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jui-imouto-chan · 7 months ago

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One Kid's Trash (Full Fic)

(Or, read it on Ao3)

Summary:

He approached the mushroom beasts and—huh? Red Guy fell off the screen with a “Waaah,” that drew a surprised and delighted laugh from Sakura, one that startled him enough to look around like someone else made the sound and snapped the DSi closed. From it, he heard a “Bye-Bye!” When he was sure again that it was just him, he flipped it open again, eyes sparkling even as he jumped. “It’s-a me, Mario!” the device proclaimed. “H-Hi, Mario…-san,” he greeted back, bowing his head minutely. He tried again to punch the mushroom, this time, but it turned away before he could get to it. He hit a button while he was moving and Mario leapt into the air, arcing up and then landing on top of the mushroom, crushing it. “Mario-san! You beat him up!” His eyes sparkled.

or:

Seven year-old Sakura found a DSi at the playground and played New Super Mario Brothers. He never forgets it.

Tags:

a little Suo/Sakura if you squint, A look at what I imagine Sakura's childhood could have been like, sad childhood, self hatred, a little bit of food rationing if that is triggering for you, Hurt/Comfort, Sakura Haruka Needs A Hug (Wind Breaker), Ostracization, Quote: It's-a me! Mario! (Super Mario), Sakura & Mario could unironically be a tag in this fic, Game: New Super Mario Bros. DS (2006), DSI, Coping, some present shenanigans, Suou Hayato is a Little Shit (Wind Breaker), References to Super Smash Brothers, Sakura's empty ass apartment but even in childhood, still no pillows, i cant believe he canonically sleeps in the fetal position, child sakura haruka, seven year old sakura

Sakura found an interesting toy near the slide. It was blue, shiny, and it flipped open to show screens on the inside.

He thought he’d seen one of these before. He wracked his brain to try to remember what it was called, but it was no use. He knew some of his classmates had them—usually pulling them out at lunch time and when they’d skip cleaning duties.

(He’d usually have to hide that he was curious about them—if he showed that he was interested, they’d hide them away and whisper to themselves. The best way to avoid that was to pretend he was reading the posters on the classroom walls of color-coded hiragana. If he wanted to listen, he’d pretend to doodle in his workbook with his ears perked.)

There was a light sheen of dew over everything, a drizzle accompanying Sakura to the playground; when the other kids saw him, they scattered. Their parents muttered to themselves as they packed up and left, sending scathing looks his way when they thought he wasn’t looking.

(Sakura was always looking, always listening. There was nothing else to do, no other senses that he could engage with his peers, not unless he made to touch and all that could connect was a punch.)

It’d been an hour since then, and Sakura took to wandering the playset mindlessly. What was so fun about a slide? He could understand the jungle gym—he loved climbing every which way—but there was nothing waiting for him at the bottom of a slide.

(He said this, but he never stopped going on it. Listlessly making his way back to the top and hoping every time he came back down that he’d find someone there.)

It was there, right at the entrance of the slide, that he had found this thing. The bright screen lit up his face from below, casting shadows across his face, shining through and illuminating white hair.

Then he heard a few voices. He flipped it closed and tucked himself in to the slide, out of view.

“Kouji said he couldn’t find his DSi. You think it’s around here?”

“Dunno, but we can look later. He already has an XL that he shares with his sister so it’ll be fine.”

“Luckyyy.”

“Right?”

Sakura poked his head out as the two kids walked away.

So this thing was a DSi?

Sakura resisted the urge to look at the DSi for the rest of the day. It sat on his desk, the only item in his barren room besides a few plastic water bottles, two towels, and his futon. The pop of color in the cold neutral tones of the room pulled at his vision, though it was only after he brushed his teeth and turned off the lights that he finally let his curiosity win.

The screen was a beacon in the dark, almost blinding.

On the bottom screen, there was a colorful image of a rotund character with a red hat and a brown moustache.

Sakura pressed a few buttons. The ones on the left side of the screen seemed to move through the applications, which was a little annoying since all he wanted to do was see what this red guy was. He tried the buttons to the right side, and on his third button, labeled with some foreign, non-Japanese letter, he was finally able to select the red-guy-thing.

More foreign letters came up—underneath, the katakana to read it. It took him a few minutes to sound it out.

“Ni-yu.. Niu Su-pa Ma-ri-oh Bu-ra-za-zu…?”

New Super Mario Brothers.

He saw the red guy—the one that caught his attention—in front of a castle, beside him a blonde girl in a pink dress. He walked ahead to the castle and then—what!? Some kappa-thing just stole the girl!

The red guy chased after it. Sakura accidentally, in his impatience, rapidly tapped a button and the scene disappeared, replaced with the red guy on a big circle. The screen went black as the red guy jumped into the background.

“Where’d he…”

Then the world loaded in, and there were these mushroom creatures that came in his direction. He hit another button, hoping he could punch them. Take that, you stupid vegetables. Nothing happened. He tried a few other buttons, then went to the buttons on the left side that annoyed him earlier.

Oh! That’s how he moved.

When he was sure again that it was just him, he flipped it open again, eyes sparkling even as he jumped. “It’s-a me, Mario!” the device proclaimed.

“H-Hi, Mario…-san,” he greeted back, bowing his head minutely.

He tried again to punch the mushroom, this time, but it turned away before he could get to it. He hit a button while he was moving and Mario leapt into the air, arcing up and then landing on top of the mushroom, crushing it.

“Mario-san! You beat him up!”

His eyes sparkled.

Sakura didn’t get much sleep. He was a zombie walking into class the following morning, squinting eyes appearing like a glare to his classmates. They kept further away from him, but it was okay.

He had Mario-san waiting for him, so it was okay.

(When he fell asleep, the DSi was pressed to his chest. He curled around it like there was a tiny Mario-san in his arms. Then, in his dreams, there was a giant Mario-san, one that ate a big orange mushroom. Sakura was big too, big enough to stomp through all of his problems.

Mario-san said, “Wa-hoo!” and Sakura copied him, back and forth like a conversation. He isn’t sure when the last one he had was, but this was how they went, right?

Together, they jumped through the clouds, and for once, Sakura felt like a superhero.

He had to remind himself once he woke up that he wasn’t made for a role like that. That all he was ever made to be was a villain.

A monster.)

There wasn’t anyone in his class named Kouji. Sakura checked the roster twice over, but to no avail. He’d have asked his classmates, if it weren’t for the fact that everyone would shrink away at his approach.

Maybe he’d come to the playground again today, he hoped.

(But really, he hoped he didn’t. There was no use lying to himself—who better would know his evil nature than himself?)

There was no one named Kouji at the playground. Not from the yells of kids’ names across the park when he walked up. And of course, when it cleared out again at his presence, there were none then, either.

Sakura got through a few more hours of the game before the screen turned black, and nothing he could do would turn them back on. There was a red light pulsing at the hinge of the device.

Tears filled his eyes, but he quickly swept them away with his sleeve. He considered hitting the device to get it to work, but he immediately thought about Mario-san—that would hurt him, so he put his hand down.

He checked the clock: 5pm. Gingerly, he put the DSi and all his money in his hoodie pocket and made for the convenience store around the corner. Before he went through the doors, he pulled up his hood and tucked his white hairs in more than the black ones, mussing his bangs enough to cover up his right eye.

The clerk at the desk peered at him suspiciously. After grabbing a few non-perishable pre-made meals and some snacks, Sakura walked past him to go toward the electronics area, where a few different cords hung neatly from hooks.

From what he remembered, these things needed to be charged. He wasn’t super familiar with the concept, but he’d seen enough things plugged into the outlets of his classroom to know that.

Of course, there were a few different cords to complicate things. He pulled out the DSi and tried to fit each one in, frustration growing with each failure.

He turned as he heard footsteps approaching, and then the clerk was kneeling beside him.

“This one should work,” he said, grabbing a gray cable with a plug block at the end. He scooped up Sakura’s items and brought them to the counter. When the cashier was ringing up the other things, Sakura pressed the cable against the hole in the back. It fit!

“Yes!” he said, hopping giddily.

The clerk stared at the register as he read off, “Your total is 1200 yen.”

Sakura fumbled around his pockets to dig out his coins and one 1000-yen bill. He went to hand it over—the exact amount, with a few coins remaining in his hoodie—when he noticed the clerk staring at him in disbelief.

What was he—oh.

Sakura’s hood had fallen off.

The clerk’s face was unreadable, but he knew what that meant. Sakura dropped the money on the counter, scooped up his items, and raced out of the shop, lips pursing tightly. Usually he’d at least have a bag to hold everything in, but in his haste, he ended up cradling everything. He struggled with the knob of his room when he got back.

He scooted his futon close to an outlet—he’d never needed to use it for anything other than the small A/C that was currently tucked into his closet. He plugged the DSi in, brows furrowed as he watched the red light change to a pulsing yellow.

He wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to wait, or if he was allowed to even turn the device on before it finished charging. His knees bounced and he kept looking back at the light every few seconds.

Maybe if he closed his eyes, it’d charge faster.

He pressed them together tightly, his face scrunching together.

One, two, three…

Fourteen…

Twenty-four….

Fifty…

“It’s done!” he yelled, opening his eyes to find that it was—still charging. He pouted. One minute should have been enough, how could something take so long? “Mario-san… hurry up…” I miss you.

When a few more attempts at closing his eyes and counting didn’t work, he finally gave up and nibbled on some chips, careful not to eat too much of the bag at once. As long as he ate exactly what the serving sizes on the back said, he could make it last about five days.

Ten chips later, he was… not satisfied, per se, but he already indulged in having one extra chip (It had extra seasoning on it! It was begging him to eat it. It tasted so good, even if the flavor was already dissipating), so he downed half a bottle of water and went to brush his teeth.

Impatience got to him at the forty-five-minute mark. “Sorry, Mario-san,” Sakura said, preemptively. The light was still yellow, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

The screens didn’t turn on when he flipped it open. Sakura bit his lip, tears already pooling. He fiddled around with the buttons he didn’t touch while playing.

Heavenly light flooded from the screens. Sakura bounced on his heels, a wide, open-mouthed smile spreading across his face.

“Let’s-a go!”

“Welcome back, Mario-san!”

(Sakura didn’t need a pillow. In his head, the floor was grass, the clouds were fluffy, and there were turtles with wings.

Peach-hime wasn’t far out of grasp right now, but he was in no rush to get to her. Mario-san kept looking into the distance, in the vague direction the little kappa ran off in. Sakura held onto his glove.

He hadn’t held anyone’s hand in years—the last time was in kindergarten, when it was mandatory so they wouldn’t get lost. It was so warm, but so foreign, those intrusions between his fingers. Sakura chimed, “Mamma mia.”

Mario-san was silent.

“Mario-san?”

Sakura looked down at their hands, slowly coming apart.

“Mario-san, what are you looking at?” Still no response. “I-I’m sure Peach-hime will be okay. We’ll beat up that stupid kappa together and rescue her!”

Why wouldn’t he say anything?

Why wouldn’t he look at him?

Please look at him.

Couldn’t someone please just—)

Kouji was at the playground that day.

Sakura knew, because he snooped through the DSi and found a photo app. The most recent photos were there, two brunet kids smiling wide with their parents’ tired expressions in the background. Kouji, he assumed, was the one pulling on some girl’s pigtails—probably that sister those other kids mentioned. The picture was so warm to look at, but Sakura was dowsed with an icy feeling that tore into his chest.

(It was like last winter, when he slipped in some ice and scraped up his legs through his thin sweatpants.

Most other kids cried when they bled—Sakura knew firsthand—but he knew his tears would only make his cheeks colder and bring more dirty looks his way.

He just had to throw the pants away, bloodstains and all, and smear some spit into the snow caked on his wounds.

He was fine.

It was fine.)

Sakura had his hoodie on today. He stopped by his room after school before coming by, putting on a beanie someone left in the lost and found. This time, he tucked his white hair into that, then put the sweatshirt over.

With the beanie, there were no worries of his hood slipping. His black bangs were perfectly arranged, and no one would know that he was a freak.

He didn’t give himself enough time to turn around and forget about all of this. He just took a deep breath and marched over to the boy at the top of the playset.

“H-Hey. Kouji, right?”

“Hm? Yeah, that’s me.”

“Um. I f-found this. A few days ago…” (Two weeks ago. Liar. Selfish.)

It took a Herculean effort to pull the DSi out of his pocket and proffer it to the boy, hands shaking.

The boy looked confused for a moment, before his eyes brightened up. “My DSi! I’ve been looking for it everywhere—I thought I lost it! Thanks for finding it!”

Kouji stepped closer to Sakura, ecstatic.

