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writingsofmax · 3 years ago

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Disarm pt. 14

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Summary: Edward and Y/N hang out at home and try to talk about Edward's plan and everything that has happened.

Tags: angst, guilt, hurt/comfort, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, obsessive thinking, CARETAKING

warnings: depictions of illness, panic attack, canon-typical description of orphanage stuff

Chapter 14- The World Is A Vampire Sent To Drain

Y/N woke up, cold sunlight streaming in through her bedroom’s frosted windows. She stretched, and pulled the covers tightly around her, reluctantly opening her eyes. She quickly realized that she was alone in the bed.

There was a vintage card sitting on her nightstand, alongside her pills with a glass of water. He did leave, she realized. Her heart sank as she reached for the card. It depicted a crying kitten in an old fashioned nurse uniform. You being sick is a cryin’ shame! Get well soon. I love you. She blinked and flipped it over. On the back was Edward’s handwriting with some doodles of eyes and hearts on it. I stepped out to get food for us and some other things as well. I will be back soon. I love you. Y/N let out a relieved sigh and set the card back down on the table. She could hear rustling coming from the kitchen. She took her meds on the side table and then kicked her blanket off, putting her feet on the floor. She noticed that her room wasn’t as cold as it had been before. “Eddie?” she called, cautiously. “In here!” She heard him answer from somewhere in the apartment. She sighed, relaxing her shoulders before getting up. They had a lot they needed to talk about today and she was finally feeling good enough to discuss it. She walked down the hallway, apprehensiveness growing with every step. She paused and hovered in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as Edward stocked the fridge, pulling food and drinks from grocery bags on the floor. He was obscured by the fridge door, and didn’t notice her watching.

She looked around the kitchen and found that it was practically sparkling from how clean it was. Looking past the kitchen into the living room she felt her face grow warm when her eyes landed on a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table.

The corners of her lips moved into a half-smile when she noticed he had brought over two space heaters as well. One of them was already plugged in, in the living room, working hard to warm the air in her frigid apartment. “Good morning,” she greeted Edward, shyly. Edward leaned back and peeked at Y/N from behind the fridge door. “O-oh, good morning!” He quickly finished putting things away and shut the fridge door, standing up and leaning against the appliance with his arms crossed. “I, um––I went out this morning,” he stated. “I couldn’t really sleep, so I decided to pick up some breakfast food for us from the diner, and some easy things that I can make for you since you didn’t have food here and—Oh yeah, I got space heaters too down at the hardware store since your apartment is so cold, and that can’t be good for you—but don’t worry, because I can pay for the extra electric fee… Although, that shouldn’t even be a thing because your apartment should have been warm and liveable anyway, but who can trust landlords to actually do their jobs? It's alright though, it's not a big deal and anway are you warm enough?” he rambled, looking down at the space between them. “Oh—Yes, I am. I noticed that it was warmer right away, thank you,” Y/N answered. “But are you... okay, going outside? Won’t you get…” she trailed off, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air. Edward regarded her for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “It’s fine,” he answered firmly, turning to the bags of takeout sitting on the counter. “No one knows who I am, or that I’m…” he ended his statement with a vague hand gesture. Y/N rubbed her arm, furrowing her brows, anxiety starting to grow in the pit of her stomach. “And is that going to change? Or what's your plan here?” Y/N asked, worriedly. Edward didn’t answer at first, instead fixating on putting all of the food he had brought from the diner out on the living room coffee table. He moved very quickly, Y/N noticed. “Eddie?” Y/N asked again, quietly. He seemed upset by her line of questioning and she wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. Edward sat on the couch in the living room and patted the seat next to him. Y/N hesitantly followed and sat. His eyes seemed to have an air of sadness to them as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ll answer any questions you have, but I think we should eat first before discussing...” He paused for a moment, frowning. “... Everything.” At the mention of eating, Y/N looked at the table. There were a variety of containers carefully placed around the flowers he had gotten. There was french toast, bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, and even more containers unopened. It seemed like he had practically bought everything off the breakfast menu, she noted.

It did smell really good and, for the first time in days, she actually had an appetite. “Okay, we’ll eat first,” Y/N agreed. Normally when the two of them would eat together, their dining would be punctuated by conversation. Edward would ask her questions or riddles and she would try to answer them. Other times the two of them would talk about books, politics, Gotham, art, or music. The two of them could talk and discuss their ideas for hours. Today though, they just sat in heavy silence as they ate. Y/N felt sad. They were together again, yet everything felt so different. They both seemed uncomfortable. She wasn’t making a move to talk, but Eddie sure wasn’t either. He would barely even look at her. She looked at the flowers on the table and her heart clenched. Had Eddie gotten them for her, as part of his apology perhaps? And all of this food?

It seemed that he really was trying, but she was unsure. Maybe he had meant what he said the other night, she thought, the pain in her chest returning. He did seem standoffish this morning, like he was keeping his distance from her. It was hard to believe that the person that had bludgeoned the Mayor to death had also gone and picked out a bouquet of flowers just for her. Well, not just bludgeoned the Mayor to death— he had brutally killed two others.

Y/N set her fork down as her food threatened to come back up. She had watched Eddie’s “trials” on TV more than once because the news during the past week had just been 24-hour coverage of the Riddler. He had put a bomb collar on Coulson, and she could hardly even think about what he did to the Commissioner––with the rats. And what did all of this say about her? That she was in this apartment, sharing food with him, acting like everything was normal? She should have noticed that something was wrong when they first started seeing each other, but she hadn’t. Looking back on his episodes now, she felt like she should have seen the signs. I guess that’s why they say that hindsight is 20/20. She should have tried to get him help. Should I still try to get him help? Is that what I should be doing? She cast a sidelong glance at Eddie, he seemed perfectly normal sitting beside her, eating his food. Somehow I don’t think that therapy would help someone that’s already killed a person by having rats chew through their face.

Y/N could feel her heart rate rising and her mouth felt dry. Her apartment seemed too small for her thoughts and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She just needed a second, just a walk to clear her head. She stood up quickly, earning a concerned look from Edward.

“I, um—I’m gonna go for a walk real quick,” she stated while walking over to her coat and keys.

Edward looked bewildered. “Let me go with you.”

“No, it’s fine really, I just need some fresh air, I’ll be right back,” Y/N responded, pulling on her coat quickly, her panic threatening to bubble over.

Edward stood up and walked over to her. “I really don’t think you should. You’re still recovering and it’s really cold outside,” he objected. “At least let me go with you,” he pleaded, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

Y/N just shook her head no, and slipped past him opening the door. With one last apologetic look over her shoulder she mumbled, “I promise I’ll be right back.” She shut the door behind her, leaving Edward behind.

——?——

Edward stood by himself in Y/N’s apartment, at a loss for what to do. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to follow her, but he didn’t. She had very clearly wanted to get away from him.

Edward sat back down on the couch and let out a loud sigh, sinking forward into his hands. Is she... Afraid of me? Memories of her terrified face on Halloween night flashed through his mind.

