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bucksdoll · 3 months

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to go w ur recent rafe post..top and kelce meeting rafes gf for the first time n she’s so sickly sweet they’re confused on how she’s able to date rafe, has a big mouth too and LOVES to talk them. they’re too scared of rafe to completely hold the convo but they try to mumble things here and there bc if they upset her they upset rafe !!

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

overprotective!rafe x fem!reader imagine

trigger warnings : fem!reader , explicit language , drinking , mentions of drugs & alcohol , kinda ‘girly’ reader , fluff , rafe overthinking? , oblivious reader , over protective rafe , topper and kelce being absolutely AWFUL liars/actors , reader is friends with sarah , ward is mentioned (🤮🤮🤮)

summary : topper and kelce are tired of rafes new girlfriend stealing the spotlight, so they invite her to boys night to see why she’s so special.

authors note : THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !! i love this idea, i hope i did it justice :). feel free to drop more requests my way ppl, i write for other obx characters too !! also lmk if i missed any warnings please.

english is not my first language, forgive me

BRIEFLY proofread

rafe, kelce, and topper had a planned ‘boys night’. they’d hangout almost everyday, but on these planned nights, probably once or twice a month, they’d have a more ‘extra’ hangout. they’d go to tanneyhill (or one of the other boys houses), and watch sports or movies on huge screens with overloads of snacks and alcohol (and probably drugs too), and just hang out.

when rafe first announced to them he had gotten a girlfriend, they weren’t shocked. rafe had gotten himself many ‘girlfriends’ over the time they’d known him, but most of them lasted no more than a few weeks. they’d put on their usual show of being mad, all the ‘you better not abandon us because you’re pussy whipped’ shit, never expecting it to actually become a problem.

but, it actually did this time. you two had been dating for almost 2 months now, not a super long time but definitely longer than his past relationships. he would easily skimp out on plans with the boys, saying you wanted him to come over or the two of you had plans. and it wasn’t just you orchestrating everything, they noticed how rafe was starting to initiate plans with you too, saying he was leaving to go surprise you after you got off work etc. right in the middle of hanging out with them. they were fine with it at first, but now it was getting a little annoying.

so, they told rafe to invite you to boys night. it was scheduled to be at tanneyhill this time, so they figured when you got bored you’d leave rafe with them and go to hang out with sarah or something. it wasn’t thought out very much beyond that, but they knew you were friends with sarah, and because it was scheduled at rafes house, they didn’t figure he could escape it.

he argued at first, saying you probably weren’t going to want to go, and you might be busy that night, but after they convinced him to ask you, and you said yes, all plans were a go.

you were excited, honestly. you had picked out your outfit the day before (even though it was just a hangout with your boyfriends friends, and your outfit was just a casual dress). rafe barely let you wear that, insisting you were going to be uncomfortable, and that it was just a hangout. but you wanted to make a good first impression (plus you’d take any excuse to play dress up). you got dolled up a little, threw some jewelry on, and the two of you headed over to tanney hill.

you two walked down into the cameron’s tv hangout area. it wasn’t their main living room, it was in the basement and it was more of an ‘indoor movie theater’ vibe. it had a long black leather sectional, a few bean bag chairs, and a large wooden coffee table. it was filled with snacks; chips, nachos, charcuterie board (the kind they sell at the store), popcorn, candy, etc. off to the side of the room you could see a mini fridge, which kelce and topper were standing near, assumingly ‘getting the party started’, as there was most likely not water in that fridge.

when you hit the bottom step and they locked eyes with you, their jaws almost comedically dropped. you waved at them excitedly, your face lighting up, and rafe just smiled at them, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

you practically ran over to them, and their faces remained shocked.

“hi! it’s so nice to finally meet you guys!! rafe has told me sooo much.” you blabbered out, following that by introducing yourself. you were twitchy, not in a nervous way, but in a ‘barely containing your excitement’ way. you shifted your weight from foot to foot and topper genuinely thought you would’ve started jumping up and down if you got any more excited. your loose curls bounced as you moved, and the bottom of your dress swayed.

“hey..” they were still at a loss for words, even more stunned at your energy than your looks. but their minds quickly came back to them when rafe wandered over, practically shoving them out of the way and bending down to grab a drink out of the fridge. they looked at him as he stood back up and rafe just smiled at them again, but it wasn’t a good smile, rafes never were. it was a threatening one.

little did they know how much rafe dreaded this. rafe barely let you come in the first place. you had agreed to it over text, but the second he got to talk to you face to face he pleaded for you to pull out of the plans. rafe was still stunned how he managed to keep a girl like you for this long; you were practically a princess, you were overly sweet, outgoing, girly, you had straight a’s, and you were so sickly innocent too. you were pretty much the exact opposite of rafe. and he tried his best to hide that fact, especially after he realized you were sticking around.

he stopped going to parties (for the most part) unless there was an extremely necessary reason for him to go. he spent as much time with you as he could. he’d pamper you; buying you gifts, surprising you at work, driving you everywhere you wanted to go, taking you out for expensive and romantic dinners, etc. he was committed to making this work. he knew you didn’t care, he knew that you’d love him no matter what, but he felt the need to upkeep a pristine image for you. and that’s where the boys came in. normally he’d flaunt his new girl, bring her to all the parties he went to, show her off, brag about her. but he wanted to keep you all to himself. he thought topper and kelce were ‘too rowdy’, and too much for you in general, so he kept his friends and you separate. he only ever talked about them, never showed you them. till now, of course.

you stood there, biting your lip in anticipation, still waiting for them to say literally anything other than hey. when rafe shot them another look, they did. he wanted them to atleast say something. rafe knew you had been anticipating meeting his friends, and he knew how excited you were to talk to them. he’d entertain it for a minute or so, because the boys blowing you off or being dicks to you would probably piss him off even more than them overly talking to you.

“oh uh, i’m topper and this is kelce.” topper let out, clearly holding his breath a little. they both swallowed thickly, sharing each other glances, not knowing what to do next. thankfully, rafe seemed to have more than enough of you three interacting at that point, and tugged you over to the couch with him.

“sorry, i’ll be right back.” you apologetically laughed before turning and letting rafe tug you the rest of the way back to the couch.

rafe put a protective hand on your ass as you walked, sharing the boys a glance, and they very quickly turned to face the wall, muttering many renditions of ‘what the fuck dude’ and ‘what are we supposed to do’s under their breaths.

rafe tucked you into the corner of the couch, pulling a throw blanket off the back and gently covering you with it along with putting a few pillows around you.

“you comfy?” he mumbled, and you barely heard him with how much he was grimacing.

“yea baby thank you, but i wasn’t done talkin-“

“no, you were done.” he met your eyes, and before a frown could form on your mouth, he quickly added;

“you can talk to ‘em more later. aight?” and that was it.

rafe eventually got comfy beside you, only after getting you any snack or beverage you wanted from the assortment of options. kelce and topper settled too, sitting very far away from you both in the two bean bag chairs. if rafe hadn’t completely blocked your sight of them, you would’ve definitely thought they didn’t like you or something.

the movie they had decided on (some random comedy) came and went. it was only a few minutes before the end when rafes phone started to buzz in his pocket. he ignored it for the first few buzzes, but when he realized they weren’t giving up, he pulled it out. it was ward.

“hey baby, i’m so sorry, i gotta take this, you can stand upstairs and wait for me it really shouldn’t be long i-“

“you’re totally fine rafe, go ahead babe. i’m good here.” you quickly reassured, smiling at him. and he quickly ran up and out of the basement, not before shooting a lethal look towards kelce and topper.

the movie ended soon after, and you were left with the awkward playing of the credits song. after a few uncomfortable minutes, you stood up and decided to take actions into your own hands, seeing they weren’t going to talk to you.

you wandered over to topper and kelce, who quickly looked away from you as soon as you started towards them. kelce struggled to pull his phone out of his shorts pocket, which proved to be more difficult than he had expected, so he quickly switched to awkwardly holding his hands together in his lap. topper on the other hand was making it painfully obvious he was trying to look at you, practically breaking his kneck to look in the opposite direction.

