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trashyswitch · 2 years ago

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When Opposites Attract

Henrik and Shawn are placed at a table, so they can meet each other and get to know each other. But the person that brought them together, decides to leave the room to go play games. So, Shawn and Henrik decide to team up.

Guess who got their 4th covid shot yesterday, and is now achy and exhausted? This girl...Fucking hooray.

This fanfic was suggested by Shannon. I hope you enjoy!! <3

Henrik looked at Shawn, unsure what to think of the person across from him. Shawn bit his lip, not used to being out of his room. Chase was currently trying to introduce the two of them, and get them to learn about each other.

“So…This is Henrik. Henrik, this is Shawn.” Chase told them.

“Hallo.” Henrik said to Shawn.

“Hi…” Shawn said quietly.

“Come on, Shawn. You can do this.” Chase encouraged him.

Shawn was fiddling with his fingers, not sure what to say. “......Okay.” Shawn replied, sitting up a bit and looking over at Henrik.

“Alright. Now converse.” Chase said, before getting up and walking away.

“Vait, VHAT?!” Henrik reacted, looking at Chase with shock.

“Seriously?!” Shawn reacted, throwing hands.

“What? Am- Am I expected to stay?” Chase asked.

“YEAH!” Henrik and Shawn replied at the same time. “YOU ARE.”

“To hell with that! This is gonna be awkward as hell. I’d rather not.” Chase told them before walking off.

Henrik looked at Shawn with shock on his face. Shawn was looking at Henrik with the same shock.

“Vell damn…” Henrik muttered.

“Wanna kill him when he comes back?” Shawn asked.

“Kill him? Nein. Slap him? Ja.” Henrik replied.

Shawn chuckled. “Slap him till he realizes how much of a dick he’s being.” Shawn added.

Henrik chuckled as well. “Maybe later.” Henrik decided.

“Yeah, yeah. I wasn’t saying right now…” Shawn told him.

Henrik nodded and took a sip of his drink. “So…Your name is Shawn?” Henrik asked.

Shawn nodded. “And you’re Henry?” Shawn replied.

“Henrik.” Henrik clarified.

“Henrik.” Shawn repeated.

“Ja.” Henrik replied.

Shawn nodded and thought for a moment. “So…What do you do?” Shawn asked.

“I’m a doctor.” Henrik told him.

Shawn nodded. “Cool! Much cooler than my gig.” Shawn reacted.

“Vhat’s your ‘gig’?” Henrik asked.

I’m a toy-maker at Joey Drew Studios.” Shawn replied, waving off his job like it was nothing.

“Yoey Drew Studios? You mean…Bendy zhe devil and Alice zhe angel?” Henrik asked.

Shawn nodded. “Right on the money.” Shawn replied. “I painted some of the dolls and the different merchandise that came out of the company.” Shawn told him.

Henrik tilted his head and opened his lab coat. He pulled out a doll from his lab coat, and smirked. “Did you make zhis mini bendy doll?” Henrik asked.

Shawn dropped his jaw and smiled brightly as he gently took the doll. “Oh my god- no way!” Shawn reacted.

He looked at all angles of the doll and smirked as he saw something on the inside of the bowtie. He flipped the left bow around to show Henrik. “My signature. I write it on every bendy doll made by me, so Joey knew how many I was contributing to the business.” Shawn told him.

Henrik adjusted his glasses to get a better look at the small signature on the inner bowtie. “It is chicken scratch, but I can see an S…I zhink.” Henrik said.

Shawn narrowed his eyes. “Says the doctor.” Shawn said back.

Henrik laughed. “You have a point.” Henrik added. “My writing is terrible.” Henrik admitted.

Shawn pulled out a notepad and handed it to Henrik. “Show me.” Shawn told him.

Henrik smirked and did his signature before handing it back to Shawn. Shawn took one look at the notepad and bursted out laughing. It looked like a whole bunch of italic vertical lines stitched together. It looked awful, to say the least.

“The handwriting of a true doctor.” Shawn said with a smug grin.

“He! Vatch it, herr artist.” Henrik reacted.

“Herr artist? What’s that?” Shawn asked, half joking, half being serious.

“Herr means Mister.” Henrik replied. “I vould be Herr Schneeplestein. You vould be Herr…Herr…” Henrik trailed off, unsure what his last name was.

“Flynn. Shawn Flynn.” Shawn replied.

“Herr Flynn.” Henrik finished.

Shawn nodded. “Fair play!” Shawn replied.

Henrik smirked. “So, You are irish?” Henrik asked.

Shawn nodded. “Bang on.” Shawn replied. “Born and raised.”

“Hm…German, born and raised.” Henrik replied.

“Cool!” Shawn replied.

Henrik bit his lip and looked around. “So…”

Shawn smirked. “Wanna get Chase and make him regret leaving us alone like this?” Shawn asked.

“Auf jeden fall.” Henrik replied. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Definitely.” He translated for Shawn.

Shawn and Henrik headed to Chase’s room and dropped their jaws when they saw what Chase was doing:

Chase was sitting in a chair, playing Forza Horizon 4 on his laptop. He had his headphones on, so he wasn’t able to hear Shawn and Henrik coming in. Shawn and Henrik both scoffed and shook their heads in disapproval. Of course Chase would leave them alone to go have fun by himself.

Shawn walked up to Chase’s right side and waited for Henrik’s signal. Henrik stood on the other side of Chase, and waited for a couple seconds.

As soon as Chase won the game, Shawn grabbed Chase’s arms and put them above his head.

Chase hummed. “What the- HEY!” Chase looked around, and saw Shawn and Henrik on both sides of him. ‘Oh! Hi guys. How did things go?” Chase asked.

Henrik smirked. “Let’s yust say you are going to regret leaving us alone together.” Henrik told him.

Chase looked at Henrik in confusion. “What are you two planning?”

Henrik looked at Shawn and smirked. “Ich werde ihn kitzeln.” Henrik said.

Shawn nodded and fixed his footing. “Gehen Sie.” Shawn replied, slightly off in his pronunciation.

Henrik smiled. That was his cue to go. Henrik started skittering his fingers on Chase’s belly and sides. Chase widened his eyes and squealed as a big smile grew onto his lips. “eeeEEEHEHEhehehehe!” Chase laughed. “Ihihi knehehew ihit, your eehehevil shihihits!” Chase said through his newfound giggle fits.

“Oooooh! Acting the maggot now, are ya?” Shawn teased.

“Bang on, Shawn.” Henrik replied, using Irish slang as well.

“He who keeps his tongue keeps his friends, Chase. You of all people should know that.” Shawn told Chase.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Chase argued.

“Hey! What did I just say?” Shawn reacted.

“Remember, Shawn. A good laugh und a good sleep are zhe two best cures for anyzhing.” Henrik added.

Shawn dropped his jaw with a smirk. “You know that one?” Shawn asked.

“Chase has told me zhat saying too many times. My turn!” Henrik replied.

Shawn laughed. “Indeed it is.” Shawn replied.

Henrik smiled as he looked down at Chase’s stomach. “I also know a certain tickle spot on Chase that he does not vant people to know about.” Henrik added.

“Oooh! Do tell, Doctor.” Shawn replied.

Henrik poked Chase’s left side. “Chase’s left side is a leetle bit ticklish.” Henrik said.

Chase giggled and covered his face in embarrassment.

“But…” Henrik moved all 10 of his fingers over to Chase’s right side. “His worst spot is…”

Chase mumbled something that sounded like ‘No, don’t’. It was his version of a desperate attempt to stop them. But of course, it didn’t work.

Henrik skittered all 10 of his fingers on his right side. “Zhe right side of his tummy!” Henrik declared.

Chase practically screamed and threw his head back with loud, strong laughter. “OHOHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU BAHAHAHAHASTAHAHAHAHA-” Chase shouted. Despite the words he was letting out, his laughter was so harmonic! Such fresh laughter. So grand to hear. If depression could be cured, then his laughter would be the medicine. It was that beautiful to hear.

“Listen to this ol’ guy, trying to call us bastards.” Shawn reacted.

“A reminder zhat zhis bastard left us alone for zhirty minutes to play games.” Henrik added.

“Yeah! By the way, what’s up with that?! Are we really that boring? That cringey to you?” Shawn added.

“IHIHI WAHAHAS SCAHAHAHARED!” Chase admitted.

“Zhen vhy vould you introduce me to Shawn, if you cannot handle zhe cringe?” Henrik asked, stopping his tickle attack.

Chase took a few moments to breathe and recuperate. “Because…” He shrugged his shoulders. “You two seemed like you’d hit it off.” Chase said. He bit his lip. “And I feel like I would just…make things even more awkward if I were there…” Chase admitted.

Shawn chuckled. “You’d actually make things better, mate.” Shawn told him. “You know that, don’tcha?”

Chase looked at the ground in slight sadness. “I’m sorry…” Chase said.

Henrik chuckled a bit. “Entschuldigung will not cut it, Chase. You need to laugh.” Henrik decided before going for Chase’s hips next. “Und for a man, you have some rather groß hips.” Henrik added.

Chase wheezed and giggled, wiggling around to get out of Shawn’s surprisingly strong grip. But Shawn was not budging. He was actually giggling as well as he watched Chase get tickled. “Klitzeln, kitzeln, kitzeln!” Shawn teased.

Henrik hung his head and laughed at bit. “Zhe vay to say it is ‘kitzel kitzel kitzel’.” Henrik told him.

“Oh…Sorry. Kitzel, kitzel, kitzel!” Shawn teased.

Henrik chuckled and hung his head again. “Oh Gott nein…” Henrik muttered, covering his mouth with a smile. Henrik could feel his own face starting to flush from hearing the word ‘tickle’ in his own native language. It was starting to remind him of his mother when he was a child.

“Kitzel, kitzel, Kitzel…Kitzel, kitzel. That’s fun to say. Kitzel!” Shawn kept repeating.

“Shawn, your vords-”

“Kitzel, kitzel, kitzel, kitzel, kitzel, kitzel-”

“SHAWN!” Henrik yelled with a big smile.

Shawn shut his mouth immediately, with both his eyes wide. “...Sorry.”

Henrik sighed and stopped tickling Chase. He looked up at Shawn with a flustered smile. “You sound like my mozher.” Henrik told him.

Shawn raised an eyebrow. “Really?” He asked. “In what way?”

Henrik nodded. “You are repeating zhe vord in my language...I vould like to ask you to please speak english.” Henrik told him.

Shawn raised an eyebrow, confused. He started repeating ‘kitzel’ in his head, before repeating the word ‘tickle’ to himself multiple times…Then, Shawn gasped and smiled brightly as it finally clicked in his head. “Oh my Go- Am I making you bluuuush?” Shawn asked.

Henrik grumbled. “Nein…….Shut up.” Henrik muttered.

Chase and Shawn both bursted out laughing at Henrik’s embarrassment. “Poor Henrik. All flustered because of a single word.” Shawn teased.

Henrik rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. “Tickle tickle. Tickle tickle tickle.” Henrik replied.

Shawn rolled his eyes with a slight blush growing on his face.

“God dammit-”

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle-” Henrik repeated over and over again.

“I am going to kill you.” Shawn told him, a blush visible on his face as he smiled with annoyance.

Chase looked at Shawn. “That’s affecting you?” Chase asked.

“It’s not effecting you?!” Shawn asked.

Chase chuckled. “No. I’m more the person to tickle others, than to get tickled myself.” Chase told him.

“Quatsch.” Henrik reacted.

Chase looked at Henrik with curiousity. “Is that bullshit in German?” Chase asked.

“It’s zhe vord ‘Nonsense’, actually.” Henrik replied. “And what you yust said, vas Quatsch.” Henrik added.

Chase was growing visibly nervous. So, he started poking and tickling Shawn. “I’m a tickler! See?”

Shawn squealed and started trying to tickle Chase back. “Quahahahahatsch!” Shawn yelled.

“Dohon’t you mean Gobshite, little leprechaun?” Chase asked.

Shawn pushed Chase down and started tickling his right side as quickly as he could, while repeating the word ‘tickle’ over and over again. Chase bursted out laughing almost immediately, and struggled to cover up his super ticklish spot. Not long after, Henrik ended up joining in on the tickle attack, repeating the word ‘tickle’ over and over again as well. And would you believe, a bright blush eventually showed up on Chase’s cheeks, and darkened to a scarlet color overtime.

It was right about now that Chase had started to regret introducing the two boys to each other.

#first meetings #funny #opposites attract #irish slang #deutsch/german #ticklefic #ler!henrik #switch!shawn #switch!chase #flustered

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dryades-angeli · 2 years ago

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Anti Puppyshipping

To get this straight... Anyone can ship whatever they want. I don't jump in Pro-Shipper conversations and say: "It doesn't work that way. This and that couple is better." Everyone has their favorite shipping and their reason for liking this couple together. But I can have my opinions to the shipping and I will state them here. ~*~ As said. To each his own. But I've never understood why so many people ship the two together. Seto Kaiba disrespects Joey and even jokes, when he lays unconscious over his friend's shoulder. And it doesn't help that his arm (in Joey's face) prevents him from slipping off Tristan's shoulders. In Japanese, he even goes so far as to call Joey by his first name. Joey Wheeler's real name is Jonouchi Katsuya, and in Japan it's common even for students to address themselves by their last name only. It´s a sign of respect. That's why his own friends just call him Katsuya. Only his little sister calls him by his first name and Seto Kaiba, because he has zero respect for him. He is mostly condescending to Joey, even calling him names. Such as mediocre, pathetic dog, loser, a nobody and insignificant person or weakling. "Jonouchi… In your Death… I´ll eccept you as a Duellist as you come to your End." That was the most positive thing Seto Kaiba has ever said about Joey Wheeler. Not to mention that his death wasn't in vain, because he knows Marik's weakness now. And then when he's shocked that Joey survived Ras' attack. I'm not denying that Seto Kaiba has a little more respect for Joey after this fight.

While everyone else was crying for Joey, Seto Kaiba was more focused on beating Marik in a duel. And you can clearly see the difference between the people he doesn't care about and the people he cares about. When Mokuba was disrespected by a bully as a referee in the Battle City tournament, Seto finished him off. Kisara was also close to him. He wept for her death. Clearly Priest Seto is not Seto Kaiba. But both definitely have the same character. So you can differentiate that Joey's death did not affect Seto particularly. But when I think that this pair is called Puppyshipping, I don't really have to be surprised. "Puppy" is based on the word "pathetic dog". So the worst insult Seto Kaiba throws at him. Duke Devlin uses this swear word to humiliate Joey by putting him in a dog suit and making him bark. I think "dog" or "puppy" is the last thing Joey wants to be called. It's a swear word, even if it's played down, and represents Seto's dominance over Joey and their difference in strength. But it's good symbolism for the toxic nature of this relationship.

I think Mai would be a better match for Joey. Apparently he has feelings for her. Otherwise I think Yugi would be a good partner for him or Tristan. But that's just my way of thinking. As said. Ship what you want. But I still don't understand it, because Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler obviously don't like each other.

#anti puppyshipping #anti seto x joey #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #katsuya jonouchi #yugioh

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 2 years ago

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 5

(Ch. 4), (Ch. 3), (Ch. 2), (Ch. 1)

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Summary: The truth comes out but neither expected the other's reaction... WARNINGS: Alcohol mention, general angst, fluff A/N: Tagging some of the amazing creators & friends whose work inspired me to start writing again: @wwhatev3r @brassknucklespeirs @softguarnere @holdingforgeneralhugs @rogue-durin-16 @auroralightsthesky @lenabob @legally-devorak @dustyjjumpwings @stillbandofbrothersthirsty @tvserie-s-world @toyes-lipring @hurricanerex666 @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @softliebgott @latibvles @mercurygray @sergeant-spoons @problematicfavesareproblematic @softspeirs

Contemporary: June 3rd, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

It didn't take her long to find him.

Alix knew Joe well enough to know that he chain-smoked when he was upset and he'd want to sit down for a smoke before walking back to his billet, especially at such a late hour of the night.

She was a spy; she was supposed to know these things.

There was a quiet pond just a small ways from the pub which had a number of quaint wooden benches overlooking the water's edge. It was the perfect place for a late-night smoke to clear your head.

