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br1ghtestlight · 1 year ago

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"hello burger lady!! tiny people. BOB."

THE SLOW HEAD TURN WHILE FISCHOEDER IS STARING AT THEM LMAOO he's such a freak. what is he doing

aww linda put a smiley face on the check thats so cute. "nooo i enjoyed it :)"

A BROTHERHOOD?? BLOOD OATH? love how louise hears this and immediately stands up she's like hello. hello im interested. PLEASE let me into your blood oath club mr fischoder

babalon like the ancient uhh. thing.

ooooh :0

(also my dad used to call my mom babalon among MANY other creative insults when they were married and this immediately brought that memory back to me. but he said it like babble-on like she was babbling. sorry idk why i wanted to share that)

"and the other members already picked all of the best chefs in town soo im asking you" i literally dont believe fischoeder lmao he definitely just wanted bob to come along as his personal chef and couldn't come up w/ a better excuse like. come on

"a billion dollars" "nope." "a million dollars" "no...." "a billion dollars :D" "she just said that"

i know bob is holding onto fischoeder's back bcuz he cant see but also its like. kinda intimate?? like?

also love bob's new jacket. these are the kinda things you only notice when you've watched WAAYY too many bob's burgers episodes but its a nice jacket :) the blue color suits him. and it has a hood

personally i would be a little more concerned that mr fischoeder only has one eye and it is NOT looking in the direction of the dangerous sharp cliff theyre walking beside. i know he's driven bob in his boat before but he's SOO BLIND WHY ARE YOU WILLINGLY GETTING IN A BOAT WITH HIM <- saying this as someone who doesn't really have vision in one eye or depth perception. i wouldnt give in a boat with myself driving either

"it was actually kinda fun to come up with!! i-i hope you like it :)" bob is so sweet im gonna cry. he's so excited about cooking SOMEONE LET HIM RANT ABOUT HIS SPECIAL INTEREST RIGHT NOW. he's in autism heaven

NOT THE TIKTOK MENTION 😭😭

recognize some of these guys from the gingerbread house episode which was another horrible experience for bob lmao

"can i keep hiiim? 🥺" what is his PROBLEM

WAS HE WORKING THE OMLETTE STATION AT YOUR LAST SEX PARTY??? <- brand new sentence

also this 100% confirms to me that fischoeder has had sex with every old ass man on this camping trip bcuz NO WAY he's getting rich old woman pussy im sorry. i do think he's bisexual but his sex parties are male-exclusive. he fucked those old men

not looking forward to whatever is going to happen to bob in this episode.

I ALWAYS FORGET FISCHOEDER IS LIKE A HARDCORE DRUG ADDICT remember that time he did mushrooms in s13 That would explain some things. that weren't already explained by the alcoholism

bob is surprisingly chill considering the circumstances and the fact that he's getting less than a thousand dollars of restaurant equipment out of this. i know he trusts fischoeder (for some reason i dont entirely understand) but being blindfolded and taken to a secret island with a bunch of rich old men and having NO CELL SIGNAL and everybody is drugged as hell.... he doesn't even know where he is..... GIRL RUN‼️‼️

also there's only one bed in fischoeder's tent which means there's either a seperate camping section for the chefs (unlikely) he expects bob to sleep outside in the storm (very likely) or bob and fischoeder are going to have to share a bed 👀👀 i know its probably not going to be addressed but i need somebody to write And There Was Only One Bed bob x fischoeder fanfic about this episode immediately. like that needs to happen

bob realizing that the chances of him dying on this camping trip are quickly reaching eighty or ninety percent ooh he's COOKED

"Don't wear brown and black. Never look into someone's eyes..." "Bring your own fork. And briefcase." "Of course. Everyone knows that." "And leave one of your shoes as a gift." "But you have to hide it..." gene and louise are SOO silly i love them so much. they play off each other so well its like a constant improv class

this subplot is Trying To Teach Tina Social Skills meanwhile gene and louise don't have them either they just dont give a fuck about learning them. well louise knows them she just disregards them. gene doesn't know ANYTHING

HAHAHA BOB REALIZING THEYRE LEAVING HIM THERE TO DIE. ITS NEVER BEEN MORE OVER love him not even acknowledging their crazy fire drug-induced dancing he's so used to this bullshit. bob should get a week off after this MINIMUM but we all know he loves cooking too much for that

NOT MR FISCHOEDERS GAY ASS HIP SHAKE?????????

mfw im the only sober person at a crazy drug party full of rich people on an island during a deadly storm and its only Tuesday. 😐

UH OH IS THE CORRECT RESPONSE. BOB REALIZES HES SO FUCKED

aww its kinda cute he's making sure that fischoeder is taken care of too and packing up all their things. dad instincts

at a certain point u kinda have to call him calvin dude. like you're WELL past "mr fischoeder" territory in this situation <- is also calling him mr fischoeder in this review

"shh he's hunting us" is probably NOT what bob wanted to hear

there's something about this that is sooo.....

in defense of bob he has almost died or been killed with fischoeder SEVERAL times before this episode including in the movie. its like a male bonding thing for them at this point

"and i invented a new way to tie a tie" I KNEW I WASNT CRAZY FOR THINKING THAT LOUISES TIE WAS TIED WRONG IN THAT SCREENSHOT i love that i picked up on that and felt the need to point it out. having never worn a tie before in my life (not to my knowledge at least)

this is literally what it feels like when ur autistic and trying to understand neurotypical social conventions. tina is trying SO HARD she's such a sweet girl :( its okay baby girl i understand i get it

THE BITEY GUY HAS A NAME BOB

am i allowed to say that bob with wet hair is kinda 👀👀🔥

why'd he kiss him like that ??

he's suuuch a sweetie in his oversized jacket <3

"No, no. Plants don't like sweet drinks!" "Just hard liquor?"

