mostly Dutch and German, and more distantly French. Everything from the neighbourhood :P

What’s your favorite dessert?

I don’t really like sweets.

So, opinions on Amy Winehouse’s death?

Unnecessary. She had the voice and I believe she wasn’t a bad person, after all. She passed away way too soon.

Are you currently wearing any jewelry? What?

My wedding ring and almost all my piercings have jewelry in them.

Do you ever go on chatroulette or omegle?

No, I barely remember such websites exist :P

What kind of tea do you drink?

I don’t drink any tea.

What’s in your purse right now?

I don’t use purses, I’m a guy.

Do you know anyone in a gang?

Not in person.

What does your last received text message say?

“You have 1 new message, call 1230.”

Recommend a great book for me:

The Legend of Ice People if you like fantasy books.

Pro-life or pro-choice?

No opinion, but more like pro-choice. After all, it’s your responsibility and nobody’s gonna experience it for you.

Ever traveled outside of the country? Where?

France, the Netherlands, Germany, Denmark, Poland.

Do you have insomnia?

Yeah, I do. I’m working on fixing it, though.

Have you had sex in the past 48 hours?

No, I haven’t.

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

Glasses. I can’t wear contacts, my eyes are too dry.

Who were you last in a car with?

My husband.

Do you recycle?

It’s mandatory in my country.

When was the last time you were on an airplane?

Never.

What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you?

My husband has been taking care of me when I was in the hospital.

Is chivalry dead?

There’s nothing to comment on here, really.

Where do you hope to live when you’re older and settled?

In Westende.

What is your favorite flavor of Boba tea?

I don’t even know what it is.

Are you drinking or eating anything right now?

Just had ramen noodles.

Are you listening to anything right now?

There’s TV in the background, as usual.

What do you usually give as birthday gifts?

I take people to restaurants.

Do you make youtube videos? About what?

No, I don’t. I just have an account to make playlists.

What color are your nails right now?

Natural? I don’t paint my nails.

What is your favorite season and why?

Summer because long days.

Do you go to church?

Nope. It’s incredibly boring.

Do you read the Bible?

Nah. I’ve read it all once and it only convinced me that religion is not my thing.

What kind of shoes do you wear the most?

These black platform boots that I bought in Pull&Bear. They are perfect. <3 In summer, I wear these Converse-type shoes, but mine are of the Fila brand.

What kind of shoes do you want?

Yet another boots, but higher this time.

What do you plan to eat today?

I don’t make plans. Whatever I find in the fridge.

What is your favorite snack in the middle of the day?

Yogurt or something like that.

What would you pack for lunch for school?

A yogurt.

Favorite insect?

Ladybug, or butterfly.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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scentedchildnacho · 2 months

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She asked why I never go by the library so I told her that old pale security guard that is always inside to be the stanford privilege tries to kill me with new security.....if any security was woman and raced like me they all refused the position and left quickly and thats what they want from people people educated in science who quickly assess the dangers sue them and leave

Campesinas who immediately want their land rights

I explained that I think it's the United States learning from things like China to taiwan to crisis populations to accept ecological compromise because there was like 100s of people through there so I don't take it personally.....

Areas like pacific beach appear to have a history of pretty riotous capability.............and decolonial ability to it so it looks like a long time energy companies would cause shock disease so they accept compromise with federal agriculture

There is an energy about pacific beach that they can be very uncompromising that they only want environmental decisions

The library staff also there use to be a much larger staff and much more beautiful surrounding park and landscapers just went and destroyed it just for the pornography of it....you may be have women around you who should apologize for letting their trafficker find them at a domestic abuse support area

No im from the states men who try to steal me from white life are nature freaks that want me to support massive pre history forests and it doesn't work that way

Olive oatman....

That's why I have learned forgiving the parents they look kind of too intelligenced to me as a child and they could like want me

And that tobacco really reeked.......uhm they want a very back woods film production house in the deep south

Anyway a lot of the staff left and now there is just a few people as staff there all the time......

And because it was Monique I tried to emphasize though I have read the bluest eye black people are not hired as staff there their placed in traditional discrimination like the security roles so I have learned as poor white I am in very grave danger if people don't give negroes their common law rights

If it's that notorious of a segregationist that they won't give black people from the surrounding neighborhood a common job at the library then that segregationist isolates and slaughters white people if it can

Then it kind of became only a few staff then I started getting weaker and weaker and more threats then I started hearing things after they told me no sleeping is allowed and being suggested to lash out at staff.....so I'm sorry but I have Jeanne guyan and im not going to retaliate or fight anyone

Anyway the current staff I don't think is all that honest I think they need private income in pornography not sex work....or sex artistry or a more dignified statement....i think they can't have things here without gang sex trafficking

They act like white privilege and that their just demonstrating like rubi bridges and I don't think that's true I think I was suggested to retaliate because a pornographer or cop will try to kill them and tried to blame me for it......

Its been my experience that if homeless people can't travel through then the project should be shut down.....the square bloc area appears like it relieves a lot of the torture from tools from the car fascists and it's illusory if homeless can't go then they should shut the building down permanently and start a different project there

They claim the adjacent building is Methodist but that doesn't make sense completely to me I think they use to be Jewish.....and Jewish criminals or crime can get into adolph hitler about forcing illegal labor

I did a class a mooc from rutgers and some methodists report that they feel brain washed in those areas all the time

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ichigoromi · 2 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

I hope this brings comfort to whoever is reading this.

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre(s): comfort au! fluff

Warning(s): just some sad, depressing stuff about life but don't worry, Kita is here to comfort you! y/n is younger than Kita by 3 years!

Enjoy!

Kita Shinsuke

You and Kita are in a long-distance relationship, as you live in another different prefecture due to your university.

It's challenging to go on dates, so you could only meet twice a month.

Kita never fails to call you before he goes to bed to ensure that you eat well and sleep well.

Recently, you have been swamped with projects and part-time jobs and tired.

And you missed your boyfriend.

So, after your shift ended, you took the last train to Hyogo to visit your boyfriend.

It was totally unplanned, but you just needed to see him.

Plus, you feel bad making him travel from Hyogo to Tokyo during his weekends to come and see you.

After you get off the train, it is too late to call Kita to come and pick you up from the station. There was no taxis in sight, and the only way you could think of was to cycle to his place.

So, you rent a bicycle and bike down to Kita place, which is about forty-five minutes away by car, so you will take hours to reach his home.

Will you ever do this again?

Nope.

Because by the time you have reached Kita's place, your legs felt like jelly, and you barely could walk to his front door. It does look a little suspicious that you were creeping in front of his door, but you were struggling to ring the doorbell.

Before reaching for the doorbell, the door opened slightly ajar.

"Wait, honey? What are ya doin' here? Are ya okay?" Kita quickly carries you into his house.

