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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 11 months

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It's Always Been You (Reader's Version)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Summary: What if Michael went to his best friend (Reader) during the events of Season 2 Episode 7 instead of Amanda coming to him?

Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, PWP, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, spoilers for season 2 of Kin, American attempting to write an Irish dialect

Word Count: ~3500

A/N: I've joined everyone in Mikey Brainrot Land! Expect more from me featuring Mikey (including a Mikey PoV of this fic) soon!

Fuckin' hell, what a day, Y/F/N Y/L/N thought as she poured herself a very large glass of wine and sat on her sofa. She had been shouted at by one patient at the hospital where she worked, hit on by another, and accused of trying to exsanguinate a third when she had sent a nurse in for a blood draw.

She had just opened the book she had settled down to read when her doorbell rang. Of course.

She opened the door and couldn't help but smile when she saw who was standing in her doorway -- her best friend of over twenty years, Michael Kinsella. "Mikey, hi."

Michael rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "Hey, Y/N. Can I come in?"

Y/N stepped out of the doorway. "Yeah, of course."

She shut the door behind Michael. "Can I get ya a drink? Water, tea… juice?"

Michael smiled sadly. "Beer?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised. Michael rarely imbibed after getting out of prison, so Y/N knew there was probably something serious going on. "Sure. Make yerself comfortable."

She went to her kitchen, popping open two beers before heading into her living room, pleased to see that Michael had taken his shoes off. Plannin' on stayin' a while, then. Good.

She handed him one of the beers then set the other one down before picking up her glass of wine and sitting beside him on the sofa. "Talk ta me, Mikey. What's goin' on?"

Michael drained half of the bottle before speaking. "Bren's been sniffin' 'round Anna."

Y/N sucked in a breath. Unfortunately she knew first-hand about Michael's father's predatory ways. "Did ya tell her about him?"

Michael sighed. "I tried, but she just accused me of tryin' ta keep her from tha family and I got angry and shouted at her, then I left."

Y/N took a long sip of wine. She loved her goddaughter, she really did, but she knew Anna was still angry at Michael and wouldn't want to listen to anything her father said. "Want me ta talk ta her? She might actually listen ta her Auntie Y/N."

Michael drained the rest of his beer and picked up the other bottle, then took another drink. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd appreciate tha'. I'm not exactly on the best terms with her right now."

Y/N reached out and gave Michael's hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry yer having such a rough go of it, Mikey."

Michael scoffed and took another long drink of his beer. "Oh, that's not even half of it. I called Molly afterward, then when she didn't answer I went to the chemist's to see her."

Y/N's heart clenched. She had to admit it hurt that after fighting with Anna the first person Michael had wanted to talk to hadn't been Y/N, but Molly. He hadn't been seeing her long but he seemed pretty taken with her already. "Mmm."

Michael sighed. "I didn't see her so I asked after her, and tha chemist told me she was off for tha next month."

Y/N tilted her head curiously. "She went on holiday and didn't tell ya?"

Michael shook his head. "She's off on her weddin' and honeymoon."

Y/N gasped. That definitely hadn't been what she was expecting Michael to say. "Tha' fuckin' bitch, I'll fuckin' kill her."

Michael gently grabbed her arm as she went to stand. "Nah, no need to be goin' doin' tha'. I'm grand."

Y/N sat back down. "No you're fuckin' not, Michael, otherwise ya wouldn't be sittin' on my sofa puttin' away beer like it's fuckin' water right now."

Michael shook his head with a chuckle. "No, no yer right, I'm not, but I will be."

Y/N's heart broke for him. "I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"Ah, don't go worrying yer pretty little head about me." Michael shrugged then moved a stray piece of hair from Y/N's face, his touch lingering on her cheek. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Not the first time I've slept with a married woman -- or in this case, engaged."

Y/N fought to keep her eyes from fluttering closed. She had fought against her feelings for Michael ever since they had met as teenagers. But he hadn't seemed interested in her in that way at the time and then Y/N had been busy with university, and by the time she was done with her schooling Michael had already had an affair with Amanda then married Alison and had Anna, and after that… well. He had spent 8 years away.

Y/N had also recently heard whisperings of Michael and Amanda possibly rekindling their affair, but had dismissed it after Michael had recently mentioned asking the pretty clerk at the chemist's out on a date.

She sat back, draining the last of her glass of wine.

Michael's brow furrowed. "You alrigh'?"

"Oh yeah, I'm grand," Y/N said, giving him a nudge in order to distract him from her flustered state.

She stood. "Another ale?"

Michael shook his head. "Ah, I probably shouldn't. Got ta' walk home."

"You can stay here tonight, ya know." Y/N headed towards the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. "You're always welcome."

"Ya sure I won't be a bother?" Michael asked.

Y/N grabbed another beer for Michael and headed back into her living room. "Nah, of course not. Ya never are a bother, Mikey, you know tha'. The guest room is always open."

She handed Michael his beer and sat back down next to him. "'Sides, you can keep me from going out and doing something stupid, like slashing that little slag's tires or settin' her house on fire."

Michael chuckled. "I really didn't get far enough in ta where I knew where she lives."

"Fuckin' lucky for her then." Y/N took a sip of wine. "Anna will be okay, ya know that, right Mikey?"

Michael shook his head. and took a sip of his beer. "I'm just tryin' ta protect her, Y/N."

Y/N studied him. "Just from Bren or from the rest of yer family too?"

Michael sighed. "I don't know. Both, I guess? I just… I don't want this for her, I -- after what happened ta Jamie I can't lose her too. I can't lose another child ta this life."

Y/N's heart broke all over again. "Ya won't, Mikey. Ya won't, because ya have me protectin' her. I love her like she was me own and I love you, ya know I'd die before I let anythin' happen to either of ya."