“We should play on it together sometime! What’s your name?”

A half-familiar feeling bubbled in his chest, creeping up his neck to his cheeks and his ears. Pink seeped into the edges of his vision, and his face was unbearably hot.

His mind was fuzzy, he was floating on this warm cloud that brought tingles to his fingertips. He answered without thinking. “Sakura—”

The boy stepped away quickly.

The color drained from Sakura’s face—from the world—as realization and fear occupied both of them.

Kouji’s eyes were wide, blood rushing out of his face as he recognized him.

“K-Keep it. Just stay away, don’t hurt me.”

(Don’t look at him.)

Sakura stepped closer, pushing the DSi toward him, opening it to show his picture. “It’s yours, I’m giving it back t—”

“I don’t need it! Get away from me!”

Kouji slapped the DSi out of his hands.

Sakura watched in horror as it soared over the edge of the playset, smacking along the bars of the monkey bars on the way down, the hinges snapping and the device making a cracking noise as it hit.

(The sound of bones breaking sounded similar, he realized, when he kicked someone in the ribs, years later.

It sent a chill down his spine, but he was used to the cold, so he kept kicking.)

“Why did you do that?!” he cried, grabbing Kouji up by the collar of his shirt. He snarled in his face, vision blurry with moisture. Why couldn’t he just accept it? Why did he destroy it?

Why couldn’t things just be simple?

As quick as the anger came in, it dissipated.

Sakura deflated, head falling forward as he grit his teeth. Kouji, with shaking legs, bolted across the playset, jumping off the ledge into his father’s waiting arms. The man stared at Sakura with disapproval.

(Don’t look at him.)

(Was he just made wrong?)

When he went to pick up the battered DSi, the top hung backwards and flopped with any movement. The screens were partially blacked out, with green cracks crawling across them. Sakura couldn’t even see Mario-san’s face through the damage anymore. He dragged his feet as he headed out of the park, his fingers beginning to bleed as the rough, scuffed plastic on the outside tore through his skin.

Near the entrance, he gently set the DSi into the trashcan and pressed his red-smeared hands together in a prayer.

(If there was a god, it hated him. If there were multiple, they must’ve all felt the same about him.

That was fine. He hated them, too. If he had access to the heavens he’d go and throw a few punches around. Let them hit him back. Maybe it’d feel better to feel those blows directly instead of all this indirect crap.

Even so, he still goes to the shrine at New Years.

He still wishes for better luck.)

Sakura stares at the weather app on his phone, trying to figure out if he should wear a jacket tomorrow or not. Suo and Nirei fiddle with the TV in front of him, all of them lounging in Nirei’s living room. Nirei’s parents are still at work, and Kiryu and Tsugeura are on their way over, having been sent out for patrol that day.

Nirei tries to get a cable through the back of his TV stand to connect with his console—he called it a Switch, which doesn’t sound all that cool to Sakura beyond being an English word—but every time he pushes it through and asks for a different cable, Suo sends the same cable back through the hole and undoes Nirei’s efforts, the plug sailing behind the TV stand and into a narrow space that Nirei struggles to reach. Then, while Nirei is fishing for the cable that fell, Suo pushes the other cable through and swings it around like he’s impatiently waiting for Nirei to grab it.

“Nirei-kun, I don’t think we’ll get this set up before the others get here if you keep messing around.”

Sakura snorts to himself. Sadist bastard. “You really have an awful personality,” he says.

“That’s so mean, Sakura-kun. Umemiya-senpai said I was a kind gentleman.”

Nirei gets the cable, begging Suo to grab the right one. Suo, feeling merciful after all the torture, swaps cables with him and they finally get the Switch plugged into the TV.

“We’ve gotta play Smash, right?” Nirei prods.

“I don’t mind playing until Kiryu-kun and Tsugeura-kun are here.”

“Hm, Suo-san, I didn’t expect you to be the type to play video games at all.”

Oh, it’s gonna be 24° tomorrow. No jacket should be fine.

“I don’t do it often, but I’ll join if friends are playing. I’m not entirely un- tech-savvy.”

Suo sends a pointed glance at Sakura, which gets his attention up from his screen. The smile on his face makes Sakura hiss.

“The hell’re you looking at, bastard?”

Suo laughs. “Now, now.”

Nirei dispels their banter quickly, before he’s caught in the middle. “Sakura-san, do you wanna try playing?”

Sakura finally looks over at the TV, where there’s a big menu of characters displayed on the screen.

“What is it?”

“It’s a fighting game,” Nirei says, glowing at the interest sparking in Sakura’s sun and moon eyes at his favorite word. “It’s not as graphic as Mortal Kombat, but I think you’ll like getting to try all kinds of fighting styles. Here, I’ll even pick your character for you—you’d probably like playing as Kazuya, since he’s from Tekken—that’s another fighting game you’d probably like—or maybe a lighter character like Starfox or Captain Falcon since you tend to fight in a very—”

Sakura tunes Nirei out partway through, eyes glancing over the characters and then catching, in the far left…

Sakura shoots up. “Mario-san!”

“-san?” Suo snorts, which devolves into full-blown snickering. “I’ve never heard you be so polite before, Sakura-kun! How cute!”

A blush flies from Sakura’s shoulders, up his neck, all the way past the tips of his ears to the roots of his hair, even managing to color his white strands with a light wash of pink. Steam must be erupting off his head.

“Sh-Sh-SHUT UP! WHAT’S IT TO YOU?”

Suo laughs harder, holding his belly. There isn’t enough blood in Sakura’s body to make his blush darker than it is now. His hands twitch into fists.

…Yelling at Suo isn’t enough, he needs to kill him.

Nirei wraps his arms around Sakura’s waist to keep him from fully lunging at the redhead, who is quickly up and striding around behind the sofa, dodging just as Sakura manages to get out of Nirei’s grasp and pounce.

“Sakura-san, you can’t commit murder in my house! My parents just redid the carpets!”

“Fuck the carpets, he’s dead!”

It takes a while for Sakura to be placated, only calmed by Nirei getting some snacks in his mouth in between mad leaps at Suo. Eventually the food seduces his tongue enough for him to absentmindedly nibble on whatever items Nirei gets in his mouth’s proximity, and he melts back into the couch cushions like he’s never sat on anything so comfortable in his life.

Nirei pointedly sits in the middle of the two and keeps the Pocky they have in his hands, feeding them into Sakura’s mouth himself so Suo wouldn’t get any ideas that could jeopardize the safety of his home. Suo pouts at him slightly, but there’s no budging the blond once he makes up his mind.

Sakura agrees to still play with them, a little red climbing back into his cheeks as he selects Mario, making a small noise of intrigue when Nirei shows him how to change the skins.

Nirei and Suo hold their breath at the roundness in Sakura’s usually-sharpened gaze. There was this childlike wonder that softened his features, a quiver to his grin that tugs at something in them, this need to smother him and show him everything he’s ever missed almost overbearing in its intensity.

Suo feels a little bad for making fun of him earlier. That’s a subtle apology to be made later, though, because all he can do now is let his eye soak in this image and try to replicate its splendor again and again in the future.

They’re drawn back in when Sakura looks at them, puzzled about what to do to proceed to the fighting part of the game.

They pick their characters—Nirei has Meta Knight and Suo picks Bayonetta, hitting start and snagging a map before Sakura can even begin to process Suo’s choice.

The round goes long—mainly between Suo and Nirei. Sakura falls off the map once or twice before he commits to button-mashing for his third life. He’s not great at getting Mario to move the way he wants him to; he’s caught in the crossfire of one of Suo’s attacks and he is out, scowling at the screen and flipping Suo the bird. Suo takes his hand off the controller to blow a kiss for half a second, which Nirei uses as a chance to hit him with his Ultimate.

Suo laughs airily and starts his next life in stride, continuing where he left off with a strategy that suits him perfectly: dodging, taunting, blocking, and spamming his B-attacks until Nirei flies off the stage cleanly.

“Suo-san, I thought you didn’t play video games often.”

“I don’t, but I never said I’m bad at them.”

Nirei has a fire in his eyes. “Well, I won’t lose!”

He doesn’t. Suo is not the best at getting to the Smash ball, and Nirei is able to tear through his last life.

“That was awesome, Nirei-kun. Good job.”

Sakura mumbles his compliment. “That was kinda badass, I guess.”

Nirei sparkles. “Sakura-san…”

Sakura looks interested in playing again, but seems reluctant. Nirei knows Sakura is a little sad when he realizes, after Nirei explains a few things about playstyle, that Mario isn’t really the best character for him. Suo is able to distract him a little by explaining why he likes some of the specific characters he plays, to which Sakura listens attentively.

They don’t really get it, but that goes for a lot of things about Sakura—they don’t really need to.

Sakura is relieved that they don’t ask.

(Sakura was 15 when he went into a game store with his classmates and found out that devices can be repaired.

Nirei told him he’d give him his old consoles, asked if he wanted to play anything specific.

Sakura said no, but Nirei gave them to him anyway. He tried to leave the bag behind at Nirei’s desk, but Suo snuck the bag into his apartment, so the decision was made for him.

When the floor felt too hard and cold and he couldn’t sleep, he grabbed the WiiU and tried to play a game.

It was the most normal Sakura had ever felt.

It was the best gift ever.)

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This is the first fic in a series :)

#allsaku #suosaku #nireisaku #niresaku #sakura haruka #windbreaker #wind breaker #fanfiction #childhood fic

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sortagaysortahigh · 2 years ago

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Honestly truly, out of every character on The Bear, my love for Richie is infinite, like he truly is my favorite character, the way he’s written and portrayed is something that a lot of writers, director, and cinematographers try to but typically fall short in one aspect or another. He’a so relatable in so many ways and it makes the audience want to root for him because yeah this older guy is kind of a dick, but a lot of the odds are against him and he’s trying, even if he doesn’t always do things right, he’s still trying

We take a 45 year old man who truly doesnt know his purpose in life, is going thru what we can assume to be an existential crisis, while simultaneously trying to mourn the loss of his bestfriend, scratch that, HIS BROTHER, meanwhile its clear he’s lost the love of his life (tiff) and holds so many regrets about that relationship and how its impacting his daughter-who he loves with his all!!!!-and he’s just trying to find his place in the family business (and in life) because prior to Carmy showing up, it was a trainwreck, but it was a trainwreck that he felt comfortable in, even a little too comfortable. We literally watch as his life flips upside down and he struggles with his emotions, his family, his physical place whether it be at the Beef/going to The Bear or even in a post-covid Chicago where everything he knew and recognized is almost gone and has changed.

I feel like Richie’s character is genuinely at a loss of who he is without Mikey in the first season, because that man child(lovingly) was like his other half, and that was his platonic soulmate that’s been taken away from him because of Mikey’s own issues. Issues that even Richie couldn’t fix and maybe he feels guilty about that because he knew Mikey was using, but he also knew he couldn’t stop him. We as the audience get to watch the way that richie is constantly struggling to be someone that he actually wants to be, and to even feel a sense of self confidence and self worth, because he overcompensates to hide his own grief and insecurities.

Then as season two is progressing we see Richie blow the fuck up and start to put himself back together in a way that ACTUALLY BENEFITS HIM!!!! Which is HIS OWN DECISIONS!! Because yes he needed the push from Carm and the rest of the family, but he also needed people outside of them to reassure him that yes he has skills, hes smart, he has a purpose and he deserves a place at The Bear, not only that but that he’s NEVER TOO OLD TO TRY AGAIN. Because we saw bits and pieces of life literally knocking this man down and him trying to laugh it off or brush things off like he was okay when he wasnt. Then he meets Chef Terry who tells him, yea bro life kicked my ass and i was sad and depressed and damn near forty at the time, but I didn’t give up and I tried again because it’s never too late!!! And that allows him to take a look at himself and realize ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO CHANGE!! And he can do things for his OWN BENEFIT THAT MAKE HIM FEEL GOOD (ie cleaning his countertop before going to work and wearing suits). Then he does what nobody has ever expected and APOLOGIZES TO SUGAR! and we see the way staging impacted not only his professionalism, but his sense of self and even his confidence. He knows that he cant do everything and that it’s okay, but now instead of forcing himself into spaces he doesn’t fit into, hes making his own space and in turn sliding into the places that he does fit in.

He’s literally such a well written and portrayed character and he’s so fucking real and so fucking relatable, and yea he has his unlikable moments (as many of us do) but that doesn’t define him, and now he’s learning not to let the past define who he can be and stop him from trying things differently in the present!

I live laugh and LOVE Richie!!!!!!!

