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reevesdriver · 3 months ago

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The 141 Clinic: Crack It (NSFW)

Summary: Your lower back is killing you so when you mention it to your mum and she recommends a gruff and handsome chiropractor that can work wonders with his hands who are you to refuse?

Word count: 2625

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): Captain John Price / AU Chiropractor Price

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Pervert behaviour / Masturbation / Fingering / Oral sex (Fem Receiving) /

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(AN: I woke up in the middle of the night and my back was killing me and this idea came to my head so enjoy. Also I've always wanted to go to a Chiropractor and get cracked like a glow stick, is that normal or am I just getting old??) (Also I'm not a chiropractor but I've seen some videos here and there so for the sake of the fic let's pretend I know what I'm talking about.)

Your back was well and truly, fucked. After throwing it out doing something you can't remember you'd popped some painkillers and hoped for the best. Unfortunately for you no matter how much resting, stretching and painkiller taking you did nothing seemed to be working. A few days post back throw-out you were sat in your mums kitchen slowly massaging your lower back with a grimace on your face.

"Oh dear, has the pain not subsided yet?" She stopped in the middle of her conversation to ask when she saw the pained look on your face.

"Normally it goes after a day or two but it's been almost a week now and it's still the same."

"Hmm." She thought. "My friend Val said there is masseuse clinic that opened up not too long ago next to that new gym. I'll get the number from her hold on."

Before you could protest she left the room to grab her phone, it couldn't hurt to go and see a professional could it? If you went to the doctors they would tell you to rest and take painkillers and so far that had done nothing for you so why not give it a go? She returned to the room, phone in hand, and opened on a text message thread. "Val said to ask for John Price, he's the Chiropractor who helped her hubby with his back pain a few months ago. She said he's very handsome too."

You nod adding the number to your phone and choosing not to acknowledge the last thing your mother said, her friend Val had terrible taste in men so you were positively sure that the Chiropractor would be nothing special. Pressing the number you just saved you raised your phone to your ear as it started to ring. After a few rings you heard the phone being picked up and the deep and gruff voice on the other side of the line immediately made you lose your train of thought. "Hi this is the 141 clinic how can I help you."

"Oh, uh, hi, sorry. I'm looking to book an appointment with John Price please."

"That's me love, can I take some of your details and reasoning as to why you're looking for an appointment." God his voice was like velvet, goosebumps rose on your arms and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand.

"H-Hi Mr Price." You stutter and quickly give out your name and details. "The appointment is for my back, I threw it out about a week ago and no amount of rest or painkillers is getting rid of the pain."

"Ok I see, I can fit you in tomorrow at 5pm if that's any good? If I get a cancelation I could get you in earlier but if not then it'll have to be that time please."

"Yeah, that's fine. Is there anything I need to do before the appointment?"

"Nothing at all love, just turn up and make sure you're wearing something comfortable. I'm going to put you in all sorts of positions so best not to have anything movement-restricting on." John spoke and then grinned when he heard the sharp intake of breath from the receiver.

“Ok I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow love, bye.” He hung up and added your appointment to his diary for his own record. Your mum smiled at you as you put your phone down on the counter. “Well did you get an appointment.” She asks with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, that was Mr Price on the phone, he's booked me in for tomorrow."

"Oh is that why you blushed?" She laughs.

"I'm not blushing, I just didn't expect his voice to be so deep."

"Mhmm." She smirks and you shake your head in response.

You spend the next day working from home perched on your office chair at your desk as you replied to emails and sorted through documents to try and occupy your mind. Anxiety crept in as you checked the time on your laptop and saw that it was nearing 4pm. Deciding you were done working for the day you clocked off and took a quick shower before riffling through your closet for some cycling shorts and a baggy top. They were comfortable and non-restricting, just what Mr Price had said to wear.

Once dressed you grabbed your bag and shoved your purse and a bottle of water into it before pulling up your phone and typing in the name of the business so you could get directions once you got into your car. The drive didn't take long and soon you were pulling into the almost empty car park which was dimly lit. Parking up you took your keys from the ignition and made your way towards the building after grabbing your bag and locking the car.

Entering the building you were hit with a sweet smell of flowers and fruits from the wax melt that was burning near the reception desk. An older lady with glasses perched on the edge of her nose looks up to you as you enter. "Hi Miss, can I help you?" She asks with a smile.

"Hi yes, I have an appointment with Mr Price. I'm a little early." You shift nervously.

"Of course you must be the last appointment of the day, follow me please." She says standing from her chair and rounding the desk. You anxiously follow her down a hallway and stop a little behind her as she knocks on a door before entering.

"Mr Price, this young lady has an appointment with you." She says as she holds the door open urging you to step into the doorway and you fight the urge to drop your jaw at the man sat behind a desk.

"Hi." He greets you with your name and stands extending a hand out to you. You step forwards and shake it making note of the size difference between your dainty hand and his large muscular one that had specks of hair on the knuckles. "You're free to go Dorris, lock the door on your way out please."

"Thank you Mr Price, I'll see you tomorrow." She replies and with that the door to the room shuts and you're left alone with the very handsome chiropractor.

"You seem nervous love, I've not scared you have I?"

"N-No not at all, I've just never had anything like this done before so I'm a little anxious that's all."

"Well I promise you're in safe hands, but if you feel uncomfortable at any point just let me know and we can stop ok?" He says and you nod in response. "Good, now you said it was your back that was hurting you so I'll make a start with that, if you lie down on the table for me darling I'll have a quick feel and see what I can do."

You nervously dropped your bag against the wall and took off your jacket and shoes before stepping over to the table. Kneeling into the material you quickly lie down onto your belly and rest your arms to the side of you. You feel him step to your side. "So where do you work sweetheart?" He asks as he runs his hands up and down your spine and across the expanse of your shoulder blades.

"I work from home, just admin work mostly." You explain and for once you wished you had a better sounding job.

"You spend a lot of time sat at a desk?" He asks as he feels different points on your back and gives them little tugs here and there. He's trying to work out any knots he can find before he turns to cracking and so far he's having a field day with your middle and lower back.

"Um yeah, a few hours sometimes. I try and take breaks when I can but I get so stuck into my work that sometimes I forget."

He tuts. "That's not good for your back darling no wonder you're in pain." You hum in agreement and try to steady your breathing as his digits roll over your vertebrae. "Okay I think I know where your problem is. I want you to breathe in for me when I say so doll and exhale as I push, can you do that for me?" He asks and awaits your reply.

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Good girl." He says gruffly and you clench your thighs together, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him. "Breathe in doll ... and breathe out." On the exhale his heavy hands press into your spine which cracks and almost instantly you can feel a wave of relief wash over you. The pain that was nagging you all week had finally subsided and you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan at the feeling.

"That do the trick darling?"

"Yeah, fuck, thank you."

