#total Christmas fanboy

[disneynerdpumpkin]

~ Jack Skellington ~

Look at him ❤️

He's excited for December

#disneynerdpumpkin #disney #the nightmare before christmas #tnbc #tnbc jack #jack skellington #nightmare before christmas #he fine #he's so cuteeeeeeeee #LOOK AT HIM THO #you can't deny that face is so cute #you can literally see the childlike wonder in his eye sockets #total Christmas fanboy #spooky king

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

Summarising every single HTTYD movie, short and episode in roughly one sentence:

HTTYD 1:

ADHD incarnate befriends Death: The Dragon and with the power of friendship they OH GODS OH FUCK OH HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Legend of the Boneknapper:

Gobber likes to tell campfire stories

Book of Dragons:

DreamWorks attempts to write a reader POV fanfiction

Gift of the Night Fury:

Critical series lore in a Christmas special?? Yeah seems normal for this franchise

Riders of Berk:

1. Mildew tries to get a bunch of teenagers executed or some shit

2. Solidifying Gobber as a total madlad: The episode

3. Hot take: You can skip this episode, it's arguably the worst one in the franchise, but you WILL miss a penis joke so there's that going for it.

4. Toothless develops an Older Sibling complex over Beyblade: The Dragon™ and HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT???

5. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MILDEW?? I mean I knew you were an ass but I didn't expect THIS??

6. "The films aren't anything like the books!" UM, ACTUALLY- (aka the episode where Hiccup goes full-on Book!Hiccup mode and Alvin is nothing like his book counterpart but the rest of the outcasts are)

7. "Look at this super dangerous dragon I found! I'M GONNA WRESTLE IT!!"

8. Hiccup has body image issues

9. Mildew gets bitten in the ass (SATISFYING)

10. The Mary Sue: Part One

11. The Mary Sue: Part Two

12. Oh yeah Snotlout's dad is an abusive cuck who can go fuck himself I'm not even joking. Love Snotlout tho I gotta say.

13. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! STRIKE ME DOWN, ZEUS!! YOU DON'T HAVE THE BA-"

14. Toothless has a mortal enemy apparently and it is fucked up

15. (Dagur fanboys start screaming in the distance)

16. Snotlout fixes his mistakes (they were very big mistakes)

17. VALKA??? VALKA MENTION??? HICCUP HAS A DRAGON PLUSHIE??? (silently weeping by the end of the episode)

18. Fishlegs and Snotlout piss off some helicopter parents who are also Invisible Acid Dragons™ (ohhhhhh no)

19. Are there... other Night Furies????

20. Lol no BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT THERE IS-

Defenders of Berk:

1. Fight Club reference

2. That one time Meatlug became magnetic and almost died

3. Dagur is gay for Hiccup but like in a yandere way

4. Whoever designed the Screaming Death must have been on a particularly fucked up slice of magic mushroom because I've never seen something more in need of holy water than that dragon (my childhood favourite :D )

5. Snotlout's dad is a fucking asshole but I never thought he'd stoop that low

6. Behold: My second favourite dragon who canonically killed Astrid's uncle

7. They tried to train Terrible Terrors in this episode, guess how that went lmaooo

8. (grabs more holy water) IT'S BACK.

9. Hey remember Tiny Beyblade Dragon? Yeah now he's kinda sorta the size of a house. Meanwhile everything is on fire (twin's fault)

10. Behold: My favourite dragon's frozen carcass preserved in ice- I mean my favourite dragon is hibernating in ice- I mean OH SHIT OH FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH NO-

11. Dagur subjugates my favourite dragon and then karma bites him in the ass

12. Snotlout and Gustav are an anxiety/adhd wombo-combo

13. Ruffnut cuts her hair short to save the life of a really cute dragon and Dreamworks was too pussy to keep it like that for the rest of the season.

14. (darude sandstorm plays)

15. The dragons get high and try to kill each other

16. Toothless is on drugs (I'm not even joking, during the Toothless POV shots you can literally hear stoner music playing)

17. Dagur with helmet hair Dagur with helmet hair Dagur with helmet hair

18. THORNADO NOOOOOOOOO T-T

19. ALVIN, DAGUR, SNOTLOUT AND THE SCREAMING DEATH. HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO GET BETTER THAN IT ALREADY IS???

20. IT GOT BETTERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Dawn of the Dragon Racers:

The gang got new fits and invented a sport

Race to the Edge S1:

1. Oh shit, Dagur's out of prison, better go chase him down and OOOH, SHINY TELESCOPE THINGY?? (Hiccup is a magpie apparently)

2. Gothi once again proving herself to be an absolute madlad

3. Hiccup and the gang move out of home because telescopy thingy told them to. What could possibly go wrong? (GONE WRONG)

4. Welcome to our new home on Dragon's Edge! It's been years since we've been able to function effectively as a team, and Tuffnut's been smoking way too many hallucinogens lately OH FUCK HE WASN'T HALLUCINATING OH FUCK ME

5. Snotlout is gay for Fishlegs

6. NOT GUSTAV NOOOOOOOO

7. Basically what happens when you put me in charge of anything

8. "Look at this super dangerous dragon I found! I'M GONNA WRESTLE IT!!"

9. Fishlegs and Snotlout are gay

10. THE MARY SUE IS BACK AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH

11. WELL THAT PLOT TWIST CAME OUTTA NOWHERE

12. (darude sandstorm vocoded to running in the 90s plays)

13. they made girl dragon pink

Race to the Edge S2:

1. Astrid becomes that "SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE" guy basically

2. SCOTLAND FOREVER!!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 (new villain alert and he is AWESOME)

3. MARY SUE IS WORKING FOR THE VILLAINS NOW???

4. Dreamworks introduces Dragon Werewolfism and does NOTHING with this concept after this episode?? What a ripoff!

5. Fuck Snotlout's dad so much

6. Hiccup punches Snotlout in the face and knocks him out which is no surprise considering he is God of Dragons

7. MARY SUE WAS SPYING ON THE VILLAINS ALL ALONG NOW???

8. Two people and a singular dragon try to fight off an entire armada

9. They succeed somehow

10. Oh hey it's a HTTYD 2 dragon (Free Willy parody? You couldn't have done anything more original?)

11. SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!!

12. Prepare to thirst in 3... 2... 1: (Viggo appears)

13. If you thought Dagur was homosexual, you aren't prepared for how gay Viggo gets

Race to the Edge S3:

1. Dagur did WHAT NOW???

2. Fuck Cavern Crashers so much but SNOTLOUT SNOUTLOUT OI OI OI!!!

3. Sword in the Stone parody?? Are all the Fishlegs episodes story parodies now??

4. Did... Did they try to portray Snotlout's dad as being in the right in this episode?? Ew fuck that.

5. Viggo almost caused Covid-19

6. Hiccup forgets that not everyone has ADHD and the dragons go completely fucking feral

7. This show loves to force romances, doesn't it?

8. I think these people took HTTYD/Pokemon crossover fics a bit too far

9. A musical episode which has a reason to exist. Sarah Z was right all along?

10. Favourite Fishlegs episode :)

11. DAGUR DID WHAT NOW???

12. My go-to introductory episode for non-fans. It's got everything. Including Viggo.

13. OKAY BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER WAS METAL

Race to the Edge S4:

1. OH THAT FINALE WAS METAL MALA IS JUST SO METAL I LOVE DEFENDERS OF THE WING

2. If you listen closely you can hear TJ Miller in absolute hysterics in the recording booth

3. At this point in time Viggo only values Hiccup as being worth 1000 gold coins

4. I love Snotlout so much... Spitelout can go suck a bag of rocks

5. Oh fuck yes Dagur's back

6. Viggo throws a hissy fit and kisses a man and Toothless is willing to die just so Hiccup doesn't have to die alone (sobbing)

7. Everyone is high in this episode

8. "You didn't think after all we've been through I'd expose myself without some... added protection?"

9. Jumping into a volcano on purpose: The episode

10. Viggo takes a sip of water in this episode (very important)

11. It took Hiccup and Astrid over four years since their first kiss to officially start dating, but they finally did it and it was one of the best episodes in the whole show

12. Ryker has had enough

13. Viggo confesses his love for Hiccup and then fucking dies (or did he?)

Race to the Edge S5:

1. "The volcano on Dragon's Edge is a dormant volcano" THINK THE FUCK AGAIN, FISHLEGS

2. How the fuck did Gen Z: The Dragon get ahold of Viggo's sword?

3. Savage needs therapy

4. Snotlout's casual sexism almost gets him killed: Lesbian Island edition

5. If you've ever watched an elderly person try to escape a nursing home then you've seen this episode before. Just without as many bones and corpses

6. The Gays Are Back In Town ft. Gay Snotlout, Gay Fishlegs and Gay Viggo

7. "my city now" - Krogan

8. You cannot watch this episode and tell me that Viggo isn't in love with Hiccup

9. Krogan insulted Viggo's hobby and Viggo got mega salty about it

10. Astrid punches a dragon with poisonous scales and almost dies because Save Stormfly Make Anditode™, turns out she did this for no reason whatsoever because Stormfly Wasn't Dying

11. Tuffnut fakes his own death in order to make Ruffnut happy

12. Dagur not-so-casually finding his fathers dead body

13. Rage.

Race to the Edge S6:

1. My blood has never boiled so hard as it did watching this episode

2. Stoick gets played like a cheap kazzoo and regresses back to how he acted in HTTYD 1 out of sheer stress

3. THIS SHOW LOVES TO FORCE ROMANCES, DOESN'T IT?

4. Fishlegs can't believe that his ancestors were Dragon Hunters as if he wasn't once enrolled in Dragon Killing School

5. Nothing solves a sibling rivalry like teaming up to kill the annoying cousin

6. THIS EPISODE GOT AGE RESTRICTED ON NETFLIX BECAUSE ASTRID SHOOK HER TITS AT HICCUP AND DAGUR AND MALA HAVE A MUTUAL PAIN KINK

7. The twins are just. So ride or die for each other it's not even funny.

8. Viggo confesses his love for Hiccup and then fucking dies for real this time (Viggo fans start sobbing as The Winner Takes It All by ABBA starts playing in the distance)

9. Snotlout writes a book

10. What if the gang had never left Berk? What if Hiccup never shot down Toothless at the start of HTTYD 1? What if Spitelout actually loved his son?

11. Protecting an island filled with a bunch of dead dragons

12. The satisfied smirk on my face knowing what the characters don't

13. The most satisfying death in the history of mankind.

HTTYD 2:

Way to straight up ruin Hiccup's life, am I right?

HTTYD 3:

Ruining every character and spitting in the face of all that I love

Homecoming:

20 minutes of my life that I'll never get back

Snoggletog Log:

Half an hour of a fireplace and the wrong voice actors. This shit plays like a DVD menu.

#httyd #riders of berk #defenders of berk #race to the edge #httyd 2 #httyd 3 #long post #vigcup

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

The Jacuzzi Incident

Bradley Bradshaw x reader 4k words

summary: You spend your Christmas holidays with the squad in your uncle's cabin and sharing the jacuzzi with Bradley ends steamy in more than one way.

tagging a bunch of people who said they'd like to be tagged in more parts: @roostergooster @pono-pura-vida @chassy21 @startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs @schreksdoubledeckerhomechecker @sometimesanalice

a (not so) little addition to "Oh No, There's Only One Bed" and “Oh No, There's An Arm Around My Waist”, can be read seperately tho

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This was not what you had expected your Christmas holidays to go like.

To be honest though, it was all kind of your fault. You had most definitely got yourself into this situation. You couldn't even blame anyone else.

Why had you been so social anyway? So generous? Your uncle had offered you his "sanctuary in the middle of the woods", you, no one else. You didn't have to invite the squad to tag along. You could have been up here all alone, enjoying the snow, going skiing, taking walks - meditating or some shit, doing your own thing and living your life to the fullest. You'd have spent a peaceful, happy Christmas, visited your grandparents, maybe taken your uncle's truck and met up with one of your childhood friends who you only ever saw when you were here for the holidays.

But no.

This way you were sitting in a crowded, noisy kitchen, sipping your hot cocoa in a cozy poncho next to Coyote and listening to Phoenix and Jake bicker. Fanboy and Payback were sharing the couch, huddled close together under one blanket and watching their third Christmas movie - some rom com you usually would have been totally into if you hadn't been so incredibly focused on Bradley Bradshaw.

Because Bradley Bradshaw - despite the temperature - was leaning against the counter top opposite you, talking to Bob with a cup of coffee in his hands, a towel snug on his hips and his very naked torso in direct line of sight.

You were freezing your ass off inside and he was walking around shirtless.

Phoenix elbowed you in the side so hard you almost doubled over, your hot cocoa spilling onto your hand, making you hiss.