“hey guys!” you smiled at them, sweet as ever, holding you hands behind your back. “so, tell me about yourselves! i mean ive heard soooo much from rafe, but like, tell me from your perspectives ya know? i heard you two like golf, my dad actually-“

“you know.. we actually gotta go.. for a smoke break!” kelce interrupted before you could get too much of a conversation started.

“oh shit yea! we reeeeally gotta go for a smoke break.” topper said as he snapped his head towards kelce, instantly relieved that he came up with an out.

“but i-“

“we are really sooooo sorry.” topper sarcastically reassured, smiling at you as the two of them practically threw themselves out of their seats, walking backwards in the direction of the stairs, tripping over each other a little on the way there.

“yea we are sososososo sorry.” kelce added, hoping to be convincing enough.

“oh, okay! can i come-“

“you should really go check on rafe actually! he’s been gone for a whiiiile now.. i sure hope he’s okay…” topper added, over exaggerating to hopefully get your attention elsewhere. rafe hadn’t even been gone for 10 minutes. you looked down at your feet as you over thought the idea, and when you looked back up to thank them for reminding you, they were long gone.

#obx #outer banks #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx imagine #obx cast #obx smut #fanfic #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic

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depressopax · 2 months

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The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.”

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?”

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t.

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed.

“Maybe I like you too?”

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush.

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.”

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork.

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly.

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.”

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking.

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…”

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her.

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss.

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.”

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.”

“Sure seems like it.”

He left the car and you had to run after him.

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.”

He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.”

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?”

He squeezed your shoulder.

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled.

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him.

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.”

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all.

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that.

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place.

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind.

“Mike…”

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.”

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”

And then…

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words.

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks.

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice. “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!”

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.”

“Alright… Shoot.”

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…”

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this.

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…”

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

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newplayingsmash · 11 months

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Regarding “¡Oye! ¡Primos!”

As a Mexican, yes, my first gripe with the show was the terrible title used. And in second place, the horrible, horrible artstyle.

The main idea of a group of cousins in the house? Yes, it’s relatable, you can have things like that happen with some sides of the family, so that one was a good choice.

“Terremoto” being the name of the town was... a very weird choice. It’s not really racist as much as eyebrow-rising, since it takes place in Los Angeles, but still...

And the names of the characters, despite some of them being dumb, they aren’t really inaccurate. “Cuquita” can be used to call a cockroach, yes, but it’s also an existing nickname. “Gordita” is again, accurate, if questionable to use. Maybe the joke is that the girl is actually slim? Or it has to do with the food named Gordita?

Also “Nacho” and “Nachito”. Real way to call someone named “Ignacio”. Having two characters with the same name seems creatively dumb, but maybe there’s an in-universe reason?

Really, if Disney would have kept their mouths shut and didn’t respond to criticism with idiocy like “Well, language is fluid!” or “This is attacking diaspora!” then the vitriol wouldn’t be so high. At most, it seemed very “meh”. I would give it the benefit of the doubt.

Would. Until I saw things like this shit:

Yeah, the moment you use the word “Latinx”, you immediately made yourself an enemy out of the vast majority of the latin american community.

Including me.

A la mierda con esto. Voy a ver Mucha Lucha.

#yay discourse #pinches gringos pendejos #oye primos

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therealvinelle · 4 months

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Now you have once again been held at gunpoint by a Tumblr fan who loves you deep down. If you were forced to have dinner and stay for a night with a *main character* from Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul, then who would you rather be with? Which would be the least ideal for this "romantic" night? (The qualified characters as the answer: Walt, Skyler, Jesse, Walt Jr., Hank, Marie, Todd, Lydia, Jimmy/Saul, Mike, Kim, Nacho, Howard, Gus, Chuck, and Lalo)

Thank you again if this question is absurd.

Kim, Howard, Marie, Hank, in that order (Walt Jr. is off the list on account of being a teenager in the show, I am in my mid-twenties). None of them would kill me nor is being in their presence likely to make the wrong people take an interest in me.

Chuck, Skyler, Mike, and Nacho are not immediate lethal choices, but I still wouldn't choose any of them because Chuck is dreadful, Skyler would complain (rightfully) about her husband, Mike would be profoundly unimpressed by my choice of restaurant and wish he was hanging out with his granddaughter instead, and Nacho might try to keep his double lives separate but someone he knows would absolutely burst into the venue mid-meal and now I know things I shouldn't. Gus... technically is on this list, if I'm not a threat to him, if I don't know anything, then he is competent enough to ensure no one knows I exist either, but the man is clearly gay and also deeply terrifying, I'd spend our date hyperventilating in the bathroom.

As for the worst options:

Todd is the absolute worst option I could go with, I would wind up in a torture dungeon. Specifically, Todd is a very creepy gentleman as he escorts me out to my car (which I try to decline), then I'm chloroformed and I wake up handcuffed to a radiator with Todd smiling down at me. Jimmy is either giving me the Saul Goodman routine and I have a terrible time, or he is on this date because he misses Kim in which case I still have a terrible time. Lydia is only on this date because she wants Mike to think she's a lesbian, so that he won't hate crime the LGBT community by killing a lesbian woman and I spend the date being offered an increasing sum of money to make out with her publicly. I feel uncomfortable and decline, she storms out (hoping this now looks like a lovers' quarrel).

Walt is on this date because he wants to prove he's a big fish, he's Heisenberg, he's a very impressive man, he can get anything he wants, and that includes younger Scandinavian women. I talk about my cats and show him my Ao3 profile to fend him off, only his ego is bruised once he realizes the younger woman is a fucking loser. He leaves the restaurant in an impotent rage, then follows me home and shoots me dead for humiliating him like this.

#breaking bad #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad headcanons #breaking bad meta

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angrylesbianstereotype · 2 years

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Disclaimer this doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to love the show or dick around on the internet ab the show p.s. I’m not the first person to broach this topic p.p.s. I’m white so I’m not the authority on this either but as long as Breaking Bad is having its resurgence I do feel like we ought to just take a moment and acknowledge that yes, Breaking Bad was racist, often, consistently, and at the expense of both its themes and the standards that it set for itself in terms of quality. Like obviously a show shouldn’t need a reason to Not Be Racist other than Not Being Racist but the racism did also make the writing worse. Andrea was the only female character I ever felt that BrBa/BCS did dirty, and specifically in relation to her status as a woman of color. Her death is similar contextually to Jane’s, but unlike Jane, her character is never fleshed out beyond Mother and Girlfriend, and her death doesn’t propel the narrative at all. She is fridged only to pad out Jesse’s misery, as if he hadn’t already been put through enough to evoke the audience’s sympathy ten times over. There was of course the stupid piss-tinted filter they would slap on when the characters were supposed to be in Mexico, the clown car of one-dimensional Latino villains, and while I feel that Nacho’s death served the narrative well, it felt to me at least that he got stiffed on screen time in proportion to the other main characters prior to his being killed off. Also something kind of hypocritical ab having your show act as a deconstruction and condemnation of white masculinity only to then have said show relegate its characters of color to either background fodder or Chick tract villains.

#breaking bad #brba #better call saul #bcs #racism discourse #fandom meta #misogynoir #andrea cantillo #nacho varga #jesse pinkman #jane margolis

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 28 days

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The Gym Membership - Part 36 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla spends time with the girls; while the guys continue their axe throwing.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

It took me a little long to edit this part, simply because I got caught up watching a movie. LOL. I know shameful.

Anyhew, enjoy.

Love oo

Warnings: Liquor, intoxication (please enjoy responsibly and do not drink and handle weaponry of any kind. These are fictional characters, if they hurt someone, I can just backspace. There's no backspace in real life), axe throwing discussions, drinking, innuendo, discussions of objectifying male bodies (the girls discussing their husbands/boyfriends), discussions of feelings, feelings of guilt. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Rob spun the axe in his hand, before throwing it at the target. This was his and Crosshair’s tenth match; and right now the score was 9:1, mainly because Crosshair felt the guy should’ve at least won one.