"I should've waited for you, but I missed you. I took the last train and biked from the train station to your house. I thought I could do it, but my legs are sore from cycling..." You look away, suddenly embarrassed by your own stupidity.

Kita laughs and sets you down on the sofa in the living room.

"You could've called me. I'll prepare a warm bath for ya. Stay here." He pecked your forehead and went to the bathroom to prepare that warm bath that you desperately need.

Kita prepared a lavender-scented bath and lit up some scented candles for you.

You were getting impatient, so you limped your way to the bathroom and saw how Kita was preparing everything so that you would be comfortable.

"Baby, I thought I told ya to wait outside. Are ya feelin' better?" You nod your head and wrap your arms around him.

"I don't wanna bath~! I wanna sleep now!" You whined, and he pinched your cheeks.

"No, take a bath, and go back to bed. Come on, I'll wash yer hair." Kita helped you out of your clothes and helped you into the bath.

The warm water relaxes your sore muscles, and with Kita's fingers massaging your scalp, you're officially in heaven.

Maybe you finally became relaxed, and in Kita's presence, you slowly fell asleep in the middle of your bath.

"Baby, wake up. Let's get ya out of here. It'll be comfier in bed." Kita washes the bubble foam off your hair and helps you out of the bathtub.

Like the attentive boyfriend, Kita applies the primary skincare he bought just for you and dresses you in his shirt.

"Shinsuke, I love you so much. When I graduate, you better propose to me. My dream job is to be your wife..." You sleepily mumble in his arms.

"Hmm, maybe I should. Sleep tight baby, love ya." He kisses your forehead and pulls you close to him.

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[ The Next Morning...]

Kita shook your shoulders gently to wake you up, but you were so comfortable in his bed, surrounded by his scent, you refused to get out of bed.

"Baby, I made lunch already. Come on." He carries you out of bed and you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively.

"Shinsuke~, I want to sleep more!" You whined and he was not giving in to you.

He carried you to the bathroom and left you alone to wash up.

Whenever you're at Kita's house, he always makes sure to cook for you because he knows that you rarely get home-cooked meals.

"Wow, what a spread! Thank you! I love you so much!" You leaned over to kiss your boyfriend on the lips.

"Eat more. We can go on a date later."

Date?

"Eh, don't you need to work?" Seeing your concerned expression, Kita could not help but laugh.

"Sweetheart, you come first. Besides, I have already done my work in the morning. Now, eat up."

Boy, this man got you falling harder for him again.

Boy, Kita Shinsuke.

Can I have his hand in marriage?

Hope you guys enjoyed reading this!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

#kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke headcanons #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x y/n #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke drabble #kita headcanons #kita haikyuu #kita fluff #kita hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #inarizaki headcanons #inarizaki hcs #inarizaki fluff

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

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"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Hello it’s me again could you please do Jesse Cromeans x single mother with a child whose deaf and the father of the child is abusive and trying to make the reader’s life horrible then Jesse crimes to the rescue lol hope it’s not too bothersome or confusing

-🖤

Warnings: abusive past relationship

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) X Single Mother with a Deaf Child and Abusive Partner:

You had been working for Jesse’s organisation for a little while but he never really noticed you, since you didn’t work that close to him.

His assistant had been off sick for about a week, and you had been assigned to take over her role until she got back.

That was the first time he truly took notice of you, instantly becoming a little intrigued.

He recognised the signs soon after. The way you acted around him and others despite nobody giving you any direct reason to fear them. How you apologised too quickly, worried about messing up, how quiet you were. You were good at your job, though.

When you had first headed to his office, to introduce yourself and explain you would be his assistant for a little while, he had gone to communicate through text to speech. You were quick to assure him that you understood sign language if he preferred to use that, your hands moving along with your words as if to prove it.

It had made him smile.

Placing down his phone, he used his hands to ask how you knew sign language.

“My son in deaf, sir” you explained with a small smile.

A son? Jesse knew he hadn’t spotted a ring on your hand, so you mustn’t have been married.

Over the week you spend together, he quickly learnt how to act around you. How to keep his distance as to not intimidate you, how to alert you to his presence so not to scare you.

But you quickly became comfortable around him. You knew he was a dangerous man but he had never been anything but kind to you.

Eventually you wondered when his usual assistant would be returning, only for him to tell you that you would be taking on the position permanently. A part of you wanted to argue, to ask more about the woman who’s job you were taking, but the pay raise just couldn’t be overlooked. Not when you had a son to think about.

So, you took to your new role easily. You worked closely to Jesse, the two of you hitting it off with a surprising ease. Perhaps it was because you could communicate so easily? He found talking to you less bothersome? You weren’t sure, but you enjoyed his company.

Normally you would greet him with a smile, two coffees in your hand. This morning was a little different.

When Jesse got to the office, his coffee was already sitting on his desk. Still warm. He found you at your desk, hanging your head, hair forming curtains around your face, scribbling something down.

He approached your desk with purposeful footsteps. He knew that you had heard him but you didn’t look up.

He used the text to speech to say you name. You pause for a moment before looking up at him.

Even through the make-up you had applied, he could see the bruise that had formed along your cheek. You knew he had seen it, you saw the anger in his eyes and how his shoulders tensed.

“What happened?” he asked simply, getting no response. “Come into my office” some people found it difficult to decipher tone in sign language but you had become an expert, his body language was tense but you knew the order held some gentleness.

You followed him to his office, he closed the door behind you both before guiding you over to his desk. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk, and he sat in the other, not putting the desk between the two of you.

He once again asked what happened, who had hurt you.

You had been working with him for a while now, months, and you had noticed how much safer you felt with him. You could smile and laugh without a care when you were with him, you had fallen asleep in his office once while working on some paperwork with him, and you had woken up to a blanket draped over you.

He had even met your son once. It was after work hours, he had called you asking for a file that he couldn’t find. When you realised you had accidently taken it home with you, you offered to bring it in. He hadn’t expected to see you step into the office with a young boy trailing behind you. You handed him the file and he thanked you for it before looking down at your son. He seemed a little timid, standing just behind you cautiously.

From what Jesse had assumed, the boy didn’t have great male role models in his life and he knew he was an intimidating man anyway. You couldn’t help but smile when Jesse gave your son a small wave, which he politely returned. But when Jessed signed “what’s your name?” your son’s face lit up in a smile before telling him his name. Jesse also introduced himself.

All of that just to say that you felt that you could trust him.

So, you told him everything. How you had broken up with your boyfriend, your son’s father, a long time ago because of how abusive he could be, you didn’t want your child to be put through that. How, for a while, the father stayed out of your life, seemingly disappearing. How he recently started calling and showing up at your door, demanding to be a part of your son’s life. How he had harshly slapped you for denying him access to your home only the night before.