You feel him lift the bottom of your t-shirt up. "I just need to have another feel of your back, easier to do it without clothes in the way. Can I undo your bra?" He asks and you gasp softly.

"Of course." You reply a little too quickly earning a throaty chuckle from the man. "You're an eager one aren't you." His hand runs up your bare spine and you feel his fingers pinch your bra as he expertly undoes it with just a finger and thumb.

You feel him lift a leg over the bench so he's straddling your body, his hips resting dangerously close to your arse as he rubs your back feeling each vertebrae. John reaches to the side of the table and starts to lift a section of it up, you feel your arse begin to rise in the air as your pelvis is pushed upwards from the cushioned bench.

"So, how long have you been a Chiropractor for?" You ask trying to distract your mind from the position you're in.

"About 10 years, a couple of my mates and I had the idea to put our skills together and open this place up as well as the gym next door."

"That's nice that you're all working together, you must be close."

"Yeah we are." He says and edges himself closer to you so his hips are pressing against your arse. The growing bulge in his sweatpants prods at your rear and he can hear your breaths deepen and sees your fists clench around the edge of the bench when he presses against you. He finds another spot he wants to crack and makes you breathe in again. On your exhale he presses down onto your lower back, nudging his cock against your closed arse and pushes his palms until he hears the crack.

You let out a breathy moan. Any attempts to stop the sound are futile as John bends over your body, his rough hands wrap around the sides of the bench as he lowers his mouth to your ear. "You alright there darling?"

"Mhmm, perfect." You say, your voice muffled slightly. John laughs softly, he's looking at your face, your cheeks are flushed and there's drops of sweat on your forehead. You let out another soft moan when you feel his cock twitch against your rear, eager to be touched.

John rises back up and runs his palms against your back once more, he can feel the delicate little hairs on your back rise slightly as he moves his hands to cup your arse. "I think we're all done with your appointment sweetheart." He says and you whine again. An hour had passed by so quick and although you felt relief with the pain in your back gone you still craved his touches. Your ears prick up when you hear him continue. "Unless there is anything else you'd like me to help you with?"

"Please John, touch me." Your voice more clearly now since you've raised your head to look back at him.

"Are you sure?" He questions and you quickly nod.

In one swift motion John moves his hands from your arse cheeks to the waistband and is tugging your shorts and underwear down and off your legs, discarding the clothing haphazardly across the room.

"Fuck." He mutters seeing the gloss that is smeared across your inner thighs. Your arse is still raised on the portion of the bench and he has a clear view of your leaking pussy. You wiggle your arse slightly earning a rough strike to the plump cheek. "So needy." He says and immediately dives his fingers into your sopping heat.

You moan at the intrusion, two thick fingers eagerly pump inside of your wet cunt with ease. "So wet, so warm, fuck." He groans feeling your walls clench around his digits. John retracts his fingers as quickly as he'd put them there and before you could protest the lack of him he presses his wide tongue against your pussy. Effortlessly he lifts your hips up a bit more with his hands and laps at your clit, devouring your pussy and coating his stubble with your juices.

His tongue moves feverishly between lapping the small bundle of nerves and diving into your cunt. Your nails dig into the leather of the bench as he eats your pussy better than any man ever has, spit and cum is drenching his face and your pussy so much that you almost miss the rough slaps of skin on skin as John tugs his cock.

"God John, fuck." You breathe as you cum against his face, legs jerking so much that they threaten to fall off the bench. John pulls his face from your pussy and jerks his cock quicker, throwing his head back he plasters your arse with thick ropes of cum, an animalistic moan falling from his mouth as he climaxes.

When a few seconds pass you finally speak. "Do all your clients get this kind of treatment?" You ask panting, a hint of jealousy present in your tone.

"That wouldn't be very professional of me now would it?" He replies and you laugh. He grabs some wet wipes from off his desk and cleans you up before wiping his cock and tucking it back into his pants.

“You did really well today sweetheart though I feel you would benefit with these appointments becoming a regular occurrence. I’m going to put in a recommendation for you with some of my colleagues too and we can take it from there."

You blush. "Thank you John." You say moving off the bench and tugging your shorts back up your body, your underwear nowhere in sight. Being the gentleman he is he helps you put your shoes back on and ties the laces for you before forcing his lips against yours. You can taste yourself on his mouth and tongue as runs his hands up your body and around to your back where he refastens your bra with ease.

"You're free to go." John says finally detaching his mouth from yours. You stay stood still for a moment, catching your breath and trying to calm your legs that are still numb from pleasure. John watches as you throw your bag over your shoulder and grab your jacket from the floor. He opens the door for you and leads you back to the front doors, the building now completely empty from any staff who would have been walking around before your appointment.

"I'll see you soon love." He says opening the door for you once more and allows you to step outside into the cold air. With a smile you turn away from him and slowly walk back to your car unaware of John pushing your underwear deeper into his pocket.

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heychucklenuts · 4 months ago

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RED vs BLU Merc Name Headcanons + Differences

Within TF2 it's a bit ambiguous as to whether the BLU Mercenaries are clones of the RED Mercs, if they're Doppelgangers, or some other third thing. I like to think they're Doppelgangers, and as a result, this post is gonna be both my headcanons for the names of the RED and BLU mercs (obviously canon names such as Demo or Engie's will be left in tact). Also slight comic spoilers may apply so be wary for that.

I'll not only showcase the Mercs names, but also differences between them.

If a Mercs name is the same color as their team (so, the name is red or blue), that means that is their canon name. If only one part of the name is highlighted, that is the only canon part of the name.

Without further ado, the names for the Mercs:

Scout

RED: Jeremy Herring Surname taken from one of the surnames Jerma985 has been known with: Harrington. Unsure whether this is his real surname or another cruel joke. Also a slight pun with Red Herring. His first name should be a bit obvious here, as he's named after Jerma. BLU: Jesse Alibert Honestly I've probably thought of the name because of Jesse Pinkman, unfortunately. Surname is another variation of one of Jerma985's perceived surnames, this time being the world famous Elbertson surname.

Differences:

Jeremy is well known for being the rough and tough Bostonian he is, having grown up as the runt within a family of seven (7) older brothers. He's fought his way to get what's his, and he makes sure nobody stands in the way of him and what he wants. Jesse on the other hand is someone who you shouldn't fuck with. He grew up as the older brother to a little sister, so obviously, he grew protective of her, and has beaten plenty of guys up as a result. You cross him once, you're already on a watch list. Cross him twice? Obituary.

Soldier

RED: Jane Doe This is Soldier's already perceived name, a name given to either unidentified women, or women who's names are being withheld for other reasons. And what's to say this isn't his real name? BLU: Annie Roe As much as I wanted to go down the road of just calling him "John Doe, I felt that to be a little too easy. So, I looked up a list of placeholder names used aside John and Jane Doe, and ended up combining two placeholder names, one used primarily in the UK (Anne Other/A N Other), and another US variant of the placeholder, this time Jane Roe. I chose to change his name to Annie for two reasons: Annie Oakley, and there was an American clinical psychologist and researcher by the name of Anne Roe, so I wanted differentiation.