This was such a mess. He wished that he had just been honest with her to begin with instead of all of this. He didn’t know what to do with all of the guilt inside of him. He found that it was hard to even look her in the eye, let alone speak with her after what he had done. Every time he looked at her, he was reminded of everything.

He felt so very undeserving of her. He didn’t deserve to look at her, he didn’t deserve to speak to her and he especially did not deserve to touch her. Not after… certain comments.

And now she was gone, walking around Gotham in the wet and cold. That usually would be hard on her anyway—let alone now while she was still recovering. Today was the first time he had seen her even eat anything and she had still been warm to the touch last night.

She shouldn’t be walking around out there at all, especially not in this weather. He felt torn, he wanted to follow her to make sure she was alright but didn’t want to scare her. He couldn’t bring himself to overstep any more than he already had.

He got up and started clearing away all of the diner food from the table. Something to focus on, he supposed. It had crossed his mind that she was going to the police, but if that was the case he felt resigned to it. It would be penance for how he had treated her.

A part of him almost felt relieved that she had left him here, that she was finally reacting in some way. He wished that she would be angry with him or even yell at him. I deserve it, he thought, carrying the takeout boxes to the trash.

He was more worried, than relieved though. If she’s not back in the next 30 minutes I’ll go find her. As much as he didn’t want to overstep he had to make sure she was at least okay. He continued clearing away the dishes as guilt ate away at his insides.

He wasn’t looking forward to this talk.

Despite it all he still wanted to go forward with his plan— not the seawall, but Falcone. He needed to kill Falcone. He was the head of corruption in Gotham and had to be taken out. That was the point of everything, but he didn’t know how she would take that. Would she hate him? Would she be scared? He didn’t know how he could make her understand. Before he had met Y/N, every night of his was a thousand nights in the orphanage. The only thing that had relieved the pain he had felt was working on these plans. I can’t just let it go. It’s not that simple. I have to make him pay.

Taking a deep breath, he sat back down on the couch and looked at the flowers on the table. He had specifically picked those out for her, hoping she would like them. At the Diner, he had gotten everything on the menu, unsure of what she would want the most that morning. He wanted so badly to make everything okay with her, to make her understand, but wasn’t sure how. He could hardly stand to be in the same room with her—the guilt was so strong.

He checked the clock on the oven in the kitchen. It had only been 8 minutes. How could 8 minutes feel so impossibly long? His mind was already a mess with worry and hasn’t even been that long since she had left. He flicked on the television. He needed something to distract him or else he would go after Y/N. And it helped that he was more than a little curious about what the news was saying about him. The news was showing footage from Coulson’s trial and Vicki Vale was reporting. “—reign of terror will continue? There have been no more updates on the Riddler for several days, yet tension continues to run high in Gotham’s political circles and in the GCPD.” Edward grinned. Even though he hadn’t been active in awhile, they were still terrified. Good. He giggled, leaning forward to watch the broadcast more closely. Let them feel an OUNCE of what I felt every day for YEARS. The screen cut to footage of a crowd of his followers and he felt his heart swell with pride. There were tons of people wearing his mask, holding up signs with his symbols on it. It was almost like being loved, he thought. Although, after meeting Y/N, nothing could truly compare to the real thing. He really appreciated his followers though, their strong allegiance to him made him feel powerful. Strength in numbers.

Now they were interviewing some low-level cop about what he thought of the Riddler. Edward rolled his eyes. I guess they have to keep the Gotham populace watching somehow. He read the time on the bottom of the screen––only a few more minutes had passed since he had last checked. He turned off the TV. Y/N still wasn’t back. She shouldn’t be out there. His anxieties were interrupted by the sound of the door unlatching. He was flooded with relief as Y/N walked through the door. Her face was red and she was breathing pretty heavily. She hunched over and put her hands on her knees as she looked up at Edward apologetically. “Yeah, you were right,” she laughed nervously. “That was stupid. I only… made it about… a block away before… I could barely breathe.” Her words came out labored as she tried to catch her breath. “And it was very cold, just like you sa–” her words were cut short by a coughing fit. I knew it. I knew she shouldn’t have gone out there. Edward rushed over and helped her pull off her wet coat and boots. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her close. She was shaking. Silently, he guided her over to the couch.

“Do you need your inhaler?” he asked, trying not to show that he was upset. She shook her head yes, as she sat down on the couch, still trying to catch her breath. Edward pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, and was dismayed to find that she was starting to burn up again. He adjusted the blanket over her on the couch and went to grab her inhaler. On his way back he pulled another blanket from her bed and brought it out to the living room to wrap her in as well.

Y/N had turned on the TV and was watching the news broadcast about him silently. This made Edward feel even more nervous and agitated. He wanted to ask her to turn it off, but he didn’t. What did she even think of all of this? He approached the couch quietly, and laid the other blanket on top of her, handing her the inhaler. He had no idea what to say about what she was watching. He didn’t know if he even wanted to broach the subject, he was leaning towards no.

“I’m going to make you some tea,” Edward stated, instead.

He went to leave but felt a grip on his sleeve, he turned to Y/N holding onto his arm from the couch.

“Stay,” she asked, pulling on his arm. “I’m cold.” She shifted on the couch, making room. “Lay with me…” she added, almost hesitantly.

Edward felt his stomach flutter, and gave a small smile. “Okay,” he responded as he climbed onto the couch with her. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping the blankets tightly around her. She was still shivering, but it had lessened. It felt so nice to hold her in his arms again. He turned his attention back to the TV, they were going over the clues and riddles he had left around town, still trying to guess his next move. Gotham is filled with idiots. I’ve given them more than enough time.

Y/N shifted in his arms, and he felt the excitement in his body turn to anxiety. He still had no idea what she thought about any of this really. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” he blurted out. Maybe not the most tactful way to ask that question, but he was desperate to know. “No...” Y/N responded after what seemed like ages to Edward, but was probably only a few seconds. “I left because I just needed space to think about everything and I know you wouldn’t hurt me…” she continued. “Just them, right? The people we’ve always talked about?” Edward relaxed into the couch in relief. “Yes,” he reassured her. It seemed like she understood his reasons for doing what he was doing, and that made him happy. But her statement about him not hurting her made him wince. “I know that I did hurt you though, the other night,” Edward spoke softly, and pressed a kiss to her head. “I am truly sorry about that,” he continued, hoping she would know how much he meant it. “I never will again.” Y/N took one of his hands and squeezed it, and Edward squeezed back, feeling so grateful that she would even touch him. “I know, Eddie. You did scare me, but I forgive you.” Edward felt a lump in his throat and tears threatened to fall from his eyes at that statement, but he willed himself not to cry in relief.

“Everything I said the other day was true,” he insisted. “I really do regret everything, and I didn’t mean any of the things I said—I love you so much.” He knew he was rambling, but he didn’t care. “I love you so much and I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I swear!”

“Eddie,” Y/N spoke softly, and kissed the back of his hand. “I know... I really do forgive you.” Y/N used her free hand to motion to the TV. “Can you please tell me about this, though?” she asked. “I mean… How long have you planned this? Are you going to get caught? Is your plan over, or is there still more? Do you… Do you like killing people?” All of the questions spilled out of her in a rush and Edward could tell that she seemed somewhat overwhelmed by it all. Edward blinked at the last question, unsure of what to say. This plan was such a deep part of him that it felt almost impossible to explain. He sighed, unsure of how to start.