#the bear spoilers #zoot talks the bear #richie jerimovich

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koaly-ty · 10 months ago

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Different Princess (Episode Reacts)

Spoilers for Different Princess from episode 24 to 26. And its done. That's where I have watched till. Until I skipped and watched the last episode 36. So this covers EP 24 BEWARE

Ep 24

his ring…….:(, so pretty why sad:(:(:(

oh i thought it was a subtitle error:o

she's trying so hard not to look at the finger

aaaaaaaaand now its her turn to say sappy shit (i was happy dance, now dying of embarrassment)

pumpkin u just interrupted your a-die and step a-niang (singsong)

ik a lot more than u do, poor gongye qi, bro just cant catch a break huh

awwwwww he lights up on seeing her, u have an angel in your hands or lap literally

u say this now but ur own mother is involved…

they so sweeeeeeeet (cries happy tears)

oh no embarrassment incoming so much embarrassment (hides face)

why do master and servant share one braincell (facepalms) u have the kid and u r surprised why she mentioned parenting techniques.!!

did they lock the door(sinks a little more into the ground)

aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhh (dies internally)

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my eyeeees my eyyeyessss where r u putting your handsssss (i cant look at this i cant look at this wth wtf wth wtf) even the little white shorts dont have k.o. ability like this

welcome ladies and gentlemen to the circus of inducing second hand embarrassment, we have wandering hands, wet glistening skin, half naked men (do those shorts count as half or fully naked in ancient fantasy china…?), tripping flailing grabbing monkey clinging and the grand finale falling on each others lips

oh he lost his shorts, she screamed (rofl me dead), what right do you have to sink into that pool like that mister who_started_all_of_this

pls note i have passed away, my ghost, after it recovers will be discharged from the second hand embarrassment induced trauma unit of the afterlife's hospital and will take back up this narration

cant sleep? i wonder why, oh i dont know maybe because u traumatised all your viewers

oh you heard about it? do tell, what exactly did you hear (waggles eyebrows) does the entire estate knowww

well arent you a fountain of great ideas (remember u are responsible for what happens next) even ur employer is skeptical bro but he's gonna take it….onto the next embarrassing showdown,(will i have to be admitted to the second hand embarrassment induced trauma unit in ghostlife)

u are forgiven on the sole account that you are a character and have no idea about the tropes present, ladies and gentlemen anytime and anywhere if someone offers u things like that, u know its going to be poison or lo and be hold, an aphrodisiac (deadpan)

well father_to_be, somebody appreciated that view ;)(-‿-)

helllloooo dramatic entrance, (blows trumpet) presentingg the consequences of inbibing unknown substances sold in shady markets under shady names….

aiyyyoooo rofl, well misunderstanding debunked! sexy bedy hair flip, somebody applaud this man. he has read the sexy prince's guide to ancient fantasy romance

He's gonna wish he'd never asked….dum dum dum(insert omnius bgm)

Ep 25

overly cheerful today morning isnt somebody?

the supreme embarrassment of a morning after where u cant look at each other in the face anymore because they have now seen u at your most pathetic horny state

wow she's just really accepting of her husband's lover and the kid huh

oof bangs (appreciate the looks ur serving)

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tooooooooooo smexxxxxxxxxxy get off the screen people ewwwwww cringeeeee

YAOYAO run away, bro u are an asshole, and also everyone take a drink for every person who forgets where their body will land up in the end (here's a hint: the morgue, undergoing autopsy)

this gremlin is remorseless and a perfect actor, u two are gonna be besties bro

everyone give mr. pastels a round of applause, so subtle, so smooth, no suspicion at all (eyeroll)

the emperor is also in on this assassination scheme?

Ep 26

did u seriously drag yaoyao into, u total jerk, how much more of an asshole can u be

plss dont make an embarrassing fashion entry

and she does (embarrassed facepalm), ji chu pls give all those servants a raise

ummmmmmmmmmmm i like this guy awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, someone pls ask him which guidebook to romance he has wriiten because more characters shall need it or have once been in desperate need of it, overdressed out of jealousy, soothing feelings with food, he notices, he takes action, take that every single idiot who smiles and does nothing else, learn from him

enough said about mr pines-for-his-brother's-wife, yaoyao i hope you know what you've volunteered for because this idiot wont see you

#different princess #cdrama #episode review #so we have reached the end #my notes are officially empty

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hangulandhallyu · 2 years ago

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AoS Ep 20, Warning: SPOILERS!!!

JUSTICE FOR THE CROWN PRINCE. I will be so pissed off if they get that lazy with his character that ope, pretty girl is with the other guy so I'm going suddenly not be smart anymore and am going to be manipulated by this known evil guy to be the big baddie because I have a fragile ego and stuff. They better have been playing that up just for cliffhanger purposes or I STG!!!

*Screaming*

WHERE IS BUYEON!? There is no excuse for the lack of explanation as to why this character built up as this divine uber-powerful person and the reason Muldeok is different than other soul shifters... suddenly just isn't doing shit when her body KILLS HER OWN FATHER, FIGHTS HER SISTER, And then goes and kills UK, too, etc. I think it's a bit of BS plot armor to have this whole thing happen anyway, but to not even give us an excuse as to why Buyeon suddenly isn't helping is mega WTF.

*Sobbing*

Obviously Somin IS going to be in S2. At the very least the first ep, but I don't see how she won't be in a number of them. Lady Jin directing her angsty, vengeful daughter to bring back Buyeon('s body) home alive wasn't an accident, and was left completely open, so it's going to be a feature of S2's plot, vengeful Spring and a dark mode danggu (ㅠ_ㅠ) full of hate and a desire for revenge hunting her down. at the VERY least she'll still be looking for Buyeon's body in the first ep. The mom & Buyeon will have to have a closure goodbye scene before we say goodbye to Buyeon for good.

*scream-sobbing*

Jang Uk was looking fine AF coming back from the dead though??? like wtF SIR

That whole scene was pretty cool though ngl. The emerging badassedly from the fog was ::chef's kiss:: (He did look a bit confused tho and yeah bro same)

*drunked table flipping*

WHERE WAS THE GOTDAMN ICESTONE BEFORE THAT, EH?? LIKE MAYBE WHEN HE WAS DYING, OR WHEN NAKSU WAS TOUCHING HIM WHILE RUNNING WILD AND HE HAD THE ICE STONE INSIDE HIM, WHICH IS THE THING HE HAD WANTED THE WHOLE TIME TO STOP HER FROM GOING-FUCKING-WILD I CANT BELIEVE THEY DIDNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY IT DIDN'T DO SHIT FOR EITHER OF THEM UNTIL FIRE TIME.

*soft, sad crying*

I am way too upset that my fictional friends are disappointed in and hateful towards mudeoki/naksu. I think their hatred of Naksu isn't realistic at this point, time would have faded some of it, and especially finding out she was someone they knew and liked and that someone they loved loved her... I really don't feel like this sudden "OH SHE MUST DIE IMMEDIATELY" was well written, and that is disappointing.

I want Jin Mu to die in such a horrible and painful way. Please make him suffer so much T_T

Yul left Naksu bc he was told to the first time, right? Kudos to the actor, I'm pretty sure I could see determination solidifying on his heartbroken face that he was NOT going to listen to his family and abandon her a second time. Not when she needs him the most. (Esp since at that point he does not know that Uk was like no thank u to being dead and burned.)

can we just have a group hug/cry rn? Someone pls bring a lot of booze. And/or chocolate. And tissues 😭😭😭😭

#alchemy of souls #sorry that's too many words but y'all get it rn

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neko-naruto · 3 years ago

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oh come on, just ask her

(some ochamina for my friendo @possiblycringe)

The Bakusquad and Dekusquad had been on neutral grounds for the last month or so, probably due to the fact Mina had gotten in bed with Ochaco more than once, something that could be perceived in many ways, Kirishima being the innocent bean who actually knew they where just sleeping while Denki was... He was Denki and thought they did the nasty on school grounds. Their close friendship had come as a shocker to some of them, Bakugo, Todoroki, Momo and Jiro having called it, unlike the rest of them.

"Hey Mina, how have you and Ochaco been doing?" Kirishima asked as he leaned up against minas desk.

"Where doing fine, you?" Mina countered with calmly, one straw away from flipping her lid at how many people shipped her and Ochaco.

"I'm fine, gets a little lonely from time to time, but thats my problem, i should get someone to play videogames with." Kirishima said trailing off a little.

"Thats what your boy Denkis for." Mina said as she kicked back almost hitting Kirishima with her feet who just barely threw himself back a few inches.

"Watch where your throwing those things! geez your gonna bash someone's skull in with those..." Kirishima muttered under his breath.

"Thats the idea." Mina said with a smirk on her face.

"Your just annoyed I'm asking you about Ochaco." Kirishima said with a grin.

"Thats where your wrong, me and Ochaco are just friends." Mina said trying to keep her calm composure.

"Are you sure bout that?" Kirishima asked cockily.

"I'm sure." Mina said.

"Just ask her out then bro." Kirishima said cockily.

"Did someone say my name?" Denki asked as he slid up next to them with a sly smirk.

"Nobody said you name, idiot." Mina said.

"I have an entire library of pick up lines and tactics to get the girl." Denki said completely ignoring Mina for a second.

"You got a book I could borrow then?" Mina asked.

"Being blunt would be your best choice, people like Ochaco are... oblivious to say the very least." Denki explained with a light sigh.

"Well how does one be blunt without being rude?" Mina asked.

"The thing is, you cant, unless your like, a literal god." Denki said.

"Thats a let down." Mina said with a sigh.

"Just say that you want to go out for a meal together sometime, or something like that, you never know it might work." Denki claimed boldly.

"Well then I guess I will." Mina said with a cocky smirk on her face.

"Then go do it, right now." Kirishima said gesturing to Ochaco.

"Is that a challenge?!" Mina questioned.

"Course it is." Denki said, Mina standing up and walking over to Ochaco.

"Hey Ochaco." mina said placing a hand on Ochacos shoulder who turned around rapidly, catching Mina off guard for a split second.

"Yeah Mina?" Ochaco asked.

"You wanna go on a dinner date?" Mina asked losing her confidence ever so slightly.

"Are you asking me out?" Ochaco countered with.

"Answer the question before I change my mind." Mina said.

"Course I will, if its a date." Ochaco said with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I'm asking you out." Mina admitted, face darkening to a deep magenta.

"Then we have a date, how does ice cream at a DQ sound?" Ochaco asked putting out a hand to shake.

"Sounds great." Mina said sheepishly, losing her cool completely when Ochaco planted a short kiss on her cheek.

"See you then." Ochaco said before walking off to her seat, Mina walking off to her seat as well, a hand on her cheek still in shock.

"Looks like someone got lucky." Denki teased with a sly smirk.

"So what if i did? its not like your getting anyone anytime soon." Mina countered with a cocky grin.

"Ouch, my soul." Denki said sarcastically.

"All thats left now if the waiting." Mina said with a sigh as Kirishima and Denki dispersed.

......................................................................................rely retained any knowledge as the classes blurred by, didn't matter to her, she was glad to have a date with Ochaco.

"Good luck!" Kirishima called out as mina left campus with a vibrant jacket on and some jeans matched with knee high lace up boots.

"Dont mess it up! you only get one chance with women!" Denki called out.

"I wont!" Mina shouted back as she started the walk down to DQ finding Ochaco already their in a more humble outfit still wearing some leather boots to protect against the cold, her earthen shade leggings and skirt more or less for summer matched with her signature jacket and scarf.

"Hey Mina! come on over!" Ochaco called out as she waved over mina who rushed over.

"What do you want to get?" Mina asked as she pulled out a stack of cash.

"I'll just have a dip cone." Ochaco said, Mina taking their order, getting herself a mint blizzard, making sure to leave a tip.

"Sounds good to me." Mina said with a smile as they walked over to the other window.

"So, why did you want to get some ice cream anyways?" Ochaco asked as she was handed her cone, Mina grabbing her blizzard.

"Just wanted to get some grub with a friend, thats all." Mina said as the two walked out back to find a place to sit.

"Your sure thats all?" Ochaco said in a singsong tone.

"I'm sure." Mina said in her defense.

"Mina, i can read you like a book, your goals are clear." Ochaco said as she took a bite of her ice cream cone.

"Really?" Mina asked cautiously, taking a spoonful of her blizzard.

"It's clear you like me." Ochaco said with a smirk on her face.

"Denki said people like you where oblivious..." Mina muttered under her breath.

"He just says that cause all the girls try to ignore his flirting." Ochaco explained.

"That does make sense." Mina said.

"Even some of the guys do." Ochaco added on to really get the message that Denki was a hopeless romantic across.

"But was I really that easy to read?" Mina asked almost pleadingly, hoping her plan wasn't that see through.