Michael looked down at the floor, silently contemplating something. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

Michael opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it, then opened it again, then after another moment of hesitation he cupped Y/N's chin in his hand and pressed his lips to hers, quickly moving his hand from her chin to the side of her neck as he kissed her again.

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath as Michael leaned back. Did that just fuckin' happen?

She opened her mouth, her eyes flitting across Michael's face as he looked at her as if he was waiting for her to slap him.

Before she could second-guess herself, she cupped Michael's face in her hands and pressed her lips back to his, pouring 20+ years of pent-up feelings into the kiss.

Michael responded quickly, shifting to lean Y/N back onto the sofa as he took control. "How long, pet?" he murmured against her lips.

Y/N gasped in a breath as Michael trailed hot kisses across her neck, his beard scratching deliciously against her skin. "Mikey, please…"

Michael growled against her throat. "I said, how fuckin' long, Y/N? How long have ya been wantin' me like I've been wantin' ya?"

Y/N hissed as Michael gave a gentle nip to her throat. "Ever since -- oh, fuck, Michael -- ever since I first clapped eyes on ya."

Michael groaned and leaned back to look at her. "Fuck, why didn't ya ever say anythin'?"

"Because I didn't think you were ever interested in me like tha'." Y/N sighed and sat up. "There was tha' thing with Amanda, and after tha' ya met Alison, then after she -- well, after ya came home, I thought about finally telling ya how I felt but ya were so focused on trying ta reunite with Anna and then Jamie died and there was tha' whole business with Eamon and the Batuks, and after ya came back home from tha' you were dealing with your da getting out of prison, and then it was too late because ya had started talking about Molly. Ya seemed happy fer once, Mikey, I didn't want ta get in the way of tha'." Y/N bit her lip. "Yer happiness means everythin' ta me."

Michael shook his head as he sat back on his knees. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N. You. You make me happy, ya always have."

He paused as if a thought had struck him. "Is that why ya never got married?"

Y/N looked away so she didn't have to see pity written all over Michael's face. She had had boyfriends over the years that she had known Michael, of course, and more than the occasional one-night-stand or friend-with-benefits, but never anything overly serious.

She shrugged casually, pretending like the current conversation wasn't absolutely humiliating. "It's always been you."

Michael sighed. "Fuck."

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to look at him. "It's not a big deal, Mikey, it's not like I'm some sort of blushin' virgin or anythin'. I get my needs taken care of."

(And if she purposely only chose men with dark hair and haunted eyes to sleep with… well.)

Michael reached out and gently cupped her chin in his hand, turning her face back towards his. "Y/N, look at me, pet, please."

Y/N turned her gaze back towards him, unable to deny Michael such a simple request when he asked so sweetly.

Michael leaned in and pressed his lips to hers once again, his hand sliding from her chin to cup her neck again as he moved in to kiss her deeper.

Y/N melted against him, all of the tension leaving her body as Michael's tongue slid against hers.

Her hands scrabbled for purchase as he leaned her backwards again, finally finding the hem of Michael's sweater and shoving it up his body in order to get to bare skin.

Michael stopped kissing her just long enough to lean back and pull his sweater up and over his head, depositing it on the floor before finding her mouth once again.

Y/N ran her hands up Michael's chest, breathing out a light 'fuck' as Michael's hands slid underneath her tank top in an attempt to also disrobe her.

She sat up just enough to pull her tank top off, sighing in satisfaction as Michael's bare skin finally touched hers.

Michael began kissing his way further down her throat, his hand snaking up into her hair so he could tilt her head for better access.

Y/N whimpered as Michael's hand tightened slightly, her hips grinding up against his burdening erection. "Want ya inside me, Mikey."

Michael groaned. "Fuck, I don't have any johnnys on me."

Y/N shook her head. "It's okay. I'm on birth control and I get tested regularly for STIs."

She paused, realizing what Michael might have been insinuating. "Unless ya think we need one? In that case I have some in tha' ensuite."

Michael shook his head. "I don't -- I didn't go without, with Molly, if that's what yer askin', pet. And there hadn't been anyone else fer years before tha'."

Y//N nodded, her decision made. "Then take me to bed, Michael."

Michael wrapped his hands around her thighs. "Hold on ta me."

Y/N linked her arms around his neck. "I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

Michael pressed his lips to hers once again as he lifted her to him, then stood and carried her to her bedroom.

He deposited her in her bed, wasting no time before climbing in after her.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, pet," Michael breathed, his eyes roaming Y/N's naked torso. "Been wantin' ya fer over twenty fuckin' years."

Y/N sucked in a breath at the revelation that Michael had been wanting her for just as long as she had been wanting him. "Why didn't you ever say anythin'?"

Michael shook his head. "Because I was tryin' ta protect ya. Ya didn't deserve ta get dragged inta all of my family's shite."

He shrugged. "Besides, ya were much too good fer the likes a' me."

Y/N huffed out a breath. "Don't ya think tha' was my decision ta make?"

Michael scoffed. "Come on, Y/N, wha' good would I have been fer ya? Ya became a fuckin' doctor."

Yeah, because a' you, Michael."

Michael's brow furrowed. "Wha' -- wha' ya mean, ya became a doctor because a' me?"

Y/N bit her lip. Might as well tell him. "I became a doctor because if anythin' happened on a job and you couldn't go to hospital because it seemed suspicious you could at least come ta me and I'd patch ya up."

She smiled softly. "...Or because ya had punched a wall or fell and broke a glass door with yer head."

Michael looked flabbergasted. "But I thought --"

Y/N shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love savin' lives and I don't mind helpin' out yer family when they need patchin', but the most important life ta me is yers, Mikey. I'd do anythin' I possibly could ta keep ya safe."

She reached up and caressed his face. "Like I said, I love ya."

"Fuck." Michael closed his eyes briefly, then upon reopening them he leaned down and kissed Y/N, this time leaving her breathless with passion.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Michael's back, gasping in a breath as he kissed his way down her throat.