“I don’t know if I can make you understand, but I am going to try,” he started, holding Y/N’s hand for reassurance. “I grew up in hell. I know we’ve talked about the orphanage before, but I’ve never told you fully how bad it was. It changed me.” In his arms, Y/N nodded her understanding, and Edward continued. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve been stuck there,” he stated. “Technically, I left when I was 18 but it never felt that way. I’ve never been truly free of it.” “I’m stuck there,” he repeated, squeezing her tightly. “For me…” he paused, searching for the right words before continuing again. “For me, it’s like time is frozen and I’m always there,” his voice came out strained.

“The pain that was inflicted upon me—the rage and hopelessness are always there. It has never once gone away.” Edward felt his body shaking, and his heart was thumping loudly in his chest. It was so hard to talk about this part of himself. He had never let anyone else in before. Y/N rubbed his arm reassuringly and he held her close to him, feeling safe enough to continue. “The worst thing is that I thought it was my fault,” he seethed. “All of us kids at the orphanage were told that we deserved to be treated that way, that if we behaved then we would be treated more kindly. But we never were,” Edward spat, rage sparking in his core.

“We were fed empty promises to keep us in line. It wasn’t until I started my job as a forensics accountant that I found out that it wasn’t my fault. That it wasn’t our fault,” he explained. “There are other people to blame!”

He gestured to the TV. “People that knew we needed that money and those resources and took it anyway. People that already had everything they could ever need and decided that they wanted more.”

Y/N twisted in his arms to face him for a moment. She gently ran a hand through his hair and traced her fingers over his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Eddie, that they did that to you,” she whispered, laying her head back down on his chest. Edward rubbed small circles on her back, really more for his comfort than hers.

“Every day when I look into a mirror I see pain...” he whispered. “And when I go to sleep, I’m back at that orphanage. I can hear their screams and it never ends, Y/N.”

“I didn’t realize it was that bad for you, Eddie… I’m sorry I didn’t notice before, and that you’ve been in so much pain,” Y/N sniffed, and moved to wipe something from her face but Edward couldn’t see. “You didn’t deserve any of this. No one does. But especially not you––you’re so good.”

Edward had never heard anyone talk to him like that in his entire life. He had never heard anyone say that he was good— that it was alright for him to exist. That it was okay.

“Y/N?” he asked, dipping his hand under chin, lifting her face to his. “Do you really think I’m good?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course, Eddie!” Y/N insisted. “You’re so smart, you’re like the smartest person I know! And you’re so thoughtful and kind to me, you’ve helped me so much, and you’re trying to help others—-you’re so good,” she whispered, looking up at him adoringly.

Edward cupped her face in both hands, looking at her adoringly. He leaned in and kissed her for the first time in days.

It felt so right. Having her in his arms, snuggled close to him was perfect. It was where she was meant to be— with him. His perfect angel.

Y/N relaxed into the kiss, her arms wrapping around him effortlessly. He kissed her deeply, pouring all of his love for her into it. He had missed her so much. Missed this. He trailed his fingers over her body while he kissed her, unable to stop touching her.

He was so glad she was okay, that she was with him. He was so glad that she had forgiven him. If they were together then everything would be alright. He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her more and more, getting lost in the feeling.

Y/N pulled away, her face flushed. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I don’t feel so good...” Oh yeah, Edward remembered. She has a fever.

“N-no, that’s alright, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he giggled nervously. “I got carried away. I just missed you so much,” he admitted. “Are you okay though?” he asked, wondering if she was in pain at all.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just need to rest. I don’t have much energy right now,” she responded softly, laying her head back down on his chest.

Edward fell silent for a long time, listening to her breathing. He debated whether or not to come clean and tell her that he was going to continue his plan, but decided that he needed to. It was all going to come out in the end anyway and he needed to be truthful.

“About the plan Y/N…” Edward started carefully. Y/N shifted, he had gotten her attention.

“I want to continue it,” he confessed. He felt Y/N tense in his arms. He had already been nervous and the feeling was growing, but he did his best to ignore it. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but she had to know the truth. There couldn’t be any more lies between them.

“I can’t accept that the people that did this to me, that did this to all of us get to just go on with their lives,” he explained, narrowing his eyes at the television.

“I can’t accept that,” he stated resolutely.

“Do you understand, Y/N? I can’t just let this go,” he admitted, his calm demeanor breaking. “They have to suffer for what they did. Hundreds of children died because of their actions. Hundreds more ended up like me, haunted by it all. It was torture, growing up there, Y/N.” She was looking up at him now, watching him carefully as he spoke.

“And they did it all for what? For money? To buy a second house? For stupid, selfish reasons. They’re parasites! And I guess to answer your other question: Yes. Yes it feels good when I kill them. It feels good when I see the fear in their eyes. Because THEY DESERVE IT.” His voice was loud now, adrenaline coursing through him as he explained.

“They don’t deserve to be here, they deserve to die for what they did. I’m exposing them all, I’m changing everything. I won’t let them do this again to anyone while I’m alive, I’m going to—“

“Eddie,” Y/N’s voice cut him off, breaking through the dark fog surrounding his thoughts.

He looked down at her, reorienting himself to the present. “Sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean—“

“Okay,” she said, reaching up and caressing his cheek with her thumb.

Edward looked down at her questioningly. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Let’s go after them,” she said, looking into Edward’s eyes intensely. “They’re scum.” When Edward was a young teen, he had a job as a delivery boy. When he would go home at night, he would pass dozens of houses all lit up from the inside, every room warm and aglow. He would imagine happy families that might have lived in them, with their nice normal lives as he made his way back to the worst place on earth.

It had made him feel frozen and alone.

But now, he knew how it felt from the other side. It was like every room in his soul finally had some light in it. He felt safe and comfortable and warm. He felt loved. He now had everything he had ever needed. He wasn’t standing out in the cold anymore. “I love you,” he said reverently, sitting up to give Y/N his full attention. “I love you too, Eddie,” she said, grasping both of his hands. “It's… It's definitely a lot to take in. Your plan and everything, but––they did that to kids. These people were okay with hurting actual children. And Gotham obviously isn’t doing well under their control.” She looked at the TV and continued, “And honestly, we both know that they’re actually part of the problem themselves. A lot of them are directly involved in the crime that plagues this city.” She looked back to Edward and squeezed his hands, “I’ll support you, I just...” she trailed off, looking down at the space between them. “What is it, angel?” Edward asked, leaning forward. “Tell me.” “I just don’t want you to get caught,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling. Edward noticed that she was squeezing his hands really tightly. “I’m scared that it might happen and then…” she stopped, and looked away, her shoulders shaking. Edward pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her protectively. “And then you’ll go away forever,” she cried into his chest. Edward rubbed her back soothingly. “No,” he said. “I won’t get caught. I promise.” He pulled back to look into her eyes, his hands on her shoulders. “I haven’t been working for several days and they still haven’t figured out any of my clues. They’re idiots, angel. I would never allow myself to be caught.” Y/N sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Do you trust me?” Edward asked, searching her face for understanding. “Mmhmm.” Y/N nodded, still looking anxious.

