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Being a Self Leader
Being a Self Leader
Remember the Golden Rule? âDo unto others as you would have them do unto you.â (Matthew 7:12) We ARE our greatest cheerleader or at least we should be. Self-leadership causes us to first strive for being a good leader to ourselves. It means introspection and awareness of how we think and how we react. It is having a sense of being a stellar influencer of ourselves and then to others. Hereâs anâŚ
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#1 samuel 30#awareness#blog#cheerleader#christian#Courage#David encouraged himself#david strengthened himself#David&039;s story#Golden Rule#good leader#inspiration#introspeciton#leadership#patience#self leader#self-pity#tolerance
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Killing him was the plan all along so you made the season meaningful for him because of it?
You realize how thatâs worse, right?
#izzy hands#ofmd spoilers#ofmd#ofmd season 2#our flag means death#david jenkins#yes they were both balckbeard and the whole season was him growing out of that#understanding blackbeard is toxic and encouraging both himself and Ed to move past tgat
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Did you all know that long ago, Neil's fans posted photos from the bath?
Welcome to Tumblr, 2012. Just as adorable and quirky as Tumblr of today, and with just as much Neil Gaiman appreciation, but with fewer fans to fuel the fads:
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(I went looking for Good Omens clues in the time capsule that is the internet, and Tumblr decided that it knew best and instead sent me down this rabbit hole from which I may never recover. 1 point to Tumblr; please send help)
Why were people doing this?? I think it's because there's a poem, Bathing with Gaiman, by Zenobia Frost @zenfrost
And it inspired a dedicated blog, @bathbookneil-blog, featuring an entire collection of fan photos reading his books⌠in the bath.
Neil encouraged fans to read their books "in the bath naked, fully dressed, they can be of any gender or all, masked, alone, or in groups of as many of them as can fit into a bath." He also suggested trying to read while showering, a feat he said he's attempted, unsuccessfully.
When asked, Neil agreed to share a photo of himself reading in the bath if the donations for the free Audible release of Click-Clack the Rattle Bag reached 100,000 downloads/dollars.
He promised fans a "proper nakedy bath" with some discreet bubbles.
Alas!
I'm not about to reveal a long-lost photo of Neil in the bath.
The donations didn't reach the goal, and the bath-photo-sharing trend quietly wound down.
But maybe he gave us this glorious moment with David Tennant-as-Aziraphale-as-Crowley, to make up for it:
[gif credits @tenthrees, @ferndaphnia, and @bringthekaos]
#neil gaiman#neil gaiman appreciation#bathing with gaiman#poetry#zenobia frost#bathtime#bathtime reading#ineffable fandom#crowley#aziraphale#good omens#books in the bath#bathtime books#david tennant#good omens season 1
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Platonic
part 3
summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.
pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader
warnings: none (i don't think)
part 2
It wasnât uncommon for you to be late to plans, actually you had gotten used to it spending most of your time with Lando.
You ran through the paddock, running past as much people as you could without being rude and within two minutes you had finally reached the meeting point.
Slowing down to a fast walk you came out onto the terrace in hospitality, noticing the girls straight away as they waved you over.
âWell weâve only been waiting ten minutes, I think thatâs a new record timeâ Kika jokes as you sit at the table âSorry, I was watching Lando in media, heâs just finishing up in the garage now and then filming stuff with Oscarâ
âHow is Lando?â Carmen asks âI seen his interview after free practice this morningâ
âI tried talking to him about it but he really didnât want to. Iâm going to try when we get homeâ
âItâs sad that he just sees all these negative this about himselfâ Alex smiles sympathetically across the table
âI know, every time I tell him he just doesnât see what I seeâ you sigh, running your fingers through your hair
âWhatâs wrong?â Carmen asks âNothingâ you shake your head âWe can tell by the look on your face something is wrong, come on tell usâ she encourages, putting a hand on your shoulder
âIf I tell you something, can you promise that it stays between us. Like you canât tell Charles, George or Pierreâ you whisper looking around you
âWe promise, whatâs going on?â Kika asks leaning closer
âA few days ago, Lando came to me. He told me that recently McLaren have been told that Landoâs image outside of Formula One makes the team look really bad, Zak said that he needs to fix his âplayboyâ image. So they wanted Lando to go into a PR relationship, Lando refused and Zak told him that he needs to for the team. Every single girl they showed Lando he said no. So Zak told him that if by a miracle, he can find someone that is willing to help Lando and be in a relationship for a few months then thatâs who he canât fake a relationship withâ
âSo Lando came to youâ Alex nods understanding âYouâre basically already dating, it shouldnât be too hardâ Kika jokes
âIt wouldnât be hard if I didnât have actual feelings for Landoâ
The girls look at you with wide eyes, they never thought they would see the day where you actually admit it.
âWhen did you come to this realisation?â Carmen asks
âYou know how I used to date that guy from my office?â
âThe one that none of us liked? Yeah I rememberâ Kika laughs
âWell after we broke up, Lando was comforting me, we were lying in his bed watching a movie. It wasnât until I woke up in the middle of the night and we were cuddling that I realised how safe I felt when I was with him and everything he did to comfort me. David wouldnât have known any of that stuffâ
âYou need to tell himâ Kika says excitedly âI canâtâ
âWhy not?â Alex asks
âBecause if I tell him now, it wouldnât be fair. Iâve w him so many times and now to switch up my feelings would be like playing with hisâ
âHave you ever thought that maybe you have always felt this way but youâre just now realising it? I mean you guys have been friends since you were like five?â Carmen asks âYou know how he feels about you, so why donât you just tell him?â
âI canât bring myself to do it, if it didnât work out I canât risk losing what i already have with Lando. He means too much to me to loose himâ
âSo you think being in a PR relationship will fix that?â Kika asks seriously
âIt will be the closest thing that I get to a relationship with him, guys I need honest opinions on thisâ
âWell I think youâre being stupidâ Kika says bluntly âKika!â Carmen scoffs âWhat? Would you me be honest or would you rather I lie to you? she asks turning her attention to you
âHonestâ
âWell itâs a stupid decision if you want to continue with a PR relationship. You think that admitting your feelings and being in an actual relationship would go wrong. Doing this only to have a feeling on what could be will only give you the chance to make up stuff that could go wrong, whereas if you were in an actual relationship with him you could progress rather than having a countdown to when itâs overâ
âI agree with Kikaâ Alex smiles taking your hand âYou are thinking that it could be the worst thing when it could be the bestâ
âThank guys, now enough about me. Whatâs been happening with you guys?â
âSo how was meeting up with the girls?â Lando asks with a smile, swinging your hands back and forth as you walked
âWe talked. A lotâ you nod âAnything interesting?â he pries âJust how we can resolve problemsâ you shrug
âAny problems I could help with?â
âNothing that we both canât resolveâ you smiles âNow tell me what you film todayâ you jump up and down excitedly âNope, nuh uh. Youâll need to find out like everyone elseâ he laughs stopping in his tracks
âCome on I hate when you do thisâ you groan turning to face him âYeah well thatâs why I do itâ he smiles, putting his hands under your shirt âYour hands are coldâ
âExactlyâ he laughs, tickling you âNo! No!â you squeal trying to run away âI donât know where youâre trying running to, I have the keys to the apartmentâ
âIm going home to England!â
âNo youâre not!â he laughs picking you up and throwing over his shoulder âYouâre never leaving meâ he says calming walking with you over his shoulder
âI wouldnât dream of itâ
part 4
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đđđ đđđ đđđđđ | torture + non-con
đđđđđđđ â art the clown x fem!reader
đđđđđđđđ â nsfw, art the clown in general, torture, non-con, slight kidnapping (?), bondage, knife play, blood + blood play, violence, fingering (not sanitary knowing art, wash yallâs hands !!), slight dacryphilia
đđđđđ â foreword, i do NOT condone anything in this fic ! david howard thornton himself actually said art would be against this and i find art a comfort character, this is just for kinktober purposes đ if you guys are NOT comfortable with non-con or torture please do not read this, spare yourself the pain please i beg đ i will not be upset bruh
you were a force to be reckoned with, that much was evident.
whether it was because you were drunk or with a friend group that made peer pressure feel good, it didnât matter to the black and white clown you approached at the club. he had been standing there for the past hour or so, staring at you through the split in the crowd.
obviously he had a crush on you. that was what your friend whispered in your ear with a little nudge to your side and a drunken giggle.
your devil costume left very little to the imagination, faux red leather hugging your curves. that had to be it, without a doubt. you had already been getting attention throughout the night, so this was only more fuel to the fire that was your ego.
his costume was detailed to say the least. the fake blood on his costume looked rusty as opposed to the cherry coloring on everybody elseâs clothes and faces. he mustâve made it himself.
it took a few more pushes of encouragement until you finally went up to him, wondering why he was unable to take his eyes off of you. it wasnât flagged as creepy in your fogged mind, rather flattered.
âyouâve got a staring problem, donât ya?â you shouted over the music with a giggle, leaning against the bar counter for support. your high heels definitely didnât cheap out on the high part.
looking at him up close definitely made your mind wander a little more. he was much taller than you â likely over six foot â and seemed pretty lanky under that suit. his eyes were a brilliant blue, starkly contrasting the black makeup neatly circled around them, and they couldnât seem to get away from you. his hooked nose, as well as his entire face, was painted white and had a singular black dot on the tip of it.
something about him piqued your interest, and it only grew when he didnât answer you. instead, he smiled and tilted his head down, like he was feigning some bashfulness. it was cute. you respected the commitment to the act.
âi donât suppose you want something from me?â those drinks you had earlier were kicking in, making your confidence soar to unnatural heights. âwhatâs your name?â
you expected him to drop his little facade and lean in and tell you. but he didnât. he reached for your wrist and shifted your palm upwards. you were beyond curious, but allowed him into your space.
he dragged his finger across your palm a few times, you piecing the motions together. a-r-t. âart. oh, your nameâs art?â the clown nodded with a wide grin.
that wasnât his last trick, it seemed. from the palm of his hand, he revealed a fake red rose. the synthetic petals were slightly crumpled and stained with drops of something even darker than its natural color.
it was a little corny, but you blushed nonetheless. it was sweet. he gestured for you to take it, so you did.
âhey, letâs get outta here. the musicâs making my head hurt.â the second part was a lie, but your motives were relatively pure. you thought that he was only silent because of the volume. maybe the fresh air would make him open up a little bit more.
art nodded a little too eagerly and started moving you towards the door. you could only give your friends a very brief glance, them offering you smiles and raised thumbs before you vanished outside. you would soon wish that theyâd kept you inside.
you took in a deep breath of fresh air outside, observing the parking lot. there was not a person in sight. they were all inside. except for you and art.
art. you spun around to see where he had gone and found him hunched over a black trash bag. initially, you were going to pull him away from it, thinking he was digging through waste when he suddenly straightened up and turned towards you. his hands were behind his back.
words got caught in your throat and you found yourself laughing to fill the silence. a wave of anxiety washed over you until art revealed another fake rose. this one was attached to a plastic stem.
but while you graciously accepted his second offering, you failed to notice the bat he had brought down onto the side of your head.
â
you never had a concussion in your life, but you were sure this was what it felt like.
you awoke to a blinding headache and nausea bubbling in your stomach. your vision refused to adjust properly, but you couldnât miss artâs black and white suit in front of you. your depth perception wasnât the most reliable, but your body knew to start acting.
you went to kick and scream but found it futile. duct tape muffled your cries, though it was ripped off faster than you could register it was there, and thick rope around your limbs kept you still against the table you were draped over. a few blinks helped you understand your predicament: you had been moved to some sort of warehouse and were tied down to a cold, steel table that had goosebumps prickling on your exposed skin.
your clothes were intact, which made you sigh. one victory.
though you werenât sure for how long. art hovered over you from the side of the table, his sick grin mocking you as he eyed you from head to toe. it felt like he had already undressed you just by the way he was sizing you up.
that came next. with his one hand that was free, he started to drag his finger down the center of your chest. the closer he got to the low-cut hem of your top, the louder your protests became. art was prepared for that.
he brought a thick chain with several rusted scalpels and medical scissors down onto your legs, creating multiple shallow breaks in your skin. you screamed out. he whipped you again. this time you bit back guttural cries and accepted his hand.
his face screamed disgust and disbelief, like he couldnât believe that you would ever ask him to stop. the way his creased white face morphed was eerie. it rendered you silent while he unzipped your tiny red corset.
you flinched when it popped open, exposing your tits. you hurried to cover yourself but your arms only moved as far as the rope allowed you to. either way, art flung his chain at the arm closest to him and you had to choke back a scream.
blood seeped from countless wounds, warmth running down and onto the table. you squirmed and cried as much as art allowed you to. he seemed to enjoy your agonized writhing, running dirtied fingertips over your open cuts.
âplease, please,â you whined. it was mindless rambling at that point because you knew he wouldnât.
he had shifted his attention down to your pleather skirt, slowly undoing the zipper on the side. you wanted to kick and fight but you dreaded the idea of getting cut into even worse. so you let him peel it off of you, along with your panties.
âoh god, oh god,â you sobbed, clamping your legs together to keep some of your dignity. art must have been keeping a spare blade tucked in his hand because suddenly he sliced deep into the side of your thigh. you couldnât help the scream that tore from you, which earned you another gash along your ribcage.
you started to think he was bleeding you dry as slowly as he could. but not after he had his fun first. your body shook underneath his gloved hand as it traveled down your stomach and towards your bare pussy.
part of you thought he was going to force your legs apart and jam as many scalpels inside of you as he could manage, so you resisted when he tried to pry them open. but when he did, after lashing you a few more times, he ran his blood soaked fingertips through your folds, making it slick for him.
it was nauseating at first. but after he pushed two fingers into you, the strange sensation of his fingerless gloves sliding inside, that feeling simmered into pleasure. you choked on a whine, your body fighting the urge to roll your hips into his hand.
your skepticism prevailed the second he slid his blade across your stomach. you cried out, and art felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers. the reaction was satisfactory to him and he gave you a few more markings before deciding youâd had enough for now.
the blade clattered onto the table a moment later and his freed hand went to your breast. you couldnât deny what it did to you. the pain was beginning to make you delirious and you melted into his touch a few times. you pulled against your restraints but it didnât get you very far.
for a while, he worked into a steady pace that had you crying out with more pleasure than pain. your cuts stung, but those sharp pains added to your rapidly building orgasm, that was only really accumulating with your eyes closed.
art didnât seem to appreciate that, quickly finding his blade and carving something into your skin. it tore you out of your momentary tranquility and a scream ripped from your throat. as you did, his other hand curled inside of you and a moan fought to follow. pain and pleasure battled inside of you, and it was sick that the pleasure was threatening to win.
your body twisted to get away from the scalpel in your side but it was to no avail. he cut and sliced until he had crudely carved the word âCUNTâ into the fleshy part of the side of your waist. blood oozed out of the deep gashes and art ran his gloved hand through it, smearing it all over your skin. crimson covered your breast as he came up to grab it again.
you got the message to look him in the eyes while you came, which came soon after he added a third finger. how he was able to do it with ease made you sick. you shouldnât have been enjoying yourself in any way. you would probably need stitches and therapy after this.
but now, all you could focus on was his long fingers. the feel of his fabric white fingerless gloves inside of you, probably soaked with your blood and slick. your gashes burned every time your back arched off of the table but somehow, it intensified the growing fire in your stomach. that tensing of your thighs, the weak thrusts of your hips that attempted to match his.
it amazed you how he was still silent, blue beady eyes focused on you and only you. they started to widen when your moans went pitchy, like he was encouraging you to let go. he didnât look so scary then. his face went closer to yours, and he was shocked that you didnât immediately flinch back.
he offered you slow nods as his fingers continued their assault on you. your thighs parted in acceptance and defeat, your orgasm finally crashing into you. moans came out mingled with sobs because it was over.
your mind was spinning, and he granted you a moment to compose yourself before getting back to work. breathy pants quickly turned into raspy screams once more as he swiftly carved something else into the bloodied inside of your thigh:
ART WAS HERE
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Love your writingg!!
Could you write a oneshot with ollie when reader couldn't make it to a race and she got sick while at home but didnt tell ollie cuz it couldve made him shit the race and he comes back home at takes care of herr??