Differences:

Jane is who we know best, our jingoistic, lead-poisoned patriot himself. He's reckless, he's loudmouthed, but nevertheless he is passionate about his livelihood, about his country, and about his team. To him, he's served his time in the armed forces, being a part of the great Gravel Wars. God bless Teufort. He tries his damnedest to be the authority of his team. Annie is on a similar page as Jane, not much difference between the two, outside of the fact he has been in the army before, though not for long. The biggest difference would be how he seems to be a bit more closed off than Jane, a bit more to himself. He doesn't seem to fully understand at times that there is a time and place to brawl.

Pyro

RED: Pyro or Lumbre The Pyro's name is one of mystery, though I'm going off a particular headcanon I have seen before, or a speculation Pyro may be from Mexico do to a lot of their cosmetics being Mexico-themed. Therefore, I'm not necessarily giving them a name, more a placeholder word, one that can mean fire or light depending on it's context. Why I say Pyro or Lumbre is that we never know, perhaps Pyro is their name. Name not highlighted do to it being Pyro's name as a Merc rather than their real name. Allegedly. BLU: Cryo or Tsumetai (冷たい) A bit of a different take on the Pyro, which I'll get into later in the differences between the Merc counterparts. Cryo would be short for Cryomaniac, an opposite to Pyro's full Pyromaniac title. The other name, Tsumetai, comes from Japanese. It describes more something feeling cold. than yourself being cold. And the reason for the Japanese name is because of another speculation, of people believing Pyro is Japanese do to their "Hadouken" taunt from holding the Shotgun or Flare Gun. Obviously this is a Street Fighter reference, and thus some believe Pyro to be Japanese as a result.

Differences:

Pyro is notorious for being ruthless on the battlefield, burning everything and everyone that they can. But, to them, it's not destruction. If anything it's creation. They're creating a lovely world of candy and unicorns, with all of their friends there to celebrate, and those from the other team there to play. Surely they're just having fun, right? ...Right? Cryo. The opposite to Pyro. They see the beauty in fire, yes. But they adore the opposite too. Ice so cold it burns your flesh, causing severe frostbite, and necrosis. But again... al they're doing too is just playing. They're bringing everyone into their winter wonderland, to make snowtanks their friends and having snowball fights with the other team. Ice can't hurt that bad... it's what makes some of the best desserts. It's what makes people happy on a hot day.

Heavy

RED: Mikhail/Misha Medved Heavy's name Mikhail, or Misha for short, is already known to be canon. As for his last name, I decided to go with one that revolved around his bear theme in the game, having 5 bear-related cosmetics, as well as his fighting and killing a bear in the comics. The surname itself means "bear" in several Slavic languages., as a side note. Funny enough in researching this, I saw a retired Ukrainian decathlete by a similar name. (Translated to Russian his name is Mikhail Medved, but in Ukrainian it's Mykhailo Medvid.) BLU: Yuriy Kaban I wanted to give BLU Heavy a similar name type assigned to RED Heavy; I.E. having a more common first name, and a surname based off of an animal to represent them. While part of me wanted to assign BLU Heavy a surname meaning wolf, I decided instead to give him a name meaning boar. And, supposedly I'll say, the word "kaban" translates to boar, or wild boar.

Differences:

Stoic yet lovable, Heavy cottles his beloved Sasha as he takes down enemies. Of course, don't take him as someone who's cold and ruthless, he can be warm and vibrant, especially given he's a big brother to Yana, Zhanna, and Bronislava. His love for Sandviches helping to feed all of the other mercs, and his love of (and doctorate in) Russian literature making him so well read. But again, don't doubt him. He's the same man who can turn around and slam a bear on it's back and kill it if he chooses to do so. Yuriy is a man shrouded in mystery... somehow a bit more so than Spy is. For whatever reason he'd rather keep his past hidden from everyone else. What is known is he has a younger sister, similarly to Misha. It's theorized he came from similar origins as Misha, but something happened to the majority of his family before being sent to the gulag. While as deadly as Misha, he practices gentler hobbies to relax, such as sewing, or reading. He likes to take book recommendations from the other Mercs, and maybe even from Misha himself.

Demoman

RED: Tavish Finnegan DeGroot A man of many names, three to be exact. And All of these names boast some sort of a significance, being there as references to different cultural terms. Those being Black Scots, Black Irish, and Black Dutch, in that order. The last two being in reference to black people who have some ties to either Ireland or the Netherlands, but those ties not being ethnic. Meanwhile with Black Scots, that's more in reference to those descendant of freed African house servants who stayed in Scotland. All that is in blue is referenced from Demoman's official TF2 Wikipedia pageb and I felt it nexessary to elaborate more on that as I've done with some of the other Merc's names, and their origins. BLU: Aulay/Owl Tuinstra His first name is an interesting one, with one of its name variants (or one of the Anglicized versions of his name) being Humphrey. Aulay has a certain feel to it though that, to me fits a Demoman, and his nickname Owl may showcase his personality versus the RED Demoman. The surname of Tuinstra is a mixed one, being of West Frisian and Dutch origins, and his surname could roughly translate to "inhabitant of a garden", Tuin meaning garden, and the West Frisian suffix -stra meaning inhabitant of.

Differences:

The loveable drunk himself, Tavish is someone who defies all logic by being able to drink heavily, and not feel a thing. Though being in love with his own liver has something to do with it. He's a dastardly foe shooting bombs for people to step on and blow themselves up. Tav himself is damn well a multi-millionaire too, holding down three jobs, even if his mom says he's lazy. He's hardworking, and he's someone you don't wanna fuck with. Coming from more humble beginnings than Tavish, Owl grew up on a farm his family owned, still receiving the same scoldings of not working hard enough, despite being a bit wealthier as an adult. Like Tav, he's a man who can pack scrumpy and other types of alcohol. His nickname Owl does give a hint as to who he is though, being logical, independent, and a bit curious about different things... including cracking the cosmde between the RED and BLU team's relationship.

Engineer

RED: August Conagher Not too much to say about the Engineer in RED, or his name. These two get to be our mystery Mercenaries for the time being. BLU: Dell Conagher The real Dell Conagher, as shown in both the story comics, and Loose Canon. There's not much that I can say about him, or his name, other than that the BLU Engineer is Dell Conagher.