"dad is missing a WILD night" *hard cut to bob tied up and being used as a human sacrifice for cannibalism*

WHAT WAS RHAT. WHY DID CALVIN LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT. YES IM USING HIS LEGAL FIRST NAME BCUZ WTF WAS THAT GAY ASS GUILTY LOOK?? HES NEVER BEEN GUILTY BEFORE he care so much about bob im gonna throw up. what the hell

HE LIIIKES HIM 😭 HE FELT GUILTY BCUZ HE LOVES AND CARES ABOUT BOB THIS IS SO FUCKED UP 😭😭💕

he probably also feels guilty that this is like the sixth time he's gotten bob into a near death situation. like at a certain point it starts to feel personal yknow

*howling* "god. i hate when he does that"

straight up on the verge of a meltdown. i dont even blame him tbh

bob isnt WRONG but also we are talking about a crazy drugged up cannibal who thinks he's a wild animal so maybe we could leave saving him until tomorrow morning? like idk i feel like he wouldnt exactly fit on their dingy. and even if he did what if he bites

"and you do have to come for ice cream!! it wont be any fun without you" okay thats kinda cute. this episode definitely kept up to pace with the insane homoerotic relationship between bob and fischoeder and im happy about that. almost gave us the tiniest hint into what fischoeder really feels/thinks about bob which. yeah

VERY UNHINGED EPISODE BUT REALLY FUN AND CUTE?? everything between bob and fischoeder was so. soo. yknow. and the subplot was funny and cute too :) very sweet little episode i always love when they go off on adventures like w/ teddy in sea me now. and of course their (many many) near death experiences together thats truly what its all about baby!!! really enjoyed this episode it was exactly the right amount of unhinged and funny

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review

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terranceholdsapencil · 6 months ago

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So Ive watched Boom and initial thoughts

S14e03 "Boom" doctor who spoilers

-immediately knew these guys were dead.

-susan twist what are you doing in my ambulance

-killing someone because they'd take four weeks to recover is insane but also works great as the endpoint of capitalism

-casual reminder that I adore 15s theme. Its very different from other Doctor's themes but its lovely.

-skye boat song?!?! Two played that on his recorder back in the web of fear

-"One wrong move, and BOOM. I go all food mixer"

Great line, 10/10

-"everywhere is a beach eventually"

I hate that this made me think of Rose

-"Why, does a landmine have lights on it?" "*groans* capitalism" "Excuse me?" "Flashy lights play well in a showroom. Modern warfare. Death by salesmen"

This is just. Oxygen but instead of a space station its warfare. Jamie Mathieson basically wrote this already. But thats okay I will still eat it up

-lesbian gymkhana. Noice.

-"IiIm not even screaming yet"

THAT'S THE RIGHT ATTITUDE 🫵

-smelted :)

-"i was trying not to show off" well thats new cause you always show off

-"you are brave." "mm." "And you are wonderful. And I forgive you for being incredibly stupid"

Do you know what that reminded me off? The dead boy detectives staircase confession. Come on, you hear it too:

"Also, I cannot BeLIEve you would risk your entire existence coming down to this operatic horror show for me. That is so FUCKING stupid its unbelievable" "Sorry. No version of this where I didnt come get you, is there"

-"I went down to the beach, and there she stood, dark and tall, at the edge of the wood. The Sky´s too big; Im scared!, I cried, she replied: Young man, dont you know theres more to life than the moon and the president´s wife?"

Was she erm , was she nice, the presidents wife?

Ah, well, that was a lie put about by the shabogans. It was the presidents daughter. I didnt steal the moon, I lost i..

Id know you anywhere.

12 AND CLARA MENTIONED?!?!?

-"Life is cheap. Patients are expensive"

Just as I said. War oxygen. Theyre fighting the algorithm. And capitalism.

-"war is business, and business is booming"

-"and my name is the doctor ""the doctor isnt a name" "yeah. haha! And I not even a doctor."

Was the degree in cheesemaking a lie? What about the lego? Doctor, have you lied to me?

Medicine, science, engineering, candy floss, philosophy, music, problems, people, hope, and practically everything :(

-"Great name, Mundy Flynn. You should marry RUby, then you´ll be mundy sunday. Go on, get married, Id laugh every day."

NOW THATS MY TYPE OF HUMOUR 🫵‼️

-"Ive met sentient Mud. lovely girls. I mean grumpy, yeah, but you try lying around with your face full of mammals all day."

I thought of the morax from the witchfinders first but yeah lovely girls

-"im a much bigger bang than you bargained for.

im a lot more explosive than I look and honey, I know how I look."

Originallt I was just a fan of the first line but something about the doctor being in a very bad situation but going "Im hot af :)" is... lmao

-SNOW??? SNOW STOPPING MID AIR???

-"do you get-get-get it?"

-the way he said "girl" in "now you need proof, faith giArl?"

-DAD TO DAD???

I reallt liked the theory of Susan coming back but this might also hint at a general doctor-family thing. Maybe his child

-when everything worked out the soundtrack was the same as during the tardis reveal in the star beast. I had to stop the episode cause that score made me FEEL things. I could not the heck focus on 15 with this soundtrack on cause. Uhm.

....

Im so sorry but this tardis reveal is so so so SO special to me so playing the same music is actually vile. Because. No I wont be able to focus on the actual episode. I couldnt focus on the actual episode because 15 sang a song 2 played on his bloody recorder. You cant use a TARDIS REVEAL SCORE.

-"What happened" "well, its uh, its kind of hard to sum up. I think if I had a diary it would be a little bit too exiting for words. I think I could write it with drums. Can you write a diary with drums? I bet I could."

IS THIS A THOSCHEI REFERENCE?! 🗣🗣🗣

-the sky is like actually super pretty on kastarion 3

-"quite frankly, your life span sucks" HAHA

-"fish fingers and custard is mt favourite" FISH FINGERS AND CUSTARD?!

-"A sad, old man once told me. WHat survives of us is love."

-irs actually insane how happy the tardis "vworp vworp vworp" makes me. Everytime the tardis disappears I giggle like little kid.

-im sorry but the next ep is SO intriguing Im very excited for next week, more excited than thid one actually

#dw spoilers #doctor who

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lovelookspretty · 1 month ago

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waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: swearing, more just reader & pogues spending time together, fictional mom n dad being so sweet, reader getting more comfortable in this world wooo, safe !!

authors note: hi guys, working on a one-shot for rafe thats basically a “we broke up a bit ago and now ur with sofia but i want u to drunk text me so badly and confess ur still in love with me” plot LMAO if anyones interested. if u still arent part of the tag list, let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <33

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you swipe to answer the call and press the phone to your ear. “hello?” your voice is a little quiet, uncertain as you turn your back to the group and walk further down the shoreline.