Despite being the middle of summer, nights in Aldbourne were usually brisk and as goosebumps prickled up her arms, Alix berated herself internally for forgetting to grab her fur wrap before leaving the house earlier.

In Philadelphia high society, fur was primarily for winter wear but with the drafty English air, the former model figured her mother would’ve forgiven her eventually.

Squinting in the dim light, she was able to identify a lone figure occupying a bench by the water's edge and she surmised it was most likely Joe.

As she approached, the rhythmic click-clack of her heels on the pavement knifed through the stillness and the hunched figure turned, allowing the gentle glow of the moon to illuminate his face.

It was Joe Liebgott alright, and he looked like hell.

He was pale as a ghost, save for the reddish blotches on his cheeks where tear-tracks glistened. His hair stuck out sporadically and Alix could tell he’d been running his hands through it, another nervous habit of his.

As soon as he saw her, he hurriedly swiped the tears away with his sleeve and only then did she notice the blood.

It was crusted on the scraped and swollen knuckles of his right hand, with thin dried stripes all the way down his fingertips like crimson paint.

From what she could see, it looked like he'd busted his knuckles open punching something, probably a wall.

"Jesus, Joey, are you okay?!"

Joe's expression hardened.

"Don't worry 'bout it."

Alix ignored him, stepping over the handful of cigarette butts that littered the ground by his boots and rushing to his side.

"Let me see your knuckles,” she insisted urgently. “I can help."

Sitting next to him on the bench, she reached for his bloodied hand but he jerked his arm away.

"Like Hell you can."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded, her temper starting to flare at his tone.

"It means don't bother, Alix," Joe spat and the young agent flinched.

It was the first time he'd called her by her real name instead of a nickname and somehow, it stung worse than if he'd just cussed her out.

“You should get going.” His voice was quieter now but just as embittered and he crossed his arms, staring hard at the pond’s surface. “Wouldn’t want your boyfriend getting worried.”

Alix bristled at the accusation.

"He's not my boyfriend," she snapped. "I don’t even know him. But even if he was, what's it to you?"

Snorting defensively, she muttered, "It's not like you give a shit about me beyond a quick fuck anyway."

Joe's head shot up and he looked over at her with puffy, red-rimmed eyes.

“Is that what you think,” he asked, his voice rising with indignation. “That I was just in this for sex?”

“Santa Maria," the agent swore, throwing up her hands in frustration. "What else am I supposed to think when you walk into my life just to fuck me and walk out again like nothing ever happened?!”

"Goddamn it, Alix!” Joe sprang to his feet. "It was never about the sex! Don't you get that?! It was about you! It was about being with you!”

“Then why did you keep disappearing?” Alix pushed, her chest aching with half a year’s worth of suppressed heartache. “For weeks, Joey, not just days. Weeks!”

That was the final straw.

“Because I was falling in love with you, alright?!” Joe yelled, his voice breaking as the tears he’d been fighting began to spill down his cheeks. “And that scares the absolute shit outta me!”

Before Alix had time to comprehend what he’d said, Joe had turned away, squeezing his eyes shut and running a shaky hand through his hair as he struggled to regain his composure.

For a moment, all Alix could do was stare at his back in stunned silence as the weight of his words began to sink in.

“But why…?” she managed to choke out finally.

Why would you love me?

“Why would that scare you?"

Her voice became small and she hated the way it sounded: Weak. Quivery. Scared. All of the things as an agent, she was trained never to be.

"...Am I that hard to love, Joey?"

He whirled back around, the frustration gone and concern suddenly written all over his face.

"Fuck no! Are you kiddin' me?"

Joe sat down next to her again, this time close enough that she could see herself reflected in the pupils of his beautiful, brown puppy-dog eyes.

Reaching out, he gently tucked an escaped curl from her bun behind her ear and Alix felt her heart skip a beat.

"You, Alix Martinelli," he murmured. "Are the easiest fuckin' person in the world to love."

He flashed her a small, rueful smile and leaned back on the bench, digging a pack of his beloved Chesterfields out of his coat pocket.

"Hell,” he remarked with a sniffle as he fished around for his lighter.

“Everybody knows I’ve been stuck on you since your first day here. Didn’t even say a damn word to me but I saw that gorgeous smile and I was done for.”

He chuckled softly, adding, “Tab and Popeye wouldn’t stop givin’ me shit about it.”

Alix's mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all.

All these abstract pieces, all these feelings, all that time…

“Joey, it’s been six months of whatever this—” she gestured to the two of them “— is but then tonight, out of the blue, you show up with…”

She trailed off, unwilling or perhaps unable to finish the sentence.

“Mary." He filled in the name for her as he lit up his cigarette, completely oblivious, and Alix felt her mouth go dry.

"Yeah. Her."

"That was Tab's doing," Joe explained after taking a drag.

“He could tell I was losing my fuckin’ mind over you and he thought forcing me out on a double-date with him and some local girls might distract me or somethin'.”

Taking a shorter drag, he let the smoke curl into the crisp night air and remarked dryly,

“As you can see, it didn't work.”

"Sure looked like it did with the way she was hanging off you," Alix muttered, trying and failing to keep the petulance and bitterness out of her tone.

Joe leaned slightly closer to her to make sure she heard him.

"Not a bit. Like I told her and Tab, I already got my eye on somebody else."

He gave her a wink and she felt her cheeks starting to flush pink so she dropped her gaze, avoiding his eyes.

It sounded too good to be true. There had to be a catch, there just had to be.

“But if you felt this way all this time, then why didn’t you say anything to me for so long?” she asked, expecting to catch him in a lie and prove to herself that the whole thing was some sort of mistake.

But when she cautiously looked up at him for an answer, he was gazing at her with those beautiful, sad brown puppy-dog eyes she loved so much.

"Because," he began. "I knew two things from the moment I met you. One: I knew loved you. Because how could I not? You're everythin' I ever wanted. And Two…"

He hesitated for a second before saying quietly,

"Two: I knew you were gonna break my fuckin’ heart."

Alix's forehead creased.

"I would never," she declared fervently but Joe just shook his head.

“Girls like you don’t end up with guys like me, Ziskeit. I’m not an idiot. You're a calendar girl, for Christ’s sake! You gotta practically beat guys off you with a stick! I've seen the pages people ripped out an' shoved in their pockets for safe-keeping. You're everybody's dream girl!"

He ran a hand through his hair.

"And you’re not just pretty either, you're smart too, crazy smart! With your OSS creds and your high-class schooling, you got one hell of a future when all this is over, y’know?”

Taking another slow drag, he exhaled a few seconds later with a grim-sounding sigh.

"And me, what do I got? I'm just some fuckin’ cabbie from Frisco. Nothin' special. Why the hell would a girl like you, who could have Gene Fuckin' Kelly if she wanted, want me? There’s a thousand other guys— classy, uptown types like your officer back there— who are better for you than I’ll ever be. You'll probably end up marryin' some big-shot attorney someday anyway. So I've been tryin' to stay away from you… and Jesus Christ, did I try!"

He shook his head again.

"Honestly Zees, stayin’ away from you was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do," he admitted. "And I couldn't even see it through 'cause I'm fuckin' selfish. 'Cause at the end of the day, I know I’m nowhere near good enough to call you mine, but goddamn it, Alix, I want to anyway!"

Alix’s vision began to blur and it felt like there was a burning lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

This was everything she'd ever wanted but it couldn't have come at a worse time. They were all jumping into a war zone any day now.

Should she tell him how she felt, despite knowing that one or both of them might not make it back home?

Should she open herself up to the possibility of letting him in, just to lose him?

She'd already lost her older brother to the war, could she stand to lose her boyfriend too?

She forced her gaze heavenward, warring internally with her head and heart until the tears passed. Finally gathering her courage, she slid over a little bit, inching closer to him like a bomb she was set to defuse.

Despite her nervousness, her heart had made its verdict clear from the get-go:

Being his, even for a little bit, would be worth the risk.

"You are more than good enough, Joey," she murmured, tentatively reaching over to rest her hand on top of his before interlocking their fingers. "You're the only person I want."

He looked down at their intertwined fingers and back up to her eyes, searching her features fervently for any trace of deception.

"No kiddin'? You really mean that?"

Alix nodded, beaming, and gave his hand a light squeeze.

"Of course I mean it! But we're still gonna have to keep things quiet, okay? I don't think either of us wants to get busted for fraternization."

Joe nodded in agreement, a lopsided grin lit up his face as the realization sank in:

They were official.

He looked more overjoyed than she'd ever seen him, more like a kid in a candy store than a soldier days away from war.

"Still gonna be pretty fuckin' great though, even if we can't tell anybody we're going steady yet, huh, Zees?"

Alix cocked her head curiously.

"I've been meaning to ask you what that means. I tried asking Muck because he speaks some German but he had no idea. You're always using it and for all I know, you could be calling me the world's biggest bitch in German or something."

Joe chuckled.

"It's nothin' like that. Hell, it's not even German. But you're still gonna kick yourself when you find out."

Now Alix was really perplexed.

"Why?"

"Because it was right in front of you the whole time."

"Stop speaking in riddles, you asshole," Alix pouted.

"Fine, fine, just 'cause it's you," Joe teased, his brown eyes sparkling. "It’s Yiddish. The word is Ziskeit but sometimes I’ll shorten it to Zees. Still means the same thing, which is ‘Sweetness’. But we also use it to mean someone you cherish, like a sweetheart.”

Alix blinked in surprise.

“Wait...So you mean this whole time…?"

"I've been telling you how I feel for around six months now and you had no clue 'cause it was in Yiddish? Yeah."

Alix giggled and nudged at his shoulder playfully with her own.

"I never took you for a sap, Joe Liebgott!"

"Neither did I," he quipped as he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "Guess you just bring out a different side of me, Zees."

"Well that explains why Skip didn't recognize it then. He tried to tell me it meant 'Goose' at first and I told him he was full of shit."

Joe laughed.

"Goose would be gandz. I can call you that instead if y-"

"Joseph Liebgott, don't you dare."

The paratrooper jokingly pretended to mull it over for a minute before responding with a mischievous "No promises."

For the first time, Alix realized that her palms had been sweating from the nervousness.

Her first instinct was to wipe them off but she hesitated, biting her lip. A part of her knew she was being irrational but she worried if she let go, the spell would be broken and everything would be as it was before: Joe would leave again and it would be as though nothing between them had ever happened.

It would all have been just a dream.

But her palm was growing clammy and so grudgingly, she let go of his hand, waiting tensely for the other shoe to drop.

But Joe didn't disappear.

Instead, he draped an arm lovingly around her shoulders, resting his hand lightly on her tricep and Alix shifted so she could lean into him, releasing a sigh of relief she didn't realize she'd been holding.

Joe was kind enough not to acknowledge it.

"I didn't know you spoke Yiddish," Alix continued conversationally. "Seeing as you'd had some translation training, I always just assumed you spoke German."

"I speak both,” Joe replied as he absentmindedly traced little circles on Alix’s upper arm. “But German just feels more…distant, y’know? My family never uses it at home, just when we’re in public. We use Yiddish with the people closest to us since it’s a big part of our heritage. It just feels… more meaningful, I guess, 'cause it's somethin' we don't use with everybody, y'know? Stop me if I'm not makin' any sense."

“You’re making perfect sense, Joey,” she assured him softly. “And I’m honored that you use a Yiddish term of endearment for me. It means the world that you care that much."

Joe pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Why wouldn't I? I've only been sweet on you for what, six months now? I know people who got married in half that time!"

He chuckled.

"And don't worry, I got lots more pet names where Ziskeit came from too. We're gonna have you speakin' Yiddish like a pro by the time you meet my folks!"

Alix red lips quirked up into a smile.

"Yiddish is so beautiful, I can see why you hold it close. Honestly, English has never been strong enough to describe how I feel about you either, which is why I use Italian. Like, tesoro, which means treasure but we use it for the word Darling. And cucciolo, which is my other favorite. It reminds me of your adorable puppy eyes."

"I know what they mean," Joe divulged sheepishly, turning slightly pink. "I kinda asked Gonorrhea to translate for me 'cause I was hoping you felt the same as me but I was too chicken-shit to just ask ya in case I was wrong..."

"And you still didn't just tell me how you felt, even after you knew I felt the same?" Alix's eyes were huge.

"Yeah, 'cause I didn't believe him." Joe was cringing at his past self now. "I thought he was just fuckin' with me or somethin' 'cause there was no way in Hell a girl like you could ever feel that way about a guy like me."

He shook his head with a grin.

"I've never been so fuckin' glad to be wrong."

Alix was about to reply when a particularly strong gust of wind whipped through the nearby trees, stinging her bare arms with its chill. Starting to shiver in her spaghetti-strap gown, Alix silently cursed herself again for forgetting her fur and began rubbing her hands together to warm them.

Having noticed her shiver, Joe immediately tugged his coat off and placed it around Alix’s shoulders. It was huge on her but the wool was cozy, still warm from Joe’s body heat.

Hearing the approaching hum of voices from a distance, she hurriedly glanced over her shoulder before shrugging the coat off as a small pack of servicemen and their dates left the Crown, walking along the road behind them back to their billets.

“C’mon Ziskeit,” Joe implored. “Put it on, will ya, before you catch a cold.”

Alix shook her head nervously, her eyes darting back to the group passing them by.

“What if someone sees?”

“Let ‘em.” Joe shrugged. “They can’t write me up for givin’ a beautiful lady my coat when she’s cold, can they? Doesn't prove shit."

“Oh yeah?" Alix cocked an eyebrow slyly. "So did you let Mary wear your coat then too?”

Joe snorted.

“You kiddin’ me? I wouldn’t even let her hold my jump wings.”

Satisfied, Alix pulled the coat back on, enveloping herself in the warm wool. She was swimming in it, the thick material dwarfing her small frame like a sack.

The sleeves hung way past her hands and Joe stifled a laugh.

"Jeez and I thought Perco made the coats look big!"

"Oh so you let Perconte wear your coat too, huh?" Alix joked, a teasing glint in her dark eyes. "And here I thought I was special."

Joe rolled his eyes playfully.

"You're a fuckin' smartass, d'you know that?"

"Hey, you fell in love with me," Alix reminded him with a quick kiss on the cheek. "So you asked for it, Coat Whore.”

Joe was about to respond when a commotion behind them cut him off.

"In Banbridge Town in the County Down, one morning last July-"

Both their heads snapped back toward the sound of the singing.

It was a clearly inebriated Joe Toye stumbling out of The Crown with an equally inebriated Don Malarkey by his side, the pair belting out a truly spectacular rendition of an Irish folk ballad while a bemused-looking Skip Muck was proudly harmonizing just behind them.

"–down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín and she smiled as she passed me by! She-"

Alix grinned. Had it been any other night, she would've been right there with them.

Her family's maid, Penelope, was originally from Ireland and she'd taught Alix several of her favorite folk songs as the pair hung wash together. Alix's mother, Clarissa, always scolded her for helping Penny with her chores because it "was beneath her as the lady of the house" but Alix didn't mind at all.

On the contrary, she relished getting to swap stories and folk songs with the older girl, who had done so much more living in her 26 years than Alix had in her 23.

Penny taught her Irish folk tunes and Alix taught her some phrases in Italian to impress the Calabrian boy from the South side that Penny had her eye on. It was like having a real friend, not like the sycophants at her boarding school who simply had to work their family’s connections into every conversation or they’d combust.

“–From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay, from Galway to Dublin town–”

As the voices of her best friends slowly faded into the distance, Alix leaned her head on Joe’s shoulder and admired the beauty of the moment----

The chorus of chirping crickets, the faint quacking of the ducks in the shallows, the laughter of her best friends in the background, the soft glow of the moon on the water, the earthy smell of the rolling fields beyond the pond, the warmth of Joe’s body radiating through his clothes as he wrapped his arms around her.

They were going steady now.

Her heart was so full that it felt like it might burst through her chest.

All of the months of waiting and hoping had been worth it. She wanted to cry and shout and jump for joy at the same time.

But as more and more people began to file from the doors of The Crown, Alix took a worried glance over at the worn watch on Joe's wrist.

"Madonna mia," she exclaimed. "It's already 11 o'clock and I still need to review my cover story and dossiers before tomorrow!"