+hiii!! idk if ure still taking request, but maybe an ollie x reader where she gets her wisdom tooth out and the aftermath is just her being chaotic and funny while ollie just goes with everything.
but yeah, i think itâs pretty cute. thank you!
Boyfriend Of The Year (Ollie Bearman X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/F2/F3
Requested: Clearly (I just did a sick fic, so i decided to incorporate these. Hope yall don't mind <3)
Warnings:Â Wisdom teeth surgery and recovery
POV: Majority Second Person (You/your), some Third Person (They/them)
W.C. 2301
Summary: A routine dentist appointment turns into a secret to keep Ollie sane.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLISTÂ //Â HITLIST
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Your phone was blowing up with texts from Ollie. He was probably wondering where you were at this point since you promised to be at the qualifying session, but due to a dentist appointment scheduled between the sessions, you had to split up. Ollie and his dad drove together, and you took an uber to your appointment. Well, at that dentist appointment, you found out that your chronic jaw pain was actually your wisdom teeth getting dangerous. They were growing inwards and pressing your teeth, so your dentist strongly encouraged an emergency wisdom teeth removal for the same day. Ollie was going to be pissed and you knew it.
âHey, CareBear,â You greeted in a fake tone. You were still at the dentist, but you stepped outside to get a little bit of privacy. âWhatâs up?â
âDonât âHey CareBearâ me! Where are you? You said you were gonna be here,â Ollie asked. He was finally able to let out a breath after running around the paddock trying to find where you were. When he couldnât find you, he started asking around, but no one had seen you. Then, he started calling you, and coincidentally, the calls were during your x-rays or consultation, so you were not answering. It was driving him insane. âAre you almost here?âÂ
âThe dentist was short-staffed, so they haven't gotten me in yet,â You came up with on the fly. You knew he would hate that you lied to him, but he would also throw his entire race weekend away for you. Yes, it was adorable and itâs part of what made you love him, but this was not the time to be a loving boyfriend. This was the time to show everyone why he deserved the Haas seat. He could be boyfriend of the year afterward. âI can text you when Iâm done, but I need to see them today. You know how bad my jaw has been hurting lately.â
âOh?â Ollie smirked as he lowered his voice, about to make a joke but his dad walked right past him.
âDonât even start, Oliver,â You pressed as you saw your dentist gesturing for you to come back in, so they could prepare you for the surgery. âListen, CareBear, I gotta go. I think theyâre ready to take me back. Iâll text your dad to pick me up when we start wrapping up. You need to get back for debrief or start preparing for quali.â
âYeah, I should probably eat something,â Ollie said to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. He had never had to go into qualifying without you, so he was a bit nervous. However, he totally understood that this was something you needed to do. âIâll get on pole for you.â
âI expect you in the top 22, nothing less,â You joked as you both said goodbye and hung up the call. You headed back inside as they started giving you the rundown on how the surgery would occur. For once, you were thankful for scheduling your appointment in the morning and not eating beforehand. Just before they would put you under, you decided to call Ollieâs dad. It didnât take long for him to answer.
âHey, Y/n,â David greeted immediately as he walked toward the back of the garage, âNeed me to pick you up? That was awfully quick.â
âActually no,â You chuckled nervously. âDonât tell Ollie until after quali, but Iâm getting my wisdom teeth out right now. If we tell him, heâs going to freak out.â
âWas this the plan the whole time?â He asked, quieting down as Ollie walked by nonethewiser. He was finishing up before he would be getting in the car, so he had enough on his plate, in your opinion.
âNo, I just found out that the jaw pain I thought was the start of TMJ was actually my wisdom teeth growing inwards,â You explained with a smile as you watched your dentist finish setting everything out. âListen, David, Iâll need you to pick me up in like an hour. Maybe after qualifying break it to him? Or just let him figure it out when Iâm loopy. I really donât care.â
âIâll take care of him, donât worry,â David reassured as he saw Ollie gesturing for him to come over before he would get in the car. âHave them call me when youâre done, and weâll pick you up.â
You thanked him before ending the call and heading into the back where the operation would take place.Â
The qualifying session went by quickly for Ollie because it was basically a one-lap shot. Right after the first laps, it started pouring rain, so when Ollie was at the top of the timing page, no one was able to beat him. He tried to call you as soon as he got out of the car, but every call went straight to voicemail. It freaked him out a little, but he brushed it off, thinking you were still getting your cleaning. It wasnât until his dad was ushering him to change and get to the car park almost as soon as he wrapped up media that he started thinking something was wrong. Ollie sat nervously in the passenger seat as his dad drove in silence, which was completely unusual for him, so he decided to try and break the tension.
âSo, dad,â He dragged out as he looked over at his dad. They pulled up to a red light, and David looked at Ollie. âWhere are we going?â
âThe dentist,â David said simply as he moved the car into first gear when the light changed. âWe need to pick Y/n up.â
âShouldnât they have finished up during quali?â Ollie asked before muttering to himself, âI thought they would have been in the garage by the end of media.â
âThey had to get some work done,â David responded. It was light-hearted, so Ollie wasnât too worried. When they pulled up, he parked the car but made no move to get out for a second, causing Ollie to look over confused. âThey had to get their wisdom teeth out.â
âWhat? Why didnât you tell me?â Ollie freaked out, immediately getting out of the car and trying to reach the front door before his dad. Unfortunately for him, his dad anticipated this and beat him to the punch by blocking the door. âDad, let me in.â
âNo, you need to understand why we didnât tell you,â David pressed as he put a hand on Ollie's shoulder and sheered him back toward the car. âThey didnât want you to be nervous in qualifying. Itâs getting to the end of your season, and next year, youâll be in F1. Everyoneâs eyes are on you, and the last thing they wanted was for you to get nervous and risk your position in the championship.â
âThat makes no sense! I wouldnât have thrown the session!â Ollie disputed as he threw his hands up.
âOh, please,â David tsked, âYou almost crashed the car when you found out they had a headache a few months ago. Of course, you wouldnât completely compromise your qualifying session knowing they were getting surgery. That sounds totally believable to me.âÂ
âMaybe you have a point,â Ollie mumbled as he dripped his hands to his sides in defeat. He looked back over to his dad as he sighed, âCan we go in now?â
âAre you going to cause a scene?â
âNo.â
~
POV Switch-Third POV
All the while, Y/n was just waking up. The team had wrapped up the surgery at the end of qualifying and called David, saying he didnât need to rush since they still needed to ween Y/n off of the meds and they still needed to pass the memory tests.
Y/n didnât remember even waking up, but they did semi-register people walking in, around, and out of their room. Most of them were dentists or nurses checking their vitals, but then two people walked in that didnât look like a dentist or nurse. It was Ollie and David, but Y/n was still too out of it to recognize them (or what they were saying to be honest).
âSo theyâll be a little loopy for a while,â one of the dentists said to David, causing him to nod. Ollie had already taken a seat beside you and was holding your hand. The dentist then took David out of the room to talk about how to help clean the wounds and give him a list of foods that Y/n could eat while recovering. Ollie wanted to say something, anything to Y/n but they ended up talking before him.
âWhoever is your significant other is lucky because damn youâre hot,â Y/n chuckled slightly as they fell back against the pillows and smiled sleepily as they looked at him. âTheyâre like really lucky.â
âWell, youâll be happy to know that youâre my significant other,â Ollie chuckled with them as he brought their hands up to kiss their knuckles.
âNo way!â Y/n said as loud as the gauze in their mouth could allow as their eyes almost fell out of their head. âYouâre telling me I bagged you?!â
âYou bagged me,â Ollie chuckled in disbelief. He was upset at first that Y/n didnât tell him sooner, but he couldnât find it in himself to be mad at them, especially when they said something like that. âIf I tell you a word, can you remember it for me?â
âAnything for you, handsome,â Y/n shamelessly flirted as they leaned in a little closer to prop their head against Ollieâs free hand that was resting by their head.Â
âThe word is âpoleâ,â Ollie said, and Y/n repeated it a couple of times before nodding that they understood it. âOkay, how are you feeling now?â
âIâm feeling tired. I wanna sleep. I wanna eat. Iâm hungry. I want someone to tell me what place Ollie is in for the race tomorrow,â Y/n ranted before gasping toward the end, remembering the qualifying session they missed. In the haze, Y/nâs brain never connected that Ollie was sitting in front of them as they went on a rant. âOllie Bearman is my favorite driver, and I wanna know where he placed. Do you know Ollie?â
âI know of him, yeah,â Ollie said as he bit back a laugh. There was no way he was witnessing this. âI think I know where he placed.â
âWhere?â Y/n gasped as they tried to sit up in the bed, but the vitals machine started going off, causing a few personnel to walk in, but Ollie was already pushing them back.
âWhat was the word from earlier?â
âPole?â Y/n said confused before it finally connected, âWait, pole position?â
âYup, heâs on pole for the feature race,â Ollie smiled at their enthusiasm. âNow, whatâs my name?â
âWhatâs your name? CareBear?â
âWell, yes, but whatâs my real name?âÂ
âOliver,â Y/n dragged out before the fog cleared enough for them to make the connection. âWait! Ollie, my CareBear! Youâre Ollie!â
âI am,â Ollie chuckled as he leaned over to place a kiss on Y/nâs forehead while the dentists started removing wires and needles from Y/n, so they could leave. Ollie wrapped an arm around their shoulder, knowing Y/n didnât like needles. He took to whispering reassurance in their ear until they were cleared to leave. Ollie then asked, âYou still sleepy?â
Y/n didnât respond as they were already asleep, so when all of the paperwork was signed, Ollie picked Y/n up to carry them to the car. The entire ride to the hotel, Y/n was asleep against Ollieâs shoulder until David pulled into the parking spot. Thatâs when Y/n woke up, stretching their arms above their head.
âI still wanna sleep,â Y/n whined as they leaned back against Ollie. âMy legs feel like jelly.â
âI can always carry you again,â Ollie commented already getting out of the car and moving around to help Y/n out. As soon as Y/n stepped out, Ollieâs arm was lifting up their legs to carry them up to their room. Thankfully, David was already leading the way and opening doors for them.
âYouâre really working for that Boyfriend Of The Year award, aren't you?â Y/n teased as they plopped their head against Ollieâs shoulder.
âI didnât know I was in the running,â Ollie joked back as he left a kiss on their nose.
âYouâre always in the running,â Y/n pouted before going on another tangent, âYâknow, Iâd love to kiss you, but I canât really feel my lips so I donât know how that would go.â
âIâll give you a kiss when you donât have bloody gauze in your mouth,â Ollie said as he walked up to the door. âDoes that sound like a deal?â
âAdd some ice cream or smoothies and youâve got a deal.â
âYou canât drink from a straw, so no smoothies.â
âBuzzkill.â
âNot a buzzkill,â Ollie said simply as he set Y/n down on the bathroom counter, so he could change their gauze. âWeâre not risking you getting dry socket.â
âKissass.â
âHow does that make me a kissass?â Ollie chuckled as he helped Y/n down from the counter and to the bed. Ollie fixed the pillows around them to make them comfortable before grabbing an icepack from the freezer.Â
âYou know the judge of the Boyfriend Of The Year award, and youâre kissing their ass,â Y/n chuckled as they leaned back into the pillows and took the icepacks from Ollie, immediately pressing them against their face. âLet me say, youâre winning.â
âI would hope so,â Ollie retorted, âI should be the only one in the running!â
~~~~~
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blunt trauma â° nanami kento
summary: your mission is to execute a curse user. the issue? said curse user is nanami kento, your former high school classmate and the man who you still secretly love.
tags and cw: dark content, no use of y/n, sorcerer!f!reader, villain!nanami, +18, explicit smut (mostly rough with tender moments hate/love sex), unprotected sex (wrap it, ppl), masturbation, oral (f receiving), pv, from enemies to enemies who fucked đ, drama and angst (iâm a latina who grew up watching telenovelas), mentions of death, canon-typical violence, ptsd, cursing, hurt/no comfort, this man is saltier than the sea and turned it into everybody else's problem.Â
wc: 7.5k
notes etc.: somehow it became a character study. this is my rendition of what i think gege would make nanami to be like if they followed their original plan and had nanami be a villain. inspo list is so huge i had to make a playlist, i got carried away.
writing/reading soundtrack: playlist link ; main songs â way down we go (kaleo) and daylight (david kushner).
disclaimer: i do not in any way approve of (or encourage) the relationship depicted here. it is toxic and bad for all parties involved. this is fictional and should stay that way.
oh, father, tell me â° do we get what we deserve?
It felt like the air had been beaten out of your lungs by the very one and only blunt blade you ever knew when you heard the news from Gojo.
Of course the first thing he did when he finished wrapping things up was calling you. If roles were reversed, and this had been Geto, he wouldn't expect any less from you.
During the School's Exchange Event, Jujutsu High was attacked by multiple high grade curses and curse users.
One of them was your former best friend from high school, Nanami Kento.Â
"Are you certain it was him?"
"Absolutely," Gojo replied on the other side of the line, "there were traces of cursed energy from his cursed technique. He was also spotted by one of MeiMei's ravens."
"And how many students did heâŚ"
"Two students from Kyoto."
Your head instantly felt dizzy.
"He also killed around a dozen assistants and people securing cursed objects underground."
"Shit⌠shit," you muttered, forgetting for a few seconds what words were and how to form a coherent sentence. Following suit, your stomach dropped with a sinking ache the moment you made the obvious realization, uttering the most painful thing you had to say in your life â even worse than he's gone, so many years before.
 "This will earn him a death sentence, won't it?"
Gojo was silent for a few moments.
"HeyâŚ"
"Tell me. I can take it."
After a bated breath â from your end, mostly â he confirmed your worst fears.
"Yes. It will."
Ever since Geto's and Nanami's defection, you and Gojo had a special type of shared sorrow over each other's failures to save the people you both loved the most. Call it trauma bonding or codependency, but you developed an unwavering sense of loyalty towards one another.
For that reason, he already knew what you were about to ask him, and you only would because you knew he wouldn't find it in himself to refuse it.
"When it happens, please, have me be appointed as the executioner."
"Of course."
Sitting with a glass of whiskey while gazing out of the window in an understated house just by the outskirts of Sendai, Nanami couldn't say he was fulfilled, unable to grasp the concept of feeling in any way elated ever since his teenage years. However, he was definitely satisfied that this plan had worked.
He managed to put a dent into Jujutsu Society, aiding Geto â or, at least, someone that looked like him, not that Nanami truly cared about it by this point â in retrieving multiple cursed objects that would be used for their inevitable fallout.
There had been a few casualties, though.
Two students and many personnel died â or rather, met their fateful end by the edge of his blunt blade â, but some deaths should be expected if Jujutsu Society was to be brought to the ground, down to its last brick.
Ever since that fateful day when he was nothing but a tall child sitting beside the cold corpse of his best friend, Yu Haibara, Nanami had simmered what would become a cauldron of absolute venom-dripping rage against Jujutsu Society.
To hell with saving other people â what about them? What about the teenager that would never grow to be a sorcerer, who became an inanimate nothing before ever getting the chance of making something out of himself?Â
That face⌠Nanami could never forget it. It haunted his dreams, even a decade later. Such a stark contrast between the light-spirited smiles and this cold, gray monolith that laid in the morgue.
They had no right to rob their students from their youth, much less from their lives, but that's exactly what Jujutsu High did when they didn't even bother to check the mission appropriately before dispatching Haibara and Nanami to a certain death.
Nanami escaped, but just barely, by the skin of his teeth. Haibara, however, wasn't blessed with the same luck, and drew the short straw when his hitched final breaths met their end against Nanami's shoulder. Nanami, who carried his best friend on his back, desperately tried to win a losing race against death.Â
Help was late to arrive.
They were too late for Haibara.
And, in a sense, they were too late for him, too.
The worst part, though, was when they were finally being transported all the way back to Jujutsu High. As he glanced over Haibaraâs cadaver, now covered by a body bag, one particularly insensitive assistant very rudely stated, âat least there is a body to be buried.â
At least
There is a bodyÂ
To be buried
Those words echoed in his head for what felt like eternity. Was that the best they all had to hope for? To at least have remains left behind for the mourning?