“y/n, hey.”

he doesn’t sound frantic, but there’s something heavy in his tone, like he’s working through something in his head. you feel your stomach twist, because this isn't the kind of call you expected to get when he’s supposed to be out on the boat with his dad.

you press the phone closer to your ear, eyes narrowing as you squint out toward the horizon. “what’s up?” you try to keep your voice casual, but the truth is, you’re nervous. the way rafe talks, slow and deliberate, always makes it hard to tell what’s coming next.

there’s a moment of silence on the other end, then rafe’s voice cuts through it. “where are you?”

your whole body freezes. how the hell does he know to ask that already? your mind scrambles for an explanation. you pull the phone away from your ear for a second, looking at it like maybe you misheard, but you didn’t. panic rushes in. “hm?” you manage, the single syllable too light, too shaky.

“can hear the waves,” he says, his voice steady but sharp. there’s no accusation, not yet, but the suspicion is clear. “that doesn’t sound like you’re still home.”

you glance out at the ocean, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. you can almost feel rafe on the other end of the line, piecing it together, his tone careful, calculating.

“oh, yeah,” you say, your mind racing for an excuse. “i’m just . . . by the beach. needed some air. just walking around.”

rafe doesn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence feels like it stretches forever. you can picture him frowning, maybe clenching his jaw, that serious, unreadable look on his face. he doesn’t believe you. you don’t know why but you can just feel it.

“you’re . . . by yourself?” his voice is low, the words dragging out in that way that always makes you second-guess yourself, like he’s giving you just enough rope to practically hang yourself with.

you can’t hesitate now. you force the words out, faster than they should be. “yeah, just wanted to spend my afternoon on the beach,” you say, the lie sticking in your throat, your eyes darting toward the water, where jj and kie are laughing as they paddle out. “we should go out here sometime together, you know. the waves are nice today.”

there’s another long pause, and it’s killing you. you can’t tell if he’s buying it.

finally, he exhales softly. “alright,” he says, his voice calm but still holding that edge, like he’s weighing whether to push further or let it go. “just be careful, angel.”

you blink, a rush of relief washing over you, though your nerves are still frayed. “yeah, of course,” you reply quickly, your heart still pounding, trying to sound normal. “always.”

he pauses for a beat, the tension easing just a little before he continues, his voice shifting to something more casual. “we hooked somethin’ big out here.”

your brow furrows, trying to catch up with the conversation shift. “oh, really?”

“yeah, been fightin’ it for hours,” he says, a little more energy in his voice now. “think it’s a marlin, maybe. lines screamin’, engine’s actin’ up, so we’re gonna be out a while longer.”

“sounds intense, babe.”

“yeah, it is,” he says, and there’s a brief pause. “just wanted to let you know in case you’re waitin’ up later.”

you nod even though he can’t see it. “thanks for letting me know. i’ll probably still be up,” you say.

another pause, and then his voice softens just a little, something almost warm in it. “n’ say hi to your parents for me when you call ‘em tonight, alright?”

you blink, momentarily caught off guard. he’s right, you still have the call with mom. “oh, yeah. i will,” you say, nodding to yourself. “i’ll tell them you said hi.”

“good,” he replies, the calm back in his tone. “i’ll see you when i see you.”

“see you when i see you,” you murmur back, your grip tightening on the phone. “be safe out there.”

“always,” he says, before the call clicks and the line goes dead.

you stand there for a moment, staring at your phone as the sound of the ocean fills the space around you. as you turn back toward the water, you watch the others laughing as they catch the next wave or hang back to watch. for now, you push your thoughts away as you shove your phone into your pocket and jog toward the shoreline.

because you get a free day today.

the sun hovers just above the horizon as you paddle out once again, the water cool and soothing against your skin. you glance back to see sarah waving, her blonde hair whipping in the breeze, and jj and kie laughing, both of them already eyeing the next set of waves.

there’s a lightness in the air, a kind of freedom you hadn’t felt when the day first started. you’re still not used to this world, to their version of you, but you can’t deny how good it feels to move through the water like this, to behave like you normally do and not worry, like you actually belong here.

“come on, y/n!” jj calls from a little further out, spinning his board to face you. “you’re killin’ it out here.”

you laugh, shaking your head, though the compliment settles nicely. “don’t get too cocky, jj,” you call back to him. “‘m just not falling as much anymore.”

“i’d say that’s a win.” sarah’s voice rings out behind you as she paddles up next to you, her board cutting through the waves with ease. “told you you’re a natural.”

you glance over at her, the corner of your mouth tugging up in a smile. “i guess it’s starting to come back to me.” your words are light, but there’s a deeper relief in them—relief that you’re not being found out for the lie that hangs between the two of you.

but natural, yeah, you’re getting the hang of it. in this world, you’re apparently fucking great at this.

you make your way over to sarah to keep her company, then settle on your board, resting your arms on the edges as you float, watching john b and pope further ahead, talking between themselves and waiting for the next set too. jj is already up on his board, riding the last bit of a wave before he hops off, grinning when he makes it to the shore.

“looks like jj’s not gonna wait for us,” sarah says, her eyes following the boy as he jogs back up the beach. “he always does that. catches the last wave just to show off.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i don’t think i’ll ever be that good.”

kie, who’s been hanging back, paddles up beside you with a teasing grin. “you’re already doing better than me my first time. and let’s be real, none of us are jj-good.”

john b, hearing her, turns back with a playful smirk. “speak for yourself, kie. some of us are just naturals, y’know?”

kie rolls her eyes, splashing him with her hand. “oh, please. you wipe out more than anyone.”

“just part of the fun.” john b shrugs, unaffected.

you watch as pope paddles out toward a new set, lining himself up for the next wave. john b follows, and you take a deep breath, looking over at sarah and kie.

“you going in for this one?” sarah asks, nodding toward the incoming swell with a smile.

you hesitate, watching the water rise and fall in front of you, your fingers tracing the surface of your board. you’ve already surprised yourself today—surprised them too. you might as well just keep practicing, for the skill and the fun of it.