Joe stood up and gallantly offered her his arm.

"Mind if I walk ya home then, Ziskeit? Call me a sap but I can't let my girl walk home alone at night, even if she is a spy. I'd still go outta my mind with worry."

Alix stood as well, smoothing the skirt of her dress.

"One condition."

"Name it."

"You stay the night. I could use some cuddles from my boyfriend while I'm reading up on all the people I have to kill."

The paratrooper gave her a lopsided grin.

"I was hoping you'd ask, Zees. After I drop you off, I just gotta run back to my place real quick so I can grab my ODs for tomorrow and I'll be right back over. Ya won't even know I'm gone. How does that sound?"

Alix ecstatically linked her arm with his.

"Sounds perfect."

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sweetyyhippyy · 2 years ago

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Stood Up. Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(Not my gif)

Summary: Steve takes his childhood best friend out on a date after she gets stood up. He quickly realizes that he has feelings for her.

TW: Swearing. Brief mention of throwing up (reader doesn’t actually throw up). Suggestive jokes. Getting stood up. Talk about a shitty home life.

Word Count: 2.8k

A.N: Childhood best friends to lovers is so cute 🥹 also I did base part of this on the Friends episode where Rachel and Joey go on a date and show off their first date moves.

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She had been single for almost as long as her best friend Steve.

Robin had a bet with herself on who out of the 3 of them would get a significant other first, and honestly, Robin put money on herself.

She had gone through a “totally tragic” breakup with Antonio Lawrence her senior year after he cheated on her with Brooke Neilson.

Steve walked in on them going at it in the bathroom of a house party, grabbed Antonio by the shirt he was still wearing, “like a dork” (Steve’s words), pulled him off of Brooke and beat the shit out of him, pants around his ankles and all.

3 whole years being single, and every date she has been on were duds. So within the last 6 months, she gave up, swearing up and down she was just going to become a nun since ever other man in Hawkins was awful.

But Steve was on a mission.

There was a guy that had been coming into Family Video almost 3 times a week that was always looking and asking for her. He had rented every single movie they had to offer, Steve swore up and down. And the times that she did check him out, she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was flirting with her.

She was out on the floor, helping Robin clean the shelves and restock while Steve was working his magic on a cute brunette with big hair, when he walked in.

Steve stopped listening to the girl as soon as he walked in, completely dumping the conversation, quickly running out from behind the counter. “Hey! You need help?”

The guy widens his eyes at Steve, taken aback by him popping up out of no where. “Uh, I was wondering if that cute girl was working here? The one that always has her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Cute smile.”

“Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. You into her?” Steve asks, leaning up against the counter, his arms folded over his chest.

The guy laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Is she around?”

“Let me see. Hold tight.” Steve runs off, going behind the shelf her and Robin were behind.

“What is happening?” She furrows her eyebrows in concern, trying to cower behind Robin.

“That guy, the one that I always say flirts with you, is here for you.”

She rolls her eyes, sighing heavily and dramatically. “Steve, I’m not in the mood for this.”

“Oh, come on! He asked for you! He said, and I quote, ‘cute smile’. He’s totally into you!.”

Robin peeks over the shelf at the guy standing at the counter, his hands in his pockets. “I mean, he’s not the worst looking man on earth.”

“Robin! You’re supposed to be on my side.” She whines.

“Normally, I would! But you need to go on a date. It’s been way too long now.”

She peeks around the shelf to look at the guy standing there. Just as she was about to retreat, she stumbles forward, Steve’s hands push her forward. “You fucker.” She mouths, furrowing her brows at him again and flipping him the bird.

She sighs before walking toward the guy, a nervous smile on her face. “Hi, my coworker said you were looking for me?”

He was tall, hazel eyes with long, dark lashes, soft olive skin with cute little freckles on his cheeks.

“Yeah, I just… well first, I never really introduced myself, my name is Mark. I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, but I’ve been nervous because you’re really pretty.” He laughs nervously. “But, I wanted to know if maybe I could take you on a date. Or some coffee, just something?”

She felt her cheeks get red, not feeling butterflies in her stomach for someone in a while. “Yeah I would love to. Are you free tomorrow night, maybe for dinner?”

“Yeah, okay!” He smiles.

She reaches over the counter for a piece of paper and a pen. “Here’s my number. Call me tonight and we can talk about where and what time.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll call you. I’ll see you later.” He smiles, walking out of the store.

Steve whoops from the back of the store, both him and Robin emerging from the back of the store.

“You, fucking Harrington.” She curses, throwing the pen in her hand at him.

“What?! I was just playing Cupid!” He says, throwing his hands up in defense.

“Come here, let me push you out the door.” She threatens, taking off to chase him around the store.

***

Steve was nice enough to drive her to her date since her brother needed the car they shared. And part of him wanted to make sure she didn’t back down from the date last minute.

“I feel like I wanna puke.”

“Not in my car you’re not.” Steve says, mostly joking. “You’re just nervous. After you guys start talking, get past the small talk you’ll be fine.”

She sighs, taking the end of her hair and wrapping it around her finger nervously.

“What’s the worst that can happen? The date flops and you guys don’t go out again. He has to go to a different video store.” Steve shrugs, taking the turn into the lot of the restaurant they were meeting at.

She stays silent, staring out the window as Steve parks, giant bubbles in her stomach.

Steve looks over at her, turning the car off. “Hey, look at me.”

She looks over at Steve with a questionable look on her face.

“You look really pretty, this guy would be a total idiot to not think you’re a catch. Looks aside, you’re such a sweet person, funny, caring. You’re a catch.”

“Look at you being sappy. I guess I should say thanks for forcing me to go on this date.”

“You’ll have fun! I promise.”

She nods her head and opens the car door, grabbing her purse.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He calls out to her as she walks away toward the restaurant.

“Oh, so you’re telling me to get laid on the first date then.”

***

She was at least 15 minutes early, she didn’t mind grabbing a table and waiting.

But waiting those 15 minutes turned into waiting over an hour past the time they had set.

The restaurant was busy for a Saturday night, so she looked around at the tables around her that sat other couples, eating and drinking together; laughing and talking.

She sighed, coming to terms that she officially got stood up. With as many dates as she had been in, she had never been stood up. And it really hurt.

This was the fifth time the waiter had stopped by the table and asked if the other half of the party was coming, her answer finally changing from “they’ll be here soon”, to “no, I’m sorry they aren’t coming.”

Once she said that, the waiter gave her a sympathetic look and just walked away. The more she thought about it, the tighter the lump in her throat felt, and there was no way she was about to cry in the middle of a restaurant.

With a sigh, she left enough money to cover the few sodas she had while waiting, and a tip for the waiter, walking up to the hostess and asking to use the phone to call Steve, hoping he would pick her up.

“Hello?”

“Steve, it’s me. Can you come pick me up?”

“Uh yeah. It’s already over? It’s only been abn hour.”

“Yeah well, he never showed up so I got tired of sitting here waiting.” Her tone was bitter as she explained herself.

Steve sighs on the other end. “I’m on my way now. I'll probably be there in less than 10minutes .”

“Thanks, Steve.” She hangs the phone up, heading outside to sit on the bench outside of the restaurant.

Either Steve was speeding, or 10 minutes passed by quick, but his car pulled into a parking spot before she knew it.

She started to walk to his car but noticed him getting out of the driver's side and meeting up with her. “Hey.” She says with a lackluster look on her face. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“No problem. Hey, uh why don’t we go back inside.” Steve says with a soft smile.

“What?” She almost laughs.

Steve drapes his arm around her shoulder, something that wasn’t foreign to them. “You were promised a date tonight, you should still go on a date.”

She was beyond confused at where he was going with this. “Go on a date with who?”

“Me, you dork.”

She stops dead in her tracks, smiling at Steve in disbelief. “I’m going on a date with Steve Harrington?”

“How is this any different than us going out to eat like we have 100 times before?”

“Because we never called it a date. You called it a date.”

Steve stuffs his hands in his pockets and shrugs his shoulders. “Didn’t our mom’s always say that we were going to end up together anyway? Let’s humor them by going on a date.”

Her cheeks went hot at the fact that after being friends with Steve for 20 years, they were going on a date.

***

“So, since we’re on a date, what are Steve Harrington‘s first date moves?” She jokes, but is also serious at the same time.

“My first date moves? Like what do you mean? How do I put the moves on a girl I’m on a date with?”

“Yeah! I want to know how Mr. King of Hawkins treats a girl he’s on a date with.”

Steve smiles and clears his throat. “Okay. Well let me start by saying that you are really pretty, I really don’t know how I got so lucky to be able to go on a date with you.”

She can’t help but snort out a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. It was really sweet, but something about you complimenting me is so funny.”

Steve rolls his eyes jokingly, throwing the wrapper covering the straw at her. “I compliment you!”

“Steve, you saying ‘oh, you put makeup on, you don’t look like a total zombie today’ isn’t a compliment.”

“Alright Cupid, what are your moves then since mine makes you laugh.”

She smiles and puts her hand out, asking for his.

Steve raises a skeptical eyebrow at her then looks back at her hand.

“Oh come on Steve, I haven’t bitten you since I was 2.”

Steve places his hand in hers, both of their hands resting on the table. “That’s a lie. You bit me last week when I wouldn’t give you the tv remote.”

“So where did you grow up?”

“What? You know where I grew up, dingus. We’ve lived less than 2 minutes away from each other our whole lives.”

She rolls her eyes, sighing heavily. “Humor me, hair boy.”

“Hawkins, born and raised.”

“And are you close with your parents?”

Steve sighs heavily, shaking his head. “Not really. My mom tries, but her trying isn’t really… trying. And my dad, well.” He laughs.

She looks at him, really listening to his words.

“He’s a grade a-asshole. I’m almost sure he’s a serial cheater, he wants me to be a mini him but that’s just not me. I mean, I can’t see myself, 20 years from now, working for my dad still.”

“I know it has to be hard trying to not live in your dad’s shadow.” She takes her nails and runs them up and down his forearm.

“It is. I know this sounds dumb, but I feel like if I follow in his footsteps, somehow my life is going to be just like his. Stuck in a loveless marriage, acting like my kid is a giant screw up.”

“You’re not a screw up Steve. You might have been kind of a dick a few years ago but you changed so much. You’re the best person I know. Look at what you did for me tonight just so I wouldn’t be upset.”

Steve smiles at her, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “You know, I thought your move was going to be stupid, but it’s actually really good.”

She can’t help but laugh, rubbing his arm a few more times before she lets him go. “I’m going to use the restroom before our food comes.” She gets up and drags her nails lightly across Steve’s back as she passes him.

Steve, for the first time, watches as his childhood best friend walks away, checking her out like he would any other girl he was on a date with. It’s not until she is out of his view that he realizes this was part of her move, and it was working. He actually started to feel something more than just friendship with her.

***

“You wanna come in? My mom would be happy to see you. She misses you like you’re one of her own kids.” She says as her and Steve sit on the railing of the porch, Steve’s arm wrapping around her shoulder.

“Well, before I say yes, I need to know what the end of the night move is for you.”

She laughs loudly, shaking her head. “You don’t wanna know, Harrington.”

“That scandalous huh?”

“No! It’s just… usually I hint that I’m okay with an end of the night kiss.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“And how do you do that?”

She narrows her eyes at him skeptically, not sure why he was so hell bent on her exposing her “secret”. “Well usually afterwards I like to leave soft lingering touches to his arm, and his hand, especially if he were holding hands. And then when we’re kinda just here together like this I look at his mouth, waiting for him to realize.”

She found herself staring at Steve’s mouth, just like she had started at any other guy she went on a date with. She quickly looks up at his big brown eyes, noticing he was looking at her mouth too. “Steve…” She whispers, touching his hand with her pinky.

“If you don’t want to, just say the words.”

She shakes her head quickly, bringing her face closer to his.

A million butterflies flood her stomach as her and Steve’s lips find each other, pressing together.

Steve’s hand finds her face, taking it and cupping her cheek in his palm. He gives her slow, tender kisses, afraid if he kissed her how he really wanted to, that it would scare her off.

Even when he and Nancy were together, their kisses were never this electrifying and, for lack of better words; perfect.

She was the first to pull back, needing to come up for air. She brings her hand up to the middle of his chest, taking it all in. “Oh.” She laughs.

“Yeah.” Steve laughs. “W-was it bad? Should I not have done that?”

“No! Wait, not no! I mean, no it wasn’t bad, it’s okay you did it.” She rattles off like a machine gun. “You just made me nervous, sorry.” She laughs. “Did we really just kiss?”

“Yeah. And I actually really liked kissing you.”

“I did too.” She smiles, her face getting hot at the admission. “So, what does this mean?” She asks.

“Well let’s think about it. I’ve known you your whole life, the longest we have ever not been around each other was what, 2 weeks when I had the chicken pox when I was 6. I feel like maybe the reason we’ve been so unlucky in love is because we never thought of us being an option.”

“So you’re saying that my move on you worked?” She laughs.

“Yeah, I guess I am. I want to give this a shot. I feel like we’re really good together. And now, I don’t know, the idea of going on dates with other girls doesn’t sound the same to me anymore. I feel like…”

“You’re it for me?”

Steve nods his head in agreement. “Is that scary to say?”

“No. Because I can be myself around you, you’ve seen me through every ugly, bitchy, scary stage in my life and you still chose to be here. My mom always said we act like an old married couple. It couldn’t hurt to give this a try.”

Steve smiles ear to ear, brushing her hair back behind her shoulder. “Good. Because I don’t think I could handle seeing you with someone else after tonight.” He says softly, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“I don’t want anyone else after tonight.” She responds, resting her forehead on his.

As Steve hugs her tight, she lets out a laugh at the thought inside her head.

“You know Robin is going to lose her shit when we tell her we’re dating, right?” She says, picking her head up to look at Steve’s reaction.

He stares into space before looking back at her. “You put the moves on me first, you have to tell her. I’ll tell your mom.” Steve says, getting up from his spot to run into her house to find her mom first.

“Bull shit, Harrington! You asked me on the date!” She yells back, running in after him.

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cherrydreamer · 3 years ago

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April Prompts #21 and #23

Another lil entry for the April Prompts challenge Cardboard & Toilet Paper Roll (with a smattering of Overalls!) (Slightly lemon-y towards the end. Suggestive names rather than any actual actions!) Mornings in Billy's house were usually a little hectic. Rushed. Far too busy, to say there were just two of them there. But then again, one of them was a six year old girl. A six year old girl who was currently standing in the hallway of their little house, arms folded and lips screwed in a pout, refusing to move another step.

"Lily," Billy groans, "Please, honey, we're gonna be late."

"We're making our diney-saurs today," Lily pouts back, "And Mr. Harrington said we're gonna need stuff. Junk stuff."

"Yeah, well if Mr. Harrington wants you doing that, maybe he should bring the junk stuff. We really haven't got time to-"

"But I wanna bring mine in to share!" Lily's wail cuts him off, "Last time, when we made fire trucks, Dawn and Joey brought in loads of boxes and they let me use the really big one and I didn't even need to paint it 'cos it was red already and now it's my turn to bring some 'cos Mr. Harrington says it's good to share."

Billy growls under his breath, they're going to be late. So late. And Lily only mentioned this sudden need for cardboard boxes and random bits of garbage over breakfast that morning. But she's his little girl. His daughter. And his heart is already breaking just from looking at her big blue eyes and slightly wobbly lip. She's got him wrapped around her little finger and she knows it. He hates disappointing her. And it's not a huge ask, not really. And maybe they won't be too late, not if Billy gets lucky with the red lights. Even if they are, it's not the end of the world. It's only boxes.

"Five minutes," he sighs, running a hand through his hair, "There's probably something in the kitchen, we used up the cereal, remember? And then you can grab all those little toilet paper rolls that someone was meant to throw out yesterday," he tickles her under the chin as he makes the accusation, both of them grinning. "Go. Scat. Skedaddle. I’ll see what’s in the garage.”

While Lily scurries off in one direction, Billy goes the other, managing to find a whole stash of packaging leftover from Christmas; things that had been too big for the bin and that he'd totally forgotten to take to the dump, feeling pleased about his disorganisation for once, and when he comes back to the hallway, Lily's got a huge trash bag in her arms, absolutely bulging with boxes of different shapes and sizes. Billy eyes the top one suspiciously.