“Darling, I would never allow myself to be taken away from you. Okay? Never.” He reached out and wiped her tears away, “So no more crying okay?”

He gave her a smile and Y/N smiled weakly back, nodding her head in agreement.

“We’ve had more than enough of that in the past couple days,” Edward added wryly, adjusting the blankets on top of her while getting off the couch himself.

“I’m going to make you that tea now, okay? You should rest.” He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and handed it to her, “And watch something else for a while, okay?” he asked, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Something more relaxing.”

Y/N giggled. “Okay, Eddie, I guess I won’t watch your grand accomplishments on an endless loop if that’s really what you want.”

Edward felt his face grow hot and he quickly turned to go to the kitchen, “T-that’s not… Just— You can’t—I don’t know, watch something else!” he stammered out.

He heard Y/N laugh from the other room and he rolled his eyes, going to the cupboard to prepare her tea.

#danonation #dano!riddler #the riddler #the riddler fanfiction #riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #danocel #edward nashton x you #riddler x you #edward nashton #the riddler x you #the riddler hurt/comfort #edward nashton x y/n

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boilyerheid · 4 years ago

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Hey! Firstly, I love your writing SO much, I'm always so excited when you've updated or I come across more if your stuff, it's just a joy to read! Secondly, in a different ask about hickey and jopson where you talked about them being queer and in the tags mentioned you could talk more about how queer different characters are, do you think you'd ever want to expand on that more? Because I find sexuality in the terror very interesting and i love hearing other peoples interpretations. Hope you're having a nice day anyway! No pressure :)

hey thank you!

well okay listen I've only watched the series twice and I was frequently drunk during those watches so like... this isn't forensic analysis but these are some of the queer vibes I got as a queer originally from a very repressed environment.

Irving is obviously written to be a repressed queer, that's the purpose of his whole arc with Hickey and Billy. I also think that Hickey in particular is very aware of Irving's nature and that's part of why he doesn't just chib him because it serves his purpose: he mutilates him in a very specific way. He cuts off his tits, cuts off his dick, he emasculates Irving not because he dobbed him in, but because dobbing him in was a betrayal from one of his own. We see throughout that Hickey is loyal only to himself, but that he expects loyalty from others - for another deviant to have dobbed him in (like they're better than him) is a breaking of trust, however tenuous.

Jopson is an interesting one, because his queer coding is bound up in his relationship with Crozier often enough that he can seem to just be a particularly devoted steward. And I don't actually read that he has any sort of romantic feelings towards Crozier onscreen, although his final crawl across the table definitely suggests there's a devotion there which has nothing to do with rank or status. What makes me clock Jopson is his innate language of glances, implications, and most of all this: "I don't like to hear a woman laughing now, sir." Yes, he's discussing his trauma with his mother, but it's phrased in a very deliberate way and said to Crozier, of all people. In a vulnerable moment, he's deliberately choosing to show Crozier something of himself - as Crozier has been laid bare by withdrawal, Jopson offers up what he sees as a shameful part of himself in kind, a sort of 'we've both sinned, we're on a level'.

The other reason I read Jopson as queer is because of how Hickey interacts with him - because Hickey certainly reads Jops as queer. Hickey might despise him as an extension of Crozier, but he's also definitely clocked Jopson if you watch the scene where he's being guarded (which I went into in the previous answer). As with Irving, Hickey sees Jopson's refusal to be seduced and devotion to Crozier over him as betrayal, and how could that be if they weren't somehow of a kind? The undercurrent of that whole interaction is 'you think you're better than me but we're just as bad as each other', and he's furious when Jopson doesn't agree.

anway whew this answer is too long! I can ramble about others if you're interested lmao. I just spend a lot of time analysing film/media professionally so I get thinky thoughts about it!!

#the terror #meta #john irving #thomas jopson #cornelius hickey #please nobody like argue with me about this it's just me thinky thoughts #I just like analysis and gays!

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thebadchoicemachine · 4 years ago

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my brain is ERROR rn so instead of articulated have some half baked lsadflakshd Dimensions rambles

@thecatchat

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Fundy in Orch

- Fundy was a child when he fell through a portal to Orch and doesn’t realize he’s from another dimension

- He’s semi-holographic with only an endoskeleton being physical. Sort of hard light situation, like touching him is part way between a gas and a solid, sort of glitchy.

- Thats how he can look like a fox! With some effort and practice (like drawing) he can change his form.

- Sam helps repair his body with redstone and everyone just assumes he’s sone kind of strange damaged cyborg As robotics aren’t strange in Orch.

- He’s got a different kind of body than Tubbo because of it. Aside from just being different builds (Tubbo is a solid robot) but after so many years of being worked on by Sam he’s no longer made up of the same sci fi material. Simpler metals and such. He’s got more dull dusty red glows and not the bright blue signature to Ywuscore.

- Nobody talks about it much but everyone agrees Fundy was probably created and treated unethically. As far as Sam knows he’s someone they rescued after he ran away from some maniac in Orch.

- (He wasn’t, the portal just screwed him up because unstable) also he doesn’t really care where he came from. He knows they’ve got a worry about him but now they’re all grown up and doing good he shrugs it off.

- Protective friend group? yes. Especially Ponk.

- He remembers Ywuscore but not in detail and overtime has morphed them into just “somewhere else I used to be.”

- mmmmm Hannah sister figure to everyone.

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Tubbo in Orch

- Tubbo and Tommy ending up visiting Orch?

- TUBBO SEES BEES!!! charlie slimecicle reaction ensues. Tommy gets Phil to make some bees in Sleepy.

- idk if Fundy ever fully realizes where he’s from, agt least not blatantly stated in story. He’s different enough from Tubbo it’s not obvious but he finds a kinship in friendship him :)

- I imagine a scene where Azure (or alex?) something something Karl is explaining it he’s there for plot exposition and he just makes a face and goes “wait, so- it’s- ...mom?” and there’s a nearly audible record scratch as everyone, even almost azure, is like “dude. what.”

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Oh yeah here’s some karl lore

- (Karl can portal, he’s like skipping the shell altogether. Only people who are willing can enter his portals if someone is consciously not thinking about entering they won’t. Also, obviously, he needs to want them to. If he wants to drag someone through forcefully it’s a throw of wills with him at a disadvantage.)

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Tubbo and Tommy in Prowa

- Since Travelers have to phase through it’s harder the more solid the world.

- Tommy is stuck for a while while he recharges enough to exit but first he wants to find Wilbur so he can brag how he made it into Prowa.

- Tubbo gets hurt somehow (maybe electrocuted?) and gets hyper because robot

- They go to the Casino where Wilbur talked about cleaning out some people (he screws over Charlie a lot for funsies. They’ve got a card rivalry)

- Anyway they make their way to Virido Chip which is closed and, having little to no social care and whatever they did have being either drained or overpowered, they just break in. Tubbo breaks the door in so it’s still closes but the lock is gone and handel is broken.