"Phee, what the fuck?", you complained, carefully putting your cup down on the kitchen table.

"You're drooling", she grinned, raising her eyebrows and you could have slapped her, honestly. You'd been here for about one and a half days now and you felt like you were going crazy already - you needed her support, not her teasing.

"I'm not", you insisted, a bit too harsh maybe, but just maybe.

She leveled you with that Phoenix stare that could make anyone in the near vicinity squirm, tilting her head to very obviously stare at Bradley and then back at you.

"You so are."

"Shut up!" You swatted at her bicep, turning to look at Bradley too and.... Yeah. Fine. Okay. Maybe you had been drooling just a little bit. But Bradley was an attractive man, who could blame you? You were friends, yes, platonic friends, but you could still appreciate that he was handsome, no?

Phoenix just chuckled, patting your shoulder as she left the kitchen, to go join Fanboy and Coyote maybe or to go shower or whatever - you couldn't even particularly pretend to care, not when Bradley suddenly looked at you, meeting your eyes, the corners of his lips tugging upwards just the slightest bit as he noticed you staring, your throat bobbing, your mouth drying up, setting off your fight-or-flight response instantly.

You decided to flee this time.

Like all the other times.

You looked away and scrambled off your chair, almost slipping on the laminate floors, sprinting through the doorway, through the living room and up the stairs until you could collapse onto your bed, face-first onto the pillows. You were sharing this room with Phoenix (the cabin was big, yes, but it wasn't that big. People had been forced to share) and you could smell her perfume on the sheets, reminding you that you really had to ask her where she'd got it from.

For a second you debated screaming.

You weren't really mad that you'd taken the squad with you. Not at all. The drive here had been fun already and the first evening as well and honestly, despite Jake constantly squabbling with everybody, you'd really been more than happy so far. But peaceful, like you'd wanted your Christmas to be? No, peaceful was a word that didn't exist with the squad around.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You sat up so fast that you got a head rush, blinking twice to make out Bradley leaning against the doorway - with jeans on and a sweater and a genuine smile on his lips.

"Hey", he said, all easy and smooth and you swallowed hard.

"Hi", you croaxed, leaning back onto your palms and staring up at him as he pushed himself away from the door and reached your bed in a few long strides. You forced yourself to stare right at his face, not allowing even your imagination to go any lower than that, because that might just have done you over completely.

"You left your cup in the kitchen. Thought I'd bring it to you before it goes cold", he explained, setting said cup down on your side table and oh yeah. He'd been carrying a cup. Your cup.

"That's- My Cocoa, right, yes! That's lovely, you're lovely, thank you."

You felt like you were stumbling over your own words, a flush of red settling in your cheeks. This was stupid. You were stupid. All of this was stupid. Bradley was a friend. You shouldn't be thinking like this. Why were you nervous? You'd known this man for years. You trusted him more than anyone else (which, perhaps, was just a side-effect of your job, but whatever).

And yet.

And yet you couldn't even say that this was the first time.

But you were fine! This was fine. Seriously fine.

Bradley made an appreciative noise somewhere in the back of his throat and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"No problem", he said, then paused for a second. "Everything alright? You seemed a bit off this morning."

"Oh!"

You were honestly a little surprised by that. You really shouldn't have been - this was Bradley. Bradley was observant - incredibly so - especially when it came to you. You couldn't have counted all the times he'd known exactly what you needed (a cuddle, a cup of tea, some water, a chocolate bar, more cuddles) like a goddamn mind reader even if you'd tried.

"No, I'm fine. Really", you nodded, more to yourself than to Bradley if anything. "Just a bit cold I guess."

"Alright", Bradley agreed, still raising his eyebrows at you like he wasn't quite convinced. And he was right, anyway. You weren't fine. You were more than just cold. But you certainly wouldn't tell him that. "Well then. Bagman actually had a decent idea for once and is pulling the cover off the jacuzzi. He's roped the others into making punch. You won't miss out on the jacuzzi, will you?"

There was a grin on his lips now, an honest grin that you couldn't help but mirror. Oh, the jacuzzi. Perhaps - probably! - your favourite part of this entire cabin. Jake had really had a good thought for once.

"Are you kidding me? The jacuzzi is my best friend! I'll be out in ten with towels for everyone!"

You could only hear Bradley's chuckle as you jumped up and slid (fuzzy socks on laminate flooring) out of the room. You would absolutely do anything for that jacuzzi. And it was just the distraction you so desperately needed.

...

Ten minutes later, you were already feeling a lot better - the prospect of punch and jacuzzi had lifted your mood incredibly. You'd changed into the swim suit you had brought for exactly this situation, had gone hunting for enough towels and had even found a bathrobe that you slung over your own shoulders.

Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and Jake were already sitting in bubbling water, laughing and talking, all with cups of punch in their hands. You felt almost giddy, all happy energy fizzling in your stomach, as you put down the towels on the nearby sun loungers and hung your robe over the back of a chair before carefully easing into the jacuzzi. And then you quite literally melted.

Outside was ice-cold, but the water was sizzling hot in comparison, fog rising up and shrouding you. You sat down next to Phoenix and grabbed a cup of punch from the edge of the hot tub, taking a sip and then settling against the back wall. A sigh left your lips. This was perfection. You'd missed the jacuzzi so very dearly.

The conversation the other five were having faded into background noise as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, relaxing into the warmth and simply being present in the moment while being so very far away at the same time. Your body here, in the warm, cozy, comfortable water, the taste of punch on your tongue, the chatter of your friends in your ear and a smile on your lips, your mind losing itself to time and space, breathing in, breathing out, allowing any thought to pass, to come and go however.

You were here. In this wonderful, secluded cabin, in a wonderful, warm jacuzzi, with wonderful, many friends. This was the life. This was, even though you hadn't thought it possible, peaceful.

You settled even further into the water, took another sip of your punch and rested your head against the edge, a content smile on your lips.

Then someone else dipped their legs into the water and you opened your eyes again as Bradley sat down next to you, his side pressing into yours, the grin on his lips making your smile deepen.

"Hi", you muttered, keeping your eyes fixed on his face and just his face (which you had to put a lot of your focus on) because he was way taller than you and while you were settled deep into the water, it barely covered half his torso. In short, his collarbones were mere inches from your nose and you felt like running a line of kisses along them. So yeah, distraction and escapism it was!

"Hey", he smiled back, holding his cup with one hand and putting his other arm around the edge of the tub - also mere inches from your body. If you just leaned back a bit further, he'd have his arm around you........ What about that distraction again? You desperately needed that distraction.

You swallowed and took another sip of punch, just to not have to stare at him for a second.

"Didn't you just shower?", you asked then, frowning to try and keep your mind off of the fact that Bradley was a half-naked god - which, well, thinking about him in the shower didn't really help with.

"Well yes", he laughed. "If I'd known this was the plan, I would have showered after."

You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cheers then", you grinned as you clinked your cup to his and raised it to your lips, closing your eyes to savour the taste on your tongue.

Oh yes, this was a real Christmas holiday. A cabin in the woods, cold air freezing your nose, hot water keeping the rest of you warm, punch settling in your stomach, your friends' conversation all around you.

You let out a content sigh and leaned an inch further into Bradley, enough for his bicep to press to your skin, your breath quivering for a heartbeat - this wasn't unsual, you'd often been tucked into his arms, lingering for just a second too long, but normally he was wearing a bit more than swimming trunks and you a bit more than a bathing suit. There was a heartbeat of uncertainty, then you felt his fingertips skimming along your shoulder, a barely-there touch that froze you in place with a smile on your lips that felt as though it would split your face in half.

You didn't dare to move further.

The heat of the water, the heat of the cup in your hands, the heat of him. The cold of the air that you didn't realise was there anymore. The simple, soft touch of his fingertips. The firm press of your side to his. The sound of the squad's conversation as Bob climbed into the tub - "You didn't think that it looked a bit baggy?" "Baggy? What kind of question is that?" "That's an absolutely appropriate question! It was an incredibly important Halloween costume - right, Bob?" "I don't really want to comment-" "It was important! How could it not have been important? There was a contest! You should have told me that it looked baggy!" "I didn't say it looked baggy, I asked if it maybe looked a bit baggy." "There's no difference!" - but you barely registered any of that actually happening.

You just existed there, for a moment, in Bradley's arms, love in your chest that curled and unfurled, burned softly into every part of your body, in a totally platonic way. Honestly, you weren't sure if maybe you'd dozed off at some point - it was cozy and comfortable and peaceful and you just couldn't help yourself. The alcohol slowly taking effect, the water, the steam, the warmth, all of that was easily making you feel drowsy. Though you couldn't say you were complaining, not in the slightest.

It was just a bit confusing, truly, when you opened your eyes, yawned and realised that not only was the tub empty except for you and Bradley, but also that your head was resting on his shoulder. Sometime in your (half-)nap it must've rolled to the side - right onto the first available pillow: Bradley's very wide, very naked shoulder.

You straightened your back and turned to look at him, blinking a few times to clear your hazy view.

"Mornin' Sleepyhead", Bradley greeted with a grin, immediately making you blush and chuckle a bit.

"Sorry", you said and scooched a little further away from him, just to be safe. You tried to ignore the fact that you'd just slept in his arms. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on- on you?"

"As long as you were comfortable", he laughed - pulled his arm away though and stretched it. You bit your lip and swatted at his shoulder.

"Did your arm fall asleep? Bradley, you should've said something. Or moved. Or-", you paused, eyebrows pinching together. "Where's my cup?"

You couldn't remember putting it away. You hadn't put it away. You hadn't even finished it.

"Oh, I rescued that cup before you could dump it in the water", he grinned and pointed at two cups far away enough from the edge of the tub to definitely not run any risk of being droppedd into the water. You had to smile. This was exactly what you loved about Bradley - just how considerate he was. How much attention he paid to every little detail around him. Around you.

"Thanks", you muttered. "The others went inside?"

Bradley nodded.

"A while ago", he said. "They're making dinner."

You swallowed at that. The kitchen was on the other side of the cabin. And for the first time, you really realised how very alone you and Bradley were here.

Just you and him, the hot tub, two half-finished cups of self-made punch, the silence, your breath forming little clouds and mixing with Bradley's somewhere in mid-air as you looked at him - damp hair and droplets running down his chest, hazel eyes that you were too familiar with already.

You didn't know what to say. They're making dinner. The others. Right. The others, in the kitchen, in the cabin, making dinner. You and Bradley, out here, in the hot tub, all alone.

You'd been alone with Bradley countless times.

This shouldn't feel different. This didn't feel different. Did it? Maybe you'd always felt this way about Bradley. Like some thick, heavy, heady fog was hanging over you, clouding your vision and poisoning your mind, like every fibre of your body was vibrating somehow, vibrating with hope and warmth and happiness, with anticipation, your teeth digging into your lip and snow catching on your lashes.

Snow.

You let out a gasp as you tilted your head back, staring up into a darkening, cloudy, white sky, a white sky with snow falling down, tiny little specks of white.

Snowflakes.

Snow, it was snowing!

"Bradley!", you squealed, laughter in your voice, dripping down like honey into this syrupy tension between you, glancing at him to make sure he was looking up - he wasn't, he hadn't been, not until then, no, he'd been watching you, but now that you were meeting his eye, he tilted his head back too. You felt heat crawl up your cheeks, felt the smile on your lips that you just couldn't push down.

You didn't know what this all meant. You didn't really want to think about it.

You were sharing a hot tub with a friend. This was no different than it had been with the rest of the squad here. Just that there was snow now.

Snow! Actual snow. God, how you'd missed the snow here! So far you hadn't had snow in San Diego. You weren't even really sure it snowed in San Diego at all. But it definitely snowed here. Soft little flakes, painting your skin as you looked up into the sky, painting your hands as you reached up into the air, painting your tongue as you opened your mouth and tried to catch a few of these white flecks.

"Last time I saw snow has to have been four, five years ago", Bradley said softly, his voice quieter than usual, as though he was almost afraid if he talked too loudly, he'd scare the snow off again.

"That long?", you asked, matching his volume, tilting your head to watch him smiling at the sky like a child, beautifully happy. You were grinning too, you knew that, you knew that you couldn't help it and that he probably couldn't either.

"That long", he nodded. You paused for a second to admire him - hair wet at the ends now, throat all on display for you, lips parted and breathing deeply. He may have been in awe of the snow, but you were in awe of him. Of this incredible, kind, supportive, observant, loving man who'd always been there when you'd needed him. Who was here now. Who'd always been here and who'd always be here.