"I don't remember finishing those Pop Tarts," he says, eyebrow raising, breaking into a grin at Lily's sheepish expression as she brushes the telltale crumbs from her chin.

***

They’re not late, not really. Every single traffic light turns green exactly as Billy reaches it, and they reach Lily’s school in time to see Mr Harrington's still standing by the door. Lily immediately lets go of Billy's hand to run up and hug him and Billy would perhaps feel a little put out if not for the fact that he wishes he could do the same. Because Mr. Harrington is pure sunshine. He's always smiling, always, and it's a real smile too, one of those ones that makes his eyes crinkle. Today he's wearing bright yellow overalls over a plain T-Shirt, something that would probably look hideous on anyone else, but on him it looks absolutely perfect.

He must notice Billy looking, because he offers up a wave, one of those dorky ones, something between a salute and finger guns, and Billy is suddenly very grateful for the overly large box in his hands as he ducks his head to hide his blushes.

*** "Mr. Hargrove? Could I have a quick word?" Billy's heart sinks. He’s already had a shitty day at work, being so busy that he was almost late getting back in time for pick up, and now Mr. Harrington’s walking over, holding Lily’s hand, with an unreadable look on his face. Immediately Billy starts looking Lily over, checking her for any sign of injury or illness, worrying even more when he can't see anything obvious. Maybe she did something. Maybe she hurt someone. Maybe living with Billy has made her turn into him, he knew he'd fuck her up somehow, and this is it,

Mr Harrington must see the panic on Billy's face, as he smiles reassuringly, "Nothing to worry about," he soothes, waving Billy into the classroom and nodding encouragingly when Lily asks if she can stay outside on the swings. "Lily's absolutely fine." Mr. Harrington reiterates, the moment he's got Billy perched on a too small chair in the brightly coloured room, "She's, uh, she's a star, actually. Here look-" Mr Harrington picks something up from a paste covered table, "-this is her dinosaur model."

And Billy knows he's got Daddy goggles on, like, all the time when it comes to Lily, but he's also one hundred percent certain that Lily's model is the best one. The rest look just like what they are, cereal boxes and cardboard tubes held together with glue and tape, most of them sagging under too many layers of paint. Lily's, however, looks incredible. It has a whole back of jagged plates and she's done something clever with its jaws, adding hinges and split pins so they can open and close with the pull of a string.

"Real little engineer," Mr. Harrington says, and there's as much pride in his voice as there is in Billy's heart right now, "She's determined to find a way to make the tail swish too." Billy nods approvingly as he hands back the model, smiling when Mr. Harrington places it back down with utmost care before turning back to Billy, "But, uh, yeah. The model. That's kind of…that's what I wanted to talk to you about, sort of."

And then he's bending down to reach behind one of the cupboards, and Billy has to avert his eyes because, damn, there's a lot of ass packed into those bright yellow overalls, and there's even a stray, "Great work!" smiley face sticker that's made its way onto Mr Harrington's perfectly plump left buttcheek and, yeah, Billy can't argue with that assessment. God definitely put in his absolute best work on the day he crafted Mr. Harrington's ass. Mr Harrington turns back around, a half empty trash bag in his arms, "The problem is that Lily very generously brought in some of your, uh, unwanted boxes to share with her friends. Did you know about that?"

"Yeah," Billy scratches his head in confusion, "Yeah she said something about that this morning. I told her to go grab whatever. Why, was she not supposed to-" "Oh no, no, that was very kind of her. The only issue is…well…the boxes she, uh, grabbed.."

Mr. Harrington’s’s face crinkles again, almost like he’s trying to hold back a laugh, as he unknots the bag, tilting it towards Billy. And Billy thinks he might just die, right there on the spot. He wishes for it, sends a silent prayer that the floor below him will open up, a great big crater appearing on the creepy-crawly rug under his toes, and swallow him up. Because right there, in the bag that Mr. Harrington is holding with his paint speckled hands, are the boxes from Billy's most recent haul of toys. And not the kind of toys that would be at home in the classroom, no GI Joes or Care Bears that would sit so innocently on the wooden shelves. Nope. Billy's toys are definitely not for innocent eyes. The first box he sees makes that absolutely clear, the lettering is discreet, but it's still unmissable, 'Butt Tingler 10 Extra Large Plug', and it only gets worse the more he looks, as he spots the packaging for his 'Extra Girthy Lifelike Lover Dildo' nestling next to a 'Pure Indulgence Glass Prober'.

"Shit!" Billy grabs the bag, twisting the handles tightly in his fist and clutching it to his chest, "Mr. Harrington I swear I didn't know…she…these were in my bedroom, they were under the bed. I told her to get shit- uh, stuff, from the kitchen. I didn't even…she shouldn't… she doesn't- I don't-" And he's panicking, Billy knows, but it's been a long road for him to get custody of Lily and he knows the social worker hates him, hates his 'lifestyle' and he knows he's always just one slip up away from losing his daughter completely and if Mr. Harrington reports this, or even if word just gets out? They'll think he did this on purpose, they already think he's sick and this is…this is as good as proof. Billy's fucked, he's absolutely fucked and he'll lose her and God knows her Mom isn't capable of taking care of her, not properly, she struggles enough with the few weekends she does get, and Billy can't breathe and he can't think and he's dumb, he's so dumb, he should've checked, he should be more careful, he…he can't breathe. "Easy," there's a warm hand on his back, just there, just resting, but it's enough to bring Billy back to the present, "Hey, I didn't mean to scare you. Honestly, I thought it was pretty funny. I haven’t told anyone. I wouldn’t. And don't worry, I got them all squirrelled away before any of the kids could see them." He taps his nose, "Believe me it's nowhere near the worst thing we've had kids bring in. At least your boxes were empty. I've learned to check everything. Everything."

Billy's breath is still coming in short, sharp pants. His head is still swimming. But Mr. Harrington's hand is soothing, rubbing gentle circles up and down his back as he chatters on about some of the worst things his kids have brought in over the years including their parents’ underwear, some rather revealing photos and, apparently, a live possum stuffed into a duffle bag, and eventually Billy is calm enough to laugh weakly at one of his jokes. “There we go,” Mr. Harrington smiles at him again, the big, warm, eye-crinkly one that he has when he greets his students. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Hargrove, I-” “Billy,” Billy says quickly, “I, uh, it’s Billy. You’ve seen my…my collection, may as well be on first name terms.”

Mr. Harrington laughs at that, a perfect chuckle that’s just as bright and sunny as everything else about him, and he holds out his hand. “Steve. I suppose you’re right. I do normally know a little more about a guy before he shows me his, uh-” Steve leans right into Billy space, reaching into the bag and tapping a finger on one of the boxes, “-Delux Booty Buddy.”

Billy cringes, flushing absolutely bright red, but Steve stays in his space, close enough that Billy can smell the honey wheat scent of his shampoo and the spice of his cologne underneath the comforting, nostalgic scent of pencil shavings and wax crayons. He drops the bag back into Billy’s lap, pulling back a little to look Billy right in the eye, “And, uh, I don’t know if you know, but we have a little saying here in Ladybird Class,” Steve grins, something far more wicked than his previous expression, and then his eyes flash with mischief, "Oh yeah, that's it, ‘toys are even more fun when we play with friends.’”

#harringrove #cherry writes #april prompts #this so very nearly happened to me when I restocked my class #a few lil boxes had slipped inside a big one and i didn't realise #and yep we've definitely had a LOT of interesting things appear in kids' school bags for show and tell #and YES i went with lily and billy #i could not resist the rhyme #i like to think he calls her lilliam at times to wind her up

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frank-a-mori-son · 3 years ago

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“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Frank Daniel Morrison Reason or meaning of name: The name Frank is after his Grandmother, Francesca and Daniel is his Fathers name. Character’s nickname: Killer, Frankie, “Hey asshole!” Reason for nickname: First for obvious reasons, second also, last one is just heard enough for it to be. Birth date: February 14th 1977

Physical appearance

Age: 19 years old How old does he/she appear: he could be confused for someone down to the age of 16. Weight: 65 kg/ 130 pounds Height: 173 cm/ 5′8′’ Body build: Lithe but athletic Shape of face: Heart Shaped Eye color: Brown Glasses or contacts: None, but he’ll need it once older Skin tone: White with neutral undertone Distinguishing marks: 2 visible facial scars, beautymark under right eye Predominant features: Large neck tattoo Hair color: Brown Type of hair: Straight Hairstyle: Currently an undercut Voice: Tenor voice Overall attractiveness: He’s got rouge-ish charms, so pretty attractive Physical disabilities: Hypermobility in his joints, unknown condition. Usual fashion of dress: Pretty casual, borderlining grunge and punk rock Favorite outfit: band tshirt, faux leather jacket and jeans Jewelry or accessories: He’d love piercings but has none, always wears some type of gloves.

Personality

Good personality traits: Resillient, loyal, brave and charismatic Bad personality traits: Bad temper, snarky, self critical Mood character is most often in: Agitated Sense of humor: Dick jokes and slap stick Character’s greatest joy in life: Making decisions for himself Character’s greatest fear: Becoming his parents Why? Due to how they ruined not only their lives, but that of an innocent child too. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? At this point that has already happened, making a grave mistake with unthinkable consequences... Character is most at ease when: With people he trusts/cares about or if completely unnoticed Most ill at ease when: Overwhelmed by attention from strangers, feeling judged by peers. Enraged when: Made fun of, harrassed, hit or when someone he cares about is hurt. Depressed or sad when: Thinking of past mistakes, regrets and worrying about present/future. Priorities: Himself and those closest to him Life philosophy: Enjoy while it lasts, they or you won’t be around forever. If granted one wish, it would be: Freedom for those he cares for. Why? They do not deserve to be trapped in this realm, but he feels he does. Character’s soft spot: Quentin, Susie and dogs. Is this soft spot obvious to others? Quentin is very obvious to most Greatest strength: His will to keep fighting Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His own mental health and trauma Biggest regret: Dragging his Legion down with him Minor regret: Failing at ending himself Biggest accomplishment: Accepting his own sexuality Minor accomplishment: When he made it onto the basket ball team Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: The one time he got himself roofied on accident Why? he was trying to impress some older kids and failed badly. Character’s darkest secret: The fact he killed someone. Does anyone else know? His Legion and Quentin knows

Goals

Drives and motivations: Motivated to keep himself and those he cares for safe in the Entity realm. Immediate goals: Spend as much time with his boyfriend as possible, get many smooches Long term goals: Somehow, find a way out of the Entity realm. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: He has no idea, but he knows he can count on Quen to help How other characters will be affected: Hopefully, it’ll be a positive effect

Past

Hometown: Calgary, Canada Type of childhood: Rough and unstable Pets: None First memory: Being locked in his bedroom, the stench of sweetened smoke coming through the door crack and loud angry shouting from below. Most important childhood memory: His Grandma coming by on Christmas morning with a gift for him Why: because it was the first time he got a gift for xmas, it was sadly also the last time he saw his Grandma. Childhood hero: He really looked up to one specific foster dad, a good man. Dream job: Veterinarian Education: High School Dropout Religion: Christian but not practising Finances: Shaky at best, below poverty line.

Present

Current location: Ormond, Canada Currently living with: Foster dad, Clive Anderson Pets: None unless you count house flies Religion: Agnostic Occupation: Unemployed Finances: None existing.

Family

Mother: Lorraine Beatrice Morrison Relationship with her: Strained, disconnected Father: Daniel Patrick Montgomery Relationship with him: Tense and disconnected Siblings: Step-sister, Step-brother (both Fathers side) Relationship with them: None, he doesn’t know about them. Spouse: Quentin is his boyfriend Relationship with him/her: Good! very good, they’re very much in love. Children: None Relationship with them: Nothing Other important family members: Grandparents (Mothers side) who are still alive and miss their grandson.

Favorites

Color: Red, black and green Least favorite color: Pink and yellow Music: Death metal, Rock, Punk, retro Food: He’ll eat pretty much anything, has a huge sweet tooth Literature: He’s not a fast reader, so he doesn’t read. Form of entertainment: out with friends, listening to music, exploring and sports. Expressions: “Well, fuck” and “heck!” Mode of transportation: Other people’s cars, otherwise, his own two feet. Most prized possession: His faux leather jacket, as it’s bought with money he earned honestly.

Habits

Hobbies: Basket ball, art and climbing Plays a musical instrument? No, but he would’ve loved to learn Plays a sport? Basket ball! How he/she would spend a rainy day: Probably at a friends house or at their usual hangouts. Spending habits: he spends very little money as he rarely has some, but he does shop lift often. Smokes: Yes Drinks: Oh yes Other drugs: Usually just weed, though he has tried a few other things once or twice. What does he/she do too much of? Getting in trouble, drinking and smoking What does he/she do too little of? Eating, sleeping, bathing, just generally taking care of himself. Extremely skilled at: Most physical activities Extremely unskilled at: Reading, writing, maths.... Nervous tics: Foot bouncing, pacing, lip biting Usual body posture: Looks relaxed, but shoulders tensed. Mannerisms: Talks with his hands a lot Peculiarities: He’s a basic bitch in secret, he likes the big ass, sugary, cllorful and extra frappes but he’ll get them in secret like they’re illegal.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist, or realist as he would say. Introvert or extrovert? Ambivert! He can go both ways, depends on situation. Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil! Logical or emotional? A little bit of both, though most often ruled by emotion. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? More like Disorderly neat, he doesn’t have enough stuff to make a mess and though he doesn’t enjoy it, he’s often the one to do dishes and laundry at home. Prefers working or relaxing? He really likes relaxing, but if he’d like working if he got a job he enjoyed Confident or unsure of himself/herself? He’s faux confidence most of the time. Animal lover? Yes. Very, very much so. Especially dogs.

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: he considers himself damaged, unworthy and incabable of love. One word the character would use to describe self: Survivor One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: Out loud he’d call himself “a badass free spirit” What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? His ability to get up even when knocked down. What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? His insecurity What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? He thinks he’s got a pretty nice bod, all things considered. What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? His scarred hand, his big ears and his slight buck teeth. How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a bad boy, rebel, problem child and misfit. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Many things, though he really like to be taller

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: They just want something from him and they’ll leave once they’ve gotten what they wanted. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Often until he trusts them, then he’ll start opening up. Person character most hates: Clive, his parents, Ghostface Best friend(s): Julie, Joey and Susie Love interest(s): Quentin Smith, but Steve is handsome too. Person character goes to for advice: Depending on what it is, Quentin or Susie Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Susie is like a little sister to him Person character feels shy or awkward around: Jeff, it’s all very complicated Person character openly admires: Jeff, again, complicated Person character secretly admires: David. He’ll never say why. Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Nobody. After story starts: His Legion and, the light of his life, Quentin.

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#Extremely detailed character sheet template #Frank Morrison #The Legion #DBD #dead by daylight #DBD hc #The legion hc #Frank hc #personal headcanon #this took FOREVER

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writersmilex · 3 years ago

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Fall Flat!

Slipknot x Reader.

Summary: (Y/n) is overworked from working in the summer heat and nearly faints when going home. (loosely based with a personal experience of fainting)

Requested by : Anonymous ______________________________________

(Y/n) huffs and wipes their sweating forehead. They have been working in the summer heat at a construction all fucking day. That stuff takes a hold on you, swallows you whole. Not to mention that they haven't drank much at all, that's not a clever plan when it's so hot outside.

Nearing the mansion, (Y/n) pants. 'almost there.' they think. 'i'm almost there.' (Y/n) enters the building, closing the door behind them. It feels like their legs can five out at any moment. The sole of their feet are stinging and numb. Damn it. (Y/n) feels sick to their stomach. They keep their hand part of the wall and furniture to keep ground and keep from falling. 'just find someone!' (Y/n) screams in their thoughts, 'find someone before i go down'

(Y/n) follows the voices that they hear further ahead. They huff in exhaustion, the voices growing nearer as they come closer. (Y/n) takes a moment to get their bearings, taking a deep breath. The extra oxygen clears their vision a little bit, along with their head. They huff, stand up straight again and start to get closer to the noise. Still leaning against the wall for support. ~~~~

(Y/n) enters the room. A whole string of greetings from the band that's sitting there. (Y/n) let's out a dramatic sigh, throwing their bag away without care. "fuck, what a day." they complain, running their hands through their sweaty hair.

