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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 21

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI! ― Summary: After the Qata GP Yn and some friends decide to go on a mini vacation before the next racing weekend, but different from other times she keeps her phone close and makes sure she’s sharing how things are happening through her lenses. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. Everything else is made up by me, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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theofficialyn qatar dumpppp 💙

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russellsaint yes, babe, but you're really gonna ignore the make-out pics?

⤷ schumini47 omg leave her alone!!!! 🙄🙄

lewishamilton I look good 😙

⤷ landonorris yeah and I look awful, what in the hec, yn??!

⤷ theofficialyn I am still learning, lan!!!!! 😔

swiftleclerc it's so weird seeing her and lando, like out of all the drivers she included lando on her dump?!

⤷ princessyn they're friends, she posted about him while in Miami too, there's nothing new. plus, he was on the podium

⤷ keepupwhamiltons lando is close with lewis too, I think they're friends way before we know 🤷🏼

tracklimitss IS THAT CORINNA ON THE LAST PIC??

mickyn in my head the second pic is mick, let me live in delusion, bye

sainzfrance those shoes are fireee 🔥

masoncity no signs of mase on the likes 👁️👁️

⤷ chelseablues this is so weird, get a life (I'm curious too, lmk if he shows up)

mickshoemaker I am so relieved to see she's posting, for a second I thought she would deactivate after those pap pics

franciscac.gomes linda! 💗

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gina_schumacher I look cute 🥰

⤷ theofficialyn you’re always cute 🩷

⤷ pierregasly franciscac.gomes where are you to comment I look cute too?

⤷ charles_leclerc pierre looks cute too!! ☝🏻

⤷ grandmonza they're so funny omg complete chaos LOL

pophamilton SOFT LAUNCHING YN FINALLY!!!!

mickandyn I prayed for moments like this

mercmick I love how it's really a dump, there's no color aesthetic behind, just the pictures ❤️

lewishamilton out of all the pictures?

⤷ theofficialyn shut up, I was the one who chose it 🥺

⤷ moonsainz OMG SHE CHOSE IT WDHSKJHKLSDFHJKJHF

ferrarihoax where are the girlies who were saying Yn was dating mason?? LOL

franciscac.gomes wait for meeee, I'll get there tomorrow 🫠

⤷ theofficialyn I'll include you on my dump, kika 💗

⤷ tsunodaalpine I love how she's interacting with every comment as if it was her own post

mercedesamgf1 see you guys on Thursday! 🫡

malibucyrus I understand the fuss with yn and mick, but can we also appreciate how yn and gina are close? mickyn is literally my fav ship because you can see how there's so much love their families can't help but fall too ❤️

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estebanocon ❤️ really happy for you, mate!

mercedesamgf1 finally!!!! 😍

⤷ alpinepierre LMAO

theofficialyn thank you for loving me the way you do 🤍

⤷ mickschumacher thank YOU for letting me love you ❤️

minimacher47 the way she’s looking at him in the second pic, that’s what we’ve been talking about. It must have been so hard for them to hide it 😭

monzaart mick, share more pics with the class, I beg you

albonno he’s such a simp

mercciado it’s over for us bitches

marvelmercedes the hold he has on her jaw, I- oop 🫦

georgerussell63 I’m gonna pretend I’m surprised ❤️

⤷ rodeoricciardo he‘s such a little shit, I love him lol

danielricciardo mick.jpg when?

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lewishamilton luv u, guys ❤️

⤷ hammertimme if they have Lewis’ blessing who are we to be against?

franciscac.gomes I’m so happy for you!!! You deserve all the love 💕

mickschumacher ❤️ you and me, always

⤷ theofficialyn always ❤️

⤷ 1dferrari crying, shaking, giggling, throwing up, grinning like a devil

landonorris 🧡

mclatas him with angie, him holding flowers, him napping omg thank you for your service, Yn!!!!

norrissza he’s really boyfriend material, I have the proof, I have it printed! *toto’s voice*

gina_schumacher 😍😍😍 officially family yayy!!

⤷ zendaya44 wdym officially? Are they’re about to marry?

⤷ charleslepole idc, whatever gina says its the law. If she’s saying Yn’s oficially family she is!! 💋

lewissunshine I can’t wait for this Sunday!!!!!!

lilyhme so precious 🩷

charles_leclerc I was so scared I would spill it by accident, finally!!!

⤷ pierregasly SAME!

charles_leclerc I love you two btw

roscoelovescoco I’s approvess 🥰

⤷ braziliangp I wonder if this was Lewis or Yn who typed it LOL

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chaotic-ish · 27 days

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synopsis : what's gojo without pranks?

warnings : nope ! Just fluff. And him calling you pookie (he totally would)

a/n : got bored af. And i thought this would be cute— i thought.

“HOLY—“

you wipe away the penetrable whipped cream that settled on your face, staring up at gojo in disbelief.

He had given your face a whole plate of whipped cream as you stumbled your way in the kitchen.

“HOW DARE YOU—“

Gojo laughs uncontrollably, with wheezes and snorts all the same while pointing his index finger towards you. “You should have seen the look on your face!”

“YOU BITCH. I DON’T THINK I CAN EVEN SEE.”

He continues laughing, the sounds of giggles dying down to a playful tone as he walks over to hug you from behind, leaning in from the side to take a peck of whipped cream from your face. “Oh, chill, y/nnn, it’s just a harmless prank!”

He licks his lips, humming in delight as the sweet taste graces his tongue.

You taste much better, he thinks.

“My make-up—” you whisper, carefully wiping away dabs off whipped cream over your face and proceeds to dip it in your mouth, letting the treat sink in your mouth.

how much whipped cream did he put in that plate?

“—IS RUINED.” you elbowed him hard in the stomach, but not enough to hurt him.

gojo winces, painting a fake sad look over his face, "heyy, be gentle with me, love, I'm delicate."

he sighs, clasping his hands together as he displays one of his best puppy eyes and convincing pout.

His eyes grasped the attention of the shimmering ceiling lights, clear azure irises widening it's lids.

He actually looked like a whole-ass puppy in the streets.

You grab a few pieces of tissue on the kitchen counter with a scoff, cleaning off the last bits of whipped cream on your face.

But you can't say otherwise that the face he gave you was incredibly cute. It just squeezes your heart to let it melt into a puddle of affectionate goo.

Those eyes make you weak.

But you're not losing to him so easily.

A sigh hesitantly leaves your lips, you cover half your face with an open hand.

"I hate that you do this to me..."

Gojo smiles a goofy smile, pulling your hand away from your face to pepper your cheeks with gentle kisses and ending it with a another one at the end of your nose, making a 'boop' sound as he does.

"That means you'll forgive me right?" He looks at you expectantly, tilting his head slightly sideways.

you lean forward and cup his face with both your hands and lean in as if to kiss him, gojo was already fooled as he flutters his eyes closed and sticks his lips out.

he looks so silly.

But you pulled away at the last second, his eyes lifting its lids when the awaited kiss he thought was coming didn't, leaving him dumbfounded as he eyes you narrowly, not understanding why you pulled away so suddenly.

Then, the pang of realisation hits him—

"Y/n! Why???? Are you mad at me for doing that prank at you????"

You say nothing, successfully ignoring him as you walk out, throwing the dirty pieces of tissue in the rubbish bin while you’re at it.

"HEY. DON'T IGNORE MEEEE," he whines, arms stretched out, hands clench, unclench as he chases after you.

he absolutely dislikes you ignoring him, even if it's just a small tease, which he was well aware of.

A set of arms grab you from behind, pulling you close until your back hits a wall of hard muscle, you feel a chin rest on your head.

"I’m sorry, please, forgive me my dear pookie, snookie, cookie, doopie, cutie pie."

You cringe, your hands on his forearms as you turn your head to face sideways, only a glimpse of gojo could be seen from your peripheral vision.

"In your dreams—“

the sudden feeling of fingers poking your sides caused your body to jerk in response, a small giggle curling the edge of your lips into a small smile. But you still couldn't shake gojo off you, his arms are around you tight to hold you in place.

you should be a bit stern maybe, maybe, you sho-

-poke. poke. poke. poke.

poke.

a few pokes, then birthed multiple tickles on your sides, gojo's fingers making it's work on the curves of your waist.

You held in your giggles, laughs and snickers in your stitched lips, bottling your stiffled laughs until you were about to burst like a balloon with too much helium.

Gojo urged his fingers to make it even more unbearable, your tickle spots being vulnerably attacked.

And you did. Burst. Into laughter.

So much laughter that it's starting to become contagious, like your endearingly soft smile...your profounded happiness, that melody of a voice you have-

Are more than enough to make this man smile ear-to-ear.

You could almost hear the pitter-patters of his heartbeats thrumming in his chest.

"Forgive me," he whispers to your ears, pulling your body down to the floor with him. "C'monnn, I promise I won't do it againnnn."

There was absolutely no way he would not do this again.

"Never—“

"Mhm?"

He sticks his tongue out, it emerges from the corner of his lip as he wraps a leg around your lower body, making sure you weren't able escape his antics.

"Y/n...sweetheart, I'm sorry, m'kay?" Even with the attempted apology, he still wouldn't stop his hands that were still latched to the shaft of your hips.

He can't help the softened expression that crept up on his face and spent it's holiday there.

"SATORU GOJO-" you gasp, "STOP- PLEASE."

"No way! Not until you forgive me." He says, leaning down to plant small wet kisses up the side of your neck, trailing red spots down to the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, and his hands never slacked off.

"Ah, okay! okay! I forgive you! I forgive you! Stop!"

Gojo smiles contently, watching how your breaths come out in huffs of invisible smoke.

"There, see? Not so hard now, is it?"

You turn yourself to face him, "Nah, it was very hard."

He holds his hands up in a show of attempt that he was gonna tickle you again, but you caught one of his hands, entertwining your fingers with his, both of you holding on tightly.

"Don't you even dare."

"Sheesh, I wasn't trying to, you're so grouchy." He grumbles, letting his face fall down to land a kiss on your temple and brings one of your hands to his cheek, clutching it tightly.

a few seconds pass by feels more like a few hours, he just stares at you, like nothing else exists anymore. Staring at you with his lovestrucked gaze, you couldn’t love him less.

“And, by the way, your make-up isn’t ruined,” he whispers, a thumb running over your cheek, “You look exactly the same without it, love, you’re just that pretty.”

you smile, your cheeks suddenly feel violently hot.

there it is, gojo thinks, there is that wonderful smile that has the power to brighten his day, make him forget the worries and stress he gained. You’ve stolen all the space he has in his world, because—

you are his world.

He takes a few breaths, appreciating the breath-taking view in front of him. He thanks the world, the universe, and god himself, for putting you two together.

He doesn't know what to do without you.

"I love you so much, y/n, I really do." He whispers, holding you impossibly closer to him.

“I know, I love you more, ‘toru.”

i feel like the ending is a bit too cliche— someone tell me why isn’t he real. why can’t he exist :(

taglist: @zennyxxy, @asters-r (sorry zen i got bored.)

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alovesongtheywrote · 4 months

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Heyyyy I just read Nightmare Academia, and I LOOOOVE IT!!! You're such a talented writer!! 🩷🩷🩷

♥ Summary: I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the fic :D In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, your author presents you a series of vignettes about you and Reid sharing an office. In other words- you and Reid share an office. Shenanigans ensue.

♥ Warnings: none? that i'm aware of?

♥ A/N: heyyyyy, what's uppppp, it's meeee. sorry this fic took 20 years, lmao. finals hit, im sure you understand. ANYWAY, enjoy the chapter. it's like, 3,000 words, i hope that makes up for it lol

♥ Word Count: 3,336

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Working out of Spencer’s office was strange. It wasn’t difficult, as one might expect. You did not struggle to exist in the confines of that office- if anything, the opposite was true. Working with Spencer was easy. Being in his space and working by his side was as easy as breathing. Despite the pranks, the general bitchiness, and your lingering guilt after the stabbing incident, you and Spencer were a good team. You could put aside your feelings and get work done when it mattered.

It was all very fucking weird.

That said, when it didn’t matter, absolutely no constructive work could be completed within your office. By inviting you into his space, Spencer had unlocked a new universe of pranks for you. You knew the password to his computer. You had the key to every cabinet. Everything you could ever dream of stealing was within reach.

You behaved accordingly.