In any case, that was why, even though he had to kill, Nanami never mangled any of his human victims â something not easy to do, given how his technique worked and how easy it was to split someone in half.
You had noticed this perverted benevolence while looking over the necropsy reports, a realization that just added insult to injury.
Let there be something for the funeral, I suppose, was what he told himself.
In his own twisted way, Nanami figured this was a kindness very few sorcerers received at their tragic ends, and decided he'd definitely be more compassionate than what Jujutsu High put their sorcerers through.Â
In his eyes, those from Jujutsu High who died under his will were the ones granted a truly merciful death.
His peace was disturbed by the sound of the entrance door being brutally kicked in, flying its way across the living room. He pulled his blunt blade from the side of his armchair with his free hand, but quickly put it down when realizing it was you that had just barged inside.
He knew you very well â well enough to be certain you wouldn't come swinging at him immediately.
"I can see you still have a temper. Destroying the door wasnât necessary, I would've opened it for you," he stated, sipping on his drink.
"I don't care," you retorted, "I guess you already know why I'm here, in any case."
"I do. You're here to carry out my death sentence," he stated, completely unbothered, as if talking about the weather.
As if he was just mundanely stuck in his ways.Â
You huffed, placing your hand over your sword's handle.
"Precisely."
"We haven't spoken in a long time, why don't you take a seat?" Nanami inquired, pointing at the armchair right in front of him. "I want to finish my drink."
You glared at the curse user, as he, unfazed, kept gulping on his whiskey. Nanami was wearing a black buttoned shirt, black pants and black oxford shoes, and you couldn't help but see him as a grim reaper â this was a somber look, fitting for the equally somber man who carried it.
For a second, you took in his features â you hadnât seen Nanami for a few years after the last time you crossed paths.
His shoulders had slightly broadened, and he still bore the same chiseled face, framed by his sand-blond hair neatly slicked back.
Nanamiâs eyes traveled over you quickly, apparently doing the very same thing.
Time had left its marks. It was evident you both had grown up â and apart.
You knew this was a shit idea, but entertained it enough that you actually walked towards the chair and sat down. There were definitely things to be talked about, and you just about had a million questions for him.
Most of them, however, boiled down to what you immediately asked.
"Why did you do it?"
Nanami put his glass on the coffee table right in front of you.
"It was a necessary means to an end."
His words came with frost-bitten coldness, his voice embodying the monotone you once loved, but eventually, grew to hate.
You scoffed, incredulous at his reply, involuntarily clenching your fingers around your katana's handle as it laid on your lap.
"Necessary means to an end? Nanami, you killed teenage sorcerers!"
"As I said, and I don't like repeating myself," he interjected, "it was a necessary sacrifice for a greater cause."
"You're such a hypocritical, self-righteous ass!"
Nanami sighed, clearly displeased.
"We have always been able to keep some semblance of respect for each other, despite our⌠differences. Do not use that foul language with me."
You laughed bitterly, no amusement or fun in your voice as you did.
"Do you think I can still have an ounce of respect for you after what you did? You murdered my people! They were all sorcerers. You killed students, Nanami! Jujutsu High's students! Just like Haibara once was!"
He shot his eyes at you, and the aura of his cursed energy grew sinister at your words.Â
"Don't say his name."
Yu Haibara, arguably the glue that kept the trio together. You were hot headed, Nanami was intransigent, and Yu was the conciliatory ray of sunshine that kept you two â but you, particularly â from constant quarreling as classmates nearly every day.
But back then, you'd argue with Nanami with love.
This wasn't the case now.
Not entirely, at least.
"He was my best friend too, the three of us were! Do you really think this is what he would've wanted?!" you questioned him, equal parts hurt and enraged.
"I'm not one to ponder on could've or would've been's. Haibara is gone."
"I'm not a would've been!"
You could still remember it. The day you realized why dealing with Nanami and hearing his sharp comebacks riled you up so intensely.Â
You finally understood you were in love with him.
Ever since the first day you met Nanami, you envied the way he'd be able to keep his feelings in check when you constantly felt like falling apart. You felt jealous at how he was considered a greatly competent individual, regarded by all as the best of your class, while you were basically viewed as a ticking bomb nearing explosion. And finally, it made you livid the way how everyone treated him like the informal leader of the trio when the three of you were out on a mission together.
However, those were the same things that got you to admire your friend and, eventually, fall in love for him.
That day, you asked Nanami to meet you outside after class by himself â much to Haibara's dismay â, because you had something to tell him. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and the unforgiving sun of summer was already setting, casting an orange glow through the leaves of the tree you were both under.
After confessing your feelings for him and bracing yourself for being shot down, because why the hell would Nanami Kento, the brilliant, competent, and mature second-year, have any interest in the chaotic, hot headed mess you were, you realized he actually looked surprised. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Nanami told you how he had thought you actually hated him.
At last, somewhat nervous â but definitely intent on not letting it show â, he confided he had affectionate feelings towards you as well.
Your first kiss was awkward, as it would be expected out of two inexperienced people such as you and Nanami were at that age, but it carried the sweet taste of a blue spring marked by teenage years' innocence.
It felt like a promise.
Unfortunately, such promise was unmercifully cut short the very next day, when Nanami and Haibara were dispatched to their life-changing mission.
What an irony it was that, in the end, you were the one to actually mature over Haibara's death, growing up to be an upstanding sorcerer, loved and admired by peers and students alike, and Nanami was the bomb to blow up in everybody's faces.
What a cruel irony.
"I was there too, and I'm still here, having to pick up the pieces of what you deliberately destroyed!" you rasped, angrily.
"You weren't a 'would've been'? Where were you when we needed you? When I needed you?" his voice didn't conceal the tinge of hurt that those questions carried.
What a fucking low blow.
"Nanami, that's not fair. There wasn't anything I could've done in that situation, and you know that!"
You blamed yourself for a while for not going on that mission with them, until you realized that you too would probably have died if you were there. From the three, Nanami was the only one strong and fast enough to pull off an escape like he did.
He diverted his gaze back to the window.
"You were the one to bring up hypothetical scenarios. Let's indulge in them for a minute, shall we?"Â
Nanami glanced back at you, and his next words brimmed with bitter resentment, even if his voice sounded more calm and collected than ever.
"You see someone you supposedly love slowly sinking into darkness. What do you do?"
"Don't you dare, you condescending prick! I asked you so many fucking times what was going on. You were the one who shut me out!"
Your voice carried a decade-old pain that resonated from the depths of your soul.
It came from all the times you entered his dorm room with his favorite sandwich after he had cooped up in there for days on end, and he didn't even bother to eat it. Every time you asked him to talk to you, said you were there for him, and was met by a vacant stare.
And, at last, the time when he cruelly blamed you for not being there when Haibara died.
The way he coldly told you about Haibara's last words.
According to Nanami, Haibara said he wanted to speak to you one last time, at least to bid you farewell.
And you weren't there.
Oh, the viciousness with which he blamed you, and decided you owed him something for this perceived failure.Â
The next time Nanami talked to you, he asked you to leave Jujutsu High with him, just like Geto did, and swore to destroy them. You tried, pleaded, implored for him to reconsider and stay, but the very following day, you were met by an empty room where the person you once loved used to be.Â
That emptiness had, paradoxically, filled you wholly with grief.
Gojo once told you that nobody could save someone who didn't want to be saved.
You still thought you should've tried harder, in a childish attempt at giving yourself an illusory semblance of control over that clusterfuck of a situation.
This is the gap inside our psyche that feeling guilty tries to fill, isn't it?
We can only feel guilty about the things we could've changed, right?
Your voice sounded decades older than yourself, burdening the weight of multiple lifetimes of hurt and grief. Your soul was too old for your own good.
"How can you find it in yourself to blame me for this?! No⌠This is a prison of your own making. You built the house of cards that is tumbling down on your head as we speak entirely by yourself."
He huffed intensely through his nostrils â Nanamiâs version of a snort â, looking the other way before proceeding, each syllable hitting you with the deadly precision of his cursed technique.
"You abandoned us, leaving me and Haibara to fend for ourselves, just like Jujutsu Society did."
By that point, you began yelling, and your voice reverberated all across the room.
"The hell I did!"
You had to take a deep breath before proceeding.
"I just couldn't get behind this dumb idea that we should become curse users and bring down Jujutsu Society."
"Why didn't you come with me?" he finally asked, in an amalgam of pain, sadness, longing, anger, and stinging resentment. "I would have followed you to the deepest recesses of hell if you asked me to."
You huffed, laughing angrily in between your teeth, before thrusting your words like thorns against him.
"Funny you should say that. You'd go anywhere for me? How about staying? Why couldn't you have stayed for me, then?!"Â
Perhaps that request was egotistical, but you didn't care. If only for a moment, you wanted to give yourself this small privilege â to want in a world of duty.
"I was the one actually left to fend for myself, right inside the belly of the beast, and you couldn't have cared less."
He stared at you, nothing in his eyes other than the void left behind after his spirit got killed with his best friend so many years ago.
"I didn't stay because⌠Because," Nanami stated, with a grave finality, "and you're the one who chose to stay. You're still actively choosing to, just like you did back then."
"That's not a good enough answer," you replied with a bad taste in your mouth.
"It's what you've earned," he coldly replied, "but in case you change your mind-"
"Enough," you interrupted him, incredulous that even after everything, this man had the nerve of suggesting you'd ever be interested in running away with him. "It appalls me you would even consider I could⌠After what you've done? No, never."
Nanami sighed, and for a brief moment, seemed to be actually disappointed under his resigned, polished visage.
"Well, then. Let's get this over with, at once."
In a split second, you pushed your chair on the ground, falling on your shoulders and rolling on your back, dodging his lightning-fast attack. It left a crater behind, right where you were seconds before. Nanami jumped over the fallen armchair, and you dodged him once again, spinning on your heels, unsheathing your sword as you did so, to deal a beheading blow on the back of his neck.
However, right before impact, you faltered, slowing down your movement.
Your own body held you back from taking his life.
He didn't seem to notice.
Nanami bent down just in time to avoid the blow, and swung his blunt blade towards your kneecap. You were quick on your feet, and jumped back, putting a good distance between the both of you.
"I can see you're actually fighting to kill," he noted, getting up on his feet.
"Of course. That's what I came here to do," you spat in his direction.
"You were never the practical one."
You scoffed.
"Guess I learned something from you."
He smiled at the irony of that, but his eyes didn't follow his expression.Â
Nanami lunged at you, but while you thought he'd deal his next blow in your direction, he hit your footing, having you fall on the ground. Abruptly, his blunt blade descended in your direction, but you were able to catch it and have it slip to your side using your katana supported by your hand behind it, sending a sharp, loud sound around the vicinity, trembling against the bones and flesh of the house.
You rolled on your side when he struck a new hit in your direction, leaving another gaping hole on the floor, and you jumped yourself up.Â
Before you could attack him, however, he took you by surprise, and you lifted your sword to defend yourself. Nanami hit your katana with his blunt blade, breaking it near where the handle and the steel met, launching your body back on the wall.
The impact knocked the air out of your lungs, and you fell to your knees, unable to recover yourself as you got up. Instantly, you heard his quick, steady steps sprinting their way in your direction.
You were cornered.
This is it.
You braced yourself for the impact, closing your eyes. You remembered his technique perfectly.
Precise, just as he was.
Deadly, just as he was, too.
You were to die at the hands of the man you loved, who had become a murderer and only a distorted, broken version of whom you used to truly love.
This seemed like an oddly cruel way to go.
However, the impact never came.
His blunt blade stopped as it was about to hit your stomach, and you opened your eyes, just to see his face mere inches apart from yours. His mountainous form blocked your view from anything else behind him, and Nanami, at that moment, actually looked like the menace he truly was.Â
âWhy were you appointed as my executioner?â Nanami asked, much to your surprise.
âI asked to be,â you answered, holding his gaze as something went through his eyes. A hint of anger, most likely, and some sense of betrayal, certainly.Â
âSo, you want to kill someone you once loved? You were always prone to self-penitence, so it stands to reason youâd do something idiotic like that.â
You scoffed, grimacing at him, feeling your entire body incandescent with rage.
âI fucking hate you, Nanami.âÂ
He inched his face even closer, brushing your noses against one another, eyes stone-cold and hauntingly vacant.
âI hate you as well.â
For a moment, you wondered if he had really stopped his blade before impact. You didn't expect it, but hearing those words felt like you just had been hit, victim of a blunt trauma, at how much they tore you apart.Â
The same blunt trauma that severed the Nanami you once knew â the teenager with bangs, who'd always be carrying around a few spare changes to get soda cans from the vending machine for you and Haibara, in his own understated kindness â and this empty monster looking back at you.
"Good. Finish me off, then, and get your revenge for a crime I never committed. Being unfair and an all-around self-centered asshole certainly suits you, fucker."
His hand made its way up your neck, and you were pressed against the wall. The grip was firm, but not enough to choke you â it came more as a warning than anything else.
"I already told you to stop using that foul language with me," he ordered, low voice simmering with genuine irritation.
"Then make me," you challenged him, hoping for this torture to be over as fast as possible.
Just fucking kill me already.
His blunt blade fell with a thud on the floor, and you were confused for a moment, wondering if he really wouldn't give you the kindness of a quick demise. Did he plan on choking you to death?
Did he hate you that much?
His other hand came up, but before you could do anything to try to resist â which would be nothing but a futile attempt at survival, given that Nanami was physically much stronger than you â, his fingers snaked their way through the back of your hair, tugging it at the roots.Â
His mouth clashed against yours, all teeth, tongue, anger, and hunger, and instantly every nerve in your body flared up with a raging fiery ember you hadn't felt in years. All the pent-up resentment, hurt, and desire you had for Nanami swirled together in your gut, guiding your hands up his hair, as you also pulled on it intently, robbing him of a gasp.
You intertwined your tongue against his, and he unceremoniously bullied his own inside your mouth, leaving no crevice unexplored, as his hand on your neck descended towards your waist, where he clenched his fingers with a vicious grip. You whimpered against his lips, and he grunted in return, pushing his body on yours. His throbbing growing cock could be felt, even through both of your clothes, as he pressed it right against the edge of your pants.
When you finally parted after what seemed like a not-long-enough eternity, you huffed and panted, and albeit less than you, he was panting too.
"I fucking⌠hate youâŚ" you gnarled, glaring into his eyes. The hazel-brown gaze you once adored was now clouded and dark, like the muddy waters of a deep lake.
"Shut the fuck up," Nanami groaned back, strongly cupping your cunt with his large hand. You whimpered in surprise, and he pulled you in harshly for another kiss, letting go of your hair and sex to sink his fingers on the backside of your thighs, pulling them. You immediately jumped up and threw your arms around his shoulders, as he manhandled your legs to have them hooked around him.
He quickly took you both inside the room, and tossed you on the bed, having you gasping in surprise. Before you could catch your breath, he climbed his way on top of you, pressing your body down, and clashed his mouth against yours again, making you actually lightheaded from a lack of air.
You pushed against his chest, grunting uneasy, and surprisingly, he parted his lips from yours.
"What?"
You panted heavily, nearly hyperventilating, and mindlessly rested your hand on his cheek.
"C-can't breatheâŚ" was all you mustered up to say, trying to replenish oxygen back into your system.
His eyes softened so discreetly you nearly missed it, and his cold-ivory enclosure slightly cracked under the affectionate touch he didn't expect.
Nanami had no idea how much he had craved it ever since you parted ways, and hated himself, just a little, for how much such an innocuous gesture stirred his old feelings up, throwing his heart against his chest in a fluttering rush.
I should be over her by now, dammit.
Nanami also brought his hand up your face, and ghosted over your cheek for a second before sliding his fingers delicately down over it.
You also weren't prepared for that, and your chest tightened all over your heavy heart as you remembered your first kiss.
The way he'd cup your face in his hands.
 So delicate, so lovely.
This touch, at this very moment, felt like a painful reminder of everything you had lost.
"KentoâŚ" you cooed, voice strained in your throat, with all the things you were sure you'd never say.
He hummed your name in return, and kissed you while sinking your body against the mattress. This kiss was different, as his lips brushed gently over yours, and his tongue tenderly teased over the seam of your mouth. You welcomed him in, and you both explored these deep waters tentatively, as he upped the intensity after each stroke of your tongues against each other.