"how was work?" Corey speaks up. The band watches as (Y/n) joins the group and rests their elbows on the nearby table, rubbing their temples. "tiring." (Y/n) slurs their answer. They rest their head in their hands. Their head is pounding but their is no pain.

"you okay?" Paul questions. "you look paler than you usually do."

(Y/n) groans, "everything is spinning." They mumble. Black splotches are dancing across their vision, slowly the splotches grow in size until their vision goes all dark. (Y/n) is losing their balance and starts to tumble to one side.

Jim, who is closest to (Y/n). Instantly stands up. With his fast reflexes, he catches (Y/n)'s arms before they could fall. Their head resting against his shoulder. "whoa! Whoa." the guitarist panics, looking ever at his band for help.

The whole bands stands up and crowds Jim and (Y/n). "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Joey calls their name, a hint of worry lacing his voice. "what's happening?" (Y/n) says, a drowsy look on their face.. Jim thinks fast. Dragging (Y/n) over to the couches and placing them down with the help of Chris.

"open a window. Get some fresh air." Jim orders Corey, who rushes off to open the nearby window. "get them some water." Chris says, and Craig goes to the kitchen to get some water for (Y/n)

(Y/n) is luckily getting their bearings again. Leaning against Jim who's sitting next to them. They groan and rub their hand through their hair. "ugh, what happened?" They ask the band that's crowding around them. They let go of Jim's shoulder and sitting up straight. Craig returns into the room with a glass of water and hands it too (Y/n), who thanks him.

"I think you fainted." Sid comments, and everyone else seems to agree with the DJ's assumption. "oh." is all what (Y/n) says in response, taking a sip of the cold water.

"what'd you do today to make you faint like that?" Shawn asks, the whole band hold the same expression as the percussionist. All eager for an answer, all worried that (Y/n) is overworking themselves. The band knows all to well that that's incredibly bad for you.

"oh, I did some carpeting in the summer head, and most likely didn't drink enough water." they say nonchalantly. As if it was no big deal.

Slipknot doesn't look to happy with the explanation. Looking at (Y/n) in worry. "You should have drank more water." Mick says sternly, like a father scolding a child. "Argh, don't get so worked up. I know better, it won't happen again." (Y/n) holds their free hand up in defense. The band didn't look very convinced with what (Y/n) said. (Y/n) is very amused with how the band is acting, they all must care a lot about (Y/n). "just watch yourself (Y/n)." Corey says, everyone else hums in agreement. (Y/n) takes a look at the band that's crowding around them, they all look so worried, as if (Y/n) is dying but they're really not though. They don't like that look of concern on their faces. Perhaps they should change the subject? "listen guys." (Y/n) speaks up, gaining the band's attention again. "is was simply being careless okay? I was so busy today i could't really take breaks today. I swear i'm fine alright. Sorry to worry you so much." (Y/n) says to the group before them, and they all seem to ease up a bit. "If you guys don't mind." (Y/n) starts again, "Get me some space please." They shoo the band away with their hand. Slipknot respects (Y/n)'s need for space and they all take a view steps back. Mick, Craig, Joey and Shawn are now glad that (Y/n) is alright again, an the three go back on doing their own business. Jim decided to stay close by, along with Corey. The rest are still in close proximity but have also went back to work. (Y/n) already feels a lot better, finishing the glass of water, they place it back down in the nearby coffee table. "Do you want some more water?" Corey asks, (Y/n) shakes their head. "no thanks, i'm alright again." They respond. The singer nods and leans back to continue his writing. The shock is over now, and everything is back to normal. (Y/n) can't help but feel a bit special that their friends care so much about them. ________________________________________ Not my proudest piece of work. i'm sorry, i hope you liked it. Thanks for reading. - Missalot.

#slipknot #slipknot imagines #slipknot x reader #imagines #x reader #reader insert #requested #i tried

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skys-oc-corner · 3 years ago

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Excerpt from my Bonnie and Clyde AU (as yet untitled)

Summary:

"Her boy's eyes are heavy, she can see, but Bonnie will be damned if Clyde never meets his son as a free man."

A link to @thatdarnyellowsubmarine 's absolutely incredible version from Clyde's perspective

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It's later than she's ever kept Joey awake before, but Clyde said after 9 o'clock, and Ted told her to agree. Her boy's eyes are heavy, she can see, but Bonnie will be damned if Clyde never meets his son as a free man.

"Where we goin', mama?"

"We're goin' to see an old friend of mine is all, baby," she whispers in his ear, stroking his hair, holding him close. Quite frankly, she doesn't remember the ride to the gas station taking this long before. "I think you'll like him a lot."

"He's far away," Joey huffs, and Bonnie can't help but smile at him.

"I know, baby, it shouldn't be long now." She's proven right when the car comes to a stop, and Ted whirls around from the front seat.

"You gotta walk the rest of the way, okay?" She nods and he powers down the car. "You get your five minutes, and that's it, understand?"

"I understand, Ted." Her legs shake, and she clings to her son's hand as they walk the short distance.

And suddenly, there he is.

Clyde Barrow, in all his glory.

Its all she can do not to run to him and throw herself into his arms. From the distance and under the dim light of the station, he looks unchanged, the same man she knew four years ago, although she knows he is not.

"Bonnie!" His voice as he calls to her is sweeter than any song, and the pure joy in it breaks her heart.

"That's your friend, mama?"

"Yeah, baby, that's him." She bends down to Joey's level, placing a hand on his face. "You wanna come say hello?" He nods, and they continue, until Clyde is right in front of them, wearing that smile, the one she sees when she closes her eyes to sleep, the one she dreams about every night.

"You came."

"I came." Bonnie squeezes her boy's hand gently. "Joey, I want you to meet Clyde Barrow. And Mr Barrow," as she speaks, she looks him in the eyes for the first time in four years, "I wanna introduce you to my son, Joseph Clyde Parker."

The tears in her eyes are matched by his own, and the only thing that stops them flowing is the sound of their son's voice.

"Mama, we're both Clyde!"

"Why, yes, I do believe you are. Now why don't you go and say a proper hello to Mr Barrow?"

Clyde kneels down to his boy's height, not a care about the dust on his new suit, not when his son is approaching him.

"Heya, mister." Joey's voice is shaking, and it takes all the energy in Clyde's body not to reach out and hug him.

"Well, heya, kiddo." He looks into those wide, dark eyes, just like his own. "And how old are you?"

"Three," he declares proudly, though Bonnie laughs from behind him.

"You're four now, baby, remember?"

"Uh-huh. I'm four, mister," he corrects, and Clyde chuckles.

"Ain't you grown up!"

"Mama says we're both Clyde."

"Yeah, I think we are," he chuckles again, and both he and Bonnie notice Joey start to visibly relax. "Reckon you suit the name hell of a lot more than I do. Know what else you'd suit better, kid?"

"What?" Clyde says nothing, but he takes the hat from his head and offers it. "Really?"

"Go right ahead." Joey proudly puts it on, and runs to Bonnie, grinning wide.

"Look, Mama!"

"Well, don't you look dashing, baby!" She lets him parade around, her eyes flicking between Clyde and their son, before she finally steps in, knowing that their time is running out. "You oughta give Mr Barrow his hat back now."

"Nah, let him keep it."

"Clyde, you don't have to-"

"I want to, sugar." He comes closer, and slides his hand into hers. "He doesn't know, does he?"

"No."

"Then what's it matter? Its a hat from his ma's friend, nothin' else. It's his."

She calls Joey over, and lifts him up onto her hip. "Hear that, baby? Mr Barrow says you can keep his hat! What do you say?"

"Thank ya, mister," he says, though he ends it with a yawn. Clyde watches their boy's eyes flutter shut, and he can't help but smile.

"You've done good with him, sugar."

"Yeah..."

"Are you happy?" The question comes from nowhere, but he can't help asking.

"I've got Joey. He keeps me goin', and that's all I need."

"What about your copper? Does he make you happy?"

"Now ain't the time for this, Clyde-"

"Do you love him, Bonnie?" She should have expected the question, but it throws her off guard.

"I don't know, Clyde. He's a good man, and he's been there for me, when I didn't have anywhere else to go..."

"That ain't a no." It's not the answer he wanted, god knows, but she won't risk saying anything different, not when she knows that Ted is just around a corner, waiting. And any second, he'll be here, ready to take Clyde away. And the thought destroys her.

"We don't have time for that, not right now."

"We got all the time in the world-"

"No. We don't. Now you listen to me, you have to leave." He scoffs.

"Look, if it's what I said, then I'm sorry, okay-"

"This ain't about what you said!" She can feel the panic and the tears rising; she can hear them in her voice, and so can Clyde.

"What is it, sugar? What's wrong?" She shakes her head, but he presses on. "You can tell me, okay?"

"I'm sorry, baby!" Bonnie whispers it, looking around, searching for something he can't see. "I can't do this! You gotta run, now!"

"I ain't leaving the two of you alone-"

"Don't you worry about us! Just go! They're comin' for you, Clyde! Don't you see-"

"Freeze, Barrow!" He recognises the voice, and she can see the hurt flooding into his face as Ted comes running, gun trained on him. "Hands in the air!"

"So there's your good man, comin' to cart me off back to that hell hole?"

"I'm so sorry, baby, I didn't have no choice!"

"Don't even think about runnin', Barrow, we have you surrounded!"

The noise disturbs Joey, who wakes in his mother's arms to see the dozen coppers surrounding them, and calls out for her.

"Shh, baby, it's okay, I'm here," she reassures the terrified boy.

"Bonnie. Can I at least say goodbye?"

She steps closer, and Clyde leans forward to fix his hat on his son's head. "You take good care of that hat, okay, little man?" Joey nods, and then Clyde looks up into Bonnie's eyes. "And you take good care of your boy, sugar." He leans forward and places a soft kiss on her lips, and she doesn't try to stop him.

"Bonnie, get in the car!" Ted calls as he approaches Clyde, who now stands still, his hands in the air like he was ordered.

"I love you, sugar," he whispers, as his girl retreats. He doesn't fight back as Ted roughly cuffs his hands and forces him into a car. And Bonnie can't bring herself to look back as a deputy starts up their car and drives her back home.

#story; untitled bonnie and clyde au #ch; bonnie parker #ch; clyde barrow #oc; joey parker #ch; ted hinton #writing collabs with cj #my writing

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z-iridest · 4 years ago

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When You Call Him By His First Name- Yu-Gi-Oh! Edition (GN reader for the most part)

Yugi Muto

You met Yugi on your first day of school when you were both freshman

You'd found yourself lost in the big school and ran into Yugi (quite literally)

He showed you around, and after a conversation about Duel Monsters, the two of you hit it off right away

But it wasn't until sophomore year that he asked you out (with a little help from Yami)

At first, he blushed dark red everytime you called him a pet name besides his nickname

But, after a few years of dating, he got accustomed to it (honey may or may not be his favorite for you to call him..... God knows he loves calling you darling.)

That brings us to the present day:

Yugi and you had been living together since senior year, and he always made it a habit to find little ways to express his love for you

Cooking you breakfast, surprising you with a hug from behind, cuddling, or surprise kisses, he did everything he could to spoil you rotten with affection

That was about when you saw the newest challenge on Tik Tok

You bit your lip, uncertain whether or not to do it.... Then you started watching the videos

One of the videos you watched was your best friend calling their s/o by their first name.... and it was hilarious

So, you decided to try it yourself

While the two of you were getting ready to leave for a tournament Kaiba was hosting, you looked for your deck. "Yugi, have you seen my deck?" You asked him, only to get silence. "Yugi?"

When you turned around, he looked confused, his head tilted to one side.

"Did I do something wrong?" Yugi asked you. You shook your head.

"No, why?" You asked, somehow managing to keep your composure despite the fact that you wanted to bust up laughing

"You called me by my first name.... You haven't done that since before we first got together." Yugi pointed out. A giggle slipped out, which made Yugi raise a brow before he realized what was going on. "It's a Tik Tok challenge, isn't it?" He asked before you lost your self control, laughing as you doubled over.

Yugi shook his head, trying not to laugh himself as he walked over to you before scooping you up bridal style without warning

The action he took resulted in a squeak out of you, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck. When you looked at Yugi, you found a smile on his face.

"You're lucky I love you, my darling." He told you with a kiss to your nose, making you giggle

Yami Yugi/Atem

It took Yugi for this 5000 year old Pharaoh to figure out he had it bad for you

The longing looks whenever you'd walk into a room, the more he seemed to sweat with you around, the way his eyes would light up when you cheered him on in a duel, how flustered he got anytime your name was mentioned.

So, not unlike how he forced Yami to switch places when Tèa took him out to help him with his memories, he did the same thing by telling you to meet up with Yami after school

When you got to the meeting spot, you found Yami looking bewildered before he started yelling at the Puzzle, obviously not noticing you and having just been switched out with Yugi

"Hey! Yugi, I'm not... You can't.... This isn't a Duel!" Yami stumbled over his words, the moment you walked in on causing a giggle to slip out of you.

That giggle was when he finally noticed you, going beet red in embarrassment and waving awkwardly. "Hello." His greeting was just as awkward, shortly before you had asked him what he wanted to talk about. He had blushed and looked at his boots

"I just... Wanted to say..." His blush grew even darker, if it was humanly possible, before he looked at you through his lashes. "I really like you, and I want to know if you will allow me to be yours." Of course, you said yes, and the rest is history

Flash forward 3 years

Yami, aka Atem now, had gotten his memory and his name back, but instead of choosing to go to the Afterlife, he stayed with you.

He had told you that while he was happy to have his memories back, he still had many more memories he wanted to make with you

At the present day, the two of you had moved in together, and the gang had told you two time and time again that you guys acted like a married couple.

It made you blush, while Atem seemed to like the idea of calling you his wife (He even picked up the habit of calling you either wifey or his Queen of Hearts 🥰)

Since getting together, the two of you only called each other by pet names, two of the names Atem uses are the two I just mentioned. The others are baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, my love.... Yeah, that boy's a sap for you and he knows it

Meanwhile, you usually call him Baby, Honey, sweetie, darling, hubby, the list could go on forever.

Until the day you saw the newest challenge on Tik Tok.....

You knew it could possibly get you in trouble with Atem, but that was when the video you were just watching got sent to you by Joey, daring you to do it to Atem or owe him 30 bucks.

Guess what you ended up doing?

The two of you were cuddling on the couch together, and unbeknownst to Atem, your phone was recording everything.

His strong arms were wrapped around you, his head burried in the crook of your neck, planting little kisses there every now and then

"Atem." You spoke his name and had to stifle a giggle when he burried himself deeper into your neck. "Atem." You tried again, squeaking when he playfully nipped your neck, hearing a chuckle rumble in his chest. "Atem." You called his name a third time, causing him to look up at you with his head tipped to the side, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face

"Why do you keep calling me that?" He asked you.

"Because that's your name, you dork." You replied, a giggle slipping out before it turned into a squeak as he shifted the two of you so you were laying on his chest.

"Nope, not to you, my Queen. Now, what's my name?" He asked. You folded your arms on his chest, laying your chin on top so you could see him.

"Baby. I love you." You answered, making him smile.

"Much better. I love you too, my love." He answered before kissing your nose and making you giggle. "By the way, tell Joey he owes you 30 bucks." His comment made you laugh as you stopped recording and you could feel him shaking in laughter with you.

By Ra, did he love making you laugh, he lived for the little moments like this with you

If only you knew about the ring in his pocket, and his plan to make sure that the little moments would keep happening everyday....

Joey Wheeler

Now, for everyone's favorite Brooklyn Boy

Meeting him was.... Definitely a day to remember

He kept flirting with you (and failing miserably at dealing pickup lines), but it made you laugh

Not unlike Yugi and his s/o, the two of you connected with Duel Monsters (he may or may not have bragged that he taught Yugi everything he knew)

After a while of hanging out together, you found that Joey was actually charming and funny when he was being himself..... As well as cute when he was being protective of you if and when other guys made you uncomfortable

After a few months of knowing you, Joey asked you out

Over the next 3 years, you had no idea that he could get more protective than he already was with you, but you were wrong.