Where most normal laptop-havers set their desktop images to pictures of family, friends, and/or big-tittied anime girls, Spencer left his desktop image on the factory setting. It was the same default shit that came with any piece of new tech- but this hunk of metal and wire wasn’t new. He’d had it for years and it was still the same image. Boring. Blank. Impersonal and unrevealing. Honestly, you weren’t sure if Spencer knew he could change the image, but that didn’t really matter. Whether or not he knew, you would take the liberty of changing it for him.

You had to move quickly and strike carefully. Despite being a technophobe, Reid wasn’t the type to leave his shit lying around. You had to wait patiently for an opportunity, and when one arose, you had to make the most of it. Spencer Reid would not have a sweet image of capybaras in an onsen. He would not get a desktop image of sweet sleeping dogs. That motherfucker would not be on the receiving end of anything wholesome or sweet.

You picked an image in advance. You waited patiently- and when the window of opportunity finally swung open late one Tuesday afternoon?

You almost missed it. It wasn’t your fault. When Reid finally got up and left the room, you were a touch busy stealing one of the books off the shelf behind him. By the time you noticed he was gone, you’d already placed some horny chunks of text bound by a tasteful cover in its place.

You could hear his footsteps down the hall. You had to move quickly.

Every inch of your body seemed to crackle with a sort of electricity. Your heart pounded in your chest, urged by the knowledge that you could be caught any second. Your fingers raced over the keyboard as you found your chosen image.

When Reid returned to the room, you were back at the bookshelf, scanning the titles and pretending you hadn’t done anything wrong. It was kind of hard to do when you were staring your smutty novels in the face, but still, you managed.

Your teeth grazed your lip as Spencer stepped into the room. You could hear him place something on his desk, but you refused to look at him. His eyes burned holes in the side of your head, you could feel it-

“Here,” he reached out to you, paper cup in hand, “I got you a coffee.”

“What? How? Why?” You stuttered out, completely failing to hide your shock.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Coffee. With money. Because it’s late and you’ve been working all day. You know, the traditional thing to say in this situation is thank you.”

“I- Thank you,” you accepted the coffee, wrapping your hands around it tightly as if you could squeeze out your shame.

He smiled, smug and smarmy. Your shame immediately dissipated. This fucker deserved the cursed bullshit you’d set on his screen.

“You’re welcome, (L/N).”

He turned away from you, switching on his laptop and entering his password. You watched him, silently sipping on your coffee. It was perfect. He’d memorized your coffee order. Of fucking course he had. That didn’t mean anything, right? Spencer could memorize anything, it was all a part of the eidetic memory package. He probably memorized every coffee order of every person he’d ever stood behind in every coffee shop he’d ever been to. The fact that he knew your order meant-

“GOD-” Spencer pushed back from the desk, almost pushing his office chair right into your leg. You looked up, a grin crossing your lips as you saw what had caused his outburst.

A hydra-like creature with a long fleshy body, several long slender necks, and multiple Furby-style faces stared out at you from the glowing screen of Spencer’s computer.

It was the worst thing you could find, a terrible monster from the very depths of the internet- and it had the intended effect! Spencer glared at his screen with horror and confusion, his face contorted by whatever rush of emotion he felt upon seeing the cursed thing in front of him. A sense of euphoric joy spread through your body, burning away all the shame and confusion you felt.

“You really can’t act like an adult for two seconds, can you?”

“Apparently not. Thank you for the coffee?”

Whenever Spencer got on your nerves, you reorganized his files. You hid folder upon folder of paperwork in the wrong place. You switched files with other files on purpose. You didn’t re-label anything- you weren’t a monster- but you did create such a mess that Spencer had to stay late for a few nights. He didn’t mind, really. In messing up his files, you had made a little mystery for him to solve. He liked little mysteries.

Besides, on the nights he had to stay late, you stayed with him.

On the floor.

That wasn’t too uncommon, honestly. Reid’s office didn’t come with two desks- therefore, when one of you needed space, the other usually offered to take the floor as their dominion. Re-arranging files took lots and lots of space, hence, you often found yourself on the ground.

One such late night, you sprawled yourself across the floor and angled your head to get a better view of Reid’s sorting. His eyes darted across the page at a speed that some would call inhuman. (You wouldn’t call it inhuman. You would just call him a speedy boy.) As he flipped through the papers before him, those eyes of his turned to you.

“Hi!” you greeted, “How goes the search?”

“You know you don’t have to stay late, right?”

“I know! But I like watching you work. Besides, the floor is comfortable.”

“I doubt that,” Spencer said, turning back to his sorting, “If you ask me, you’re here because you feel guilty for making me stay late. I told you it’s fine, I-”

“Yeah, you like a paper trail, I know. But I promise, Reid, I do not feel guilty.”

“Then maybe you just enjoy my presence?” He looked back up at you, a shit-eating smirk painted on his face. You wanted to smack it off of him. Or maybe kiss it off of him? However, if you were to kiss it off of him, you would definitely do so with unnecessary aggression. Perhaps violence.

You let out an unconvincing laugh, “That’s ridiculous. Be less ridiculous, Reid.”

“I don’t think I’m being ridiculous. I think you’re in denial, (L/N).”

“Pft, denial. You’re silly. You’re a silly little guy,” you stood up, pulling yourself up and brushing yourself off. You didn’t notice the way Spencer’s eyes followed your every movement, didn’t catch his gaze lingering on the small patch of skin that revealed itself as your shirt rode up.

He almost snapped his neck when you turned back towards the desk. He couldn’t let you catch him staring the way he was.

“My dear, dear Spencer Reid, I do not stay with you because I feel bad for making you work late,” you placed your hands on the desk, “Nor do I stay because I enjoy your presence.”

You pulled yourself up onto the desk, perching atop it. This time, you noticed where Spencer’s gaze went and how it lingered on your thighs. You had never felt more powerful in your life. With a smirk, you reached out and placed two fingers beneath his chin, forcing him to look at you. He took a deep, nervous breath, and you could feel him breathe beneath your fingers.

“So why-” he choked, “Why do you stay here? Just to try and flirt with me?”

“No,” you said, objectively flirting with him, “My darling doctor, I stay here because the floor is really fucking comfortable. And I have work to do.”

His brows drew together as the cutest little pout crossed his face, “I don’t believe you. There’s no way it’s that simple, I am sure you have an ulterior motive.”

You did. You had several. You felt bad for making Spencer work late, and you enjoyed his presence, and above all else, you wanted to make sure he got home safe and un-stabbed. You weren’t gonna let Spencer know about that, though.

“Aw, pretty boy. If I have any ulterior motive, it’s that I get to watch you suffer,” you lied.

With a huff, Spencer pulled his face from your grip and returned his focus to the mess you had made for him. You smiled, but the grin on your face was nothing more than plastic, porcelain, fake material posing as real joy.

“I still don’t believe you.”

Fucker.

“If you want to live in a world of delusion, that’s your decision. All I can do is sit here and watch.”

He smirked, “Wow, (L/N). I never pegged you as a voyeur.”

You responded to his quip like any reasonable mature adult would- you made a little sound and swatted some of the papers off of his desk. Spencer just smiled and let his eyes move to a new paragraph.

You were going to kill that man. Not that night, nor the nights that followed, but you were sure. One of those mother fuckin nights, Reid would meet his end by your hand. Or maybe by your thighs.

Spencer Reid might’ve been a renowned doctor with multiple PhDs, but he still wasn’t smart enough to hide his property from your thieving gremlin hands. Before you had moved into his cozy little office, your acts of petty theft were limited to small things. Mugs, for example. Or books. Now, though, you had access to all his worldly possessions- or at least all the worldly possessions that he kept in his office.

You’d taken his keys a few times. The first time you’d done that, he practically kicked down the office door in a panic. He’d searched the office desperately, throwing papers around and checking every drawer, only stopping when he saw your smiling face.

The most recent time you took his keys, he’d just sighed and stared at you expectantly, his hand open and waiting. You were super tempted to lick him, but you held back. You just gave him back his keys.

Mugs, books, and keys weren’t the end of it, though. You stole chess pieces, office supplies, a desk lamp, and at one point, you nabbed one of Spencer’s fucking degrees. (It was just hanging on the wall, taunting you. You had to take it.)

Your favourite incident of theft, though, was a scarf. During the colder months, Spencer usually wore a purple scarf, but this one was different. He didn’t wear it as frequently- it was long, generally tan with stripes of orange, purple, and green. The wool that made it up was unbelievably soft beneath your fingers. You never wanted to let that scarf go. So you didn’t.

You took it.

And you kept it.

You were cold, your neck was scarfless, and he left a lovely soft scarf right in front of you for you to grab. So you grabbed it. And you wore it. And you looked hot. And you were hot- literally.

It was a good thing that you’d nabbed the scarf when you did. The very next day, the heating system that kept the campus warm during the colder months mysteriously broke down. You came into work expecting the usual warmth only to find that everything was fucking freezing. You were fortunate. You still had the scarf in your bag.

Without another thought, you wrapped it around your neck and curled up into a tiny ball behind the desk.

Spencer was not so fortunate. You see, dear reader, our sweet former FBI agent hadn’t realized his scarf had been kidnapped. Upon returning home the night before, he noted the lack of scarf and assumed that he’d left it in his office. That’s right. The man with the eidetic memory just assumed he’d forgotten something- not just something. The nerdy scarf that he’d spent months working on.

Please forgive him, he’s secretly like, half a himbo. A half himbo in disguise. A halfbo incognito. Anyway.

His assumption left him scarfless, and that morning, Spencer burst into the office, desperate and searching once more. And then, he saw you wearing his scarf. The Doctor Who scarf. The scarf he’d knit himself, the scarf that had spent hours and hours in his hands, that scarf wrapped around your neck. He froze. The panic he had felt in the moments before faded away to nothing.

No. Not nothing. It just faded to a different kind of panic. An, “Oh my god, my cute co-worker is wearing a scarf I made,” type of panic. A, “Holy shit, my mortal enemy is wearing something rope-like that I made around their neck what kind of day IS THIS,” type of panic.

An, “Oh god, oh man, my cute co-worker is wearing something I made around their neck to keep warm in the cold,” kind of panic.

Put another way, Spencer went from one kind of panic to several kinds of panic, all before you looked up from your paperwork to catch his wide-eyed gaze.

“Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you said, reaching up to tuck the scarf tighter around your neck, as if you could hide it with such a simple gesture, “How are you?”

“I-” he stood there for a few moments, staring at you and willing the blush on his cheeks to stop burning. It didn’t. It burned harder. Finally, Spencer choked out something, “Is that my scarf?”

“Perhaps,” you drew out the word, curling further into the chair and away from Spencer, “Why?”

“Well, first and foremost, the temperature is thirteen degrees lower than normal-”

“Did you check the thermostat?” Your words were quiet, mumbled underneath your breath as an expression of genuine confusion rather than a petty, bitchy quip.

“Secondly, my scarf- my scarf that looks suspiciously similar to the one you’re wearing now- is missing. At first I thought I misplaced it, but then… well,” he gestured vaguely to you, to the fabric draped around your throat, “I managed to put the pieces together.”

You pulled back further. Spencer just rolled his eyes and stepped into the office. He slapped his hands down on the desk, letting a loud bang echo through the room. He smirked at the tiny squeak that escaped you. Fucker.

“Well?” you asked, voice quiet and hands tight around the scarf, “Care to share, profiler boy?”

He scoffed, though the smile on his lips was genuine, “It wasn’t that difficult. I came to work missing my scarf and the first thing I saw was my scarf wrapped around your neck.”

“Ah. The case solved itself,” you paused, biting the inside of your cheek. Another shiver ran through you, “I suppose you’ll want this back?”

Before you could move to remove the scarf, Spencer held up a hand to stop you, “Keep it. At least, for now. It’s cold, and I’ve got a sweater around here somewhere, and you-”

“Are a sweaterless bitch, yes, that’s an accurate take.”

Spencer choked and spluttered, his pink-toned cheeks burning an even darker red, “I- I wouldn’t put it like that-”

“That’s cool,” you shrugged, unfurling your body from the confines of the office chair, “I put it like that. I am a bitch sans-sweater. Sweaterless bitch.”

He put a hand up to his face, covering his eyes as he whispered a tiny little curse word. You just smirked, pulling the scarf tighter around your neck as you stretched your legs out beneath the desk.

Spencer was pretty sure he was going to combust at this point. You weren’t aware of this- but even so, you still managed to make his day harder.

“So, where did you get this? It’s soft as fuck, I want, like, fifteen of them.”