"So beautiful," Michael murmured, sliding his hands up Y/N's sides and trailing his thumbs under her breasts. "Fuckin' gorgeous, pet."

Y/N moaned as Michael circled the nipple of her left breast with his tongue, tangling her fingers into his hair and arching towards his mouth. "Mikey…"

"Mmm," Michael murmured. "Love tha' way ya say my name, like fuckin' music comin' out a' ya."

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, taking his time to tease it to a peak before switching to the other one.

Y/N gasped and arched into him again. "Fuck."

Michael hummed and let Y/N's nipple go with a soft 'pop'. "We're gettin' ta that, pet."

Y/N lifted her hips in permission as Michael's hands made their way to the waistband of her lounge pants. "Mikey… Mikey, love, need ya in me."

"Mm-mm." Michael shook his head as he slowly peeled Y/N's pants and underwear off. "Got ta taste ya first, darlin'."

Y/N whimpered, the thought of having Michael's mouth against her bare cunt making her clench around nothing.

Michael smirked as he trailed his hands up Y/N's bare legs, slowly parting them. "Oh, ya like that, do ya, pet? Ya like the thought of havin' my face buried between yer thighs, tastin' yer sweet nectar?"

Y/N moaned. "Fuck, yes, Mikey, please, need your mouth on me, love."

Michael licked his lips, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fuckin' hell, pet, yer fuckin' drippin' fer me."

Y/N let out a loud moan as Michael leisurely slid his tongue up her folds.

Michael groaned. "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' sweet, darlin'. Wish I could've been eatin' this cunt out fer years."

Y/N hissed as Michael licked another stripe up her folds then circled her clit with his tongue. "Ah, fuck, Mikey…"

Her hands flew into Michael's hair as he pressed his tongue inside her. She had had a few lovers go down on her over the years -- some more-or-less semi enthusiastically -- but Michael ate her out like he was a man starved and she was a full-course meal.

Michael worked two fingers inside her as he removed his mouth from her cunt. "Want ya ta come fer me, pet. Come fer me and I'll give ya my cock like I know ya been needin'."

Y/N whimpered again, the familiar coil inside her tightening. "Please, Mikey."

Michael lowered his mouth to her once again, beginning to fuck her with his fingers as he sucked her sensitive bud in between his lips.

Y/N felt the coil getting tighter and tighter. "Fuck, yes, Mikey, please -- Ah!"

Michael pressed a hand to her stomach as Y/N came against his face, his mouth firmly attached to her clit as he worked her through her orgasm.

He kissed his way back up Y/N's body to her lips as he began undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Y/N moaned at the faint tang of herself on Michael's tongue, reaching down blindly to help Michael shove his pants and boxers down. "Need yer cock, Mikey, want it so bad, love."

Michael finished divesting himself of his pants and positioned himself back over Y/N.

Y/N bit her lip in ecstasy as Michael stroked his cock through her folds a few times, coating himself in her slick before slowly pressing inside.

She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, the feel of Michael's bare cock inside of her unlike anything else she had ever experienced.

"--Ya alrigh', pet?"

Y/N opened her eyes to see Michael watching her worriedly.

"I'm not hurtin' ya, am I?" he asked.

Y/N shook her head. "No, Mikey, feels so good, love."

Michael slowly withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside of her.

He groaned. "Fuckin' hell, darlin', ya feel fuckin' incredible."

Y/N let out a gasp as Michael snapped his hips forward, burying himself in her as deeply as he could. "So do you, Mikey. Fuck, yer so fuckin' perfect."

Michael pressed his lips to the side of Y/N's neck, then began a slow, but firm pace.

The slick slide of Michael's cock in and out of Y/N quickly had a second orgasm approaching. "Mikey, I'm close, love."

Michael picked up his pace, fucking Y/N more firmly. "Did ya let any of the others inside ya like this, Y/N?" he growled. "Did ya let them feel yer tight cunt around their bare cocks?"

Y/N shook her head, crying out as Michael hit her sweet spot. "No, Mikey, just you, only ever you, love."

Michael groaned. "Can I come inside ya, pet?"

Y/N gasped. "Yes -- yes, Mikey, please. Want ta feel ya, love, need ta feel ya."

Michael reached down and began to circle Y/N's clit with his thumb. "Want ya to come with me, pet, want ta feel ya take me as deep inside ya as ya can."

Y/N began to feel the familiar coil tightening again. "Yes, Mikey, I'm close, love, please. Fill me, mark me, claim me, make me yers."

Michael let out a rumble from deep in his chest. "Yeah, pet? Want me ta ruin ya fer anyone else? Fuck a wee one into this tight cunt of yers, have my babe growin' inside ya?"

Y/N nodded, the coil getting ready to snap. "Yes, fuck, Mikey."

"Gonna fill ya with my cum, pet, keep fuckin' ya till I'm sure yer cunt has taken every last fuckin' drop." Michael hissed in a breath as his hips stuttered. "Fuck, Y/N --"

Y/N arched against him, the coil snapping once again. "Michael--"

Michael continued to thrust into her, finally slowing once he was satisfied.

He eased out of her and collapsed at her side, reaching for her and pulling her on top of him as he caught his breath.

Y/N hummed blissfully, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Michael sighed and slid his hands around Y/N's back. "It's always been you, too, love," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I never told ya sooner. I just wanted ta keep ya safe."

Y/N shook her head, placing a kiss right over Michael's heart. "It's alright. I understand."

She looked up at him. "So wha' happens now?"

Michael smirked. "We go get a shower then come back for another go?"

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "You know what I mean, Michael."

Michael shook his head. "Can we talk about it in tha' mornin'?"

Y/N nodded, her heart sinking. Of course this is just a one-night thing for him.

She moved to get up. "Okay."