Next to Serenitity, you're the most important person in his life. If anyone thinks they could get away with messing with you, they'd have Joey in their face with the deadliest glare on his face and looking about ready to throw hands (You've had to drag him away from Kaiba a couple times)

As far as PDA went, he went with what you were comfortable with. If you were up for any PDA at all, he'd wrap an arm around your waist or hold your hand in his (he'd totally give you tiny kisses on your cheek, forehead or temple if you were okay with it). But, he would totally ask for permission though before showing any PDA

At home though.... Very different story. Kinda like a dog, he's really good at judging moods, especially when it comes to you. You're an open book for him. Down in the dumps and just got home? Joey practically launches himself at you to pull you into a big bear hug (can and will pepper your face in kisses until he gets a smile or giggle out of you)

Nicknames, though?

The second the two of you got together, Joey straight up started calling you "Babe", throwing the first name basis out the window. He has a different nickname for every mood too.... When you're calm or happy, the nickname is "Babe", when you're sad, it's " my Angel", When you're mad, he calls you "Firecraker", when you're excited, you're always, always "My baby", and so on

Your nicknames for him were always, Honey, baby, babe, darling, sweetie, etc.

About 3 years of dating, and 2 of living together, Tristan sent you a Tik Tok video, daring you to do the challenge in it. That challenge? Yeah, you're well aware of it by now....

You had no idea how Joey was going to react.... It made you a little nervous, to be honest

But, Tristan had insisted you pull it off, calling you a chicken

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Joey, who was taking a while to grab the snacks. That was when you decided to just rip off the bandaid... So, to speak

"Joey, come cuddle me already!" You called him. You watched as he poked his head into the room, looking a bit confused.

"What'd ya call me, sweetheart?" He asked you.

"I called you by your name." You answered back matter-of-factly

"Nu-uh, you call me baby or any other pet name you got for me, but Joey is off limits. You're more special to me than dat, ya troublemakin' angel." Joey told you, making you giggle when he fluffed his collar just to make his point.

Hearing you giggle made him grin like a Cheshire cat and within seconds, he was curled up with you on his lap, the blanket draped over the two of you and his arms around you. Those big brown eyes stared lovingly down at you as the two of you cuddled together, his fingers running through your hair.

No doubt, this boy loved you to pieces. Nobody could call it just puppy love at this point...

Seto Kaiba

Speaking of aloof and emotionally unavailable at first, that was what Seto Kaiba was to you when the two of you first met

But, the more time you spent around him, the more you realized the cold nature was a facade he kept up... A protective barrier

After 2 years of knowing him, there came one night that both scared you half to death and changed everything for the two of you.

You were heading home one night when you noticed you were being followed

You took the long way home, trying to loose them and ignoring them Cat calling you, but they wouldn't give up and it was starting to scare you

Eventually, the boys ended up cornering you, and just when you thought they'd get away with doing what they wanted.....

"Get away from them unless you want me to make your lives miserable." When they had stepped back from you, you caught sight of Seto before he walked up to you and wrapped a protective arm around you, the glare on his face ice cold as he glared at your stalkers with a silent but deadly final warning

"Kaiba..." You had started to thank him, but he stopped you.

"Call me Seto, and you don't need to thank me. Let's just get you home before those freaks decide to show their ugly faces again." He told you

Not too long after that incident, Seto asked you out (was totally talked into it and teased by Mokuba)

Fast forward 3 years

You help Seto run KaibaCorp (partly because you hate it when he stays up all night getting work done and partly because he's more cranky when you're not around him), and the two of you live together in the Kaiba Mansion with Mokuba

It took him a year before he started calling you anything beside your name, first calling you "Honey" (totally by accident when he was half asleep). After that came darling, doll, baby, love, sweetheart (he's a sucker for the classic pet names)

While the two of you were still getting to know each other, you had called him Blue Eyes as a joke, and it ended up sticking. It just carried over into the dating stage, changing to "Baby Blue". Other pet names you call him include, Love, Baby, Babe, Honey, Sweetie, Darling (Grumpy Pants to joke around with him when he's being cranky)

But, then Mokuba and you saw a Tik Tok challenge that Mokuba begged you to try (may or may not have given you a puppy dog pout)

Around the time the three of you usually took lunch, you peeked in his office to see him working. You softly sighed.

"Seto, come on, take a break. It's time for lunch." The glare he gave you sent shivers down your spine and made you want to laugh at the same time. He looked extremely done

"What'd you just call me?" He asked.

"Your first name, what did it sound like?" You asked him sassily back. He stood up and walked over to you, reminding you just how much taller he was than you. He leaned one arm against the wall, pulling a kabedon as he leaned close to your face

"You know what you call me, baby." He purred out, his voice low in tone and a smirk crossing his lips when he saw how flustered you were getting

You managed to stutter out a "Baby", making his smirk grow wider before his lips brushed against your own

That cocky Blue Eyed Bastard knew exactly how to make your heart race, and he takes great pride in doing it

Tristan Taylor

For Tristan, meeting you was love at first sight.... Or rather, at first fall....

Tristan was so nervous about introducing himself to you, the boy literally tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his face right in front of you

You had asked him if he was okay, and this cheesy flirt came out of his mouth: "Yeah, I'm okay, just fallen for you, that's all."

Cheesy pickup line? Yes, but Tristan's happy to say that it worked.

Fast forward 3 years....

Ever since the day he asked you out, the two of you stopped calling each other by your first names

For him, the nicknames you used were actually pretty limited: Handsome, Babe, and Darling were the only ones he'd respond to

For you, though, he has tons of nicknames (Goregous, Baby, sweetheart, to name a few)

So, when Joey showed you the newest Tik Tok challenge and begged you to do it, you got a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach

It actually took 2 days for Joey to finally convince you to do it (He bugged you until you agreed to)

You bit your lip the next day, not knowing how Tristan was going to react

It was early, your hair was a mess, and you were in one of Tristan's shirts and a pair of your sweatpants when you decided to get it over with

You rubbed your eyes from the sleep as you walked to the kitchen, able to hear Tristan cooking

Like every morning, you hugged him from behind, burrying your face in his back.

"Good morning, beautiful." He greeted you, turning to hug you. You smiled as he hugged you, hugging him back. While hugging you, he lifted you a bit off the ground, making you giggle.

"Good morning, Tristan." You smiled up at him, only for it to drop when Tristan looked worried. "What's wrong?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked. You shook your head

"No, of course not." You answered him

"Then why'd you call me by my first name?" He asked

"Because it's your name and I like it." You answered, smiling this time

"But, my name isn't Tristan to you. It's baby." He replied in the most adorable way possible, making you hug him again as you giggled

The embrace made him smile as he returned it

He loved the little moments with you

Duke Devlin

That brings us to the ladies' man of Yu-Gi-Oh!...... Duke Devlin

At first, you didn't like his attitude and made every attempt to show him you weren't interested in a playboy

But, unfortunately for you, that made him only try harder to pursue you.... Until Joey and Tristan got it through his head that his usual flirting wasn't going to work.

Months after that day, you got to the Duke Devlin he'd been trying to hide and you liked what you saw.

After a full year of being just friends, Duke asked you out

Fast forward 3 years:

Duke loves you to death, and after becoming your boyfriend, he never flirted with anyone else but you ever again

His favorite pet names for you include, Player 2, Baby, Babe, Hot Stuff, Doll, the list could go on forever

You've always called him your Player 1, Baby or Darling

But, then Tristan dared you to call him by his first name to see his reaction

You automatically knew it wouldn't end well, as he would think he did something wrong

Hence your hesitation

But, you decided to get it over with when the two of you were cuddling. His face was buried in your neck as he held you in his arms

"Duke." You said his name, giggling when he only responded by burying himself deeper into your neck. "Duke." You tried again

"That's not my name, Prince/Princess." Duke told you, refusing to cooperate and making you laugh

"Then what is it?" You asked, only to squeak when he made you lay back on the couch with him on top of you

"You know what it is." He purred with a smirk, leaning close to your face with his lips inches from yours

"Baby, you drive me crazy sometimes, you know that?" You asked him before he finally kissed you and shifted so you were on his lap again

"Yep, I know. You do the same thing to me."

Ryou Bakura

Did somebody say Cream Puff? That's right, it's Ryou's turn! ^.^

The two of you were both pretty shy when you met him, and the two of you clicked right away

Believe it or not, it took him 2 years to ask you out (Yeah, Yami Bakura forced him to, getting tired of hearing Ryou pine for you in his thoughts the whole time)

It took 5 years for the two of you to move in together, and by that point, both of you had abandoned calling each other by your first names

His personal favorite to call you is "My Love", "Dear" or "My Angel" while he adores being called "Darling", "Dear" and "Honey"

But, you saw a video challenge on Tik Tok that featured women calling their lovers by their first name instead of a pet name, you decided to try it....

If only you knew the reaction it would spawn....

You had just gotten home and couldn't find him anywhere when you decided to call him by his first name.

"Ryou? Where are you?" You asked. Ryou came running, looking scared.

"What's wrong? Is everything all right, you don't normally call me by my first name." He looked so terrified as he checked you for injuries, you felt so bad and hugged him, automatically feeling his arms wrap around you back.

"No, no, everything's fine, dear. I was just wondering where you were since you weren't there to greet me like normal." You told him

You eventually did tell him about the video challenge, just.... Later... After both of you had calmed down some

The two of you shared a good laugh over it

Marik Ishtar

While it took 5 years for Ryou to get used to being affectionate, Marik adjust a bit more quickly....

It took 3 years of being friends for Marik to know how he felt, and since he'd had no romance experience before you, it took him 2 more to go on pet name basis with you rather than first names

His favorite to call you is "Sugar" followed closely by "Baby" and "Princess/Prince". Your favorite to call him is "Darling", "Prince Charming" (that nickname gets him blushing everytime), and "Baby"

About 2 years after that, the two of you moved in together (Our adorable Egyptian boy didn't want to spend one more day with you away from him 🥺❤)

Which brings us to the present day...

You were trying on a special outfit for a date night with Marik when your best friend texted you, daring to do the challenge in the video she sent. You watched it, an eyebrow going up when you realized the video was girls calling their boyfriends/husbands by their first name instead

"You look beautiful/handsome in that outfit." You heard Marik before you turned to see him, an adoring smile on his face as he stood in the doorway

Deciding to do the dare (you'd never hear the end of it if you didn't), you looked down at yourself

"You don't think it looks bad on me, Marik?" You asked in the shy tone you had always used when addressing him for the first time

Marik tipped his head to one side, looking a bit confused. "Anything you wear looks perfect on you, baby, but why'd you call me that?"

"What, Marik? It's your name." You answered, looking up at you and trying to keep a smile from off your face

"Not to you for the past 4 years, it hasn't." Marik answered, both his brows up at this point. That's when a sly smirk crossed his face, a smirk you hadn't seen in years

You took a step back, but it was the wrong move as Marik pounced, bringing you into a hug and littering your face in kisses, making you laugh. "Now, what's. My. Name?" He asked in between kisses to everywhere on your face but your lips.

"Darling." You pouted, finally getting a long sweet kiss to your lips from Marik

He gave you a cute smile when the two of you finally separated

"Now, let's get going, my darling Prince/Princess."

If only you'd known he'd be asking you to be his King/Queen that night....

Yami Bakura

That brings us to the bad boys..... First up Yami Bakura

The second you met him, you started calling him by the nickname "Fluffy"....

Oh Gods of Egypt, he detested that nickname

But, Ryou wouldn't let him do anything about it, so he was stuck to listen as you referred to him as Fluffy the entire time

However.... The more you called him it, the more he didn't seem to mind much

In fact, 2 years after meeting him for the first time, he asked you out

But, don't think he doesn't have a nickname for you that he started using....

Dating you brought out a mushy side to him, much to his own disgust for the first few months, but he ended up loving when it made you blush, so the nickname he gave you stuck: his Lotus.

It went on like that for a while, the two of you bantered like an old married couple (5,000 years in that Millennium Ring is more than enough to make someone cranky as hell, let's be brutally honest here)

3 years later, the two of you were living together, and Yami Marik (Melvin) dared you to call Bakura by his name instead of the Fluffy nickname you had always used

Well, you had no idea how that was going to blow over with him, but you just shrugged and thought 'What the hell?'

You found Bakura in the kitchen and hugged him from behind. "Whatcha doin', Bakura?" You asked him before feeling him tense up in your arms. When you looked up at him, he looked in shock. "What?"

"You've never called me by my first name." He told you, looking down at you and shooting you a glare. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain dare now, would it?"

You blinked. "How do you do that?" You asked. He shrugged with a little smirk before suddenly picking you up, making you squeak in shock as he put you on the counter, standing between your legs.

"Only you get to call me Fluffy, my Lotus. Looks like I need to remind you of that." He purred deep in his throat with a smirk

Let's just say your voice was pretty hoarse the next morning..... 😳

Yami Marik (Melvin)

And that now brings us to our evil Egyptian boy, Yami Marik (aka Melvin)

The first time he met you, you called him "Psycho", while he called you "Doll"

The nicknames stuck, and when you two started dating after 2 years, nothing really changed.... He just called you "Baby" every now and then while you called him "My Handsome Little Psycho" or "Babe"

After a year or so of living together, you got a text from Yami Bakura daring you to call Melvin by his first name

You had no idea how he would react, honestly you didn't want to find out

But, with some convincing (and may or may not have threatened a one way trip to the Shadow Realm for you), he convinced you to do it

While the two of you were relaxing together, you looked up at Melvin.

"You know I love you, right, Melvin?" You asked him.

His eyes automatically went down to you, an eyebrow raised. "Why'd you call me that?" He asked.

"Because it's your name." You answered before you yelped as he pinned you down

"No, no, no, doll, say my name..." He told you before kissing your neck, making you bite back a moan. "My real name."

"Baby..." You moaned out before Melvin smashed his lips into yours and smirked.

"Good girl."

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The Cowboy - Part 10

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here.

Warnings: Jung Jaehyun is a cowboy, need I say more? (a bit of angst and drama, and it sometimes might feel like you’re reading a Nicolas Sparks book, so I’m told lol) -- swearing, and I’ve never been to a rodeo in real life so I probably didn’t make a fully realistic scene, so don’t hate me, it’s fiction lol

Word count: 2281

This series will be updated every Thursday and Friday.

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It truly was another world. The country music was playing live from the stage nearby and the endless row of stalls selling assortments from horse gear to food overstimulated you. You had lost Avery in the crowd, the tall man crossing paths with a group of women from high school.

Jaehyun smirked. “He’s always been the popular one.”

“And you the troublemaker?” you offered and Jaehyun laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re the troublemaker. How do you propose I deal with worrying about you when I’m warming up Trickster soon? Maybe you should come with me.”

“I’ll be fine exploring whilst you do that. I’ve seen you ride so much now, I’m convinced your butt is a perfect shape to mold to any saddle seat.”

“Well, you should know, having seen my butt how many times now?”

“Jaehyun!” you gasped, slapping his upper arm and looking around yourselves. You relaxed, realising you saw no familiar faces nearby.

He seemed to read your mind. “Avery knows about us. He’s helping me out by keeping his mother clueless.”

“Would anyone else come from Blayne today?” you asked, and Jaehyun shook his head.

“Not really. It’s more so people from the town over that will. And whilst you’re a household name in Blayne, you’re not on familiar terms yet with others. Which means…”

“Which means?” you repeated, grinning when Jaehyun reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers. You looked down at the gesture. “I felt that tremble, Jaehyun.”

“What tremble?” he feigned innocence for only a moment. “Maybe I have some butterflies about today. I want this to go well.”

“It will. I know it will.”

“Because I have your support?” he teased, and you shook your head, trying not to roll your eyes.

“Because it’s a passion of yours. I can tell you want this opportunity.”

“It would be real nice. Joey told me if I qualify, he can help me with the training. I’ll need to find extra time to do it, maybe travel to his barn a few times a week for evening training but it’s doable.”