He tasted like whiskey, and bread, and the tainted love left behind as nothing but a reminiscence of less grueling days. You couldn't help but feel robbed by him.
You both had been missing out on this for all these fucking years.
"Why did you have to go?" you asked, pulling back from him, a tinge of anger to your cadence, and another of pain in your face.
"Why did you have to stay?" he spat back at you, equal parts saddened and resentful.
His mouth made its way to your neck, and you gasped with the sensation of his warm breath mingled with saliva against your skin, as he licked and bit his way around.
You couldnât find it in yourself to push him away, and your eyes burned with the prickling sensation of tears that wouldnât come. You were starved for his touch, his smell, his body, even if this was the murderer of your students, of your friends.
In your head, you felt like digging a hole and throwing yourself in it, to wallow in the misery of realizing that you were about to fuck the murderer of people you loved, and that it felt good.
A pool of heat and fire shot down your insides as your heartbeats throbbed in between your legs.
You hated yourself, and on top of it all, hated Nanami.Â
Hated that you couldn't help but still love him, even after all he had done.
This was the setting tension in between the both of you, the two extremes of hate and love pulling against each other, all while the tug of war rope refused to snap to either side.
He pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, and you undid his shirt, unzipping his pants. He unzipped you too, and quickly enough, took off your pants along with your panties with a single sharp tug.
Back to rough, but not entirely, it seemed.
His hand glided against your thigh and his fingertips slipped over your entrance, getting completely glazed by your already dripping arousal. He grunted, a guttural and intense sound deep in his chest, giving you another bite on the soft skin of your neck.
"Hate me?" Nanami asked, teasing his digits over your cunt, "doesn't seem like it."
You managed to scoff at him, which would prove to be a mistake.
"Go fuck yours-"
Before you could finish your sentence, he dove two of his fingers inside knuckle-deep, without any hint of a warning, forcefully stretching your walls around them. You immediately let out a whimper so pitiful you wondered if that was really your voice.
He seemed satisfied at that. Perhaps, even elated.
"Good girl," Nanami whispered right beside your ear, nibbling against your earlobe with his teeth, sending shivers down your spine. He began sliding his fingers in and out, and you bucked down against his hand while moaning and mewling, walls sheathing his digits as he finger-fucked your cunt, neglecting your clit as punishment for calling him a condescending prick earlier.
His palm rucked against your dripping folds, echoing wet slaps all throughout the room, as your arousal kept pooling on his palm.
He mumbled softly against your skin, bringing his mouth up to brush against yours, "hate⌠you still love me."
You instantly drew one of your hands to slap him in the face for this hurtful teasing, but he had quick reflexes â quicker than yours. He dodged himself back as your hand hit the empty sheets, and edged his fingers to hit against your soft spot, pressing it so violently, you let out a strained cry from the shooting overstimulation pain.
"Ah- Shit!" you shouted, face all scrunched up.
"Can't you behave for once?" he chided, "why is it so hard for you to j-just-âÂ
Nanamiâs breath hitched in his throat as he grunted, unable to finish his sentence.
You shut him up the only way you could think â grabbing his cock harshly over his boxers. It was extremely effective, and he immediately humped his length against your hand, while lowly groaning.
With trembling hands and a violent snap, you haphazardly pulled his boxers down to his mid-thighs, as his fingers kept mercilessly bullying their way inside you, sending vibrating waves all throughout your body with every thrust.
âStop⌠telling me⌠ah-aaah-â you rolled your eyes back with a loud moan, struggling to keep a train of coherent thought, gnarling your next words, âwhat to⌠ah- do!â
His cock sprang out, slapping against his belly. The tip was already flustered red, leaking with pre-cum, and had a long, prominent vein on the underside.
To punish him back for the roughness, you grabbed his length with one hand, and with the other, pressed the middle of your palm against his flushed tip, glistening his arousal around it with enough force to jump across the divide between intense pleasure and painful overstimulation.
Nanami cursed with a feral voice through his teeth, immediately biting the side muscles of your neck with no semblance of restraint, making sure to leave a purple remnant of pain etched on your skin.
âAh- ouch! Fuck!â you spat out, tightening your grip around his cock, but weakened enough to release the tight pressure against his tip, letting him fuck into your hand. His hips bucked erratically, and his lips pressed a quick kiss right where he had previously bitten.
He couldn't help it.
Suddenly, Nanami stopped his rutting fingers to press his thumb against your already throbbing clit. That instantly had you seeing stars as you cursed loudly in between moans and grunts, drawing your free hand to his head, ferociously tugging at his hair, as heat pooled in your lower abdomen like fiery embers of coal.
He grabbed your arm, pulling it away from his shaft, and removed his fingers from your walls, having them clenching around nothing at such a sudden emptiness. You began complaining, only to have your voice cut short by his tongue slipping its way inside your mouth, in a sloppy, wet kiss.Â
Parting from you, Nanamiâs eyes were glassy, and you were absolutely sure your gaze mustâve looked just as hazy as his.
In a brief moment, before you realized it, he slid himself down, and unceremoniously lapped at your already sensitive clit with his warm tongue, hot breath tickling against your sensitive skin.
Both of your hands descended towards his hair, brushing over his golden and now messy locks more tenderly than you expected. Nanami suddenly shivered and moaned into your cunt, edging his tongue down your folds and back, eyes fluttering shut the moment he tasted you entirely.
He felt a tinge of pain clench at his chest, realizing this was the taste he had missed out on for all that time â your taste, which would surely ruin him forever.
Nanamiâs pain, however, was quick to turn into outrage, as he began sucking on your clit relentlessly, eliciting the most animalistic sounds you had ever uttered.
You instinctively tried backing away, and he pulled on your thighs, holding them with such a violent force that his hand was sure to leave an engraving of his digits over your plush skin.
Nanami was intent on dragging this orgasm out of you by any means necessary.
You had never given him anything he wanted from you â be it the company to fight against Jujutsu High or the same unwavering loyalty he had for you. So this was something heâd take.
If you wouldnât be by his side, then the least you could do was to cum for him so fervently, heâd be sure to ruin you just as much as he felt like you had ruined him. You owed him that, or so Nanami thought.
âAaah-- Kento! S-slow d-⌠fuck!â
You came with a thunderous shout, jolting your hip forward as your thighs tightened with inhuman strength to the sides of his head. Nanami made sure to deliciously lick your way down from your high, applying such a precise and perfect pressure on your clit that you couldâve wept from sheer satisfaction.
After your legs went limp, he slowly climbed his way back to you, pressing kisses all over your body, leaving a ghost of heat wherever his mouth traveled. When Nanami finally reached your face, he put his forearms against your sides, hands over your shoulders, caging you in, as he pressed his mouth against yours in a slow kiss.
You were floating in a calm sea, salty waves caressing your body every time they passed through, and it felt cozy. Inviting, even. As he parted his lips from yours, Nanami gazed into your eyes in the way he used to.
For a second, you got catapulted into the past, and the orange sun that warmed your cheeks through the leaves as you kissed for the first time seemed to shine its rays over again.
With his arms around you, the nonsensical feeling of being protected washed over your heart.
âCome with me,â he whispered with a sultry, husky voice.Â
âKentoâŚâ you cooed, sighing, wanting nothing more than for this moment to extend for infinity.
But it couldnât.
You didnât go with him, so many years ago.
And wouldnât go now, either.
That wasnât how it worked for the both of you.
Nanami understood it, and what seemed like another crack against his unwavering walls had formed the moment his brows furrowed above his eyes.
âFine, then,â he said, with a tinge of genuine hurt to his voice.
You parted your thighs to accommodate his hips, and he obliged, guiding his hand down to align his cock against your entrance. You bent and hooked your legs around him, pulling him in, and as the tip of his length got pressed against your dripping cunt, he gasped slightly over your lips.
Nanami sunk in slowly, going through your already relaxed ring. However, it apparently wasnât relaxed enough, or perhaps he was just too big, because you could feel every inch of stretching his cock made against your walls as he slowly bottomed out inside your cunt.
His mouth fell open and you exhaled a moan into it, breaths mingling together. You two drank each other in. Nanami pressed his forehead against yours, and you both held each otherâs gaze, as he pulled your left wrist above your head, holding it there, pushing you down the mattress by your waist with his other hand.
After a moment for you to take him in, Nanami began rolling his hips into you, while his hand kept bruisingly pressing your wrist against the mattress. You could feel his balancing act of trying to love you and wanting to hurt you at the same time.
You werenât so different from him in that sense, though. Your nails got dragged down his back with abrasive force, and for a second, you considered drawing blood from him. He grunted, and you saw the spark of cold-hearted anger flash through his now dimmed eyes.
You both wanted to love each other just as much as you wanted to hurt each other.
In a more forgiving universe, perhaps, heâd hold your hand tenderly, intertwining his fingers in yours. Maybe you two would be in the kitchen as he showed you one of his favorite bread recipes, and share quiet moments of understanding companionship when remembering those who had left this world too soon.
But this wasnât that universe, unfortunately.
He was to die, and you were to carry out his execution.Â
Except you couldnât, because even if you still tried to cling on to any sliver of morals, even if his life was something yours alone to take, the mere thought of a world without Nanami was far worse than the reality of a world in which he was a murderer.
You insisted on fighting a losing game, and much to no oneâs surprise, you lost.Â
Good riddance to me, I suppose.
His grunts came hitched and stuttered against your mouth as he was now rutting himself into you, biting your lower lip hard enough to almost pierce the skin with his teeth. You moaned loudly, dragged around with pain and pleasure, the combo that seemed to summarize the gist of your relationship.
He let go of your wrist and descended his hand without a warning towards your already overworked clit, glazing his thumb against the ring of arousal you were leaving around him before starting to make circles around your nub. Your moans came out cracked and faltering, as you tried to resist the instinctive urge of fleeing that the overstimulation was eliciting.
âGive me⌠one more,â Nanami groaned lowly against your cheek, planting multiple kisses down the side of your face and your chin. His hair â which had already fallen from its usual slick arrangement â brushed against your fluttering eyelids, momentarily weaving golden sand colors over your your vision, and you drove both your hands to the back of his head, pulling him in for another kiss.Â
You could kiss him like this forever.Â
You actually wanted to, at that moment.
To his request, you nodded, and this was probably the first time you acquiesced to any request Nanami had ever made to you.Â
Fulfilled, his thrusts and his finger over your clit became increasingly erratic, as he was now moaning your name against your mouth. You pushed your tongue over his, sliding your hands up his head to tug at his roots, and that was all it took to tip him over the edge.
Nanami came with a muffled groan, having your tongue still pushed inside his mouth, and kept pumping himself inside you trying to keep the comedown at bay. His thick, white cum got glazed all over inside you, and the slaps of flesh and skin began sounding ever more wet than they already were.
You werenât so far off, with your walls fluttering around him, and he noticed it, keeping his now trembling thumb pressed and circling intently over your clit. With one perfectly applied nudge on your sensitive bud, Nanami finally pulled you over the edge along with him.
Some tears began pooling on the edges of your lashes, and all your emotions â anger, sadness, grief, longing, and a particular brand of despair you cultivated during the last decade â came crashing down as he wrenched your second orgasm from you.
Your body convulsed under him, fluttering walls expelling his softening cock out, as you shouted and grunted into his mouth. You didnât know if you were more furious at yourself for still loving him, at him for loving you, or at Jujutsu Society for jumbling you both like pawns to be tossed around until you two were broken beyond repair.
Angry at them for sending the young out to have their spirits crushed too soon. For all the deaths no one got to mourn because there was too much work, too little time, and the wounded were always left behind to fend for themselves.
Just like you were.
And just like Nanami was.
You sat at the edge of the bed while putting your shirt back on, and looked back at Nanami, who had his buttoned shirt open over his chest.
âAre you still resolute on your decision of not coming with me?â Nanami asked, with a tinge of eagerness. Or maybe it was just your imagination.
You pondered for a moment, and knew exactly what the answer to that question was.
âYes. Iâm not coming with you.â
For a second, you caught the faintest glimpse of the person he used to be. Something aching to genuine disappointment.
The longing that flashed through him, unfortunately, was quick to go, as he began buttoning his shirt down, averting his gaze elsewhere.
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâd hate myself for the rest of my life if I did,â you stated, sighing before continuing, âand itâs not because I canât kill you or because I love you that I donât despise you. You crossed an uncrossable line.â
He pursed his lips, and almost felt regretful for the path he chose.
Almost, since regret now would come ten years too late.
âYou canât go back. They will know you let me go,â Nanami remarked. Be it from him or from looking around this house, Jujutsu High would surely hold you accountable for this â for willingly letting the curse user and murderer, Nanami Kento, escape their wrath.
âI know that,â you replied, a tad bit more defeated than you expected, âthatâs why Iâm fleeing to Hokkaido.â
He sighed and looked at you. You held his gaze, feeling a little hint of anxiety at what he seemed to be simmering under the surface.
With a warmer expression â or as warm as he could muster it up to be â, Nanami spoke again.Â
âI truly want you to come with me. Youâd be safer. Weâd⌠be by each otherâs side.â
For a moment, you faltered, open lips with no sound coming out of them. Blinking yourself back to Earth, you asked, âyou mean together?â
Nanami kept silent, but nodded, waiting for your response.
He wasnât just asking for you to come with him, but to be with him.
You wanted to. You did. Something Nanami never knew was just how much you wanted to follow him when he asked you the same thing, so many years ago.
But even though you wholeheartedly loved him with every minute part of your being, your loyalty lied elsewhere.
Not with him, but with the people he had killed.
Well, at least that was the comfortable lie you were capable of living with.
It would destroy you to realize the loyalty you had for the murderer of the people you loved.Â
In the end, even if you werenât a teenager anymore, you were just as much a hostage to your feelings as you had always been.
The ticking took a long time, but the bomb eventually went off.
With a decadeâs old delay.
âI⌠just canât. I canât.â
Nanami reclined himself against the wall over which the bed rested, closing his eyes as he supported the back of his head on it.Â
He never told you, but this moment broke his heart all over again.
He felt pathetically small.
Guess we get what we deserve, after all.
âYou really do have a taste for penitence,â Nanami noted, his voice barely concealing the bitterness that tainted those words.
You scoffed, getting up on your feet, ready to leave as the first rays of sunshine began bleeding through the thick curtains that covered the bedroomâs window.
âGo to hell.â
He chuckled, a sound you hadnât heard in a very long time. However, it sounded off-key. Wrong.
Sad.
âWeâre already here.âÂ
At the end of it all, he wasnât wrong.
You were doomed to always keep leaving each other.
If only the world had been a little kinder.
But kindness, it seemed, wasnât in the cards for you.
End notes: Iâm silently screaming. Oh my, this one took way longer than expected, but I enjoyed the writing process during every step of the way (I mean, if that wasnât evident already from the fact that I made a playlist for this đ). I forgot how much I was a sucker for gut wrenching angst. Hope you enjoyed it too! đŚ
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Seeing a few "those MEDIA ILLITERATE CHILDREN still INSIST that the finale was BURY YOUR GAYS" floating around.
I'm happy to break down my reasoning:
David Jenkin's post-finale interviews all make clear that Izzy's death was decided upon - even if only by David himself - at a very early stage.
Having established that Izzy would die, the writing team then chose to give him an explicitly queer narrative arc of self-discovery and joy, one they knew was going to end in a painful death.
They gave no other characters that strikingly queer arc of self-acceptance and expression - just the one they'd already decided to bury by the end. There were other queer characters, in queer relationships, but they didn't get queer arcs. (A character arc is the transformation or inner journey of a character over the course of a story. Being queer is not itself an arc; for example, Lucius's arc was about overcoming trauma. A character can be queer without a queer arc.)
The only character who did get a queer arc also got a grave.
You should be concerned by this choice from a writing team, especially if you are queer.
You should not be belittling the people who are voicing their concern.
As a side note, I was born in the 1980s. I grew up in the UK under Section 28. For what it's worth, I also have a first in English Literature. I've been suffering terrible media representation of gay people my whole life, and when I see it in a show which made a point of encouraging gay fans to feel safe and seen and respected, I'm going to point at it and scream very loudly.