Michael tightened his hold on her, his expression quickly becoming concerned. "Hey, no, love, it's not what yer thinkin'. I want ta give this a go, I -- it's everythin' else I don't want ta have ta think about tonigh'. I just want ta be here with ya, that's all I'm sayin'."

He took a deep breath. "I love ya, Y/N. I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

A smile spread across Y/N's face as Michael repeated her earlier words back to her. "I love ya too, Mikey."

She leaned up and gave Michael a kiss. "Come on. I've got plans for tha' shower."

#lotmf writes #michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella fanfic #michael kinsella smut #michael kinsella fluff #kin amc #IABY Masterlist

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thetarttfuldickhead · 4 months

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Hi i thought this was weird/funny but didn't know who else to share it with.

I'm from the US, and my school's planning a global study trip to the UK that I was accepted onto, and at the "here are things you need to know" meeting they told us we were going to be landing in Manchester. Everything I know about Manchester comes from Jamie Tartt fic. EVERYTHING. So at this point Manchester didn't quite feel like a real place; it felt like a fake city invented in a TV show to give a main character a hometown. So I turn to my friend and I go, "Oh my god Manchester is a real place." And then I realize something and say, even louder, "Oh my god everyone there will talk like Jamie Tartt."

Anyway that's how I had my existential crisis about fiction set in the real world. Also how my friend decided I was mildly insane /j.

ASK GAME ASK GAME. Uhhhh... 7 and 9? Though all of them look interesting, which I guess is the point of an ask game. Have a nice day! :D

I am very glad – and honoured! – you chose to tell me this! It really is interesting, the way that real places we only know through fiction don’t seem to be real places at all… and really, to us, functionally, what is the difference between a real city on the other side of the globe or Coruscant or Ankh Morpork?

Embrace the insanity, my friend! And have fun in Manchester! (Though, will you only be landing in Manchester and then moving straigh on, or will you actually go into Manchester proper? And fair warning: not everyone in Manchester is likely to have a Manc dialect. I remember the last time I was in Karlstad, a city in a region of Sweden where they speak my favourite Swedish dialect, and I was sorely disappointed to realise that most of the people we encountered didn’t speak that dialect at all – that is particularly true in hospitality, I believe, what with a lot of newcomers often ending up in those fields).

And regarding your questions, I’ve answered 7 here. Let’s do 9: do you have any headcanons you think must be totally true for the characters?

Huh. Good question, My headcanons tend to be of the fluid variety, changing depending on the situation and what seems more interesting at any given moment. As for things I think must be true all the time…

Hm. Jamie’s given name actually is Jamie and not James.

Jamie switches numbers, from 9 to 10, between season 3 and 4. The 9 goes to Dani.

That might be it, actually, as far as must be totally true goes.

A few that are less set in stone, but still pretty firm (in the sense that it’s what I believe deep down but I will entertain other notions when they seem fun):

Of all the people on Nelson Road Keeley is the most resistant to going to therapy (even as she is highly in favour of it in theory and for other people).

Roy is by and large straight, and Jamie is an exception.

Though James is physically abusive, it’s mostly shoves and “playful” punches and all sorts of stuff that could feasibly be explained away as “just” joking around, you’re not some fragile little bitch, are you son, etc, rather than actual beatings.

Nate and Jamie do have some rather heartfelt conversations about making others feel small to make yourself feel big once Nate rejoins Richmond.

Okay, there are probably others, as well as SO MANY that are of the “this might be fun, could be true” variety.

Thank you for this ask and sorry it took so long and I hope you have a lovely, lovely day, and that your trip to the UK is super fun once it rolls around!

#asks #i am really very not good at firm headcanons #it's all provisional to me #subject to change as soon as something more exciting or convincing rolls around #do YOU have any headcanons you think must be true?#please do tell!

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riality-check · 11 months

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honestly that’s just as good as you being from appalachia! i’ve literally never met anyone (even online) that’s not from the area that’s taken an interest in the dialect.

and yes you’re totally right, most people really look down on appalachians for our accent and how we word things. i moved like four hours north of my hometown for college and even though i’m still in my home state and it’s not actually that far away from my hometown, so many people point out my accent and are passive aggressive about it at the least. it’s happened so much that when i talk to anyone not from my hometown or close to it, i subconsciously turn it way down. then again i do have a thicker accent than most, even from the general region.

thank you so much for taking an interest in this, and if you have any questions or anything you’re curious about please feel free to ask me! i love talking about it and also have an interest in learning more about it all myself. i don’t have a background in linguistics (i’m a psych major) but i think it’s so cool, so if you have any info you’d wanna talk about i would love to hear it!

also i didn’t catch wayne’s accent but now i’m literally running to youtube to watch his scenes again even though it’s def gonna break my heart again lmao.

you said you’ve talked to people who speak the dialect/others have resonated with it, do you care if i ask if they’re on tumblr and who they are? no worries if not, i’m just interested to see if there’s other appalachians who share my love for eddie/ would love to find other appalachians on here in general

once again... this is ancient... i'm so sorry for not responding to it sooner.

BUT we don't need to dwell on that!

Accent discrimination is such a bitch. I'm lucky (I don't know if that's the right word) to have a different accent that isn't quite as strong, but I know that if I were to bring it out more, people would think less of me. I'm so sorry that you have to deal with it. It sucks. It really does.

I totally appreciate the offer! My interest has absolutely been fueled by the linguistics courses I've taken and by chatting with various people with whom this resonates.

I need to do a season 4 rewatch to catch Wayne's bits again.

Most of the people I've chatted with have been in the comments sections of my fics. Regarding other people on tumblr with an interest and/or are actually from the region, @scoops-stevie is the person to talk to. There's also an entire tag now on ao3 for Appalachian Eddie, which I still can't quite believe.

#thanks for asking!!#asked and answered #eddielives1986 #sorry for the wait time!!