With each loss, Rob was getting more and more agitated while Crosshair kept taunting him, it was childish. Honestly, I was shocked to see these two acting like a couple of children. After a while, I walked over to the girls who were sitting at one of the tables drinking beer, eating some fries and nachos.

I sat beside Mel, popping in one of the fries from the table. I ordered a drink from the waitress, as I glanced around the table, enjoying the fact that everyone here was here for only one reason, to celebrate Avery’s accomplishments.

“Having fun Layla?” Mel asked as she took a sip of some proper beer, now that she was no longer breastfeeding Violet and Iris was comfortable enough to be with a babysitter that wasn’t family, not to mention it’d been a while since she and Wrecker had a night out. She was trying her best not to get too drunk, but watching Wrecker’s muscles flex, as he tossed the axe against the target, was making it very difficult not to just let her inhibitions go completely reckless.

“I was until those two started acting like fools.” I motioned over my shoulder, to the two just in their own world. “Regardless, I’m glad everyone’s here for Avery.”

Mel reached over and rubbed Layla’s back, stroking her hair, “Of course, sweetie. We’ll always turn up for you and for Avery.”

“You know …” Zai motioned her hand, swaying it a little, she was a tiny bit tipsy. “When you get two men interested in the same woman, you’re going to have childish rivalry” she smirked as she popped a fry into her mouth, followed by another shot of tequila. “Am I wrong, ladies?” She directed the question to Mel, Sofie, and Layla; the three simply nodded as they each took a sip of their beer.

“I’m sure you’re wrong. Crosshair has disliked me for a long time, and I’ve certainly given him enough reasons to hate me. I mean we are just now on speaking terms, and … okay, yes things have gotten better. We are talking and texting more, but … that doesn’t necessarily mean … you know … I mean he was married to my sister. You’re way off base.” I clarified, waving my hand aside as I drank down my whiskey in one gulp, too nervous and too mortified my feelings may have seeped through. I motioned to the waitress ordering a refill, I needed another one to calm down my racing heart, the last thing I needed was for them to misunderstand our relationship. Plus, she was clearly drunk, and not thinking clearly.

“Hmmm. Well, if you’re so sure, then can you explain why he keeps glancing over here to see if you’re paying attention?” Sofie teased as she took a sip of her drink.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Crosshair’s eyes focused on his target, even from where I sat, I could tell they were penetrating and fully engrossed in his task. His muscles flexed under his shirt as he moved his arms, his biceps bulging from the slight movement. His jaw shifting ever so slightly as he chewed his toothpick, swishing it from one side to the other as he grinned a self-satisfying smirk at Rob. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull my eyes away, as I took note of how his long fingers gripped the handle of the axe, how his forefinger and middle finger straightened completely as he released the axe from his hand, and slowly curled into his palm.

“Seems like something caught your eye, or maybe someone?” Mel chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows, her lips pulling into the warmest and most comforting smile I’d seen in a long time. I don’t know how to explain it, but she felt like family to me already. “Hey, I don’t blame you, Crosshair is a very attractive man, with a heart of gold. However, not that I’m disparaging against Cross, but have you seen my man, Wrecker’s arms?” She turned and was not ashamed to be ogling her husband, as she pointed out her favourite parts, “I mean look at how my man’s arms ripple with every movement. Look at that back, ”

“Easy Mel, don’t want to see you drool.”

“Shut up, Zai. Like you’re not watching Hunter with eagle eyes, and admiring his own form.” Mel laughed as she glanced over to Zai, her cheeks and ears turning a deep pink, while Zai’s smiling pout and blush adorned her own features.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t. Just saying no one needs to see you drool. Plus,” Zai turned her head to admire her own man, “look how his hair falls perfectly every time he shifts, the way his stance brings out his thick thighs, and his tapered waist …” She couldn’t help chewing her thumbnail as she eyed Hunter up and down.

“I think Mel’s not the only one who needs a napkin” Sofie giggled as she handed a napkin to each of the girls.

“Well, I’m sure you’re keeping your eye on Echo too, right?” I teased, enjoying how friendly they were amongst themselves. It was enjoyable to find women that didn’t judge me, didn’t make me feel less than I should’ve simply because I was pretty, or because I wasn’t like other women who enjoyed gossiping or trying to meddle.

“Of course, look at the way he moves …” Sofie’s eyes focused fully on Echo, as they shone with pure joy, “He moves with purpose, elegance, and determination; and not just when he’s standing there throwing an axe; when he’s dancing he’s the most graceful dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Are we talking vertical or horizontal dancing?” Zai teased, laughing as she took another swig of her beer.

Sofie hid her face behind her glass, laughing, as Mel and Zai continued to tease her nonstop about Echo, as my eyes fell back over to Crosshair, watching as he and Rob had fallen into some sort of heated debate.

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The Movie

Under a cut because I don't know how to spoiler tag this, and I will spoil all of it. I know it's called "Awakening" in some markets, but not where I watched it so it wouldn't occur to me to block it if I were wanting to avoid spoilers, and it's a stupid title anyway.

What I will say without spoilers is: The concessions area in the Belgian cinema I was in was something else. They scan your ticket, and then you walk essentially into a small supermarket full of all sorts of snacks, including popcorn and nachos, but also bags of chips, sausage, cheese, sushi and some merch. Then you walk past cash registers and pay there before you get to your actual movie. Fun experience, but sadly the nachos didn't taste great and, according to my sister, the popcorn was kind of stale.

After that, there was a huge activity area where small children could take pictures together with cardboard cutouts, and makeup artists were painting Ladybug and Chat Noir masks on their faces. That was very adorable.

On to the movie!

Yeah, it was fine! I had a good time watching it. I really recommend watching it on a big screen if you have the chance (RIP to Americans), because the main point of the movie is that it looks really pretty. And it does! It's all so, so pretty!

The characters are all adorable. The city is way more beautiful, and it feels big and alive in a way the show could never match. The special effects are great, the fights are really nice, the scenery is amazing and the animation is so full of life!

Story-wise, I'd say it's okay. I know there are people on Twitter who say that the movie is way better than the show. These people are insane. The movie story is good, but to fit it all in, it has to squash and compress everything in ways that don't always make sense. It's very clear that this material wasn't meant for a movie. For example, exactly one character gets anything approaching a full character arc, and it's Gabriel Agreste of all people. Happens very randomly, too.

In a lot of ways, I feel like you could have done more with this. The bit of conflict that Ladybug and Chat Noir briefly develop is kind of stupid and easily forgotten. The songs (you knew this was a musical, right?) are beautifully animated, but they feel a bit perfunctory. Many of them feel more like "Let's put an I-want song here because that's how musicals go" rather than really motivated based on characters.

I don't think that's a huge problem. The charming qualities of the movie easily carry it over all the stuff that isn't that well developed. But if you ask me what the point of the movie was, the specific main story or the specific main idea, I couldn't answer. The movie doesn't really have anything like that. It is Miraculous Ladybug: The Movie, for better or worse, and it's mainly an excuse to give us beautifully rendered charming sequences tied together with the bare minimum of string to make the plot work.

Again, all that sounds so negative, but that's just because it's easier to write about the things that didn't quite work in the story department than about the great visuals and how much I just loved seeing the characters. The reality is that this movie isn't a big revelation, it isn't a much better reimagination, it's just a nice, very pretty movie that shows us stuff we already like done exceptionally well. In my opinion it was well worth the admission and the drive to Liège, and I can totally recommend it.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug movie #ml awakening #ml awakening spoilers

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You Must Be This Tall

The amount of research about rollercoaster accidents for this. The amount of copying the transcript I did for this. The amount scrolling through the timeline I did for this. I swear to god if this fails I'm going to lose my shit. (I wouldn't blame you if you didn't read it. It kinda goes from 0-100 real quick. I did get kind of lazy with the end but I didn't want to go as gruesome as the original draft did.