-Tubbo’s strong btw

- Schlatt is there (it’s after hours) and being used to being attacked goes full defense mode and sneaks up front, gun pulled, only to find two weird looking kids just shuffling around.

- He’s thrown off enough to let his guard down in this moment of “wtf”

- Anway Schlatt has to babysit a glowy blue and (racoon? avian?) teenangers. One of whom is tired and grumpy and the other is very cheerful and hyper. WHile trying desperately to get a hold of Quackity because there’s no way this isn’t his weird boyfriends chart.

- He calls Charlie. Imagine this full grown bouncer ram man struggling to work a 1920s phone as Tubbo runs around looking at all the cool new stuff, tryong to stop him from grabbing the phone out of his hands, also while a very tired Tommy swears at him from the ground.

-Charlie shows up to help after not really understanding the explanation and Tubbo get to talk about the BEST creatures from other dimensions (Slimes and Bees)

- Charlie also figures out where Wilbur is, cleaning out some other Casino since Virido was closed.

- Quackity comes back from a date to either A) a surprisingly wholesome scene where they’re all laying on the floor playing dominoes, Tommy having gained some energy and Tubbo having spent some, or B)

(i think I like A better although it was like B at some point definitely)

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Wilbur in SaiSai

- wants to see what all the fuss is about after talking to the fiancees about it so tags along

- Isn’t with them at first, just goes on his own

- Takes the form of a merfolk at first because water world. Swims around for a while, then meets a ship and has a bit of a conversation with the crew and wants to come on board.

-They’re like “uh, no? Even if yes, how? You don’t even have legs.” and he laughs darkly (because he likes screwing with people) and turns into smoke? bird? flies up onto the ship and lands, taking on his ordinary form.

- His mysterious stranger moment (tm) however gets cut short by Pufft deking him over the side with either her fists or a mop or if she’s got her horns she head butts him off?

- “NO MORE! No more fucking omens on my fucking ships! I’m sick of it!”

- Jack: “Puffy, this is my ship.”

- something something she ends up saying “Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap are an exception because they’re very polite.”

#karlnapity dimensions #unofficial dimensions #orch dimensions #ksq dimensions plot #ksq dimensions lore #SaiSai dimensions #Ywuscore dimensions

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sugaftrm · 4 years ago

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ult group tag ✨

I was tagged by sweetie sharika @rosebowl (and unofficially by @jinjagi bc I spammed anna’s amazing post with my ramblings hehe)

tagging: anyone who hasn’t been tagged in this yet + wants to take on the challenge // @himbojoon @taefiore @sooplover @artsyjoons @blueandtaes @kooseokss (sorry if you did this already, you def don’t have to!)

who was your first bias? namjoon, it all happened so quickly the more i learned about him/ his charm /his radical vulnerability + self-love journey / his inspirational leadership... it was inevitable. i just scrolled through my camera roll and my first saved photo of BTS-related content is 190112 Namjoon during LY Nagoya 😍

who is your bias now? am I ready to talk about this? if I’m going to interpret my own dreams (as a licensed psychotherapist) i think i’m double-biased now, but i get wrecked easily by any of them. it’s likely not a surprise to my followers who have been seeing me lose my shit over yoongi, but it must be said explicitly: he is also my bias.

what was the first mv you watched by them? dynamite (longer explanation here)

what’s your favorite mv? gosh! how do you choose just one... Fake Love, Blood Sweat and Tears, On Kinetic Manifesto, Black Swan!

if you could listen to one of their songs for the rest of your life, which would it be? Black Swan Orchestral

who would you want to see them collab with? seconding Sharika’s Zayn rec, I can’t think of anyone else right now :(

what mv concept do you want to see them do? have they done something acapella yet? like a video of just them singing but also some members doing the instrumental elements in the back? IDK i’m still in my penn masala phase

have you ever had a dream with any of the members in it? i don’t remember my dreams often but ever since becoming a bts fan, i’ve started seeing some of them in my dreams and it’s been such an evocative experience. earlier this week (the night i missed their vlive) i had a dream with them, but the ending of the dream involved yoongi informing me nonchalantly that a mural installation had gone up where i was holding his and I quote “loving hands.” 😳

if you could spend the day with one member, who would it be and what would you do? this is hard to answer... like sure it would be so great to hang out with joonie or yoongers but I don’t think I could enjoy myself fully cus I would overthink too much ummmm..... ANWAYS I want to go out for food and drinks with Seokjin lmfao his chill solo Malta Bon Voyage adventure made me think we could have fun together cus we can strike up convos with strangers and try to enjoy our alone time (also jinnie can call me up anytime there’s no one to hang out with ✋🏽😌)

which member do you think you’d get along with the best? this took 40 mins to answer. but after much contemplation, it’s hoseok. he is love embodied we all know, but i see our friendship being full of mutual comfort support and silly times. we would dance and sing together, roll around in full-bellied laughter, share stories we haven’t told others, have a good ass cry and then be back on our boss shit. 94 liners for life.

which member do you think you would argue with? ugh what does argue mean this is hard for a people pleaser like me........ I could see me butting heads with Tae but letting him off the hook real easily cus I don’t wanna upset him? i could also see me getting irked at Jin for playing toooo much 😅or having debates with Namjoon for being too intellectual/heady? IDK

if you had to let one member scroll through your tumblr, who would it be? this is a joke right, i would not willingly inflict that kind of emotional trauma on to them they already deal with our crazy asses and call it love soooooo nah

THIS WAS SUPER DIFFICULT IDK HOW SO MANY OF YOU DID THIS??!!

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gwendeeagain · 4 years ago

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Writing Fic Titles

Whoever who prompted the meta ask "Which is harder for you, titles or summaries (or tags?)" You know very well what the answer is.

I am always Unable to come up with titles. How do people manage to encapsulate the message or vibe of their fic in such a concise, clear way? I can't do it.

If I can't think, I ask my friends to drop me random words without contexts and I'll see which word fits the fic's exising vibes. The most notable fics I have named this way are Discography, Illuminate, and Colloquialism! I said to people, can you give me a random word? And I quite literally took the first/second word LMAO. but oddly enough I think they fit.

Sometimes I stumble across a word accidently and it has perhaps the strangest most far-fetched relatedness to your fic that would take forever and a year to explain?

How I named Accordion: Basically for my placeholder title I was just going to write "coda" but I wrote "a coda" instead and I thought hey that looks cool, so I took the space out and it became "acoda" and I thought of the word "accordion" when I read it and I liked the word accordion so this is named accordion now I guess.

Most of the times my fics have a title that came up because of a strayaway thought I had once, so it makes the bare minimum amount of sense to me but to you guys it's probably nuts.

(On) Par was named as such because I literally just wanted to put the word "par" in the fic. I wanted to use the word "par" in a dialogue line but it didn't fit. But par as a word meant to compare, and I did draw some par-allels (haha) between Gakushuu and Karma during the fic, so I decided par would be nice.

Canyon is my nice little Madoka Magica/Assclass angst fic and honestly I named it canyon because of the writing prompt that went something like "For every heartbreak, a crack appears in the earth. The larger the crack, the more painful the hurt. Tell me the story of the grand canyon." Yes, it's an angst fic. No, there isn't actually any mention of canyons in the fic.