Differences:

The Engineer in RED, the one who may be a little too interested in how to become robotic, but he isn't the Engineer we've come to know. August's past is for his eyes only, being someone of an unknown past, but of possible relation to Dell. He seems to deny that though... possibly angry at the man for keeping Radigan's plans and blueprints all to himself. Dell is who we have come to know as the Engineer. He's the lovable Texan with a bit of a sadistic streak at times, and someone who also holds plenty of secrets, namely from his team. He's loyal to The Administrator and to Mann Co. as a whole, God knows what would happened if he went against the company.

Medic

RED: Dr. Ludwig, Ludwig Humboldt, Joseph Ludwig The only thing that is confirmed regarding Medic's name is some aspect of it being Ludwig. It was thought for a while this may be his last name, due to page 208 of The Naked and The Dead. The only reason this ever got questioned was because of the Rottenburg map, and the pharmacy named Humboldt's Pharmacy. Due to some of Medic's past lore, this likely caused people to wonder if Ludwig was his first name, and the pharmacy being of his actual surname. Though there was also the name given by Gaming Heads when they were promoting the Medic figuring: that being Joseph Heliburger. Though this is said to be non-canon. So, while his name is left as Dr. Ludwig, or Mr. Ludwig, I could see his name being either or of the names I listed above as headcanons. BLU: Andrea Weis An example of me kind of just picking and choosing what felt right, for some reason this name stuck as a possibility for BLU Medic. The name Andrea can mean manly, and is of Greek origin, while Weis can mean clever, wise, or experienced, which I think fits with the Medic class as a whole. Not to mention the possibility of BLU Scout getting pissy with him and calling his Dr. Whizz, and getting a kidney removed as a result.

Differences:

Cruel, sadistic, a strong love for bones and gore. Dr. Ludwig is a strange figure of mysterious origins, and while he is someone who wants to experiment for his own pleasure, don't get the wrong idea about him. He's not entirely careless though, caring about his team, and their well-being. He shifts all medical logic in their favor, as well as all standard logic to ensure he owns all of their souls. That way, in life and in death, the team may always be united. Dr. Weis on the other hand is a much more careful figure, even if he does take a same sadistic pleasure in what he does. And unlike Dr. Ludwig, he's actually gone to medical school. Weis does his job, being the teams healer, but other than that, he's a bit more to himself, usually found in his lab studying, or working on an unnamed cadaver. He prefers the quiet, as the constant calls to him can get a bit grating on the ears. So much so to the point he's considered quitting, but the unlimited money is too worth it to leave.

Sniper

RED: Mick Mundy At least a half of his name has been confirmed, with Mundy being his surname, and what he seems to go by the most. As for his first name being Mick, I'm genuinely unsure if that's been officially stated as being his first name, seeing as it was just on the back of the box of the Sniper action figure. One thing to say though, if it turns out his name is Mick, part of me wonders if he's using a shortened version of the name Michael, and doesn't like people calling him by his first name. Not to mention his supposed first name seems to be a Crocodile Dundee reference (not surprising since he has the Crocodile Mun-Dee cosmetic.) Other than that, the surname Mundy is a bit rare to come by, and either comes from Norman or Irish origin, and could possibly mean "Son of Monday". And his birth name Mun-dee is offbranded Superman lore, if Superman were a sniper instead of a superhuman. BLU: Lawrence/Laz Walker Pivoting from RED Sniper to what I assume could potentially be a more common name. I'll be honest this was one of the names where is was a series of shrugs instead of thought, mostly due to Sniper cosmetics, and the fact some people may have believed his name to be Lawrence because of the Lawrence of Australia item set. (A reference to the 1962 film Lawrence of Arabia.) As for the nickname of Laz, I can only explain it as it sounds more like a name for a Sniper than Larry. Do not question me. As for his last name Walker, I just decided "fuck it", giving him the 14th most common last name in Australia, versus RED Sniper's more unique last name.

Differences:

Adopted to Mr. and Mrs. Mundy, hailing from New Zealand to then be shot to the surface, raised to be Australian. Mundy isn't cruel like Dr. Ludwig, quite the opposite. He takes his job seriously, every shot being calculated to a T. Not exactly the friendliest of people, seeing as his job has had him isolated for long periods of time, but he's not completely cold to his team. He hangs out with them, he has fun with them. Serious and stoic he may be, he's found a love for his job, and for his teammates. Contrary to popular belief, he does not smell like piss. He takes care of himself and makes sure he's fresh for the day. Laz was born and raised in Australia, living in one of the underground homes of Coober Pedy up until he became an assassin. A cozy life for him he wishes to return to, but the town of Teufort offers an odd familiarity to him. It isn't the same, no, but it suffices. Laz isn't so much cold as he is introverted, preferring to keep his peace rather than interact with the other Mercs too much. The more he's worked with Team Fortress though, the more he's opened up, telling the Mercs stories of when he was growing up, and what it was like to have to dust yourself off after using the bathroom, or getting knocked on the head by loose minerals. Cryo seems to try and help Laz fill in the void of that by dropping sand and pebbles on him at random.

Spy

RED: René Èviter With RED Spy, I wanted to give him a very common French name, as that's what I feel like suits him the best. Thus, I named him René. (Bonus points because in the back of my head I can hear his full name being Simon René Èviter, with him usually omitting his first name. That's a give or take though. As for his surname, Èviter... it roughly translates from French to "to avoid", which is both a pun off his spywork, and his role as Scout's father. BLU: Florent Mercier More of a unique name, to a degree, and there's a reason why I named him Florent which I'll elaborate on shortly. I'll say I believe him to be RED Spy's more sensitive counterpart, so giving him a name that may be seen as more delicate in nature (translating to "flowering" from French), was a good choice. His surname, I just chose at random. Though I had to pivot from calling him Mercer as that's more an English and Scottish (and I believe Catalonian) variant, whilst Mercier is the French version, translating to "merchant".

Differences:

René is a sneaky man, conniving and quick footed. Nothing is known about him, where he lived, or even really who he is. All that's known is you should watch your back for him... and that he's quite the ladies man, seeming to sweep the Scout's mother off her feet, as well as countless other women. Make no mistake, he can steal your lady like he steals control points. More on the side of planning before acting, and less of a braggart, Florent lives up to a delicate nature. He's not someone who shies away from confrontation, no. He'll take a person head-on for whatever it is they've tried to do to him. But he isn't as flashy as his RED counterpart, preferring to stay humble about his spending habits. In his case too, he seems to be a little more than just a ladies man, rumors circling around the base that he may have a fondness for men too...

This took way too long to work on by the way, couple that with my newfound headache.

Was gonna do age headcanons too but I wanna sleep.

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tsunamiiseas · 4 months ago

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Any headcanons you have that separate red and blu team from tf2?