You weren’t sure when you started crying, but you weren’t surprised that you had. Jesse moved out of his chair, kneeling down in front of you as you lifted your head to look at him.

“Is he still bothering you?” you nodded. “Has he called you today?” you told him that he had been blowing up your phone so you blocked the number but that wouldn’t stop him from coming to your home again. “Are you sure you’re safe at home?” he asked and you paused before giving him an unconvincing nod.

Of course you weren’t safe at home, but you didn’t want to burden Jesse, your boss, with your personal life.

But he knew you were lying, and he wasn’t about to send you back home to deal with him.

“You can stay with me for a while” he offered as he stood up, your eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“No, I can’t do that. I’m fine really” you didn’t want to be any trouble, even if his offer was very tempting. You would be safe, your ex would never guess you were staying there.

You argued and protested some more but Jesse kept insisting, and you eventually gave in. The offer was generous.

He let you use his bathroom to wash your face and clean up in. The two of you finished work early that day and, since you usually take public transport to work, Jesse opened his car door for you.

He took you to your home, where you packed two bags. One for you and once for your son.

He then took you to pick your son up from school once the school day was finished. Your son seemed excited to see Jesse again, running up and hugging you hello before signing his greeting to the well dressed man beside you.

“We’re going to stay with Jesse for a little while” you knelt down to your son’s height, a little surprised but glad to see his bright smile.

Jesse also smiled, this being one of the few times you had called him ‘Jesse’ despite how many times he had told you to do so.

Jesse’s home is grand and modern and impressive, it managed to stun you a little. But your son was nearly jumping up and down with excitement.

“Do I get my own room?” your son signed up to you. You looked to Jesse for an answer, and he nodded.

Jesse didn’t have a kid’s room in his home but he did have some guest rooms, one of which he gave to your son. “It’s the biggest room” he had told the young boy, making his smile grow even more.

That night, your son went to bed with ease, having worn himself out, and you returned to the lounge where Jesse was sitting with a drink.

“Thank you, Jesse. You really didn’t need to do all of this, it’s very generous” you sat down beside him.

He told you that he considered you to be a friend, that he refused to sit by and let your ex harass you. He wanted to look out for you and your son, you were his assistant after all.

For a while everything was going well. You and your son were still staying with Jesse, the three of you getting along well and adjusting easily to your new living situation.

Jesse found that he enjoyed having you both there. He was aware that he had developed some feelings for you and was fond of your son, so he really didn’t mind you staying with him. In a way, he was getting what he wanted.

Things got a little worse when you went to pick your son up from school one day, finding your ex waiting for you both. You had instantly called Jesse, waiting by the school for him to arrive so that your ex couldn’t bother you too much, it was too public.

When Jesse’s car pulled up in front of you, your ex was talking to you. Your son clinging to your hand, both of you clearly afraid.

As soon as your son saw Jesse stepping out of the car, his face lit up. He released your hand and ran over to the man, who gently guided the child to stand behind him. Jesse’s stance protective.

“Are you ready to go?” Jesse signed and you nodded, quickly walking over to him.

Of course, your ex had never bothered to learn sign language, so he didn’t understand any of it. He was quick to start snapping at Jesse, asking who he was and to leave you all alone, to mind his business, he was just trying to talk to his son. Your ex has always been foolish and hot-headed, trying to pick a fight with a man so much larger than him.

As your ex got closer, Jesse placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back harshly. He looked over his shoulder and nodded at you, you quickly ushered your son into the car, getting in with him. Using the text to speech on his phone, Jesse threatened your ex. You couldn’t hear, you could only see that he was using the device, but he was threatening your ex to stay away from you and your son.

Your ex backed off and Jesse got into the car, driving the three of you home where you could comfort your son and he could comfort you.

It wasn’t too long after that when Jesse went on his first business trip since you started living with him. It felt strange to be living in his home without him but it had started to feel like your own home. Jesse made sure the two of you stayed in touch, talking everyday.

He returned home after about two weeks. As soon as he stepped through the door, your son had run up to him with a huge smile to greet him with a hug. The two had become close. Your heart warmed when Jesse lifted the young boy up into an embrace, flashing you a proud smile as he kicked the door shut behind him.

So domestic, how a child should react to his father returning after two weeks away.

That night your son had asked if he could stay up late because Jesse was home, you couldn’t convince him to go to bed, but Jesse convinced him by promising to do something special on the weekend. It had you smiling again.

You and Jesse did stay up a little longer that night, talking and catching up. He asked if your ex had given you any trouble, you told him that he hadn’t. What you didn’t know was that your ex would never be bothering you again, Jesse had made sure of it.

That night you confessed that you had missed him, that your son had as well, and Jesse confessed that he had missed the two of you too.

That night was the night that Jesse finally kissed you, finally feeling that you had become comfortable enough around him, that you returned his feelings and didn’t think you owed him anything for his help. And you had returned the kiss instantly, glad that he finally made the move.

Jesse had already proven to be the best partner you had ever had, the best father figure that your son had ever had, and he seemed to want to be those things. You truly believed that the three of you could make this work, that this could be good for all three of you.

You had fallen hard for Jesse and as he pulled you closer to him on the couch, deepening the kiss, you were sure that you had never felt this way about somebody before.

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darkmulti · 3 years

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hi, can you write yandere! bts reaction to you slapping them in an argument please?

⚠️: Yandere!BTS, slapping, implied smut, manipulation

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Jin

Jin was once again, being narrow minded. “It was for work, Jin! I wasn’t working with him for fun, it’s our job. I can’t believe you punched him in the face. You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

“Great! If you’re embarrassed, quit your job! So you never have to see them again!

“I’m not quitting! You can get that out of your head! I would leave you before quitting-” a hard slap cut you off. You instinctively covered your stinging cheek and took a step back. You were in a state of shock. Yes, you and Jin had petty arguments here and there but they never got physical. By the end of the day, you guys worked it out. However, after he laid his hand on you, you knew it was over. You looked up at him and slapped him right back. “Fuck you! We’re over.”

You turned around and ran upstairs to your shared bedroom. This house was under Jin’s name so it was you who has to go. You grabbed your suitcase and started packing all your clothes. Jin rushed into the shared room and pulled your suitcase away. He dumped all the clothes on the ground and threw the suitcase across the room.

“You’re not fucking leaving! Hang up all these clothes. Stop overreacting like a pathetic little bitch.”

You scoff and get off the floor. “I’m a ‘pathetic little bitch’?! Says my insecure husband.”

“You won’t be able to survive without me. No other man would be able to spoil you like I do. I’ve given you the high life, now obey me in return.”

“I’m not your slave, I don’t have to fucking listen to you.”