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Poly! The Lost Boys x GN! Reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warning: slight physical violence (manager grabs reader's arm), verbal abuse
Prompt: âAre you SURE I canât punch him in the face?â / âYes.â / âWhat if I just break his nose a little?â
Summary: The boys have been coming to the diner youâre waiting tables at for a while. Your manager is not a fan. One night things escalate.
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The bell chimed above the door, signaling the arrival of new customers. You looked up after placing the food in front of an older couple, and a bright smile lit up your face as you saw the group of four that just walked in. David and his gang have been coming to the diner for months now. They showed up one night, seemingly curious about the new place that had just opened on the boardwalk. You took their order, they made a few flirty remarks, you flirted right back, and that was it. They obviously took a liking to you and have been coming back every other night. It was honestly the highlight of your day, your stomach flipping in excitement every time. Even if they barely ordered anything, they still spent hours there, and you made an effort to go over to them and chat when work got slower and you had some time.
Your manager clearly didnât like that. He complained before that they make other customers uncomfortable â although it didnât seem that way to you â, and chastised you for encouraging them to spend so much time there. He made it a point to give you meaningless tasks so you wouldnât have time for them, making them leave quicker. He had also been making snide remarks about them and glaring at their table to the point that they started noticing it.
You could basically hear him rolling his eyes from behind the counter as you walked up to their booth and greeted them.
âHey guys, long time no see,â you joked.
âHi babe, did you miss us?â Paul purred resting his head in his hand, giving you a dreamy look.
âMaybe,â you smiled coyly. âMaybe not. Who knows?â
âYouâre such a tease,â he pouted, but his eyes were smiling.
âYou know you like it, Paulie.â
âOh, I absolutely love it,â he grinned right back at you.
You chuckled. âWhat can I get you guys? The usual?â
âCan I have you for dinner, sugar? I promise Iâll be gentle. Unless you donât want me to,â Marko said with a shit eating grin on his face.
âYou and gentle are on two different planets when it comes to eating, Marko. Babe, if I were you, I wouldnât let his teeth near me.â
Marko swatted at Paul, who grabbed a menu to shield himself. âShut up, dude. Youâre no better either. You make even bigger messes than I do.â
âNot true.â
âWho complained about his pants getting ruined just a few days ago? Again.â
âCome on, man, that was one time.â
âLike I said. Again.â
âYeah? Well you-â
âBoys,â David interjected before it could get any more out of hand. âHow about we order already?â His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it that caused the other two to begrudgingly back down. It was a good thing too. Some of the other customers were already staring at the commotion, shuffling uncomfortably in their seats and whispering among themselves. You could feel your manager practically glaring holes into the back of your head.
They proceeded to give you their orders one by one, and after writing them down and sending them one last smile, you went to relay the orders to the cook. Thatâs when your manager walked up to you, his stormy expression promising nothing good.
âI need to talk to you for a second,â he stated.
Holding back an eye roll you nodded, âSure.â
âI told you before that they are not welcome here,â he started, sending a glance towards their table. âTell those punks to behave or theyâll get kicked out. This is a respectable establishment. We donât want some hooligans bringing down our reputation.â
You wondered whether he had the balls to do the kicking out himself, but all you said aloud was âYes, sir.â
When you brought out their food, Dwayne caught your wrist to get your attention.
âIs he giving you trouble again?â He motioned with his eyes towards the kitchen, and you looked to see your manager staring out the little window cut into the door.
âItâs fine, nothing I canât deal with,â you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. Dwayne gave you a concerned look but nodded, trusting your word.
âThanks for checking in with me though,â you added, feeling a little bashful all of a sudden, not really used to people caring this much about your well-being.
âOf course,â he smiled back at you.
After giving them their food, you wanted to stay and chat for a bit more, seeing as there werenât many customers, but you could still feel the glare of your manager so you thought better of it. You went back behind the counter and started wiping it down.
You busied yourself with other tasks for a while, refilling a few coffee cups and making small talk while doing so, cleaning up tables after customers left and taking the orders of new arrivals. Even so, you kept stealing glances at them, blushing when you caught David already looking at you a few times. You noticed that he had a habit of following you around with his eyes while you were working, and although you were slightly unnerved at first, now it felt reassuring to know that he was constantly watching over you.
Tearing your eyes from him you wondered, not for the first time, what their life might be like outside these nightly visits. As much as youâve gotten to know them these past few months, they were still an enigma in a sense. You havenât seen them around town during the day before, and every time you asked questions about their background, they skillfully redirected the conversation. So you stopped inquiring, afraid that your prodding will drive them away. For now, you were satisfied with just having them here every other night, brightening up your shift with some light flirting and laughter.
Speaking of laughter, you looked up at the sound of a commotion, only to see Marko dodging a fry chucked at his head by Paul and quickly countering with an attack of his own. Paul barely had time to hold up his menu, the handful of fries bouncing off its surface and onto the seat between them, some of it dropping to the floor. He just let down his impromptu shield, when an onion ring landed right in the middle of his face. The whole table burst out laughing, and he was pointing an accusatory finger at Dwayne, who was shrugging his shoulders with a grin. David was leaning back, watching the food fight with amusement, sipping on his drink.
You couldnât help but chuckle at their antics, not even bothered that you will have to clean up the mess they created. You headed to the back to get a broom, already thinking about a witty line to tell them off. You just turned around to go back out there, when your manager grabbed your arm. Startled, you let go of the broom and it loudly clattered to the floor.
As you looked into his eyes, you saw that he was seething.
âYou tell these low-lives to get the hell out of here right now. Enough is enough. They are loud, not respecting other customers, and now they are making a huge mess by throwing food around. Iâve had it up to here with all this. If they keep coming back Iâll have to do something about it,â he hissed at you, then gave you a look which made you feel like dirt under his shoe. âIt would also help a lot if you werenât encouraging them. Batting your eyelashes like a common whore. You think I couldnât replace you within a few days? You need to start behaving like a professional or so help me Iâll kick you to the curb.â
His grip on you was tightening with each word, and you tried not to flinch. Youâve never seen him so angry before and it was starting to scare you.
âIâm just trying to be friendly with the customersâŚâ
He wasnât having any of it. âEnough with the fucking excuses. You go over there and tell them to get out right now.â
âYes, sir,â you squeaked out and as soon as he let you go, you rushed out of there, broom forgotten on the floor.
David was already looking at you when you approached them. His eyes were on you the second you stepped out of the door, his mood darkening as he took you in. Dwayne picked up on it as well, following his gaze to you. He became alert when he saw your stiff posture, your fingers nervously fidgeting with your apron.
âHey, dollface,â Paul greeted you with a radiant smile, âhave you tried this milkshake before? Itâs fucking amazing.â
His grin instantly disappeared from his face when you didnât smile back.
âEverything okay, babe?â he asked, a bit unsure.
You gave him a sigh before you spoke, âIâm sorry, guys, but you have to leave.â There was silence at the table.
âHe did this to you?â Markoâs voice was cold as he asked while staring at your arm, where a bruise was already starting to form.
âMarko, itâs nothing, donât worry about it,â you tried and failed to calm him down. He looked like he was fuming, ready to explode.
âSweetheart, thatâs not nothing,â Dwayne spoke up next, his jaw tight.
David didnât say anything, but he was glaring down your manager with such intensity, that you saw him scramble back into the kitchen from the corner of your eye.
âI wanna punch him in the face,â Marko stated, and you had no doubt that he would if you let him.
âPlease donât. I need this job to pay my bills,â you sighed. You were getting exhausted at this point, and just wanted this shift to be over.
âHas he done this before? Hurt you?â Paul asked the question all of them wanted to know the answer to.
âNo, he just likes to remind me that Iâm a failure,â you smiled wryly. âBut itâs nothing I canât deal with. I promise.â
âAre you SURE I canât punch him in the face?â Marko repeated, this time with the corner of his mouth turning upward into a little smirk.
âYes.â
âWhat if I just break his nose a little?â Now he was full on grinning.
You snorted. âMan, I would pay money to see that! But like I said, I really need this job. And if you do break his nose, even just a little bit, Iâm sure as hell getting fired.â
David finally spoke up. âAlright, we wonât cause you any more trouble. Letâs go, boys.â
They all stood up, filing out one by one, each of them sending death stares towards your manager peeking through the kitchen door. You watched their retreating figures through the window for a second longer, already dreading how much more boring your shifts are going to be from now on if they donât come back.
Out in the parking lot Dwayne turned to David. âWeâre going to do something about this, right?â
âYes, weâre definitely doing something about it.â He sent a smirk to the others, and as they silently communicated down the plan, they began grinning as well. They got on their bikes, and with a lot of heavy revving, they sped off into the night. It was a promise for later.
#tlb 1987#the lost boys 1987#the lost boys x reader#the lost boys paul#the lost boys marko#the lost boys david#the lost boys dwayne#tlb paul#tlb david#tlb marko#tlb dwayne
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Okay I lied that last rant wasnât over
YET ANOTHER THING: Iâve seen a LOT of the blogs on here who ship David and Michael romantically talk about how David is âsecretlyâ queer and how theyâre going to be âsafe spacesâ for him when heâs ready to come out publicly.
Yâall. There is so, so much wrong with this for so many reasons. First of all, aside from a few rumors to the contrary that Iâve never seen any basis for, David has always been straight-presenting. Heâs only dated women and is currently married to a woman, with whom he has several children. Yes, one of his kids is non-binary and he is an ardent supporter of them and an ally for the LGBTQ+ community as whole. This is GREAT. It shows heâs an engaged parent and a wonderful ally to the community. However, there is nothing pointing to the fact that that David is queer himself. Him wearing pride pins and wearing the âqueer is hereâ sweatshirt is zero indication of his own sexuality. For all we know, heâs just supporting his kid. Also, all the âbetter halvesâ and âwork wivesâ jokes made between the Tennant and Sheen families are clearly that: jokes. Theyâre all clearly in on the gag and think itâs funny, so they keep using it. Thereâs been no real life basis for them actually all being in love with each other and in some kind of swingers situation.
Second, labeling David as âqueerâ when he hasnât specifically said he is himself is just plain wrong. Thereâs nothing âsafe spaceâ about that. Yâall just want to label him that because you want to fit him into your special little mold, so that your ship of Michael/David can set sail IRL, or so you can feel better represented. If itâs the latter, I encourage you to look at how David is an outspoken ally for the LBGTQ+ community. Heâs made his voice known for years about how passionate he is about that communityâs rights, and is a great high-profile ally to have. He doesnât NEED to be queer himself if thatâs not truly who he is.
Point is: Donât label someone with a sexuality theyâve never publicly used themselves just because you want to see them that way.
If for some reason David wants to come out in the future, thatâs great and Iâll support him wholeheartedly if it ever happens. ButâŚthere is NOTHING WRONG with letting him be in a happy, straight-presenting marriage with his wife. Both of them seem very happy, and both of them continue to be strong advocates for the LBGTQ+ community. Let them live their lives.
#I stg eventually I will stop having to make posts like these#david tennant#georgia tennant#michael sheen#david x michael#good omens#good omens fandom
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CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS - JEALOUSY
Male reader (can be read as gn)
The characters and jealousy before you're dating
Characters: Aaron, Emily, Derek, Spencer, JJ, Penelope, Tara, Luke, Elias
CW: mention of almost getting shot
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â˘Aaron hotchner
-he doesn't get jealous easily
-when you talk with other men/women he doesn't mind at all
-especially if he personality knows the person you're speaking with
-even when someone flirts with you he knows they're not competition
-if you do start liking someone he does get a little jealous
-but he doesn't show it, he doesn't have any plans on starting a relationship with you
-if you're not a profiler he doesn't want you to be in danger because of him
-if you are one, he doesn't want to date a coworker
-so even if he gets jealous he won't show it or say anything
-but of course the others notice
-its very subtle but they are trained to study and notice behavior
-they don't dare tease him about it
-depends on who you're closer with on the team they will talk to you about it
-when you say you have feelings for him they will try to encourage you to say something to him
-david or Emily will probably hint him something in between the lines to not ignore his feelings
-so trying to get him jealous or be hard to get isn't gonna work, just talk to him
â˘Emily Prentiss
-if you're both interested in each other, which you are, she will be flirting with you
-when knows you're interested
-emily won't try anything tho, she believes in not dating a coworker
-if you're not a profiler she still will be reluctant to start a relationship with you, afraid of commitment
-she cares for you deeply
-so she does get jealous
-she won't say it but she will show it
-they flirting will stop, and she'll be more formal with you
-you don't know what's wrong
-only when Derek ir jj, ir even pen tell you why's she acting like this you'll understand
-so you try joking with with her and pointing out her jealousy
-she gets the hint and plays along
-eventually you two meet up together and talk about it, like adults, and decide what to do
â˘derek Morgan
-oh he flirts with you so much people already think you're dating
-so there's not much to be jealous about
-but if someone does show interest in you he'll observe from the side with an amused face
-laughing to himself first and then actually starts to worry you'll show interest in someone else
-so he kinda tones down the flirting with you because he thinks you no longer have feelings for him
-one day you ask him why's that and if you did something wrong
-he'll brush it off telling you everything's fine
-but you don't buy it
-you decide to go on a date
-but end up thinking about Derek the whole time
-so you confess to him
-he then explains he thought you had feeling for someone else and stopped with the flirting to not make you uncomfortable
â˘spencer Reid
-you try flirting with him, but he doesn't get it
-so you think it's hopeless and stop
-you try ignoring your feelings for Spencer but it doesn't work
-so you decide to start dating, maybe you'll meet someone you like and forget about Spencer
-but it doesn't work, and you're so exhausted
-of course everyone on the team notices
-even Penelope sees how you look at Spencer, and how he looks at you
-derek gets fed up with this pining and decides to talk with Spencer
-but Spencer himself doesn't know he has feelings for you
-he describes to Derek what he feels everytime you talk to someone attractive and everytime you tell the team you went on a date
-he says he feels weird, a mix of sadness and anger
-so Derek tells him that feeling is jealousy
-spencer then starts paying more attention to this feeling, and your behavior
-of course once someone told him to pay attention to how you behave yourself around him he understands you too, have feelings for him
-so he gathers up the courage to ask you out, not on a date, but just to hang out
-he's weirdly shy and awkward
-usually he's very comfortable with you
-you ask him what's wrong, and he tells you
-they rest of the evening is up to you
â˘Jennifer Jareau
-she denies her feeling for you, completely ignoring them
-once a deputy you're working with on a case starts flirting with you
-and that she can't ignore
-it distracts her from the case
-she's constantly thinking about you
-because of that she made a mistake and almost got herself hurt
-so she goes up to you at the end of the day, when the case is solved
-"um, you know, I was thinking maybe we could go out and get coffee before work tomorrow?"
-she avoids eye contact
-you of course agree
-the weather is exceptional, you two sit outside of the coffee shop, talking and looking at the view
-she tells you how she couldn't focus on the case
-you ask her why, after all it was a regular one, nothing special
-so Jeniffer tells you how she couldn't stop thinking about that deputy who wouldn't stop flirting with you, and how it made her angry
-you didn't think she liked you back
-so you're over the moon
â˘penelope Garcia
-your relationship with pen always involved teasing
-little playful comments here and there
-it was fun, you liked it
-so when she noticed you getting closer to a fellow FBI agent from another department she got upset
-the snarky comments were no longer playful
-she was actually hurt, you didn't know what you did wrong
-you try asking her but she ignores you telling you you're just paranoid
-but you know she's lying
-you show up to her house one night, inviting yourself in
-she's surprised, did she forget you two had plans?
-so you tell her you know something's up and you won't leave until she explains herself
-she gets a little mad, you're so oblivious
-you're actually in shock
-penelope likes you back??
-but you thought she flirts with everyone of her friends
-you apologize, and she tells you there's no need, she should've been more forward
-so you decide to have a date, right here and now
â˘tara lewis
-she doesn't get jealous
-if she doesn't think you have feelings for her she leaves you alone and understands you have the right to flirt with everyone you'd like
-but you give her signs
-maybe you do like her?