Hi and thank you very much for asking!! I'm dumb but I'm assuming this is asking what hcs I have that seperate the RED and BLU teams in TF2, so I'll be getting into it! Warning: lots of reading AAGS

For starters, they obviously have different names and personalities, but the difference is how they go about with it; RED team [with the exception of Spy] are very open with their real names and don't hide who they are because, why should they? They're literally employees assigned to kill other people and get to avoid permanent death as a bonus, they've got more to worry about than their public appearance to other teams. The most closed-off members would be Spy and Sniper as their occupations require them to be so, but apart from them, everyone else is quite extroverted!

BLU team, on the other hand... to say they're cautious is an understatement, because they have codenames, specific signals and gestures, goddamn BOOBY TRAPS, you get the whole shebang. They're all relatively reserved and closed off, even the BLU Scout, but thyy're actually quite close and open to eachother! While their... safety measures are a little over-the-top, it's not completely unreasonable. I mean, permanently losing your previous Medic and Scout to an uncalled ambush and a malfunctioning respawn system doesn't leave a good impression on you, does it now?

Each class also has little details and characteristics that differentiate them from their opposite counterparts, apart from their clothes and cosmetics. For starters, the RED Scout has blue eyes and short brown hair, while the BLU Scout's eyes are yellow and has his hair into a small ponytail. The RED Engineer's robot hand is his right, but it's the left hand for his BLU counterpart. RED Heavy is bald unlike the BLU Heavy, who is also an avid writer. The BLU Sniper wears a different pair of aviators and has a scar that runs across his face, that didn't heal after he was sent to respawn by the RED Spy. The BLU Medic is partially blind while the RED Medic has heightened vision due to literally surviving Satan. The BLU Demo has fabulous tied locks that would put Rapunzel to shame. The BLU Soldier has a pot for a helmet, a pickaxe for a shovel and is most likely clinically insane. The Pyros are virtually the same, except the BLU Pyro is probably depressed. The Spies are also quite similar, probably because they want to be able to replace eachother so they can backstab the other's teammates. [I'd get into detail more, such as names and behaviour, but this post would be too long]

Their routines are also different; on match-free days, RED usually stays active for most of the daytime from dawn to dusk, while BLU is primarily active from early afternoon to midnight. The RED base is located in a desert-like area by huge rock-like structures, and the BLU base is situated in a cold area. This is even weirder when you consider the fact that both bases aren't so far from eachother, almost being a 20-30 minute drive. Which is stupid, in RED Scout's opinion.

They also have different pets!!! RED Sniper could only wish he had a pet croc like his BLU counterpart does, but he's just as happy with his owl buddy Sir Hootsalot 🫶 BLU Engineer also has a mechanized cat, as a contrast to RED Engineer's robot dog.

I'd love to go more in-depth about all the differences I hc about both teams, but perhaps that will be for another post. In the meantime, I hope yall enjoy this as I haven't been active lately AGHHSGDF ty for asking again!!

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gnabnahc-143 · 1 year ago

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Love is what we make of it pt.2 | L.K

Pairing: Lee know x reader

Summary: you knew love with him wouldn’t be easy but you never knew you’d break so fast, now living in a new city, months after your heavy decision, you start to realize you couldn’t love anyone else.

Genre: hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff

wc: 4.0k

Song suggestion: Someone to stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Notes: I couldn’t help but model the couple with semantic error cause I love that show but here is a part 2 cause I couldn’t just leave it at that. Thank you @antoniorhinothethird for the request, I hope you like it <3

Part 1

Music blared as heavy lights blinded you, too in your own head to move along the bodies crashing against you. It had been months since your departure, impulsively moving to a new city as you couldn’t handle the memories that flashed around whilst doing daily chores, just hoping one day all aspects of who you were would burn because thats the only remnant left reminding you of what you had let go. There is not a moment of the past that you could remember without him, whether it was as friends or lovers, all your life you thought he’d be the only constant, and yet here you were trying to cling on to the memory of his voice as it started fade. You knew with a quick google search, you’d easily be able to hear it again, but you thought you didn’t deserve that.

Now in a sea of people with your new-found friends mingling against you, all eyeing different people they hope to take home, you found it impossible to do the same. Your heart has only ever beat for him, even during your school years as you and minho both attracted your own line of suitors, never once did you look at them, keeping your eyes on your supposed best friend. Looking back you wondered how you both never noticed that fact, that no matter what, your eyes never strayed and neither did his. Yet only after decades of knowing each other, and a small fluffy creature came into your lives, did your relationship grew. You chuckled bitterly at the thought, maybe if you had the courage to make the first move, the relationship with a man you considered your first and only love could have lasted longer, living only for a few months.

‘Not a even a year and I already broke’ you thought, cursing yourself for hurting the man you’ve always loved.

Suddenly you felt the atmosphere suffocate you, desperately needing an escape. “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink” you shouted over the loud music, yelling the statement aimlessly to any of your friends but it seemed to fall to deaf ears as they were too preoccupied eyeing their targets for the night. Rolling your eyes you decided they wouldn’t look for you anyways, hastily shoving your way to the quiet-in-comparison bar. You waved at the bartender to order another drink whilst your thoughts continued to consume you.

“Penny for your thoughts” you heard someone mutter beside you

You sucked in a breath as the man beside you seemed to pop out of nowhere, he was extremely good looking, you couldn’t lie, his figure was tall with broad shoulders complimented with a soft yet chiseled face, his monolided eyes holding a certain kindness that made you almost consider pouring your heart out to him.

“Just a lot on my mind” you replied, smiling tightly, hoping he’d take the hint that you were unavailable…even if you unhappily were

“Who better to let it out on than a stranger, you’ll know I won’t snitch since I wouldn’t know who to” he chuckled “plus if you think this is a coy plan to hit on you, I promise I do have a boyfriend who is currently in the toilet but I saw you look troubled and couldn’t help but see if you’re alright” At this point you were desperate for another opinion, as all your friends currently on the dance floor who had heard about the break up had replied with a generic “it’s been months, men are shit, lets go clubbing to take your mind off it”. So you caved, thinking about where you should start when suddenly you heard a blunt voice speak beside you

“He's gay” a shorter man had said wrapping his arms around the taller man beside you, his eyes glaring at you thinking you had been the one to approach his boyfriend. Chuckling the other man ruffled his hair, “I approached her baby, she seemed in distress” he replied “don’t mind him, a bit of a possessive one he is”

“It’s okay, I think its cute, I could use two opinions if your ears are still open” you replied

“Try us?” the shorter man said seemingly understanding the situation quickly, his face now softened as he noticed the blankness in your eyes.

“It’s been months since I broke up with my boyfriend and I am suffering every moment of it” you chuckled, though it soon died as tears came up to your eyes as you retold your story, starting from your childhood up to the break up. Tears were streaming down your face by the end of it, “I just-, the minute I turned my phone back on I got hundreds of messages from him, from his friends, and I- I knew I regretted it, and that even years forward when I find another man to love- If I find another man to love. One word from him and I’d think about it, think about leaving everything for him, and god it hurt to know that I caused him so much pain in just one moment that I couldn’t bare to see his messages. So I blocked him cause any thought of messaging him comes with multiple reasons to stop myself, one including the fact that I hurt him, I don’t deserve that kind of comfort…I loved him so much, I still do and I don’t think I’ll ever stop but although I loved him first, I also think that someone could love him better. God now I'm crying to two strangers about it” you laughed bitterly.