He turned to face you then, white snowflakes catching in his hair and a genuine smile on his lips, and usually you'd have been embarrassed that he caught you staring but right now, you didn't care - you couldn't care, because you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, not when he was looking so much like... Like what, exactly? You didn't think there was anything to compare him to. He looked ethereal, heavenly, celestial, so much child and adult at the same time, human and yet somehow more than that. You felt like you were looking at all of him in this heartbeat, at any and every part of his soul, bared for you, unfolding here, right now, while you were simply watching, reading him, every strength and every flaw, every nook and every crook, every joy and every fear. In this breath, he wasn't a fighter pilot, he wasn't even your best friend - he was just Bradley Bradshaw, just himself.

You felt him, learned him, studied him, every part of him.

Maybe that was why you knew that he'd move before he did, why you weren't scared or embarrassed to meet him right in the middle.

Until he was mere inches from you.

You swallowed.

He glanced down at your lips.

And you felt the moment melt into more. Into less, in a way. You felt the heavy silence that you hadn't noticed before. You felt the heat, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You felt the lump in your throat, the rush of blood in your ears, the tingle in your hands, willing you to reach for him.

His fingertips brushed along your waist, a short moment of hesitation (Was it hesitation? Was it anticipation? Was it reassurance, hope, suspense?) and then-

His hand closed around your waist. You choked back a gasp.

Tentatively, because your mind was silent, entirely and wholly quiet for once in your life, as though your body, your soul knew something it didn't, you reached out, water dripping, dripping, dripping down from your hand as you let it dangle in the air, an inch maybe from his skin, not sure where to put it.

Your heartbeat picked up.

Then your fingertip grazed his skin, so soft, so light that you could barely feel it, could barely feel anything but wet, wet water. Then another. Then

"Dinner's ready in five!"

You snapped back to reality so hard you flinched and pulled back, away from Bradley as quickly as humanly possible.

Jake had called from inside, hadn't even bothered to take a single step out into the cold and for once, you were glad that he was such an ass. If he had come outside- God, if he'd seen that- Oh sweet Jesus.

You couldn't even look at Bradley as you stumbled onto your feet, as you straightened up and almost slipped on the edge of the tub in your attempt to flee.

"Careful!", Bradley called out, hands reaching up to grab and steady you, but you made some sort of high-pitched sound that sounded nowhere close to human and wriggled away before he could touch you in the slightest, one foot already on the cold (Cold! So incredibly fucking cold!) floor of the patio.

"I'm fine, i'm fine!", you repeated, snatching your towel as you sprinted away, away from the tub and away from Bradley and away from temptation, into the house and into the pleasant warmth, wrapping the towel around your body and taking two stairs at a time to reach your room before anyone (especially anyone called Bradley) could have the slightest chance of intercepting you.

You didn't know what had just happened.

But what you did know was that this was stupid - that you were stupid, that oh dear lord yes, you were stupid! Bradley was a friend, a platonic friend - not even that, a colleague, a man you had to trust with your life to protect you in multi-million-dollar air planes! Bradley was not a man you could or would snog. Especially not in your goddamn uncle's hot tub with the rest of your colleagues in the next fucking room!

Yes, you had no clue what had just happened, but you knew very, very well that it could never happen again. And that whatever it was, you had to forget it had ever happened right this second.

But as always, things were easier said than done.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun x reader #rooster bradshaw #top gun rooster

[bajisbbg]

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tw: this is my first time actually posting anything i’ve written. i made these pretty late at night so i’m sorry if they’re bad i just wanted to write something. probably some spelling mistakes and stuff i didn’t feel like checking it throughly.

a/n: please be nice

personal

* i’ve mentioned this before but baji absolutely LOVES the yakuza game

* favorite one is yakuza 0 (definitely not because this is the only one i’ve watched so far🌚)

* john cena fanboy for absolutely no reason. has his theme as his ringtone

* number 1 baby metal fan. owns their merch and goes to every concert

* his favorite season is summer for obvious reasons but his favorite holiday is definitely christmas because he and mikey ride around with shin

* HATES horror movies. like nothing can convince this man to watch them. even the kiddie ones like goosebumps or scary stories to tell in the dark will have him act like the devil just touched his soul

* definitely the kind of guy to walk around with one lens in his glasses after a fight

* purposely named his bike cockroach knowing pah is afraid of them

* he used to hate his fangs when he was little because kids used to tease him and say he was a dog

* that was until he started saying he’d bite and give them rabies if they kept messing with him

* cannot grow facial hair to save his life

* judges people on how they interact with animals, specifically cats

* despite popular belief, i don’t think he would get any tattoos. he seems like a piercing guy and definitely cannot sit that long for a tattoo

* gave himself the alias edward because he used to watch twilight with his mom

* he even had a phase when he acted like a vampire but will vehemently deny and threaten anyone who dares to bring it up

* is lactose intolerant and just like many of us will eat dairy and instantly regret it as soon as it hits his stomach

* sometimes he feels insecure about the fact he was held back, all of his friends moving up while he’s left behind

* even though he has a reputation for committing arson and slightly unprovoked violence, keisuke is truly a model citizen☝🏽

* volunteers at shelters, helps the elderly, feeds the homeless, solves climate change. he truly is a saint and can do no wrong!

home life

* i like the idea that his mom was a teen mom and that his father was never really around and just stopped coming one day

* due to her job, his mom sometimes works really late or super early so over the years he’s learned to cook (the only good thing he can cook is yakisoba)

* on the nights he knows his mom will be back late he cooks her food and despite it not being the best she still loves it

* even though she works a lot the two of them are still very close and their favorite thing to do is read manga and watch mystery dramas whenever she’s off

* despite not knowing his dad(he only visited when he was a baby) he never felt insecure about it

* he’s a total mamas boy, and will fight anyone who says something about her

* when ryoko was younger, she wanted to have a lot of kids but after having keisuke she changed her mind. she felt it would be selfish to have so many kids when she works so much and after realizing how much of a handful he can be.

* despite that and having him at such a young age, keisuke was the best thing to ever happen to her and wouldn’t trade him or his wildness for the world.

relationship

* back on the yakuza point, whenever you’re sad he’ll grab a hair brush, turn up the radio and start singing 24-hour cinderella to you until his voice is gone

* when you guys get in a fight he’ll act like he’s in a 2000’s r&b mv and start singing bakamitai. chifuyu gets the hose to spray water above him, kazutora plays the music, and ryusei records the whole thing so baji can send it to you

* a biter, like what’s the point of him having those sharp ass teeth if he don’t try to take a chunk out of you

* whatever your favorite animal is, he’s gonna buy every single book about them so he can share little facts about it with you

* if you’re into a specific artist or group, he’ll listen to their whole discography and learn everything in the fandom

* becomes a horanghae enthusiast and will force you to be one as well

* just like he’s loyal to his friends and toman, he’s loyal to you

* like foreva togetha foreva LOCKED IN 🤞🏽

* a girl tries flirting with him and all of a sudden he’s hellen keller

* the type of boyfriend to say you’re too spoiled whoever you ask for something while doing said thing you requested

* will literally lift his ass off the seat while you’re sitting next to him and fart on you then blame it on you

* talm bout some ‘ew the hell did you eat’ like his diet doesn’t consist of yakisoba, monster energy drinks, and beef glizzies

* speaking of farts😸 keisuke will send pics of his shit to you asking if it looks normal

* will make fun of you if you’re lactose intolerant as if he don’t be upside down on the toilet fighting for his life

* is constantly in your personal space. like he’ll be standing behind you while you play like candy crush or best fiends mumbling about moves you can make. sometimes he’ll snatch your phone and play it himself

* what’s yours is his. mid chew on something he wants? he’s opening your mouth and popping it in his, no matter if it’s soggy

* absolutely loves giving and receiving hugs, being in your arms makes him feel safe and gives reassurance that despite all of his flaws you still love him

* stares at you with his mouth open, no matter what you’re doing or how you look his eyes are on you 24/7

* takes the absolute worst pictures of you on facetime and puts each one in his favorites until the end of time

* throws rocks at your window at like 4 in the morning knowing you both have school just so you can ride around with him until the sun comes up

* i feel like he’d totally like mellow down on the things he does. he doesn’t want to worry you while he’s away

* constantly checks up with you so you know he’s okay and not lying on the ground somewhere and dying 🌚

this is so scary bye 😭

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #kittykei #tokyo revengers baji #tokrev #tokrev baji #tokyo revengers keisuke #tokyo revengers keisuke baji #baji hcs #tr baji #toman baji #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader #baji fluff #bajikeisuke #baji x black!reader #baji #keisukebaji #tokrev baji keisuke #toman keisuke baji #toman baji keisuke #baji headcanons

[chaneajoyyy]

Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?

You know it! @leahnicole1219

TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld

"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant

hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247

crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra

"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly

LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly

mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3

jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80

"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld

you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme

LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH

"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly

LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO

"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly

daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky

if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado

flight scare- @words-4u

pie- @siempre-bucky

LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE

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LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA

what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky

take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen

warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly

white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites

morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80

the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose

might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk top gun: maverick fanfiction #talk top gun fanfiction #top gun: maverick fanfiction #leahnicole1219

[jungle-angel]

Early Risers (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Christmas morning under your roof is nothing short of special

It had been one hell of a Christmas, a blizzard having started on the way home from church the night before while you, Bob and the rest of the Dagger family had gathered at the ranch in Montana to celebrate. 

The kids had been quiet on the morning of Christmas Eve, playing round after round of beanbag toss in the large expanse of basement while the grown ups were left to take care of business. That was where the real craziness had ensued. 

It had all begun when Coyote, Rooster and Hangman had been sent on a liquor run, only to return with a truck bed containing half the store. Bob, your beloved and most patient of husbands, ran his hands over his face in exasperation despite the good intentions. 

Fanboy and his grandparents had shown up an hour later with Abuela Alma taking charge of the kitchen. You and her had the time of your lives as you cooked away, the house filling with a whole different array of smells that attracted the boys quite easily. Unfortunately, they were met with Alma’s swift hand and a dishtowel when Javy, Mickey and Rooster tried to sneak a taste of the tamales that had just come out of the oven. 

The kids had done the same thing, imitating their uncles and their grandfathers, though Alma was a bit softer with the children, shooing them away to the basement and warning them that if they didn’t wait they’d spoil their dinners. The both of you however, started to lose patience pretty quickly when Tank, Bob’s two year old Rottweiler sat close to the kitchen counters, pawing your thigh for a little taste of the food. 

Getting the kids ready for Christmas Mass was a nightmare in and of itself. Auggie, Nicky, Pete, Danny, Thomas, TJ, Sebastian, Roddy, Tiago and Gabe all complained about having to wear nice clothes, chasing each other through the house and whipping each other with their ties before their fathers all grabbed them to keep them from getting out of hand. The girls were a little easier, but keeping them from getting their clothes messed up? Phoenix and the guys all thought piloting through the canyon on the Uranium Plant mission was much easier than that. Finally, they decided to let the kids curl up in the living room to watch “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” if it would help keep them quiet. 

Christmas Mass went off without a hitch, everyone going early in the evening while the food warmed at home. It was so crowded that you, Bob and the rest of the squad all had to stand at the back, the kids resting on the floor for the time being while Father Gonzales officiated. Joe and Irene pulled their truck around after all was done, you and Bob loading up Auggie, Patrick, Deidre and Baby Rudy so that their grandparents could take them home. You and Bob on the other hand, rode home with Maverick, Penny, Amelia and the boys, all of you totally caught off guard by the blizzard that started before you had gotten up the driveway. 

Twelve hours and ten million reruns of “A Christmas Story” later, you, Bob and the rest of the family poked your heads into the living room to find all the kids asleep on top of the huge pile of unopened presents under the tree. No one could resist the thought of snapping pictures of the kids all asleep in their plaid Christmas jammies, some of them snoring away from having woken at three in the morning to see if Santa came. 

The kids awoke soon enough as everyone opened their gifts, overjoyed at the thought that was put into every one of them. The kids played with their new toys or read through their new books while you and the rest of the squad let breakfast cook in the oven or hauled out the remaining liquor to make mimosas. You and Bob couldn’t have imagined a more perfect day, a day where all of you were together, surrounded by your family and friends and the people who loved you most of all.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #dagger squad #dagger squad christmas

[simpledyiing]

The Bet || pt. I

Top Gun: Maverick has really woken a slut up... full flick of this

Y/CS/N - Call sign name

Rooster bets Y/N in a game of pool but decides to raise the stakes a bit... But did he make a deal he can't get out of

Part 2 - Rooster ending Part 2 - Maverick ending

They say childish antics end after leaving middle school, maybe high school? Nope, these childish antics follow well into adulthood, or at least for the people in Y/N crew. Courtesy of the Navy, they put these man-children on ships and into planes. One of those loveable/annoying man-children, LT. Bradley Bradshaw was getting tired and looking to start shit.