"Kind of, you act the kindest only around me, so I just put two and two together, then it clicked." Ochaco explained as though it was easy to do so.

"Good point, i guess i was a bit being obvious." Mina said as she rubbed the back of her neck a bit.

"If you weren't I probably would've stayed oblivious forever." Ochaco explained before taking another bite of her ice cream cone.

"You make a good point." Mina said with a light sigh taking a bite of her blizzard.

"So think of it as a good thing, otherwise we wouldn't be here talking about this." Ochaco said with her signature smile.

"I see your point." Mina said before freeing up for a second when Ochaco gave her a light kiss, flustering her greatly.

"Exactly! Now lets head back, I think our time for lunch is almost up." Ochaco said as she stood up, Mina taking a second before standing up and catching up to Ochacho.

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#christmas gift #mha #bnha #kirishima #mina #fanfic #bakusquad #shipping #ochamina #dekusquad #ochaco #todoroki #momo #ochaco x mina #jirou

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emmyrosee · 4 years ago

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give us a random headcanon go 👀

UHM OK

This got long and kind of angsty I’m SORRY-

Axel and Mark are brothers. Axel’s older than mark by a fairly big margin so he offers that good ol’ elder brother wisdom™️ and Mark isn’t always here for it.

Axel’s had to drag mark out of parties more times than he can count, some because he was worried about his lil bro, some because he wasn’t answering moms texts and axel wasn’t about to let him make their momma feel bad.

Like this one time, their mom was punishing Mark for being completely shitfaced and missing something for their grampa, and Mark straight up snuck out of his room, no note, no regards, nothing, and with his mom fearing the absolute worst, that she’d lost her son, her baby, Axel quickly tracked down his brother and hauled his drunk ass right back home, speeding so fast mark was puking in the truck, yelling at him so bad mark pouted, and by the time they got home his brother was just a needy, scolded mess, and their mom was all over him, taking care of him and letting him puke and whine about his tummyache, and if she needed Axel to get anything, he did, not questions asked.

When mark was going through his first serious breakup, Axel really stepped forwards to work him back to normal, doing things with him other than just drinking the problems away like his friends wanted to. They went to cheap bowling alleys and drank cheap beer, they would drive around at 2 am, blasting music as they passed a joint, and it was probably the first real time- like honest, true, raw- that Mark learned it was okay to be a man and cry. He was hitting Axel, screaming and telling him she was every terrible name under the sun and that Axel had no idea what the fuck Mark went through to try to keep her happy.

When Axel pulled over, he shoved Mark back a little, just enough to straighten him back, telling him to stop being a pussy and just embrace it. She was gone. She was no good for him, and she was gone. She broke his heart, it was okay to be sad, and Mark wore his vocal chords raw with his sobs and shrieks of despair. “Why doesn’t she fucking want me, Axe? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing, dude,” he promises over his brothers tears. “You’re at a stupid age where love doesnt mean shit to nobody. Fuck, I am too. But right now, you’re sad because you’re alone, and one day you’re going to find someone, and they’re going to make you fear a lot of things more important than just ‘being alone.’ Trust me dude. You’re too fucking young to get that.”

They don’t talk about that night often. Axel’s jacket collar had been permanently ruined from Mark’s tears and hot breath against the leather, but from then on, instead of just getting drunk off his rocker when he was sad, he’d just find Axel and cry it out.

Their dad passed away when Mark was young, and their mom never really recovered from it. Because of this, Axel really took the role of being momma’s fix-it man, getting an under-the-table job when he was young and making sure Mark had snacks and lunches while their mom took care of the house. When momma Cluney eventually remarried, she never ceased to thank Axel for all he did, and it always put Mark in a weird feeling. Not that he wasn’t grateful beyond words, he just always felt bad that Axel had to go through that at such a young age.

“You were in Kindergarten,” Axel says cooly, passing his brother a beer. “What were you going to do, sell dunk-a-roos for cold, hard cash?”

“I could’ve done more,” he mumbles, taking a long sip of his drink. “Like... I could’ve been more grateful for the toys and the lunch money.”

Axel chuckles and reaches over to ruffle Mark’s hair, “hey; you were fed. You didn’t give mom too much shit. And on your birthday, you got the Power-Ranger toys you wanted. You were grateful. You just didn’t get why you had to wait until your birthday.”

Mark snorts and shoves Axel’s hand away, sighing softly, “I wish I knew him, dude..”

“You look just like him.”

“What was he like?”

Axel hums and leans back in his seat, fingers swirling the lip of his beer bottle, “I remember when I was nine, I told him I was going to run away. Go live in the treehouse of our old house.” He paused to smirk, “bastard made me a lunch box with two peanut butter sandwiches, a bag of barbecue chips and a juice box and said ‘good for you! You’re a man now, do what you gotta do!’ I never made it off of the porch.”

Mark snickers and they get real quiet. “I miss him,” he admits. “I don’t remember him... but I miss him.”

Axel hums again, “he was moms great love. Never laid a hand on us, nor her. He was a good man.”

Mark raises his bottle to his brother, “you’re a good man too, dude.”

“Believe me, mark,” Axel chuckles sadly. “I’m only a quarter of the man he was.”

On a lighter note, Axel taught Mark to drive. He filled his truck with gas, drove them both out to the city limits, butt-fuck no where, with a bag of fast food and his gps.

“Okay,” Axel hums. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

Axel pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them to his brother, “you’re driving us back home. Oh, and to CVS, mom needs sugar and milk.”

And with those buggy green eyes, Mark just completely stares at Axel, freaked out and worried (mostly because Axel’s truck is his baby, and Axel was levelheaded enough at all times to hide a body if need be), so with a reassuring smile, axel slips out of the driver side, gesturing mark to slide over the bench-seat, and he slowly walked Mark through the process of starting the car and driving back home.

He hit a curb. And ran a stop-light. Nearly hit a squirrel, but never once did axel raise his voice to him. He would simply tell him it was alright and that “it doesn’t have to be perfect; I just want you to get us home.”

When they finally pull in a few hours later, Mark was so terrified Axel would tell their mom everything, but axel just shook his head. “If I wanted you to be perfect, I wouldn’t have just thrown you into traffic; I wanted to make sure you could drive if I wasn’t around and mom needed you. You got home. We’re alive. Tomorrow, if you’re feeling easy, we’ll go to a parking lot or something. But you did fine.” He smiles and leaves the truck, “but don’t puke in the truck; do it in the front yard, please.”

Which. Mark obeys.

Whenever Mark’s birthday rolls around, Axel drives them up to an old lake house their great-grandparents built, only bringing some clothes, booze and a gas can to get in and out of town, and they fish, make s’mores, and just be kids again. Again, Mark is much younger than Axel, so all the memories Axel has here, Mark doesn’t, so he wants him to enjoy the young years of his life that Axel really couldn’t.

Sometimes, if they’re bold, they’ll bring whoever they’re dating or smashing, but they’ve found it’s better to just have a guys weekend away, only them two in the middle of the woods, with only the fish in the lake to keep them company.

“So you had a treehouse and a fuckin’ cabin before I came along?” Mark asks by the fire, marshmallow clinging to his face childishly. Axel snorts, “dude I haven’t had a birthday party since I was seven, then you showed up.”

“Oh I’m sooo sorry,” Mark sings, rolling his eyes and plopping the last of his s’more in his mouth. Axel sighs dramatically, “don’t be. You made mom happy,” he pats his brother on the shoulder. “And she said I wasn’t allowed to try and return you anymore, so.”

Mark laughs before his brows furrowed, “anymore?”

Axel smirks. “Why do you think you’re so claustrophobic now, Markie?”

“The fuck did you do to me?”

“Shoved you in a box and left you outside.”

“You WHAT.”

“Three times.”

They bicker. They fight. But they’d fucking die for each other. As they got older, they really became best friends and Mark is open to that fact.

In fact, for Axel’s birthday, Mark got his hands on a pikachu doll from the 90’s that Axel was dying to have a kid but couldn’t get because he had to help his mom take care of mark, but every now and again he brought it up to joke.

Mark could tell that, even as an adult, he still wanted that pikachu toy because he wouldn’t shut up about it, so he finally saved up and got it ($150 mint-condition his asshole), and when Axel opened it on his birthday, there was not a dry eye from anyone except Mark.

Big, green eyes flip from the toy to Mark, jaw dropped in surprise and just completely at a loss for words. Mark grins, “now you can shut up about it; you own it. Live your Ash Katchum dreams, freak.”

Axel laughs around his cries, a tattooed hand coming up to stop himself. He wastes no time in stalking his way over to his brother, pulling him in for a tight hug while the younger just hugs him back, still smiling before shoving him off when people tried to get pictures.

“Cant have people who get our Christmas card think I like you or anything,” he snorts, making Axel laugh again before going back to his seat to finish his gifts, but everyone (including himself) knew that Mark won that year.

The first time Axel brings someone home, they’re a guy. Their mom was chillin, she had no problems with it (though she didn’t really expect Morgan to necessarily be a man), Mark was pretty confused. Like, sure Axel always had friends over, but they were never cuddly and touchy before, and it made Mark really curious.

He probably brings it up on one of their fishing trips years later, and axel barely has any clue what he’s talking about at first.

“You seriously don’t remember Morgan?” Mark asks in disbelief. “Like, how do I, but you don’t?”

“I’ve been with a lot of people,” Axel shrugs. Then, he tenses up and a slow grin spreads across his face, “oh. Morgan.”

“Yes! Morgan, the first person you ever brought home!”

“They’re not Morgan anymore,” Axel recalls. “Well, to me anyways. After we broke up, they became she, and her name is Bella. We’re still close, she’s just not Morgan anymore.”

“So... are you... like...?”

Axel smirks, “I’m nothing, dude. No skin off my ass for labels. If you learn anything from me, Markie boy,” he turns to his brother, “do what makes you happy. Love who the hell you want. Mom’s going to love you. I’m gonna love you. And fuck anyone who tells you you can’t.”

“I think I’m straight.”

Axel chuckles. “You’ve just never pursued anyone who hasn’t gone after you; just so happens only women have gone after you.”

Mark frowns and sinks lower in his seat, “do you think... not-straight-guys are afraid of me?”

“I think they’re afraid of your frat-boy-fuck-buddies who tease someone for having any sort of human emotions,” Axel says nonchalantly. “I’ve taught you enough about treating people with respect, your friends don’t have the same drive you do.”

Which brings me to my next point

Axel ABSOLUTELY taught Mark about the birds and the bees.

He drove them both around town not long after Mark turned 14, and he parked at their town’s high school and just... talked about sex. What happens, how does it feel, etc..

“You need to listen to her, Mark,” he says sternly. “The minute you hear a “no,” you fucking stop. The minute you hear a ‘I don’t want to,’ you stop. I don’t care if you’re balls deep inside of her, you slip out, tuck yourself away and apologize for making her uncomfortable.”

“But what if-“

“No.”

That’s the basics; like what happens when you have sex, what how to use protection, and the importance of consent. A while later, once Mark starts going to parties, he drives them out again, only this time to talk about when she says “yes.”

“You gotta work her up,” Axel hums, cigarette low on his lips. “Her body will let you know when she’s ready. If you go in dry, you’re going to hurt her.”

“How do I like... do that?”

Axel smirks, “play with her a little. Kiss her nice and slow... let your hands paw and squeeze, let her moan a little, let her purr... I’ve been with a few girls who like being tickled and picked up, some girls like it more rough and playful too, a smack on the ass, a few bites on their neck-“

“How will I know?” Mark squeaks. “If she like... likes what I’m doing.”

Once again, Axel grins, “believe me, Markie boy- you’ll know.”

Sjfhvdgbgh I WANT MORE, MY BOYS🥺🥺

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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OC/SVU season premier thoughts:

They really missed the ball on not using Rita as Wheatley’s attorney….

The fucking theme song SLAPS

THIS mother fucker (sg brewster) has guest starred on SVU like three times already…

Sg Bell is SO HOT WOW.

Can we talk about how they just jumped two months, shoved Elliot undercover, ignoring the fact that he NEEDS THERAPY, and like.. where’s Eli?

Wait… what happened to Angela?? Why is she all crippled?? I’m so confused.

🙄🙄🙄🙄 “ohhhh its 2021, we cant have police brutality anymore, lets put Elliot undercover so he can beat the shit out of people” ffs…

Ooohhkay! Here’s Eli! Honestly, its a fucking dick move for Elliot to up and leave, going undercover and leaving Eli basically alone(? Hopefully with maureen/kathleen) right After he lost his Mom & uprooted his life back to NYC from ITALY!! Jesus

LESBIANS

MORE LESBIANS!!! AND A BEBE!!! AHHH. Thank fuck nothing has happened to her wife (yet…😒)

OKAY ONTO SVU!!