Both of the men looked at each other, eyebrows furrowed thinking of a response to help ease your sobbing self. The shorter man came to rest his hand on your shoulder carefully, nodding to his boyfriend. He told me to come with both of them to take a breather. Now as we sat on the dirty ground of the clubs alley, me inbetween them with a bottle of water, my tears finally dried and my hiccups quietened.

“You alright now?” the taller one said with a comforting smile, his hand rubbed your back as you nodded.

“Okay then let me tell you something, I know how you feel, me and sangwoo started off on a very rough start” they both chuckled, you catching on to sangwoo being the shorter man next to you “to be fair to him, I was an annoying menace trying to get back at him for making me stay back instead of graduating, but as we became friends and work partners, he was…well difficult to read” the man teased

“Hyung” sangwoo whined “I just…my emotions were all over the place and yet I was also showing none of it, I admit I played push and pull, until one day I pushed it too far and it almost led to us never happening and him moving to paris. I was so dead set on the fact that I couldn’t ruin his career and that I could push all of these emotions down and one day move on…but I realized I couldn’t and well he knew”

“I was never gonna leave him, I just made it seem like I was and that gave him the push to finally let him love me. The point is, sangwoo was just like minho but if I had never shown a discomfort in the way he treated me, acting as if he had no feelings for me, then we would’ve never happened” the still unnamed man smiled at his boyfriend “I’m not saying to run back to your guy or that your decision wasn’t completely valid- because it was, but from what I can tell from your story, you’re still in love with him and you shouldn’t push it all down because you think it’s whats better for him. At the end of the day, you never know, it might've been whats WORSE for him”

“Yeah I thought I knew what was better for Jae-young hyung but I ended up being wrong, I realized that, now we’re the happiest couple I know with a succesful game design from that one little project” sangwoo smiled comfortingly “Give it a think at least, if you truly think this is whats best for the BOTH of you, then try to let him go but I think all three of us know, none of this is doing you any good”

You looked at both of them feeling a sense of relief for a surprisingly genuine response, different to everything you've heard recently, finally smiling genuinely for the first time in this whole night. “Thank you both of you, I'll think about it” you replied.

Both of the men smiled at you and you felt you finally gain true friends in this new city, “do you have a ride home? I don’t think you should be driving in this state” Jae-young asked worriedly.

“I’ll probably just walk, my place is pretty near” you replied, smiling to ease his worries.

“We’ll walk you home then? Unless you’re too uncomfortable with that?” Sangwoo added on.

“I’m not uncomfortable nor do I think any of you would hurt me but It’s just across the street and a walk alone might help me with my thoughts” you answered “but if you guys don’t mind can I have your numbers? I feel like we could be friends and I could text you when I’m home safe to ease your worries”

“That’d be great! Here put your number in my phone, jae-young forgot his” Sangwoo rolled his eyes as he handed you his phone, texting you when he saved your number to make sure you had his.

Waving them goodbye, you started your walk back to your apartment, your thoughts running wild to the point you hadn’t noticed when you arrived. Shrugging of your jacket and shoes, you checked your phone to text the guys that you had arrived home safely, when you saw what Sangwoo had texted to save his number.

Unknown: Even from just your stories I could tell he loved you too, at the very least give both of you closure. Just a thought :) - Sangwoo

Your thoughts ran rampantly, you knew he was right, you thought calling him was an option that was least cruel but thinking back ignoring minhos cries might’ve been more cruel than not hearing them. You sighed as you decided maybe the first step to knowing what to do was checking how he was going, you saw a video from an interview around the time of your breakup when you hesitated.

‘Fuck it, I need to hear his voice anyways’ you thought, finally clicking on the video. As it played you noticed his quietness, how his eyes seemed consistently glossy, playing with his fingers the whole way through. He was never good at showing emotion and yet throughout this 10 minute video you could read every single one of them. You watched countless of videos of him after that, each one showing that he was never the same, over time obviously he had become more talkative, the smiles and jokes returning, but the spark dulled and your heart hurt knowing you had caused that.

At that moment, you heard the pitter-patter of small feet, turning your head to see your fluffy grown kitten moving its way to your lap, now feeling a sense of deja vu. ‘He needs closure’ you thought firmly ‘I need closure’.

One month later…

It had been a month since your revelation, you wanted to talk to minho, you needed to, but considering you had broken up through the phone, it seemed cruel to try to fix it the same way. You knew he was currently in Korea, but he was also in a different city, so you started slow, unblocking him and stray kids hoping that maybe he still tries to contact you. Ofcourse considering it had been months, he doesn’t, so you had settled with reading their messages from before you blocked him.

Loml <3: Please y/n just listen

Loml <3: I love you so much, I can show it just please give me another chance to

Loml <3: Answer my calls…please?

Loml <3: I dont know if you’re sleeping or just ignoring my texts but I’ll always love you y/n, and I’ll wait life times for you back.

Felix: y/n? Are you and hyung okay? He isn’t coming out of his room :(

Seungmin: don’t tell him I texted you but you need to check on minho hyung

Chan: He’s not doing well y/n, please text him back

Countless of other messages from him and the boys plagued your mind for the whole month. You heard a knock on your door, you rushed to open it knowing who it was.

“Sorry we’re late” Sangwoo said whilst smiling, you smiled back and ruffled his hair you went to grab your luggage as you headed out to the car outside. You had become quick friends with the couple, they became a source of comfort in the city your other friends couldn’t provide. As you told them your decision to get closure, they supported you the whole way through, helping you through the decision to the end even now coming with you to the city you used to live, prepared to help you through any heart break to come. To be honest you also knew they took this as an opportunity to have a vacation but you digressed and was just happy for the company.

After hours of road tripping you finally arrived at your hotel, ofcourse getting your own room to avoid disturbing the couple. As you got ready for bed you heard your phone ding with a notification, you went to check your phone your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

Han: I know you probably still have us blocked but I really do hope one day you come back…

You stilled, shocked that any of them had texted, you were always close to the boys and had been sad to lose them too when you had broken it off, but what had always scared you was the thought that they probably hated you. Resenting you for breaking their members heart. Before you could reply his texts continued.

Han: OMG YOU UNBLOCKED US???

Han: I thought I’d give it a shot but I didn’t know it would actualy send

Han: unless you got a new number and now I’m texting a stranger, shit that would be awkward

Han: Whoever this is I can see you reading this

Han: REPLY?!?!