Somehow, Spencer managed to avoid choking again, “I, uh, I made that.”

The smile that crossed your lips was blinding, “No shit? Fuck. You’re more talented than I thought, Dr. Reid.”

“Thank you?” He paused, awkwardly shuffling into the room and setting up for the day, “So, do you watch Doctor Who?”

“Oh shit,” you looked down at the scarf as it cascaded down your body, “Is this a Doctor Who thing?”

“It’s a replica of the scarf worn by Tom Baker who portrayed the fourth doctor from 1974 to 1981. The original scarf was actually twenty feet long- the woman who made it wasn’t told how long the scarf needed to be, so she used all the yarn she was given. It was only shortened slightly for the show’s production, but overall, the end result was very well loved by- oh,” he cut himself off, “Sorry. I’ll-”

“Wait, why did you stop?”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Because I’m rambling? And I’m sure you have work to do? And you don’t watch the show, so-”

“Work? Work is boring. Give me the scarf lore.”

“The scarf lore for a show you don’t even watch?”

“Yes! Look, I’ve always taken a more Rocky Horror route when it comes to sci-fi, but I might have to get into Doctor Who because of this.”

“You should!” Spencer lit up, practically glowing with excitement as he took a seat on the desk, “Especially the newer stuff, I think you’d really like what Russell T Davies has to offer as a showrunner.”

“Do you?” you leaned forward, trying not to grin, trying not to show that you were just as excited as he was. You failed, “Tell me more, then.”

He did. The two of you whiled away that morning, ignoring the cold in exchange for an impromptu lecture about British television.

A few hallways away, Professor Belker (the head of the criminology department) sat at her desk. Before her, in two chairs, sat professors Peters and Evans.

“So…” Evans began, rubbing his arms as a weak defence against the cold.

“So,” Belker agreed. None of them needed to state what they were agreeing upon. Peters stated it anyway.

“Spencer and (Y/N) are fucking, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“It’s practically a guarantee at this point. You don’t share an office with your mortal enemy unless you and that enemy are having… relations.”

“Wow, ‘mortal enemy.’ That’s intense, Belker,” Evans’ eyes got wide.

“It is. I’m quoting them directly,” Belker replied, her body weighed down in a way that told the other profs that she had heard that quote a million times.

“Well, it was a good move to shut the heat off. I saw (Y/N) with Spencer’s scarf, so…” Peters gave a large and unsubtle wink.

“I didn’t shut the heat off. I thought about it, but-”

“It couldn’t have been you, Belk,” Evans interrupted, “I saw the preliminary report. The power shut off in the middle of the night.”

“Huh. That’s odd.”

“Odd indeed.”

A few more hallways away, a book fell off one of the many shelves in your office. Your office. The haunted office. The ghost was getting her way, and lord help anyone who tried to stop her.

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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Uncle Wayne comforts you after a nightmare (e.m. x gn!reader, Y/N thinks of Uncle Wayne as their dad)

A/N: I had a night of nightmares, the first of which left me sweaty and shaking for about an hour before I felt brave enough to try sleeping again. And then I had another nightmare. And then I had to go to work. I was writing this in my head all day until I finally got to come home and type it up. I should be studying right now but I haven't written in WEEKS and it's slowly rotting me from the inside out, so here we go.

Dedicated this fic to @badgirlforeddiemunson because she left me a note from Uncle Wayne in my inbox which was exactly what I needed, it made me cry and I wanted to leave this little dedication as a thank you to her! 🙏❤️

A massive thank you as well to @fandomohana for helping me with Uncle Wayne's characterisation in this; this fic wouldn't be what it is without you!💗😍🙏

Aaaand a big big thank you to @ilovecupcakesandtea , who stopped me from deleting this fic because I felt like I'd forgotten how to write our beloved and bestest dad Uncle Wayne buuuut it turns out I was just being mean towards myself... There's a surprise😂💀thank you for reading this for me and validating my characterisation choices!💕💕💕

Tw; nightmare (not described so it can fit any nightmare you may have had), crying (reader), reader wakes up afraid, general anxiety (not wanting to wake a sleeping Munson and then feeling guilty for doing it accidentally despite best efforts not to), Uncle Wayne and Eddie are both absolute sweethearts, as aforementioned, Y/N sees Uncle Wayne as being like a parent to them & this is explicit in the narrative (totally not me showing my own feelings👀🥺), brief allusion to marrying Eddie one day throuhg Uncle Wayne's narration.

People who asked to be tagged in this: @pandawithprobs @arianatheangel-girl @ali-r3n @sagaonpandora @digital-charlie @tracymbcm @cherrycolas-things @simping-over-boys-with-trauma @stevesmunsons @esme-viridian @eddiemunsonsgf2 @browneyes8288 @allthefandomstogether @robinsbuckleys

Word count: 4, 197 (this took TWO MONTHS of grabbing ten minutes here and there every day where I could🥺🥺🥺)

(SEEING THEM SIDE BY SIDE LIKE THIS IS KILLING MEEEE ~ OMG PLEASEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔)

You awake with a start, your heart pounding in your head, nerves ablaze, body trembling. Sweat drenches your body. You feel cold, sticky. Disgusting.

The remnants of your nightmare cling to you as surely as the twisted sheets beneath you, your body writhing uncontrollably in the face of your terror.

You lay there in the dark, trying desperately to reorient yourself.

You can see Eddie’s beautiful guitar, looking like she was made for another dimension, hanging up on the mirror. You can see Eddie’s handmade Corroded Coffin banner (and you know what the secret is; that Uncle Wayne had stencilled the logo on prior to Eddie painting his band’s name on the old bedsheet - Eddie had been so excited that his hands were shaking too badly for him to do it on his own), you can see the way Eddie’s blinds never close all the way, letting the moonlight spill into the room.

You turn your head, your breathing still erratic, that lump in your throat growing more pronounced as the seconds tick past, and you see the one person in the world who fills your lungs with oxygen, your heart with rainbows, and your soul with reminders of all your reasons why.

Eddie.

You want so very badly to wake up the sleeping man, but you feel guilty at even the thought of doing that. Why should you disturb his sleep just because you had a nightmare? It would have been more than fine if the shoe was on the other foot, you would have wanted Eddie to wake you up so that he didn’t have to calm himself down alone, but for you to wake him up in the same situation, even knowing as you do that Eddie would want to be woken up so he could comfort you? No way, you won’t do that to him.

In the end, this thought is what breaks you: you're suffering but you're not allowing yourself Eddie because you want him to rest.

A sob rips out of your throat and you quickly muffle it with a hand, not wanting to accidentally wake him up either, stumbling out of Eddie's bed. You make your way down the narrow hall to come into the living room, eyes darting around nervously, looking for something to ground you; something to make you finally and fully realise that you're awake, you're safe, it's over. And then your eyes land on something - someone - which makes all the bad stuff not seem so scary anymore.

You see dearest Uncle Wayne asleep on the pullout bed.

And then you cry harder.

On shaky legs do you come to stand beside the bed, looking down at the human sized lump underneath the worn duvet. You bend down at the waist and lightly shake Uncle Wayne. In reality, you don't even shake him, you just half-heartedly wiggle your hand back and forth across the soft expanse of duvet. It is too gentle a movement for Uncle Wayne to be able to feel it, especially through the duvet. You don't want to wake him up, not really, but you also don't want to be alone in your fear, you want someone to comfort you.

But you don't want to wake anyone up just because you had a nightmare. You are a person grown, you can handle a nightmare without waking someone, right?

Wrong.

You wince against the tiny voice in your head, and partially give yourself what you want by sitting down on the floor beside Uncle Wayne's bed, leaning your head against what you figure is his shoulder. Your tears fall easily, your bottom lip starting to become sore with how hard you are biting down on it to keep yourself from making a sound. You are surprised that even walking into the living room hasn't woken Uncle Wayne up; he's a heavy sleeper unless one of his kids need him, unless you or Eddie need him.

"Uncle Wayne," you whisper as quietly as possible, one of your hands creeping under the duvet as you search for one of his; you know how he lays, you know roughly where his hands are basing on how he's laying, and indeed do you find one of his hands. You curl your fingers loosely around his as slowly and as carefully as you can, trying so hard not to wake him up even though you're desperately looking for comfort. "I'm really sorry. I had a nightmare and I - I need you but I don't wanna wake you up because you'll get mad at me." At this thought do you cry harder still, and the secretly awake Uncle Wayne's heart bleeds at all of the pain in your voice, barely audible even in the stillness of the room. "That's why I'm out here, I didn't even wanna wake up our Eddie but you're both all I want right now... but I can't because I'm an adult and I shouldn't be crying here over a nightmare and you're - you don't need me waking you up and - "

The only reason Uncle Wayne can still make your words out is because he knows you, he knows you, but as tears drip sore with audible plinks on the duvet and as you bend over his hand, pressing your forehead against his palm, you're practically incoherent. Uncle Wayne decides that it is time to come clean and 'wake up'.

When you start to repeat yourself, it means that your cycle of anxiety is starting, and he wants to quell it immediately. One of his kids need him, so who the fuck cares that he's just worked a twelve hour shift?

One of his kids needs him.

The hand which is pressing against your forehead twitches as Uncle Wayne splays his fingers, the pads rubbing lightly against your hairline. You start, not expecting the 'sleepy' touch of a man who has actually been awake since the moment you woke up; you had almost screamed. He knows you well enough to know that you don't ever want to bother him, and that's why you haven't woken him up this night, so he had decided to feign sleep so that he could pretend to wake up on his own; hoping to alleviate the guilt if you had woken him up. Uncle Wayne doesn't know if you know about this, but that's a conversation for when you're calmer and he is more 'awake'.

Fingers slide further across your scalp and begin to lightly smooth over your hair, the rustling of bedsheets tells you that your Uncle Wayne is rolling over, bringing himself closer to you as he gives up the game.

"Hey now, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne's voice is deeper than usual with sleep but just as gruff, and it is at perfect odds with the sheer kindness you see in his eyes, all the little night lights and lamps around the trailer creating a warm ambience in an already warm and loving home. "What monsters you been tryna' fight, darlin'?"

All at once, you feel like a small child standing at the foot of your parents’ bed. Distantly, you realise that you are, and tears drip anew down your face, faster and harder than before. You woke him up you woke him up stupid stupid you woke him up - you inhale shakily and two words rip out of your throat like they are terrified they'll be swallowed if they don't jump off the tip of your tongue right now.

Uncle Wayne always manages to make you realise how not okay you are; you fool the world easily and sometimes even Eddie has to squint at you to decide for himself, but Uncle Wayne? No wool fits over his eyes, no matter how well it's knitted.

“Nightmare. Bad.”

The hand on your hair stills at the tremble in your voice and the way your bottom lip wobbles. You bite down on it hard to keep from making a sound, feeling awful about the fact that you have woken Uncle Wayne up. The pullout bed is small but Uncle Wayne shuffles back as far as he can and pats the slim vacant space.

"C'mon, in y'get."

At your blank expression, Uncle Wayne smiles with all the patience of the world. He has been through so much and he carries daily with him a great deal of anger due to how the world has treated him his whole damn life, not to mention what it's doing to his boy, and yet he's still so kind. You never fail to be able to draw strength from the inspiration he gives you. "You really think my boy hasn't crawled into bed with me after a nightmare? He might be twenty, but he's still my baby. You don't have to, darlin', but I know that look on your face. I seen it on my boy's so many times right before he crawls in." A pause, a wry smile as if he knows how to really convince you, then, "he did it just last week, last I can remember."

Uncle Wayne sees the second he manages to coax you into it, and it makes him smile. You're careful as you ease into his bed, not wanting to get in his way or be intrusive, but Uncle Wayne makes no fuss about it and simply lays there until you're comfortable. He lets you wrap an arm around him, he lets you nuzzle into that red and blue flannel you love so well, and then he holds you too, his grip tight, firm, his hands hot on your upper arm. He wonders where his baby is, but he knows that you haven't woken him up. The chainsaw snore coming from just down the hall gives you away and you and Uncle Wayne laugh quietly together. Somewhere in the back of your mind, your brain presses record on the sound, wanting to cherish it forevermore.

"Do you think if we ripped an actual chainsaw next to his window he'd sleep through it?"

Uncle Wayne chuckles, fondness saturating his voice, "Far as I know, he still can. Did it when he was fourteen; had to cut a tree back near his window. Was worried I'd wake him, but he slept right through." A smile soaked Uncle Wayne's next words in sunshine, "My boy's grown into himself but his nature ain't changed back from when he was a kid." My Eddie's forever, he thinks.