We SERIOUSLY open up with a MAKEOUT SESH?!! Jesus. “Is this even real?” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 STOP.

“Sorry i’m late” YAY BRO CAUSE YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH AMANDA.

Why are they doing this entire flipping/deal making so LATE??!

He BARELY tapped her car how did it fly off like that??

“Nothing sadder than white people celebrating themselves.” 😂😂💀💀 fin… you’re killin me

I dont trust this chief…. He’s giving me Hank Abram vibes… he’s all “we’re concerned about garland’s prev relationship..” DUDE, SVU took down Garland’s bestie PASTOR, and he had NO problem, he kept his head down & did his job🙄

These fade to blacks are strange & weird…

WHAT IS WITH SVU AND OVERSIZED BLAZERS??!! Kat is tiny!! This blazer LOOKS LIKE IT BELONGS TO BUCHANAN.

Love Fin, gotta always watch out for his bestie.

“A waste of a good hotel room”

SONNY CARISI!! KEEP YOUR THIRSTING THOUGHTS WHILE YOURE NOT TRYING TO BUST A SEX RING 💀💀💀💀

I’m 90% sure that extra is someone i follow on tik tok?? (She’s an actor, she was in Moulin Rouge on broadway)

KELLI GIDDISH IS SO FUCKING PRETTY 🥵

WHY IS RITA NOT HERE??? Like… who TF are these defence attorney’s?? Where is Rita?? Where is Buchanan?? Where is Langan??? (Spoiler alert… they were supposed to all be on for the defense & it got axed…)

GOD poor Garland!!! Im so mad about this bs…

This is LAZY FUCKING WRITING. This is the gallagher case all over again. Im not even fucking kidding! The convo at the da’s office was the EXACT same. The politician who’s cleaning house, who’s all “scoff… im a politician… you cant do this” like… reread your old scripts before writing new ones. We couldve had three hours of Rita…

Amanda: can you… take a break? Sonny, PLEASE, she’s so fucking cute how can you say no??!!

This detective is gonna replace Kat, isnt he? Okay…. Maybe not… do we trust him?

This bastard just *snapped* at them & i lost ALL respect I had left for him.

NO!! NO!! I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO OUR BABY. FUCK. PLS LET HER LIVE.

OMG FIN THAT JOKE 😂😂💀💀

I UNDERSTAND there’s a lot of other shit going on, but EVERYONE was at the hospital for Mike, and NO ONE is there for Kat??!! Fucking bullshit…

CELINE AND KAT STILL DIDNT GET A LIP KISS??? WTF???

Who is the bitch with sonny? The new bureau cheif? *bring back casey*

Omg ROLLISI IS SO FUCKING CUTE OMG

FUCK KAT LEAVING. Like, yes, I get it canon wise & her being all ✌🏻but LORD.

Omg… rollisi is going to murder me…THEYRE SO CUTE OMG

“Real rapes”

EXCUSE ME??!! I KNEW I HATED

THIS ASSHAT

#law And order svu spoilers #svu spoilers #Law and order svu #organized crime spoilers #Law and order organized crime

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mlqcconfessions · 5 years ago

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May I ask if you can make a headcanon of MC x Victor, Lucien, Kiro, Gavin, & Shaw( you dont have to do Shaw if you cant) ( MLQC men's pov) not knowing it was MC's bday. The men finding out that MC hide their birthday cause MC feels that they don't deserve to be celebrated and it is not worth it despite going all out for the MLQC men's bday. Would like to see the boys react that. Sorry if this is too much, but it is okay if you cant, I wanted to thank you and I hope you have a safe day

Because I don’t have a firm grasp on Shaw’s character yet (I’m playing on the English server), I’ll be omitting him from this headcanon. Hope you don’t mind!

MLQC Headcanon - My favorite day

Victor (takes place after his Surprise Date)

He was at LFG when he heard the news

Goldman was dropping off some documents that he needed to finalize

He was browsing through the papers when he came across your company’s rough draft plans for next week’s show

He quickly glanced over the words, signed, and flipped to the next page

After every rough draft, your company’s information always followed (naturally, your personal info was there too)

He stopped to look at your picture (it was the same one you used when applying for LFG’s investment)

Always the same dumb expression.... (but he couldn’t help a smile from forming on his face)

That’s when he saw it....your date of birth (XX-XX-XXXX)

....It’s today.....?

He goes into a panic mode immediately (of course, it doesn’t show on the outside)

He takes out his phone and goes to dial your number

He calms himself while the ringing is going through

But panics (again) when he hears your voice

“Victor!”

Obviously, he doesn’t want to confirm if today was your birthday (that would make him seem like the dumb one)

He has to think of what to say for a moment

“Hello? Victor?”

He’s unable to think clearly, so he just blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind

“Souvenir. 6 PM. Don’t be late”

“What? Vict—“ (he hangs up)

He looks at the time, 4 PM

He sighs, rubbing his temples as he starts to regain his senses

He resumes his work as he ponders over what tonight’s menu will be

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You arrive at Souvenir a little early than planned (around 5:30)

You go to open the door, but it’s locked (weird)

“Victor? (you knock a few times) Victor, are you there?”

You hear a series of rattling and clattering inside

“....Victor? What’s going on in there?”

You go to knock again, but the door opens wide with a bang

He’s in front of you, disheveled as ever

“....MC....you’re early”

“Um..yeah. Work went a lot quicker than usual and...um....are you okay? I heard a lot of noise in here”

“Yes...yes. Why wouldn’t I be okay? (he straightens his clothes) Hurry, come in”

You go inside to see Souvenir all decorated, except for a few areas where it’s still bare (even some of the lights were hanging off)

“It’s still in process....but....” (he brings out the cake, lighted with candles)

“Happy birthday”

Kiro

He found out it was your birthday from Kiki and the others (while he was over at your company for a meeting)

As soon as he heard he ran over to your desk with immense speed

“MC! MC! MC! IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY?!”

You look up from your computer, startled

“Kiro! What are you doing here? The meeting should still be going on” (indeed it was, poor Savin)

“That’s not the problem, MC! Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

You can tell that he’s genuinely hurt by this

“I...just didn’t think it was something worth celebrating, that’s all”

He goes bonkers after you say that

“Not worth celebrating? Are you kidding me?”

He grabs your shoulders and looks you in the eye

“MC! Your birthday DESERVES to be celebrated as much as anyone else’s. Mine included!”

“But...”

“No buts! Today, we are going to make sure you have the BEST birthday EVER!” (he grabs your hand and leads you out of the room)

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He drags you along throughout town, with him wearing a foolproof disguise (he insisted you wear one too, although it wouldn’t really matter)

You’re having trouble keeping up with his energy, but soon become used to it

He takes you out shopping to buy you a birthday outfit (but he ends up modeling clothes himself, to your request)

The two of you are sitting at a bench, waiting for Savin to come with the car

“.......MC”

You turn your head towards him

He gets up, kneels down in front of you, and takes out a small container

“Kiro?”

He doesn’t say anything, but instead opens the box (you become speechless at the sight of the ring, glowing in the moonlight)

“I bought this while you were in the bathroom” (he takes your hand and slips the ring on your finger)

“Kiro...I...”

“This is my reservation, MC! With this, (he kisses your hand) I’m yours forever. Happy birthday”

Lucien

He already knew your birthday was coming up

But was unsure of the exact date

Every time he asked, you would just play it off

“My birthday? It’s.........soon”

He didn’t want to go looking through your information to find out when it was (it would feel like his loss, or something)

He decides to make YOU tell him, yourself

He’s just so good with his words?

He’s looking at something on his phone during breakfast (something he rarely does)

“MC, look at this trait description for Scorpios”

You take his phone from him

“Do you think this description fits me?”

Strategic? Persistent? Secretive?? (if this isn’t Lucien, then who else is it)

“Yeah, I think it describes you perfectly!”

“Is that so? (you don’t notice the smile on his face) How about I read yours, too?”

“Sure! But I don’t know my sign...can you check XX/XX?” (insert birthdate here)

Bingo.

“So I assumed correctly. Happy birthday, MC”

You immediately realize what you just did (oh no)

“Um, Lucien. It’s not like I didn’t WANT to tell you....” (he just chuckles as you hang your head low)

“I know.” (he gets up to clear the dishes, and goes inside the bedroom)

He comes out wearing a coat, while you’re still sitting at the table

“Well? (you look at him as he straightens his coat collar) Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

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You wanted to avoid an extravagant celebration for your birthday

And he understood that perfectly

So he takes you to the movies, buys you dinner, and now you’re in his office (he said he wanted to show you something)

“Thank you, Lucien. I had a wonderful time today”

“You’re very welcome. But I’m afraid it’s not over just yet”

He opens a drawer and takes out a small wooden box

“Lucien? What’s this?” (you open the box, and see a beautiful pen inside)

“....is this...”

“I didn’t know what would be the best gift for your birthday.....”

“So you’re giving me Iridescent...?” (he nods slightly, appearing to be embarrassed)

“But this is your—“

“Favorite pen. Which is why I’m giving it to you”

“Does that make me your favorite person?” (you can’t believe you just said that)

This makes you blush profusely (he’s just SO good with words)

He laughs at the sight of your face going red (he hugs you while you’re holding tight to the box)

“Happy birthday......my favorite person”

Gavin

Why did he have to find out it was your birthday from Minor?

He doesn’t care that you hid it from him (he figured you had your reasons)

But it’s irritating that it was Minor. Of ALL PEOPLE

He’s having such a hard time deciding what to give you

After all, you prepared a big celebration for his birthday

“Bro, it’s gonna be okay! Chill!” (it took everything in him to not come over there and hit Minor)

“I’ll ask Boss what she wants as a present”

“What? NO”

“Don’t worry! I got this!” (Minor hangs up, leaving Gavin to pace around his room)

This was your first time celebrating your birthday with him (ever since he asked you out last year)

No wonder Birdcop is so nervous

He gets an idea of what to get you, and gets to work right away (it’s homemade!)

After pacing for 20 minutes, he decides to call you for a date

But drops his phone when you call him first (he stubs his toe while he breaks the fall)

“He-hello?” (he’s rubbing his foot, hiding his pain)

“Gavin! Where are you?”

“...what?”

“What do you mean, what? Our date! I’m in front of the aquarium right now”

He’s confused (somebody help him)

“A..aquarium?” (he flinches when he hears you sigh)

“Yes, the aquarium! Minor told me you were going to take me out on a date here. Am I wrong?”

Birdcop’s actually thankful for Minor’s nosiness for once

“I’ll be there right away” (ride like the wind, Sparky)

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Your aquarium date goes by pretty quickly (he takes so many pictures of you?)

“Gavin, come here! You look like this sea lion!”

It was about time for the aquarium to close, so he takes you back home

As you were about to take off your helmet, it starts raining like crazy

Despite his constant I’m okays, you bring him in into your apartment to dry off

“You’re going to get sick, Gavin!” (getting sick was the LAST thing on his mind, right now)

He’s sitting awkwardly on a chair, while you go to put his shirt in the drying machine

But you feel something in his shirt pocket and take it out

“A necklace?” (Gavin immediately gets up and runs over to you)

It’s a necklace in the shape of a ginkgo leaf, with both of your initials carved in the back

There are rough edges here and there, but nonetheless beautiful in every way

“....Gavin....!” (he hides his face in his hands, and you notice that his ears and shoulders have turned red)

He coughs before offering to put it on for you (his calloused hands are a little shaky as they graze behind your neck)

“It’s not much but.....happy birthday”

UGH can someone give me an MLQC boy to celebrate my birthdays???

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc imagine #mlqc imagines #mlqc headcanon #mlqc headcanons #mlqc fanfic #mlqc fanfiction #mlqc fluff #victor #kiro #lucien #gavin #mr love #mr love game #mr love queen's choice

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zombieratt · 4 years ago

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Alright so forewarning this is LONG as FUCK specifically because i came up with this idea in early high school and was just today POSESSEd By the Spirit Of Musical Theatre to put it to paper— er Tumblr.

So without further ado:

DEAR EVAN HANSEN BUT EVAN ISNT A TERRIBLE PERSON AND CONNOR LIVES.

the beginning is the same, canon diverges just after waving through a window.

*this ended up getting written is script format? i also just sorta ignore alana’s whole exsistance bc in this version of the play she’s unnecessary*

In the moments before he talks to Connor evan decides to omit Zoe from his letter, having resolved himself to move on from her. (instead of being a hella creep.)