TW: Depictions of roller coaster accident, panic symptoms, shitty friends, copy of transcript for Vincent's Valenweek Flashback Audio, Cursing, Some simping, Angst, Not beta read we die like Vincent's Stranger, GN Listener Character, Listener Character Death, Typos.

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Summary: Come. Come one, come all. You must be this tall to ride this ride, at the carnival. It's all fun and games until somebody falls.

The park was filled with the sounds of life, all kinds. Laughter, screams, too-loud music, carnival games, all of it. Sizzling of overpriced and sugar filled fairground food covered any smell of vomit from the unfortunate participants of the more active rides.

They wandered amongst their five other friends, all arms looped together to prevent getting lost. The sun was still half above horizon, but the extra lights of the amusement park were activating. The closer they got to the food stands, the stronger the smell of half burnt sugar and grease became. With the wonderful undertone of cigarettes. Yum…

“Hannah! We should get some nachos or something.” One of their friends shouted over the music blasting from a nearby stall. They squinted, searching through the attempts at attention grabbing to seek out the requested food. They were sure one of the food stalls had to sell nachos, even if that wasn’t the main focus. Their own stomach grumbled malcontentedly despite the corn dog they had consumed only half an hour prior.

“No way! I wanna splurge on sugar. Get all the good shit that we can’t get back home.” Hannah shouted back. They kind of wished that the music would lessen a little bit. Their eardrums were still thrumming from the earlier ride they had all participated in. The group walked past a wailing child and a too-tired father trying to convince the child to leave whatever had them so distraught.

“We coulda gone to Disneyland.” They muttered under their breath. Mike, who held on tightly to their left arm, nudged them with a crooked grin plastered on his lips. The light from the passing sign glinted off of the metal ring locked into the middle of his bottom lip.

“Don’t be such a sourpuss. Wonderworld is cheaper than Disneyland and it’s got newer attractions.” He answered. They pushed his face away from them with an open palm, even as the corners of their own lips tugged into a grin. He certainly had a point. Two, as it were. Wonderworld was introducing new rides, so the prices were low as they tried to get as much attention as possible. They couldn’t blame the amusement park, but a headache was tapping at the base of their skull. They could suck it up until they got home to take some aspirin though.

“Call me a sourpuss and I’ll shove pizza so far down your throat that not even going on the Surge can force it back up.” They retorted. Mike laughed and linked his hand with theirs to swing it back and forth. It took several minutes of searching before they were able to locate a stall that sold something everyone wanted or could at least settle for eating.

“What ride should we go on next?” Hannah asked as she bit into some colorful teeth-rotting monstrosity. They shrugged, sucking on the red and white striped straw. Too-sweet slushie lighted on their tastebuds and their pupils dilated a few seconds later as the stream of glucose settled into their bloodstream. An involuntary smile pressed into their lips.

“Let’s see. We already went to the bumper cars, ferris wheel, merry-go-round, and the swinging pirate ship.” Jason said, counting off as he crumpled up a hamburger wrapper, his food settled on a napkin. They watched as the stringed lights reflected off the silver coloring of the waxy paper.

“We need to go on a classic roller coaster.” Mike decided and they pushed their straw around to even out their treat so they could suck it up the straw easier. They were content with letting their friend group decide the next ride, too preoccupied with the current task to actually listen.

“Which one? There’s Night Stream, Gran Lunda, Raincage, Surge, and Treasure Cyclone.” Terra said, licking the salt from her fries from her fingers. They missed the glance that Mike sent towards them, as well as the devious smiles that spread over the rest of their friend group’s face. It took Mia nudging them to get their attention.

“Huh? Did we decide on something?” They asked, licking their lips with their stained tongue.

“It’s Valentines Day tomorrow.” Mike said, lips twisted into a smirk. They nodded slowly, not sure they really liked where this was heading. “And the only single here, you need to live wildly before the reminder day.” I have a bad feeling about this. “So we dare you to go on a ride by yourself to commiserate.” He finished. They set the drink down.

“Which one? The spinning one?” They asked, brow creasing. Hannah shook her head.

“The Surge.” She answered. They stood up from where they sat, eyes surveying the park to seek out which ride had been dubbed as such. The smile dropped from their face as they caught sight of the lit up sign in front of an steep arch of track. Their stomach clenched painfully and the headache felt closer.

“Nuh-uh. No way.” They said, shaking their head quickly sitting back down. Jason groaned and tossed the rolled up wrapper in their direction.

“Don’t be a pussy. Just go on it.” He drawled. They sent him a glare and shook their head again. Hannah laughed alongside Mike. They tried to ignore the ache of hurt that raced through them at the same speed they were sure the coaster car would go down the decline.

“I don’t like rollercoasters like that.” They whispered, but the words were lost under the sounds surrounding them.

They protested throughout the entire journey towards the wait queue. Mike pushed them towards the line and they shuffled towards it, each step feeling too heavy. The music seemed to fade into the far background as their ears filled with the sound of their heartbeat and the rollercoaster in front of them. The chugging machinery and clanking ride chains that pulled the carts along at a hurtling speed. The screams seemed more terror filled than adrenaline rushed to their ears. Oh god oh god oh god.

“Well you look terrified.” A friendly voice sounded next to their ear. They turned around quickly to see who the offender had been. A boy that seemed close to their age held his hands in front of him in surrender, a laugh dancing on his voice. “Sorry. I’m not trying to call you out or anything but…” Their gaze sharpened, even as their knees felt weak. “I-I-I mean, you kind of do.” He finished, hands dropping. They swallowed, their throat dry.

“It’s that obvious, huh?” They said, calling out over the sound of the fast-paced music and the announcer’s voice.

“I mean, if you don’t mind me asking, if you are terrified of the ride… then why are you gonna ride on it? Alone no less.” He asked, hands sliding into his hoodie pocket. They wondered if they should really share the stupid reason their friends had provided for making them go on this bloody ride.

“My friends dared me to go.” They said, simplifying and shortening the explanation down. No need to dump on a stranger.

“Ah. Gotcha.” He said, nodding his head sagely. “No offense, but your friends kind of sound like assholes for daring you then. Where are they?” He asked. They raised an arm, pointing to where the five other members of their friend group stood, giggling amongst themselves. Assholes indeed.

“They’re just watching.” They mumbled, the sound of metal on metal racing overhead making them cringe. The stranger followed their hand.

“Is that them over there?” He asked. They nodded in confirmation and dropped their upraised arm. “Dicks.” He added, coaxing a small laugh from them. He looked back, eyes brighter at the sound and continued. “It’s all good. You’ll show them, and then you can tell them they’re the scared ones for trying to make you do it alone.” He paused, almost looking sheepish for a half second. “Plus you’re not alone. You got me.”

Warmth rushed up their neck and tickled the tips of their ears. He sounded so heartfelt. “What about you? Did your friends do something of the same?” They asked hurriedly, spurring a chuckle to leave his lips.

“No. I’m-I’m I’m kind of the opposite. I’m the only one of my friends who wanted to ride on this one again.” He said, shrugging. They stared at him. Again? He wanted to go AGAIN? Oh my god. “So they’re all over on the other side of the park.”

“Other… side?” They said slowly. Them and their friends had been lingering in one main area of the park, not having fully wandered through to explore. Probably not the most efficient or whatever, but in the beginning it had just been so exciting.

“Yeah. They’re fucking around in that um, that big gift shop near the entrance until I’m done,” They could recall seeing that on the rushed entrance in. Maybe they should see if there was anything worth taking back home as a souvenir. If it was still open by the time they left. “But I really liked the ride. I wanted to do it one last time before we head out.” So he’s nuts. Why are all the pretty ones nuts?

And he was pretty. His smile right now was sympathetic, but the way his lips curved into it was almost contagious. If fear wasn’t making their stomach feel cold - and not from the slushie earlier - they probably would have been smiling back at him.