“yeah,” you say, determination settling in. “i’m going for it.”

the three of you paddle out to meet the wave, and there’s a brief moment of stillness as you line yourself up, the water pulling and shifting beneath your board. you feel your heart race, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

as the wave approaches, you push up, your body moving instinctively now, like it’s finally clicking into place. your legs steady, your feet finding their position as you rise, catching the wave.

you carve into the wave, your body moving with it, bending, shifting, gliding. you can hear the distant whoops of the girls on the shore, but it’s all background noise, lost in the focus of the moment.

when you finally ride the wave to its end, letting yourself fall gently back into the water, you can hear sarah cheering behind you. “that was so good!”

you laugh breathlessly, wiping the water from your eyes as you paddle back toward her. you’ve found your rhythm today—maybe not just in the water, but with all of them too. it’s strange how quickly this place, this life has started to feel like yours.

as you step out of the water, the last remnants of salt cling to your skin. the group are now gathering their boards and towels, something about grabbing food was spoken about earlier. you didn’t really pay attention.

as everyone starts walking toward the van, you can’t help but feel excited about the upcoming meal. god knows you need it. just thinking about it makes your stomach growl in anticipation. you pile into the van, everyone settling in, still laughing.

“thank you!” you say, your voice bright as you pivot away from the counter. the bell above the door jingles softly as you push through and step outside into the parking lot.

the others are scattered around the twinkie. jj and kie are leaning against the side of the van, both with food in hand, while john b and pope sit on the pavement, engaged in a debate about the best fishing spot here.

the moment sarah spots you, her face lights up like the sun breaking through the clouds. she practically springs from her seat in the van, her excitement infectious as she pushes herself out, her arms reaching up high, holding a spoon as if it were a trophy.

“y/n! try this, try this!” she exclaims, practically bouncing on her heels. her joy is palpable, and you can’t help but grin at her enthusiasm.

“yeah? what did you get?” you ask, genuinely curious as you approach her.

“cookies and cream. you’ve had it but craig’s cookies and cream is actually insane. but you have to taste it!” she insists, her eyes sparkling with delight. without waiting for a reply, she offers you her spoon, the scoop of ice cream glistening in the sunlight.

you laugh, shaking your head playfully. “okay, okay. calm down.” you take the spoon from her, the coolness of the ice cream contrasting with the warmth of the day. as you take a bite, savoring the creamy texture and the sweet crunch of the cookies mixed in, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“right?” she beams, her grin widening as you nod in appreciation. “i told you it was good!”

“holy shit,” you say, licking your lips. you hand the spoon back to her, both of you caught up in the moment, sharing your favorite flavors as if you were old friends.

suddenly your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pause mid-lick and hum a soft ‘mm’, glancing down at it with curiosity. slipping your phone out, you check the screen to find a message from your mom.

‘ can’t wait to see you! counting down every minute. 😊 ’

quickly, you click off your phone and look up at sarah, who is chatting with jj and kie. you clear your throat to get her attention. “hey, i have to go soon,” you say, reaching for her arm.

kie, overhearing your announcement, leans forward, her interest piqued. “what? where do you have to go?” she asks, a hint of disappointment in her tone. she assumed everyone would be hanging out for the rest of the night.

you give her a small smile, feeling a little guilty for having to leave. “sorry, i have to call my mom soon,” you tell her. “wanna be home when i do.”

john b scratches the back of his head from the curb thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly. “we could drive you home if you need,” he offers, glancing between you and sarah.

“thanks, i’d appreciate that,” you reply, your voice softening. you crawl further into the van, finding a cozy spot sprawled across the back seat, your cup of ice cream balanced on your stomach.

sarah had convinced you that it was fine for her and the others to stay longer by hanging out at the house, especially since you told her that ward and rafe would be out for a while, probably way later than seven o’clock.

as you reach the top of the stairs, you can still hear the distant sounds of laughter filtering up from downstairs, where sarah and the others are undoubtedly keeping the energy alive. but for now, you crave a moment of quiet. slipping into rafe’s room, you feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you glance around.

you’ve changed into a fresh set of clothes. the shower had felt rejuvenating, washing away the salt and sand, leaving you feeling clean and new. now, you sit on the edge of rafe’s bed, your phone resting beside you, waiting for your mother’s call.

as the minutes pass, you find yourself lost in thought, replaying moments from the day—the laughter shared, the waves ridden, the feeling of freedom as you finally let go of your nerves and embraced the thrill of this life. a smile creeps onto your face as you think about it.

your phone vibrates, breaking the silence. your heart races for a moment. it’s been only two days, but being in this alternate reality has made you miss home in a way you didn’t expect.

you grab your phone immediately, swiping to accept the facetime call without hesitation, and there she is—your mom. the same kind eyes, the same warmth in her smile that you've known your whole life.

but there’s something just a little different about her. it's subtle—maybe it’s the way her hair is styled, a little more polished, or the delicate necklace around her neck that you don’t remember her ever wearing. and then there’s the backdrop of wherever she’s calling from. bright, beautiful sunshine floods the screen, palm trees swaying gently behind her. costa rica, rafe had told you. your parents are living their dream life, traveling, enjoying the perks of being rich kooks.

you can’t imagine them as kooks, not really. you think about how different the rich kids here act—snobby, entitled, everything you’ve tried to avoid becoming. your parents have never been like that. you hope being kooks in this reality hasn’t changed them, but you push it away. you just want to talk to your mom, even if this isn’t exactly your mom.

“theres my girl,” her voice rings out, just as warm and familiar as ever, and for a second, you feel your heart relax a little.

“hi, mom,” you say, leaning back on the bed as you settle into the call. the sight of her, even with the little differences, makes you feel like you’re finally tethered to something real.

“oh, it’s so good to see your face! we’ve been counting down the minutes until we could call. your dad is off getting us some drinks right now, but he’ll be back in a second. we’re on this gorgeous beach—oh, you’d love it here.” her smile widens as she turns the camera slightly to show the view of the ocean behind her, the waves crashing gently against the shore.

you nod, trying to smile back. “looks amazing,” you murmur, your voice soft. you don't want to talk about the beach or costa rica or the life your parents are apparently living in this reality. you want to talk about something normal, something that reminds you of the life you know.