After a few rounds of pool, Rooster got bored of going up against Hangman considering it was becoming repetition at this point, so Instead he set his sights on new prey, Y/N. 

There Y/N sat innocently chatting with Bob and Phoneix totally oblivious of rooster’s blossoming plan. As Rooster grew closer to where Y/N is perched, Phoenix is the first to notice “Incoming Birdbrain” at that Rooster rolls his eyes and a grin spreads across his sunkissed face “Hello to you too” with a nod to Bob as acknowledgment He turns his line of sight to Y/N “Hey darling, you up for a round of pool?” Eyes are on Y/N until she nods her head slowly with a small “sure” At that Rooster's brown eyes light up like a child’s eyes on Christmas day.

As the pair make it over to the table, Rooster sets the next phase of his plan into action “y’know Y/CS/N why don’t we make this a little interesting?” with a raised brow from Y/N, he continues “Just a friendly wager of sorts…I will go first if I win, you have to do all the maintenance on my plane for a week… and go on a date with me ” this peeked the surrounding pilots' attention. Hangman booed at Rooster's sad attempt to bait and wooo Y/N, while Bob and Phoneix rolled their eyes at his childish behavior until agreeing with Seresin. Y/N’s gaze was going between the three pilots until they landed on maverick watching silently next to fanboy,  as they locked eyes, Maverick gives a slight shake of his head to her.  Y/N slowly lifts her gaze from Maverick over to the overly cocky pilot “Rooster, what do I get if I win? Huffs of air escape the surrounding pilots' lips, while the dirty blonde breaks out into a full grin “ Anything your heart desires, darling”  ending it with a filthy wink, which just causes Y/N to roll her eyes even harder. Without thinking Y/N’s let the first thing fall past her lips “Head from Maverick!” Which entailed Hangman shouting “What the Hell?” as Maverick choked on his drink. Rooster was frozen in place, while fanboy and phoenix snickered around him.

The blonde quickly recovered “I don’t think I can whore Maverick out like that, maybe Hangman?” with that hangman flipped rooster the bird while sending Y/N a wink. Y/N lets out a dramatic sigh while slowly letting her gaze fall on maverick “ I was lied to,l I guess I can’t have anything my heart desires…. Birdboy if I win the bet. You have to be my personal servant for the week!” Rooster already was complaining about Y/N’s condition until the faint words “unless you are too chicken too”  left Y/N’s mouth. Rooster's jaw stiffened as he held his palm out to Y/N to take.  As Y/N’s small hand made contact with Rooster’s hand to seal the deal. 

After setting up the table, the crew sat waiting for Bob to return with freshly poured drinks. “Can we just start Y/N?” Y/N turned her gaze from the bar where Bob stood to the dirty blonde at her side “No, we will not start until I have my ESC!” Rooster gave a confused glance at Y/N “ what the hell is ESC?” Phoneix perked up  “ Emotional Support Cheerleader… Bob and I are Y/N’s ESC”  at that rooster was thanking the lord above when Bob finally started walking back over to them, meaning that the conversation would end there, and the game would finally begin.

—

“Bradshaw this isn’t looking good for you, buddy” Hangman says between drinks, causing the formerly mentioned pilot to roll his eyes with a “shut up” slipping out of his lips, however after the (5) ball bounced off the wall of the table and went right past the hole…. He knew he was fucked. As Y/N lined up her shot while looking over at Rooster "Birdboy, how do you feel about a maid outfit?” ~Clack~ the ball went in only one more ball to go. Hangman just had to pipe in as those words left Y/Ns lips  “Y’know Y/N as much as I love seeing you torture Bradshaw, everyone knows, you in a maid outfit would be a 1000 times better than him” at that everyone stared at Hangman. Bob threw peanuts at him while letting a “pervert” slip out his lips. while Fanboy nodded his head agreeing with Hangman's previous statement "Well y’know Y/N, we could put that maid outfit to good use, if you...." before Rooster could finish his reply

~Clack~ Game over

With that, the room went loud with 'Hell Yeahs' and laughter, while Rooster blankly stared at Y/N, who was sporting a Cheshire grin on her soft lips. “Birrrrdboy should I get a medium or a large for the maid outfit?” Rooster sighed out “ a large” Y/N looked Bradshaw up and down “Okay..Medium it is, I want it to be tight on ya” with that Y/N blew a kiss at him while going back over to her original spot next to Bob and Phoneix

— 

To say Rooster was in over his head was an understatement, He honestly thought Y/N was bluffing about the maid outfit, the only thing saving his ass from wearing the skimpy ivory and black satin getup over his uniform was the naval dress code. However, for some ungodly reason Maverick was willing to compromise with Y/N, and the two came up with a solution to their problem much to rooster’s dismay.

Which led him to wear a glittery patch on his flight suit, back and front with a bolded “Y/N’S BITCH” which unfortunately led to people on deck to start calling out to him as Y/Ns BITCH, but that still wasn't even the worse part Y/N had him running back and forth for the most ridiculous task “Compliment Hangman’s flying techniques”, “Give me 100 pushups.. Oh and put this on before you start” thrown at his face was a bright baby pink mesh ball…. A tutu. He was close to his breaking point after she volunteered herself to help clean up one of the admirals' offices, just to let out a singsong “Ohh birdboy..” 3 hours later, tutu still snug around his hips and countless curses slipping past his lips at Y/N and at his past self for getting him in this predicament in the first place. He wanted this to be over, He needed this to be over

~~

Y/N watched at a distance, admiring the look of concentration plastered on Rooster’s face as he was working on her plane, However her admiration was cut short when the sound of heavy boots stopped next to her, Hangman “Don’t tell me you are considering what I think you are” with that Y/N let a giggle slip thru her lips “No, I am not considering letting Bradshaw out of the deal. He made his bed so he can sleep in it, Besides I think is good for him it’s a bit of an ‘ego check’ Don’t ya think?” Seresin shook his head at that “ Oh Sweetheart you truly complete me… Tho can you order him to compliment me again, so I can record it for later use” “Anything for you, baby!”

~~

19:12  showed on his blinking watch, 2hrs and 56 minutes until this personal hell of Lt. Bradley Bradshaw would finally come to its climax, he honestly thought he would be relieved but at the same time, he felt an uncomfortable wave of disappointment linger around his thoughts. Even though he would never admit it out loud but the last week has been surprisingly enjoyable for him, mostly because of the laugh that would filter past Y/Ns lips or how her eyes would light up with mischief before blurting out her ungodly request to him. Rooster hates to say it, let alone think it but he would make this deal all over again, if he could..

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the scene unfolding in front of her, Rooster bent over the pool table, hyper-focused on the shot without a care in the world if anyone saw him wearing the pink tutu paired with the “Y/N’s BITCH” laying across his chest… Sure Y/N had taken multiple pictures of Rooster in his get up but this was different, the look on his face was almost as if he was proud to be Y/N Bitch. At that Rooster locked eyes with Y/N, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat until she turned back to Bob and Fanboy. “Y/N, are you up for a round of pool?” Y/N’s eyes immediately snapped towards Bradshaw, until giving him a slight shake of her head “Oh come on Y/N, why not unless you are too chicken too?” Rooster mocked her.

At that Y/N’s eyes harden “ Birdboy, I honestly thought you would have learned your lesson, considering how this ended last time.” Rooster darted his tongue across his bottom lip before the words drifted out “What can I say darling, it’s a really addictive game especially when the prize is too enticing. Besides, I wanna try and even the scores out again. What do ya say?...” Y/N was silent, just watching LT. Bradshaw with baited breaths “Ready to lose again?” Hangman’s eyes drifted from Rooster until they landed on Y/N, before clearing his throat “ Soo what is the bet this time?”

~~

Okay so I haven't started on part two yet so bear with me, but I also have in mind two different endings :P so happy reading until next time

#maverick #top gun: maverick imagine #top gun: maverick #top gun imagine #top gun #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun: maverick x reader #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #Bradley bradshaw imagine #Bradley bradshaw x reader #tg #SINNING #:) maybe #pete mitchell imagine #wEsHaLlSeE #my fics #pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #maverick x reader #maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell imagine

[neonscandal]

Parting Gifts

⚠️ CW: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide (Kinda but Not Really), Canonical Minor Character Death (from season 4)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya

Genre: Tragedy/Comedy

Tags: Bakugo Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs a Hug, Bakugo Katsuki-centric, Midoriya Izuku Has a Secret, Midoriya Izuku is Just a Cagey Little Shit, Tragedy/Comedy

Word Count: 6.2K

Status: Complete

Summary: Deku's seen haplessly giving away his prized fanboy possessions which specifically draws Bakugo's concern as he's the only one who knows the true value (sentimental or otherwise) of the things he's parting with. Despite being notoriously bad with emotions, Bakugo confronts him when he feels like there may be a dark ulterior motive.

EXCERPT

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“Oh my goodness, Deku! Thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you,” Uraraka squealed energetically. “It’s just like the one I got for Christmas, you didn’t have to do that!”

Katsuki could hear the insufferable shrill of Uraraka’s excitement long before he rounded the corner into the 1A classroom. He honestly didn’t mind her, she was one of very few people in class he found palatable at all. But still, that level of enthusiasm first thing in the morning coupled with the likes of Deku would be grating to anyone. He took extra care to mosey nonchalantly to his desk, hands shoved into his pockets irreverently.

Uraraka stood over Deku’s desk, her back blocking whatever he’d given her from view as Katsuki dropped into his seat. He tried to keep his eyes forward but every ecstatic coo from Uraraka and whatever Deku seemed to be muttering were putting him on edge. “Pink Cheeks.. Round Face.. no, Mochi-? I feel like I used that the other day…” he thought, shaking his head. “Ooh! Haven’t used ‘Kirby’ in a while,” he decided.

“Oi! Kirby! Unless this screeching is some new emergency broadcast system, how about you shutit?” Katsuki snarled, his teeth bared threateningly.

Uraraka was completely unfazed as she whirled around to face her classmate despite his notoriously explosive temper. “Oh, Bakugo! Check it out! I’ve got another All Might plushie!” she giggled, bringing the doll to her chest. “It’s so cool, I just don’t know what to do with him! I guess he can’t exactly twin with the one in my hero costume so I’ll keep this one in my room.”

Katsuki’s face deadpanned. “They aren’t twins, that one is Bronze Age All Might. It’s a totally different costume. Why would he give you that?” Mentally, he berated himself for revealing that he’d been eavesdropping which belied his strict air of indifference. But what the hell was Round Cheeks going to do with a rare artifact like that? Relatively rare. He had one too, after all. Deku and he had gotten them together years ago. The value of them surely exceeded one million yen, especially with the obsessive level of care Deku had when it came to his All Might memorabilia. Given the market, he probably wouldn’t go and buy another one either.

“Oh, uh, I figured Uraraka-san could use some cheering up. We just had a really tough mission a-and-” Deku proffered sheepishly, avoiding the discerning gaze of his childhood friend.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed coldly, “I don’t give a shit about your work study.”

“Everyone! In your seats, class is about to begin!” Iida advised, inadvertently mediating the situation that seemed to be bubbling up between the 17th and 18th seats.

A deep sigh emanated from the yellow sleeping bag that lay perennially at the front of the class. “Thank you, Class Prez. It appears you’re the only one still standing though,” Aizawa observed as he emerged from his cocoon like a caterpillar who’d decided to say “fuck it” to the whole evolutionary process.

The heat from the blush that crept across Iida’s face could be felt in the back row of the classroom as he wordlessly took his seat.

“It would be illogical to ignore the fact that members of our class have experienced something beyond what mere hero students are meant to brave.” Aizawa was noticeably more bereft in his guidance for the day’s lesson. His words, while vague, were heavy enough to bow the heads of several students. Katsuki couldn’t help but notice that Uraraka, who mere moments ago had sunshine shooting out of her ass, was among those suddenly sullen. Before he could contemplate further, Aizawa continued somberly. “But it is a reality of becoming a Pro Hero. There may come a time, a mission, where everything boils down to life or death. If I’ve done my job correctly, you’ll be able to think rationally about how best to avoid that possibility.”