“I mean, we drove a long way to get here so…” His voice said, leaving the sentence open-ended.The queue moved forward, pulling them closer to the coaster and they inhaled sharply. The stranger quickly started up speaking again. “And the line’s finally short now that the park’s getting ready to close,” Yeah. Not exactly a great thing in my book, handsome stranger. “Plus I get to ride it in the dark which is pretty cool.” Definitely not a great thing in my book. He chuckled again. If it had been a full laugh it would have probably allured a giggle from their throat.

“It’s that fun that you’d want to ride it in the dark?” They said, doubt coloring their words more than a three year old with a marker and a blank wall. He shrugged again, his posture relaxing further.

“Well I mean… I-I loved it. I thought it was an awesome ride.” Considering his definition of cool or fun, they were pretty sure that they wouldn’t think the same. Their shoulder hunched up and he spoke up again, pulling their attention back to his words and face. Lovely face. “What part of roller coasters scares you? Like is it something specific like loops, or heights, or-“

“All of it. Everything.” They interrupted, voice rush and pitched an octave higher as the line drew them closer to the ride.

“Or all of it. Okay.” He laughed again. That made it a little better. Just a little. “Well, I’m not gonna lie… you’re probably not gonna have a great time then.” Really Captain obvious? “It’s a lot.” He added. They gaped up at the twists and turns of metal tracks above and decided that was the understatement of the fucking year. His voice pulled their focus back.

“I-I mean… I mean personally I’m not huge on, like, drops. Like… like I hate those drop rides. The ones that just go up and down so um…” He paused for a second to consider before going on. He was talkative, huh? “So-So the first drop you go over is kind of scary. I mean, for me at least because it’s-it’s really vertical.”

They looked back up at the roller coaster and the tall arch near the station. They were pretty sure the gulp they made was audible, even over the ambience.

“I mean, it feels like it’s like… ninety degrees. So it kind of feels like one of those rides… for a sec, when you come over the crest of the hill.” Was it difficult to breath or was that just them? “But I mea, then the feeling goes away almost immediately because then you’re like, facing the direction you’re going if that makes sense.” They looked at him, their expression pained. Words seemed to get caught in their throat. “Like, you’re not dropping. I mean like… you’re, like, facing the ground as you head towards it.” I think I’m going to be sick.

“This does not seem to be helping. Okay. I’ll shut up.” He said, laughing. The corners of their lips twitched in response, but they couldn’t muster a full smile. Not even for social obligation. “Hey, you can look at it this way. I mean, this is the biggest, baddest rollercoaster this park has to offer so once you’ve ridden it, you’ve won. You know? You cut the thing off at the head.” Like a hydra. Except once you cut the head off of a hydra, more sprout up in its place. It’s never-ending. Like my panic and dread over this. “Have any of your friend ridden it?” He asked.

“No.” They croaked out, their hands growing clammy. “We were trying to figure out our next ride when they had their brilliant dare.” Sarcasm at its finest. He laughed at the words and they attempted a smile again, although were more that doubtful about their level of success in the endeavor.

“Well see, now you get to be the one who says you actually rode it. Plus since they’re not going, they don’t get to see how bad it scares you.” They straightened a little at that, considering his words. The stranger seemed to notice because he continued on, a smile on his face and in his voice. “Yeah, so when you walk out of the exit and march up to them, you just put on that confident mask and you rub it in their face.” They were more confident in their smile at this attempt.

“If I walk out. I’ll likely die before I get that chance.” They replied cheekily, provoking another laugh.

“Come on, what do you mean if you walk out? Nothing bad’s gonna happen.” Famous last words, but whatever you say. “Rollercoasters have been around forever,” Only since July 8th, 1817. Not quite ‘forever’ in the grand scheme of things. But continue on, handsome stranger. “It’s almost never been an accident. I mean, you were a million times more likely to get hurt on the drive over to the park than anything here. Least of all this ride.” They cocked an eyebrow doubtfully, but didn’t interrupt him.

“I mean, it’s new so it’s got all the latest safety crap,” Not crap. It’s useful. “You’re fine. I mean, honestly, usually the only time people get hurt on rides is because they did something stupid like… taking off the belt or standing up or something. It’s almost always the person’s fault. Not the ride.” He was a ride apologist through and through. “You know, just keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the car at all times. You got this, I promise.”

The line moved closer and the car, now filled, set down the track. Their breath suddenly turned shallower. The stranger nudged their arm gently with his elbow, moving closer and lowering his voice a little.

“Come on. You can’t let them see you’re scared. You know they’re looking.” It was a goad, and it worked. At least their spite was firmly in place, even amongst their fear, dread, and rising panic. They rubbed at their face, and when they dropped their hands they changed their expression. Brows pulled down into a determined line and a shaky smile cemented onto their lips. “There we go.”

“Any better? Am I radiating confidence like an old leaky radiator supplies water damage to hardwood flooring?” They said, their voice as quiet as they could manage while still letting the stranger hear them.

“Yes. You look very confident.” He said, another laugh spilling from his curved lips. They snickered along side him. “From a distance away. I mean, you still look terrified in the eyes, but hey. They can’t see that far, so that’s okay.” He took a step back to dodge the kick they sent towards his boots.

“Hey.. I don’t mean to make this more awkward. But, if you’re able…” Their voice trailed off as their gaze dropped the the ground beneath their feet and the littered garbage sprinkled along it.

“Yeah I’ll ride with you.” He said, easily picking on the unfinished request. They lifted their head again, the smile this time not an attempt at projecting faux confidence, but rather grateful. “I mean, we’re both single riders. You know… might as well.”

“Oh! Since you’re the resident Surge expert, how big are the rows? I’m guessing it’s two. Unless you’re fucking with me.”

“Yeah it’s-it’s a two-seat wide one,” Oh thank fuck. If I was going to need to sit next to a real stranger while freaking out about the ride, that would make it so much worse. At least he’ll have some warning of my impending freak out. “Which is such a pain in the ass if you come here with three people.” My group is six people in total… “You have to keep rotating who gets stuck next to a stranger. If. Sometimes you end up riding solo. I mean, it depends how busy the line is and stuff.”

They glanced back at the remainder of the line behind them - they didn’t want to see how close the loading station was to them by now - and the chances of someone near the end riding solo in one of the two-seat rows seemed likely. They felt bad for that person if they shared the same fear.

“Sounds like you have experience with that as well.” They mumbled. He nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here with two of my friends. And they’re a couple, so I have the please of not only third wheeling in general, but uh then also having to break up the happy couple seating wise everything I’m sick and tired of sitting by myself.” There was a small tinge of bitterness in his jovial tone. Which was the most bitter they had heard him. Even when insulting their friends. But they inhaled sharply at the awkward interactions and experiences he must have been having to deal with throughout the evening and night.

“I’m sorry. That must suck ass.” They said, glad to be the one giving sympathy for once in this conversation. He laughed again.

“No, they’re good with it. I’m just bitching. I mean, they’re both my friends and they were before they started dating, so we’re all good,” That still didn’t necessarily alleviate the awkwardness. “But still, I feel like they should be able to sit next to each other most of the time since they are, in fact, together.” He shrugged his shoulders, hands now fidgeting with his hoodie strings.

Their gaze dropped to watch the soft flexing of the tendons under his skin and the liquid movements of his fingers as it pressed into the tightly stitched together fabric of the strings. Damn, he had nice hands…

“Still sounds awkward though. But I get it. I’m the single friend in my friend group too.” They replied and his head quickly bobbed in a nod of agreement.

“Yeah, these places are really only made for couples… or families, I guess. But even then, you better have an even number or you’re still fucked,” Wait… why is the line moving faster? “Some parks do have that single rider line thing, but then you don’t end up on the same cycle as your friends so then you’re having to wait for them,” Oh god. The next cycle is us, isn’t it? I don’t want to be here. Please don’t make me be here. I should have stayed home. Fuck this shit. “Or they’re having to wait for you which, I mean, isn’t a big deal I guess… but I don’t know.” He sighed. I don’t want to go on the next cycle. Why can’t the park close before it’s our turn? Will it close before our turn? Please close. Please.