The humour, always in the serious if one tilts their head, fades away and you're once again left with the fact that Uncle Wayne has selflessly stepped up for someone yet again. You wonder who steps up for him when the time comes. Between you and Eddie, Uncle Wayne's chances are golden.

"You never answered my question, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne dropped a kiss to your forehead. It was more like the press of facial hair to your skin than anything else, but it warmed you from the inside out all the same. "What monsters you been tryna' fight'?" Despite the way he words it, you hear the underlying message immediately:

Talk to me.

You draw in a shuddering breath but Uncle Wayne, who is secretly more of a parental figure to you than either of your parents put together, doesn't try to soothe you beyond how he already is. He lets you cry, he lets you curl into him like he's your protection from the world (he is, even when everything is okay), he lets you take your time in telling him everything, and the entire time he has you wrapped in his arms, pressed tight into his chest. When the nightmare is relived and you're still crying, he addresses his main concern.

"You wanna go back to Eddie, darlin'?" You freeze, thinking that perhaps this is Uncle Wayne's gentle attempt to get rid of you, but he shakes his head when he feels you tense up. "Easy, sweetpea, I ain't meanin' it like that," He squeezes his arms around you and drops a proper kiss to your forehead. "But my boy is gonna' be missin' you. You know he wakes up at the drop of a hat if either of us ain't there with him."

"No," your bottom lip wobbles and more tears drip down your face. Uncle Wayne's calloused thumb wipes them away gently. "I mean... I want Eddie but... Don't wanna leave you." The last four words are quieter than the rest, broken, your bottom lip and chin trembling. You feel sick at the thought of having to pull away from Uncle Wayne, even though you really want Eddie too. But you want Uncle Wayne. "Please don't make me go, please. Don't wanna leave you." You hold onto Uncle Wayne even tighter, crying harder now than you have done ever since you jolted awake, and Uncle Wayne is quick to soothe you.

"Hey, now," Uncle Wayne hushed, hugging you somehow even more securely to him so that you can feel his heart, slow and steady, thumping deep within his chest. It's in the Munson Doctrine that if Uncle Wayne isn't worrying, then everything is okay. His heart is steady, he is okay, and so shall you be. You take an instinctive deep breath and melt. "I said nothin' about leavin'. But you need Eddie, sweetheart. C'mon, I'll go too."

You shake your head again, "N-no, I woke you up. You need sleep. M'okay." Your cheeks burn as Uncle Wayne gives you The Look™️, which always brings you and Eddie to a grinding halt. This is in the Munson Doctrine too; never tell Uncle Wayne that you're fine if you're not. He knows. He always knows.

"I'm coming with you, darlin'. I ain't sleepin' 'til I know you're okay. It ain't a discussion, Y/N."

He pats your shoulder gently and you very reluctantly untangle yourself from him, the urge to cry still very much with you even as your tears start to slow. Uncle Wayne sees your face begin to crumple, ready are you to cry anew, and he stands up with an exaggerated groan, making you giggle. Only a Munson could make you smile while you're crying. Already can you feel the remnants of the nightmare beginning to dissipate and you lean into Uncle Wayne's side as he slots your hands together, walking with you through the trailer into Eddie's bedroom.

Your home away from home.

Uncle Wayne raises a hand and raps on the door three times with the knuckle of his littlest finger and there's a sleepy groan from within which is so perfectly Eddie that it makes the two of you huff laughter. "Y'decent, boy?"

A louder, slightly more exaggerated groan has Uncle Wayne's shoulders shaking with laughter as he pushes the door open, stepping into Eddie's room and pulling you along behind him. You keep your hand tight in his, eyes roaming over the bed as you try to figure out if three adults could fit comfortably onto one bed.

You do not want to let go of Uncle Wayne.

You don't know why. You don't care why. You just want him to stay.

"E-Eddie?" Your voice is thick with all the tears you have shed thus far, and all the tears you have yet to let go of. He doesn't answer you right away and you whimper, which makes both Munsons freeze.

Eddie sits upright like he's on a spring, arms already reaching for you just as Uncle Wayne walks with you across the room, making a beeline for his son and the love of your life.

"Whoa whoa, hey,"

"Hush now, darlin',"

The Munsons simultaneously speak at a level volume to each other so it's a symphony of empathy and love and it triggers a third crying spell within you.

"Get up on the bed, sweetpea, that's it," Uncle Wayne guides you through glassy vision to sit beside Eddie on the bed. Eddie is brushing sleep out of his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with one hand and he reaches for you with the other, trying to physically wake himself up and comfort you at the same time. "You got 'em, Eddie?"

"Always."

He speaks the word like a vow and it makes you smile.

The expression on your face dies as quickly as it is born, for Uncle Wayne slides his fingers out from between yours and pats your shoulder in a parting gesture. Panic seizes your heart and you grab at him, your fingers finding purchase in the sleeve of that flannel you love so much. "No!!!!" Yet again, the noise you make causes both Munsons to freeze. "No, please don't go! Please don't leave me, Uncle Wayne. Please stay, pl - " You're incoherent in your physical exhaustion and in the remnants of your fear, as well as your physical need for Uncle Wayne.

You're wrapped up in Eddie's arms, his lips at your hairline and his hands rubbing up and down wherever he can reach but even here, you are still shaking like a leaf, one hand holding Eddie in a death grip and the other still holding onto Uncle Wayne's sleeve. When he doesn't move away, your fingers spider down to grip onto his fingers, locking your hands together like you did before. Uncle Wayne blinks hard - a gesture Eddie recognises as his trying not to cry - and something slides into place for the younger Munson.

All at once, around his horrified curiosity about what you had been dreaming about to render you into a shaking crying wreck, Eddie knows exactly what you need to get you feeling safe and secure.

"Dad." His voice is quiet, more serious than you've heard him in a long time, "Can't you stay, just for tonight?"

The thought of this makes you smile even as a few more tears slip down your cheeks, and tender blues and chocolate browns zero in on the expression.

"Is that - "

"Did you just - "

" - a smile?"

The Munson men almost speak over each other in exaggerated tones of surprise and it makes you giggle, a wet yet very welcome sound. In turn, this makes Eddie smile, and seeing both of his kids at once expressing happiness? Why, how can Uncle Wayne deny either of you anything, even when he's tired as all hell from his twelve hour shift and interrupted night of sleep? There are many things lacking in the Munson household but the one thing they have always had in abundance is love. And if what you both want right now is for him to stay with you, then who is he to say no? The fact that something as simple as his presence is enough to chase your fears away warms Uncle Wayne's heart right to its centre, and he feels deep within him that you're gonna be an official Munson one day. You're honourary for now, but he knows what's coming, and he's so excited.

"I think it is, son, clear as day after all them tears," Uncle Wayne carefully pulls his hand away from you as Eddie scoots across the bed towards the side closest to the window. "I ain't gonna say no to that."

You push up closer to Eddie as Uncle Wayne sits down and then eases himself down onto the mattress, getting comfortable. You have a playfully wriggly Munson either side of you and you know they're playing up to make you feel better, to keep you smiling, but you also see now where Eddie gets his dramatics from. All of Eddie really has come from Uncle Wayne, hasn't it?

Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight into him, and Uncle Wayne remains where he is on the side of the bed closest to the door; he doesn't move much in his sleep, his body used to the slim pull-out bed he's been sleeping on since he legally adoped Eddie well over a decade ago.

"Aren't you gonna come closer to us, dad?"

"How close is closer?" Uncle Wayne tilts his head at Eddie, who only grins and looks at you, effectively putting you on the spot as they allow you to decide what kind of cuddle you want.

You pause and listen to yourself, your eyes closing as you try to get that little voice in the back of your head to tell you what you want. One word drifts across the front of your mind and it jumps off the tip of your tongue, as if it's afraid it will be swallowed if it doesn't voice itself now.

"Sandwich." A pause and then, "wait, no. Toastie." Your words are strange but you are understood; hold me so tight that if you are bread and I am cheese, I will melt between you.

Uncle Wayne smiles and scoots closer to you and to Eddie, wrapping an arm around you. His hand rests on Eddie's wrist as the two of them surround you. "Come on, then, butter up."

His chuckle punctuates Eddie's drawn out groan; only a good pun is met with that kind of reaction. "Of all the puns available, you go with butter? Really?"

Uncle Wayne shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It makes him look younger and you melt; the Munsons have both had such difficult lives, and where Uncle Wayne is full of anger, he is only ever kind... life lessons he has imparted onto Eddie, whom makes his dad proud every single day. You had told Eddie once that he was living up to the Munson name, and before that flash of indignation and confusion turned into hurt, you had listed all the ways you see Uncle Wayne in him, and Eddie had lit up like a Christmas tree. It is one of your most treasured memories.

You take advantage of the rare moment offered to you by the world after such an awful nightmare and cuddle into Uncle Wayne, pressing your face into that red and blue flannel you love so well. He hums and presses his lips to your forehead, not exactly giving you a kiss but the sentiment is the same. Eddie rolls so that he is cuddled into your back, his nose pressed into the nape of your neck. Uncle Wayne's hand spiders across Eddie's wrist more firmly, grasping his boy to him, and Eddie tilts that same hand palm up so that he can hold his Uncle's wrist, too. The Munsons feel each other's heartbeats pounding firmly underneath skin and it soothes the both of them more than anything else in the world ever will.

You smile into the articial darkness afforded to you by Uncle Wayne's chest. "Ask your dad when I'm asleep, Eddie. Don't wanna relive a third time."

"Wh - how did - I didn't even say anything, sweetheart." Eddie's voice was bemused and you grin, somehow managing to cuddle into Uncle Wayne and pull backwards into Eddie at the same time.

"Didn't have to - I can hear you thinking over there."

"Wondered what that burning smell was," Uncle Wayne playfully wrinkles his nose and the three of you share quiet laughter, marvelling at the power of being able to laugh even when one of you is coming down from an experience of visceral terror.

You burrow down once more, nosing into Uncle Wayne's flannel to get as close to him as you physically can, and Eddie follows you across the minute space left between you so that you become the cheese toastie you have mentioned wanting to become this night and, truthfully, every night. The two people you love most of all surround you now, keep you safe from harm even and especially from your own mind, and you fall asleep to the persistent but gentle vibration of Uncle Wayne's voice through his chest as he begins to tell Eddie all about your nightmare, four arms tightly around you. The scruff of Uncle Wayne's facial hair tickles the top of your head and you feel Eddie pressed tightly against your neck, his heart pounding there. You feel Uncle Wayne's slower and steadier one against your front and you emit a sleepy sound which gives both Munsons pause, one look of fondness and one look of nothing but love on their faces as they look down at you.

Uncle Wayne finishes relaying your nightmare to Eddie and the younger Munson winces with a muttered, "jesus christ" as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "no wonder they couldn't calm down."

"Sure as hell seems like they found peace now, son," Uncle Wayne's tone is gruff, his words, tender heart and eyes kind, "how about we join 'em?"

Eddie nods and squeezes Uncle Wayne's hand; this is not the first night the two Munsons have fallen asleep holding hands and it sure as shit won't be the last. Oceanic blues and chocolate browns blink tiredly at one another and then close as all three Munsons find comfort, safety, security and love with one another.

Just as it's meant to be; the three Munsons against the rest of the world.

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binkszamsstuff · 1 year

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Couldn’t help but stare at her photograph

Summary: James let his faults and insecurities take over his life. Saying things he doesn’t mean because he doesn’t deserve them. This costed him the love of his life and his children.

Warnings: like none really? Crying, angst, kissing, Bucky and reader have children, No happy ending!!!

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For a while I sat there staring at her photograph, For a while I cried and tried not to make a scene.

James watched the old tape of their wedding. The way she looked ingrained into his mind evermore. How he sore to any and everything that he would spend the rest of his life loving her. That’s the only promise he kept out of all of them.

There in the small coffee shop he watched crying as his y/n and their children sit at a table smiling and talking. He tried not to make a scene.

There was a time when we were young I used to make her laugh. But life is long, my love has gone away from me, gone away from me, gone away from me

“Ew James stop! No..no don’t you dare put that on meeee!” James chased her around the island in their home with raw cookie dough, trying to smear it on her. He was shirtless just in some sweatpants, she was in his shirt.

“Come on baby come give me a kiss” he said playfully.