Katsuki cursed himself for jumping down Deku’s throat knowing all too well what had happened during the Shie Hassaikai sting operation. Kirishima had given him an earful, after all, and Deku was at the very center of it, per usual. There was a large part of him that sort of wished he knew what to say in situations like that. At least when it came to those he liked or respected. He didn’t really have the same flourish for sympathy that the nerd had so it’s not like that interaction could have gone differently. He didn’t want to admit that there was a small part of him that was also a bit jealous. Katsuki had, more or less, survived the same peaks and valleys Deku had. Worse if you count the whole being-kidnapped-by-The-League-of-Losers but that wasn’t quite the same. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t exactly victorious in that great escape. From certain perspectives, it might have even looked like he needed assistance or saving. And there Deku was, ever the cunning strategist to extend a helping hand. The thought made Katsuki’s palms hot with rage. So, while there wasn’t a soul alive he’d admit this to and, even though he felt a bit like a piece of shit for thinking it… he wished he’d have been involved in the sting operation instead of having his hair brushed obsessively by Denim Head. Even with the casualties incurred, it felt like Deku had another slingshot to propel further ahead of him and practical experience as a hero while he was wasting away in tedium with all his talent.

This would just become another thorny point of contention between them. He made a mental note to throw a stern nod Deku’s way during hero training later that afternoon to broker some sense of acknowledgement of his suffering.

The morning lessons passed unremarkably though it seemed the teachers all had comparable feelings to convey about the mortality of hero work and the importance of preparedness. It felt like a lesson Katsuki didn’t quite have access to which wore on his nerves as the day went on. He’d begun to grind his teeth by the time All Might was making his way clumsily through similar sentiments.

“Surprised today’s lesson came with sound effects. Looks like trainings going to be rough…” Kaminari muttered, eyeing the sparks that had begun to crackle and pop around Katsuki’s hands.

“Better hope you don’t get paired with him, Denks. He’ll make you pay for that,” Sero smiled wryly.

“Not it!” Kaminari fretted, inching away from the ticking time bomb.

“-no longer zygotes, I see fledgling heroes, here,” All Might concluded his speech, the gravitas of his words undermined by the low growl that seemed to be vibrating from one of his pupils. “Ah, with that, pair up, young heroes!”

“Shitty Hair, with me!” Katsuki called, pushing past Deku on his way to the training grounds. “Tch! Move it, Half and Half!”

“Midoriya.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched at the name. The casual way it fit in Todoroki’s mouth always made Katsuki seethe. Especially when Icy Hot was a massively arrogant prick when he started at UA. Especially to Class 1A, especially to Deku. Somehow, despite defeating Deku, the nerd still managed to break something within him. Something that Katsuki couldn’t coax out of him less than an hour later in the fight that would decide the winner of the sports festival. The decisive ferocity Todoroki had had in his fight against Deku didn’t even flicker when he faced Katsuki. It drove Katsuki up a wall, worse so when he realized that the fire he’d had in his belly morphed, somehow, into affection. The kind that could wrap its arms around his surname without a second thought.

“Todoroki! Did you want to partner up?” Izuku chirped expectantly.

“I suppose. But I thought I should talk to you about the All Might shirt you’d given me. I don’t think that I can accept the gesture.”

“HAH!?” Katsuki briefly broke character to round on the unfurling conversation though he was fortunately far enough away to not draw the attention of either participant. He ignored the shocked look on Kirishima’s tensed face as his two biggest rivals continued.

“I appreciate the thought but also wonder if it will be too small for me.”

“Oh, Todoroki! The shirt isn’t to wear, it’s just kind of… to keep.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the purpose of a shirt you do not wear.”

One of Katsuki’s eyes became dangerously close to bugging out of his head.

“I-It’s a collectible? The value of the shirt comes from not wearing it. It’s official All Might merch that had a small run of shirts with a print error a few years ago and-and I want you to have it.” Deku smiled feebly.

Katsuki remembered the shirt well. They’d both fundraised (well, asked their moms for the money) to buy the shirts when they initially came out marking the dawn of a new All Might costume. This, of course, was before news of the elusive misprint circulated. They valiantly walked to the store unattended, two freshly minted kindergarteners taking on the world. They just barely survived the frenzy of people swarming the Pro Hero merch shop. They gleefully took their respective shirts to the front counter, carefully paying with exact change just like the hag had prepped them. Their smiles seemed to connect at the cheek and spread from ear to ear. It wasn’t until they got back to Katsuki’s that they realized one shirt had the proud “All Might” blazing across the top left pocket in English whereas the other inexplicably donned the phrase “All Fight”.

Katsuki remembered the way Deku’s face scrunched up right before big, fat tears welled in his eyes as he dragged his stubby fingers across the bold “F” that differentiated the shirt from his own. He was miserable and, for a moment, Katsuki was glad it wasn’t his shirt that was flawed. It wasn’t until days later that news of the misprinted shirts’ circulation hit the fan sites. He had to swallow his jealousy then. The shirt became a point of pride for Deku and hung, unworn, in a garment bag for years. Katsuki never had a reason to look up the value of the shirt beyond that first year but, surely, it outweighed that of the plush Deku had given Uraraka.

“I didn’t realize. Thank you, Midoriya. I will refrain from trying it on.”

The lack of excitement in Todoroki’s voice, the ignorance in acknowledging how grand of a gesture the gift was, all of it almost made Katsuki snap. Rather than launch a violently verbal outburst, he managed to barely suppress an explosion within his enclosed fist.

“Gah! You alright, bro?”

Katsuki was so consumed with the exchange taking place a stone’s throw away, he almost forgot he was still in Kirishima’s presence. He switched gears abruptly, shelving his curiosity and frustration and, instead, channeling his anger for a physical performance that rivaled the effort he put forth during the sports festival.

--

“Sheesh! You might be the only person who can handle Bakugo in hand to hand, man!” Sero clapped Kirishima on the back just as he released his hardening.

“His Howitzer definitely makes me wonder whether my quirk has a threshold, that’s for sure!” Kirishima laughed. “It’s like he knows I need to test my limits if I’m gonna go Pro! Bro is so manly for that. Now, more than ever, I know I gotta be prepared,” he smiled somberly, pensively studying his fist which still bristled with the remnants of his quirk.

The prattling of his friends didn’t even register as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and angrily made his way to the dorms. Nothing added up. The last thing an overzealous fanboy like Deku would do is part with merch so cavalierly. Even if some act of god were to sway his obsessive fanaticism, Katsuki would think he’d be the reasonable recipient of such keepsakes. For starters, he was there when Deku got most of them. Above all of that, even though he didn’t proudly fly his fanboy flag, Deku was intimately aware of All Might being his favorite hero, his inspiration to become a hero. Where the Uraraka thing could be chalked up to some weird comfort for their shared trauma, Todoroki rode the pine on that mission just like he did, so what gives?

“- I think it’s okay if you’re having a rough time but consider reaching out to the school counselor, ribbit.”

Suddenly aware of his proximity to the source of his ire, Katsuki slowed his gait but only slightly.

“Heh, you might be right, Asu-Tsuyu!” Deku whinced, a nervous hand resting on the back of his head. His shoulders seemed to tense as he looked away from his classmate.

“It just looks like you might not be sleeping, I guess I was just worried. But, you can tell me if I shouldn’t have said something.” Asui croaked, noticing Deku’s discomfort. She chanced a comforting hand but thought better of it just short of his shoulder, letting it hang limply between them. “I was thinking about going after classes too if you wanted to join..” she murmured.

“Yea, I just- Kacchan!”

“Too close,” Katsuki thought, rolling his eyes. “What, nerd?” he scoffed, though the question lacked its usual edge. He sidled up to the two without hastening his pace, his interest piqued by Asui’s gross display of concern.

“I was just thinking about you, actually! D-do you think we could talk later? Maybe after dinner rush?” While Deku’s inflection remained calm, the eyes he flashed Katsuki were pleading. It was a confusing dissonance given Katsuki’s assumption that Deku and Asui were pretty good friends. That and, while Deku was never subtle about his regard for Katsuki, he was also never so bold in requesting his attention or presence.

Katsuki squinted suspiciously at Deku, trying to decide on a response that wouldn’t give away his interest but would also make Deku sweat a bit. After all, this public appeal upset something deep within his gut, it was only right he return the favor. But even the glare that typically graced his face lost steam as he was able to study Deku up close for the first time in a while. His cheeks seemed to be a bit gaunt, not as plush and blushy as they usually were whenever he held his gaze. His eyes were sharply contrasted by puffy, dark circles that seemed to be in a competitive race to see which side would droop to his nose first. His typically unruly curls were.. well, they looked just the same but worse, somehow. “Frogger is right to be concerned…” he determined before responding to Deku distractedly, “yea. Whatever.”

Deku managed a feeble smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before being called away by some extra.

In his absence, Katsuki’s eyes locked with Asui’s. She also looked slightly worse for wear but only in the sense that her eyes were maybe a bit red and puffy, likely from crying recently. Hell, maybe that’s just what she looked like, Katsuki wouldn’t know the difference. He also wasn’t exactly greatwith feelings. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone worse than himself for anyone to cry to.

Asui seemed to know this, as well. “Be nice, Bakugo. I don’t think he’s doing well, at all. Don’t make it worse, ribbit.”

“Yea, yea, cry me a river..” he huffed, regretting his phrasing immediately.

--

Katsuki seemed to be in a daze as he prepared to hit the showers. The look on Deku’s face haunted him. He hadn’t looked in that worse of shape since middle school. He could pinpoint the day, in fact, as it was one that still turned his stomach. Katsuki’s arrogance, his general abrasiveness used to always be laser focused on Deku back then. He almost wished there was a froggy busybody to pull back the reins on him then, too. But his ego went roughly unchecked from the age of four until the UA entrance exams. He could recall only four instances that briefly shook his confidence throughout his adolescence.

One was after a fight with third graders when he was just barely out of kindergarten. He was obviouslyvictorious, but he may have cried a little bit which slightly tarnished the win.

The second time was a stupid spill into a river in front of his minions which he, like, barelyremembered if he was being honest….

The third and fourth times fell on the same day, the day he recalled Deku looking his worst.

He’d spent years by that point scratching away at Deku’s resolve to be a hero, decimating the confidence that dared to stand up to him, time and time again. That day, in all his bravado, with the supportive taunts from lackeys he no longer consorts with, he remembered tossing one of Deku’s carefully curated notebooks into the school pond. A critical hit. That would have been enough but his racing pulse, his blood that always ran a littletoo hot, got carried away and took it a step too far.

“Take a swan dive off the roof!” he’d sneered to the uproarious laughter of surrounding NPC’s. He didn’t remember the exact phrase he’d used but he remembered the sentiment. Moreover, while he could distance himself from the words, from the cruelty of them, he couldn’t as easily dismiss the broken look on Deku’s face. It immediately seared itself onto his mind’s eye and made him wish he could swallow the conversation and erase it from the collective memory of those who’d heard it. Even as a bunch of their peers proceeded to praise him, proceeded to glad hand him. He continued the afternoon in their company, anxiously ruminating on what he’d said and wondering if they were enough to push someone over the edge, push Deku over the edge. Surrounded by flunkies, he was isolated by his cowardice at not only saying such things but, also, not being man enough to apologize or brave enough to face Deku to make sure he didn’t take his taunts seriously.

The next hit to his confidence came when that quirkless nerd, raw from having been told to killhimself, still threw himself into harm’s way to save him. Between gasping breaths, Katsuki’s desperate eyes locked with Deku’s fearful ones, both glimmering with tears. Deku was scared but he was there wearing an unbridled grin with no clue what to do next. In that moment, Katsuki recognized Deku, er, Midoriya… to be a better man than he was. A better hero. Because he could overlook Katsuki’s malice, could ignore his own fear, could have nothing to fall back on, and still come to Katsuki’s rescue.

It unnerved Katsuki then. But, when he later became privy to the conversation Deku had had with All Might merely moments before? The fact that Deku could indomitably shake off the hopeless words of their idol while conveniently stranded on a roof…? He shuddered at the memory inadvertently. It stirred the bubbling guilt in Katsuki’s stomach, one he’d not been able to quell in the months since starting at UA. Moreover, the hits to his ego just kept coming while Deku continued to rise above people’s low expectations of him.

They both had come a long way since then. Their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds, typically against Katsuki’s own best efforts. Yet, here he was, reminded of that day just the same. He absently continued with his post training bath, decidedly ignoring those who buzzed around him. Occasionally, he chanced a glance at Deku who, while still visibly withdrawn, stayed in the company of Todoroki and Iida.

--

As Class 1A trickled into the grand mess hall for dinner, Katsuki was still notably distracted. Even as Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina could laugh and joke around him, he still felt as though he were on edge. He pushed the food on his plate around aimlessly, Deku’s request to talk after dinner turning over in his head. His behavior had been gnawing away at him all day. It all just felt a bit too much like before. The bob of green hair in the corner of his eye roused him from his reverie.

“Midoriya! This does not appear to be a proper meal! As a growing hero, you must take your health and nutrition seriously!” Iida chastised loudly as he, Deku, Todoroki, Uraraka and Asui made their way to a largely uninhabited table in the cafeteria. There, just within earshot, they sat off in his blind spot.