Connor: “dear Evan Hansen,” what are you writing letters to yourself? *he laughs*

Evan: its, uh, its for my therapist. its just a stupid little assignment that she says is supposed to help me process my feelings or— uh or something

Connor: hm. here. * hands Evan the letter*

Connor: your cast. no one’s signed it.

Evan: uh no. no one has.

Connor: gotta sharpie?

Evan: huh?

Connor: gotta sharpie? im gonna sign it.

Evan: *handing the sharpie to Connor* w- whuh uh why?

Connor: *shrugs* feels right.

Evan: i wish i could do that

Connor: what?

Evan: UH, IMEAN—

Connor: no wait- dude.

Evan: i mean uh, i meant that i wish i could just be, y’know impulsive like that.

Connor: Why Cant you be?

Evan: i uh, my heads pretty messed up, and stuff like that just, makes it worse i guess.

Connor: well theres some thing we have in common— were both fucked up in the head.

*the bell rings*

Evan: oh shoot! i missed the bus—

Connor: i’ll give you a ride.

Evan: are you sure i mean i can walk its not far-

Connor: all the more reason, i probably have to pass it on my way home anyway, cmon.

——

they meet Zoe in the parking lot

Zoe: I have Late practice today

Connor: whatever, gotta passenger.

Zoe: who the fuck would be crazy enough to trust your ability to drive?

Evan *being Brave*: Me Apparently?

Zoe: Uh, Evan Right?

Evan: yeah, uh, yeah.

Zoe *holding her hand out to be shaken*: i’m Zoe, we’ve met though right?

Evan wipes his hand on his shirt and shakes it: yeah, uh, nice to formally meet you, Zoe.

Zoe: i’m off, don’t kill him stoner.

Connor: i wont Princess

Evan breathing heavy: that was,, an eventful ten minutes.

Connor: oh fuck— you cool? or—

Evan: Panic Attack.

Connor: Right, uh

Connor: can you get in the car?

Evan: yeah

*car nonsense*

Connor: Can i start driving or do you want me to wait

Evan: Distractions are good,, Can Uh, Can you Talk about Stuff?

Connor: What stuff!??

Evan: any Stuff!

Connor: Is Zoe okay??

Evan: Sure?!

Connor: Uhh we don’t get along as well as we used to?

we were really close as kids, shes a huge asshole now but *fully venting now*

i kind of miss it you know? having someone to talk to and care about— and i still care about her— but its scary and i always fuck it up! not to mention the fact that our parents hate me— make her see me as some alien and not just a fucked up kid who wants to talk and — (more ranting that i dont feel like writing, but its a whole monologue bro)

Evan: Connor

Connor snaps his mouf shut: yeah

Evan: thanks

Connor: oh that, uh actually helped?

Evan: yeah focusing on your voice and whats real and stuff— it makes a difference.

Neither of them noticed that Connor was just sort of Driving. they end up at the park where in canon Connor commits Sewer-slide.

Evan: i didn’t know there was a park here.

Connor: huh, oh, yeah i guess i just sorta auto piloted, i come here to think.

Evan: About stuff?

Connor: Yeah, Stuff.

*the convo lulls*

Connor: do you have a laptop?

Evan: no, i uh, i left it at home? why?

Connor: give me a second

Connor walks to the car and grabs his back pack out of the back seat

Evan watches Quizzically from the swing-set

Connor pulls out a Sketch Pad and Pen, flipping to a clean page.

Connor: So tell me how to write one of those letters of yours.

Evan: uh, well you start like any other letter- just addressing it to yourself

Connor writing: Dear Connor Murphy,

Evan: and uh, my first one was supposed to be about my ideal summer vacation? since i started in middle school- but you don’t have to—

Connor: thats perfect.

Connor starts to sing for forever,

eventually Evan joins in there is a minor gay moment where they’re holding hands face to face.

the song ends with Connor hugging Evan.

Evan: its- its pretty late.

Connor obviously crying: just— just a couple more minutes.

Evan lets go and grabs Connors sketch book of the ground, closing it and handing it off to him: then how about this, labor day weekend- we actually go.

Connor: what are you talking about?

Evan: being spontaneous?

Connor: o-okay.

and it cuts to black.

theres a small montage here, as the set changes to Connor and Evans bedrooms

sincerely, me is a lament in this context, Connor and Evan are duetting from their respective rooms, writing to themselves.

(the lyrics are completely different and i will not be writing them here because thats too much fucking effort.

but they’re duetting from their bedrooms about making a connection to another person, feeling seen, for the first time. what it felt like and how they really want to keep it up but are afraid of making a mistake and ruining it.

its got some themes of waving thru a window, and a little bit of for forever, but its still largely the same notes just in a different key.)

after wards, Zoe knocks on Connors door to tell him dinner is ready to find him peacefully asleep.

requiem is the same, Zoe sees Connor as Dead to Her instead of actually dead, so some of the wording changes, so and so about how a monster doesn’t deserve peaceful rest etcetera.

school day happens, Connor doesn’t die, but the hot goss is that everyone saw Connor and Evan go home together after school, jared makes a shitty homophobic joke to Evan and Evan kind of tells him off about it. they argue and it culminates in Evan saying “well god forbid I’m friends with someone who isn’t YOU!” or smth like tht and it hits jared right the fuck at home man.

Connor says from the side lines: damn that was pretty hard core dude.

Evan: you have, no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.

Connor honest to god l a u g h s, theres a number of people who hear it and lose their shit, Zoe being one of them: i have a pretty good idea, wanna get some lunch?

Evan: yeah, sure.

this general routine continues until labor day weekend, when they plan to go on their little escape. theres a short scene of Connor leaving the house with his keys and a backpack.

Connors mom confronts Zoe about his oddly upbeat attitude and hows he’s seemed differently lately Zoe Shrugs but decides to investigate his room.

she finds the letters. the first one is for forever, the theme plays as she reads it frantically, and is signed “Sincerely me (connor murphy)” so she knows its him, i f i could tell her begins but its a real duet between Connor and Zoe and at the end she resolves to try harder to connect to him.

Evan sings disappear to Connor after breaking into a formerly public park, in this context its him confessing that he broke his arm attempting su!c!de. Connor records it, for personal reference.

jared hacks Connors phone and steals the video, posting it to yt, in an effort to ruin their friendship.

Evan and Connor get in a little fight about it, and in the meantime Evan is called to the school to give an assembly because hes a phenomenal speaker and Disappear got like 1000000 views over night.

Zoe and Connor bond a little bit in a short scene before the assembly

Zoe: wheres Evan what happened?

Connor: Kleinman Did!

Zoe: what?

Connor: Why Do you care?

Zoe: because! you look happy around him!

Connor: i, i do?

Zoe: yeah? he could tell the worst joke ever written and you’d crack up. i haven’t heard you laugh like that in years Connor, maybe ever.

Connor: oh.

Zoe: Come back inside?

Connor: y, Yeah.

they all perform You Will Be Found together.

end act 1.

(no more dialogue from here i got tired)

to break in a glove is Connor’s dad trying to reconnect with him, it goes mediocrely, but Connor feels like hes being seen by his dad for the first time in years. its said in metaphors, but this is Connors dads way of saying that if Connor is willing to put in the work, so is he. they hug at the end, things are looking up. some talk of therapy is sprinkiled in the dialogue as they walk of stage together.

Only Us is Evan and Connor saying that they saved each other. its loosely romantic, as its a love song, but they don’t out right say that they’re in love or anything, they don’t know if theyre ready for that. its a promise. the song ends with Connor finally apologizing for pushing Evan over at the beginning of the show.

good for you is sung by jared only, as a power ballad, about losing people you didn’t treasure. its his attempt at an apology, but it ultimately fails, since jared is unable to take responsibility for his own actions. this is where jared and Evan go their separate ways.

Evan’s mom comforts him, as he sings words fail, which is about specifically jared, and how their rocky friendship is ruined and Evan pegs himself as the cause, instead of parents or perfect girl he uses metaphors that apply to best friends— maybe more. and talks about how he didn’t try, he was happy so he ignored that jared was hurting, and how that was really shitty of him. but instead of it being a generally somber song the end is lighter, because Connor is there— waving through his front window.

Evans mom sings So Big/So Small as Evan steps out the front door to embrace Connor and they mime talking about jared, hug and take hands. the house moves off stage in preparation for the finale.

Connor and Evan open the finale saying each others names, and sing it together as the test of the cast (minus jared) joins in, Evans mom taking his hand and Zoe Taking Connors, Evans mom the Murphys and Zoe break off to the back where Evan and Connor finish the final “all i see is sky for forever” while looking into each others eyes, and finish the musical by embracing (maybe kissing if thats ur jam).

#dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #evan hansen #zoe murphy #musicals #broadway #deh rewrite i guess?#this is more like the outline of a fic i’ll never write #kd.txt #i was posessed to write this #tree bros

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years ago

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mtmte liveblog issue 28

catch me completely ignoring dark cybertron lmao

yeahhhh so I'm just gonna skip dark cybertron bc no thanks. I did read the tf wiki articles for the issues tho, which is more than I did in the past, so at least now I kinda know what happened, though I had to suffer thru reading about dark cybertron to learn stuff about it. yikes. reading ABOUT dark cybertron further enforced my decision to not actually read thru it

anyways. the best part of dark cybertron was when chromedome threw prowl off that cliff. that was baller lmfao

a 1 page recap of dark cybertron is about all I can handle. thank you

ooh, the 6 months later smash-cut, I fucking love itttt

nautica’s here!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy I love her. also brainstorm, and I love their friendship sm

hvbjdkhfbshdfj god I love them. they have such a fun dynamic

everyone eavesdropping on a therapy session vhbhdjkhafbhkjsdf. hipaa laws mean nothing as usual

the casual reveal of captain megatron, oh god

the title fucking slaps, as usual. this is one of my favorites - ‘world, shut your mouth.’ great stuff, and a song title/reference to boot! and this being part 1: towards peace...chefs kiss

and then we flash back to 6 months earlier...yknow now that I'm rereading this, mtmte has a LOT of framing devices used - there's story-within-a-story, flashback/flash-forwards, storytelling with narration, etc...I love it

god hbvhjakdfbshjkdf rodimus saying ‘magic’ and then the little *magic = science rodimus doesn't understand HBGKJHSDBFKHJSDF my idiot boy ily

rodimus roasting prowl is my fav hbfjdkafshsbjkf ‘maybe the knights can help us find a cure for your personality’ ily sm

and then prowl agreeing w/rodimus a few panels later about megatron’s guilt...

optimus...don't you think that making yourself chief of justice is...maybe a bad idea...like, maybe there's a conflict of interests here...just a little bit of bias...a bit too much history, perhaps...

the fact that all the big roles in the trial were given to high-ranking autobots who were heavily involved in the war...I see that cybertrons justice system is as much of a farce as their medical ethics and patient confidentiality laws

the ‘you BROKE the MATRIX’ panel is so good bjhkdhfbajskhdf

rodimus: LISTEN dad I just wanna resume my space cruise with my frat bro ship I have no interest in politics

psychiatrists HATE him! local former warlord refuses to recognize the validity of psychological analyzation of people’s actions

ravage casually breaking hipaa laws and chilling in megatron’s therapy session like >:3

I love rung...he’s so good at like, passive-aggressively cutting right to the heart of someone’s issues, and he’s so generally mild that you can’t even really get mad at him

the sudden inclusion of megatron as a major character in mtmte is kinda jarring at first - mostly, for me at least, due in part because I didn't read dark cybertron so this is like, megatron’s introduction as a relevant character in general - but I feel like jro does a great job laying a lot of intrigue down from the very beginning w/his character - like, I already want to know more about what his whole deal is, even though we have, ostensibly, seen pretty much all of his story play out already

rung name-dropping froid...i remember that made me lose my shit bc cmon. FROID....jesus christ

rung and megatron: holy shit! we’re suddenly being drawn in a 90s-esque sci-fi tron-looking retro-futuristic style!

interesting that megatron sought rung out, and not the other way around

RIPTIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favorite sharkboy is HERE

CREWDITIONS...YES....