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nongnaos · 2 years

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Ep 2 liveblogging for atots!

It's my first time seeing this show so everything is new to me.

1/4

Getting a job despite being a terrible candidate and the place is closed for the weekend: its the tv drama way!

Chief just bringing him to the school without speaking and then fucking off. I equally hate him and want to be him.

Getting individual intros to each of the kids is so sweet! Tian should maybe have done like a couple days of lesson plans though 😬

Chief taking the time to unbutton his top before looking for a not-quite-drowning Tian... why not take another 5 minutes to take off your army boots, sure Tian can probably breathe underwater don't worry about it bud.

2/4

Why do some of the characters have thai subtitles, are they speaking in a dialect or heavy accent? I need to know.

.... does Chief not know Torfun died 😬😫 is Tian gonna have to tell him at some point??? Noooooooooooo

This guy and his wife really said sorry to the weak ass bitches we only have spicy food here (i would be dead and gone) I really want to know if you're really not allowed to eat spicy food with heart transplant meds? Or is it just the tv drama way? Also the medicines came in a little gift bag, how sweet, ireland would NEVER.

"I'm sure he can eat the spicy food" minus points for you Chief, just straight in with the peer pressure/toxic masculinity vibes (as expected from an army guy 🙄). Tian, buddy, don't do it!!! Tell them you have stomach ulcers or something!!!!

That was almost 30 full seconds of Tian staring straight at Chief, chill out buddy, we're only on ep2.. Very interesting to me that Tian's the one to look away first though.

Chief's definitely gonna find the journal at some point isn't he?

Khlui, the instrument of love. He's playing it thinking of Torfun... and oop a lil bit of Tian. Oh no, the gay thoughts!! Flute solo them away like Lan Xichen taught you!!! Wait.... theres more thoughts of Tian... and a smile. Oh.

3/4

Hdjdjajd CHIEF TOOK TIME OFF TO FUCK WITH TIAN??? AND ENDED THE DAY WITH SMILING WHILE THINKING OF HIM????? You played yourself, Chief, you fooool.

Drake is back! 🙌🙌 "Rang and I believe you can win the hearts of the villagers" Rang is literally speaking to Tian for the first time, but ok.

Ahhh, Chief does know that Torfun died. He's just lying to all the villagers. It seems worse to assume that someone you all thought of as family just left and never returned with no letter or anything since, but sure pretend she's alive Chief, that's definitely not a terrible decision.....

"A pig has diarrhoea" absolutely standard excuse.

4/4

Oh no Chief looks so betrayed.

Chief's kinda a shithole tbh but I'm glad the doctor was there to say that no one wants a kid to get hurt on their watch.

Tell him not to leave! Orrrrr antagonise him into staying.. aaaah

He's thinking about why he wants to be there and the encouraging words of the volunteer teacher head guy... almost like words of encouragement work better than harsh criticism WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED.

That was.. a lot of intense eye contact while eating noodles.

(Chief would definitely hatefuck Tian right now, the only thing stopping him is a lack of the necessary hatred. Chief dreams of being the kind of person who could hatefuck someone but sadly he's the kind of person who's smiling while thinking of him, making him eat noodles and staring fondly as he does so.)

#atots #atots rewatch 2022 #atotsrewatch2022 #long post #on to the next one! hopefully chief gets sappier as time goes on 😅#dont let my comments fool you i know i seem like i dislike him but it will take very little for me to see the light #liomsa

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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you are... too kind- i- i'm you just!!! i needed to send this as an ask and not a comment for images but shhhh. you just always say such nice things and it makes my day like every time!! all you say in tags of art/replies to asks im just like!!!!!!! because u are the wonderful and epic nightmare-rivulets who my brain admires very much. i say my brain because its like you intimidate me but also not me its my subconscious at this point thats intimidated. that was!! not worded well! it also helps the rsd or whatever i got because my brain will just pretend people dont like me or are angry at me with no reason whatsoever! not poggers

(also im glad you like the funky way i type talk. it is the culmination of like being raised in an area with wildly differing accents and dialects. like i say a good amount of words in slightly different accents and some words just wrong. like album!! i say alblum and idk why peace and love)

sorry not sorry for the massive amounts of images im obsessed with sending them all

PUZZLE THIS IS SO SWEET OH MY GOD? :((( <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND!!! I know what you mean about the sub-conscious don't worry, I'm so so happy I can brighten your day I always hope to do that <3 and I'm glad I can help w RSD that bitch sucks SO bad so appreciate it!!!

yes!!! i get that my accent is uhh... well I'd say nonexistent but obviously people from elsewhere would be able to place it, I just can't tell if it's Southern, Northeastern, Northern European, Iraqi, or just. ??? but well that's the way it goes i suppose !

thank u for the soft images i like them :D

#nightmare.ask #nightmare.fave #long post #sleepy anon ☁️

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lisxdumbr · 2 years

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FUSION UNIT 07 — CRAZY:B × 2WINK.

▷▶Prologue (Liveblog)

"waaahh! I can't help it!! I haven't consumed enough calories, I can't think of anything that isn't rice!!!"

Yes I'm doing this. This will only be a liveblog, that meaning I'll just summarize the story and add a couple of personal reactions. It also means it's not proofread!! proceed at your own risk, take it with a grain of salt too

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SO. Prologue starts with Hinata greeting the producer! It's finally their time to get a FUSION, so exciting!!

Yuta is a bit nervous, a bit concerned and a bit irritated as always. but he's glad they're the last unit to get a FUSION. That's when he arrives

THE LEECH IS HERE EVERYONE

"Wait no more Anzu and twins! yours truly, Crazy:B are here!"

Yes, he's late. they're late. are we surprised? we're not.

So Yuta who was visibly irritated since before is like "FINALLY" but since Rinne doesn't seem to care, he curses him a little while whispering LMAO

Rinne: "huh? you said somethin'?"