“Don’t be dramatic, Iida! Deku’s been fine! He’s just been-” Uraraka paused a beat before continuing. “Deku, all you got was rice? You love Lunch Rush’s food… maybe Iida is right.”

“Midoriya. Cold soba is nutritionally balanced and a comfort to eat-“

“Todoroki, no...” Katsuki could practically hear Uraraka shaking her head.

“Heh, guys, I’m fine.. you don’t have to worry about me. I just haven’t felt very hungry lately. There’s reallynothing to worry about.” Deku’s laugh felt hollow but the concerned chatter seemed to dial back.

“Well, Midoriya, in this very hall you once extended an offer to speak if I needed it. At the time, I refused to ask for your help and I frequently regret that lapse in judgement. I hope that you know that I, too, am here for you.”

“We all are, ribbit.”

“I’m FINE!” Deku shot back a bit too defiantly. “I mean.. there’s really nothing to discuss,” he insisted a bit more gently. The shrill uptick in his inflection rubbed Katsuki the wrong way.

“Well… perhaps we can discuss the nature of this toy you’d left at my door, Midoriya. I am unaware of any rules that prohibit them on campus but you did not need to avail yourself to bring it to me.”

“Bakubro, you alright?” Kirishima prodded pulling Katsuki back into his surroundings. Unbeknownst to him, he’d abandoned the show of eating altogether and had begun scowling. He shook off the question, deepening his knit brows, curious as to how Deku would evade the scrutiny of the class president once more.

“It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure, Iida. I just… I thought you’d like it. I, uh, picked it up when I went home to visit my mom yesterday.”

“Ah, I see. From its condition, I was uncertain what to glean. I admire the craftmanship, of course. My brother had several successful lines of merchandise, but I do not believe they hold a candle to some of the more seasoned Professional Heroes. I will return it to your care after dinner.”

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“-am I right, Bakubabe?” Ashido’s singsong voice broke Katsuki’s concentration as she playfully draped an arm around his shoulders.

“Some fucking friends.” Katsuki muttered gathering his things to make a hasty exit.

 “Woah, no need to be so mean, Kacchan!” Kaminari called after him in jest. “What’s eating him?”

“… Isn’t it obvious?” Ashido sighed.

“All signs point to Midobro…” Kirishima surmised, chancing a glance over at Deku’s table. While his back was to Kirishima’s, the anguish on the faces of those opposite him spoke volumes.

“Oh! Kacchan! You’re still coming by later, right?” Deku called after Katsuki who had already begun fading from view.

--

“Recognizing Suicidal Behavior”

The words seared themselves on Katsuki’s eyes from his phone as he lay in bed, searching for an answer he couldn’t bring himself to ask Deku himself.

“Individual factors… anxiety disorder…. Relationship factors… history of bullying, lost relationships… socially isolated… ashamed to ask for help. Warning signs.” Katsuki murmured as he scanned the site. “Sad or moody, check. Withdrawing from others, check. Changes in personality, appearance, sleep pattern, check, check, check… experiencing recent trauma…. Making… preparations.”

Anxiety stung at his eyes as a fire welled in his chest, licking at his ears. The grip on his phone tightened as he brought it down to his stomach, his teeth grinding painfully. He forced several deep breaths in and out, in and out. “That dumbass. There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. I’ll kill him.” Katsuki rose with a start and wiped the anguish from his face, angrily.

He threw his door open and stomped his way to Deku’s dorm, ripe for confrontation. His balled fist rapped on the door aggressively. If he could see beyond his anger or his concern, he’d probably be worried the door would give way completely. He could hear shuffling from within the room and waited with bated breath.

“Kacchan! I didn’t expect you so soon!” Deku beamed as he carefully slipped through his slightly ajar door. The light that normally shone in his eyes, dimmed by the state of his sallow face.

Katsuki’s fist hung in the space between them menacingly.

“I just-I had something I’d been wanting to give you...” Deku’s eyes lowered, fully engrossed by the tiles on the floor of the hall.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed to slits. On one hand, he intrusively thought it was about damn time that the nerd acknowledged him but on the other, he was starkly reminded of what had drawn his anger in the first place.

“I hope you don’t judge me too harshly. I.. had him sign it when he took me on as his successor..” Deku admitted under his breath. He gingerly pulled a trading card secured in a protective cover from his pocket and firmly held two corners between his thumbs tensely as he formally presented it to Katsuki.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, hah!?” Katsuki spat darkly, forcibly pushing the trading card back into Deku’s chest. His fearfully questioning expression finding refuge below his bangs. They’d had twin All Might trading cards for over ten years. They’d received both on the same day, at the same time with a stroke of luck that had failed them through what felt like cases mystery packs until, finally, they both ripped open the limited #1 All Might trading card at the same time. Katsuki recalled the shock and joy that had warmed both their smiles that day. He wondered, if happiness felt like the bright, fiery sun on your face, did Deku’s sadness feel like the absence of that? Like the chill of an abruptly setting sun when you expected a long lazy day? Katsuki never liked the cold.

“Kacchan, I-“

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing!? What you’re planning!? Why the fuck-” his head hung parallel to the ground, fist still lingering in midair. “Is it- is it my fault?” The question pushed passed his lips before he could bite it back.

“I’m not sure- I don’t… think I know what you mean.”

Deku’s voice was soft and muffled in Katsuki’s ears. Could barely be heard above the sound of his own pounding pulse booming in his ears. Yet Katsuki could hear the distress that dripped off of his words. “How dare you worry about me when you couldn’t be bothered to think about me while you were doing all of this!” Katsuki growled, becoming aware of sparse tears that had started to trace their way down his face. Every word felt labored, like they were pushing their way forcibly from the pit of his stomach through his esophagus.

“Kacchan-“

“You think after everything you can just fucking leave!? Just give away your shit and end it all!?” Katsuki’s words steadied sharply behind his gritted teeth.

“No, you’re mistak-” Deku feebly proffered, his hands raised defensively. He looked around the abandoned hallway, hoping no one was in earshot of this desperate conversation. “I don’t-”

“You think I believe you!? You’re not right in the head, never were. And now, giving away everything we collected over the years to those fucking extras. And this!” his head shot up to stare blearily about face to his childhood friend, backhanding the treasured trading card away from him. Katsuki’s voice dropped lower, barely above a rasp. “I.. it’s my fault. Is this my fault?” he whispered hoarsely.

Deku’s eyes widened seeing the tears falling freely from Katsuki’s face. Apprehension sculpted his eyebrows before decisively ushering Katsuki into his room, afraid someone would overhear them. Uncertain what to do next, he stared at Katsuki waiting for inspiration to guide him.

Instead, Katsuki filled the silence with his fears. “You think you can just up and disappear, fade from existence and people wouldn’t care? I wouldn’t… notice?” The distance between them felt thick with Katsuki’s tears. His cheeks and nose burned with an exposed vulnerability he hadn’t felt since the last time Deku had made him feel small and uncertain, powerless, even. He wiped his nose with his forearm, feeling his anger welling up once more by the stupid confusion on Deku’s face.

He lowered his face once more, both fists balled at his sides. “I know I have no right to this or to expect anything between us to change. But there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t regretted the crap I said to you last year… or any year before that. It eats at me, not knowing if, one day, you’d actually act on what I said to you because sometimes this shit is too much and I gave you an idea like that. How can I be a hero if I can say such awful fucking things to someone? I don’t know what you’re going through but I know whatever it is, it’s temporary. I know shit went left on that mission and I don’t know how you feel about it. But I can guess you probably think it’s your fault because you take too much on yourself. Like you could have changed something that Pro Heroes couldn’t even avoid… But I know it wasn’t your fault. I know you did everything you could even before Shitty Hair told me about it...”

Deku’s hands knotted themselves nervously before he sent a hand to quell the blossoming heat on the back of his neck, all the while averting his gaze from Katsuki who stood exposed like a wound.

Incited by the persisting quiet between them, Katsuki continued to wring out the thoughts that plagued him, hoping they’d connect to someone he felt so adrift from. “Ever since we got to UA, nothing’s ever gone the way I thought it would. I couldn’t understand it, it was all supposed to be so easy for me. Instead, you just kept shooting further and further ahead of me and, for the longest time, I fucking resented you for that. Like this was karma for all the fucked up crap I put you through even though that resentment is the same reason I treated you so badly before. Even before we got here, it always felt like you were looking down on me with those stupid eyes. The ones that knew the truth about the shitty things I was capable of and the ones that knew you’d be a hero come hell or high water..”

Katsuki clutched at the collar of his shirt, drawing courage he wasn’t certain he had. “I can’t… I can’t change the shit I said before. But I can apologize, now, De- I-Izuku. And I can tell you I’m not going to let you slip through my fucking fingers like this. You can’t and you better not think you can chicken shit your way out of this. I’ll put you on watch my fucking self if I have to,” he decided defiantly, knowing even this wouldn’t make things between them square.

His eyebrows gathered expectantly waiting for a response, not sure whether he could face his childhood friend. Suddenly uncomfortable with his honesty and uncertain whether Izuku could give him the absolution he needed, his bravado began to take over, “Besides- I can’t be number one if I don’t beat everybody and that means you, too, you shitty nerd. So don’t think you can take the easy way out.”

“Kacchan… I… Did you-? I’m not going to kill myself.” Izuku declared, bewildered by Katsuki’s assertion.

Katsuki could feel one of his eyes twitching angrily. “HAH?” Surely, he didn’t misread the situation. Izuku checked all the despondent boxes complete with giving prized keepsakes to those he considered closest. What else could this be if not a call for help? Was denial normal in the face of confrontation for stuff like this? Maybe he should have gone straight to Aizawa instead of sticking his foot in his mouth… again. His eyes shot up to interrogate Izuku more directly. “You mean to tell me, that all this was….” the question died on his lips, his eyes widening. “Is that? Is that the 10th Anniversary All Might poster that was never released for sale for the public??”

--

“You shitty fucking nerd.” Katsuki laughed derisively. Both boys sat with their knees tented and their backs against Izuku’s dorm room door staring up at the victorious gaze of their idol hero, All Might.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d kill myself...” Izuku tightly hugged his knees to his chest.

“As if I committed the biggest faux pas here.” Katsuki’s eyes rolled, a disbelieving grin tugging at his upturned lips. “And, naturally, you thought giving away all your other merch would make you feel less guilty.”

“I wanted it so bad, Kacchan. I knew it’s what Sir Nighteye would have wanted…” Izuku nodded, his eyes wide and a bit of dribble pooling at one corner of his mouth.

“You fucking otaku! You couldn’t even wait for the body to get cold before you were doubling back for that poster, huh?” Katsuki’s laugh was harsh and unexpected but, in light of the recent revelation, put Izuku to some semblance of ease.

“I didn’t think it should go to waste…” Izuku’s gaze lowered as his voice dropped off. “Now I can’t bare to look at it, it’s like All Might himself is judging me.”

“Can’t ya just ask the real All Might? I’m sure he’d give you some peace of mind about it.”

“Kacchan, how can I ask the real All Might after what I’ve done? I swear it was like I was in a fugue state. One minute, I’m at the hospital with Mirio, Bubble Girl and Centipeder, and the next I’m in his dark office with this poster rolled under my arm. How can I be a hero after this?” Izuku exasperated, burying his head between his knees.

Katsuki exhaled slowly, lightly throwing his head back as he came to terms with how similar he and Izuku were. Both looked up to All Might in different but not incorrect ways. Both wanted to be number one. Both knew a treasure when they saw it. He snorted, “If I can continue on the path to number one after everything I put you through, I think I can give you the greenlight to still be a hero. We’re not our pasts… even if your past is like.. from yesterday, you little shit.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned. “You’re making it worse!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. If you can promise to stay the course, I can promise to keep your secret.” Katsuki stared sidelong at the ball of regret beside him. He cocked his head waiting for a reluctant response.

“Secret, huh?”

“You’ve kept mine, after all. ‘ts the least I can do.” Katsuki elbowed Izuku playfully, rousing him from his withdrawn position.

“… you know you can let that one go, Kacchan. Maybe I’ve just always known the way you were, but... there’s never been anything you’ve done that’s made you less of a hero to me.” Izuku’s words were muffled by the forearm that still pressed firmly against his mouth.

Katsuki looked away bashfully, his eyes meeting All Might’s. Maybe this was another thing the nerd had that he’d covet. Somehow, seeing the weight of it, the burden of it, put it into perspective. He smiled softly, letting his head lean slackly against the door. "Better to have a rival than a memory."he thought, suddenly grateful to relish in the unspoken familiarity they had even after all this time. 