‘we’re not allowed to take anyone who might remind rodimus of prowl’ vhbhjdkshfbhaskfd brutal

I love nautica so so much. a perfect autistic scientist after my own heart

I adore that nautica brought chromia along for moral support

hgvbjdakhfbhsj and then swerve saying that rodimus hates ‘trisyllabic names’ and nautica is like....but....‘rodimus’.....

and then nightbeat busts in to get all bbc sherlock on they asses hgbfhjadkfbjaskdf

WHY was perceptor at the crewditions if he was already part of the crew lmao

ooof, and then we have megatron flipping out when chromedome, a mnemosurgeon, shows up

also damn the autobots were rlly like okay so we wanna speed this trial up so lets just like, probe megatrons brain, that seems completely ethical, especially when you consider the history of shadowplay and stuff that our previous government had

I know important stuff is happening but megatron is holding a CUBE and I love CUBES so I'm distracted by that. C U B E

and then right after a scene where we see chromedome willing to perform mnemosurgery again - despite rewind’s like, dying wish for him not to - we hear that he’s been locked up in his room rewatching rewinds goodbye message over and over again :( I'm fucking depressed

I love nightbeat, he’s so funny and kind of an asshole

and then you see more missing letters behind them next panel...clearly nightbeat is right and there’s a mystery afoot...OR somebody is fucking with the ship’s lettering as a prank, which is a plot point I would absolutely buy

yeahhhh skids is right, chromedome is clearly Not dealing

the dramatic graffiti on megatrons door...I wanna know who spray-painted ‘die’ everywhere like they're reaper overwatch

oh god. whirl vs megatron

really cool red lighting tho

GOD its so brutal, all the stuff megatron said about how he told the cons not to kill whirl...and doesn't that end up being false anyways? so he was just saying it to dig at whirl, which is awful

also I'm never over the fact that literally everyone - including megatron and whirl - blames whirl for ‘turning megatron violent,’ as if the entire Point isn't that whirl was a tool for a corrupt system, and if it wasn't whirl it would've just been someone else, and megatron turning away from pacifism was inevitable given the circumstances, AND also a choice on his part, so he really only has himself to blame for his OWN ACTIONS

bye bye whirls right arm, see you in lost light

‘people never stop changing’ that IS something I say all the time...damn you warlord grandpa! how can you steal my philosophies?!

ohhh man and then rewind’s goodbye message being different....oooh

AUGH the fact that whirl was basically trying to goad megatron into killing him, just like he did in issue 1 w/cyclonus...It Hurts Man

also I do love the hint at who he’s talking to w/whirl shooting megatron with the bow and arrow earlier, and we know that atomizer is a fan of those

ok, but here’s where my philosophy diverges - megatron talks about throwing away his past and starting new, but I think that you have to learn from and build on your past...either way, megatron’s arc is one that I enjoy greatly from a character writing standpoint, and I'm excited to get it underway, especially w/how controversial it is lmao

big ole double-page spread...I like how you can pick out individual characters in the background crowd, which is crazy cause that's a LOT of people. also how come cosmos is so HUGE

phewwww 4.6 billion cybertronians died in the war, that’s INSANE. that's like, an incomprehensibly huge number. is there an estimate for their current population? I bet its not a lot. no wonder jro leaned into reproductive themes so much in mtmte/ll - of course the continuation of your species would be a concern for many if your numbers have been that greatly reduced

optimus w/his fancy tyrest-lookin crown

oughdajbfsbdf and the fact that megatron ALSO murdered 100 BILLION non-cybertronians...bruh. I feel like they maybe should've dialed those numbers back a little to allow his ‘redemption arc’ to run a little smoother lmao. but also I admire the commitment either way

and then we end w/megatron doing captain stuff, and seeing The Coffin...and we never did see rodimus in any of the flash-forward parts of this issue, did we???? I love how concerning that is. where's my BOY

also of course we gotta remember the warning from way back at the beginning of mtmte: ‘don't open the coffin’....

and so begins mtmte s2! man I love s2. I love mtmte in general lmao. s2 takes on the impossible w/the whole ‘megatron redemption arc’ thing, and I know that’s like, a divisive plot point and stuff, but from a writing standpoint I enjoyed it a lot...I think it was pretty much as well done as it could've been given the enormity of the task, and I thought it was a really interesting direction for the story to go in

also espec if it’s true that hasbro was like ‘hey jro put megatron in your story and give him a redemption arc’ rather than jro like, planning/asking to do it

anyways. I doubt ill talk much abt the disc horse(tm) here bc this is just for fun and also my own personal opinions and whatever, but I for one am excited to reexperience this stuff

so yeah s2 off to a strong start with some wild shit already happening! cant wait to read more!

#lj rereads mtmte

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crazyforhorror · 4 years ago

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Chapter four: Are you kidding me?

— Paul pov—

I sat perplexed on the floor of the laundry room trying to figure out what was wrong with the washing machine. My favorite white pants were covered in blood and i cant get the stains out to save my life! Poor human females, i dont know how they do it honestly. It has been hours of me trying to get it done after successfully luring people her to feed off of. This is how i ended up here....... my swearing must have been loud because Laddie came into the laundry room with a look i could describe only as a teacher who was about to lay a ruler to your hand for talking too much and far too loud in class. “ dad you do realize there is this thing called bleach, right?? You just add that when you do your laundry with stain remover spray and you are good to go! I swear that is is super easy, here let me show you.” He says while putting in the needed liquids and starting the wash. The only problem with that was he was standing on my legs to reach the opening and the dials of the big machine that i was at war with. He was standing on my BARE legs in his COMBAT BOOTS. Now that my legs were all muddy and gross and were going to have shoe prints in bright red....... life with kids i guess though, right? David passed with a chuckle and said, “wow Paul your kid is smarter than you are. That’s sad bro.” I flipped him the bird and continued to listen to Laddie babble, this time about a new show he and Marko had discovered on the TV set tonigh. A ten year old is smarter than me. Are you kidding me??as the munchkin leaves the room I let a growl bubble up in my chest at the thought that David had told me the wrong stuff to remove blood, he told me freaking ketchup and mustard were the stuff you needed to use and when i had done that, i lost a pair of pants to the garbage man. Now i at least had Laddie to help me out but how did he know?

—Star Pov—

I still looked for Laddie even though he had been gone so long. What caused him to run away? were Michael and I hard on him? Did he think we were trying to change him too much? We were walking to the opening of the old cave, having yet to check here for him. Maybe he had gone here, Michael once said to me. I mean this did used to be his home for quite some time. What we saw when we entered the cave shocked us to the core. A cold feeling settled its home in my gut, something was wrong about it. It did NOT look like it was left abandoned by the guys, it looked a bit daare I say, empty.

“Kids found the cave and raided it huh?” Michael asked me with a tone of both disgust and awe.

“No, No one in all my time with the lost boys, we never ONCE had someone raid the cave let alone actually come in. Unless the guys brought them here for their.....dinner. But STILL we NEVER had that problem. This is fishy; something else has happened here. I intend to find out.” My voice wavered a few times, a wobbly tone that told how disturbed to my core I was. This did not feel right at all, almost like something more sinister is deceiving us all. Not something I look forward to learning about honestly. Did Laddie come back to the cave and get stuff that reminded him of the boys before he ran away? I started looking around for any possible leads to what went down in here. The old boom box paul loved, missing. Dwayne’s skate board collection? Missing. David’s books that were neatly piled up behind his little alcove? Gone! Marko’s pigeons and their cage? Poof! They too were gone.Laddie’s favorit toys and teddy bear and blanket that if he were to lose he would never be the same was all long gone. Even the old Jim Morrison Poster that once draped the wall of the back part of the cave was gone.... Wait if this was all missing, “ It looks like someone took very specific things and in a hurry too, its messy, looks rushed and oddly enough all the missing stuff was things the guys loved more than anything. Something isn’t right here Michael, I think we need to get the Frog brothers again so don’t you dare touch anything. There is definatly something more than we can see scratching the surface of this.” His eyes widened as I let the words shake out of my mouth, I was for sure pale, looked sick and you could feel the mood of the room become fridged with horror, confusion. This was something we needed advice on.

-- Michael Pov--

It was still early morning as Star and I made way to Edgar and Alan’s comic book shop. They looked rather incredulous to our arrival and asking for help. “But they are gone? Has a new coven come in and replaced them that quick?”

Star shook her head, her frizzy curls bouncing around her face. “ No their stuff was missing but only the things that were important to them, and before you say it was Laddie before he ran away, there was too much stuff gone. Paul’s boom box and tapes, David’s books, Marko’s pigeons and their cage, Dwayne’s skateboards AND all of Laddie’s toys and his favorite bear and blanket are all gone. It looked like it was done in a hurry and something just dosen’t add up here. Something sinister is hiding in this situation. and yes we checked the ENTIRE cave, they are not in thier sleeping quarters or any of the old rooms that were still accessable. Nada.” Sam pops out from a shelf area with a comic book limp by his side. “But they all died. Are you positive that the surfers didn’t go and take things they didn’t go and take things they liked before the kid got got his stuff and he ad gotten it later?” I only nodded with a look of grim worry shattering my face. We had to find out what what was going on so we decided to take the kids there to let them look around. The shop got closed up and we all made our way back to the cave at the edge of Hudson’s bluff.

A/N:

Im sorry this took so long to get this up. My anxiety and depression are pretty rough right now and I don’t have my own computer so updates are a little crazy. I hope you enjoyed this! im going to get caught up on this and then I will also go through the family tree I have made.

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1-800-hellraiser · 5 years ago

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I don't want to set the world on fire (Jeff the Killer x reader x BEN Drowned)

Requested by: no one

Words: 2,273

Genre: Lots of angst (itty bitty bit of fluff at the end)

Associated song: I don't to set the world on fire - The Ink Spots

!TW! Swearing, yelling, arguing, all that tomfoolery.

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"I've lost all ambition and worthy acclaim, I just wanna be the one you love"

You step down the concrete stairs of your apartment building. Your boyfriend, Jeff, wanted to meet at the nearby park. He said he wanted to introduce you to someone. You know Jeff works with a lot of people, so you're excited to get to know one of his acquaintances. You pull up the hood of your f/c (favorite color) hoodie, since your s/t (skin tone) ears are getting cold.

You pop some earbuds into your ears and play some music as you walk to the park. Thinking a bit more about Jeff's acquaintances, you know of one in particular, because he's your mutual friend. That's how you and Jeff met, actually.

BEN was actually coming to kill you, but you threw something sharp at him. It stabbed him in the eye, and he had to take a break. So, the mission was given to Jeff. After about a week of fighting every night, you both just decided to stop and become friends. Hell, you became even more somehow.

You and BEN have been friends ever since he tried to kill you. He comes through your laptop sometimes, although most of the time, he comes through your T.V. You chill together and watch movies, play video games, and just veg out until you both fall asleep. He's also been through a lot with you, every fight you and Jeff had, work and school related stress, nightmares, everything!

So, why are you with Jeff and not BEN? Jeff asked you out, you don't think BEN likes you. You just think BEN is your best friend. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you...right?

BEN lays silently on his bed. He's internally kicking his own ass for not telling you about who Jeff actually was. There's a lot you don't know about Jeff. You're the type of person to wait until someone opens up to you. You don't know that when Jeff's not around you, he's an arrogant, self-centered, asswipe.

BEN rolls off his bed, and gets up to go get some food. He wanders into the kitchen and grabs a bowl from the cupboard. A bowl of cereal at 2 pm (14:00) sounds very tasty right about now. He takes the milk carton from the fridge and some Cheerios.

BEN plops himself into a chair and starts to munch on his Cheerios. Most of the other pastas and proxies are out on missions. The rest of the pastas and proxies, including BEN, have their day off today.

As BEN isn't paying attention and spacing out, Sally hops into the chair next to him at the table. "Hi BEN! Whatcha doin'?" "Ah!" BEN squeaks, almost spilling his cereal. BEN composes himself and glances at the small brunette next to him. "Thinking about a friend." Sally looks up at BEN in curiosity.

"Who?" Sally tilts her head like a confused puppy. BEN takes another spoonful of Cheerios and shoves them in his mouth. "A girl I became friends with on that one mission. The girl that stabbed me in the eye." BEN explains to the young girl. "Ohhhhh, her. Yeah I remember." BEN nods and swallows the cereal he was eating.

Something suddenly clicks in Sally's little noggin. She grows a sly smirk and her eyes become half lidded. She sets her head in her little palm. "You like her don't you?" The young brunette teases. BEN almost spits out his cereal, his face begins to grow red. Sally keeps smiling slyly as BEN tries to explain himself.

As soon as he gets his bearings, BEN realizes he cant explain himself. He does like you. The tingle in his chest when he's around you. The butterflies he gets when you talk to him. How sweaty his hands get when you text him. How could he have been so blind, he likes, no, loves you.

BEN sighs and runs his hand through his greasy, blond locks. "I may or may not..." Sally giggles at BEN. "Oh come onnnnnnnnn" Sally's green eyes make contact with BEN's red ones "I know you do. I think you should tell her how you feel." BEN's face gets red and his heart drops.

"I can't really do that Sally." BEN states dejectedly, Sally cocks her head at his words. "Why not?" Sally prods further. "She's, Jeff's girlfriend..." Sally looks at BEN with wide eyes. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend, I didn't even think he could get one..." BEN snorts at Sally's remark as he gets up to put his bowl in the sink.