“Do you pay the bills in this house?! Do you buy the groceries?! Do you pay for insurance?! No? Then, shut up. You wouldn’t have anything if it weren’t for me. You’d probably be living on the streets if I didn’t take you in. I was the one who made sure you got that job because I knew it would make you happy. If it weren’t for me, those guys would’ve laughed in your face, Y/N. All you do is go to work, flirt with your co-workers and act all big shot around me. The least you could do is respect me and our relationship.” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone while you questioned your worth.

Yoongi

It started off as a calm and quiet evening but as soon as your phone vibrated, it quickly changed.

You began working for a new company and your new boss has been up your ass. He treats you like a personal assistant and it was pissing you off. You noticed that you were the only one who was being treated like this and it angered you. Once you’re clocked out, you don’t like to be disturbed unless it’s urgent. But your boss doesn’t seem to understand that and asks you to do work while your clocked out. You obviously refuse because why should you do work if you’re not getting paid?

Anyways, he’s always texting you about how to do different kinds of paper work, who’s working, who’s not working, how to hire people, ect — he should know how to do all of it because he’s the boss. When your off work, he’s texting you ever 10-15 minutes, asking for help. You’re tired of it, but can’t really do anything about it. You can’t quit just yet because you’re trying to prove to your boyfriend that you don’t need him to survive.

Yoongi has always underestimated you. Man literally thinks that you’re dumb. One night, you both got into a heated argument and he told you that you wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him. The very next day, you went to a bunch of job interviews and got hired on that same day.

It’s been two weeks at your new job and ever since, your phone is always blowing up thanks to your boss. Even at 10pm, your boss is texting you about work. Yoongi became annoyed because you were always on your phone. You guys got into another argument about this so now, you hide your phone from him so he can’t see the notifications.

Ever since then, things have been a little better. Tonight was movie night and you foolishly had your phone in your hand. Throughout the movie, your phone was lighting up and vibrating multiple times and a Yoongi was tired of it.

“Who the hell are you texting now?!” He snatched your phone out of your hands and when he saw that it was your boss, he threw your phone against the wall. “I told you to block that man! Yet, you go against me and continue to text him! Are you sleeping with him? Are you cheating on me with him?!” He screamed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You didn’t say anything. Instead you ran to the door. You didn’t want to deal with him anymore. You deserved better. You tried to leave but he slammed the door on your fingers and pulled you back inside. You slapped his face and tried leaving again but he grabbed your hair and pulled you down to the basement.

“You made me do this to you. I warned you plenty of times to stay off your phone but do you listen to me? No. I’ve given you too much freedom and now you don’t know how to behave. That stops now.”

Hoseok

“Get up. Boss wants to see you.” The guards said, pulling you up by your arms and dragging you out of the cell. “Boss my asshole. Who does he think he is? Kidnapping me for no good reason. I just wanted coffee and now I’m god knows where!” The guard chuckles at your bratty behaviour. “Just a little advice, don’t talk to boss like that. He’ll blow your brains out.”

“Shut up, muscle head. Don’t tell me what to do.” The guard stops and aims a gun at your head. “Do it muscle head. Your boss will be so proud of you.” You said sarcastically. “Shut your mouth and keep walking. I may not be allowed to kill you but I can still still hurt you — really badly.”

“Are you threatening me muscle head?” You turn around, ready to scrap with the guard. He may be a lot bigger than you, but you’re a lot smarter and clever.

“Hey, hey, do we have a problem here?” A familiar voice interrupted. You turn around and your heart drops when you see his face. “No, boss. She’s just refusing to-”

“Hoseok?” You cut the guard off and step back. “Oh, so you still remember me?” He smirks and walks towards you but you keep walking back. “What do you want from me?”

“Isn’t the answer obvious? I want you back.”

“No! I broke up with you because you’re crazy. Leave me alone now. I’m a different person. I’m not the same Y/N that you manipulated and controlled. I left her behind. Now let me go!”

Hoseok cornered you. There was no where to run. “Are you sure that you left her behind? You’re claiming that you changed but you’re still very naive, darling.”

His words made your blood boil. Hoseok mentally and emotionally abused you. With the help of therapy, you were able to pick up and put your broken self together. You thought that you’ve become a stronger person, but as soon as you saw his face, your confidence was washed away.

“I- I told you, I’m different now!” You tried to sound brave, but your facial expression sold you out. Hoseok wasn’t dumb; he knew you were scared shitless. “So, show me that your a different person. How will you escape me this time, darling?” He traps you in between his arms and leans in close to your face. In a panic, you slapped him across the face and made a run for it.

You somehow managed to get out of his large mansion, but Hoseok was running after you the whole time. You tried losing him at sharp turns and big crowds, but he was right on your ass. You saw a security guard and bolted towards him. “Sir, sir! There’s a- a man...” you said, to catch your breath, “a man chasing me. He kidnapped me. Please, I need your help.”

“That’s enough darling.” Hoseok caught up to you and without a second thought, you hid behind the security guard. “Sir, please! Arrest this man! He kidnapped me!”

The security guard was ready to take action until he saw the man’s face. “M-mr. Jung?! Sir, I had no idea that she was running from you! Sir, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” The guard grabbed your arm and pushed you to Hoseok.

The commotion had everyone watching. The security guard was on his knees with his hands interlocked together. “Please spare my family and I. Mr. Jung it was an honest mistake.”

“What the hell?” You quietly muttered. “You see that, darling. Everyone is afraid of me. So you can run all you want, but you can never ever hide from me.”

Namjoon

After a long week of work, your husband wanted to treat you to dinner. You’ve both been extremely busy due to your hectic schedule and it’s caused you both to drift apart. The only time you see Namjoon is in the morning and before going to bed.

It was Friday evening and you were getting ready for date night. You wore a gorgeous dress that was somewhat revealing but you were fine with it. You just wanted to look good for your husband.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant and when Namjoon saw you, his jaw dropped. He possessively wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to your private table. It was outside on a balcony. You guys had an ocean view, the weather was perfect and the stars were out. It was super romantic.

The date was perfect until the waiter started checking you out. Namjoon was visibly annoyed by the waiter but kept it to himself until he left. “Why did you have to wear that dress? Are you doing this on purpose? So other guys can check you out?” You were taken back by his questions. “No, I wore this dress for you, not for some random men.”

Namjoon scoffed and bit the inside of his cheek. “When will you stop lying?” He mumbled, but you were able to pick it up. “I’m not lying, Joon. And quite frankly, I’m hurt that you think I’m doing this for other men. You’re making me feel bad about myself.”

You got up and left but he followed behind. You walked out of the restaurant and got into your car. You drove back home without giving Namjoon a second glance. Once you arrived home, Namjoon pulled up next to your car. You both entered the house in silence.