“If I walk over there and give you a kiss promise you won’t get that on me?” She asked hesitantly

“Yes, yes I promise!” He laughed. She slowly made her way to him like a bunny trying to approach a wolf. He had his arms out waiting for her smiling like a fool. Drunk on love. Once she was in his arms, he held her tight and kissed her. It was warm and comfortable. No lust just pure admiration and love.

Once they broke out of the kiss he rubbed the spatula on her nose.

He broke the promise

“James!” They laughed together

life is long, my love has gone away from me gone away from me, gone away from me. Life is long, my love has gone away from me.

“Why!? James have I done something wrong? Just let me in” she begged

“I can’t do this anymore, the routine and boring life. I have a second chance to live my life! To be free from hydra! And…”

“And you don’t want to spend it with me? Or our children?” Hopelessly. Was how she said it. And when she put it that way James felt guilty.

“I-i yes! Alright!” He took his regret out on her, in anger.

“I can’t fucking stand to be in this house! The mess! The noise! The nothingness! There’s nothing here!” He yelled

“Our kids are here! I’m here! Our family and love and home is here! We built this! I thought you loved us” she cried, sobbed, feeling like her whole life had been ripped apart.

Because…it had.

Lately I can’t seem find myself no sleep at all. Lately I just lie awake and hear and dream of a time when she was mine,felt like I had it all. But life is long, my love has gone away from me.

In different beds, in different houses that are not quite home. The broken couple that is no longer one lies awake. Thinking, missing, and dying for the other. The presence of one another still lingers on the other side of the bed. James sits in a half empty house. His kids rooms all cleared out, nothing but some left toys they didn’t want anymore. The other side of the closet, bathroom,and bedroom are still ‘moms side’ James in his heart is still married.

Y/n even though in a new house still has an empty space in the bathroom, closet, and bedroom, and her heart. Her stuff on right his on the left, but now she just has a half empty everything. She still makes room for him even though he is not there.

Gone away from me, gone away from me, gone away from me. Life is long, my love has gone away from me.

He didn’t want the endless hookups or a new woman every night like he once told her. He wanted what he used to have, what has left him. He pushed her away because of his insecurities. His arm, his age, his past, his ability to be a good father which he used to be. The kids were still young. Cecily and grant only 6 and 8, could he make it up them? Make it up to her?

Gone away from me. Life is long, my love has gone away from me. Yesterday is gone. Yesterday is dead. Get it through your head and walk away. Yesterday is gone ain’t no use of hanging on to her memory that only causes you pain.

“I’m sorry and I love you”

“Please don’t give me false hope. I love you James you’re the love of my life! But you made this decision and I- I don’t know if I could survive another thing like this happening. I’ll miss for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll miss you until the end of time.” He kissed her goodbye one last time before the kids could notice them, the two kids sitting in the car waiting for them to stop talking so they could go get ice cream with their dad.

At least he tried to get his life back after he broke it.

For awhile I sat there staring at her photograph. For awhile I cried and tried not to make a scene. There was a time when we were young I used to make her laugh. But life is long, my love has gone away from me.

🎞️

He sat and watched her marry a new man. One who could hold and keep his promises. And not let insecurities get in the way of his love and family. For this was James’ life now. Staring at her photograph.

The end

🥲

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #marvel #spotify #bucky angst #the winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x reader #james barnes x reader #winter solider fanfiction #sad bucky #sergeant bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel angst

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Big brain Nero head cannon time!

I loved the "Can I spend my life with you?" fic and it got me thinking... Nero would be so soft around little kids! 🤧 Chaotic but soft! Like playful and fully engaged with whatever they are doing and 1000% down to play with dolls or putting on makeup or a full on nerf war or a foam sword fight or even just chasing the kid around, cackling like a gremlin while the kid screams and giggles! 😭

It would be so precious to watch and my heart can't handle how cute it is!!!

Playtime (Nero x Reader & Their Child)♥

(Dad Nero has my heart💖💖😭 Both baby and Reader are gender neutral for maximum self insertion haha~ I based this on my younger family members and how I mess around with them! (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for the request!! xo)

Summary; Nero playing with your toddler! Word Count; 575 Warnings; None! :)

MASTERLIST🌸

From the second your child was born, Nero’s ‘dad mode’ was unlocked and he hasn't looked back since. Dad jokes, tea parties and telling stories with dramatic voices to make an actor jealous– Nero gladly let go of any pride he had before in order to see his baby smile. That gummy smile and the tiny, cooing giggles when he would make faces and animatedly speak to the tiny baby in his arms… It just made everything worth it.

“I’m gonna get youuu∼!”

“No you won’t–!”

You watch on as the two most important people in your life cause absolute chaos in your living room, couch cushions and toys strewn over the floor and the sound of delighted squealing and giggling warming your heart. Nero is pretending to chase after your toddler, dramatically parkouring over furniture, pretending to be some kind of monster… or maybe a dinosaur? You can’t really be sure, the game changes every few minutes and you’ve given up trying to keep up with the switch ups. He always makes sure to be just unable to reach your child, who squeals and yells for the monster to go away as they run a few feet away– but you know Nero is as eagle eyed as ever, subtly herding them away from potential dangers without pausing the game.

Nero takes playtime very seriously. Sometimes you have to ask yourself whether you have one baby or two– because father and child are on the exact same wavelength when it comes to playing. This is a game of life or death!

“I’m gonna steal all your hugs– give them to meeee∼!” Nero rushes towards your child, hands outstretched in a tickling motion. They scream and run behind the couch, peeking over it with sparkling eyes.

“Nuh-uh! None for youuuu–!” They declare, giggling and waiting for their daddy’s next move. “Monsters don’t get hugs!”

Nero gasps in offence, “What do you mean monsters don’t get hugs?”

“No hugs for monsters!” The child doubles down, grinning as Nero puts a hand to his chest and puts on an indignant expression.

“But what if I’m a nice monster?” Nero challenges, creeping closer to the couch.

“Nope, nuh-uh– no hugs for you!” They see Nero’s approach and starts mirroring his actions so that the two of them are circling the couch.

“Is that so?” Nero grins mischievously.

They giggle, “Mm-hmm! My hugs, you can’t have them!”

You already know what's coming before it even happens, having seen this scenario play out many times before. Nero nods sadly, looking thoughtful. “Hmm, okay… I guess I’ll just have to go without then….”

And then he lunges– vaulting over the couch and capturing the toddler in his arms, lifting them into the air like a trophy. They squeal and kick their arms and legs out in an attempt to ‘free themself’, their cheeks flushed and white hair a mess.

“Gotcha–!” He tosses them into the air before hugging them tightly to his chest. His arms are strong and protective around your child, and they lean into his embrace despite still screaming out in defeat at having been caught by the monster. “All your hugs are mine!”

That's when you decide to make your presence known, wrapping your arms around the two of them and nuzzling your cheek against the soft white hair of your baby’s head. A sneak attack to win you the game!

“-- And now both of your hugs are mine!”

~ 🖤

#devil may cry x reader #dmc fanfiction #dmc x reader #nero x reader #nero imagines #dmc nero

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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I JUST GOT THE MOST ANGSTY IDEA WITH MIGUEL AND I HAD TO TELL YOU

So, Reader is usually a happy person but not super bubbly yk? But reader loved Miguel, And Miguel loved them too. But they were both to scared to do so, and they didn’t confess. But as time went on Reader just lost the love they felt for Miguel. And they became distant with Miguel and Miguel instantly notices.

After a few days he asks reader what’s up with them and why are they ignoring him, and reader just says “I don’t think I love you anymore” and it just crushes Miguel heart knowing that they could’ve of been a couple if only he just confessed earlier.

(Poot Miguel omg)

YOU ARE KILLING MEEEE BC THIS HAPPENED TO ME DURING QUARANTINE BEFORE I MET MY BF 😭

miguel o’hara x gn! reader (angst)

summary: neither of you were courageous enough to confess to each other about your true feelings. now, you’re the one who’s starting to move on yet miguel is still latched onto you. it’ll hurt him more than it’ll hurt you to tell him you don’t love him the same anymore.

though miguel wished he could have said something before, he didn’t. miguel was never one to be outright about his feelings nor was he confident in himself. he’d always second guess himself because he felt as if anything good that happened in his life would soon disappear. he loved you more than anything and so did you. it was possible you loved him more than he loved you. though, miguel later on fell harder for you as you began to lose feelings for him.

as the days passed and your feelings for miguel began to fade, a heaviness settled in your heart. it wasn't an instant realization; it was a slow, gradual decline that left you feeling confused and distant. you had enough. you thought your feelings weren’t being reciprocated but you and him were idiotic enough to never tell each other how you truly felt.

miguel couldn't help but notice the change in your behavior. concerned, he approached you, seeking answers for your sudden distance. you’d always be glued by his side and not once would he brush you away. you were truly his other half but things somehow always change. a heavy silence hung in the air before you mustered the courage to speak.

“i don't think i love you anymore," you finally confessed, the words agonizingly heavy on your tongue. it was a painful admission, one that shattered miguel’s heart. the way you could see the color drain out of his body and the way his tensed shoulders instantly slumped down.

time seemed to stand still in that moment as miguel’s expression shifted from confusion to sadness. the weight of missed opportunities and unspoken feelings settled in his chest, leaving him feeling regretful and broken.

miguel’s voice was barely a whisper as he responded, "i...i wish i had told you how i felt sooner. maybe things could have been different." your eyes welled up with tears, a mix of sorrow and regret. "i wish we had been honest with each other. maybe we could have been something more."

in that moment, the weight of unrequited love and missed chances hung heavy in the air. both you and miguel knew you had been too afraid to take that leap, to confess your feelings and embrace the possibility of something beautiful. now, the opportunity had slipped through your fingers. you shared a moment, your hearts heavy with what could have been. it was a bittersweet acknowledgement of the love that had slowly faded, leaving you with the ache of unfulfilled potential. though your paths had diverged, you and miguel would forever carry the memory of what could have been. you learned the importance of taking chances, of opening up you hearts to the possibility of love. and through this painful experience, you found the strength to be honest with yourselves and others, even if it came with heartache.

now, you had finally moved on, but, for miguel he couldn’t find the strength in him to move on from you. you were his everything and all that he could have ever wanted in his life. but at last things don’t seem to turn out the way miguel had wanted too.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @meeom @emiemiemiii

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider person #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara x gn reader

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unabashegirl · 2 years

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Hii! Can we get an Instagram blurb for Harry and the Indian actress Deepika Padukone?? The theme can be anything you like!

Thanks 💕

Suree enjoy 💕

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yourinstagram it’s only been a couple of days and I miss you 🕺

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harrystyles I’ve seen that shirt befo’ 🤨

yourinstagram shhh 🤫

yourbestfriend she is a 10 but dresses like her boyfriend 😒

yourinstagram still a 10

pillowpersonpp so fucking cuteee

alessandro_michele does pants were made for you 🔥

harryfan836 she is gorgeous

harries_reed remind me to send you more pants 👖

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harrystyles quitting music. where do I sign up?

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harry_reed i said no photos during the shoot!😒

yourinstagram always misbehaving smh

britanny_boski I know this is Harry’s account but my crush for Y/N only grows bigger.

yourinstagram good because I have a HUGE one for you!

britanny_broski EKKKK!

harrysfan almost had a heart attack for a second, but I would quit for Y/N too.

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yourinstagram Go stream Harry’s house! So, he can keep sponsoring my ice cream addiction. Available on all platforms. 🎶 🍦

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arianagrande how much is this ice cream? 🤔

harrystyles more?! you already had two cones today.

yourinstagram the limit doesn’t exist 🙃

harrykfkorals as if he couldn’t afford it 😂

harryfan1 she is the one who can’t. only after the money.

harrytpwk Y/N is an actress and model 😂 wtf

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harrystylesdaily Y/N — Harry girlfriend is seen arriving at the listening party for Harry’s house in New York City.

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harry937 she is so pretty!

harryfkorals no wonder Harry is always drooling around her.

harriesfans a supportive girlfriend 🥹

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harrystyles this is why my nail polish never lasts 🙃

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pleasing 👀

yourinstagram don’t know what you are talking abt…

pillowpersonpp the bathrobe, the sunglasses, the nail polish… took much for meeee

jeffzoffs the bathrobe is becoming a thing to them

gemmastyles so pretty. answer my dms.