Yuta: oh no! don't mind me, my bad, my bad ahahah ~☆

my little passive-agressive tangerine. I love him

A WILD NIKI APPEARES, he's basically like "uhh, hi? we're literally here? why don't you come into the room once and for all???" oh yeah, Rinne was speaking in the door frame blocking the entrance but he obviously didn't care LOL.

Rinne: "oh damn, I totally forgot about you guys!"

DID YOU JUST FORGET YOUR OWN UNIT IN A MEETINGHWWKFJ I'm not surprised.

THAT'S WHEN Rinne is still talking and "—UAAAGH!? WHO DID JUST KICK MY ASS!?"

LITTLE BABY APPEARS

Kokkokko, well, am I gonna be punished when you were the one that occupied the entrance forever?

Translating Koha dialect is hard pls have patience with me but that's the main idea (?) ALSO THE WAY I SNORTED WHEN I READ THIS, GET HIS ASS KOHAKU.

Kohaku apologizes with both Anzu and 2wink for the wait, Himeru enters the room after him, and explains that his work got a little delayed and ".......Amagi could you please sit down?"

dude he's like a child. head in hands someone punch him.

LMFAO NIKI CALLED HIM OUT AND OFFENDED RINNE'S EGO. he just replied with a "shut up! >:(" HWBQNQLQPSJQL

Rinne: "ok, so what are we gonna do today?"

Yuta: We're here to discuss the FUSION LIVE!? did you come here without knowing anything!?

HE'S AT HIS LIMIT BRUH, HE'S GONNA EXPLODE AT ANY MOMENT NOW.

DUDE RINNE HAS NO SHAME he's not even sorry, oh, and he overslept and that's why they arrived even latter 💀💀💀

OK Himeru pushing everyone to the actual subject of the meeting, thank you.

As always, we get to decide the unit that will perform first and all that. I chose 2wink because bruh, they had to wait for crazy:b they deserve this.

HINATA IS HAPPY, HE DOES THE LITTLE SALUTE JUST LIKE IBARA TAUGHT HIMHWBKF

Hinata: "I'm happy for all the support! Yuta-kun and I will try our best! /insert sparkling sounds (?)/ ✩ salute

Everytime Hinata says "ureshii" my heart sinks a little I need a moment.

So it's time to choose the center of the song, we go with crazy:b first.

Rinne obviously wants to steal the spot but both Kohaku and Himeru are very bothered by that since he literally overslept that day. they say he's not reliable at all so they don't agree. Himeru says "he's not worthy" oooohhh.

WHAT RINNE REPLI- I need to translate this wait

Rinne: you wretched servants! the leader decides what to do, so you shut up and obey me!

what. the fuck. I'm not surprised though part 164903

So Niki is very bothered by this, again, Rinne being a tyrant and him thinking he's not even behaving like "the oldest" there. yes, it's hard to believe it for me too, Niki

RINNE TOOK IT SO PERSONAL

Rinne: oh Niki! are you bothered by this? you should've said it before! I'll let you take the spotlight see? we'll make you use a bee cosplay in front of everyone to make the venue much more exciting ..... ☆

HE'S SAYING THAT AND SMILING SO POLITELY WHILE HE'S LOOKING AT NIKI'S CONCERNED FACE, BITCH

Niki panicking ahead

Niki: EHH!? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW!? It's okay! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!!!—ghhh I hate this.

Dude I want to give him a hug. I love him so much

So Himeru says it's better that Anzu decides (yes, thank you lol)

I OBVIOUSLY chose Niki. HE'S JUST TOO ADORABLE?

Niki: Eh? So I'll actually have to cosplay....? well, if neesan says—oh, I only need to be lively? ahahaha, then I'll do it~! ☆

HE THOUGHT THE COSPLAY THING WAS FR I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM SO MUCJ I WANT TO SCREAMHQNDKNSLW

OKAY SO from 2winks side things are not promising either. Yuta says "I mean if you're the leader why don't you do it and that's it?" but Hinata is like "but if it doesn't matter then why don't you do it instead?" they're not reaching anywhere.

At some point Hinata suggests that both of them do it since they're the "two in one" unit after all but Yuta is absolutely mad at hearing that LOL let's remember he hates that concept because he wants to be a unique person and not only "a twin."

So Anzu chooses again, I chose Yuta obviously and he giggled in excitement, I love him

THEY ALSO LET ME DECIDE THEIR COSTUMES FOR PLAY TAG and I got to choose the Setsubun outfits, I'm gonna cry so much bruh.

So Kohaku and Yuta start coordinating schedules and everything and Niki is like :0 and says "oh as expected! experienced people are so reliable!" I love him so much, I'm going insane

SO Hinata asks how is their fusion gonna be? And Anzu has a demo already! so she plays it and Hinata likes it very much

Hinata: lemon squash cheers! sounds so good!

But oh no, you said the words Hina,,,

Niki: .... Lemon

Niki: gurrrrrk... (belly sounds) oh no

HIS STOMACH IS SO LOUD Rinne starts laughing at him as always. "damn Niki, your stomach is frickin loud!" HE'S SO CUTE. HE POUTED WAIT

Niki: waaahh! I can't help it!! I haven't consumed enough calories, I can't think of anything that isn't rice!!! ヘ（。□°）ヘ

HE'S EVERYTHING DUDE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I COULD CRY WTF NIKI MY BELOVED.

So Yuta laughs and says he's actually hungry too, Hinata says the same so they decide to go to a trip to the cafeteria !! Crazy:B follows and they get to spend the afternoon there, yay!

Prologue end.

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DUDE translating is SO TIERING but it was worth it, the Kohaku kick and the Niki moments made it worth it. I'LL CONTINUE LATER, it's super late here lol.