“so how are you? it’s been so long since i’ve heard from you. i didn’t think you even wanted to call.”

it’s supposed to be a lighthearted comment, a joke. you can hear the playfulness in her tone, but it hits you harder than you expected.

you blink, staring at her face on the screen. “oh,” you breathe out, your heart sinking. you’re not sure why you said it out loud, but there it is, hanging in the air between you. “what do you mean?” the words slip out before you can stop them, quiet, almost to yourself. but mom hears it, her smile faltering just slightly.

“well,” she pauses, glancing away for a second, like she’s deciding whether or not to continue. “i mean, you haven’t been answering your phone lately, honey. your dad and i, we’ve been a little worried. we even thought about coming back down to north carolina to check on you ourselves! it’s not easy when the only way we can reach you is through rafe or ward. it’s . . . well, it’s not ideal."

oh. your stomach twists, and you feel your grip tighten around the phone as the reality of this world crashes into you all over again. y/n has screwed this up—badly. because now, even her parents? you understand ward or jj, to an extent, but seriously?

you would never ignore your parents like that. you wouldn’t disappear on them, leave them worried. but here, in this world, that’s exactly what this version of you has done.

you swallow hard, trying to keep your face neutral, but inside, you’re spiraling. “i— i didn’t realize,” you stammer, shifting your position on rafe’s bed, feeling the weight of this new information press down on you. “i’ve just been . . . busy.”

her expression softens, her eyes full of that familiar kindness, but there’s a sadness there, too, something that tells you this has been going on for a while. “i know things have been tough, sweetie, but we miss you. we’ve been living out here in costa rica, trying to give you space, but it’s hard when we don’t hear from you.”

you nod, but it’s more for show than anything. your mind is racing, trying to figure out how to navigate this. how many calls has y/n ignored? how long have her parents been left in the dark? your heart aches with the realization that you have to fix this, even though you don’t know how.

“i’m sorry,” you say, the words coming out quietly, but they’re genuine. “i’ll be better about that, i promise.”

your mom’s face brightens a little, like she’s holding onto hope that things can go back to normal. “that’s all we want, honey. we just want to know that you’re okay, that you’re happy.”

you force a smile, nodding, though your chest feels heavy, but you push it away. now’s not the time to unpack that. “i’m okay, mom,” you say softly. “i’m okay. that’s why i wanted to . . . call you tonight! even just for a bit.”

“how’s everything been for you?” she asks, her tone bright. “we’ve been so excited to hear about what you’ve been up to.”

you raise your eyebrows. keeping busy? sure. “yeah, i’ve been just hanging out, mostly,” you say, your gaze flicking to the window.

your mom laughs softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “well, you deserve it. you work so hard. it’s nice to take a break every once in a while.” there’s a slight pause, and you wonder if she’s going to ask more, dig deeper. but she doesn’t. she’s always known when to let you have your space.

“yeah,” you breathe out, nodding again. “just trying to relax.”

your mom tilts her head slightly, studying you through the screen. “you okay, honey? you seem . . . a little quiet.”

you blink, caught off guard by the question. you hadn’t realized how tense you’ve been, how different you must seem. you force a smile, trying to shake off the unease that’s been settling in your bones since you got here. “i’m fine, just tired. it’s been a long couple of days.”

“well, make sure you’re taking care of yourself,” she says, her voice softening with concern. “i know how you can get when you’re feeling overwhelmed. don’t forget to take time for you, okay?”

your heart clenches at that—at how she still knows you, even if this isn’t exactly your mom. maybe some things don’t change. maybe that bond, that connection, is still there, even here.

you swallow hard, nodding as you shift on the bed. “i will, mom. promise.”

“good.” she smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners the way they always do when she’s relieved. “oh! here’s your dad,” she says suddenly, turning the camera as your dad appears in the background, holding two drinks and grinning when he sees you on the screen.

“hey, y/n!” he says, his voice booming a little louder than you expected. “we miss you! wish you were here with us.”

“miss you too, dad,” you say. and it’s true—you do miss them. you miss your real parents, the ones from your world, the ones who haven’t changed because of money or status. but for now, you’ll take what you can get.

the conversation shifts after that, moving into lighter territory as your parents chat about their day, the places they’ve visited, the food they’ve tried. you nod along, offering small responses, but your mind is elsewhere, still grappling with the oddness of it all. they seem happy, content with this life. and maybe that’s enough for now.

as the call starts to wind down, your mom smiles at you again, her eyes soft. “take care of yourself, okay? and we’ll talk again soon. love you, y/n.”

“love you too, mom,” you say, your heart squeezing in your chest as you end the call.

you let out a long breath, setting your phone down beside you. the house is quiet around you now, the distant sounds of sarah and the others still lingering downstairs.

you roll off the bed slowly, your limbs feeling heavier now that you’ve spoken to them. there’s a small ache in your chest, but you ignore it, pushing yourself up and leaving your phone on the bed. you slip out of rafe’s room and head down the stairs, slipping into the living room where the others are hanging out.

they’re all doing their best to play it safe—well, most of them. john b, kie, and pope are sitting around, their postures a little stiff, clearly wary of being in ward cameron’s house of all places. it’s not exactly the kind of place pogues feel comfortable. you can see it in the way they glance around, as if expecting someone to barge in at any second.

you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as you move toward the group. you drop into the spot beside pope, leaning into him as your eyes look around for sarah. pope glances at you but doesn’t say anything. he just shifts slightly so you’re more comfortable as you rest against him.

you hum softly to yourself, settling in, and let the room’s strange energy wash over you.

kie glances over at you, her brow slightly raised in curiosity. “so, how’d the call go?” she asks, her voice low but interested. before you can answer, sarah walks in with a few snacks, balancing it carefully in her arms while jj gets up to excuse himself.

you stretch your arm out lazily, giving her a thumbs-up. “it was good,” you say, your voice casual. nothing too out of the ordinary, just . . . different.

sarah hands out more snacks, her movements a little distracted. she plops down beside john b, who immediately leans into her, resting the side of his head against hers. it’s a simple gesture, but you can tell it’s his way of grounding her.

sarah glances at you, her voice more hushed now. “when do you think rafe and my dad are gonna come home?”

you shrug, your fingers drumming lightly on your knee. “no idea,” you admit. sarah was the one who invited everyone over, yeah, but the uncertainty of when ward or rafe might walk through the door is clearly starting to wear on her.

john b presses a kiss to the side of sarah’s head, his tone soft but confident. “we’ll be gone before they know it,” he reassures her, then reaches for one of the snacks, holding it up to her lips with a grin. “come on, eat one.”

sarah laughs, pushing him away, her mood lightening almost instantly. “stop,” she protests, though there’s no real fight in her words. john b just chuckles, trying again, and soon she’s taking the bite, her laughter filling the room.

meanwhile, jj is wandering around, probably in the kitchen. he probably didn’t like the snacks sarah brought, so he’s pulling open cabinets and drawers, talking to himself.