--

A/N: As inspired by, “Say Yes to Heaven” by Lana Del Rey because I feel like I once saw a tiktok where a Bakugo cosplayer insinuated they’d keep a watchful eye on Deku who’d begun giving away things that were important to him (or maybe that was a just a Mandela effect).

While in this instance, Izuku was just really, really sketchy, be aware of the impact you have on others and be mindful of the behavior of those you care about. There are always resources available and someone to speak to.

#neonfiction #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #ktdk #katsudeku #fanfic #deku and kacchan #mha fanfic #mha #bnha #my hero academia #anime #manga #boku no hero academia #class 1a #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo is bad at feelings #bakusquad #dekusquad #ao3 author

[topguncortez]

Dagger Squad as parents

Phoenix is the mom that coaches her kids sports team and jumps on the trampoline with them

Jake is the dad that acts all competitive and tells his kids that he’s gonna win (sometimes he does) but most of the time he loses and makes a scene — “YOU BEAT ME?? Whaaaat how is that possible?”

Bradley encouraged his kids when they use pots and pans as drums

Fanboy dresses his kids up in costumes for comic con or movie marathons

Payback’s kids climb him and try to dunk him in the pool or the ocean and he just lets it happen before he dunks them

Phoenix is the type of mother who will do what ever she can to help her kids follow their dreams, whether that be in sports or music or whatever. If it is in sports, then she is taking them to skills and drills camps, "coaching" them in the off season, and making sure that they are well rested and fed before games. But she also has a rule, that the moment the sport turns into a chore where she has to beg them to go to practice, then it's time for a change. She isn't going to push her kids to be in a sport or activity they hate.

Jake is a TOTAL softy when it comes to his kids. He hates when they get hurt, because it hurts him. When they gotta go get shots and vaccines??? Tears. And not just from the kids. Backyard games of touch football or soccer turn competitive but Jake always lets them when (except when they get older. then he really kicks it in gear)

Bradley's house is loud. His mother never discouraged him from playing music whether that was hearing twinkle twinkle little star over and over on the piano, or listening to him bang his drum sticks on every surface of the house. Bradley passes that same ideology onto his kids, and Saturday morning jam sessions while he is making pancakes is a usual occurrence.

Fanboy plans his family's halloween costumes AT LEAST a year in advance. He makes costumes that the whole family can get in on. Scooby-Doo, Star Wars, Beetlejuice, Tangled, The Nightmare Before Christmas. His kids always win best costume at the battalion halloween party.

Payback uses his height against his kids and it's the funniest thing ever. When they were little, he was always picking them up to make a basket, but when they got too big for that, he started using his defensive skills against them. He literally just reaches his hand up and blocks his kids shots and its funny. He also tosses them over his shoulder and listens to the giggles and "pleas" for him to set them down, which then, he usually tosses them onto the bed or couch.

#my asks #Bradley Bradshaw #Jake seresin #mickey Garcia #rueben fitch #natasha trace #phoenix #rooster #hangman #fanboy #payback #the dagger squad as parents

[12timetraveler]

So I've been trying to figure out how to articulate this for a while and I think I finally figured it out.

When I was a kid I was obsessed with Star Wars. My dad showed me all the movies when I was about 8 or 9 (Revenge of the Sith was just about to come out I think) and I loved them. I collected all the toys from Burger King, checked out every Jedi's Apprentice book from my school library. All I asked for for Christmas was Star Wars stuff. I was princess Leia for Halloween and for the school talent show I did an interpretive dance to Weird Al's The Saga Begins.

I was obsessed.

And then I was told by no small amount of people that I wasn't a true fan because I liked the new movies (movies 1-3)

I was 10

And grown ass men were telling me off for enjoying those movies. Scoffing at me, patronizing me, being total assholes.

And I still like those movies to this day.

But I haven't participated in the Star Wars fandom since.

I only watched the first few episodes of Clone Wars. Haven't seen any of the new movies. Sometimes I can hardly even think about that world without getting so upset because it was so ruined for me by shitty fanboys who felt the need to talk shit about movies to a ten-year-old girl who was just vibing.

I'm sure eventually I'll sit down and watch the newer movies. I want to watch The Bad Batch after hearing my mutuals talk to highly of it and reading all their content, so I'm sure I'll watch Clone Wars eventually.

But all this to say, be kind to young fans. They don't need to hear your opinions (however valid they may be) about that thing. A ten year old does not need to be told how dumb they are for enjoying the "wrong" parts of that fandom. Hell a twenty year old doesn't need to be told that either. Unless your opinion is asked for it, just keep it to yourself and let people enjoy things their way. Let kids enjoy Jar Jar Binks because he's funny and makes fart noises. Kids find that shit funny.

Just don't be a dick. Stop spoiling fandoms for others

#mj rambles #star wars #fandom discourse #dont be a dick #its not hard

[bayisdying]

WRAPPING PAPER AND BOWS

Couples: Rooster x Spicy/Hangman x Cinco/Fanboy x Lucky.

Tagging the other whores: @mtnofgrace @mrsjaderogers

Tagging everyone else: @callsign-dragonbaron @cycbaby @callsignscupcake @askmarinaandothers @kloofspeaks @notyoursbutlewis @roosterscockpit @breadsquash

"God fucking damn it, how hard is it to wrap a dollhouse?" Rooster exclaimed.

"You want to try wrapping not one - but two - tricycles?" Hangman retorted.

Fanboy has decided to say fuck it, and was just throwing a bow on the small rocking horse he had been trying to wrap.

The girls giggled from their perch on the couch, sipping their cocoa. They had wrapped most of the presents and left the harder wrap jobs for the boys who "could totally handle it".

That had been an hour ago, and nothing was wrapped.

"Why do we even need to wrap these things, none of them are old enough to know what's going on anyways." Jake said.

"Jacob!"

"What? I'm not wrong Cin!"

And never tell Jake this, but he's not totally wrong. None of the kids were old enough to remember this Christmas, but they were all old enough to rip open the paper.

"Don't you want your sons to experience Christmas joy?" Lucky asked teasingly.

"You wanna come wrap these fucking tricycles Lucky?"

"I'm sorry I thought you guys said you could handle the big presents?" Lucky sassed back.

Mickey rested a hand on his wife's leg to calm her down. She had been freaking out about Hadley's first Christmas. It had always been such a special time for her family and now she had a little girl to carry on those traditions.

"Let's all just take a break from wrapping, and come back to it." Rooster suggested.

Everyone nodded.

"I'll go check on the cookies." Cin said as she headed to the kitchen, Jake following close on her heels.

"I am going to the bathroom." Spicy got up and headed to the half bath on the first floor of the Seresin home. Rooster went with her.

That left the Garcias in the living room.

"It will all be okay cariño." Fanboy kisses his wife. "I promise."

Lucky didn't respond, she just slinked off the couch and started to try wrapping the tricycles. Her husband's hands grab her wrists.

"Lucky?"

"I just this year to be perfect."

"It will be, but you need a quick break. You know the guest bedroom isn't very far."

Lucky playfully hit his chest. "Really?"

"Really. You think the others aren't getting it on right now?"

Lucky blushed a soft pink, before deciding to not fight it and let her husband lead her to the guest bedroom.

-----

Spicy x Rooster

The half bath was small, but it worked for the quickie the Bradshaws needed. Bradley couldn't get enough of his wife before Miss Caroline was born but now? He was a a very thristy man and she was his holy water.

"Remember honey, we gotta be quiet." He whispers before shoving the decorative hand towel in his wife's mouth because he knows better than to trust her to stay quiet.

There is no foreplay when you have no time, so he's ripping the button on her jeans and pulling them off unceremoniously.

Her muffled whimpers egging him on, he frees his cock from his own pants and slides the tip across her folds just enough to realize how wet she was.

"You wanted this as much as I did didn't you sweet girl?"

All Spicy can do is nod as he slowly enters her inch by delicious inch. The towel doing very little to stifle the moans that come flying out.

Bradley is thrusting into her in short bursts and his hips are snapping into hers with such force she knows they will bruise. She doesn't even care.

"Come on sweet girl, I need you to cum, don't you want to cum for me?" He whispers before biting down on her shoulder as she cums around him at his command. He releases only seconds after she does.

"I love you sweet girl." He says before cleaning her up, then joking, "but I think that damn dollhouse is just getting a bow put on it."

Spicy laughs, yeah that sounded about right.

-----

Hangman x Cinco

Their kitchen wasn't their favorite place to go at each other like rabbits, but it would have to work for now, until their friends left and they could go for more than just a quick fuck.

Jake had Cin bent over the counter, her knuckles white from gripping the edges of the sink in vain to have some leverage as her husband took her from behind.

It was sinful, and that's just how the Seresins liked it.

Cin let a moan slip that was a little too loud for Jake's liking. He reached over her body and grabbed a spatula from the holder and spanked her with it.

"Come on Cin, I told you we had to be quiet."

Words were no longer forming in Cin's brain, her answer was just a sharp cry.

"You looked so pretty when you were full with the twins, maybe I'll put another baby in you for Christmas baby."

The way she gripped him was all the motivation he needed to tip over the edge and spill into her.

He pulled up her underwear and leggings. "Don't let a single bit drop babe." He whispered before kissing her temple.

Cin just stood there dumbfounded for a second as he turned to leave.

"Also, fuck wrapping those tricycles. That's not happening." He flashed her that megawatt smile and she feels her insides turn to mush.

-----

Fanboy x Lucky

Fanboy led Lucky to the guest bedroom and laid her down gently in the bed. He caressed her face and kissed her sweetly.

"We don't have much time cariño."

"I know honey." She said looking up at him.

He kissed down her body over her annoying clothes. He reached her pants and pulled them down slowly, he moved her underwear to the side.

"God you're always so pretty for me."

Lucky was too far gone to have noticed that he had freed his erection from his own pants.

"Ready cariño?"

"Bring it on Garcia." She smirked up at him.

He didn't even hesitate to enter her after that. He started slow since he hadn't gotten to warm her up, but soon enough he's pounding into her, and she's matching him thrust for thrust.

He snaked a hand up to her throat and applied just the tiniest bit of pressure. The whine that she made nearly caused him to cum.

"That's right lucky girl, taking me so well, God I love you."

"I love you more Mickey."

Her words sent them both to their highs, cumming together. They laid there for a second coming down from the highs.

"I love you more cariño."

"Oh fight me Garcia."

"You'll win everytime Bay, except for on this rocking horse thing. That is not getting wrapped at all. Hadley will just have to be disappointed."

-----

When the couples went to pick up their children from the Kazansky house, all six of them had relaxed smiles on their faces.

Ice sighed taking in the sight.

"If there are any more kids next Christmas than Cyclone and Venom have to take them."

-----

Sorry Mom, you raised a whore 😂🤷‍♀️

#top gun #top gun maverick #mickey fanboy garcia #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #baylie lucky steele #grace spicy bradshaw #alana cinco metcalf #lucky x fanboy #spicy x rooster #cinco x hangman #christmas #smut #the chaos sqaud

[phanfictioncatalogue]

‘Having A Crush On Each Other’ (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

All I Want For Christmas (Is You) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: AU where Dan is Phil's Christmas coworker crush, and awkward boys are awkward.

Art Class - narcissistpenguin

Summary: AU in which Dan and Phil has to draw each other in art class. Although Dan is good at art, he’s still super nervous since he had a secret crush on Phil for a very long time. Includes a fanboy Dan.

Broken Like You (ao3) - TearDrop1234

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a theater in a nowhere town. Their friendship is instant, but the rest not so much.

Covet (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The only thing making Dan feel alive is his all-consuming crush on the new deacon.

cloud watch (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: I asked for people to leave words in my askbox so I could write a mini phanfic. existentiall-crisiss didn’t play fairly, and left me ‘clouds’. Or, pastel!Dan hates his new journal but writes in it anyway, and accidentally just ends up recording his feelings on punk!Phil, in a suitably melodramatic way.

Crappy Situations, Happy Endings - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan Howell comes from a strict family and lives with a homphobic dad. Phil Lester is the school’s ‘bad boy’ and also happens to be Dan’s crush. Things go horribly wrong at a Christmas party at the Howell’s house when Dan and Phil are spotted kissing. Crappy situations turn into happy endings.

Crushing On The Bad Boy - dxnhowell

Summary: In which Louise tries to help her best friend out by setting him up with his biggest crush, Phil Lester, the bad boy Quarterback on the football team. They’re total opposites, but Louise thinks Dan has a chance with him. However, things don’t exactly go to plan.