#LET'S GOOOOO #dude this took like an hour wtf this is hard #I'll check if everything is correct tomorrow tho #I'm sleepy #ensemble stars #enstars #crazy:b #2wink #❝ ritz.tls !!#❝ ritz.txt !!#lemon squash cheers #fusion unit

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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You have to watch the video in the end.

Look everyone's story is different. And I understand his.

But I want to explain something. Carpenters and Construction workers rule the world.

They're as important as a McDonald's Happy Meal.

I want to explain something else. Sometimes people don't dream of going to Harvard, they're forced to. Sometimes people at Harvard -- I got into Harvard and I got into Yale Law. I chose not to go to either. -- sometimes people at Harvard just want to work with their hands.

I got Into Harvard. And I got into Yale Law.

I went to the University of New Mexico after a dabble at Oklahoma State, TVI - now CNM.

After a long time.. High school, being accepted into Ivey League schools, marriage, divorce, a 7 year old, 6 colleges/universities, trying to decide on something other than a Speech Pathologist because i believe you can learn a child's dialect and they don't speak wrong but different -- I gave myself a stern taking to.

I wanted to be an Architect.

To be an Architect my most important people are Carpenters, Construction workers, electricians, plumbers. And more.

I would need carpenters for sure because I love Gothic, Roman, Greek, Colonial style homes/buildings.

Well I never made it as an Architect my local universities didn't offer it at a bachelor's level and I failed out via running out of money for Speech Pathology.

And it was fucking hard.

But I want to tell you something. Look at his post here you'll see him on scaffolding. In NYC there's scaffolding every where. One of my favorite things on a hot day was sit under there and listen to them work.

We did so much underground work, freeing slaves.

One day I just couldn't handle it anymore. And I sat under scaffolding and I leaned my back against the wall and I pulled my knees up to my face and began to very loudly cry. It was one of the loudest places in the city. I thought no one could hear me.

Then I felt someone touch me. And ask if I was Ok. I wondered how long I had been crying because it was silent and I thought all the workers went home.

So I wiped my face in my shirt and I nodded "mmm I'm ok. Sorry. It was just so loud I thought no one could hear"

"Well we all did"

And I looked up and half the construction crew was standing looking worried.

And it made me bust into tears again. And they asked if i had been beaten or raped or needed the police or any random thing.

And i said "no. I'm just a recent widow and my child died right after child birth and i return kidnapped victims and my job is just hard let me put it that way"

So he gave me a bottle of water and asked if i needed money and told me safe places to go where nice people worked that were nice to the homeless.

So one day the noise of the hammers... The rhythm... I just decided. Not going to work was better for me. I was just gonna do something nice for nice people ... May be for a day or two..

So i would go to Macy's and buy shirts and boots and extra personal supplies for the construction workers, the people they told me about that were kind to the homeless and giving.

After a week the CIA asked what i was doing and when i would return to work. I said they could do it and i didn't want to.

They told me i wasn't acting healthy. I needed yo be underground feeling desperate and worried that i couldn't get people home to their families when my family was killed in front of me.

I couldn't. "Well quit buying stuff"

"Fine I'll buy less"

"Quit going to Macy's. What's wrong with the Bodega?"

"Oh sure where i shopped with my dead husband? No people need quality and quality is what they deserve! They work and they can afford their own clothes but they don't because it's too expensive for rent!! They can't afford clothes that don't rip or get holes in them every two weeks!!" I was yelling but i was mad. I wasn't letting people suffer and i wasn't letting myself suffer. No one had the right to tell me i was wrong. "Lower their rent so they have more than a few hundred bucks!! Look at them# bologna sandwiches that was all! They had no money to even eat! What am i doing wrong?! Good quality! Leave me be!!"

We always had long talks about quality. Because sometimes we found good at Bargain Basement and sometimes we didn't. So i knew Blue would approve.

"Yeah well you'll get fired"

"You wanna fire me?! Go ahead! And then when i want to go back to work you're not going to stop me! You'll thank me! So shove it!"

"You're causing a scene"

"No you are!!"

"You sit here for hours under the scaffolding that could fall on you and kill yoh while playing solitare in cards by yourself! You're not even Tarot. You could be making money on the street helping us but you aren't"

"That lady is a bitch. That lady ain't. That lady is sweet as the devil and that man is married to a cunt!!!! There are you happy now? Leave me be?" I was already exhausted and all the construction workers were down waiting for an explanation and to protect me.

They weren't very happy to find out I worked for the CIA. I guess they felt betrayed. I said "i help victims that get trapped under ground"

And so they thought like They fell into a pit of mud or something and needed help. Which is understandable.

I couldn't explain how i could feel abandoning those girls was my right. How i needed to. How helping them was destroying me. It was not explainable.

I didn't want to be encouraged to go back. I didn't want to be told i was wrong because it hurt my heart. I So damaged.

And I didn't want to volcano in anger. Not at anyone that didn't deserve it.

So I explained then... "*if someone is kidnapped and stuck or put under ground for human trafficking then they can't get out -- not on their own. They need me or the CIA and the CIA can cover for me while I am recovering to a better emotional state"

And one said "but you'll be fired"

"Well i run the CIA so i doubt that and i do check in with them every day down the street at least twice. That is why i was later today there was an issue with ome of the clubs and i had to sort it out. I just can't see the girls and work Like i used to. Promise to take them home. Make sure they see their families when my own was murdered in front of my face. Its just not something i can do"

They asked me for $500 and went to Macy's and in my place where i always sat and did solitare was a white paper Macy's bag. And it said "for the CIA GIRL named Sabrina"

And inside was a leopard fur coat. Of which they had got $250 from the CIA guy attempting to chew out my ass. And luckily it had been marked down. $657.32.

"Don't worry it was half off. And we split the leftover remaining for food. I hope you don't mind" i heard behind me.

I was crying so much I had snot bubbles.