The title of Jettison came about because there was one of those text adventure mobile games I played (it was called Seedship) where you were an AI on a spaceship and you had to make decisions to pilot it. One of the scenarios was having a meteor crash into one of your probes or something like that, and you watched it slowly jettison away into the nothingness of space, where it will remain drifting, orbitless, forever. My fic was about vampire Karma and water nymph Gakushuu. I have not played the game in years but it that specific text scene came to mind and I thought, "that's exactly the vibe I want this fic to have", so Jettison it was.

Another ridiculous example: Over and Under, which was a fic about trans Gakushuu, came about because I thought of Shrek. The moral of Shrek is to love who you are <3, which is relevant enough to the message of he fic itself? Anyways you know that scene in Shrek forever after where Shrek and Fiona tie a large shoelace knot over a dragon? One of their shoelace typing steps is "Over the castle and under the bridge" (or something similar) and it was stuck in my head, so there.

What am I even rambling about

I can go in depth about my title choices if anyone wants. Just @/ask me with whichever title that intrigues you HAHA

Anways I'm bad at titles. Tagging is pretty standard to me, and my summaries are just normally a short edited snippet of a chapter that I think discusses what happens in the fic. Rather straightforward - it's the titles that make me do so much mental gymnastics

#writing #ao3 #write #title

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stevethehairington · 4 years ago

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Tagged by: the lovely @scimitar-and-longsword 💕💕

Name(s): my name is Mack, and if this also includes like usernames too then my ao3 is macksdramaticshenanigans and obviously yall can see my tumblr url lol. i have a fandom twitter but i hate twitter so i barely go on it lmao.

Fandom(s): oh boy haha this is a loooong list. as of right now, the main fandoms i’m involved in are The Old Guard and Trust FX, but in the past i’ve written for Skam, Marvel, Good Omens, Love Simon/Simon vs., Shameless, and IT. and ofc there are some fandoms i have not written for that i casually enjoy as well.

Where you post: all my fics are posted on ao3! or are sitting in my wips folder lol. i’ve ocsasionally posted some snippets of writing here to tumblr, but none of those are like full on, proper fics, mostly just me rambling off some thoughts i had about whatever characters in whatever scenarios

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): Imagine Being Loved By Me (918 kudos) ((so close to 1k holy shit!!!! if it got to 1k i think i’d actually die of happiness omg)) this is my Good Omens smut fic lmfao, crowley is fantasizing and aziraphale makes it a reality skgjsd. i’m actually pretty damn pleased with how this one turned out, and i never expected it to get that many kudos so that makes me ridiculously happy sfjgfg. (and also podfixx made a podfic of this fic which made me INSANELY happy like that is the coolest thing ever)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos): I Have Hella Feelings For You (697 kudos) ahhh this one!! this one is actually my very first ever chaptered fic!! it’s a skam fic, and i have the most distinctive memory of me sititng in my dorm bed freshman year of college, furiously typing away at my laptop everyday for a week because i somehow managed to post a chapter every day until it was finished, which meant i was writing a new chapter everyday. like damn, i really peaked with that huh? lmao

Favorite story you’ve written so far: ahh okay not to like. toot my own horn kgfldg but this question is HARD bc i have a lot of favorites. i’m going to pick a favorite from each of my main fandoms i’ve written for because i’m an Indecisive Hoe okay fdjdf.

- From Marvel: Just Called To Say I Love You this one is my wrong number stucky fic and i actually adore this one so much, and also it actually ended up being WAY more popular than i expected it to? like i was lowkey shook by how many people liked it

- From Skam: If You Love Me, If You Hate Me so. about this one. it’s probably my favorite skam fic that i’ve written. but. it also is the utter bane of my existence bc this is the one and only fic i have ever written and posted that i haven’t fnished gskgjfdlfs. it’s going on soon to be a little over 2 years of sitting on my account as an unfinished wip, but i REFUSE to mark it as abandoned bc i really genuienly DO want to finish it, i just havent written for this fandom in a while and inspiration/motivation is tricky yknow? but anyways. this fic is my soccer au!! it was a gift for a secret santa exchange i believe to a dear friend of mine and i still feel awful that i never finished it but. one day!!

- From Love Simon/Simon vs.: Where I Like You Best i am actually obsessed with this one. is that weird to say about your own fic? i enjoy reading a good soulmate au, but writing them has always been SO daunting to me bc i never feel like my ideas are original enough or like things that havent been done a lot for that trope. but for this one!!! omg i found the BEST prompt for it and it fit these characters SO well and i wrote it and i ended up absolutely loving how it turned out, and i was so proud of myself for writing a pretty successful soulmate au.

- From Shameless: Wooden Floors, Walls, and Window Sills so this one was my second ever gallavich fic, and it’s probably my favorite because i think it’s the best characterization i got of them in all of my fics, and good characterization is one of the most important things to me when i write fic.

- From IT: To What We Might Do is my favorite reddie fic i’ve written! i definitely projected onto richie a teeny tiny bit in it for some parts lmfao, but yeah idk i just love how this one turned out a whole lot, and i enjoyed how i ended it too (esp since endings can be very difficult for me lol). ((BUT also a special shoutout to my fic Imagine Me and You, I Do bc that one is just pure fluff and i adore the concept of someone being just so absolutely in love with someone doing something so incredibly simple and it just rocks their world)

- From Good Omens: I Want To Know What Love Is (did i use the most cheesy title ever? absolutely. do i love it? absolutely.) anyways this fic is one where crowley the demon experiences love and promptly thinks he’s dying.

Fic you were nervous to post: ooh, i mean i’m always pretty anxious about any fic i post because i never know if it’s going to be recepted well or if people are going to like it or hate it or if anyone is even going to read it or repsond to it. especially if the fic is a gift for someone, because i just really want that person to like it yknow? but yeah idk if theres one in particular i was more nervous to post than any others... i guess maybe any smut fic? just bc i never know if the smut is even any good lol

How do you choose your titles?: eaaaaasy, i usually pick song lyrics lol, ocassionally i’ve used lines from a poem, and a few times i’ve gone with a pun, but mostly it’s song lyrics. i usually find a song with lyrics that i think will fit, or if there’s a particular song that vibes well with the fic or that i listened to repeatedly while writing the fic i’ll try to pick the best lyric from that one.

Do you outline?: yes and no lol. it honestly depends. sometimes i outline extensively, but other times i just sit in front of a doc and let whatever happens happen.

Complete: on my ao3 account i have 80 works completed (will be 81 once i finally finish that one single unfinished wip i have posted gahhh). but i know in my wips folder i have a at least one finished fic that i have not and probably will not post. there are also some other things in my wips folder that like technically could be conisdered finished too, but it’s not up to my posting standards so until i fix it so it is it’ll just sit there lol.

In-Progress: honestly there are too many to count lol. i have a shiiiiiit ton of wips (as yall will know if you saw that one ‘tell us about ALL your wips’ tag game post that was going around that i did lol).