Drowning in You- botanistlester

Summary: Dan is the BAMFy popular boy, Phil is the quiet nerd. Dan secretly really likes him, so he always teases him and calls him names. One day Phil is fed up, so when Dan calls him a stalker he replies and gets really close to Dan and says “Would you call this stalking?” to make him uncomfortable.

fish me up (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: Dan has a crush on the pet store clerk

Flower Crown Luck (ao3) - HeartsAndSpades

Summary: Punk!Phil has a slight crush on Pastel!Dan and when Dan drops his flower crown in the library, Phil returns it and they start talking.

give this thing a try (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is a cashier at a grocery store, and Phil is his supervisor. One evening at work, Phil surprises Dan by asking him out on a date, and of course Dan, who's had a crush on Phil since forever, says yes. Cue, the freaking out and comfort ensues.

Hearts on Ice (ao3) - yourlocalhipster

Summary: Dan has a small crush on Phil. Big deal, right?

Here’s Hoping - adayinthelifeofphan

Summary: high school and phil just moved and dan is like mr.popular and like he hates him but secretly loves him and Phil finds something that shows that dan actually loves him and stuff like that.

I think I'm in Love with my Best Friend (ao3) - marleejo0

Summary: Dan has always had a crush on Phil, but he knew that Phil could never like him back. That is until one eventful day when Dan realizes Phil might feel differently. Tooth rotting Phan fluff.

repeats and replays (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: phil’s had a crush on his coworker dan for way too long. he’s never had the nerve to ask him out, as much as he’d like to, but their friendship is good as it is.

one day, though, dan slips up mid conversation, and everything changes

The Scent of Pining (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up together, but were separated by university and the mundanities of life. After years of missing each other, keeping track of each other's careers, and asking their families about each other, they finally reunite at a Christmas party back home. Surrounded by fragrances that cast their memories back to their childhood together, they each work up the nerve to finally do something about how they've been feeling for a decade.

Thoughts and a Train Conversation (ao3) - croissantbleu (orphan_account)

Summary: It's 2009, Dan is on his way to meet Phil for the first time, and thinks back on some of the choices he's made

You Be The Art, I'll be The Brush (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Phil is a harried art student just trying to do his best and he may have just a little bit of a crush on his sketching class' new model Dan.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #crush masterlist #crush

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Howdy, ma’am! 😏 Quick question about Jake and Ronnie. Who goes all out for Halloween? And do they do couple costumes? I can just picture Red Sky going all out for the neighborhood Halloween festivities, especially since Mickey fanboys about a bunch of stuff!

But then, I’m picturing Red Sky and Blue River working together to make a huge Halloween display. And Mickey and Bob just totally make them go all out!!! It’s a fan’s favorite place to be!!

HOWDY MA'AM 😏 tis the spooky season and I am ready to discuss

RONNIE. ronnie ronnie ronnie. she goes all out for Halloween, but nothing too crazy I think. She likes it, and she thinks it's so funny when kids dress up as werewolves, but I wouldn't say it's her favorite holiday (that would be Christmas)

But yes they 100% do couples costumes.

I mentioned in a post yesterday that this year she's dressing up as Evelyn O'Connell from The Mummy (specifically the Look from the library, with the glasses and the skirt and the little scarf)

And Ronnie absolutely loses her marbles when Jake walks out in the Rick O'Connell outfit....Like the shoulder holster? the boots?? the scarf?? he even shaved just for the occasion and she is LOSING IT

BUT MICKEY

He is on the committee each year to plan the Halloween Fest that takes place in downtown Bellmoral, Halloween is HIS fav holiday and he drags the entire pack into helping him decorate and do the haunted house and etc etc

But Blue River and Red Sky coming together to do something.....yes please

i think they would turn the Bradshaw family home into a haunted house

I mean, canonically it is literally a black and grey painted victorian mansion, everyone in town already thinks it's haunted

It is the Bob and Fanboy team-up that everyone deserves

#annie answers #my sweet m #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: the echo (or the answer) #fd: top gun #werewolf au #werewolf!topgun #alpha!jake x ronnie bradshaw

[downtondownstairs]

Downton Abbey - A New Era

I've come home and on my way I texted (while walking) @nanokouw, poured all the fresh thoughts and impressions into lots of text messages.

First the unspoilery bits:

Look at the picture above: isn't that a beautiful theatre? That's the cinema hall of the "Cinema Paris" in Berlin. They only have one hall and it feels special sitting in auch a nice one instead of visiting just another big cinema chain.

The audience was of course most interested in Violet's snarky comments and I guess most of the movie goers were fans of the series and not people who saw a few episodes of Downton and decided to give the movie a go. And that's what I think will happen with this movie a lot. Because it really felt much more intimate and more like a very long (sadly also very rushed) episode of the series. A long Christmas special if you like. I felt a bit uncomfortable sharing it with so many strangers while watching it. I didn't feel like that with the first movie.

And now to the spoilery bits (I have to get my laptop because you cannot do a read more on the crapp)

First of all: The second movie felt better than the first one. Like I said: it was more intimate because you had to know the history of the characters, their storylines, their backstories, what happend to Matthew, Henry, Molesley and co in the series. Otherwise the viewer will get lost! Therefore I hope that the DVD is released very soon becuase I have to watch that movie alone (or in company of my dearest fellow Downtonians) to fully enjoy it.

Second: there was too much happening in the movie. Everything felt a bit rushed (remember I have only seen it once, an hour ago, I might change my opinion once I’ve seen it a second time). There were a lot of different storylines that could’ve easily filled three or four episodes of a regular 8 episode series. 

1. Villa in France

2. Filmcrew at Downton

3. Cora has some mysterious health scare that turns out not to be a death sentence but we only find out what it is at the very end. And this storyline had  (in my opinion) no real purpose for the plot of the movie. It was just there and felt out of place.

4. Tom and Lucy’s wedding

5. Thomas leaving Downton to be with Guy Dexter because the movie star offered him a job and to share his house with him 

6. Molesley proposing to Baxter (and Carson being totally OK with that - what a suprise, you old curmudgeon)

7. and then Daisy plotting in two quick scenes to get Mr Mason and Mrs Patmore together. It was a nice idea but I bet half of the audience didn’t even realise what happend because it was really rushed at the end and felt like a “oh I forgot to give that storyline a proper ending, well here it is”-move

8.the ending: Violet dying. There was a lot of foreshadowing throughout the movie and it felt like the right thing to do, especially after the first movie. The scenes leading to it were really well done. And I tried not to cry my eyes out. Very very moving moments and scenes.

Third: The movie felt more balanced than the first one. Of course it didn’t have enough downstairs moments (are there ever?). The first movie had more of the drama downstairs because of the royal visit, more group scenes. The second had more ensemble scenes with Mary because of the film crew. However, everyt downstairs character had their moment. Anna and Daisy helping the lead actress, Mrs Hughes basically running the house while Carson is away and saving the day twice, Molesley coming to the rescue because he’s such a Hollywood fanboy.

What annoyed me was that Carson and Mrs Hughes were in two different places. And that a lot of the scenes were simply too short and cut off. Elsie didn’t feel as crabby as in the first movie but there were three moments where I thought that something was missing: a proper goodbye between her and Charles when they go off to France, a welcome back on their return and a hug or at least touching him when Violet dies. She was a bit more her old, plotting self with snarky comments and although I miss the cute Carson/Hughes from series 1-6, they felt a bit better in this movie than in the last one.(sadly without holding hands or anything)

But: I have to watch it a second time

I was the only one (I think) that went awwwwwweeeeee at the bedroom scene the two share and definitely the ONLY one that uttered a rather loud yaaaaay at the first aerial shot of the movie: Belchamp Hall, better known as “Felsham Hall”. I heard people behind me mutter “this is not Downton Abbey?” and I had to bite my tongue. And at the wedding, my main task was to try and spot all the downstairs couples. 

So my overall verdict: the movie was (in my opinion, after having watched it once) better than the first one because it felt more true to the series. I am still missing the old downstairs but I guess I would have to blackmail JF to remember how to write that *sigh*

Will watch it a second time on Monday or Tuesday, with a friend who is a fan but not as crazy as I am ;-). But she wanted to watch it too (and couldn’t join me tonight) so she’ll have to live with me going on and on and on about some of the scenes after the movie.

#spoilers #downton abbey spoiler #downton movie spoiler #downton abbey a new era

[sebsxphia]

it’s been forever since i sent in an ask unfortunately school/work has been kicking my ass and taking my imagination away from me 😫

anyways, my friends & i were planning a xmas/bday party for my friend & we decided to wear the ugly xmas sweaters obvi.

but what it made me think of, is throwing fanboy & coyote (bc in my mind they’re sagittarians, if u would to know the other squad’s signs in my head lmk bc i have a bad addiction to astrology) a bday party where u all wear the ugly xmas sweaters bc it’s right near christmas.

bradley would totally show up 10 mins before coyote & fanboy get there in a fucking hawaiin shirt that is christmas themed 😭😭😭 even after jake told him “hawaiin shirts are banned at this bradley. it’s winter not summer, get it together.” & after you took him shopping for xmas sweaters (which he bought 3 different ones).

so obviously everyone let’s out a huge sigh when they see him in his shirt, but to everyone’s surprise it’s actually fanboy’s favorite hawaiin shirt of bradley’s & that’s why he wore it😭 idk i imagine bradley picks up on little compliments & remarks from ppl and will repeat things that he knows others like.

(& bc i’m a whore you would 100% end up in it at the end of the night after u two fuck in the bronco shortly after u helped penny clean up the hard deck & close🤭)

i hope ur doing well💞💞 - 💋

hello my beloved anon!! <33

i’m so sorry school and work has been kicking your ass bless you!! i hope you’re doing well yourself and making sure you’re resting, drinking and eating enough!! i’m all okay thank you!! 💖💝

i love this so much!! absolutely bradley is still wearing a hawaiian shirt at any chance he can get and after this night it becomes a running joke that bradley just always has to turn up in one or it’s not a true dagger squad party. i completely agree that he also picks up on little things that people comment about!! he’s super observant and likes to ensure the others feel like they’re listened to 🥹

and yes, we’re absolutely fucking in the bronco later. there’s not a shirt you haven’t fucked in!! also becomes a tradition that when he buys a new one, you have to fuck him in it.

i don’t have an idea for their star signs, but i would love to know more of your thoughts!! thank you so much for this as always my beloved anon!! 💌🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #bradley rooster bradshaw #💋 anon

[cowboy-robooty]

ooohh we get to give you music recs??? Heres my real shitty taste you can listen to as much as you want 👍 its alright to dislike my music taste cause yeah its totally jumbled but yeah

sodikken

Mitski

Laufey

Odetari

6arelyhuman

Mac DeMarco

Roar

OKAY OKAY SO. FOR THE ONES I DIDNT KNOW I LISTENED TO LIKE THE TOP THREE SONGS THAT SHOWED UP WHEN I LOOKED UP THEIR NAMES ON YOUTUBE MUSIC

- sodikken: i know this mf I NEED TO WATCH MORE OF THEIR VIDEOS N SHIT!!! i think their songs are aight theyre like ok yknow? i really like their singing style tho oughh yessssss i lovee singing styles that are really varied 😍

- mitski: IM SORRY EVERYBODY BUT I HAVE YET TO EVER HEAR A SINGLE MITSKI SONG I LIKE. MITSKI SUCKS. IVE TRIED SO HARD IVE TRIED A MILLION TIMES AND I JUST DONT LIKE MITSKI IM NOT ABOUT THAT SHIT FUCK MITSKI

- laufey: i feel like im a bit skewed because i listened to their christmas songs and im a slut for christmas music i loveee christmas music but yes i enjoyed that it was good ^_^ robooty likey!

- odetari: bruh this shit killed my grandma

- 6arelelyhuman: IM JUST NOT A FAN... i feel like if it was slightly to the right i could like it... BUT I DONT. i love electronic music i think if this was less... pop leaning? idk if thats the right word but if it just was a bit different perhaps i could get into it.

- mac demarco ok. imma be real. these last two ive only heard like one song from okay (BC THIS DRAFT IS HOLDING UP EVERYBODY ELSE WAHHH) for mac demarco ermmm i like the song thy mission by the garden and it said feat demarco! 😄 (not even a garden fanboy i only like that one song i havent checked their other ones)

- roar: THESE ARE THE GUYS WHO MADE THE CHRISTMAS KIDS SONG RIGHT? ME RIKEY DAT SONG ITS GOOD AND I LIKE BABY BRIDE RAG. i cant say ive heard any other song from them i like but those two are good! teeheee!

thank you for these recs. next time please send specific songs okay bc i need specificity or ill kill myself 😍 i also probably shouldve said what america music i like so you guys would know what to aim for lol- gommene!!!! too late anyways everyone already sent in their shit oh well!

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