So carpenters... They're like Gods. I've always looked up yo construction workers since that day.

Janitors at the elementary schools i attended they were always my heroes. If i didn't clean. I got beat. I tried to clean the whole cafeteria. Until I was told not to. I didn't have to. And ever since then it's been hard to just let them do their jobs and not help them.

They have been my heroes for s very long time. And not because I'm a germaphobe. Because they took pride in their work

Because like this man in this post always felt inferior. Bullied and picked on even.

Sometimes i would watch a janitor pick up trash next to the can a kid wouldn't pick up because he missed. And I would start crying and mess my make up up. And every one would ask me what was wrong. And i would bust into tears again "because the janitor had to clean!!".

I'm not talking just elementary school. I'm talking Jr high. I'm talking high school. Im talking i would skip school and smoke pot, smoke behind the principal's office or art building kinda old. And i would bust into tears because a janitors bad luck.

Ridiculous old. I would beat up bigger than me boys in school. Even beat the principal once for whipping my little brother. They still did paddling if there was a permission slip. My brothers wasn't signed. Mine and Nathaniel's had been and both said no paddling. So they called it even and let it go.

But i still cried cause the janitor who took pride in his work was bossed around like a bitch by the principal and the principal happened to be white and the janitor black.

So i stopped that shit by shoving the principal in his office and standing in front of it until he promised not to talk to the janitor. Every time he did with disrespect there i went. He took off running down the hall. Scared. Oh that pissed me off. Coward ass.

I used to work st Mazzios in Okmulgee. They used to go in after 8pm on Friday. I always waited on him and his wife cause Jamie always wanted a break to do dishes then. And we needed to. It was a mess by then. Dishes would be sliding off the counter And shit.

He never tipped. I asked his wife once why. She said "ask him" while laughing.

"Well? She's directed me to ask you. Seems your wife is in command here"

"Well I would tip if I had a waitress that didn't give me a black eye!"

"Well served, keep your dollar"

"Well next time I'm gonna pay $3!!"

So I told Jamie, "I don't mind doing dishes and it will save your nails I don't do mine. This guy here is the Principal at Preston and said he will pay to tip any waitress but me 3 whole dollars"

"Do the dishes"

She went over "I'm sorry was there a problem with your server?"

"She gave me a black eye!!!" What a dunce.

"Well I'll make sure she works extra hard on the dishes while I'll be the waitress to only you unless someone comes in since she's dangerous and can't come from behind the counter"

He looked over the back of his red booth and grinned. I grinned back.

Then he looked troubled "don't forget the tip" I sang back in a nasty I'll punch you in the face again tone. And kicked and threw all the chairs into the tables if they weren't pushed in on my walk back.

She got $5.

Oh it was definitely a joke around the restaurant. Friday nights after 8 weren't boring anymore.

His wife loved it. She was so tired of his shit. She knew we worked every Friday night and he was so dumb we could work him over on anything m

... ...

So in NYC. Scaffolding takes over the city sidewalks. Sometimes we have to walk in the street to pass. Or cross the street then cross back.because concrete barriers.

So in NYC the scaffolding is the rulers of the sidewalk. Put there by workers like the man who feels inferior to Harvard students.

They are in command.

.....

I loved sitting under the scaffolding and hearing the hammers. The men above. Working for money. The men above free. Free in the sky. Free from the streets. As far as they could safely be from the underground.

They were like the bird Phoneix to me.

I couldn't see them but i could hear them. Banging and whistling to a song on the radio or in their head.

Up there they were free. Free to build and create. What they were doing would last for years. Decades.

What they were doing would be seen by all of New York City. Its visitors. Its home personnel. Its bodegas. The kidnapped. Every one.

The CIA was afraid i would be lonlier when they moved on. But i knew they were working. I could hear it. And one day the scaffolding I found safe Haven under would be missing.

And i would see the Grand Prize. Their work completed.

I could never finish a bunker they would always refill. I needed a Happy Ending. I needed Green Grass Roots on the side of the building the whole street they touched the lives of could see.

When they finished i took the girls. "You see that up there? The blue and green? That wasn't there before. My friends did that. I want you to know every thing you touch and every thing you see leaves a definition. Some may be wrong and some may be right. But my friends did that and saved me from my misery. And right now want to hug that building"

And we did.

So to this man in this post and all people that work and feel inferior...

Specifically to this man -- each and every student st Harvard looked at you the same way you looked st them "i can be something one day. I can be someone as important as him. I can help build a wall to stay up for years to come so students like me can keep coming to Harvard. If he can do it. And work in Harvard. I can at least graduate"

So never belittle yourself. You are important. You are worth more than money. You change the world every day.

You remember that. People we don't always say it.

But we think it. We find inspiration every where.

A girl screaming in the driveway. A dude feeling lost because all the world was shut down in a joke like but meaningful song video. My worries about people working too hard and not being home or happy.

Regular people others would think as trash. Or overlook as a fun silly video of the times.

P Diddy tripping as well as many others.

You all changed the world.

And you did it better than the President of the United States of America.

We The People.

Need our "lower class" financed people and our "lower classed: educated.

My cousin only finished 5th grade. You never could tell by looking at her. I never remember. I never think about it. Until she mentions it. And it SHOCKS me. It shocks the shit out of me. Because I didn't think about it and i couldn't tell. I look up to her and admire her.

So while I am PROUD this man made his dreams come true in secret -- why? -- because they were his dreams and his dreams alone and he didn't want no one meddling in his dreams -- I want to tell all of you.

You are not inferior because of your race or employment. Your pay grade or gender.

Here if you can pass a test or quiz or do a quick something every one gets $5.

Because you're all equal.

Love yourselves

And this man in the post is amazing i want to say again. Idk how old he is. He looks young. But he applied himself and focused and he tried. And he succeeded.

We're gonna be ok world. Its just gonna take some time

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