-she decides to just ask you, straight forward
-you confess to each other and decide on a date
-she's a very straightforward person, a d is not afraid to show her emotions
â˘luke Alves
-you flirt, a lot
-but he won't make a move
-and given that he also kinda flirts with Penelope, tho not like he does with you, you don't think anything of that
-so you start dating someone
-he's at a loss of words when you tell him
-he pretends to be happy for you
-but you see there's something he's not telling you
-you decide to have a chat with Penelope
-"oh god you're like two teenagers" she acts annoyed (she secretly thinks it's cute)
-she tells the both of you separately to just talk to each other, confess your feelings
-you're both skeptical but she says to trust her and just do it
-so you do
-you go up to him and at the same time you tell each other you have something to say
-you confess first
-he's in shock, and you both start laughing
-it's safe to say your current boyfriend is no longer your boyfriend by the end of the day
â˘elias Voit (ok don't @ me he's too cute ik I'm not the only one)
-you first hate him
-everything he's done
-when the team decides to work with him you're so mad
-you ignore him altogether
-but when he sees you for the first time he's locked on on you
-he will let everyone around you know he wants you
-you think he's just playing
-and it annoys you, because you can't help and fall for his charm
-one time your team needs help from him, some information
-so they send you to talk to him
-they moment he sees you he puts his game on
-he can't finish one sentence without a flirty comment
-you get fed up and tell him pretending to like you won't get him anywhere
-he says there's no reason for him to pretend, but you still don't believe him
-he finds it funny but is also kinda pissed
-one time when you use him as bait, you almost get shot, dodging the bullet only thanks to Elias
-you both look at each other, and at that moment you feel it
-you know he's not playing
-of you're so fucked
#male reader#male reader insert#x male reader#gn reader#x gn reader#headcanons#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x reader#emily prentiss x reader#jj x reader#jennifer jareau x reader#spencer reid x reader#derek morgan x reader#tara lewis x reader#luke alves x reader#elias voit x reader#penelope garcia x reader#criminal minds x male reader#criminal minds x reader
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âI wanted to be seen as the greatest actor of all time. Then I realised that was nonsenseâ: Michael Sheen on pride, parenting and paying it forward
Heâs the feted star who cracked Hollywood, but it was only when he swapped LA for his home town in Wales that he was able to do his most meaningful work yet
By Simon Hattenstone
Michael Sheen has been fabulous in so many TV dramas and movies, itâs hard to know where to start. But perhaps his most memorable appearance came earlier this year in a TV show that didnât require him to do any acting at all. The Assembly was a Q&A session in which he took questions from a group of young neurodiverse people. Sheen didnât have a clue what would be asked, and no subject was off limits. It made for life-affirming telly. The 55-year-old Welsh actor was so natural, warm and encouraging as he answered a series of nosy, surprising and inspired questions. I watched it thinking what a brilliant community worker Sheen would be. And, in a way, thatâs what he has become in recent years.
âThe Assemblyâs had more response than anything else Iâve ever done,â Sheen tells me. âAlmost every day someone will come up to me and mention it, particularly people who have children with autism. They say it was just so lovely to see something where the interviewers were empowered. I had a fantastic time.â He replays some of his favourite moments: the young man Leo who took an age to start talking, and then delivered the most beautifully phrased question about the influence of Dylan Thomas on Sheenâs life; the woman who asked what it was like to be married to a woman only five years older than his daughter; and the question that came at the end: âWhatâs your name, again?â He smiles: âAnd Harry with the trilby on. Just the nicest man ever.â You came across as an incredibly nice man, too, I say. âAw well, itâs hard not to be when youâre among all those amazing people, innit.â
Today we meet in London, ostensibly to talk about A Very Royal Scandal, a gripping mini-series about Prince Andrewâs infamous Newsnight interview with Emily Maitlis â the disastrous attempt to defend his honour that sealed his fall from grace. But we donât get to the show till itâs almost going home time. Sheenâs too busy discussing all the other stuff that matters to him, away from business.
Six years ago, he swapped life in Los Angeles for Port Talbot, the steel town where he grew up. These days he calls himself a not-for-profit actor â a term he happily admits heâs invented. âIt means that I try to use as much of the money I earn as I can to go towards developing projects and supporting various things. Having had some experiences of not-for-profit organisations and social enterprises, I realised thatâs what I want to do with my business. And my business is me.â He grins. There was a suggestion that he might stop acting in order to do good works, but he says that never made sense; only by getting decent gigs can he earn money to put back into the community.
It has to be said heâs got the air of a not-for-profit actor today â scruffy black top, sloppy black pants, black trainers. With a birdâs-nest beard and a thicket of greying curls, he looks nicely crumpled. But give him a shave and a trim, allow him a flash of that electric smile, and he could still pass as a thirtysomething superstar.
Sheen is best known for transforming into household names â Brian Clough in The Damned United; Chris Tarrant in Quiz; David Frost in Frost/Nixon; a trio of films as Tony Blair (The Deal, The Queen, and The Special Relationship); Kenneth Williams in Fantabulosa. His Prince Andrew is compelling; by turns petulant, pathetic, monstrous and poignant. He has a gift for inhabiting famous people â voice, body, soul, the works. Heâs equally adept as a regular character actor â the dapper angel Aziraphale in Good Omens, pale and pinched as spurned suitor William Boldwood in the 2015 film of Far From the Madding Crowd, the tortured father of a daughter with muscular dystrophy in last yearâs BBC drama Best Interests. He even plays a winning version of himself alongside David Tennant (and their respective partners Anna Lundberg and Georgia Tennant) in the lockdown hit TV series Staged.
But the work that changed his life was his 2011 epic three-day reimagining of The Passion on the streets of Port Talbot, involving more than 1,000 people from the local community. It was years in the making, and during that time he decided he would leave Los Angeles to come home. Initially, home just meant Britain, probably London. But the longer he spent with his people, the more it became apparent to him that home could only mean one thing â returning to Port Talbot, and helping the disadvantaged town in whatever way he could.
He admits that for many years he didnât have a clue about the reality of life in Port Talbot. He had always lived in one bubble or another. His parents were hardly flush, but they had decent jobs â his mother was a secretary, his father a personnel manager at British Steel, and both were active in amateur dramatics. Sheen was academically gifted (he considered studying English at Oxford University before winning a place at Rada), a talented footballer (he had trials with Cardiff and Swansea) and an exceptional young actor. Then came the bubble of Rada and London, followed by the bubble of LA.
It was only when he started to work on The Passion that he began to understand his home town. One day he was rehearsing with a group in a community hall when he was approached by a woman. âShe told me she was the mother of this boy whoâd been in my class at school called Nigel. When I was 11, he fell off a cliff in an accident and died. It was the first time Iâd known someone to die. She said, âIâve started up a grief counselling group here. I have a little bit of money from the council because there is no grief counselling in this area.ââ Sheâd had no counselling when Nigel died, nor in the 31 years since. âAnd all these years later, sheâd set up a little grief counselling thing with a bit of money, so that was extraordinary to hear.â Next time he returned he discovered that the group no longer existed because of council cuts.
Every time he went back he discovered something new. He met a group that supported young carers. Sheen doesnât try to disguise how ignorant he was. âI said, âAll right, what are young carers?â And they said, âTheyâre children who are supporting a family member.â And Iâm like, âOK, this is a profession, they get paid, right?â And I was told, âNo, they donât get paid and our little organisation gives them a bit of respite â once a week we take them bowling or to the cinema.â I went bowling with them one night and there were eight-year-old kids looking after their mother and bringing up the younger kids. This one organisation was trying to take these kids bowling one night a week, and then that went. No funding for that, either. That kind of stuff was shocking.â
As a child, SHEEN says he was oblivious to struggle because he was so driven by his own dreams. First, it was football. By his mid-teens it was acting. West Glamorgan Youth Theatre, which he calls âone of the best youth theatres in the worldâ, was on his doorstep. âThe minersâ strike was on when I was 15 in Port Talbot and I wasnât really aware of it at the time. Thatâs how blinkered I was, because I was so obsessed by acting at that point.â Acting wasnât regarded as a lofty fantasy in Port Talbot as it may have been in many working-class communities. After all, the town had produced Richard Burton and Anthony Hopkins.
In his late teens, heading off for Rada, Sheen feared he would be surrounded by giant talents who would dwarf his. When he discovered that wasnât the case, he suffered delusions of grandeur. âI wanted to be recognised as the greatest actor in the world,â he says bluntly. In the second year, the students did their first public production: Oedipus Rex. âI thought, well obviously Iâll be cast as Oedipus, then weâll perform Oedipus to the public and when the world sees me for the first time Iâll be carried shoulder-high through the streets of London and hailed as the greatest actor of all time.â I look for an ironic wink or nod, but none is forthcoming.
Sure enough, he was cast in the lead role. âWe did our first public production and I thought I was brilliant.â But nothing changed. It didnât bring him instant acclaim. By the third night, he could barely get through the performance.
Were you a bit of a cock back then, I ask. He shakes his head. âNo, I was having a breakdown. I was crying most of the time. I just fell apart. I spoke to the principal of Rada and I said, âI canât continue at drama school, I have to leave.â And he said just take some time off, which I did, and two or three weeks later I slowly came back and then completely changed the way I acted.â
Until then he believed acting was just about what he did. âI thought you just worked out how to say the lines as cleverly as you could; it had nothing to do with responding to other people or being in the moment. It was showing off, essentially. And thereâs a ceiling to where you can get with that. That breakdown I had was because Iâd reached the ceiling and didnât know how to go any further. Thatâs why I fell apart.â
He gradually put himself and his technique back together. Was he left with the same ambition? âNo. The idea of being considered the best actor of all time becomes nonsense.â In 1991, Sheen left Rada early, because heâd been offered a job he couldnât turn down. He made his professional debut opposite Vanessa Redgrave in a West End production of Martin Shermanâs When She Danced. Theatre was Sheenâs first love, and his rise was meteoric. From the off, he was cast as the lead in the classics (Romeo and Juliet, Peer Gynt, Henry V, The Seagull) and the 20th-century masterpieces (Norman in The Dresser, Salieri and Mozart in Amadeus, Jimmy Porter in Look Back In Anger).
Sheen was doing exceptionally well when he and his then partner Kate Beckinsale moved to LA for her work in the early 2000s. She was four years younger than him, and already a movie star. Their daughter Lily, now an actor, was a toddler. He assumed that his transition to stardom in LA would be as seamless as it had been in Britain. But it wasnât. His theatrical acclaim counted for nothing. In 2003, he and Beckinsale split up, but he stayed in LA to be close to Lily.
The first few years, he says, were so lonely and dispiriting. âI found myself living in Los Angeles, there to be with my daughter but just seeing her once a week. I had no career there â it was essentially like starting again. I had no friends and spent a lot of time on my own. It was tough. Slowly I realised how it was affecting me.â In what way? âI remember coming out of an audition for Alien vs Predator, to play a tech geek computer guy with five lines and really caring about it, and then thinking: âI can be playing fucking Hamlet at home, what am I doing, whatâs this all about?ââ He says heâd been so lucky â always working, never having to audition, getting the prize jobs. And suddenly in LA he was an outsider; a nobody.
He and Beckinsale are often cited as role models for joint parenting by ex-couples. In 2016, Beckinsale, Lily and Sheen staged a hilarious photo for James Cordenâs The Late, Late Show, recreating the moment of giving birth 17 years earlier. Beckinsale reclines on a kitchen table with Lily sitting between her legs, as an alarmed-looking Sheen stands to the side. Have they always got on well since splitting up? âWeâve had our ups and downs, but weâre very important in each otherâs lives. It would be really sad if we werenât â like cutting off a whole part of your life. Iâm not saying it doesnât have its challenges, and Iâm sure itâs been harder for her than for me.â Why? âBecause ⌠â He pauses and smiles. âBecause Iâm more of a twat!â In what way? Another smile. âIâm not going to tell you that, am I?â
Sheenâs break in America came when he was spotted by a casting director who told him he would be perfect for a new project. Ironically, it was to play former British prime minister Tony Blair in a British TV drama called The Deal, directed by British film-maker Stephen Frears and shot in Britain. The Deal led to Frearsâs The Queen, about Elizabeth IIâs frigid response to the death of Diana, Princess of Wales leading to a crisis for the monarchy. Again he played Blair, this time riding to the rescue of the royals. The movie was nominated for six Oscars (Helen Mirren won best actress) and he never struggled in America again.
The longer he lived in LA, however, the more rooted he felt to Port Talbot. And the further he travelled, around the world or just in Britain, the better he understood how disadvantaged it was. âIf youâre in Port Talbot one day and then the next youâre in a little town in Oxfordshire where David Cameron is the MP, itâs fairly obvious there are very different setups there. And that was connected to a political awakening.â He started to read up on Welsh history. In 2017, he returned his OBE because he thought it would be hypocritical to hold on to an honour celebrating empire when he was giving a Raymond Williams lecture on the âtortured historyâ of the relationship between Wales and the British state.
He began to reassess his past. âI became more aware of the opportunity Iâd had in an area where there wasnât much opportunity. At a certain point you go, Oh, people are having to volunteer to make that youth theatre happen that Iâm a product of.â Youâd taken it for granted? âCompletely. I was happy to think everything I was doing was because of my own talent and I was making my own opportunities, and as I got older I thought maybe thatâs not the whole story.â
In 2016, the long-running American TV series Masters of Sex, in which Sheen starred as the pioneering sex researcher William Masters, came to an end. Lily was now 17 and preparing for college. âI suddenly thought, Oh, I can go home now.â And six years ago he finally did â to Baglan, a village adjoining Port Talbot. Since then he has been involved in loads of community projects.
He mentions a few in passing, but he doesnât tell me he sold his two homes (one in America, the other in Wales) to ensure the 2019 Homeless World Cup went ahead as planned in Cardiff. Nor does he mention that a couple of years ago he started Mab Gwalia (translating to âSon of Walesâ), which proudly labels itself a âresistance movementâ. On its website, it states: âMab Gwalia believes that opportunity should not only be available to those who can afford it. The ambition is to build a movement that makes change.â Its projects have supported homeless people, veterans, preschool children on the autism spectrum, kids in care, victims of high-cost credit, and local journalism, which is a particular passion. âIn the early 1970s in Port Talbot, there was something like 12 different newspapers. There are none now. None. Communities donât feel represented, donât feel their voice is heard and donât know if the information theyâre getting about whatâs going on in the community is correct or not. Those are terrifying things, and without local journalism thatâs what happens.â
Perhaps surprisingly, heâs even found time for the day job. Earlier this year, he played Nye Bevan in Tim Pryceâs new play about the founding father of the NHS. He also made his directing debut with The Way, a dystopian, and prophetic, three-part TV drama about the closure of the Port Talbot steelworks that results in local riots spreading across the country. How does he feel about the rioting that has scarred the country in recent weeks? âI feel the same way I think most people do. It was awful and terrifying. I worry about how much a hard-right agenda that has been growing for a long time has moved further and further into the mainstream and has clearly got more connected. Itâs frightening.â Does he think the new Labour government can deliver the positive change it promises? âPppfft.âHe exhales heavily. âMore optimistic than the Conservatives being in power.â Who did he vote for? âThatâs my God-given right to remain a secret, isnât it? It wasnât the Tories!â
I ask if heâs in favour of Welsh independence. âI donât know how I feel about it one way or the other, but I would like there to be an open discussion about everything that entails. The problem is when it gets shut down and you donât get to talk about it.â
Would he ever go into politics? He looks appalled at the idea. âOh God, no. No! Iâd beawful.âWhy?âBecause I donât want to say what other people are telling me to say if I donât agree with it. Look at all those people who voted against the two-child benefit cap and had the whip taken away from them. Thatâs bollocks. People say I should go into politics because Iâm passionate about things and I speak my mind. But then you get into politics and youâre not allowed to do that any more. Iâve got far more of a platform as myself. I can say what I want to say.â
Fair enough. Iâve got another idea. A couple of years ago he gave an inspired motivational speech for the Wales football team before the 2022 menâs World Cup, on the TV show A League of Their Own. Would he take the job as Wales manager if offered it? He looks just as horrified as the idea of a life in politics. âNo!â Why not? âBecause itâs a completely different profession. You need to know about football. I played football when I was younger, but I wouldnât have a clue. Wouldnât. Have. A. Clue. Just because you can make a speech doesnât mean youâd be any good at that sort of stuff.â He says he was embarrassed about the speech initially, but now feels proud of it. âSchools get in touch and say, âWeâve been studying it with the class.â I put hidden things in. There are rabbit holes you can go down.â He quotes the line, âYou sons of Speedâ and tells me thatâs a reference to the idolised former manager and player Gary Speed who took his life in 2011. You can hear the emotion in his voice.