“what the hell do these people even eat?” he mumbles, grabbing a box of fancy crackers he’s never seen before and popping one in his mouth. “rich people snacks,” he scoffs, crunching down.

it’s not enough to keep him occupied, though. before long, he’s back in the living room, hovering around the others like a kid who’s been told to behave but doesn’t quite know how. he picks up a vase, turning it over in his hands, eyes narrowing in concentration. for a second, you wonder if he’s going to drop it just to see what would happen, but instead, he sets it down, glancing over his shoulder like he’s proud of himself for resisting the urge.

then, he spots ward’s liquor cabinet, and you can see the gears turning in his head before he even makes a move. “bet rafe won’t miss a bottle,” he says, his voice low, more to himself than anyone else. kie immediately shoots him a glare from where she’s sitting next to you.

“jj, don’t even think about it,” she warns, but he just grins, brushing her off with a wave of his hand.

“come on, kie. what’s the harm? it’s not like they’ll notice.” he’s already opening the cabinet, scanning the selection. his fingers hover over a bottle of bourbon, and for a second, you think he’s going to grab it, but then he pulls his hand back, closing the door with a sigh.

he looks back at the group, shrugging as if it was no big deal, but the restless energy hasn’t left him. you can tell, even as he sits down, bouncing his leg impatiently, that he’s itching for trouble. it’s just a matter of time before he finds it.

pope glances down at you as you lean against him, his body slightly tense, like he’s still on high alert being in the cameron estate. you can feel it in the way he’s been shifting a little. you close your eyes for a second, letting out a slow breath, when you hear him mumble something under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

“you handled last night well, by the way.” his voice is soft, almost absentminded as he says it, like he’s been chewing on the thought for a while but just now decided to let it out. “helping to break up rafe and jj at the party. i don’t know what got into him.”

you crack an eye open, glancing up at him. his eyes are gentle, almost apologetic, like he’s taking the blame for jj’s actions. “and, you know, surfing today? not bad. not bad at all,” he says.

you can’t help the tired smile that creeps across your face, a soft laugh escaping you. “oh yeah? you impressed?”

pope raises an eyebrow, his smile a little more pronounced now. “don’t get cocky. but yeah, kinda.” he pauses, then adds, “you really held your own. not just today, but . . . everything lately.”

you mutter a quiet, “thanks, pope,” barely lifting your head as exhaustion settles over you. it’s all catching up. you let your eyes flutter closed, zoning out to the muffled sounds of everyone else in the room, sarah’s soft laughter mixing with john b’s low murmurs.

just as you’re about to fully sink into the comfort of the moment, you hear it—the sound of a car pulling up outside. your eyes snap open immediately. everyone hears it.

you sit up straight, heart racing. shit. your mind immediately goes to ward and rafe, and if they walk in to find the pogues lounging in their living room, you and sarah are going to be in serious trouble.

sarah’s head whips toward the window, panic flashing in her eyes, and you know she’s thinking the same thing.

you can practically feel the room hold its collective breath, waiting, listening, every second stretching painfully long. you all just freeze, the faint murmur of voices creeping through the open window. the words aren’t clear, but you catch enough.

“—that fucking boat—”

it’s unmistakably rafe. your stomach drops. if he’s out there, ward is probably with him, and that means trouble.

panic shoots through the room like electricity. john b is the first to react, his voice low but urgent. “go, go, go,” he hisses, not so much at sarah, who’s scrambling off him, but to the rest of the group. everyone moves at once, instincts kicking in as the stakes set in.

you look to sarah, eyes wide, heart pounding. you’re relying on her to figure this out. sarah meets your gaze for a split second before her brain clicks into gear. “out the back,” she breathes, barely audible over the rush of adrenaline. she glances at john b. “are you guys gonna be okay?”

john b nods, already on his feet. “we parked the twinkie a few blocks down. we’ll be fine.” he squeezes her hand before quickly pressing a kiss to her lips, then heads toward the back. kie, pope, and jj are right behind him, moving like ghosts through the house. sarah watches them go, her shoulders tense with worry, before snapping back to the situation at hand.

you and sarah rush to the front of the house, the sound of rafe and ward getting closer by the second. sarah glances at you, wide-eyed, both of you on the verge of panic. you don’t have much time. the staircase looms ahead, and sarah suddenly lets go of your hand, hesitating. “what do we do?” she sputters, her voice tight with panic.

you can’t help but let out a strained laugh at how ridiculous this is, even if it’s anything but funny. “act natural,” you mutter, though your pulse is hammering in your ears. you give sarah a light shove, urging her up the stairs to her room. “just go! go!”

sarah stumbles up a few steps, glancing back at you with wide eyes, while you stay at the bottom, trying to think of what to do with yourself. you fix your hair quickly, but you and sarah freeze in place, hearts hammering as the sound of keys jangles outside the door.

for a split second, neither of you moves, caught in a silent standoff with the arrival of ward and rafe. sarah stands halfway up the stairs, her foot poised on the next step, while you’re lingering by the foyer entrance, waiting for the door to open.

as soon as the door swings open, sarah springs into action. she forces out a laugh, a little too loud, a little too bright.

you understand exactly how she wants to play it, and you push past the doorway to act like you’re following her up. “right? that’s what i’m saying,” you blurt out, as if you two had been mid-conversation about something funny. you weren’t even thinking, your own voice slipped out in a rush.