Coming soon/not yet started: tbh see above answer bc it’s pretty much the same lol.

Prompts?: so the thing about prompts is that i would LOVE to take them, but it’s very very tricky bc i’m a super specific kind of gal and if i don’t vibe with the prompt it’s very difficult for me to write anything for it. but then there’s also the fact that inspiration/motivation are fickle bitches and they come and go as they please and so taking prompts is hard bc i never know if the stars will align and all that jazz for me to be in the ~ right mood ~ to work on a prompt. this is the exact reason why i have SO MANY sitting in my inbox right now, and i feel so bad for just letting them sit there but ughhh brain function?? how?? lol

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: sooooo i don’t necessarily have any specific works in progress right now (i’ve been so busy lately that writing has been the last thing on my mind and so i haven’t touched anything in weeks) but. i guess if i can ever get my shit together and finish the primo fic i’m close to finishing i’m pretty excited to post that! or honestly if i can actually get myself to finish any of the tog wips i have i’d be suuuper excited to post any of those bc i have not yet posted any tog fics!!

anways!! if you made it to this point thanks for sticking w me and reading through my long winded rambly answers lmao

Tagging: @peachykoya @wandering-scholar-lad @raynertodd @cluelessheroes @pinesboi @thewolvesrunwild @1derspark

#tag game #my wips #mack writes

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hotdadlicense · 6 years ago

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ahh for my dearest zhenya @fapfapfashion lover! heres that bfu post i said id make for you like monnnnnths ago i PROMISE i never forgot! just :(:( life. but anyway this was FUN i love youuuu! disclaimer: im not rly in the fandom this is all stuff i see through like just some friends reblogging stuff every now and again and whenever i go to the tag to find stuff sometimes but ANWAY I HOPE its semi coherent <3<3<3 love YOU.

OKAY I FEEL LIKE i said YEH ILL MAKE YOU A MASTERPOST FUCK YEAH but now im like hmmm making a buzzfeed unsolved masterpost is.......not that much cos its like? all there on their youtube channels like its not like music or stuff where theres yknow albums! singles! unreleased songs! special live performances! music videos! documentaries! band info! like its all over on buzzfeed multiplayer youtube and buzzfeed unsolved network youtube but whatever i can ramble about dumb shit and link some stuff so ayeee.

heres the links to the actual videos:

SUPERNATURAL

+ season one // two // three // four // five

+ supernatural: postmortem

TRUE CRIME

season one // two // three // four

+ true crime: postmortem

all eps in order (including postmortem)

personal favs

a vid that bab @chantillystars linked me and i watch it every time im feelin not fresh so i can smile

someone elses better done video round up master post! op ur incredible

now under the cut cos i realy did ramble :(

okay so THE HOSTS!

RYAN BERGARA (insta//twitter)

the fucking creator and inventer of bfu its his baby and im so proud of him and how far its come <3

when the season finale of the latest supernatural premiered it trended at number 1 over the fucking new lion king trailer and he got emo on twitter and insta about it and i cried a lil bit

fucking loves sports basketball or whatever themeparks popcorn and paddington bear

not scared enough of ghosts to not sleep in a haunted house but is scared enough that he absolutely will scream the whole entire time that he is in said haunted house

first ghost encounter was on the queen mary when he was a teenager. the ghost knocked his toothpaste of the shelf and he freaked. and now he has shat his pants at every bump in the night since. icon!

works his ass for to produce mass amounts of content for us like its fucking insane? all up there are like 9 seasons of bfu plus post-mortems and its only been going since 2014?? plus everything else hes got happening??

rly sweet and funny but like in a frat boi kinda way but like. a frat boi you could trust?

SHANE MADEJ (insta//twitter)

wasnt actually the original cohost!

(BRENT was the orignal host but had to beg out a couple episodes in cos he was juggling too many commitments so which fair!)

ryan and shane were desk partners and longtime buzzfeed pals that ? if i remember correctly? interned together back when they first started?

ryan turned to shane one day and was like ‘yo, wanna cohost this show with me?’ and shane was like 'sure.’ and honestly trying to picture it now without shane?? okay ryan and shane just bounce off each other so well theyre like a dream team. god bless them being desk buddies and work pals.

shanes a freak

does not believe in ghosts spirits orbs and all things that go bump in the night like he seems to genuinely want to but like. science and his big ass brain wont let him.

very smart! can rly work a patterned floral shirt! or plaid! kinda gives a dad vibe in glasses but then he talks and its like okay please never supervise a child!

v into history! so much so that he has his own lil show on buzzfeed aka:

RUINING HISTORY

stars him along with ryan and sara (his beautiful and smart and talented gf who also works at buzzfeed <3) with some other ever changing cohosts

hes also responsible for The Hot Dog Saga aka THE HOTDAGA and i know there are people that adore it but! in their own words! id rather walk into the sea.

ryan, too, hates the hotdaga and i feel like this was? about the hotdaga after shane sung something fuck if i remmebr

RYAN + SHANE

these gifs are from the ?second ep? i saw of them honestly it rly sums up the ryan/shane dynamic i guess

but like. the way ryan looks and laughs whenever shane says something mildly funny? hearteyes mutherfucker

above when i said shanes a freak? yeah.

ryan letting shane live as long as he has? true friendship

whenever theyre at the lil desk in their lil basement talking cases shane just talks shit and ryan just lets him and i fucking love them

the LAST FRAME

oh one time they lucked out with a hotel that had a jacuzzi tub <3

yknow what? this was actually kinda sweet. like yeh bitch

shane madej: nations greatest tragedy.

i can hear this in my head just looking at these gifs and it makes me laugh everytime and thats BAD cos a child fucking died

shanes a freak pt.2

OH SHIT one time in postmortem they joked that brent was coming back and shane was leaving and fuck? they had to actually address that it was a joke fUCK

its not all shittalking and screaming there really is some fond and happy shit too

bfu most recognisable and iconic line.

shanes hottest pick up lines when hes on site

the comments on the video for this ep about this part are fucking hilarious please read when you watch that ep

okay its common knowledge that shanes a demon which ill tlak about in a sec but THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE? ryans the fucking demon. like the way hes just standing there, hands clasped behind his back, giving shane (whos acting like a CHILD) that Look? demon bout to kill the dumbass chillin at a haunted house on halloween. come to collet a soul or 10. magical!