Iâve been waiting for Sheen to mention the new TV drama about Prince Andrew. Most actors direct you to the project theyâre promoting as soon as you sit down with them. Letâs talk about the new show, I  eventually say.
This is already the second drama about the Andrew interview. Did he know that Scoop, which came out earlier this year, was already in the works? âYes, I knew before I agreed to do this.â Was it a race to see which would get out first? âThere was no race, no. We always knew ours would come out after.â What would he say to people who think itâs pointless watching another film on the same subject? âOurs is a three-part story, so itâs able to breathe a lot more. Thereâs a lot more to it. In our story, Andrew and Emily are the main characters whereas they were very much the supporting ones in the other one.â
Did it change his opinion of Andrew? âNo. It showed the dangers of being in a bubble, having talked about being in a bubble myself! The dangers of privilege.â He talks with sensitivity about Andrewâs downfall. âThe thing that really struck me was when Andrew came back from the Falklands there was no one more revered, in a way. I didnât realise his job was to fly helicopters to draw enemy fire away from the ships. I couldnât believe they would put a royal in that position, so he was genuinely courageous. He was good-looking, a prince, and had everything going for him. Since then everything has just gone down and down and down.â Heâs had so little control over his life, Sheen says. Take his relationships. âHe was told he couldnât be with [American actor] Koo Stark any more because of the controversy. He was essentially told he had to divorce Sarah Ferguson because the royal family, particularly Philip allegedly, was concerned that she would bring the family into disrepute.â
Did he end up feeling more empathetic towards him? âNo!â he says sharply. Then he softens slightly. âWell, empathy? I felt I understood a bit more â because thatâs my job â about what was going on. But heâs incredibly privileged and has exploited that. It seems like he has a lot taken away from him but probably rightfully so.â
A Very Royal Scandal is like The Crown in that itâs great drama but youâre never sure whatâs real. Are Andrewâs lines simply made up? âItâs a combination of research and stories out there, and little snippets and invention.â While Emily Maitlis is an executive producer, Andrew most certainly is not. âWell, thatâs the real difficulty for our story,â Sheen says. âOn the one hand, youâve got Emily as an exec, so you know everything to do with her is coming from the horseâs mouth. But everything to do with Andrew, not only is it really difficult to get the actual stuff, also we donât know what he did.â He pauses. âOr didnât do.â Heâs talking about Virginia Giuffreâs allegation that Andrew raped her, which he denied. In the end, Giuffreâs civil case was dropped after an out-of-court settlement was reached on no admission of liability by Prince Andrew, with Giuffre reportedly paid around ÂŁ12m.
I had assumed Sheen would be a staunch republican, but he doesnât feel strongly either way. âThere are lots of positives about royals, and lots of negatives.â His bugbear is that the heir to the throne gets to be Prince of Wales. âPersonally, I would want the title of Prince of Wales to be given back to Wales to decide what to do with it, and I definitely think thereâs a lot of wealth that could be used better.â
The biggest change for Sheen since returning to Wales is his family life. In 2019, he revealed that he had a new partner, the Swedish actor Anna Lundberg, that she was 25 years younger than him, and that she was pregnant. They now have two daughters â Lyra who is coming up to five, and two-year-old Mabli. As well as Staged, the couple have also appeared together on Gogglebox. They look so happy, nestling into each other, laughing at the same funnies, tearing up over the same heartbreakers. She also seems naturally funny. Given that two of his former partners (Sarah Silverman and Aisling Bea) are comedians, have all his exes had a good sense of humour? He thinks about it. âYes. Yeah, youâve got to have a laugh, havenât you?â And heâs always got on well with them after splitting up? âYeah, pretty much.â
When asked about the age difference between Lundberg and him on The Assembly, he acknowledged that they were surprised when they got together. âWe were both aware it would be difficult and challenging. Ultimately, we felt it was worth it because of how we felt about each other, and now we have two beautiful children together.â He also said that being an older father worried him at times. âIt makes me sad, thinking about the time I wonât have with them.â
Does being a dad of such tiny kids make him feel young or old? âBoth,â he says. âMy body feels very old. But everything else feels much younger. Iâm 55 and itâs knackering running around after little kids. Just physically, itâs very demanding. And Iâm at a point in my life where Iâm aware of my physical limitations now. But in other ways itâs completely liberating, and Iâm able to appreciate it more now.â
Has he learned about fatherhood from the first time round? âYeah, I think so. Iâm around more now. Thatâs a big part of it. When Lily was young, I was in my early 30s and doing films for the first time, so Kate would stay in Los Angeles with Lily and I would go off and do whatever.â Did Beckinsale resent that? âI donât know that she resented it. Kate was doing better than me in terms of profile at the time, so it was different. Given that we then split up and I saw Lily even less, I very much regretted being away as much. So this time I wanted to make sure that wasnât the case. Thatâs partly why Iâve set up a Welsh production company. I donât want to work away from them as much.â
Talking of which, he says, whatâs the time? âIâve got to get back to my kids.â
On his way out, I ask what advice he would give his younger self. He says he was asked that recently and gave a glib answer. âI said buy stock in Apple.â What should he have said? He thinks about it, and finally says heâd have no advice for his younger self. Heâd rather reverse the question, and think what his younger self would say to him if he tried to advise him.
âI saw an amazing clip of Stephen Colbert saying your life is an accumulation of every bad choice youâve made and every good choice youâve made, and the great challenge of life is to say yes to it. To say, âI love living, I embrace living.â And in order to do that you have to embrace all the pain, all the grief, all the sadness, all the fucking mistakes because without that you donât have all the other stuff.â Heâs on a roll now, louder and more passionate by the word. âAnd Iâd hate it if someone came and went, âDonât do this, no do that.â Then you just sail through your life. It would be death, wouldnât it? So Iâd tell my older self to go fuck himself.â
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time - Jim Street (S.W.A.T)
plot: going into labor while visiting Street at work and being stuck due to a lockdown.
character: Jim Street x pregnant! reader + Deacon x reader + Luca x reader
a/n: Someone requested this but I couldn't stop writing so I turned it into a one-shot đ
sorry I was so excited!
It was a busy day at S.W.A.T HQ but you didnât know that when you made an appearance to say hi to your husband Jim. You were out with friends for brunch before going home you thought about stopping by to say hi to the team. The first person you saw was David, you smiled at him and he came over to greet you.
âHi Y/n!â he gave you a hug âHow are you doing?â he looked you up and down.
âHi David. Iâm good and you?â You asked.
âJust swamped right now but good.â He answered honestly.
âHowâs things with being pregnant?â he looked at your belly.
âUgh so much harder than I thought.â You pouted âI thought it was going to be easy and fun and Iâm like a unicorn but no it wasnât.â
He gave a short laugh âWell donât worry any day now the baby is coming and itâs gonna be different.â
âWell you are an expert at that so I should take your word for it.â You both smiled at each other.
Just before you could about your husband, he showed up looking worried.
âY/n!â he came rushing to your side.
âHey youâ you smiled at him.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you alright? Is it the baby?â he took hold of your hands and started looking for anything that didnât look right.
âEasy there tigerâ David started and that made Jim look at him âSheâs here to make your day better.â
He nodded at him then David excused himself. Jim turned his focus on you and gave you a long hug.
âOkay now I gotta ask you.â You said while hugging him back âAre you okay?â
He gave you one of his cute smiles that showed his dimples âDeacon was right I feel much better now.â He didnât let you go completely and was still holding to your arms.
You were a little suspicion about that, but you knew his job wasnât that easy. Tan came running and passed you two âStreet we got an update.â
âWhatâs going on in here?â you said looking around, seeing everyone on edge.
âIâm sorry baby itâs just bad timing. Weâre dealing with something right now.â Street said while rubbing your arms trying to keep you calm.
âYou go help out Iâll leave and see you at home.â He was hesitated to leave you.
âGoâ you encouraged him âIâll be fine.â You gave him a gentle push.
 He gave you a soft kiss before running after Tan. You hoped they all ended the day on a good note and prayed silently for their safety. As you were making your way to the door you felt pain, but at this point it was normal because it was close to your due day. You were feeling pain all through your pregnancy but each one was different depending on your stage. You stopped to take deep breaths.
âOh hey are you alright Y/n?â you heard Lucaâs voice before seeing him.
He stepped in to help if he could âAre you alright?â he offered you his hand to grab if you needed it and God you did. You took hold and squeezed.
âHere letâs help you sit down on the chair.â You barley made it to the chair
âShould we call Street?â Luca was rubbing your back to ease the pain.
âNo.â You said firmly âThereâs no need to scare him.â
The pain stopped âOh the pain stoppedâ you stood up straight then looked at Luca.
Before Luca was able to reply the alarm noise boomed in the whole building. Everyone looked around then their training took over, the whole building was on lock down. The alarm scared you and you took hold of Lucaâs arm.
âWhatâs happening?â your voice was shaky.
âWeâve been dealing with hackers all day. If I have to take a guess they must be trying to get into our system.â
Just then Jim came running, he was looking for Luca when he saw you.
âI thought you left?â his eyes were wide.
âSorry I was double sided a little bit.â You gave him a weak smile.
âCome on weâll let you rest in Hickâs office until we finish dealing with this.â
You both made your way to Hickâs office, and Jim went out of his way to make you feel comfortable as you will be in there for a while.
âAll doneâ he said as he fluffed the last pillow and turned to see you looking at him with heart eyes.
âWhat?â
âNothingâ you moved closer to him âI just think youâre the best husband, trying to make me feel comfortable here while your team is out there doing their work.â
âisnât that why you marry me?â he smiled with those cute dimples.
âThat and for many other reasons.â You kissed him.
When you parted he saw your eyes widened, you looked down at your legs and his eyes followed yours.
âI think my water broke!â you said panicking.
âI think so too.â
He grabbed your arms to help you sit down on the sofa, Jim was used to stressful situations and situations that made most people panic and freak out. He knew exactly how to be calm and process everything at once, so when your water broke, he was exactly what you needed by your side. He was there for the birth classes with you, he didnât miss not one class. He read every book he could find about pregnancy and childbirth, he wanted to be ready for the whole thing just in case something happened.
âYou remember the breathing exercises?â you nodded âWell itâs time to put them into test, okay?â he told you in a very calming voice.
âGive me a minute baby Iâm gonna call someoneâ he held his phone to his ears.
He was still holding your hand while he talked to someone on the phone.
âYeah weâre in the Hickâs officeâŚâŚâŚ yeah her water just broke.â You couldnât hear the rest of the conversation because of the contraction, you pressed on Jimâs hand hard while controlling your breathing. He ended the phone call and got down to your level.
âHey sweetheart just keep breathing.â He grabbed your other hand and press a kiss to it.
There was a knock on the door and Deacon showed up âHey guys I thought you might need a hand here.â
Jim and David did everything they could to make you feel at ease, it was the longest 30 minutes of your entire life. But you had your husband with you the whole time, so you kept on focusing on the positive things and not get your mind the on the negative. David was also here and he has four kids and they all healthy so heâs a trained professional on childbirths right now, when you told him that he laughed âYeah youâre right about that, so thereâs no need to be worried as long as Iâm here.â
He also called an ambulance that was waiting for you outside as soon as the lockdown was over. The contractions were getting 4 minutes apart by now, the team was working as fast as they could. Thanks to both Luca and Tan they manage to find their target, the people behind all of this. Even thought Jim was slowly getting stressed about his baby being born here in HQ he wants to make sure that both you and the baby were fine, thankfully David was there.
As soon as the lockdown was lifted the EMT got into the building and head straight to you, they manage to get you to the hospital in record time. Your doctor was already waiting for you, you forced them to let Jim in with you they were against it at first until
âListen to me if you want to baby to get out of me in the smoothest way possible without any risk of me being stubborn then my husband will be in there with me. You got that?â
You were so serious than the nurse was terrified of you so she let him in. The whole team were waiting for any news about whatâs happening in there. After 2 hours Jim Street walks in the waiting room with a big smile on his face.
âItâs a girl!â he announced putting both his arms up âAnd Y/n is fine, sheâs resting.â
A round of hugs and congratulations went around the room.
âHey Deacon Y/n wants to see you first.â Jim told him.
They both walked in and saw you holding your little girl in your arms, you look happy and tired at the same time. Jim took her from your arms and gave her a kiss before handed her to Deacon.
âWow sheâs so beautiful.â He rocked her lightly looking at both of you.
âWe wanted you to be the first to meet her.â Jim started.
âYeah, we thought that she would want to meet her godfather.â You continued.
Davidâs head turned towards the both of you shocked âAre you sure?â
âYeah of course, weâre sure!â you both said.
âShe wouldnât be here without all your help today, David.â You smiled at him âSo thank you for everything.â Â
 He smiled âWell letâs just hope she has her daddyâs looks but motherâs behavior.â
Both you and him laughed while Jim acted like he was offended.
âSay that to the poor nurse her mom threatened on the way to the delivery room.â
#writings-of-a-demigod#SWAT#swat imagines#swat one-shot#jim street x pregnant! reader#jim street x wife reader#dominique luca x reader#deacon x reader
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Let's raise our glasses to Izzy and OFMD creators
I just have to get it off my chest, I understand Izzy's death came as a shock and very upsetting event for many, and a lot of people are going on and on about how he deserved a better fate and how he was not just some tool to serve someone else's story. Please try to calm down and see the bigger picture.Â
It is now clear that he was always meant to die. It was foreshadowed in the first minute of the second season, a ridiculous, villain's death. Being the symbolic obstacle to Stede and Ed's happiness.Â
Of course that was the wrong way for him to go. When he confessed to his crush Blackbeard he got shot by him, almost died, begged to be killed, and then he even tried to kill himself. Still didn't work. It wasnât his time yet and that was the wrong way for him to go. When he learned that he was loved and cared for after all, just not in the way he expected, he changed. He became positive, he became forgiving. Then he stopped being miserable he started genuinely wishing for the happiness of others as well, instead of being bitter about it. His death might not have a point but his life did. He had the crew's and Ed's and even Stede's back, and they knew it. As David Jenkins stated, he played the role of a wise mentor that was passing along his life experiences to others. Then it was his time. Also, as foreshadowed, he symbolically took away Blackbeard, and opened a way for Stede and Ed as well.
A happy ending is not only walking off to sunset with a lover, taking up a new job or walking into a house of your family and petting your dog before you close the door. A good death, and a life well-lived is a happy ending. Leaving behind people that loved you is a happy ending. This was a happy ending for him.Â
He lived the way he wanted, as a pirate, an infamous one that has received respect and recognition. Then he resolved the parts of his life that became problematic and toxic, he repaired the relationships
that was broken, he forgave the people he needed to forgive. After going through hell, he was basically a bubble of positivity, going around giving solid advices, encouraging people and partying. He was done. He gave the best damn speech of his life at a bar like giving his own eulogy and it was awesome. He died at the arms of the person he loved the most.Â
Yes he could have had more, everyone that ever died could have had more. But he died gracefully and complete, surrounded by people he loved and cared about, knowing that they will be fine. That was his story. I am sad that he died, but he died beautifully, best you can hope for in a pirate life. And he will live on, in the hearts of the people he touched by his existence.Â
Finally, never harass the creators. It is their hard work that gave us Izzy in the first place. Trust their creative process, and afterwards take it or leave it, do not harass them and try to put them in a box of your personal demands. If so, what kind of 3rd season can we even expect?
#ofmd#ofms s2#ofmd season 2 spoilers#izzy hands#israel hands#our flag means death#blackbeard#david jenkins#edward teach#gentlebeard#blackbonnet#ofmd izzy#ofmd season 2#ofmd spoilers#renew as a crew#con o'neill#rhys darby#taika waititi#stede bonnet
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An Ill-Timed Confession Part 2
Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader (kinda)
Summary: Peter Pan is loose in Storybrooke with revengeful schemes. Fortunately for you, the heroes and villains have a plan to stop him.