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yourinstagram felt like a princess tonight 👑. Thank you alessandro_michelle for designing this gorgeous gown. Your talent is unmatched. Thank you voguemagazine for inviting me to the MET. And finally, thank you to my date harrystyles so looked as handsome as ever.

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gemmastyles you ARE a princess 👑

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annetwist gorgeous honey💕

harrystyles I love you darling

alessandro_michelle ugh ✨ wish we could repeat the night.

yourinstagram thank you thank you thank you 🙏🏼

harry472 still don’t see it 😒

harry&y/n37 must be fucking blind then

harry2846 she looks stunning.

lizzo so elegant ✨

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yourinstagram post-met ✨

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lizzo the contrast with last night Harry 😂

harrystyles drinks were too good

arianagrande just happy Y/N was able to take his ass home😂

yourinstagram almost gave up and started dragging him.

harryfans82 got to love Y/N for giving us so much content 😂

niall_horan that hungover looks brutal man

jeffazoffs “i’M nOT gOiNG tO dRiNk”

harrystyles get off my girlfriend’s instagram.

harry837 hungover but still 🔥

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HOPE YOU LIKED IT!

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mrhowells · 1 year

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Smallville 4x02 *chanting* clois clois clois cloisss

Why are they psychoanalyzing each other already lmaoooo

that's some quality yeeting😌

First of all, MOTHER. Second, imagine being able to pull off that orange jacket, I could never

"Lois!!😳😨" The queen doing queen shit while Clark is just standing there clutching his pearls, THEE DYNAMIC

Why is her dad so extra tho💀

I'm having so much fun right nowwww🤗 Have I mentioned that I love Lois? Because I love her a lot

Clark being super upfront with his parents never stops warming my heart🥹

name a more entertaining duo I'll wait

both Lana and Clark seem quite different from season 3, it's almost jarring

PLSSS imagine if he was wrong💀💀

Women supporting women, we love to see it😌

an understatement if I've ever heard one💀

"The awkward tension is just getting started." Lois I love you

I'm memeing the hell out of this episode just so you know

"I can see why you're in love with her." *the bisexual Lois agenda*

Clark: "Look you're really not the person I wanna talk to about this."

Clark, 5 seconds later: "So here's what happened-"

she looks so pretty here it's insane actually

"To keep an eye on me, is that it, boss?" ugh the way she says that is so hot don't ask me why

"My heart isn't exactly what it used to be." They keep reminding me and I hate it😭😭

Clark is having some unpleasant flashbacks right now🤡

watching Lionel get stabbed like whatever, he'll survive🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, back to what I was saying-

askajskajsak the old geezer💀😭

the love of my life everyone

"I don't know how you ever survived without me." I feel like she's saying that to me but also YES, Lois saving Clark since day one👏👏 (flash forward to Loisidiedwhenyouleft he literally CANNOT survive without her I'm-)

bless🥹

He's like gimme credit I did good work too Lois acknowledge meeee🥺

Chloe's like can y'all stop making prolonged eye contact I almost got murdered and I wanna go home👀

🙏🕯Manifesting Lionel in prison and out of commission for as many episodes as possible🕯🙏

Jonathan defending Lex while Clark won't have it? Oh, how the turntables...

"It's funny isn't it? After everything we've been through, I thought it would take us longer to get over it." OOUCH

"Us?" He's like in what universe-

"Yeah, you and Lois."

"Lois? She's bossy. She's stuck up, she's rude. I can't stand her."

Clark Kent, you beautiful beautiful clown🤡 Look at the face this mf made when he said the first part, "she's bossy😍😏😍"

"Do you believe in destiny?" "I don't want to."

yeaaah he really doesn't😬

The more Lex emotionally controls the situation when he's with Lionel, the less threatening Lionel is. Really makes you realize that he only has as much power as Lex allows him to have, if Lex stops caring (which I don't think he ever fully will but I digress), Lionel becomes irrelevant. Even if he still managed to outsmart Lex in whatever way, as long as Lex just shrugs it off like "Whatever old man, smart move I guess." any victory on Lionel's end really loses its impact🤷🏻‍♀️

I still want to know how old Jason is btw👀

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x02 #clark kent #lois lane #chloe sullivan #lex luthor #lana lang #clois #lionel luthor

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crispysnake · 1 year

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"is this okay" "it's more than okay" absolutely screamssssd vaxleth to meeee

it is PERFECT for them and there are so many amazing things I could've done with this prompt but this came to mind first and I thought it was cute IM SORRY😭I just <3 my girl being awkward ok?

Something Keyleth learned early on with Vax, is that she did not know how to makeout.

Well that isn't entirely true, she's getting the hang of it, she knows it's just kissing a lot, and she likes kissing Vax, a lot. Her issue lies with never knowing where to put her hands. Her first two kisses came at a complete surprise to her, she didn't have time to think about what she was doing in the moment, and for the first little while after her and Vax got together, it stayed mostly soft pecks, a kiss to the back of her head or shoulder as he passes by, pressing a long one to her temple after some of their more dangerous battles, Keyleth really likes kissing him goodnight when he's already half asleep, he smiles so warmly against her lips it makes her stomach do flips and her heart beat loudly in her ears.

But then that brings her to now when she and Vax have indeed been kissing for a while, which she so smartly initiated the second he walked into her bedroom, pressing him against the door. The wood of the keep creaking gently beneath their feet, only the glow of a couple candles, only the smell of greenery, light rain, and a midnight breeze pushing through her window.

It seemed like second nature the way one of his hands found her lower back, pulling her closer, and the other gently holding her face, tilting her head slightly to press his lips to hers. She doesn't understand how he can be so effortlessly hot every waking moment of the day. Keyleths fingers stayed loosely laced behind her back, letting him lead her where she needs to be, but it doesn't take long before she becomes entirely too concentrated on the fact that her hands aren't on him. Keyleth unlinks her fingers, slowly bringing them around and hesitantly raising them, hovering awkwardly between their bodies, it only takes a moment for Vax to sense her distraction and pull away, sometimes it feels like magic, how easily he's able to read her. His eyes flicker down to her hands, back up to her lips, then to her eyes with a slight smile.

"Are you alright?" he asks quietly into the very little space between them, Keyleth feels herself nod a little too quick "yeah no of course" she lies, ok maybe Vax being able to read her easily isn't in her favor all the time. He feels Keyleth shift her weight nervously from side to side and is about disengage before "Can I uhm.." Keyleth brings her hands up and rests them on his shoulders, her fingers anxiously twitching and shifting against his shirt. The way Vax watches her curiously, all while smiling gently, makes her feel rather ridiculous about this whole ordeal. "Is this okay?" She whispers, searching his face, studying every shadow for any signs of discomfort.

Vax does not know what he did in his past life to ever deserve someone as gentle as she is. He puts his forehead to hers, "It's more than okay" He whispers in return, he removes his own hands only for a moment to put them on her forearms, leading them up and around his neck.

Keyleth smiles breathlessly, and timidly pulls him closer, his hands sliding down to her waist. She likes to think that the longer they're together, the more used to being this close to him she'll get, but standing here, in the most comfortable silence, watching the firelight dance across his features, simply smiling at eachother, she knows no matter how long its been, the butterflies in her stomach will never cease.

#mira try not to use the word 'gently' 2 million times challenge GO #IT JUST DESCRIBES THEM SO WELL OK #theasaurs.com being my best friend rn #I HOPE U ENJOY #THANK U FOR THE ASK #<3<3<3 #mira writes #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #tlovm

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und8e2ff · 9 months

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Bronze Bro Bonding - Ban's Birthday

the alliteration is alliterating, okay~ ✨💅🏼

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I like to think when the Bronze can't gather together in one place, they celebrate each other's birthdays over video chat.

They'll agree on a time to call, they'll come with their own cakes/foods to eat together, and anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks in advance they'll send gifts from where ever they are in hopes they'll be delivered by the time they gather together.

One time the Bronze gathered to celebrate Ban's birthday over video call. They sang Happy Birthday, Ban just blew out the candles, but before everyone dug into their food, Seiya had something he wanted to say.

all manner of fuck shit below the cut

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"But before we dig in, HERE'S WONDERWALL."

Seiya then proceeds to pull out his guitar and sing the single most cursed, bastardized, purposefully horrendous rendition of the song that he could muster.

Ban is staring DEAD down the center of his camera with this blank, unreadable expression. He's zoning out going through everything he said and did in the last 365 days to deserve this shit. mans is SHOCK rn, C A T A T O N I C even-

Seiya is on one. liek... Dude is playing his HEART out. He truly is giving the performance of his life for his brother's special day.

Hyoga is being supportive. To hype up Seiya's performance he does this interpretive, hip-hop/ballet fusion dance??? he hittin the c-walk and then transitions with a couple sautes into the shoot

ALL with a straight face

Jabu deafened, muted, and got on his phone. he'll be back in 5...

Geki stared in disbelief for a good 20-30 seconds. Once he came to his senses, he found something to watch and started eating. HE DID NOT MUTE and it just... It adds to the chaos. whatever he's playin sounds like deep-fried Cocomelon

Nachi decided to join in by doing ad-libs. Except... His ad-libs are more appropriate to be in the background of NY drill and not... whatever tf is goin on rn... i said maybeee *BO BO BO BO* you're gonna be the one that saves meeee *GRRRRRRRAH*

with his whole chest too...

Ikki peaced the moment Seiya pulled out his guitar. liek, he dead just left the call. no words.

Ichi deafened and then started brushing out his hair so he could put it in a bun for the night. tired

Shun is just sitting back, hands clasped, looking up at the ceiling. He too is wondering what he did to deserve such a fate. A single tear runs down his cheek.

Shiryu is the only person who genuinely seems to be enjoying the performance. he even claps at the end

It was a good birthday.

No, seriously. After this, Ban had an awesome birthday and everyone had fun.

Except for Ikki. Ikki never came back.

His present made it to Ban, though.

#pegasus seiya #dragon shiryu #cygnus hyoga #andromeda shun #phoenix ikki #wolf nachi #hydra ichi #lionet ban #bear geki #unicorn jabu #saint seiya #long form shitposting

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chewwypepsicola · 1 year

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can i ask for any color gang + purple specific headcanons? ALSO what did u think of episode 30 :)

RAAAHHH i love sharing hcs okay here we go, ill limit myself to 6 per character so this doesnt get overwhelming or boring heheheh

General stuff, oldest to youngest i see them like this: green, purple, blue, yellow, red, second. i HC that stickfiguresfighting.dotcom is actually a job they all had and that was the way they met (before second), Yellow wanted independence, Green overall just needed to start making money, Red wanted to really fight other people and he dragged Blue along Following up, Blue and Red are siblings, Blue being the oldest and often looking after Red when they were small.

WITH THAT OUT OFTHE WAY.

GREEN: - AUTISM - Oldest of the group but actually a middle child in a very loud household, he loves his family but he's very likely to have wished for a more comfortable space so thats why he moved out rather quickly and got that job - Noise cancelling earphones yesyes - genderfluid any prns pansexual icon - He HATES PDA (public displays of affection) this is a running joke i have that has developed into a proper HC haha, he always makes faces and gagging noises when YellowBlue are being gay in his general field of vision -Following up, despite hating PDA, he's super super affectionate in private when in a relationship, when in public or out of the confiness of his room he's more subtle like knees bumping against eachother under the table or soft looks across a room, THIS IS OF COURSE ALL IN REALTION TO PURPLE, SORRY, I AM A GREENPURPLE ENJOYER.