OKAY SO SHANE TALKS SOME BIG GAME IN THE EPS but HIS love for ryan will always melt my heart like HE LOVES and cares about ryan so much and supports buzzfeed unsolved so much and whenever things get dumb on social media shanes ready to call it out and make a post or just like. praise ryan (like he rightfully deserves) and yeah im emo about it anyway hes shane being cute part one and heres shane REALLY FUCKING going all out (!!!!!!!!!!.meme)i LOVE him also being cute part two

‘id walk into the sea.’

shanes a freak pt.3

ryan: “Are ghosts real?” shane: *this dumb face*

NERDS

i laughed for like 10 minutes the first time i watched this part thankyou shane

THEM LAUGHING TILL THEY CRIED ABOUT SOMEONE THAT DIED PLAYING THE PIANO

a real insight to shanes mind

ryan really puts up with this

shane got a bowlcut once just for funsies like okay youre no joba but good job i guess

TROPES/ICONIC MEMES/WAHTEVER:

shanes a demon

+ free real estate.meme

+ the office.meme

+ he aint right

+ JALDSHFK FUCK

+ ryan acknowledging that shane is a demon thankyou

+ like the good thing about having a guest fill in on the few times shanes been away has been ryan always being like okay so the demons not here so lets just acknowledge That

goatsman bridge

+ the video that started all this aka the one you reblogged hehhehe

+ what a fucking JOKE

+ an absolute JOKE

+ bridge owner fuck OFF

+ ksdjhfgjhsdkj.meme

sallie house

+ shane was insufferable this episode i fell in love for real how did ryan LIVE

+ like imagine trying to feel your heart beating while fucking shanes over there doing That

+ rock n roll buckaroo

+ swell has become apart of my daily vocal i hate

bobby mack

+ ‘hey there demons. its me, ya boi.’

+ ‘and frankly i dont believe in you, so i feel like im writing a letter to santa claus right now.’

+ tweet.meme

+ overall a great ep

+ can shane calm the fuck down okay i need ryan to make it out of this SAFELY and ALIVE

father thomas

+ ryans FACE also shane being that annoying sibling to ur parents

+ father thomas really went into this thinking he could help these boys to be fair shane was taking notes. ryan was just? dying inside

+ freak

+ imagine being like a 70 yr old priest hearing some dudes walking into ur congregation and overhearing ‘jesus said chill.’

bigfoot

+ ryan does not rly believe in bigfoot but shane does so like you win some you lose some

+ in the least shippy way possible this epsiode is ultimate soft gays going on a hike

+ like its just such a sweet domestic ep

+ <3

+ just happy babbey

#probably missing a lot and theres a lot of sources missing cos....... i dont have a bfu blog so none of my shits correctly tagged #like nivks is ORGANISED cos its dedicated but...... i only have one bfy tag oops #but HOPE U LIKE IT AND ITS LIKE a little bit informative #buzzfeed unsolved #bfu

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wwe-fluff-fic · 8 years ago

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Randy Orton - Should’ve Listened

Randy Orton - Prompt #33 and #69: “Bite me.” “If you insist” and “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.

Requested for - Anon

Warnings - Swearing, Implied smut (idk)

Word Count - 996 words.

Another successful Smackdown live pay-per-view in the bag! A huge win for you and your bestfriend Nikki Bella in a tag match against Natalya and Carmella was the icing on the cake and now it was time for the celebrations to begin.

A local bar had been hired out and everyone’s drinks pre-paid for by the big boss himself and it was safe to say that everyone; even the most sensible of superstars were totally wasted and you (normally one of the sensible ‘mothers’) found yourself talking to one of the guys you hated most out of the whole roster; Randy Orton.

In fact, you weren’t just talking to him - you were blatantly flirting with him and the sober part of you was still trying to listen to the angel on your shoulder (and you really knew you should be)- the side of your conscience that was still aware of who you were becoming involved with, the side that was screaming at you to go and find Nikki and John or even Naomi. But in your alcohol induced haze he was captivating you and your devil was winning. Everything about this man you usually despised was so intriguing and he was captivating your thoughts and damn he was putting your mind in the gutter - but did you really care right now?

Muscles straining against a tight white button up, those muscular thighs framed perfectly in a pair of tight fitting jeans, you could feel yourself gawking at him as he aimlessly rambled on about something you frankly didn’t care about. But you could see the staring being reciprocated clear as day as his blue eyes gazed upon your cleavage perfectly framed in a fitting maroon dress (that Nikki and basically forced you to wear)

A giggle bubbled from your lips as you caught him staring, you went to move off of your bar stool but almost toppled over partly as a result of the alcohol and partly due to your stupid heels (that surprise, surprise Nikki made you wear) . Randy caught your arm and with a smirk ‘accidentally’ brushed pulled your smaller frame against his in order to support you - although even he stumbled in his worse for wear state.

“I think I should get you home” he mumbled into your ear spinning you around looping your arm through his. You nodded dizzily and giggled as you two stumbled to the bar exit - some part of you still looking around to make sure no one saw you and him leaving and to be honest, at this point you didn’t care that he was the most arrogant and self-conceited man on the whole roster. You were getting laid - and after months of no action it was a completely feasible idea to your drunken mind.

Soft moans escaped your lips as he threw you onto the somewhat uncomfortable mattress in your seedy hotel room, but the idea of no luxury was quickly dispersing from your brain and being replaced with pure bliss as Randy worked magic all over your body. Every nerve tingling at his very touch, you could tell he was teasing you, with painstakingly slow and light movements. He chuckled at your absentminded whines and whimpers before you really caught his attention.

“Bite me” you growled at him placing a harsh kiss on his lips, you received an even more animalistic growl back from Randy before he gave you a wink.

“If you insist” he murmured before attacking your neck - and if you were honest the rest of the night was just one pleasurable blur; one that almost certainly kept everyone awake.

You grabbed your phone of the bedside table, you head spinning and that unpleasant sick and hungover feeling washed over your body - along with some sort of muscle ache. You groaned aloud looking at the time 8:45 - far too early. You dropped your phone back down and rolled over only to be met with the warm presence of a body and a large tattooed arm slung over your waist and that’s when everything from last night came rushing back. As you continued to mull over what had happened the ultimate worst finally set in, you slapped your hand against your face in disgust and horror realising that you, last night did the deed with the most unbearable man on the the entire fucking roster.

“Fuck sake!” you pretty much screamed waking the ever vain viper, he smirked as he turned his head to face you.

“Morning Gorgeous” he chuckled grabbing your hips a smug smirk etched onto his stupid face. You grimaced and forcefully shoved his hands off of your hips, standing up from the bed and dragging the sheet with you.

“Get out of my room, now” you huffed calmly launching his boxers at his chest, he once again snickered that always present cockiness radiating from him.

“C’mon you don’t want me to leave Y/N, you want this again” he motioned to his tanned also naked body. You flared your nostrils in anger taking in a deep breath trying to keep calm.

“I mean it Ran-” he interrupted you with some crude remark that you wouldn't waste your time paying attention to and that’s when you finally snapped. You stroppily gathered the rest of his clothes from last night and threw them in his direction. “I’m fucking serious Randy, you have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you” you screamed manically from across the bed. He looked at you in shock as he slowly slid on his clothes and walked towards the door. He gave you one last look over his shoulder,

“You know you loved it Y/N” he sneered before slamming the door. You collapsed on your bed, head in your hands. What the fuck did i do you thought to yourself shaking your head in abysmal shame as you thought about all of last nights events.

A/N: Hey guys another imagine finally here, Nikkii and I are so sorry we had exams last week so we didn’t even have time to breathe that’s why we were a bit inactive however, they’re over now which means hopefully we can get a few more imagines out for you guys! Also regarding Nikkii’s social media imagines the should be out tomorrow as she as had some troubles with her internet today. Anway, hope you guys enjoy this (slightly smuttier than usual) imagine ~ Moxxii

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