A/N: Thank you for the kind comments left on An Ill-Timed Confession Part 1! They really motivated me to write a second part.
Careful not to trip over any headstones, you paced the forestâs floor in a restless manner. A few yards away Mr. Gold stretched out a hand, attempting to undo the magical wards Regina had placed around her vault. Bell was behind him offering silent encouragement for his swift success.
Tinkerbell, Baelfire, and Captain Hook stood off to one side; their faces betraying various degrees of distrust and doubt. Mary Margret, David, and Emma were in a separate group, talking in hushed voices. They seemed to be having an argument.
That left you and Henry alone. You stole a glance towards the boy who was still trapped in Panâs body. For the hundredth time that day, you cursed yourself and your big mouth. Speech is silver, but silence is golden.
Oh, how you wished you had remembered that saying when accidentally telling Pan that he was hot. Why did you have this knack for getting yourself into these almost laughable scenarios? At least, it would have been laughable if you werenât the person in it. Right now, the set of circumstances was terrifying.
At any moment, Pan could command his shadow to rip your own shadow from you, or worse abduct you. And what would happen then? You would be at his mercy until the others managed to switch Henry and Pan to their rightful bodies. If they ever did.
You knew from Henryâs storybook and real-life experiences that good somehow always did triumph in the end, but that didnât mean there werenât any casualties. What if this was the one time you didnât make it to see the light of day?
Henry noticed you staring at him and raised an eyebrow in question, which sent another ripple of unease down your spine. Gods above and below, he was attractive when he did that.
In truth he was attractive all the time, but that cute little eyebrow quirk made your heart do a flip. You had to remind yourself that he wasnât Pan, he was Henry who was your dearest and closest friend for many years and someone you didnât feel for in that way.
And even if he was Peter Pan, he would want to inflict such torment on everyone here in the graveyard that they would beg for deathâs sweet release to escape him.
Peter Pan should not be the type of person who turned your insides into mush, your legs to jelly, made your heart beat faster and faster until it would burst from your chest leaving a bloody and gaping wound behind, and grant the death you craved for so you would not have to face the consequences of admitting to Pan himself that he was blessed genetically!
âCan you stop looking at me like that?â Henryâs words broke you out of your wild and frenzied thoughts. He shifted his weight to his other foot, avoiding your gaze and went on, âLike you want to kiss or stab me. Or both. Itâs pretty weird.â
Hoping against all hope that you werenât blushing, you let out a big sigh and dragged a hand down your face. You had to get these turbulent feelings under control for Henryâs sake. Being stuck in his great-grandfatherâs body with his friend ogling him must have been a nightmare.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. I just have a lot of thoughts running through my mind andââ Your voice dropped to a whisper. âI donât think weâll win this time.â
He was startled at your blunt statement. âWhat? Of course we will. We have to. All we have to do is get me in my body and Pan in his body. Then weâll imprison him and weâll win.â
You snorted at your friendâs naivetĂŠ. You were sure that Mr. Gold had something more in mind than imprisonment for his father. The Pied Piper clearly couldnât be stopped by simple incarceration; he had thousands of tricks up his sleeve to free himself.
Pan needed to die. As tasteless as killing was, what other option was there? You tried to cast away your misgivings about the possibility of overcoming Pan. You had to believe that victory and survival would be on your side, which was easier said than done.
âIâm afraid that Pan will put us all through the nine circles of hell. And I-I canât go through that again.â Tears blurred your vision and your knees wobbled so bad that Henry had to help you stand up right as unbidden memories leaped into your mind about your hellish existence in a life lived long ago.
âItâll be okay. My mom will save us. Sheâs the savior, it's kinda her thing.â Henry knew about your past. He read the story in his book, but that didnât mean he would fully understand the terrors you had endured or why everything seemed so hopeless. You heard a sudden whoosh and saw the vaultâs door creak open.
âShall we?â Mr. Gold marched into the gloomy interior.
Emma, Mary Margret, David, Tinkerbell, Baelfire, Bell, and Captain Hook followed him. Emma ordered, âWait here until we know the coast is clear.â
Normally you wouldnât obey and would rush head first into danger, but a moment was needed to calm your addled mind. Besides, if Pan was in there, you werenât too eager to see him. You took hold of your senses and forced air up your nose and out your mouth. This wasnât the time to have a breakdown.
You needed to be composed for Henry's sake, even with his newly acquired height, he looked up to you for how to react to the ongoing madness in Storybrooke. Well, he used to, maybe that changed in the last twenty-four hours with you acting like a twitterpated school girl.
You heard Emma yell, âWeâre clear down here!â
You and Henry raced downstairs to see the group clustered around Regina. The mayor was disoriented and brushing invisible flecks of dust off her pants. She was in the middle of saying, ââmissed all the signs. I just wanted to believe he still needed me to be his mother.â
Without missing a beat, the boy next to you soothed her fear. âI still do.â
Regina gasped, âHenry?â She tilted her head in bewilderment and narrowed her eyes, not convinced he was her son.
He walked over and threw his arms around her. It was a touching scene to witness. Too bad you didnât have a camera; it would be hilarious to have a picture of the former Evil Queen sharing an embrace with the Pied Piper.
Meanwhile, David asked a very pertinent question. âSo what exactly did Pan come down here to get?â Mr. Gold raised his hand over an empty box before jerking it back, a frown fixed on his features. âWhat?â
A hint of exasperation leaked into the older manâs voice as he said, âPlease tell me you didnât keep it down here.â
Regina appeared to be almost contrite and she shrugged her shoulders. âWhere else would I keep it?â
For a moment you thought Mr. Gold would strangle Regina with her own scarf or beat her with his cane. To what thing were they referring? You broke the heavy silence. âWhat is it? What did Pan take?â
Henry's grandfather answered, âHe took the curse that brought everyone from the Enchanted Forest to Storybrooke.â
You sat down next to Henry with an arm thrown around his shoulders. He was nervous, fiddling in his seat. You couldnât blame him; this was a high stakes situation.
When Mr. Gold used the black fairyâs wand to place him back in his proper body, Henry would have to find his family and give Regina the scroll so she could destroy it before the curse transformed Storybrooke into the New Neverland and made everyone in town Panâs slaves.
Worried for his well-being, Emma asked her son, âYou doing okay, kid?â
âYeah, Iâm just ready to be me again.â
âNot much longer now, Henry. Not much longer.â Mr. Gold flipped through his spell book. âOnce we have the wand, all will be as it should.â
âAnd then you can help your mom save the day,â you added with a smile. It was your turn to provide reassurance whether or not you actually had confidence in this plan. No, no, that wasnât right. You had to have hope that this would work out.
You would imitate Mary Margret and fully accept that a happy ending was in the future. âAnd when this blows over, we can have another party at Grannyâs. Hopefully with more cake than last time because the sisters really plowed through them.â
Henry liked your suggestion. âThatâd be nice. And maybe I don't have to have a bedtime either?â
Regina vetoed the idea. âAbsolutely not, young man. You need your sleep, especially after all of this.â
The sound of footsteps stopped a discussion of the correct amount of sleep for a boy Henryâs age. David walked into the room with the rest of the gang behind him. âSheâs back. The Blue Fairy. She gave us the wand.â
You exclaimed, âThatâs great! Do we need anything else?â
âOnly one more item.â Mr. Gold crossed to a cupboard and retrieved a black cuff and explained, when Snow inquired, that it would render anyone with magic utterly powerless.
Regina snapped at Hook, âI havenât forgotten about all that, by the way.â
âMay I see your wrist, Henry?â Ignoring her comment, he placed the cuff on his grandson. âI want to make sure that when my dear old dad awakes, that heâs weakened. This will block his powers. Now I enact the spell, you fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, youâre back in your own body.â
Regina told him, âAnd then you hang on to that scroll and you come find us as fast as you can.â
Henry contemplated their words then scoffed, âWhen I gave my heart to Pan, I thought I was being a hero⌠I'm sorry.â
You patted him on the back. David was about to speak, but you spoke first. âIt was stupid thing to do, but itâs not like anyone here hasnât done anything that stupid too.â You didnât pay attention to the glares a few select people sent your way, and instead focused on Henryâs laugh.
Mr. Gold said it was time and you stood up as Henry laid back on the divan, apprehensive of what was to come soon. Everyone retreated a couple of steps back and watched the process. Mr. Gold tapped the wand on his forehead and, after a blinding flash of light, Panâs body started violently convulsing.
âWhatâs happening?â Emma shared a concerned look with Baelfire.
âHenryâs spirit is leaving Panâs body.â
You hoped Pan wasnât anywhere near concrete. If Henryâs body dropped to the ground and hit his head, he was going to wake up with a bad ache. He stopped shaking and remained still. âIt worked!â
You were delighted the spell had been fortunate, however, some part of you was a tad sad. You wouldnât be able to squish his cheeks again. You could try, but Pan would most likely chop your hands off for such an affront. No matter, there were more important things to do.
âLetâs go find our son.â Emma darted out of the shop with everyone except Mr. Gold and Pan accompanying her. âWhere would he be?â
You proposed, âLetâs get Ruby or Granny! Theyâll be able to track his smell!â Emma agreed with you and went to the diner to enlist Grannyâs keen nose for the job. The elderly woman sniffed the air and it didnât take long for her to pick up his scent. You ran down the street toward the clock tower and were overjoyed when you saw Henryâin his own bodyârun out of the library doors.
âItâs me! Itâs me! It worked!â Both of his mothers enveloped him in a big hug. âMom, Mom. I just saw you guys. You guys just saw me.â
 âBut we didnât see you.â Regina cupped his chin.
âAnd trust me that makes a real difference!â You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tight, glad that Henry returned to his rightful body.
âOh, heâs got it,â Emma said as her son gave her the scroll. She passed it to Regina. âItâs up to you now.â
The mayor hadnât held the scroll for even five seconds when a bright flash of purple light illuminated from it and she passed out cold. âRegina! Regina!â You, Henry, Emma and Baelfire crouched next to her.
Dammit, with Regina unconscious, who could undo Panâs curse? There couldnât be that much time left. Emma continued to call Reginaâs name and shake her. Gasping, Regina opened her eyes. âWhat happened? Are you okay?â
âYes, Iâm fine. I just⌠I saw what needed to be done.â
âMom, are you gonna be okay?â
You had a gut feeling that she wasnât. As you suspected, she side-stepped his concern. âThe important thing is you will be.â
The scroll vanished from Reginaâs grasp. âNo, he wonât.â
Your stomach dropped when you heard the dreaded voice. Your head whipped backwards to see Pan walking towards the group. Everyone backed up several paces. You shouted, âWatch out! He has theââ
You were cut short as an eerie red glow alighted over your and everybody else's bodies. It was as if molasses had coated your entire person, slowing down your movements until it hardened. The enchantment froze every single one of your limbs; it was difficult even to breathe.
Beaming from ear-to-ear, Pan finished your sentence. âCurse. How observant that I do. Look at you all. A captive audience.â He took his time inspecting each and everyone of you. His gaze lingered on you last. âI could play with you like a pack of dolls, couldnât I? Youâd like that, wouldn't you?â
He pointed an accusing finger in your direction. He came closer and whispered, âI have a special treat for you for that wonderful but woefully timed statement you confessed to me. It was delightful to know the peculiar effect I have on you.â
You were grateful that your features were frozen to hide the terror swirling and building up inside you. Had you the ability to move, the road would have been sprayed with your vomit. Relief overtook you when Mr. Gold hobbled up to his father and gripped his shoulder. Rumplestiltskin could save everyone right? He growled, âStay away from them.â
Pan performed the same freezing spell on his son. âTsk, tsk, tsk, you haven't learned your lesson, have you Rumple? You shouldâve stayed where you were, cowering, but I suppose you wanted a front row seat when my little curse descends upon your woved ones. Glutton for punishment, arenât you? Donât worry. Theyâll be more of that. For all of you.â Pan disappeared without a trace and you were released from his spell.
You collapsed to the ground in a heap. Your fingernails dug into the cracked pavement. Everything was numb. Around you the others were talking in frantic voices, trying to figure out a way to thwart Panâs plan, to find a miracle to save the day.
Someone was crying out that the curse was here. In the distance, getting closer and closer, you saw the green smoke that signified the townâs demise. You failed.Â
Nothing could be done about that. You would forget your memories, forget your family and friends, forget who you were and become Panâs plaything.
The thick smoke obscured your surroundings and filled your lungs. Your brain was getting foggy; it was too exhausting to think. You should sleep. One final thought echoed through your mindâPeter Pan won.
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Hello friends, lovers, hereditary enemies, and fellow Good-Omens-brain-rot-afflicted!
Inspired by some lengthy conversations and the need for reassurance regarding a renewal for season 3, the lovely Eena @michaelsheens and I have decided to start a little Project!
(Sorry, Crowley, we had toâŚ)
THE NICE AND ACCURATE PROPHECIES* WEEK
Running from SEPTEMBER 25TH to OCTOBER 1ST, itâs all themed around season 3 and the assumption weâre gonna get that renewal. (Manifesting, baby.)
⨠THE PLAN â¨
Every day will focus on a theme around which everyone who wants to participate is encouraged to create any kind of content they want to! Art, fanfic, edits, playlists, speculation, meta, go nuts!
(Also please donât worry if something doesnât fit neatly into a dayâs theme; theyâre only meant to give somewhat of a prompt and structure. Ultimately itâs not that strict and serious, we just wanna see your stuff :))
⨠HOW TO PARTICIPATE â¨
Share whatever your big heart and massive brain comes up with and use the tag #gomensnaap
(Itâs like a long nap or something.)
Youâre also welcome to give shoutouts to other peopleâs work you love and want to celebrate, but please make sure to link and credit properly (!!!)
Most importantly: have fun <3
⨠THEMES â¨
(under the cut)
DAY 1: âAnd there will be great lamentations.â
Letâs talk the Second Coming! We start off and warm up with everything plot-related. Theories, meta, crack ideas, letâs hear your thoughts on where you think the Big Main Plot is going to go!
DAY 2: âI can make a difference!â
For day two, letâs focus on Aziraphaleâs arc in season 3. Did he go to Heaven with a plan? Or is he winging it? (Pun only somewhat intended.) Was he threatened or manipulated or both or neither? Will he tell Heaven just where they can stick it or can he actually succeed? Whatâs in store for our favorite angel?
DAY 3: âHated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?â
Day three is all about Crowley and what we think heâs going to get up to. Is he going to go drink himself senseless and have a good cry? Go snek and hybernate for a bit? Hang out with Muriel and do some tempting? Does he have a plan and how will he cope being on his own?
DAY 4: âThere was magic abroad in the airâŚâ
Letâs talk Ineffable Husbands! How are Crowley and Aziraphale going to resolve things between them? Will there be a massive fight? Radio silence for days/weeks/months/years? Will they learn to Actually COmmunicate? Will there be grudges, grand gestures, secret meetings, a big rescue mission from either side?
DAY 5: âExtreme sanctions.â
On day six we wanna make ourselves anxious, sad and upset. (As one does.) What thing that may or may not happen in season 3 are you most worried about? Dark/depressed/evil/etc Crowley? Memory-wiped/brain-washed/archangel Aziraphale? Book of Life? How could Neil & Co hurt us the most?
DAY 6: âDo youâŚwant a hot chocolate?â
After day 5âs spiral, itâs time for a metaphorical treat. What are you most looking forward to in season 3? What do you really want to see? Headcanons coming true? Scenes you wish for? Things thatâll make you wanna name your cat/dog/fish/insert other pet here Neil Richard Gaiman or Sir Terence David John Pratchett?
DAY 7: âItâs starts, as it will end, with a garden.â
Finally, to finish it all up, letâs speculate about the end of season 3. How do you think weâll leave this story? Will things just go back to how theyâve always been? Will there be peace? Earth hidden from Heaven and Hell with a big 500 Lazarii miracle? Aziraphale and Crowley turned human? Or will they get their cottage in the South Downs for the rest of eternity?
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens season 3#good omens speculation#gomens#crowley#aziraphale#david tennant#michael sheen#neil gaiman#goodomensedit#goodomensgifs#goodomensfic#good omens fandom event#let's manifest season 3 friends!!!! <3#ineffable husbands#ineffable beurocracy
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