Suddenly, an idea pops into BEN's head. He could just tell you how Jeff acts when he's not around you. To be fair, you probably won't believe him, but has to at least try. BEN says goodbye to Sally and semi - confidently walks back into his room. He decides to wait until 5 pm (17:00) to come over.

You finally arrive at the park Jeff told you to go to. It is a bit far from your apartment building, but you don't care. You text Jeff to see where he wants to meet you. As you wait for is text, you wander around, admiring the scene.

There are children running round as they're parents sit on the public benches and chat. There are people with they're dogs (on leashes, of course) and an opening to a forest area. You're getting more interested in the forest, but before you start walking towards it, you get a text back from Jeff.

'Meet me by the entrance of the forest'. His text is vague, but you know what he means. You silently walk over to the entrance of the forest. Jeff comes into view along with a female. She has long, almost tomato red hair, a pale complexion, and is about 5'2. She is wearing a denim jean jacket, a black tank top underneath, jeans and a pair of black Doc Martins.

You come closer to the pair, noticing Jeff has his arm around the girl. You falter for a minute, before shrugging it off as 'they must be good friends'. Once you get to Jeff and the girl, you notice the female's beautiful green eyes. Her eyes are piercing right through you, in almost a judgmental way.

You push the thought away as Jeff introduces you to the girl. Her name is Zoe, a very pretty name. "So, Jeff, what do you want to do here?" You ask innocently, Jeff smirks at you. "Well, I wanted to talk, about our relationship specifically." Your heart drops and you feel the blood drain from tour face.

"Oh, uh, ok! What did you want to talk about." You ask, still trying to be optimistic about this situation. Although, you have an idea of where this is going. "Well, I'm breaking up with you, for Zoe. I wanted to tell you in person." Jeff explains, as you stand there dumbly.

After you process what he just said, you are livid. "Wow, ok, so, you thought it would be a great idea to have me walk for about a half a mile (0.8 kilometers) just for you to break it off? And, if that wasn't enough you have to bring your girlfriend along with you?" You sneer at Jeff.

"What the hell man? Like, it would've been better to break it off over the phone, rather than this shit being pulled." You continue, relentlessly. Jeff cuts in "babe, listen, I-" "No! You pull this shit and still have the brass balls to call me babe?! Get bent, Jeff." You finish, flipping him off as you retreat back to your apartment building.

As soon as you enter your apartment, you break down. You cry until you're dehydrated. After wallowing in a bundle of blankets for about an hour, you get up to check the time. It is four thirty, you sigh and get up to get some food. Food doesn't solve ALL your problems, but it does solve some of them.

You sigh as you stare into a fridge with only a few water bottles and some shredded cheese. You grab a water bottle, then close your fridge and trudge back to your room. You decide to order some food, but you don't know where from.

After about 30 minutes, BEN pops out of your T.V. and scares the shit out of your indecisive ass. "What's poppin' Y/n?" BEN asks, sitting next to you on your bed. "Nothin' much, just trying to decide on what to eat for dinner." BEN's eyes light up "CAN WE GET MCDONALD'S?!" You flinch at the sound of BEN's excitement.

"Pfft, yeah, we can." You open a handy dandy app on your phone that lets you order from almost any restaurant in your area. You pick out what you want and hand your phone over to BEN when you're done. You got some f/f (favorite food) and BEN got chicken nuggets.

"Its gonna take 45 minutes to get here." You inform, BEN groans. You chuckle at his childish nature. "You wanna play some Smash while we wait?" You ask, grabbing you and BEN a controller. "Hell yeah! Imma wipe the floor with your ass!" "Don't be so cocky BEN." You retort sassily.

"BRO LITERALLY HOW." BEN yells in frustration, you giggle at him. "I told you not to be so cocky~" You taunt he crosses his arms and pouts. You chuckle and ruffle his golden locks. You her a knock at your door and both you and BEN perk up. "I'll be right back, the food's here." You rise up off your semi-stiff mattress and walk out of your room.

BEN lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He decided to tell you after about Jeff. He had noticed that you were crying. He noticed your puffy eyes, the unwiped tear streaks, your shaking. He didn't say anything because he wanted to make you feel a little bit better, but he also wants to tell you the truth.

You come back with a McDonald's back full of greasy, unhealthy, yet delicious food. BEN licks his lips as you hand him his chicken nuggets. You take out f/f and take a bite. Your mouth salivates even more as you take a bite of the lovely food.

After you two are finished, you took the trash out of your room so it won't attract ants or roaches. BEN starts sweating and his heart beats against his rib cage. "Hey, Y/n, can I talk to you about something?" He tries his best to make sure he doesn't look nervous. "Yeah, what's up?" BEN gulps and prepares for the worst.

"Ok, I wanted to tell you Jeff isn't what he seems. He's an arrogant, asshat that doesn't care about others emotions. He thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread-" "oh yeah I know," BEN stops in his tracks. "Y-you know?" He stutters, looking at you with pure confusion on his features. "Yeah, he broke up with me for a much prettier girl, he name is Zoe, I believe."

BEN stares at you in disbelief, not because of the break up between you and Jeff. It's because you weren't breaking down. "A-are you doing okay?" BEN asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Kinda, I broke down earlier about it, but I think I'm fine now." BEN nods and scoots a bit closer to you.

"Ok, well, I-I wanted to ask you something. To be fair, it is a bit, sudden and early, and its okay if you don't feel the same." BEN looks at you with a cute blush spreading across his left cheek, over his button nose, to his right cheek. "What do you mean,?" You ask, cocking your head. BEN holds in a breath, and then lets it go.

"Y-Y/n, I came over to ask you, if y-you'd be my girlfriend." As soon as those words exit BEN's mouth, he shrinks down in fear of what you'll say. You give BEN a look of sympathy. You gently scoot closer to him, and wrap your arms around him, holding him close to your chest.

BEN slowly un-tesnses his muscles and wraps his arms around your waist. Burying his head into your shoulder. He breathes into your shirt, your shirt smells like fresh linen laundry soap. He loves that laundry soap. You rub soothing circles on your best friend's back. "I'm so sorry BEN, I had no idea you felt this way." You whisper soothingly. BEN starts to get his hopes up.

"I don't think I like you like that, BEN."

BEN's heart drops immediately. He holds on to you tighter. You both sat there in a comfortable silence, BEN blaming himself for catching feelings. You know however, what he's doing.

"BEN, hun, please don't blame yourself, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better," you pull away from BEN's grasp, he looks you in the eyes, "we can still be friends." BEN accepts your offer and pulls you into another tight embrace. "Thank you Y/n. God, your the best friend I could ever ask for."

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meetmeinthematinee · 5 years ago

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I’m No Stupid Cupid

It’s a special Galentines / Palentines / Valentines day fic that I wrote for @thesadvampire -- but also you! Yes you! All of you!

Ted Theodore Logan x Reader FLUFF

No warnings

“He’s such a meathead -- I bet he’s totally gonna forget it’s valentines day.” Your best frenemy said as you walked along the halls of San Dimas High in between classes.

“That’s so mean Stacey. Don’t talk about him like that.”

“Whatever, you know he’s, like. Totally clueless.”

“Ok, well, not everyone has to be a brain genius. God. He’s so sweet to me, and like. Hot. So. Very. Hot. Keep it up and I won’t invite you to the party next weekend.” You sneared. Sometimes you didn’t know why you stayed friends. She could be so nasty.

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“Whoa, Ted! She’s going to like, flip out with how romantic you are dude.”

Ted shrugged and looked uncertainly at Bill from his spot on the floor of the garage.

“You think so Bill? I dunno, I mean. I want to do the perfect thing for my girl.” He said as he scratched his head.

“Ted! Like, she’s gonna TOTALLY be psyched. Like, dude. Come on.” Bill said as he playfully punched Ted in the arm.

Ted nodded. “Yeah. YEAH! You’re right dude. I’m just like, spoiling my girl with some epically bodacious romancing. Like, she was like, ‘hey, Ted, it’s like totally fine if we just like, don’t DO Valentines’ but like. I’m not that smart, but also Bill, I’m not that dumb, dude.”

“Haha! Like, totally bro. You’re no stupid cupid, dude.” Bill said with a laugh.

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Your parents were out of town on a Valentines day trip of their own so when Ted turned up on your doorstep that night, his arms jammed with stuff -- including a pizza box you were super stoked.

“Oh my god TEDDDDDD like, what is all of this?!?” You gasped as you pulled him into the house.

You watched in complete shock as he knelt in front of you and grasped the pizza box.

“You are my most treasured, most bodacious, princess and like, it would mean everything in the world to me if you’d be my valentine, babe.”

Your jaw was on the floor.

“OMG OF COURSE I WILLLLLLLLLL!” You squealed loudly. “Like, I didn’t expect like, ANY of this.”

“Open the box, babe.” He wiggled the pizza box in his hands and shook his hair out of his eyes.

You smiled and carefully opened the box, peeking inside.”

“Do you like it?” He asked quietly.

“BAAAAAAABE. Awe, you got me a heart shaped pizza?!?!!?”

“Yeah! Cause like, I love you, and I know you love pizza. So like, it’s perfect.”

“I love you too Ted. Even more than pizza!” You squealed and leaned in to kiss him. So gently and tenderly.

“Whoooaaaaaa.” He whispered with a dazed look on his face as you pulled away.

Your smile faltered and he looked so worried as soon as he saw your smile disappear.

“Baby, what’s the matter? You like, look so sad right now.”

“Ted…..I. I like, didn’t get you anything.” You said as your eyes started to fill with tears.

“You got me you. You’re my Valentine. That’s what I wanted for Valentines day.”

“Oh!” You said quietly as the smile reappeared on your face. “Let’s eat this pizza before it gets cold!” You took the pizza from Ted and he almost tripped getting up. You both giggled as you made your way to the kitchen to get some plates and some drinks.

“You wanna watch a movie? Or like, a few movies? My parents are away all weekend. So like, you can stay over if you want.” You said shyly as you pulled a few slices of pizza out of the box.

“Um, woah. Yeah---I guess I could, like, tell my Dad I'm staying at Bill’s. But um. Like, I um.” Ted stammered nervously.

“Why are you so nervous about staying--OHHHH--omg Ted, like. I didn’t mean. I um. I’m like not ready for that either. But like, I just meant we could like sleep, sleep. Like, a sleepover sleep. Not ummm.” You buried your embarrassed face in your hands.

Ted walked over and gently tugged them away and kissed your cheek.

“Like, don’t even worry about it. You’re the most excellent girlfriend and like, I will totally sleep sleep with you -- and like uhhh. Whoa, um, you know like the other thing when we’re like. Ready ready. Yeah?” He asked cupping your face in his hand.

“Let’s eat our pizza and watch a gnarly slasher flick, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You yelled as he tried to air guitar with one hand and his pizza in the other.

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You were full of pizza and pop and cozied up on the couch together, enjoying the terror and mayhem of Friday the 13th. “I like totally forgot I got dessert too!” Ted scrambled out from underneath you---you were basically laying on him cause even though you liked scary movies they, well, scared you----and ran off. He came back with a couple of what looked like roses. “I got these chocolates just for you, princess.” He said as he dropped back onto the couch beside you.

You started to gently unwrap yours, taking your time but Ted tore into it with his teeth.

“Uh, babe.” He said, his words muffled by whatever was in his mouth. You turned and looked at him and burst out laughing. The colour of his face matched the bright red lace thong dangling from his teeth. You gently tugged them out of his mouth. “I don’t think these are chocolate roses babe.” You said as you pulled a black lace thong out of your rose with wide eyes.

“I like, I really thought they were chocolates, honestly.” You burst out laughing and so did he. “Princess, please don’t tell Bill about this. Please, he’ll like, make fun of me for ALL TIME.” You laughed even harder. “Ok, I promise, but like, Teddie baby, I can’t promise I also won’t laugh about this forever.”

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Later that night when you’d both stayed up late enough that you were almost asleep on the couch you finally decided to go to bed. You changed into your cute heart print PJs while Ted was in the washroom. He came back wearing his boxers and socks with his clothes in his hands. “Oh, I have a tshirt for you if you want to wear one to sleep in.” He smiled sleepily at you as it took it and put it on. “Do you like, have any side you prefer?” You asked quietly. He shook his head. “As long as it’s beside you I’ll be happy.” He said before he crawled into bed next to you and wrapped his arm around you. “Thanks for the best Valentines day ever Ted. I love you.” You whispered. “I love you too, Valentine.” He whispered back before he kissed your cheek sweetly and you both drifted off to sleep.

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