Y/N: Hi Jisung…

You were awaiting his reply when instead you saw him calling you, hesitating on whether or not you should answer, you decided you had to know whether or not minho was still living at your old apartment anyways and thus you clicked on ‘accept’ putting the phone to your ear and immediately regretting it.

“IS IT ACTUALLY YOU!” you heard jisung shout over the phone, flinching at the volume. “Yes it is me- before you say anything please don’t tell minho yet” you replied speaking quickly as you knew all to well what the boys next move would be.

“And why should I do that?” he said back, you could feel his tone shift to a serious yet soft tone “He’s still not over you y’know, you broke his heart and as much as I’d like to believe your this cruel person to break up with him over the phone for no reason, I know you better than that and I know you had your reasons. It doesn’t stop me from wanting him to be happy though”

“I’m back in town Ji…I want to give us closure, I want to talk to him. But I have to do it in real life and I know if he knew he could text me he would, I want to be the one to come to him.” you replied. Silence took over the call, both of you contemplating your next words. After a minute of it, you decided to break the silence with a question that would hurt your heart to hear any answer.

“Does he…still live there?” you asked

“He couldn’t bare himself to leave, hoping one day you’d come back” he answered quietly “I always thought he was crazy but now I guess he was right”

“I’m gonna go there tomorrow. I don’t expect him to take me back but I thought that at the very least we both need closure” you said. The call quickly ended after that, he told you good luck and that he was sure Minho just wanted you back but that didn’t ease your worries. You finished getting ready for bed, hoping to sleep your worries away, getting ready for the next day ahead knowing, no matther the outcome, tears would be shed.

The next day came quicker than you’d like as your sleep was restless, stirring in and out of it due to worry. You took a shower and got ready for the day trying your best to keep your worries at bay, checking your phone you saw messages from your friends and Han all wishing you good luck and to text them when its all over. You smiled as you saw Han’s message, truly missing the friendship you had with the boys.

Now walking to what used to be your shared apartment you thought over each possible outcome, he could accept your apology and take you back or he could listen to it and accept closure but reject your advances to get back together. The most dreaded outcome being if he slammed the door upon seeing your face. Trying to calm your thoughts you thought back to what Han said, hoping he was right, that Minho still loves you, the way you still love him. Once again your running thoughts made it so you failed to notice that you were now standing in front of your his apartment door. Breathing in a deep breath you started to knock, covering the peep hole to increase your chance of him even opening the door. After a few moments you heard the door unlock, opening slightly, minho cautiously looked at who it was. Upon seeing it was you his eyes widened, fully opening the door giving you hope as he didn’t just slam it shut.

You looked at him, his hair was messy as if he had just woken up, eye bags heavy you assumed from his hectic schedule, and yet he still looked as beautiful as ever. He remained unmoving, not even blinking, in fear that if he did you’d disappear. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something but no words were said and instead he let out a shaky breath, eyes becoming glossy at the overwhelming emotions. You almost mirrored his expression, your own eyes having tears threatening to spill, words choked up in your throat as you tried to figure out the right things to say as all your previous plans were forgotten, your mind blanking the minute you saw him.

“Hi” was all you could muster, your voice shaking awaiting his response and yet nothing came. His expression remained the same, still not believing you were actually there. “I’m sorry minho-” you decided to continue, wanting to get everything out before he could possibly come to his senses and shut the door, but before you could say anything else he cut you off.

“Don’t.” was all he said, you looked down as you heard that. This is what you should’ve expected, you don’t deserve his forgiveness, hell you don’t even deserve to clear yourself out you thought. Before your mind could go rampant you heard him speak up once again,

“Don’t call me that.” he said, you grew confused not expecting and understanding his words “Don’t call me by my name.” he clarified

Your eyes met, still confused by his words. He continued quietly, eyes unbreaking “Even as friends you’ve never called me by my name, just because we broke up doesn’t mean you can start”

At those words tears started to stream down your face as you saw what you had truly lost or rather what you had let go, a man who even through a breaking of his heart, could still know you better than anyone else. Seeing your tears he pulled you into the apartment shutting the door behind him and instantly welcoming you into his embrace.

“God I don’t understand you, you should hate me, you should’ve slammed the door in my face, you-” he cut you off once again with a hush, petting your hair as he heard your hiccups

“Please” he scoffed “I could never hate you and you know that, you understand me more than anyone has. If anyone were to be sorry it should be me, I know how hard it must’ve been to deal with me and every day I thought back to everything I did wrong and everything I could’ve done to show you I love you the way you deserved to be loved”

“Don’t say that” you replied, shaking your head whilst still tightly in his embrace “I was selfish, I knew you loved me and you did show it but…I was so wrapped up in the idea of a conventional affection, I ignored every sign of your own. Everyday I look back at those moments and I regret everything because you were right, I shouldve said something, and I realize that you promised me to try and yet all this time I never realized how much I needed to. That I never tried to say I wanted more, to even notice your efforts, and I will forever be sorry for that. I love you so much that I thought I couldn’t ask you to change when in reality I never truly wanted you to cause thinking back…you made me feel a love that I know no one else could”

He pulled away, now cupping your face lightly, in a way still afraid this would all be a dream and you’d disappear. His silence was unnerving but the look in his eyes comforted you as you felt that nothing he could say would hurt you if he continued to look at you this way. “Love?”

“What?” You replied confused.

“You said love, not loved. You still- you still love me?” He choked.

“I think I’ll always love you min.” You answered back, eyes unmoving.

“But are you still in love with me?” He broke eye contact looking down at his feet, in sudden fear of your answer

“Yes” you answered shakily “even if I know I don’t deserve to. Even if we both go back to our lives and eventually you fall in love with another person, I would still love you and only you. You’re it min, I don’t want anyone else, and I’m sorry I only came back now to admit that”

“I wouldn’t- I couldn’t fall in love with another person if I tried” he chuckled. “it’s always been you, even as kids it was you” He continued. Now looking back into your eyes you fell deeper into his hold, tears drying as now all you felt was a familiar comfort you knew you could only feel with him. Pressing his forehead on to yours, he recalled his last message to you “and I’d wait lifetimes for you, you know that”

You smiled happily, relishing in the arms of the only man you could ever love. “Give me one more chance to love you?” You asked, quickly wanting to be his again once knowing he still loves you

“If you give me one more chance to show it” he replied, finally meeting your lips, relaxing into the kiss as it had been the final confirmation that this was all real.

Love is what we make of it, and you were prepared to see through conventions to make his love shown, because you couldn’t bear to lose him again, not after knowing what his love actually felt like once decoded.

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bluclinic · 8 months ago

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago

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Will bug and her family get their rainbow baby?

🫶🏼🌈

You held your breath, watching the screen beside you contently. Your heart dropped when you couldn’t hear it.

No heartbeat.