Namjoon’s phone began ringing so, he went upstairs to answer it. After tidying the house, you went upstairs and overheard his conversation. “We could’ve had a wonderful night, but my wife doesn’t know how to dress.”

Now, he’s pissed you off. You slam open the room door, grab his phone and hang up. “Do you enjoy putting your own wife down?! Do you enjoy humiliating her?! I wore this dress for you! I wanted to look good for you! I wanted you to complement me and tell me I look pretty but instead you slut shame me!”

Out of anger, you slap him across the face. “I want a divorce. I’m not staying with someone who made me feel like complete shit. You can keep this house, I don’t want anything from you.”

Namjoon looked down and started to laugh. His laugh gradually got louder and it started to creep you out. You took a couple steps away from him but he noticed and grabbed your wrist. “You want a divorce? So you can go back to that restaurant and gets that waiters number? Over my dead body. You’re never leaving me. If I have to hurt you, I will.”

Jimin

“Jimin! Stop it! You’re overreacting!”

Jimin dragged you out of his friends house and pushed you into the car, creating a scene. Everyone was watching him degrade you for not wearing your wedding ring.

“You forgot?! What kind of wife do I have?! Are you dumb?! How could you forgot to wear your wedding ring?! That ring shows everyone that you’re mine!”

Jimin was full on screaming in your face and you couldn’t handle it. You broke down crying into your hands. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! It truly wasn’t my intention.” You were beyond terrified. You didn’t want to go home because you knew he would punish you. Even though he humiliated in front of everyone, you’d rather stay around people than go home and be alone with him.

You were about to go down on your knees until he slapped you and dragged you along. You tried getting out of his grip and in the process you accidentally slapped him. It wasn’t a hard slap or anything, you were just trying to get away. But of course, Jimin made it a big deal.

“First, you forgot your wedding ring; second, you flirted with all my friends and now, you slapped me?! Why don’t you want to leave, huh?! Who are you sleeping with?! Who are you trying to replace me with?!”

“No one! I didn’t mean to slap you! I’m sorry!” You were crying your eyes out. You’ve never seen Jimin this aggravated. You were afraid of what he might do to you so, you gave in because you didn’t want to worsen your punishment. He pushed you into the car and slammed the door shut. Throughout the car ride, his hand squeezed your thigh.

“You don’t even know what’s coming your way. Just wait till we get home” He muttered, causing your heart to drop into your stomach.

Taehyung

“Taehyung! Let me go! People are going to notice that I’m missing! You can’t keep me here forever!” You yelled, banging on the metal door.

It was your foolish mistake; trying to break up with him at his house. The moment you told him you want to part ways, he grabbed you and pushed you into the basement. Of course you fought back, but miserably lost against him. Now it was a game of waiting. Waiting for someone to notice your presence missing.

- 3 days later -

It been a couple days and you’re still locked in the basement. There was no clock or a window so you couldn’t keep track of time. Taehyung hadn’t come downstairs to check on you either. You were starving and living off the bathroom tap water. You were lying on the ground, looking lifeless when the heavy metal doors opened.

“Are you done playing your childish games?” Taehyung asked, crossing his arms. “You should be asking yourself that question, Taehyung. I’m not playing any games. I’m serious when I say I want out of this relationship.”

Taehyung closed the doors and walked towards you. He grabbed your shirt and pulled you close to his face. “All the years we spent together, you wanna throw it all away, angel?”

You turn your head away from him, avoiding his dark orbs. Taehyung noticed you avoiding his eyes so he pushed you against the wall and leaned in close to your face. “Look at me when I talk to you, angel. Or are you scared?” You were on the verge of tears but you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. You looked him straight in the eyes and muttered, “get away from me.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, angel...” he grabbed your ear and tugged on it, “I’m your master. You listen to me.” His deep voice sent chills down your spine. You were close to dropping on your knees and submitting to him out of fear. But you didn’t. You couldn’t show him that you’re weak. “Taehyung, I’m serious! Get away from me!”

Taehyung frowned. You were really getting on his nerve. Was he not a good boyfriend? He spoiled you with gifts, spent all his time with you and he never cheated on you. What was he doing wrong? He thought to himself. “Why is my perfect, little, angel acting out? Look at me, angel. Tell me what I did wrong? Did you fall out of love? Did you find someone new?”

You look at him, dumbfounded. “Taehyung, you’re trying to control me! You’re making my decisions for me. I can’t go out alone, and if I do, you stalk me! Then you get possessive for no reason! You almost killed my bestfriend because he gave me a hug! You take things too far and you don’t trust me even after being together for years! You just want to control my life and feel like I’m suffocating when I’m with you.”

You could see fire in Taehyung’s eyes. He raised his hand, ready to slap you but before he could, you slapped him and ran for your life. You were light headed and weak, however if Taehyung finds you, you’ll face severe consequences.

Jungkook

Jungkook was going on and on about you going out with your male bestfriend.

You texted Jungkook last minute because you knew if you had told him earlier, he wouldn’t allow you to go. You simply messaged him, “I’m going out with Namjoon, I’ll be home by 6pm.”

Jungkook was livid. He called you multiple times but you were too scared to pick up. Finally, his 7th attempt was when you decided to pick up.

“Where the fuck are you?! I’m coming to pick you up right now.”

“Jungkook we just came to the restaurant, I’m not leaving.”

“Do you think it’s appropriate to go to a restaurant with another man?! What if people think you guys are dating, huh? You’re a fucking cheater. Tell me your location, now!”

“For the love of god, I’m not cheating on you! Namjoon and I have known each other since middle school. I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you. We are nothing but friends.”

Jungkook was pissed. He hung up the phone and went home. He poured himself a glass of whiskey before sitting down on the couch. He was waiting for your arrival. It was 5:54pm when the front door opened. You were right on time.

“See, I told you I’d be back by 6pm. I don’t know why you have to make everything such a big deal.”

“While I’m working my ass off, you’re out with another man.” He said, putting the glass of whiskey down.

“I work too, Jungkook. And I’m a full time student. If you want to get even with me, go out with your female friends. I wouldn’t mind at all. As long as they remain friends.”

Jungkook stood up and starting walking towards you. “So, you can cheat, but I can’t?” A taunting smile took over his face.

“Again, Jungkook? I am not cheating on you! Namjoon is just my close friend. That’s all. Nothing more or less.” You said, crossing your arms and unconsciously stepping back.

“Stop lying. Just tell me now and maybe I’ll forgive you.” You scoff and roll your eyes. “I don’t have time to deal with you, Jungkook. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, because you were fucking around with Namjoon, right?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned around to leave but Jungkook pulled you back, harshly. Instinctively, your hand landed a heavy slap on his face. Unexpectedly, Jungkook slapped you right back — but a lot harder.