PURPLE: - My baby my baby youre my baby say it to meeee, thats not HC thats just my honest to go reaction to anything purple avm - Boy might be dog shit at fighting but he's so good at everything else i swear to god, he's super flexible and has a great amount of body strenght since we see him doing all sorts of stunt and gymnatics plus we see him being reasonably good at parkour, which in turn i have decided to take as "oh okay so he kicks ass at parkour he's the best and no one would ever be able to beat him noted." - I think he's decent at cooking but terrible at baking. Not even minecraft cakes come out right when he makes them. - They/he transmasc ourple sorry woa who said that?!?! (also mlm)

BLUE: - ELDEST DAUGHTER SYNDROME woa who said that?!?! what! - These are just canon but stoner epic skater girlfriend material she's so cool and epic - she/him bigender lesbian WOAH! - Alright you got me i'll elaborate on the eldest daughter stuff. SO BASICALLY. in my mind palace since i have decided that he and red are siblings Blue ends up being the oldest of the two, they have a singular parent so this makes Blue go thru the epic /s experience of having to take care of his little brother and their parent, giving up on childhood and dealing w responsabilities she shouldn't have. You might ask where the fuck did this come from and ill reply I HAVE NO CLUE THEY WRITE THEMSELVES OKAY!? - Blue is doing better now if you wanna know how fucked up that syndrome is just google it real quick you will be hit with the force of three trucks, shes an epic stoner gamer girl that likes to now play pranks on his little brother and be a menace. he's still a caretaker at heart and thats why he mostly tasks herself with doing most of the cooking. - THIS ONE IS BASICALLY STOLEN FROM THAT OTHER TUMBLR USER BUT UHH chronic pains after the lava incident yes brilliant send tweet

YELLOW: - Youngest child in a normal nuclear family, has an oldest sibling, relationships w family are not terrible but he always wished he would get more attention and always felt left aside when he tried to talk about his passions and interests - this guy is autism for sure! - he/him transmasc lesbian sorrey bleh - insomniac i share this hc w everyone else in the fandom this guy is just crasy insane and needs blue to remind him to take his sleeping pills and go to bed - after the LAVA incident and blue struggling to walk down the stairs of their house i think everyone agreed to rearrange the rooms and let blue have the bottom one, those two since they are a couple decided to just share a room and yellow made his old room a sort of study or overall "work" room so that he would not bother blue at night

RED: - ADHD (EXPLOSION GIF) - not a single thought behind those eyes but somehow still so smart and just as capable as everyone else OUGH - fisically strongest, not saying he's the best at combat he simply can pack the hardest punch but he might not be doing it the right way and thus hurting himself in the process - SPEAKING OF, ISNT IT FUCKED UP HOW FAR HE PUSHES HIMSELF?! now that we bring up 30 and everything that came before it i just could Not help but notice the way red passed out like three times during that whole battle, that boy had multiple broken bones and was running on pure adrenaline fighting w his own body to not give up, despite being the one more battered and bruised he kept standing back up and throwing himself right in the line of fire he makes me so sad OUGH -he/him transman realness mlm PHEW - i think that second and he passed out on the couch they moment they all realize they were out of danger you could not wake up those two up for a week they needed the rest SECOND: -trying my best to not run out of ideas here cause i know i have many hcs relating to them but also ive already wrote down a phew a while ago let me think uhhh - youngest. baby of the group, but for some fucked up reason he has decided to take on the "im the more responsible one here i need to look after all of you" role like a DUMMY - it makes very sad to think of him worrying himself so much w the safety of the others cause he has seen first hand that they are way more fragile than him, he doesnt know WHY he endured so many of Dark's attacks in ShowDown but he knows he did and he remembers vividly seeing his friends fight for their lives right in front of his eyes, of course he is going to be burdened with that weight. - Second has terrible separation anxiety that's not even a HC thats basically canon he can not be at ease until everyone is together and he is reasssured that they are okay OUGH (sounds of crying) - Little guy has awful nightterrors that leave him just sitting at the edge of his bed staring off at nothing until he falls asleep again, Green caught him one night and was like "hey you good why are you sleeping sitting like that?" and Second had to explain and Green offered to sleep w him so he would be more comfortable, Second now tends to ask green or red to keep him company when it happens smiles

OKAY THATS ALL!!! as usual i shall share a doodle, please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes english isnt my first language we are doing the best we can over here hahah, here's the doodle! with my family headcanons for the colors and an extra "family photo" for the hollowheads haha

#THANK YOU WHOEVER READ TILL THE END WAAAAAA #love these guys they run around my head like little hamsters #ene answers #avm #animation vs minecraft #avm purple #avm green #avm red #avm blue #avm yellow #avm the second coming #PHEW #ene does art #while we are at it

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arichaa · 3 months

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Love confession from Akaza in an event

Hi! This one took me a while, I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I still hope you'll like it♡

So basically Y/N gets invited to an event where Akaza Human is also invited (I decided to call him Hakuji since he's a human in this oneshot) And after they get close, they confess their feelings to each other~

First, sorry if Akaza is a bit OOC, It is what it is, and second, yes I know, you'll read Daki is called Daki, not Ume, but I prefer to call her Daki even though she is a human ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Precisions: female reader; everyone is human; modern AU

Tonight's the night. The Y/N’s best friend's hard work has finally paid off with the grand opening of Hotel Mue. Y/N was an essential part of the hotel's creation, so she should at least show up. Their friend group also greatly helped, and they will all be in attendance. The pressure's at an all-time high as some major business figures and collaborators who believed in them will be attending the ceremony. She sighs in relief that she won't be the one having to entertain them.

Y/N prepares and wears the dazzling dress she chose several weeks ago. She's a huge fan of elegant events, although she rarely has the opportunity to attend them. For multiple reasons: the opportunity to wear a long evening dress, red lipstick makeup, the buffet, the music, the lavishly decorated hall... Y/N can't help but smile at just the thought of it. She leaves her home without forgetting the gift and bouquet of flowers destined for her best friend.

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On arrival at the hotel, she is greeted by the gatekeeper and walks towards the main room. The door is already wide open, and she can already see inside. There are too many people. Way too many... She barely knows half of them.

???: AAAAAHHH Y/N!!!

As her name echoes in the room, she looks to the right and sees her favorite friend arriving quickly in front of her with a smile. Y/N gasps at the sight. Seeing Daki this gorgeous makes Y/N realize all the efforts she has put in. She has put on a dress worthy of a host, after all, it's her who's the star tonight... Daki opens her arms and embraces her friend, who does the same.

Y/N: Daki you're so beautiful!

Daki: Aawww you toooo!!!!

Y/N: I'm literally so proud of you right now...

Daki laughs and pretends to kiss Y/N's cheek, not wanting to stain her face with her lipstick. Daki looks down and smiles at the sight of the gifts.

Daki: My darling, you shouldn't have... thank you…

Y/N: Of course I should have...

Daki: I'm going to put them with the others... Still, I told you you'd done enough already…

Daki takes Y/N's gifts. They both look around and admire the hall together.

Y/N: I'm guessing you're busy right now?

Daki: Indeed, I need to interact with the other guests... Oh! While we're at it! He's here you know?

She says that while nudging Y/N with her elbow.

Y/N: Yes, He is...

Daki: You know what you need to do, huh?

Y/N: He probably has other things in mind.

Daki: Not at all! I had to negotiate like crazy to get him to come here, so take advantage of this.

Y/N: Ah, poor thing... You shouldn't force people.

Daki: Wait, wait, it's when I told him you were coming that he changed his mind!

Y/N: *surprised* Wait, what?

Daki: Yeahhhh... Let's see... He's over there... Look!

Y/N's heart starts beating faster. She looks in the direction of her crush. There he is. Hakuji wearing a navy blue suit... And he's way too freaking handsome! She can only see the back of him from where she is, but damn he's so beautiful! He's talking with Doma... Daki looks at Y/N with a smirk.

Daki: Go say hi or something... I have to go anyway.

Y/N: What, already? No please... Stay with meeee~~~

Daki: Mmmhh...Nah 😜

Y/N: *chuckles* Wow...

Daki: Have fun... with him... ;)

Daki smiles and waves goodbye as she heads out as quickly as she came, leaving Y/N with a sigh, disheartened. It's true she could go for Hakuji but she regrets not being able to have Daki for longer. There's nothing left to do but go ahead and join the others. As she heads to meet Hakuji, she wonders how everything will unfold.

Doma was laughing when he realized a gorgeous woman was heading in their direction. He couldn't help but gasp and cover his mouth in surprise. Hakuji turns around to see what caused the reaction and is surprised when he sees Y/N.

Doma: AAAAAH look who it is!

Y/N: Well, yes, it's me~~

Doma hugs her affectionately and tells her she is incredible. But Y/N's attention is already focused on Hakuji, who is trying not to show what he thinks at that very moment. Y/N lets go of Doma and goes to greet the man of her heart by hugging him too, not to her dislike…

Y/N: Hi you...

Hakuji: Good evening, Y/N...

Doma watches with his hands on his hips, making a mischievous look. Y/N sits with them at their table and they chat, laugh, and enjoy the buffet... and Doma keeps looking at his watch more and more.

Doma: Hey guys, I have to go now. I'm supposed to speak to somebody, and he’s going to arrive soon.

Hakuji: Really? You didn't tell me about that... Who is it?

Doma: Oh... I don't really know him personally, I have to talk to him about some business stuff… Well anyway, I’m off!

Doma heads quickly towards the exit. He turns around to see his two friends confused to see him leaving so quickly, and reassures them by sending them a flying kiss. Y/N laughs and waved goodbye while Hakuji sighs, amused.

Y/N: Well, it's just us two now...

Hakuji: Indeed... It sure came suddenly.

Y/N: Did you know what he was talking about?

Hakuji: Not at all.

Y/N: ...

A silence settles between them. Y/N looks at Hakuji, who avoids her gaze. She takes a sip of her drink without taking her eyes off him.

Hakuji: There are more and more people.

Y/N: I really didn't expect there to be this many people here, Daki really shines here, huh? *smiles*

Hakuji: *chuckles* Well, at least she has you for support.

Y/N: ...

Hakuji: ?

Y/N: You also have me as support, you know?

Y/N said it while looking elsewhere while Hakuji loosened his tie a bit, suddenly feeling hot.

Hakuji: Really?

Y/N: *nods* Mhm...

Hakuji: You won't be upset if I tell you how I feel then?

Y/N's eyes turn to Hakuji. Is this what she thinks? She doesn't reply and waits for him to continue.

Hakuji: The crowd is certainly huge and a quiet place would be certainly preferable.

Oh... What is he saying? Is he also trying to make a move?

Y/N: Is that really what you were thinking?

Hakuji: Y-Yes! Uh… What else…

Y/N: Then, we should go upstairs…

Hakuji: Upstairs… Isn't it closed?

Y/N: Nobody knows we are allowed to go there and it's better if it stays that way, right?

Y/N sets her drink on the table and gets up. She waits for Hakuji while smiling as he looks at her.

Y/N: Come on, let's go.

He collects himself and gets up as well. They try to get through the guests and avoid stepping on the ladies' dresses on their way out.

They go upstairs and stop for a moment to enjoy the relaxed atmosphere as they take in the surrounding ambiance. The atmosphere is more peaceful, only illuminated by the light coming from the ground floor. Several hallways await them, and Y/N dares to touch Hakuji's hand to signal for him to follow her.

They walk down the middle corridor slowly, which leads to several closed rooms.

Y/N: You're right, this quiet atmosphere feels good.

Hakuji: Mhm.

Their hearts are beating fast. The fact that they walk together like this creates an intimate atmosphere, it's exciting and yet makes them nervous at the same time.

Hakuji: Where exactly are you taking me?

Y/N: You'll see...

A golden door is located at the end of the corridor. Y/N draws near and opens it, then Hakuji follows behind. It turns out it leads to a balcony, a sort of patio. The flooring is made of marble tiles, there are chairs and small tables to the left and of course, the railing every balcony has. Everything is beautifully adorned in golden colors.

Hakuji: I wonder where she got the money to fund all this.

Y/N: It's better that you don't know...

They both laugh and end the walk by leaning on the railing. It's dark outside, fairly cool, and the usual sounds of the city blend in with the refined music coming from the ground floor. However, a notification from Y/N's phone breaks the silence. She directs her attention towards the device. Daki? Is she not busy? She opens the message.

"I can't see you anymore"

"I know I told you to have fun, but I hope you guys are not going all crazy in my hotel???"

Y/N's eyes widen and she glances to the right to make sure her crush hasn't seen what this witch has just written. Thankfully, he was looking at the sky. But sensing Y/N's gaze, he looks at her with a curious look. Y/N turns off her phone and smiles reassuringly at him.

Hakuji glances at the city now. He enjoys the fresh breeze that contrasts with the stuffy heat of the grand hall. Y/N glances at the stars. She enjoys the comfortable moonlight more than the artificial lamps.

Hakuji: Thank you for bringing me here.

Y/N: Thanks for suggesting it.

Hakuji smiles and runs his hand through his hair.

Y/N: So... apart from the crowd... do you like the party?

Hakuji: Yeah, it's a very successful event…

Y/N: Daki told me it required some effort to get you to come

Hakuji: She really said that to you...?

He takes a moment to ponder and fidgets with his thumbs.

Hakuji: Did she say anything else?

Y/N prefers to play dumb. If anything were to happen that night, she wants it to be natural.

Y/N: No she didn't...

As time passes, they discuss anything and everything.