“You’re so cute, you know that?” you said, recycling one of Jaehyun’s lines. He picked up on it and laughed. “I like seeing you this hopeful.”

“I’m hopeful about us too.”

“You are?”

“If I win today, my Dad will be pretty chuffed. Maybe we could tell him about us.”

“No more acting like teenagers over this. We’re grown adults, Jaehyun. Regardless of if you win or not, let’s tell him. I’m planning on meeting with him on Thursday for my business proposition, so if that goes well, I doubt he’ll have any concerns about us.”

“This is my Dad we’re talking about. There’s a whole lot about him, about us, that you don’t know.”

“Are you hiding someone in the attic?!” you asked, gasping dramatically. Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “You’ve got an entirely different life kept behind closed doors? How about being the culprit to-”

“Here you two are,” Avery interrupted, eyeing your linked hands with high interest. “Is this why you wanted to come today, Y/N? Away from the prying Blayne eyes, you can finally go on a date with your beau?”

“A date?” you pondered before looking up at Jaehyun. He grinned. “We’ve been on a few of those already in Blayne.”

“And no one knows that you two are together? Woah, I’m impressed with how well you’ve covered them up.”

“Not for long,” Jaehyun announced and you smiled happily, nodding in agreement. “But I am mighty glad you’re back, Avery. Can you keep an eye on this one? I’m sure if left to her own devices, some of the sellers in the market here will have her pulling out money she doesn’t need to spend.”

“You’re insulting my judgment so easily!” you called after Jaehyun’s departing back.

Avery grinned. “Well, you chose him over me. I’ve been doubtful of your taste this whole time.”

“Avery McConnell?”

Spinning to see another woman approach you both, you grinned. “He’s all yours. I’m going to go watch from the stadium.”

An hour had passed by, and you were struggling with the concept of being at a rodeo. On one hand, it was thrilling to watch but also reckless. You knew there was a danger behind the sport, as there was with most sports. But you didn’t realise how easy it was to fall off at this calibre of competition.

You gasped as a young girl, no older than fifteen hit into a barrel and her horse was deep in the turn, losing its footing and the pair fell, the horse landing on top of her. With bated breath, you watched as she managed to get back to her feet, albeit with an evident hobble.

“Your first time?” an older woman asked knowingly, and you nodded. “Not from around here?”

“Originally from the city,” you admitted sheepishly, and the woman laughed.

“Called that by a mile.”

“Do I stand out that much?”

“You’re no country pumpkin like me, that’s for sure.”

“Ah.” You looked her over and smiled. “I think you’re lovely.”

“I wasn’t meaning how we look, love. You’re here to support your boyfriend, aren’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“And he’ll come out here soon, and you’ll be the type to cheer. Don’t. It’s really tacky and could throw him off. Do you even know what barrel racing is about?”

“Some. There’s three barrels, and you have to make it through the sequence with the fastest time and without touching them.”

“It’s a dangerous sport. The horses are trained athletes. It might be all over in fifteen to seventeen seconds, but during that time, it’s a race against their life. They need to move without any issue, carry the weight of their rider perfectly, and dig deep to get around and then gallop off again. And the riders are just as focused. It’s more than just a sequence. Everything counts.”

“Wow, and he had a chance to go pro for this?”

She laughed loudly then. “All cowboys will tell you that, sweetie. Who are you rooting for?”

“Jung Jaehyun,” you mentioned and her amused expression dropped, scooting closer to you. Leaning back from her sudden invasion of your space, you laughed weakly. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, he’s good. He’s back on the circuit? He took time off ever since the fire. I didn’t think he’d be back to this level.”

“What fire?”

“Blayne’s fire,” she replied, her eyes now peeled to the catalogue, checking out Jaehyun’s details. She gasped. “Joey Newman’s horse?! He didn’t come to mess around today.”

You smiled politely at the woman, slipping into your thoughts. You knew this was a big thing for Jaehyun, but was he that big of a deal in this world? The new information explained the nerves, but he had downplayed this to you all day long. The barrel racing was one of the last sports on the schedule for this rodeo, and for hours beforehand, Jaehyun had assured you it was like a training event. Yet, this woman now had you believing otherwise.

“Can I ask something?” you enquired, coming out of your reverie and the blonde woman nodded. “What happens if he makes the top five today?”

“He’ll be scouted. Perhaps he already is getting calls. He held the fastest time for five years straight in this region. Everyone wanted a piece of him before his father pulled him out.”

“Pulled him out?” you breathed, blinking rapidly. “Why did he-?”

“How about you ask your cowboy that you’re having a fling with all about it, once he’s done racing the clock, if you have further questions.”

“It’s not a fling,” you corrected and she smiled sadly at you.

“Darl, I was dating Billy Burke. You might not know that name but everyone around here did. He went pro, won the Nationals and become a million dollars richer.”

“A million dollars?!”

She shrugged. “I was pregnant with his baby at the time he got offered to go pro. We were supposed to get married. But, you know, it was his dream to go pro. When given the choice between love and the race, he chose the latter. So what if he has money? He has all that fame now too. All I have is his kid who hasn’t met his Daddy once. Let me warn you, cowboys might charm you with their country hospitality but they all have bigger goals than the farms they run back home. Once Jaehyun is given the chance, he’ll forget that Blayne even exists.”

“I doubt that,” you defended. “I’m sorry to hear of your circumstances, and even if Jaehyun and I end, I can confirm Blayne means more to him than-”

“You really don’t know what he did to Blayne, do you?” Pity for you emerged in her eyes. “What do you know aside from his body then?”

Getting up, you stormed out from the bleachers you had been sitting upon, feeling foolish for being so worked up by a stranger. Before you could leave, however, Avery leapt up towards you and clapped his hands together. “He’s next up. Where are you going?”

“Oh, I uh, need fresh air.”

“Worried about him falling off? Don’t be. He’s the best here today, you’re about to see it. No one else can go from being a farmhand to a decent barrel racer without practising than Jaehyun. Come on, you can get air after his run.”

Nodding numbly, you allowed Avery to push you along, taking a seat again. Avery greeted a few of the people around you, and you watched the horse and rider before you now, finishing their run with ease. You looked to the sidelines, wondering where Jaehyun was.

“I thought you said he was next.”

“He is. He’ll be making his way in any second now.”

The grating voice of the commentator muted as soon as you saw the spotted horse come racing into the arena, your eyes peeled on the pair heading towards their first barrel. Clasping your hands together, you watched on intensely, praying Jaehyun and Trickster would make it around safely.

The woman had been right. It was a sport that relied on precision and speed. You had always considered a minute to be such a short period of time, but as the seconds went by, you found yourself changed. Every second counted now.

Jaehyun and Trickster rounded the final barrel and galloped to the exit, Avery’s screams and sudden shaking your arm jostled you out of the blur that had been your vision towards the end.

Fifteen seconds was all it took to give you clarity on your feelings.

“He made it! That lucky son of a bitch!” Avery rejoiced, and you stood up jarringly, walking down the aisle to the exit. Avery was still full of energy at your side. “He’ll be cooling Trickster down, Y/N. Come this way to the holding pen.”

You followed along in a slight daze, your heart thumping with the thoughts within your head. You disregarded all the information, the warnings that stranger had given you. When you saw Jaehyun walking the heavily breathing animal around and patting his neck, you almost broke into a run to reach the side of the pen faster.

Noticing your arrival, Jaehyun grinned and walked the horse over. “Well, what did you think?”

“I think I’m in love you,” you announced sincerely.

“After seeing only one run?!” Avery joked, but Jaehyun’s expression grew serious, not shifting away from yours even as he continued to walk the horse around.

Distractedly, Jaehyun called out for the groom of Joey’s ranch and dismounted, walking over to you and ducking under the metal bar that separated you from him. “You mean what you say?”

You nodded, choking on the sudden emotions that had come with your confession.

“You can’t take it back after I give you this chance, Y/N. You mean it?”

“I love you,” you repeated, and that was all it took for Jaehyun to crash his lips upon yours.

There was no thought to the professionals around you, nor Avery who had stepped aside to give you albeit a tiny amount of privacy. You didn’t care at all who watched you lock lips with Jaehyun right now.

Because it felt right.

You hadn’t expected to arrive in Blayne and find yourself looking in different directions for your life. It had always been well-planned out. You would build your career and work hard during these years, so when you had achieved all you set out for you could relax into love and create a family.

The country didn’t work like that. The values were so different from what you had experienced in your fast-paced life. And now that you had been given the opportunity to slow down a little, to take in the world outside of an office and not be attached to a screen day in and out, you were finding your desires were changing too.

You liked the idea of waking up in someone’s arms and falling asleep whispering sweet nothings to one another. During those fifteen seconds, you imagined your life without Jaehyun in it, and it made you want to do absolutely everything in your power to remain at his side.

You meant the love confession. You had never spoken of love to another person before. It was liberating, fulfilling. As Jaehyun burned his lips into yours, you knew he felt the same.

It hadn’t been long between you. But this summer romance was shaping your world more than you believed it had for his parents all those years ago.

You couldn’t imagine going back to the city now.

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You know what I wanna see with the Yu-Gi-Oh! Boys? Having to deal with their s/o putting themselves in danger! The boys throw themselves into the ocean, nearly get crushed to death, almost fall off a building, escape being burned alive or having their legs cut off. It's time for them to have the tables turned!

My my how the turn tables-

Warning ⚠️ this one contains abuse on Marik Ishtars part. If you are uncomfortable with it please skip it.

Yugi Muto:

You knew how cruel Domino high can be, with the constant bullying and corrupt teachers no day was ever easy. Especially for your boyfriend Yugi.

You didn’t know what it was, but a lot of people that it was okay for them to hurt him, and he would take cause he is too nice to say anything.

Well one day you had enough, and as this gang of bullies went to throw a punch at him you stepped in and took the blows for him.

When the dust settled and they were gone you were left bloodied and bruised on the floor. Yugi was quickly at your side call his friends to help take you to the nurse.

The poor guy was sobbing and trying his best to help you when his friends finally arrived. He has never been so heartbroken in his life and hated himself for not being able to help you.

Yugi doesn’t remember what happened after that, but he heard the next day that bullies were nowhere to be seen.

Yami/Atem:

A battle against PaniK was no easy feat considering he was to wipe people out the competition.

So watching you duel against his was hard for Yami, and it got even worse when the fire was spewing beside you.

He wanted nothing more to step in and take over the duel for you but he couldn’t. It got worse when with every second the flames licked at your legs the more burns you got.

By the time the duel was over you were covered in burn marks and no star chips. Yami called out your name as he rushed to you his friends not to far behind him.

He clutched your form as hot angry tear ls ran down his face. “I will not stand for this PaniK!” He glared up at the taller man.

“We will duel and you will give back Mai’s and (y/n) star chips!”

The battle didn’t last long as Yami wiped the floor with and took the star chips back, but to make sure PaniK would never do something like this again he sent him to the shadow realm.

He then went back to your still resting form and kissed your forehead gently pained that he let something like this ever happen to you.”

Joey Wheeler:

His fight with Marik was more devastating then he cared to admit. When he thought he had the upper had it was taken from him.

You watched from the sidelines and felt your heart wrench with every hit he took, and it got worse when Marik summoned Ra.

When Marik called his final attack you could take it anymore. So in an act of desperation you climbed up the stage and blocked the attack with your own body.

Joey and the group watch in horror as you took the blow from and Egyptian god. You clamped your jaw down hard and stood firm till the attack was over.

As you fell Joey caught and called out to you. Tears fell from his face as he tried to wake you up. It was announced that Joey was disqualified due to your interference, but he didn’t care he didn’t have the time.

He quickly picked you up and took you to the doctor. He kept trying wake up on the way there is voice frantic and pleading.

When the doctor came to the conclusion that it was a coma is when he sobbed hard. How could he let something like this happen to you? He should have stopped you!

He stayed with you all night and for most of Yugi’s duel, and when you finally woke up was he hugged you tightly “Don’t you EVER do that again!”

Tristan Taylor:

With as many fights as he has been in due gangs you would think that you would be use to seeing him hurt.

But you never were with hit took the more you worried about him and his health. So you tried to talk him out of it.

He promised you that he would stop fighting, but that was easier said then done. Especially since the gangs wouldn’t leave him alone.

You watched as he was caught in the middle of another fight, and you weren’t a fighter yourself so the best you could was yell at them to stop.

But that wasn’t enough. So as Tristan was nearly wobbling ready to take another hit you stepped in and acted as his shield.

The punch to your stomachs hurt but you stood firm. You weren’t gonna let the man you love be hurt anymore.

Luckily for you, you shocked the attacker and that was the opening Tristan needed to knock the mans lights out.

As the two of you hobbled home Tristan slung an arm around “it was brave of you...but please don’t do that again...”

Duke Devlin:

The fight with Nezbitt was anything but easy. He played to their weaknesses, and attacked the weaker link.

With that being said that left Duke to fend for himself and the other two, and that made you worried and upset for your boyfriend and friends.

You got so worried that you offered to take Tristans place after he fell, because they were desperate for more bodies Nezbitt accepted.

You blocked and helped your boyfriend and serenity to the best of your abilities, cause you to lose more life points.

Duke tried to yell at you stop, that he was willing to take the blow for the two of you but you weren’t having any of it.

So when Nezbitt aimed a huge attack at duke you knew what you had to do to keep him safe. You use you monster to block the attack knocking out your LP

All you remember is waking in an electronic cats body. You followed Tristan and found your friends and boyfriend.

After the events Duke held your face in his hands and kisses you roughly “please I can’t lose you... don’t do that again.”

Seto Kaiba:

You didn’t know if you believed Noah’s story, but you didn’t like how he was using Mokuba against Seto.

The battle between Seto and Noah was getting scary and you didn’t like the look of it. You were there with Yugi’s group of friends as they commentated on what was going on but you could hear it.

When Mokuba finally came to his sense you were so happy that you were in tears, but that was short lived as Noah Aimee his sights at the brothers

Fearing what was gonna happen, you ran past them and held your arms out taking the blow that was meant for them.

Seto and Mokuba watched in horror as you were turned to stone as Noah laughed in the background. “To think someone actually wanted to protect you Seto.”

That was the last straw for the young CEO. He sent Mokuba with Yugi and his friends as he glared at the deck master in front of him.

“Your games end her Noah.”

When you woke up Mokuba ran up to crying your name as he hugged you, and before you could ask Seto pulled you both into a protective hug. “Don’t do something so stupid again”

Bakura Ryou:

Bakura was never much of a fighter, and he never claimed to be. So when this tall guy tells the poor boy he wants to fight for stealing his girlfriend he is a bit shaken up.

He was gonna simply ignore it and move on with his day till he got a not in his locker stating that they had you.

He couldn’t allow anything to happen to you, so he went to the set location that the boy wanted to meet at.

Seeing you with someone else hold your hands behind you back made him furious. Glaring at the boy he tried to resolve the misunderstanding but it was in vain.

Though Bakura was agile and quick the boy still landed hits on him, and terrible hit they were.

You watch from afar as Bakura and the guy faught you wanted to stop it but didn’t know how. So you watched in tears.

When Bakura took a nasty hit and was on the ground was when you were able to break free from you captors and block anymore hits from landing on Bakura.

You took a few hits of your own but eventually the bully got board and left yelling at Bakura to leave his girl alone. All the two of you could do was hold each other till everything was okay again.

Yami Bakura:

Everyone knew this man cared for nothing but himself and his plan. So when they learned he an s/o they were all surprised.

They way everyone found out was not the normal way either. One of his duels got really physical when joey learned he would be sent to the shadow realm if he lost.

Yami Bakura isn’t use to fighting so when took blows from Joey they were hard blows. You tried to call to Joey to stop, but your voice didn’t reach.

So as a last resort you ran in between them and block Bakura from the punch. Unfortunately for you he hit you hard enough to send you to the ground.

At the sight of your fallen form Yami Bakura grew angry and hostile. The shadow grow angry as Yami Bakura came up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“You will pay for the crime you committed against (y/n)”

You don’t know how the battle ended but you woke up in the arms of Yami Bakura carrying back home.

“You will never pull a stunt like that ever again.” Was all he grumbled as he held to close all the way home.

Marik Ishtar:

Living with his father was never easy, especially when he got angry when Marik didn’t want to do as he was told.