“It’s not working, is it?” He said, voice a mix of teasing and disappointment. They turned to face him.

“What isn’t?” They asked, hands twisting together. He gestured towards the coaster ahead.

“Me trying to distract you by talking.” He said. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. A laugh bubbled out of their throat. It sounded a little strangled, but he matched it nonetheless. “I’m trying. I’m sorry.” He said, humor still dancing on his voice. They liked the way that his laugh seemed to hold little dance parties on his tongue when he spoke. It was endearing.

“The closer we keep getting to the front of the line, the more panicked you look.” What was less endearing was the way he kept consistently calling them out without a moment of reprieve. “It’s okay. Really. I mean, you might even have fun,horrific a thought as that might be.” He wasn’t able to dodge the light shove they sent at him and he laughed again. “I mean, hey. Who knows? This could be the way you find out that you’re secretly an adrenaline junkie.” A snort pulled oxygen in, painfully scraping their trachea.

“I think you’re projecting.” They replied, crossing their arms over their chest. Their hands gripped the fabric of their fleece-lined sweater that protected them from the biting chill of early-mid February.

“I mean, I used to be terrified at rollercoasters.” He added. Their head snapped towards him quickly, eyes wide and full of questioning doubt. He nodded sagely. “Yeah. As a kid I-I would not go on them. I was, I was a hellion about it too. I mean, I would make a scene, I’d cry, I’d scream. I was literally the kid in line for the matterhorn like, saying to my mom,” His voice raised slightly in pitch to represent a more juvenile version of himself as he added vocal shakes. Committing to the bit. I respect it. “‘if you love me, you won’t make me ride on this.’ Like, I was awful. The literal worst. Like, seriously. I mean, they save up all this money to finally take us on vacation and I have a hissy fit in the line of a ride that isn’t even bad.” A part of them wondered if he was a storyteller in his spare time, or in his normal time, as giggle after snort came from the mental image of a smaller version of the hot guy in front of them throwing a fit with snot and tears running down his face because of a kiddie ride.

“Oh! And that was the biggest one you were going to get me on. There was no way in hell I was going on anything that had a big drop. Or, god forbid, a loop. Like, no way. It was not happening.” He finished, laughing alongside them. They almost didn’t notice the way the line was starting to inch a little bit closer to the ride entrance.

“But now you like rollercoasters. What changed?” It was kind of difficult to fully believe this absolute maniac who wanted to go on the Surge for a second time in the dark, had such a strong revulsion to rollercoasters just… stopped one day. Something must have occurred to change his mind.

“Well, I just avoided them the whole time I was growing up,” Sounds familiar. “I didn’t go to amusement parks very often, so I mean, it wasn’t a huge deal either way. But then, senior year of high school rolled around. And my group of friends wanted to go on a trip that summer. To, you know, celebrate us graduating. And, um, they all agreed on going to a rollercoaster park. Like, not just an amusement park. Like one that pretty much exclusively has roller coasters,” Oh hell to the no. “But, I mean, I wasn’t gonna be the one to say no. I mean, I really didn’t want them to make fun of me or anything so… I went along with it and I didn’t tell a single one of them that I was terrified of rollercoasters.” He shrugged.

“Although I’m sure they could tell by the time we got there. I mean, I was shaking like a leaf in the line for the first time. But then… I rode it. And yeah, there were parts that were scary and I hated. Like that initial climb that felt like it was never going to end. And then that first… drop.” A slight scoff colored the last word. Huh. He really doesn’t like the first drop. That wasn’t just a ploy to seem relatable and so that it didn’t look like he was pitying me. “But… but then I had a great time. Wind in your hair, flipping around, going that fast. It was fun.” His gaze turned a little more serious than it had been so far as he stared into their own eyes. They forgot to breath for a second.

“So that initial fear is always there. Even now for a little bit. But then it’s just a good time. I mean, now I love them. You might just surprise yourself.” They are already shaking their head before he finished the sentence.

“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m probably going to vomit once it’s over. Fair warning.”

“Hey, if you don’t and you absolutely hate it, then you can just tell your friends to fuck off and you’ll at least have this one under the belt. Which is more than any of them can say.” They nodded slowly and looked back towards the front of the line… their stomach and heart immediately dropped as they were created with the carts directly ahead of them.

“Oh fuck.”

“Hey. You got this.” He said, voice closer to their ear and a warm hand in the middle of their back. A reassuring presence and a coaxing nudge. “Come on. Let’s do this.”

Their movements felt stiff as they walked across the path to the cart, their heart having jumped too far up and now firmly lodged in their throat. They sat down, tears already watering in the lower half of their vision.

“See? Seatbelts. There’s roll bars. You’re not going anywhere. It’s the last ride of the night and then you get to go tell your friends that they’re wimps for not going with you.” They nodded stiffly, body going cold with panic. “It’s gonna be fun. Even if the ride isn’t, that part will be.” Another stiff nod. They were pretty sure that their body was breaking out in a cold sweat. Was it too late to climb out?

“Hey.” He poked their shoulder gently and they turned their head to look at him. “Do you want to hold my hand? Nobody will see it over the walls of the car. It can be out secret.” They were entirely sure he could see the tears they stubbornly refused to let fall. His expression had softened from gentle teasing and sympathy to just flat out concern. They nodded again, teeth digging into their bottom lip. “Okay. When it feels like it’s too much, just… squeeze, okay?” His hand was warm in theirs. And if their palm was sweaty or clammy, he made no mention of it. His fingers curled between their own as his thumb rubbed small circles on the knuckle of their own thumb. They took a deep, shuddering inhale. “I got you.” He murmured. They tried to swallow around the lump in their throat.

“Can I get a smile?” He asked, voice shifting back to the jovial teasing tone he had adopted earlier. They tried to remember how and replicate the muscle memory. It was an obvious fail from the laugh that egressed from him. “Kind of more of a grimace, but I’ll take it… my name’s Vincent, by the way.” And miraculously the kind and attractive stranger, had been blessed with a name. They offered theirs in return, their voice just as shaky as the rest of them.

“N-Nice to meet you.” They added after a small pause.

“Nice to meet you too. One last ride, right?” He said, his own hand giving their’s a gentle squeeze.

“One last ride.” They breathed and the ride operator’s voice came out over the speakers installed.

“Just a friendly reminder that the park will be closing in about forty-five minutes, so please keep that in mind when choosing your next ride.” He kind of sounds like an angsty news anchor. And there was never any hope in the park closing before my turn came for this ride. Dammit. “An approximate wait time is listed on signage at the end of the queue. One last reminder before we get going, keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the car at all times,” They glanced over at Vincent to see him mouthing along to the words. He sent them a wink as he continued and they smiled back at him. Probably still shaky though. “This is a fast flipping freak of a ride,” I don’t want to be here. “We want to make sure you all enjoy it safely. Make sure all bags, hats, sunglasses, loose items are secured and that your belt is fastened tightly.” He does not sound like he wants to be here. Something in common. I wonder how many times he’s said that tonight.

They pulled the strap of their belt until it was practically pinching and digging into their skin. A few different attendants were wandering amongst the cat, checking everything. Vincent was smiling.

“Check one?”

“Check.”

“Check Two?”

“Check!”

“Alright alright, here we go. Have fun you guys and enjoy your ride on the might Surrrge.”

The screech of the metal brake releasing had them jumping. That sense of dread was starting to feel like lead in their gut. The ride chains clanked as the cars began to rise up the initial incline. They were already squeezing Vincent’s hand as gravity pulled at their shoulders and pressed them against the seat.

“I don’t want to do this.” They whispered. Vincent squeezed their hand back.

“It’ll be over before you know it. Promise.” He said. They squeezed their eyes shut, feeling hot tears slipping down their temples as their nose and throat burned. The car stalled near the top, and they forced their eyes open, immediately wishing they hadn’t. The people below seemed so tiny and the ground was so very very far away.