Y/N: The view is beautiful indeed… It's truly splendid.

Hakuji: Yes, especially at night…

While they weren't present, a lot was going on downstairs: tastings of cakes or other small events. But neither of these young lovebirds wanted to participate in those small events and preferred staying here and feeling this deep sense of intimacy with each other. However, the next part of the party would be of interest to them, as the genre of music has changed, giving way to softer tunes.

Hakuji: Y-Y/N!

Y/N: Y-Yes?

Hakuji: L-Let me invite you to dance!

Hakuji seems determined. He had to grasp the opportunity, even if he seemed somewhat embarrassed. Y/N's breathing begins to become heavy and her cheeks start to get somewhat rosy. With a trembling hand, she places her hand in the one Hakuji had offered to invite her. How could she say no?

Y/N: I would love to...

Hakuji can hardly believe it. He swallows and leads her away from the railing for better freedom of movement. He waits until Y/N makes the first step by placing her left hand on his shoulder, which will give him the signal that she's comfortable with that kind of physical contact. He takes her hand and gently caresses her waist. Y/N can't stop glancing at him. If there was one thing she fantasized about, it was Hakuji's hands.

Hakuji: Tell me if anything disturbs you…

Y/N: Mhm...

Their slow and gentle swaying begins, and the volume of music is very low and soothing from where they can hear it. They can hear each other's breathing if they concentrate on them, which they both do. There is no one else who deserves either of their attentions right now.

They no longer dare speak, their acts are already quite loud. Y/N tries to lace her fingers with Hakuji's and he caresses hers with his thumb. If they refused to see that there was an ambiguity between them up until now, they could no longer deny it. Hakuji was a blushing mess. A few minutes pass in silence.

Hakuji: It feels... good to do this... with you.

Y/N is shocked. It was direct. She closes her eyes for a short moment to be re-collected. Then she gently lets go of Hakuji's hand, places her hands behind her neck and entangles her fingers. He reacts instinctively by placing both his hands behind her lower back. The change in position was so natural, it seemed as if one knew what the other would do.

Y/N closes her eyes feeling Hakuji's arms embrace her body. He presses his nose into her neck while she caresses his nape.

Hakuji: *quietly* I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner, but you're beautiful...

Y/N: *whispers* Thank you...

They have both heated up. They disengaged their embraces to gaze into each other's eyes for a moment. Hakuji caresses Y/N's chin between his thumb and index finger and she understands what is about to happen. The moment she has been waiting for, the one that will solidify their feelings for each other.

Hakuji breathes heavily and moves his thumb towards Y/N's lower lip for a soft pressure.

Y/N: *whispers* Come on, don't tease me like that...

Hakuji smiles slightly and wipes away the space between them. He leans in and gently places his lips on hers as Y/N closes her eyes and sinks into his touch. She tightens her embrace around his waist while their kiss becomes more and more passionate. It seems like she wants more from him... She starts nibbling on his lower lip, which causes him to moan, and he responds by running his hand over her ear and cheek.

They reluctantly separate to catch their breath. Still in each other's embrace, they breathe heavily and their cheeks are warm and beautifully tinted with red.

Hakuji: Y/N, I... I'm in love with you...

Y/N, moved, embraces him tightly and lays her head on his chest. Hakuji caresses her cheek and holds her closely in a protective manner.

Y/N: I-I love you too...

She shuts her eyes to focus on his heartbeat as he lays his cheek on her head. He can't help but bite his lip upon hearing her sweet declaration.

Hakuji: I'm so happy right now...

Y/N glances up and places her chin on Hakuji's chest to get a better look at him. He looks back at her, still flustered.

Y/N: Are you okay?

Hakuji: Yes, I'm okay. Are you okay?

Y/N: Yes I am...

Hakuji: ...

Y/N: ?

Hakuji: Do you want to stay here?

Y/N: Do you want to leave?

Hakuji: I have my mind elsewhere... *chuckles*

Y/N: Well, same. But Daki is probably going to be mad at me for leaving her party...

Exactly at the moment when Y/N finishes her sentence, she gets a second message from Daki. She opens it up and Hakuji tries to get a peek. They both let out an audible gasp after reading it.

"Nah, I don't care :)"

A witch.

#akaza x y/n #akaza headcanons #akaza x reader #akaza #akaza oneshot #akaza fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #upper moons #upper moon 3 #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #kny #kny headcanons

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continuation of my last hc, but i feel like even though peter is usually the one spilling the beans to charlotte about embarrassing things about ted or all the things he says about her, charlotte would occasionally do the same but about the things ted says about peter. like how smart he is, how much he worries about the kid sometimes, how he sometimes misses how close they used to be when they were younger, and “he really does love you a whole lot you know!” because even ted sometimes can’t help getting a bit sappy about his little brother. and since peter is about 18 years old i think (in npmd at least) that means it’s only a matter of time before he leaves for college, and sometimes ted confides in charlotte about how the house will feel much emptier when he leaves and how sometimes he worries that they’ll grow father apart, and charlotte doesn’t exactly list off all the things that he’s confided in her about since she knows it’s not really her place to do so but she definitely tells peter that ted’s gonna miss him a lot. and on the outside peter is very smug about it for the rest of the day but on the inside he’s like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 - fluffvoid

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE IT’S EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE

Cause Charlotte’s seen the way they interact & she knows Ted loves to give Pete a hard time & mess with him for the hell of it, but she also know he loves his kid brother with all his heart. & she just wants to make sure that Ted will always have Peter. If only she knew that Peter won’t always have Ted

But she tells him that Ted tells everyone in the office how he always gets straight A’s on his report cards & how he’s dating the mayor’s daughter & he kinda forgets who all he tells so he just ends up repeating things but he’s just so proud of him he just wants to shout it from the rooftops. But then he actually sees Peter & he can’t help but punch his shoulder & give a playful insult. So obviously Peter is hesitant to believe everything she’s saying, but some stuff is too specific not to come from Ted. & it melts his heart because yeah his brother’s an asshole, but he’s an asshole who loves him. & Charlotte can tell that it makes Peter happy to hear that Ted’s been bragging about him but it makes him all flustered & embarrassed & giddy & later when he sees Ted he just comes up from behind & gives him a big ol’ hug. & Ted’s like “what’s this for?” & Peter’s like “Charlotte told me what all you said about me” & Ted freezes up because damnit he didn’t want him to know all that sappy shit & Pete adds “I love you too” & Ted turns around to give him a proper hug & throws an arm over his shoulder & messed up his hair like “ok ok don’t go rubbing it in.” Peter is beaming from ear to ear & is so happy to know 100% without a doubt just how much his brother loves him. But he’s a Spankoffski so he too is a little shit & uses this knowledge to tease the hell out of Ted & is like “you love meeee! You’re so proud of meeeee!” & Ted just rolls his eyes like “yeah yeah. You have 10 seconds to run”

Goat bros & sweetkoffski have such a death grip on me, you have no idea

#asks #anon ask #fluffvoid #npmd headcanons #tgwdlm headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #ted spankoffski #peter spankoffski #charlotte sweetly #sweetkoffski #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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twobrokenwyngs · 9 months

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Jackie I'm still saving the last ep but. I need to hear your thoughts about TD. Is there a tag where you've screamed about it? Or feel free to do it again!! What do you love about it. Tell meeee

screaming and crying over this ask tbhhh

firstly - I do have a true detective tag! and a rust cohle tag! and a rust x marty tag! and although I don't have a distinct tag for meta & such, I infuse most of my reblogs with an insane amount of unhinged raving in the tags, so, lmao. it's def there if you want it! XD

secondly - there is actually a lot I can't say without you having seen the last episode, in particular the way the show ends. one of the things I love is the fullness of their arc(s) and the way they're changed by the end, for which you gotta see how it wraps up!!!

all that aside though... man. why I love this show is almost too big and amorphous to answer lol, but I'll give it a shot!

lmao whoops this got long

I mean... one obvious variable is Rust himself. I am so endlessly compelled by both the tragedy and the potential of him. by thinking about who he used to be - when he had Sophia, when he had Claire. he tells Papania and Gilbough that the job didn't make him that way but that being that way made him right for the job, but was he always that way? was he always a lonely jaded cynic, a product of growing up in the Alaskan wilderness with nothing but his imagination and his synesthesia to keep him occupied? is his nihilism baked into his DNA or was it carefully constructed after a lifetime of being abandoned and disappointed, used and discarded? the thing about him is that he wears that nihilism on the surface, almost like a badge of honor, but there is always this pervasive sense that he is in a state of grief for the things he no longer allows himself - love, desire, softness, comfort, hope. he has made himself into this target for other peoples' pain and bullshit because it slides right off him, so he might as well, right?

like, the whole thing with Crash... that REALLY fucks me up. episode 4 is actually my favorite, and Crash is definitely a huge part of that. he accesses a whole different part of himself to inhabit that person. you can tell that during his time with the Iron Crusaders, he was like... their pet. fed drugs and passed around, used and abused, all for the sake of "the job," but it so clearly was a way to exercise self-punishment, an excuse to remove himself from polite society and just give in to his baser nature. when it came time to put Crash back on, he donned him like a second skin, confident to the point of mania, in a way that breaks my fucking heart. I could go on and on about Crash tbh, it almost warrants its own post lol.

and then there's like, the way he has somehow both no relationship with his body and yet a strict routine for its upkeep. he keeps the engine running (or at least he did, for a while) but he doesn't allow that body so much as the dignity of sleeping with a bedframe. he doesn't use it for pleasure, he barely knows how to control it when he's not using it for his job. and yet, every single thing about his physicality compels me. his slouch. his gait. his little mouth noises. matt mcc I can take or leave, but I think Rust specifically is one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen or ever will see.

okay... let me move on to Marty. Marty is fucking fascinating to me. he's a bastard and an asshole and a hypocrite and I think so much about the way insecurity rules his life. he makes all of his choices based on what he thinks he should want, what kind of man he thinks he should be, and he will delude himself to the point of absurdity in order to realize that vision. (it's why, in my headcanon, comphet plays a huge role in his relationship with Rust and with himself, but that's another story.) like, Marty doesn't actually want to be a family man lmao, but, he has to want to be one. where Rust has given up all illusions of being any sort of person at all, Marty has made pointed decisions about what kind of person - what sort of Man - he is, and that's that. so, nothing slides off him, because everything challenges his fragile sense of self. he overcompensates, he's a product of generational toxic masculinity - by all accounts he's a total stereotype. but like... that's what makes his relationship with Rust so goddamn irresistible.

there's just so much going on there, constantly. Marty claims not to want to get to know Rust, but he can't stop digging and prying, and his protests about what he finds are so... performative. he can barely show up for his own family in the most basic of ways but he's constantly bringing Rust food & coffee, voicing concern about the way Rust lives, trusting him, vouching for him - he cares. so much. and because there's no road map of Expectations to dictate that care, he never becomes suffocated by it. and Rust, despite himself, can feel all of that. it is no small thing for Rust, the eternal lone wolf, to have a partner. he most definitely knows Marty thoroughly - knows when he's lying to himself, knows when to call him on it and when not to. for Marty, he makes a space. carves a notch into the solid rock of his soul and reserves it for Marty alone. after their split, he never really recovers. neither of them do. Rust never fixes his taillight, Marty lets everything dissolve once and for all and spends years alone with his microwave dinners, because what's the point? what they felt when they were together, what they had, was incredibly profound and deeply beyond articulation (they're not willing to do it, even if they could.) and it is truly in the finale that you see the veracity of that change, what means to unexpectedly reclaim the thing that changed you.

anyway, this was just sorta a stream of consciousness, not particularly considered and very off the cuff, and therefore barely skims the surface of why I love this show. I'm sure I'm leaving out so, so much. and of course, it doesn't even touch on the baser reasons I love it/them - I love stories about bitter washed-up old men!!! I love the idea of what they could mean to each other! theirs is some of the only fic I've ever cried at or reread. their happiness, their future, is so ridiculously important to me. and I love the music! and the southern gothic vibes! and Rust's scraggly long hair and his insane mustache and how good he looks in that black shirt when he takes Marty to the storage locker!!! I love that from that first episode, the moment Rust showed up at Marty's door plastered and crying, I knew I was done-for. I mean. y'know?!?!?!

welp lmao. I don't think all THIS is what you asked for but it's what came outta me, so, hey. thank you for giving me a reason to think about them tonight!!!

#true detective #forreal lemme know when you finish!

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