Marik suffered many beating from his father, and you witnessed every one of them, and you hated it.

So one day Mariks father was yelling at him, and you noticed his hand raise to strike a blow at Marik you stepped in and took the hot for him.

Marik gasped at the sight of your form on the floor, your face red from the blow. However, your act of your courage gained you a beating of your own.

After you were take back to your room to recover from it. A litt but after Marik sneaked in to see you.

When he saw the state you were in he immediately began sobbing .

“Why would you do that! You know how harsh father can be!”

You didn’t say anything as you smiled at him. Marik didn’t like that response but stayed at your side till you were better once again.

Yami Marik:

The battle between Yami Marik and the Pharaoh was coming to a close, and you were terrified of the outcome. You didn’t want to lose the man you loved.

So out of act of desperation you instered yourself in to the duel and used your life points to power Ra.

Most of you was in the shadow realm as you watched Marik best the Pharaoh and claim his victory. So in turn you were very weak and ended up passing out before you could see the aftermath

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you woke up again you were laying down on a very comfortable bed with Yami Marik right beside you.

You heard shuffling as Marik grip around you tightend slightly. “You have served me well doll, but don’t ever do that again or I will leave you there”

You nodded knowing he only said those words out of worry. You snuggled up to him and fell back asleep dreaming of the rest your lives together.

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 4 years ago

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Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E1: Yeh Lo, Intro Waala Episode Aa Gaya

Nahi nahi, don't be afraid. I'll never leave IPK. I was just craving desi trash with our favorite tropes and classic scenes and @tellywoodtrash has convinced me that IB fits the bill rather spectacularly.

And since it's me - toh iska and things that could have been in IPK ka lamba segment toh hoga. And things that IPK did better.

In short it's this one clip of Omkara and Gauri that's been floating in my head, that's everything Khushi should've said to Arnav convinced me to watch this.

Beware, I'm very bhadda at liveblogging but please enjoy the ride.

Also - this is all for Gauri and TTji.

Love,

Episode 1 - Yeh Lo, Intro Waala Episode Aa Gaya

- Yo Ganpati, namaste.

- Full on K3G vibes with all the bros doing aarti.

- Aaah, Omkara ke baal. Totes need his shampoo.

- WTF, who's making himself a candle and doing live aarti to Ganpati - #ganpatinotimpressed.

- I already wanna kill the editor.

- Dadi/Nani (not sure) is cool. Okay she's Dadi.

- Dadi already giving romantic tips, I stan with Dadi. I love old people recounting prem kahanis. I don't get it, with Nani of IPK and Dadi of IB being so romantic, what happened with their grandsons?

- Aye haye, OG Ishqbaaz is Dadaji. DUDEEEE I'd legit watch a spinoff of badass Dadi and badass Dada in their 60s/70s! (Hate the echo effect, whyyyyy, Dadi is anyways doing mast acting, why do the effect).

- OK I LOVE DADI, SHE IS PRECIOUS AND I WANT A SPINOFF. SHE LOVES HER DEAD HUBBY SO MUCH. I'LL BE LIKE HER WHEN I'M OLD.

- Okay, despite having a great lovestory their oldest - Tej - seems off.

- YAY, he had bodyguards. But based on IPK experience the guards disappear post episode 1.

- Random chashma waala here, will he get slapped like Mool Rajani?

- Ok Tej dude is a film dialogue writer in his heart.

- Wait does Dadi have all crappy children.

- Shakti is weirddddd! Smart, but deceitful - I like his vibes, his dialogues and double standard. I like Shakti. OOOH BHAI BHAI RIVALRY. It's nice to see older characters have solid roles.

- KIS BAAT KO? KAUNSA BAAT BHOOL CHUKE? Aye haye, mystery vibes - yes. Back when everything was not released in promos and we had something to look forward to in the show.

- Arrey Dadi, none of your sons turned out happy?

- Ok, here's the comedy of the show - the bahus. THIS WOMAN IS MANORAMA'S COUSIN FOR SURE. I'm not happy they chose a dark skinned woman as a stereotype for comedy.

- Woah, we have an alcoholic here.

- How did these people end up with Om and Rudy? How did these two ka kids turn out ok?

- Double shut up and shut up? Lol.

- Wait so Dadi had great marriage but shit kids, yet her shit kids ended up having great kids? #sowhatdoesthatmean

- Hi Shivaay, ooh I like the music here.

- OOOH HI ANIKA! WITH LAAL DUPATTA! I like the softness in the music here. Surbhi is soooo young here! Wait they're already meeting?!

- SHIVAAY LOOKS NICE, HOPE HE DOESN'T OPEN HIS MOUTH AND SAY SOMETHING STUPID.

- OFC THEY ARE FATED.

- OFC THE sunglass nikaalna. Would he be a 4 lions hero if he didn't do that?

- Ugh, corruption in bhagvaangiri, FOLLOW THE LINE SHIVAAY!

- Anika, chill. Ah, VALID POINT! VALID POINT!

- Pandit ji, you totes not nice. You should prachaar equality and shit, not teach people about khandaan and stuff.

- Hah Anika, get that pandit ji! Yes woman you have your own identity.

- Hi Nakuul's blye eyes.

- AND THE GHOORING STARTS.

- I don't like the cgi mandir tho.

- SHIVAAY I WILL FREAKING SLAP YOU. HE BROKE ALL RECORDS. HE DIDN'T OPEN HIS MOUTH AND I WANT TO SLAP HIM? WTF? HE'S IN A MANDIR!

- GANESH JI, THROW A FLYING COCONUT AND-

- Le, meri jooti ke keemat bhi lele! Shivji, the dude you’re named after hates you too.

- Aah, Tej and all are behind making their kid the heir.

- Wait, comedy aunty ka beta is Shivaay? Yeh kaise hua?

- ANIKA CLASS LE ISKA! 4Lions has a different level of addiction to sunglass scenes.

- Oh I like the bg here!

- ARREY WHAT A SHOT! I TOLD YOU TO BREAK HIS HEAD AND YOU BROKE HIS CAR! ANIKA WE’RE TELEPATHICALLY CONNECTING RIGHT NOW!

*me and anika*

- I have to find this editor and ask why... why? Why this Matrix shot all of a sudden?

- Not a fan of the editing but what bg and what car breaking! Wah, I love this. DUDE TOTES DESERVES THIS!

- I’m anti violence but THIS IS PAYOFF!

- Why the wind tho? It’s not a Rabba Ve - I mean Jaana. So why the wind? Please for the love of God don’t play Oh Jaana, it was sweet as intro but they need time-- ok they started playing Oh Jaana.

- Don’t guys.... I loved this face off and the other music. Kyun?

- I will ship them, the show doesn’t need to make it obvious.

- EWW THE CGI OF PHONE BREAKING. I don’t like his aggression - bitwa needs help.

- OM IS HERE!!!! GUYS OM IS HEREEEEEEEEEEEE. CRORES? FOR BEING AN ARTIST? SIGN ME UP!

- OM IS CHASHMISH? Woah dude, you’re my weird alter ego with better hair. Also, I think you’d put the red lines later? But cool location. I already shipping you with Gauri <3

- Damn he’s handsome *cough cough* Long hair? Intellectual type? Focused? That’s my kryptonite.

- Dude is melancholic, with Kal Ho Na Ho in the bg. All ok boo? WOAH he’s TEJ’S SON???? No wonder dude’s got issues.

- Oh Dad Issues. Can’t call his dad dad... if my dad was Tej I’d... probs do the same.

- I can’t believe Shivaay is these two jokers ka beta.

- But I completely believe that Omkara is these two f-ck up’s son. Good job on casting and chemistry.

- OOOH, family rivalry. I like this. There’s shit lot to unpack.

- Poor Dadi.

- LOOOOL, RUDYYYY GONNA GET AN INTRO NOW!!!

- Aunty, question your own beta before other women.

- Hi Cutie! In our sweet line of NK, Joey <3 I feel older protective sis vibes towards this baby.

- Lol, Nani from IPK would get a heart attack seeing his dance on ‘Character Dheela!’

- Bhai bhakt, that’s good.

- Ah the middle generation of Oberois still having rivalry over heir shit.

- BROS PLEASE MAKE AN ENTRY TOGETHER. PROVE YOUR RUDE PARENTS WRONG.

- I PREDICTED THE FUTURE!

- I am Dadi right now.

- I’m preemptively getting mad at how they’re gonna ruin a show with a really good premise!

- The boys doing a total advertisement for themselves. Yeh lo, Tinder bios.

“I know you were trouble when you walked in,” Omkara Oberoi. Daddy Issues. Extremely intellectual. Hot. Has Brains. Even tempered. If Akash was expanded as a character with issues.

“I JUST MET YOU, THIS IS CRAZY, HERE’S MY NUMBER, CALL ME BABY” Rudy. Bhaiyas took all the brains so here are the brawns. This is NK in another universe.

“Who the fuck made my Tinder?” *crashes phone* Arnav who prays, with more issues, I didn’t think this was possible.

- The End -

Phew I enjoyed this - see me tomorrow with Episode 2!

#ib #ishqbaaz #jalebi watches something else #ishqbaaz liveblog #liveblog #tellywoodtrash made me do this #tere liye ttji

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S5 Ep 4: But His Name Backwards is Nomolos????

World is still kind of a mess, so lets go back to Yugioh, during an arc that is so incredibly tame that no one has died. Not even a little bit. No one has risked the destruction of the ecosystem with Pegasus’ historical fanart drawn on digital playing card. No angry gods have done really anything. They’re all on break.

Except for Pharaoh, but Pharaoh isn’t that angry anymore ever since the Orichalcos thing. He mostly just talks about card matches I couldn’t care less about because it’s Grandpa and Joey.

hey you know what bro just noticed that I haven’t noticed over these past 4 seasons--Look at Yugi and Yami’s hair.

Yugi’s hair has 3 extra floppy down bangs by his eyes. I just always assumed those were the same number as Pharaoh’s bangs--but turns out no, those are Pharoah’s streaks but flopped down.

Which means when he de-charges, his hair just flops over directly into his eyes.

And now I have an urge to animate something for the first time in years (spoiler: I do not have the time to animate this.) because WHY would they never animate this hair flop for us??? The POTENTIAL.

Grandpa spends most of the time saying “Joseph, can you guess what card I’m holding???” and Joey is like “Why would I tell you that? I’m trying to play a game? Would you stop explaining the rules? it’s getting kind of weird.” and I got a little bit of an insight into what the homelife of Yugi Muto must have been like growing up with a Grandpa who is just always talking about cards.

It does explain why Yugi plays so freakin slow, though.

(read more under the cut)

This is clearly just a visual gag but also maybe this is also how the Doctor just gets around?

Speaking of visual gags and getting around, it’s our two most inconsequential minibosses, refusing to leave the series.

Y’all let me know last time that we are in fact, still in America, and I guess this is proof of it, because there’s no other way they could have walked here. I mean Yugioh is real bad at geography but they seem to have a good grasp of a big ass ocean existing betwixt Japan and the US.

Not sure where they got those rad Hobbit outfits, though. If this is their new look, I’ll accept it.

(Yes, this is a new font. Again, I’m trying out stuff to try and make it accessible. I will figure this out before the season is over)

Honestly, I didn’t think Rex and Weevil could get much worse than being dead. Thought that maybe waking up in a hospital bed after joining the Big Bad would be enough of a wake up call to the direction their life is heading.

But, considering that this arc has no real villain so far other than a guy who likes the color purple and bathing in milk...maybe that’s fine. It’s not a BAD thing to play cards, necessarily. This doesn’t make them bad people...it’s what you do with those cards.

Like destroying a Caltrain with it, for instance.

Unless of course, the amount of energy it takes to do a card hologram is the same amount as an NFT, in which case I guess that would make them bad no matter who you play against. But we live in a universe with Noah in it, who probably had enough energy pumped into that orb to fuel like 15 Americas. Fossil fuels seem to be just fine in this universe.

In fact I don’t think it’s ever come up? Surprisingly, Seto Kaiba has never had to deal with an eco terrorist, unless you counted Raphael. That is hella rare for a 90′s early 00′s show. I feel like they were contractually obligated to have at least one fossil fuel episode.

Well, good for the Yugioh universe, who managed to solve the energy crisis off screen. Good for them.

PS Hawkins said this and afterward was like “I just want you kids to appreciate what you’re seeing here today.” and it’s like damn Hawkins. Condescend much? This old guy is like King of Throwing Shade While Appearing to be Helpful.

Anyway, the gimmick of Solomon Muto is that he plays a bunch of history cards. Arthur Hawkins was super excited about it, but I feel like the other kids were like “We straight up have never heard of any of these old ass cards for a reason.”

Bro has informed that this card also sucks ass IRL, and like...I’m not surprised.

(grandpa’s font has also changed to something he’s actually wearing, and to something that is way more legible.)

To think that during the time Grandpa spent trying to get this dragon working, he could have been researching the damn God Cards and helping Pharaoh figure out his past history. Youknow...that history stuff that he devotes his entire life to studying.

Course, maybe Grandpa was smart enough to know NOT do that. I feel like Grandpa putting the brakes on revealing Pharaoh’s history is reason enough to just not open that Pandora’s box, but that will be another arc, I guess. This one we’re just showing some ancient dragon merch to sell toys to kids IRL. Gotta have your episodes to remind you that Yugioh is in fact toys.

Also, Hawkins proceeded to point out to Yugi in a way without literally saying it, that Yugi doesn’t go home often enough to distract his Grandpa with cards.

Which Hawkins followed up by throwing shade at Joey Wheeler for the rest of the match, since he was the only one here who stans Grandpa. You can see who Rebecca gets it from, is what I’m saying.

Joey reveals his only motivation to be here--which should be to get a plane ticket. Like their only reason to be in this tournament is already done?

But his other motivation is silly.

uh huh.

Tristan really did lay this specific dunk in the show. He is being given a plane ticket to do nothing. Wow, Tristan.

At least Joey’s motivation isn’t based on fixing some girl. For once Joey is just doing this for himself and not for a relationship that will never happen for at least several years, or to be a Father for his oblivious Sister. Thank you, show. Course I say that, and there could be another Mai arc right around the corner.

Anyway, there really isn’t much else to say about this arc other than Joey has finally bested his mentor in a card game. Still can’t best Yugi or Pharaoh or Seto or hell, probably even Tea or Mokuba if they ever pulled out cards again...

...but he bested Grandpa, who got polished off by being beaten up by several thug-like holograms.

Not sure why he fell over other than...something in the holograms must be real in this universe. There’s no other reason this would happen!

(honestly I can’t handle Grandpa’s face. It looks. SO BAD. There’s something offsetting about it that I really do not like, and I think it’s the eyes and the tiny nose and the very skeletal bone structure--I don't like it)

Like every person here is convinced that Yugi’s grandpa is one step away from keeling over and it’s low key hilarious to me. The man has died and been resurrected. You think Pegasus did that bad of a job??? Grandpa Muto will likely outlive all of you.

This show really can’t lift Joey without taking two more punches to get him back down. Like the show keeps telling me that Joey is a complete idiot, and he kind of is, but I want to point out that he is a talented idiot who was second in most of the tourney’s he’s been in and he should have killed Marik straight up if he wasn’t like struck by lightning first.

Yes, he got distracted and raced after Mai last season so he prematurely died, but that was clearly just a phase because I don’t see Mai here.

Yes, in the actual show, they each said “ohhhh” and it’s like...the brain damage on these kids. We need to get them back to school.

I think there’s like 30+ other characters introduced but the only ones I know are Rex, Weevil, Leon, and...the girl who hugged Yugi once? I don’t remember her name. But they’re probably next. I feel like this is a bit of a slower arc, but hey, if anything it’s easier for me to cap.

anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read these in Chrono Order!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I’ll have you know I wrote this whole thing thinking Nomolos is a Fleet Foxes song and it hellllllllla got stuck in my head, but it turns out the word I was thinking of is Mykonos.

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#ygo #yugioh #yu gi oh #recap #photo recap #S5 #Ep4 #Yugi muto #joey Wheeler #Grandpa muto #solomon muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #duke devlin #Mokuba Kaiba #professor hawkins #at least this duel was short

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