“Please no. Oh god, please no.” They said, voice shaking. The drop had a scream of terror ripping free from their lips. The kind of scream that tore your throat raw and pushed all air from your lungs. The kind of scream that had your abdomen tightening painfully. The scrape of the well worn tracks below the cart wheels was barely audible over the pounding in their ears and the wind stinging their eyes and skin. Their free hand gripped the roll bar with white knuckles. I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die.

There was something final about that thought. As if their mind accepted it. They looked over at Vincent, his hair pushed back from his face and eyes wide with a sense of delight they couldn’t understand. A grin was plastered to his face, even as his hand remained in their own. Please don’t let go of me. Please don’t let me die.

A whimper and a gasp left their lips as the cars twisted into a swirl, approaching the loop-de-loop up ahead. Something’s going to go wrong. I can tell. They could see their friends waving and laughing below, pointing to the car they sat in. They couldn’t make out what they were shouting, but they could see Hannah miming making out. Was she talking about Vincent. The car started the quick ascent up the loop.

Time slowed. Or the car did. No… it was the car. The sound of the ride chains clanking along side them slithered to a stop at the very height of the loop. Blood was starting to rush to their head.

“V-Vincent?” They said, too scared to move.

“What’s going on?” They could hear him whisper. They tightened their grip on his hand. The air seemed to still. I’m going to die. Their mind felt empty except for that one thought. It was like it was outline and illuminated by the flashing bulbs so favored at amusement parks. Shouting started from below, as well as a few cries. Someone started to scream as the sound of metal groaned.

Why wasn’t the car moving? Their head was starting to really fucking hurt. Breathing was getting difficult.

“Vincent, I’m scared.” They said, their voice sounding far away over the pumping in their ears. Vincent didn’t answer. Their hand was starting to ache from how tight they were both holding onto each other.

Then there was a snap. A screech of metal. Gravity didn’t exist anymore and there were a lot more screams. Pressure pushed down on their head, shoulders, neck, and spine. The ground was growing closer. Too close. There was part of the track in the way.

They were going to hit it. Oh god, they were going to hit it. I’m going to die.

The park was filled with all sounds of life. Screaming, metal tearing, sirens blaring, running footsteps, sobbing.

And the footsteps of a man who had lived long enough to see many horrors, quietly dragged away a boy that still held on tightly to a hand to someone that no longer had a head or a life.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted vincent #redacted stranger #redacted fanfic

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kingboohoo37 · 5 months

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KBH RANDOM RANT

I'M BACK... at least I try to post more often. Streams will also come more regularly (surely...).

I'm slowly getting back to work so my time is still very limited. I thought this was a good time to bring back my random rants about fandoms since I just revisited an old classic from my childhood.

YEP we're talking about Kim Possible one of the most ludicrous fictional universes I've ever seen... In a good way!

First up: This show is FUDGING 22 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR... I'm really getting old...

The funny part about that is it was made during the peak of the 2000s... and you really notice that. The language that most teenagers use in this show is so stereotypical for that time it feels so nostalgic even watching it XD

Anyway, let's get the obvious out of the way. I know this is supposed to be a kids cartoon and I know that I'm an adult man but that doesn't stop me from watching it.

So, why is this show so great?

Good question! Its primary charm probably comes from its simple comedic attitude of telling a story.

The characters are so ridiculous that you should never be able to take this show seriously simply because most of their actions or the situations around them don't even make sense. This show just requires you to take in its vibe and go with the flow. I mean... a teenager knowing 16 forms of Kung Fu and saving the world on any given occasion is nothing that can possibly make sense. Don't forget: "Anything's possible for a Possible!"

Let's get into the characters:

Kim is your basic teenage girl, and she's here to save the world. You can't stop her 'cause...

Okay I'll stop xD

Apart from her being an ass-kicking girl boss, her main character traits are kinda the things you expect from a main character. She saves the world out of sheer will to stick to her morals. In short: she wants to help people. That obviously doesn't always work out and she sometimes ends up judging people by what they are instead of who they are. On top of that, she gets jealous easily.

BUT she is brave, smart, and makes usually good choices in the heat of the moment (except when it comes to love xD), and is otherwise very mature for her age.

Well... the opening song didn't lie. She really is your basic teenage girl. That doesn't mean she isn't cool xD

Well, obviously I can't end it without talking about the man and his very smart and hungry naked little friend.

What makes this show so funny is well... its ability to deliver comedy simply by a character existing and Ron Stoppable plays a big part in that.

He is pretty much a normal guy who just happens to be Kim's childhood friend and later somehow steals her heart xD

He is an absolute doofus. He is silly and rarely takes anything seriously. He is also lazy and loves his favorite junk food joint Bueno Nacho.

Despite all that he still cares for his friends, his naked mole rat Rufus, and usually learns a very important lesson after an episode.

He accompanies Kim on pretty much every mission and is usually more of a hindrance than a help. Despite all that Kim still loves him in her own way. And he also saves the day a couple of times, so it's not like he is a complete slob.

Rufus is just the cherry on top. Both of these guys are hilarious and I was honestly surprised by how much I laughed watching this show.

I could go on and on but I'm gonna try to finish up this post here before it gets too long xD

Even though every episode has kind of a similar structure, it never gets boring. The villains, the side characters... all of them add something very unique to the table. You just throw some characters together and boom the story kind of writes itself XD

Season 4 was my absolute favorite part of the show since guess what ... that was when Kim and Ron started dating and BOY DO THEY MAKE A CUTE COUPLE.

Ahem... anyways. I do not regret watching all 87 episodes in the last 2-3 weeks. If you're looking for a comfortable. goofy and funny way to escape reality for a moment I can only recommend this old classic.

#kim possible #show #rant #kingboohoorants #fandom #recommendation

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kidkubrick · 1 year

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k we need to talk abt the fireplace scene in better call saul

now- obviously this is my own interpretation, but i still think it's interesting and worth something.

it's filmed shot-reverse-shot and uses a four main shots. two for lalo, and two for nacho.

lalo:

nacho:

ignore nacho's second image for a minute, the scene flips back and forth between the other angles pretty consistently, save for when someone does a physical action, like nacho going to get the cognac.

now this is a really important scene. it's the end of the season and it's nacho committing an incident that's been building, like, the entire show and also sets us up for season 6. aside from that, it's a really important moment in both lalo and nacho's characters in how they react in this scenario and shows us a lot in terms of who they are as people.

what i find really interesting is the use of the fire. lalo has this semi-constant motif of fire. he makes gus burn down a los pollos, he talks about burning a hotel with hector, he's kind of a prolific arsonist, so it tracks to put a fire in the shot. every shot he's in, the fire is also visible, and its consistent, and burns nicely. it's in control. lalo is in control. his shots non-verbally reflect lalo's state of being. he's comfortable. he feels safe here. safe enough to tell nacho that he doesnt sleep, that it's a personal thing for him.

now, nacho. nacho's in alien territory, he doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to do this. he just wants his dad to be safe. dude i would be so fucking scared if i was in his place, but then again, everything scares me so that statement doesnt bear a lot of weight. anyways, the same logic applies to nacho, that his shots non-verbally reflect his state of being. his face, is only half-lit by the fire, the other half is in the shadow. the red of his shirt represents deception. this is the big moment he's been working toward since lalo showed up in town. the stakes are so high for nacho right now and everything needs to go perfect. he spends the entire scene cloaked in as much darkness as he can, because if he gets caught, both him and his dad are dead as doornails. oh, and what's his last shot? a pure shadow. he's a ghost.

he's a ghost hiding in the shadows while lalo's fire grows out of control and destroys everything he's ever known and loved.

#better call saul #better call saul spoilers #tig analyzes #not very well but frankly i dont care #lalo salamanca #nacho varga

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depressopax · 2 months

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Before it's too late

Nacho Varga x gn!reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Yoo! I haven't posted in ages, been feeling down and mentally exhausted 😭 Also been writing on my very own novel for a school project AHHH Basically been writing, procrastinating, writing, etc etc... But so far so good!