The technician continued to fiddle around with the wand until everything stopped.

thump thump thump

Your hand reached your mouth and you let out a sob, a sob of relief.

“That’s a healthy baby right there! and judging by the measurements we are looking at a june fourteenth due date”

The technician excused herself for a moment leaving you alone. You cleaned yourself up and walked out to reception.

Your doctor gave you all the reassurance you needed. The miscarriage was a one off, this was a healthy baby.

Arriving home you found the kids outside playing in the snow, Blu was in his little snow suit and having not long learned to walk he wasn’t having the best luck trailing through the snow.

“Where’s daddy?” You asked, catching everyone’s attention.

Blu smiled “Mama” reaching out for you to lift him up.

Bug wiped the snow from herself and pointed inside “He’s making cheeses and soup!”

You leaned down, wiping the snow from her nose which made her giggle before you kissed it “Okay, you be good! We’ll call you when lunch is ready”

Entering the kitchen you sat Blu on the worktop to take off his snowsuit.

“Smells good” you commented, catching Quinn by surprise.

“You’re back! Kids were out playing I thought I should maybe warm them up a bit. Hey little man, you cold?”

Blu had no idea what his dad was saying just smiling at him and leaning into you.

“How was the doctors? Did you get what you needed?”

You paused for a moment, second guessing what you were about to do. Instead, you reached into your bag and pulled out the stack of things your doctor gave you.

“Yeah, about that… I have something I need to tell you”

That sentence alone was enough for him to move the pan from the stove and turn to face you fully.

“What? What is it?”

By this point Blu had drifted off to sleep on your shoulder. Quinn took a mental image of the sweet moment before focusing on your face.

“I was at the woman’s clinic-“

“Is everything alright? Is it the bleeding again? Because I think if they can’t do anything we should go to that one in Toronto because I looked it up and spoke to Willy he said-“

You interrupted his very well intentioned speech by pulling out and displaying the sonogram.

Quinn stopped. He looked at the image then at you for a few moments.

The silence was killing you.

“What- wh, are you?”

You nodded, tears filling your eyes “We’re pregnant Quinn, we’re having a baby”

He carefully placed his hands on your face and pulled you in to kiss him “I love you so much”

You wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks away before he crouched down, lifted your hoodie and kissed the essentially flat surface “You stay right there, no surprises this time. We love you so much already”

The kids were called in for lunch soon after, sitting around the table munching away you couldn’t help but feel so much love for this family of yours.

When you did decide to tell the kids, they were ecstatic. Kissing your belly, laying on it and even Blu learned to say Baby.

“We’re lucky parents, eh?”

“The luckiest”

#bugs world

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moviemunchies · 1 month ago

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I read the novel Erasure by Percival Everrett in college. I had mixed feelings about it while reading, until the composition of My Pafology, which in text was a not-at-all-subtle jab at the novel Native Son (which I had to read in high school). Then I was on board. When I saw the trailer for American Fiction, I strongly suspected the source novel, which wasn’t obvious from the title, and was fairly excited for the movie. It took a while, but I finally got the Blu-Ray from my local library system.

So here we go.

Theolonius “Monk” Ellison is a professor and author of books that are modern updates of ancient Greek stories. He’s frustrated with publishers asking for more “Black” books than his own, despite him being a black author, and he hates how culture fetishizes black trauma. After being put on leave for losing his temper, he spends some time with his family in Boston. After a surprising death, and money struggles stresses, Monk decides that as a dark joke, he’s going to write a horrible novel, an exploitative “Black” novel with horrible spelling, racial stereotypes, and terrible melodrama. He submits it, and to his surprise and alarm, publishers buy it for obscene amounts of money, and the book starts to both make him money and ruin his life.

Aha! For once, I am familiar with the source material! Sort of. It was over a decade ago. So while I remember the shape of the Plot, and a few specifics, I don’t recall every detail. I think that the movie got the gist of it, though I know they changed quite a few things.

The point of the movie is this: there is a type of minority fiction that is obsessed with showing the trauma. For us Puerto Ricans, it’s a book called When I was Puerto Rican which people used to use as if it were the definitive explanation of what life on the island was like, involving dirt poverty and horrible lives. And while those are problems that exist, it is not the universal experience of Puerto Ricans.

Likewise, Monk takes issue with how much popular fiction about African-Americans is about showing their suffering, and making (mostly white) audiences feel good about themselves for not being Klansmen or slave owners. It’s not interested in telling the stories of black people as much as it is making them into figures of pity. And this is apparently the only way that pop culture wants to depict black Americans. That’s… really, really annoying, to say the least.

This film takes a while to get started (and by that I mean the part where Monk writes the terrible book). At first this bothered me a little, because I really wanted to get to My Pafology, rather than Monk’s family drama. On reflection though, I think it makes sense. The movie is displaying a black family with a complex life, one that doesn’t fit in with the pop culture stereotypes that Monk hates.

The counterpart for Monk, Sintara Golden, gets her own rebuttal on Monk’s accusations–which I don’t think her book counterpart does (though it has been over ten years since I read it). In-story, she wrote a more stereotypical “black” book, titled (cringingly) Wes Lives in Da Ghetto. Monk despises her success, but when the two actually talk, she brings up that Monk’s problem is less with her, and more with white audiences and publishers who she’s catering to in order to make a living–while also pointing out that she does do research on her subject.

Also! Monk would be a pain in the butt to deal with! It’s great character writing that the man has his legitimate points, while also being kind of an insufferable douche at times, making it difficult for the people around him to deal with him. This means that even if the audience agrees with him, you can see why many people don’t–because the man making these points is very difficult to talk to without him losing his temper.

Something that’s a bit hard to talk about: Lisa Ellison’s job. In the novel, she’s explicitly an abortion doctor, and her death (spoiler) is from an attack on her clinic–Monk’s breakdown after that is what prompts him to write his book. In the film, her job is only implied: the clinic she works in has ‘family planning’ in the name, one of her first lines of dialogue is a Roe v. Wade pun, and… that’s kind of it. Her death in the film is from a random heart attack. Some reviewers called out the film for backing down on this aspect of the book; personally, there is already a lot going on in this movie, much of it probably controversial, so I understand why the movie wanted to avoid that weight while also not changing so much from the book that they’d be dinged for completely backing out.

[I have a lot of other thoughts about this, but it would probably take over the review so we’re leaving it here!]

I don’t think that the ending isn’t quite the mic drop I was hoping for; I don’t remember precisely how the book ends, either, so I don’t know how it compares. Still, it is a good ending, one that I think makes the point the movie’s trying to make while also taking the storytelling in a new direction.

In many ways, it’s a fascinating commentary on… well, American fiction, and pop culture’s obsession with a certain kind of fiction relating to African-Americans. If the topic interests you, I’d fully recommend checking it out for a view.

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