You winced as you held your warm cheek. Hot tears gliding down your face. Without thinking twice, you made a run for the door but Jungkook tackled you to the floor.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

You can make your own ending:)

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Anyway, HSM2 is about internalized homophobia, and no one can tell me otherwise.

High School Musical is one of the most beloved franchises in the world. Teenagers all over the world grew up watching Troy and Gabriella harmonize together. Three movies, and nearly a decade later it’s still beloved by all. The first film easily forgotten in the ashes of the early 2000’s, the third film stuck in a purgatorial limbo of the rather unfortunate late 2000’s. The second film on the other hand sticks out between the ruckus.

The second High School Musical film takes place at Sharpay and Ryan’s family country club, during the summer between junior and senior year. The Wildcats are working summer jobs on the country club, often forced to the beck and call of Ryan and Sharpay themselves. Sharpay uses all her prestige to help Troy with college instead of starting at the bottom ( or rather, in the kitchen washing dishes) with his friends. In the time she’s helping Troy, she is also pushing her brother away; replacing him with Troy in their musical number for the talent show, and refusing to hang out with him in preference for Troy. Ryan becomes vengeful to his twin and starts hanging around the Wildcats in the kitchen. At first, he was met with some distasteful looks and words (most of which from Chad). With the help of Kelsey, and her neutral party, Ryan fits in smoothly with the other teenagers, eventually giving the WildCats all dance lessons.

Throughout the movie, the main conflict continues to be the internal conflict of Troy Bolton. He debates over and over again if he should go through with Sharpay’s shenanigans, or if he wants to “listen to my own heart.” This of course involves Gabriella, as she is Troy’s love interest. She’s not in the second film except for the beginning, then, where she leaves in the middle of the film - in order to create angst for Troy - then when she shows up again in the finally to sing/rejoin Troy.

The conflict in the second film is the combining of Troy’s two worlds. His first - his main world in the first movie, that hence became his secondary world - which is represented by Chad. Then his secondary world - which becomes his main world in this movie - which is represented by Ryan. Chad represents Troy’s masculinity, or his more idealized version of himself. Ryan represents Troy’s femininity or his current version of reality. These two worlds collide in the iconic song “I don’t dance”.

Since this movie - and hence this scene - came out in the early 2000’s, a lot of the innuendoes went over people's heads. Luckily, as the children who watched this movie grew older and more experienced, and the world became more accepting, we’re able to see this song for what it is.

Before getting into the lore and symbolism of the iconic “I Don’t Dance” sequence, context is needed. For most of human history, homosexuality was seen as a sin in all places except ancient times (see: Greece and Japan). The modern age is the most accepting on all fronts, such as sexual orientation, race, and religion. In the early 2000’s, High School Musical director Kenny Ortega was not publicialy out yet. He wouldn’t be till 2014.

Originally, while writing this, my first thought was that Kenny - the director - would be using Troy as a y/n type character to project his insecurities and struggles with masculinity, and what that means in defining his orientation and societal views that would be placed upon him. Then, it came to me later that this is in fact not the case, Troy (and Gabriella - who is in fact a y/n character for the female audience) is more of a character for a man of his time, confused with his own ideals of masculinity and the views of society because, “oh god, I can’t like theater/drama because only queer people and girls like it!” The second point is pushed further with the Troy and Sharpay sub-plot. Sharpay tries to further Troy’s career as a basketball player, though that’s not what he wants anymore, and Troy is no longer sure if that is what he ever wanted to begin with (enter the song “Bet on it” and the hilarious meme “no dad, I’m giving up on your dream”).

Keeping these things in mind - Kenney’s queerness, and Troy’s struggle to realize you can in fact sing and be a heterosexual, wow, revolutionary - it became clear to me that Kenney’s y/n characters were Ryan and Chad.

For those who aren’t into the arts, or find them too difficult after a singular attempt thinking they could write a world class novel on the first go, let me be the first to tell you every author has a y/n character. First, for those who don’t know what y/n stands for, it’s a popular fanfiction trope where a writer will write a story about a character dating, being friends, and so on, with the reader. The y/n stands for “your name” so anyone can be the main character in this story at any time. For a writer of mainstream fictional work, such as High School Musical, Game Of Thrones, Lord Of The Rings, Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, even most comics. Now, most writers or directors aren’t going to be as obvious as having a character not named (or named y/n) or even named Jane (looking at you Jane Austin), the y/n character of many mainstream authors/directors/comic artists and so on is usually the character they feel or have given the most attributes similar to themselves.

It’s the same reason people have favourite characters. You see a fictional character and you either 1. Want to Bob the Builder them, 2. Some sort of weird sex thing, or 3. See more/the most of yourself in this character. Number three - thankfully - is usually the main reason. Some people just create their own favourite characters. An even easier way to think about this, is just projection baby, that’s psych 101.

Before I went off on a small tangent of fictional works and how human emotion plays into creating them (except anything Disney has made in the past decade, and no you can’t change my mind on that) I mentioned that Chad and Ryan are Kenney’s y/n characters. As a queer person myself, it’s clear for me to see the different struggles each of these characters face and how these reflect the queer experience.

So, let’s finally get into it.

Ryan, without it being explicitly said is clearly a character of what people in the early 2000s think a gay man is. He is effeminate, wearing bright coloured outfits with lots of accessories - namely his signature hats - he is also in the theater department doing musicals, and passive/subservient to any of his twin sisters' wills. Yes, now we know gay men aren’t just feminized men, but in the early 2000’s a gay man who can do "masculine" things like change their car oil, like sports, and so on, break the "effeminate" stereotype thus confused many cishet people. Sharpay is painted as more confident - or, for sake of comparability - masculine to her twin in the first movie, and most of the second movie. Making Ryan a bit of her dog who would do anything to get by - painting Ryan as lesser than human, once more, playing into the homophobia of the early 2000's.

Despite the clear stereotypes playing into his character, Ryan is consistently one of the most confident characters in the movie. The other, being his sister of course. This confidence in himself is what gravitates the other characters towards him, either by being intimidated (Troy, thinking Ryan and Gabriella were a thing), or admiration (Chad, by the end of “I don’t dance”).

Chad, on the other hand, is a whole different ball game. While he is confident in the first movie, and the first portion of the second movie, he begins to break more and more when Ryan becomes a more integral part of the Wildcat group. To keep in mind, Chad is also the most vocal about his distaste for Troy’s artistic past-time. When the other Wildcats join Ryan and begin learning how to dance for the talent show at the end of the movie, Chad is also the most vocal about his distaste. The baseball game where “I don’t dance” takes place, is the climax of Chad’s arc and his turn towards acceptance to Ryan/Troy’s hobbies.

Of course, there is more to the “I don’t dance” sequence than just Chad’s realization - the exact one Troy comes to terms with in the second movie as well - of “oh my god I don’t have to be gay to enjoy stereotypical ‘feminine’ things.” That is the main part of the song though, that and all the sexual tension.