Now then... ✨Angst time✨

Pairing: Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort Warning(s): BCS SPOILERS! Based on s4e3 “Something Beautiful”. Major character injury. Mentions of death and violence. Blood. Guns and bullet wounds. Cuss words. Mentions of surgery. Reader is gender-neutral and has they/them pronouns Words: 1.6K Summary: Based on s4e3, in which Nacho gets shot by Victor and is left in the desert. After being saved by the Cousins, reader rushes to the vet office to see him. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

The sun is burning in Albuquerque today, making the concrete and highways threateningly warm. It’s an early morning and will only get hotter. The streets are empty and people are either sleeping safely in their beds or avoiding the burning morning-light. It’s a perfect day to stay in the shadows or - for those who have the option - close to the fresh breeze from the AC.

Not everyone has that option.

But bleeding to death in the desert is a rare case, too.

This is how I die.

Nacho thinks. He’s lost track of time. The man is lying on his side, facing away from the sun and hoping it will protect him from a sunburn. It’s the last thing he needs right now.

The wounded shoulder is enough. His hands are bloody and so is the warm sand he is facing.

Dehydration and blood loss. - That was not the way he thought he’d go down.

If it weren’t for the sharp pain in his shoulder - that’s slowly spreading throughout every inch of his body - he’d feel angry and humiliated.

Gus and his men left him to bleed out in the middle of nowhere. The damn Chicken Man.

Arturo is dead.

Nacho? About to join Arturo in the afterlife.

His mind is bitter and he’s losing the battle of patience.

“Do it quick, before you pass out” - That was the words of Gus’ lap dog, Victor. He was quick. Directly after he was left bleeding, he dialed the number to them. The Cousins.

Where are they?

He’s lost count if it's been days, hours or minutes since he got shot. All he knows is that he is slowly going insane. The sun burns his neck and he lets out a grunt, opening and closing his dry mouth. There's a taste of iron on his tongue due to his dry, chapped lips.

Water. His vision gets blurry and with gloomy eyes he looks at the wet, red sand under him.

They’re not coming. Those fuckers aren’t on their way.

I’m dead.

The realization hits Nacho, fueling the pain he’s already feeling.

Dad.

Guilt washes over him. What will happen to his dad if he dies? That, and…

He whispers your name hoarsely.

You. His beautiful partner. The one who’s always been by his side, the only one that knows about and doesn’t judge him for his fucked up choices and his chaotic life. The person he’s been so distant and cold towards lately. Worst part is…

They have no idea how much I love them.

“I love you” - A sentence yet to be said. So many emotions are left unspoken, so many things left unsaid.

Without thinking or caring about the consequences, Nacho reaches for his phone. With shaky, bloody hands, he dials your number and listens to the waiting tone.

“Ignacio?” A soft voice filled with concern says. Nacho smiles.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yea… But don’t worry. What’s up, Nacho?”

The silence lingers. What the hell is he supposed to reply?

“I gotta tell you something.”

“Nacho… What is going on? Are you ok?”

“No… But listen, mi amor.”

“Ignacio…-”

“I love you.” Silence again. His voice cracks from the emotions “...I love you so fucking much.”

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?”

“...Because I am.” His voice is barely a whisper anymore. “Take care of my father for me, will you?”

Your voice breaks on the other line.

“Where are you?”

No reply. You realize it’ll stay that way. He is too stubborn to let you help him. As if accepting defeat, you break apart.

“Don’t cry, mi vida…” He whispers.

“Please don’t die. Please.”

I promise. Nacho wants to reply. But the last thing he wants to do right now is give you false hope. So he stays quiet. His ears are ringing and he wonders how he still has blood left in his body.

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you, Ignacio. I love you…”

He smiles in relief. That was all he needed to hear.

It’s all said and done and now he can at least die with some peace.

“And I love you.”

He hangs up.

When a character faces death in movies, they see their life flash before their eyes.

A cliche. Nacho thought up until now.

He envisions the few happy and peaceful moments he’s had in life. Most of them involve his dad Manuel, and you. The first date, first kiss, first time…

Maybe it’s the sun or maybe he’s actually walking into the light, when suddenly a shadow covers it. He grunts.

In the distance, he can hear two men talking to each other in Spanish. Someone lifts him from the ground.

Exhaustion catches up with Nacho and everything fades to black.

You almost kick open the door to the Veterinary Office.

How you even got the address is a miracle.

Maybe because you’ve called Nacho’s phone at least twenty times within the last hour, or maybe because they know Nacho has a partner? That seems unlikely. Nacho has made sure to keep the relationship secret from everyone, to protect you. Only people that know that he is your boyfriend are Manuel Varga and your family.

The last explanation… Maybe, somehow, Nacho’s Cartel colleagues are humane enough to let family and friends say farewell to their dying loved ones…

Apart from an elderly lady and her cat, the waiting room is empty at this time in the morning. The receptionist looks startled when she sees you. But then again you can’t judge her. With puffy and red eyes and the almost wild expression on your face it’s no wonder people are concerned. Without waiting for her to greet you, you rush to the office whilst the woman shouts after you.

Nothing can prepare you for what you see.

It’s your boyfriend - lying down half-naked on a metal table whilst the vet, Caldera, performs surgery. Two men in suits stand next to the tense vet, watching over his every move with caution. As the door shuts behind you, the three men turn to look at you. One of the twins raises their guns.

“What happened to him?!” A voice barely noticeable. The man lowers his gun as his brother mumbles something to him. The vet goes back to work and Nacho squirms on the table. They’re killing him.

You know that's not true and makes zero sense.

But what makes sense about this situation either way?

You don’t realise that you’re shouting allegations until someone grips you and drags you out of the room. Before you get kicked out of the office, a weak voice calls your name.

Nacho.

Minutes turn into hours, morning turns to day and then afternoon. You remain seated on the cold tile floor hugging your knees against your chest. The anxiety grows stronger and it feels like you’re about to drown in worry. When the door to the office finally opens, you can barely stand up.

It’s impossible to read the expression on his face. The scrubs he’s wearing are stained red. You can feel your stomach twist.

“He’s alive.”

Nacho wakes up from his feverish dreams. His mind is foggy and his eyes feel heavy. The sedatives are wearing off and his whole body aches, especially the place where the bullets penetrated his shoulder.

He is in a cold room with his bare back resting against an even colder metal table. He feels like shit. With a raspy voice, he repeats the only word he’s been able to say lately. Your name. When a warm hand intertwines fingers with him, he finally breathes out.

Your sobbing wakes him from his trance. He opens his brown eyes and looks at you through heavy eyelids and black eyelashes. He manages to give you a weak smile and in a raspy voice, he greets you.

“Hey, mi vida.”

“Hey, my love.” You reply and manage to smile through the tears. “You’re alive…”

With those words said, you burst into tears again. The cousins and Caldera look uncomfortable with the emotional outbursts and the scene between the two lovebirds.

“...Let’s give Varga and his partner some time to talk.” the vet says. He’s quick to leave and the twin men don't protest.

Once finally alone, Nacho brings a weak, trembling hand to your cheek. He feels the soft skin against his palm and feels a sense of relief. When you lean forward he doesn’t think twice before pulling you into a kiss, and then another one.

He’s alive.

“I love you. I should’ve told you earlier, I… I’m sorry.”

Your boyfriend tries sitting up and winces in pain.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

He can no longer hold back the wave of emotions. The shock of watching Arturo die, the stress Hector and his nephews have caused him, for years. The worries for his own life, but mostly for his dad, and you. It all comes crashing down. And now… Gus is a threat.

Nacho knows his life just got more complicated and a lot more dangerous.

He’ll have to tell you everything.

But for now…

He cries. He lets you hold onto him.

Nacho squeezes you close to him, to make sure you can’t slip away.

Once he’s healed, he’ll go back to duty. He’ll protect you.

But for now… He lets you protect him.

When you whisper “I love you”, he feels at peace.

You’re his shelter and his home.

Did my mentally unstable a- cry when writing this because I love Nacho so damn much?? Yes. 2am emotional damage

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