the two of you turn toward the front door like you’ve just noticed them there, and sarah’s face lights up before she’s rushing down the stairs. “dad!” she exclaims, her voice ringing with enthusiasm as if she hadn’t just been hiding from him moments before. she hurries over to greet him, her arms outstretched in a warm embrace, though your gaze flickers nervously toward rafe.

ward looks worn out. “you wouldn’t believe the trip we had, sare,” he mutters, shaking his head as he wrestles with his fishing gear and bags. you can see the strain in his posture, but sarah is already in full distraction mode, helping him with his things and trying to draw him into conversation.

you hang back for a moment, trying to gauge rafe’s mood. he stands a little too still, he’s upset, that much is clear. the way he watches his father, the slight clenching of his fists at his sides, tells you he’s not in the best headspace.

as ward and sarah chat, you take a deep breath and approach rafe slowly, trying to keep your expression soft and open. your heart races as you reach out to place a gentle hand on his arm, the warmth of his skin grounding you momentarily. “you okay?” you ask softly.

he glances down at your hand, and for a moment, the tension eases in his posture. “just tired,” he mumbles, and you nod.

slowly, rafe reaches over, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he guides you toward the staircase. his touch sends some comfort through you, and you feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. “i need a shower,” he says, his voice a low rumble as you both begin the ascent. “i feel gross after today. like the engine on my dad’s boat acting up, spending half the day trying to fix it . . . it’s like a nightmare.”

you can’t help but smile at his candidness. “i can’t imagine,” you reply, squeezing his hand on your shoulder. “at least you got a story out of it. now you can rinse off.”

rafa chuckles, and as you reach the top of the stairs, he glances down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “wanna help me?” he jokes, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

“shut up.” you snort, immediately pushing him away with a laugh. “in your dreams,” you say, and it draws a genuine smile from rafe as he reaches for you again.

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If You Don’t I Will

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JJ Maybank x Reader : showing jj subtle ways of how you care for him and John B is tired of him not seeing it

A/N: I wrote another JJ thing bc im a simp and I love him and this was also another idea thats been floating around. Fluff is you squint but you dont need to squint hard, next will def be angst bc I live for it Xx

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“Hey” you let out as you carry 2 bags of groceries into the cheateu seeing the boys lounging on the couch gathered around John B’s phone you hear a chorus of “hey’s” as you move towards the kitchen. John B looks up and hands his phone to JJ making his way out the front door sending you a wink. Rolling your eyes you follow John B outside to your car.

“You didn’t have to,” John B says smiling at you grabbing a grocery bag from your trunk shooting you a look

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” you smile innocently to him and make your way over to grab the last grocery bag. You reach past John B until you feel his arm wrap over your shoulder, putting his grocery bag down he wraps his other arm around your shoulder engulfing you in a full hug laying his cheek at the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his torso and give him a squeeze

“Thank you really” he lets out into your hair. You just give him a hug, you haven’t known them for long but John B automatically became like your brother and JJ was definitely your confidant. When you heard about Big John and Uncle T leaving John B by himself, your heart broke. John B had to support himself and apparently JJ was a constant resident in the chateau and it got harder to support themselves even if they both pitched in. When you found out always being smart with your money you set some aside to help supply the chateau so the boys wouldn’t starve.

JJ broke down one night during a late night smoke sesh you two had to get away from everything. He ended up telling you about his dad and mom in its entirety. After that you guys were kind of inseparable.You told him about why you had to move to OBX and he told you where his bruises and split knuckles came from. You never would’ve guessed one of the most caring people you knew would have to go through that. After that you subtly did more little things that hopefully made it easier on him.

When you joined the Pogues you fell for his blue eyes and wild personality instantly his careless but protective nature made you fall hard but there was the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking. Still fairly new to obx barely being here for a year you didn’t know how real the rule was. Being extra nice to JJ consisted of bringing extra of his favorite beer or asking him to buy you joints even though you didn’t smoke often, you would let him keep them, noticing his favorite snacks and bringing them on boat trips. Kie gladly gave up the title of caretaker and let you take over the snacks and picnics for day trips. After JJ told you his secret he made it clear that he didn’t take pity or handouts, you didn’t pity JJ you loved him and just wanted to make sure he knew it.

So you helped JJ whenever you could making it seem like you were doing it by pure coincidence, knowing that he lived with John B you helped out the house, in general, to make it less obvious. Claiming you all spent so much time there any way it wasn’t fair to not help stock the necessities.

Breaking away from your thoughts “I’m here for you guys always” you squeeze John B once more after you feel him loosening his grip “Let’s go I got ice cream” as John B fist bumps you snort “Oh I also got a better first aid kit” handing John B the second bag you move to the passenger side of the car. Hearing John B go back into the house you grab the first aid kit and hear footsteps as you open the back seat door to grab blankets.

“What are the blankets for,” JJ asks questionably moving over to you to help grab some and you see him eye the first aid kit before you tuck it into a blanket

“For movie night. You can’t have a horror movie night without tons of blankets JJ it’s like against the rules” You quickly come up with the excuse. In all honesty it was starting to get colder and knowing the Chateau has minimal heating capacity you were going to accidentally leave them in the house and let the boys use them. The last time you were here late you asked JJ to borrow a sweater or a blanket and he gave you the one he was wearing and soon realized it was probably the only one you’ve seen him wear ever. Noticing Kie always brought her own blanket you assumed they were more supplied for the warmer days. John B was a big boy he would ask for help when he needed it JJ, on the other hand, was stubborn as hell and would rather freeze then ask for anything to help.

“Okay” JJ says questionably not believing you entirely but not questioning it further “Are you staying tonight?” He asks you can see a glimmer of hope in his ocean eyes as he leans against the car door

“Yeah I think so” you smile and nod at him closing the car up “Are you?”

“No I’m just asking you so you can share my bed with Kie” he deadpans and your cheeks flush

“Sorry” you squint up at him and you see him smile his “sharky smile” “Are Pope and Kie staying too?”