Going back to what I’ve stated previously, Chad and Ryan are Kenney’s projection or y/n characters. Let me do a small recap before we get into the nitty gritty of the famous “I don’t dance” video.

Thinking back to the first few paragraphs, I stated that Kenney wasn’t publicly out till 2014, about 7 years after the second movie came out. This could be due to the fact that a) it’s the early 2000’s and everyones still very homophobic, or b) self-doubt that comes with the queer experience. The most likely reason is a mixture of both of these. Because of this, Ryan is the more self-assured version, or idealized version of Kenney that he wants to be. Ryan is confident, never being swayed about his lifestyle (could be read as: sexuality) even though Chad - and most of the wildcats in the first movie - put him through relentless “teasing” and humiliation. He’s confident, almost to a fault, he’s sure of himself, and yet still reaches out a hand to Chad and the other wildcats to show them that they’re just being, kinda dick-ish.

Every queer person wants to be Ryan. Despite his heavily stereotyped characterization, I personally believe he is one of the stronger written characters in the movies, mainly due to Kenney putting the time in to really make Ryan feel like a real person, to give himself some sort of relief of his own anxieties, a chance to see the world through a person who truly has no fear. Unlike Kenney himself.

This is where Chad comes in.

Chad is seen as “confident” in the first movie, the second Troy “leaves” basketball though, all that confidence comes crashing down. His best friend has another hobby - one he thinks is “not right” (it’s okay, you can say gay), - they wont be spending all their time together (first, can you say dependent relationship much, yikes).Chad’s defining characteristic up until their fight that instigate act three of the second movie, is being Troy’s best friend. I’m going to take this as if this were truly the case, and not a decently written character arch. Some people base themselves around their friends and their whole identity on being a friend, that they lose sight of themselves, this mainly in high school of course, when your whole world is really nothing but school, and friends. Newly developed independence is there, but that’s scary, so instead of worrying about the future, cling to something that’s reliable. I’ve seen this happen, mainly at the end of high school, when the “real world” is coming a bit too close for comfort. This could generally be the case if a person is lonely, but for timeline sake I’m going to say Chad has got some anxiety about graduating (considering the second movie takes place the summer of junior year).

His lashing out at Troy’s hobbies and at Troy’s neglectful friendship, make more sense with that background, and are seen more in the second movie where Troy begins spending all his spare time with Sharpay (trying to collect that BAG!). Chad - and others (read: father) - insists that music is not a feasible career option, and Troy should just stick with basketball (like...that is a feasible career option). The tension Chad creates in the studio only grows when the other wildcats decide to take up Ryan’s offer for dance lessons and move from the kitchen, to helping out with the talent show. (Next essay idea: how high school musical two was really about class all along, cause Jesus).

Chad is the less obvious option for a y/n character. Though again, the 2000’s were not as cool people like to pretend they are. Chad - for Kenney - represents what he actually feels, this fear of being rejected for how he is and how he chooses to live his life/lifestyle, so he sticks to something reliable. Ryan is new, and exciting, and confident in a way that Kenney/Chad wish they could be, but in order for that to happen they need to understand that maybe people are complex creatures, and can enjoy multiple hobbies (aka: the same lesson Troy is teaching the viewers, but far less boring). But, for Kenney/Chad facing that thought and that realization is scary, and thus, they lash out at anyone (read this paragraph as: Chad mad jealous of Ryan cause Ryan bomb as fuck).

All this build up, finally comes ahead in the employee baseball match

******

The baseball game is probably the most memorable scene in the whole High School Musical franchise (minus Sharpay’s “Fabulous” solo, but that’s also from the same movie, and it’s kinda rude to give what’s already the best more points); the tension in the scene, and what it implies makes it the best written segment of all three movies, let alone the most entertaining.

Some things to keep in mind from our background information: Chad is missing his bestie and struggling with what being “masculine” really means for him and others. Ryan of course makes this confusing, because the traditional method is being thrown out the window. In short, Chad has internalized homophobia, and Ryan being open - or as open as Disney would let him - is causing all sorts of problems.

Despite the song, “I don’t dance” being logged into our collective skulls for all eternity (you’re probably humming it right now, sorry about that), the very brief interaction of Ryan and Chad before the game is lost on the public consciousness. The two are clearly comfortable with each other, though the distaste seems to be on Chad’s side more than Ryans. So, the two start playfully jabbing at each other before deciding to do a bat toss to see who will be in the outfield first.

Before they begin the bat toss, Ryan says “You don’t think dancing takes some game?” Chad then very clearly checks him out, doing a simple but effective ‘drag-your-eyes-over-them-top-to-bottom-then-smile’ and says “you got game?” (Seen in gif below)

I don’t know how much you know about sex metaphors and how many of those baseball has in it (seriously though, it’s a lot), but with the bat toss, Ryan’s hand ended up on top, and Chad’s under Ryan’s. Let’s ignore this for now, it’ll be implied again later. Ryan’s team starts out in the outfield because he won the bat toss, and hence, the song officially starts.

The first lyrics (ignoring the chores of “hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swing”) is

I'll show you that it's one and the same

Baseball, dancing, same game

It's easy

Step up to the place, start swingin

This part is sung by Ryan, who is taunting Chad out in the outfield. Before the game, as stated, Chad was taunting Ryan about his lack of “game” (both sexual and not sexual metaphor are implied), and now, Ryan has turned those tables around. Baseball - is seen as more masculine than dancing, not as masculine as football or basketball, but it’s up there. Chad is someone who cares about his masculinity, enough to the point that Ryan playing baseball makes him loose his mind. Makes him question his own personal definition of masculinity, if you will.

Ryan says, “baseball, dancing, same game,” impyling that, to him, baseball and dancing are one and the same. That is baffling to Chad, cause well, how can something meant for girls even be close to something meant for boys.

Chad comes back with:

I wanna play ball now, and that's all

This is what I do

It ain't no dance that you can show me, yeah

This only proves my previous point.

I had a conversation with myself about this, and I’ve decided not to include it in this essay, but a second essay may or may not be possible. Basically the premise - the dancing/”musical” moments of High School Musical are conjured up images by those meant to see them (ie: like a visual hallucination, but, not really) but this scene kinda poo-poos that idea.

Now, the thing I am talking about is Ryan and Chad’s peacocking at each other during the time they sing these lyrics. The movements they’re making could be mistaken for dancing - as we automatically assume it is because of the title and themes of the movie - or it could be them just getting ready for the baseball game. Ryan swings his leg over the pitcher's mound, tossing the ball up and down into his glove, making wavy hand gestures, etc. Chad brushes off his gloves, swings his legs, hits the bat on each foot, and so on.

For the peacocking, Chad makes a mock of the ballerina foot stance before strutting over to the home plate. Ryan laughs at this, which earns quite the smirk from Chad himself (see gif below).

This is when it becomes a conversation.

You'll never know - R

Oh I know - Ch

If you never try - R

There's just one little thing - Ch

That stops me every time, yeah - Ch

Come on - Ch

When Chad says “Come on” it’s when Ryan throws the baseball at him, starting the game, and giving Chad’s team their first strike of the game (get it, it’s funny). Now, obviously we need to talk about the “there’s just one little thing that stops me every time.” As a queer person, I assure you, two of the things that kept me from living my Best Life were 1) my own ignorance of what asexuality was and 2) the fear that everyone I love would hate me for who I am, and what I have no control over.

Sorry to get deep like that on main, but, can any other queer person say different? Obviously, your first point may differ, but my point still stands. In the video/scene there is a very short moment (to which I have condensed into a gif for you all, you’re welcome, and I’m sorry about the quality in advance), of the camera moving over to Chad’s team (or his friends in this case since it’s an employee baseball game) as he says this line (gif below).

I will not be explaining the use of subtly in this essay, but I’m sure you get the metaphor Kenney is trying to use. If not, let me spell it out for you in very simple words. This song has a lot of sexual innuendos (as mentioned pervious with the baseball bat scene and still, more to come), with that in mind, and clearly queer themes at play (as mentioned before, again), this scene only shows Chad isn’t as straight as he leads on. His fear/phobia of Ryan/the arts come from a much deeper place.

In shorter, and much simpler terms: Chad queer.

But, let’s get back to the boy's conversation.

I don't dance - Ch

I know you can - R

Not a chance, no - Ch

If I could do this, well, you could do that - R

Translation: “If I can do this weird, sweaty, dirty, Male thing without blowing a fuse, you can and should be able to dance just fine.”

But I don't dance - Ch

Hit it out of the park - Both

I don't dance - Ch

I say you can - R

There's not a chance, oh - Ch

Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor - Both

I don't dance, no - Ch (This is just the chores, you’ll see it multiple times throughout the essay, I just figured if the song is going to be in your head, go all the way right).

Two-steppin, now you're up to bat - R

Bases loaded, do your dance - R

Here we are with the baseball metaphors you’ve all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen. Girls, gays, and non-binary pals. For those who have somehow managed a sheltered existence with access to the internet, lemme help you. Ryan is talking about “loaded bases” both in the context of the game (where it shows each base has one person from Chad’s team on them) and in the term of sex. While you go out there dating - while it’s mostly douche bags and people using it ironically - your nosey friends may ask you how far you got.

“First, second, or third base?” They may ask. Or something like, “oh wow, did you get to home plate/base?” These are simply the rankings of the stages of a sexual relationship. First - kissing, sometimes just handholding, Second - making out, some light groping, Third - full on groping, no clothes come off, but it gets close. While each person has different boundaries, these are the general accepted definitions for the bases.

Home base is obviously full blown sexual intercourse. Since Chad has his “bases loaded” it means he’s done all these things before, just never gone completely to sexual intercourse with someone - in the terms of the song and the history we’ve already established, it’s most likely a male character. This is only proven by Chad’s uncomfortable nature towards Ryan (internalized Homophobia, thank you, returning theme) but his easy, and cocky personality towards everyone else. “bUt thAt DoEsnT pRovE” hush, that’s the final cherry on top. Remember this conversation.

It's easy - R

Again. Previous points have been made.

Take your best shot, just hit it - Ch

I've got what it takes, playin my game - Ch

So you better spin that pitch - Ch

You're gonna throw me, yeah - Ch

I'll show you how I swing - Ch

Ah, the famous “I’ll show you how i swing” a very strong baseball metaphor for everyone. Keeps queer people from defining themselves to dangerous (straight) people, and, well, that’s it actually. This term is mostly used by bi/pan people, though if you want to stay in the closet or are in a dangerous place, it is also used to subtly tell other queer people you are in fact, not straight. My favourite is when this term came into play when President Buchanan got elected in 1856 (for those that don’t know, he’s the first and only gay president).

You'll never know - R

Oh I know - Ch

If you never try - R

There's just one little thing - Ch

That stops me every time, yeah - Ch

This is again, the same lyric as before it doesn’t pan, and the tone is much different. The camera stays on Chad as he says this line, meaning he’s reflecting, he is now his own problem, the person that is keeping him back. His friends are not on his mind anymore, which is good, Ryan’s Gay Propaganda has been working.

Come on - Ch

I don't dance - Ch

I know you can - R

Not a chance, no, no - Ch

If I could do this, well, you could do that - R

But I don't dance - Ch

Hit it out of the park - R

I don't dance - Ch

I say you can - R

There's not a chance, oh no - Ch

Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor - Both

I don't dance, no - Ch

Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance - R

Swing it out, spin around, do the dance - R

I wanna play ball, not dance hall - Ch

I'm makin a triple, not a curtain cal - Chl

I can prove it to you til you know it's true - R

'Cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too - R

You're talkin a lot, show me what you got - Ch

Again, like the beginning of this song, this is a heavy base for flirting and sexual tension, which this song is drowning in.

Stop swinging - both

Hey - both

This is the part where they all start a flash mob in the middle of the baseball diamond. Again, alluding to the conversation I had to myself earlier, this only proves my own theory as no one takes notice of this. But, that’s not this essay, this is where I mention how close Chad and Ryan are at the end of the group dance.

Come on, swing it like this - both

Oh, swing - both

Jitterbug, just like that - both

That's what I mean, that's how you swing - both

You make a good pitch but I don't believe - both

Here is yet another (and the final) sexual innuendo. This is actually a rather quick one. Pitching in queer culture is considered the person who tops (because queer people even had to straight-ify their sex lives to “top” and “bottom”), this is the person who is giving, if you know what I’m saying.

I say you can - R

I know I can't - Ch

I don't dance - Ch

You can do it - R

I don't dance, no - Ch

Here is where that mosh pit ends, and how they get a little too close to comfort.

Nothing to it, atta boy, atta boy, yeah - both

The rest of this song is simply a mash-up of the baseball game being finished, and this lovely gem.

Now, clearly, Chad’s self conscious nature towards his sexuality is gone, he’s sitting close - if not squishing - Ryan, and talking to him like they’ve been friends forever. Take note of the change of close, most likely due to all the tension at the end of the song, and maybe a little of Chad’s own natural human curiosity built in. Now, I leave you with this note:

If there is anything that confirms all this more, its Chad’s girlfriend wearing the pride colours.

Also note: this could also be seen as a friend helping his bro discover his sexuality and fighting internalized homophobia, but, that’s ignoring the sexual tension, so go off I guess.

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