“I think so” he nods at you biting his lip and you know he wants to add something but doesn’t

“Can I share a bed with you?” You ask assuming that’s what he wanted to ask “if I have to share a room with both Pope and Kie I might jump off the end of the dock, plus I got those joints still and extra snacks” you chuckle out trying to bribe him like you even have to. You see relief and a cute smile grace his features and you know that’s what he was trying to ask without even asking

“Yeah you can crash with me, I like you the most anyways” he winks at you and nods towards the house “Have you eaten yet?” He asks you softly as you walk up the driveway “Pope and John B went to help Heyward earlier while I went to work and apparently they ate already” JJ trails off and you frown knowing there hasn’t been food at the chateau in a couple of days and John B has been incognito

“I can make us food,” you say and he perks up “I haven’t eaten yet” you continue which is a lie but he doesn’t need to know that “I bought stuff to make that shrimp thing you were talking about the other day” and you see his face light up as you walk into the house you smile at him and you can see pink dust his cheeks at the fact you remembered that small detail. He puts the blankets down taking the ones in your hands as well and wraps you in a hug carrying you to the kitchen leaving you in a fit of laughter. You see Pope peek his head out over the freezer with raised eyebrows

“What are you doing,” he asks confused as to why you’re wrapped in JJs arms

“Get out Pope y/n is making our food” he throws a look at Pope as he sets you down making Pope return a hurt one

“You guys suck” he huffs out going back into the living room

JJ sits on the counter as you start to pull out ingredients to make his food, John B put the groceries away thankfully and you hum to a random tune

“Thank you” JJ lets out in almost a whisper and you look up at him and see he’s playing with the rings on his fingers a nervous habit he has while looking at his lap not making eye contact

“For what” you feign innocence even though his small thank you made your heart flutter knowing your efforts and little signs of affection didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde boy. Moving to the stove to heat it up JJ finally looks at you and he shrugs his shoulders softly before twiddling his thumbs in his lap

“For taking the time to care about me” he shrugs again like he’s not worth the effort, you go to say something and he cuts you off looking at you with his ocean eyes making you forget how to breathe for a second, sincerity is swimming through them and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach “I know you had dinner with Kie already. She told me you guys were gonna eat at The Wreck during her break if I wanted to pass by before you went to run errands which I’m assuming was getting food for here” your face flushes at being caught lying about dinner “I also saw the first aid kit you bought, and Its a nice one. I almost stole one just like it from the pharmacy a while back and I know John B doesn’t need one that good” he goes back to looking at his thumbs “And I know the blankets aren’t just for the movie night” He shoots you a knowing look causing you to blush and smile at him, taking a moment in the comforting silence you assume the boys are outside messing around

Humming you smile giddily not confirming or denying “Okay I’m gonna make you food now go away” you joke shooing him out of the kitchen

He gasps in shock “You wound me” he clutches his chest with both his hands and falls back against the cabinets “Treating me how I treat Pope now that’s cold” He gets off of the counter still clutching his chest moving closer towards you

“Leave” you squeal at him as he traps you in between his arms and the sink, he leans in and you think he’s going to finally kiss you, heart beating so fast you think he could hear it if he got any closer. His eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes as he licks his lips your breath hitches in your throat, he leans down to place a kiss on your cheek leaving the kitchen and going outside. Watching him retreat you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Jesus Christ” you huff and go back to making his food with a big smile on your face

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“Holy shit” JJ practically moans at the smell coming in from the kitchen “I can’t even think of the last home cooked meal I’ve had what about you John B” You hear JJ ask as him as they walk back into the Chateau,

“Uh I think-” John B starts but is cut off by JJ

“That was rhetorical bro shut up” you hear them walk into the living room and see them come into the kitchen “we know you have a secret kook family chill” JJ lets out referring to the fact that John B disappears some nights and during the day and no one knows why. Causing a laugh to come from you and a scoff from John B

“That smells delicious y/n” John B lets out which earns a mean look from JJ

“You can’t have any” JJ says defensively “she made it for me and her you guys are all traitors eating without us” JJ winks at you “what happened to Pogues together for life” JJ adds pointing a finger at John B as you try to stifle a laugh grabbing plates

John B looks at JJ with the most unamused look you’ve ever seen which causes a burst of laughter from you. Catching John B’s attention he gives you a look as if asking if JJ is serious, you shrug your shoulders as John B scoffs “I welcome you into my home JJ and this is how you repay me” He tsks opening a beer for you and placing it on the counter by your plates, he gives you a side hug and places a kiss on your forehead before retreating outside to help Pope and Kie with a projector she found in her garage. As he walks through the living room you hear “Eat your food dumbass, and if you don’t marry her I will” John B shouts out and you immediately turn to look at John B who has his beer raised in the air “Salud” and he walks out of the Cheateu.

Turning to JJ his face is beat red and you let out a small laugh as JJ groans mumbling something about murdering John B “Here eat tough guy I’m gonna grab blankets for outside” you say as you place a plate in front of JJ. You’re about to walk into John B’s room when you feel JJ grab your hand

“Stay please” he lets out a smile while tugging on your wrist gently patting the spot next to him, you can tell he wants to say something again but you can’t tell what its gonna be because he’s looking down at his plate of food. Your foot starts tapping the floor a nervous tick you have when you can’t tell how something is gonna play out. His head snaps to your knee placing his hand there gently to stop it and he looks up at you “Don’t do that, not around me” he lets out looking at you

“wha-”

“You do that when your nervous or unsure of a situation” he squeezes your knee in a comforting motion giving you a small smile at your confused expression, “You think you’re the only one who notices things around here” he shoots you a look and his eyes go wide trying to cover up his confession with a chuckle

“Do you JJ Maybank have feelings for little old me” you shoot him an amused look with a gasp. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and he looks at you sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck while pink tints his cheeks

“Hey, Lovebirds we got the movie set up come on” you hear John B yell from outside. You move to get up and JJ stops you looking up at you with a look of concentration before he exhales

“I like you y/n a lot actually and it’s scaring me. I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m not used to this or feeling wanted, hell even wanting to be around one person constantly is new for me. You are this incredible person who came out of fucking nowhere and the first thing you did was make sure everyone is taken care of. I didn’t even notice what you would do for me at first because I was so angry at everything. John B pointed it out to me when we found more of my favorite snacks in the cupboard than his” he let out a chuckle and you did too “He told me to stop being stupid and I realized then all the small things you would do for me like when I wouldn’t eat with you guys you brought food, or extra snacks on boat trips when you knew I was going home after, you and Kie would go shopping and you literally got me a hoodie because you told me it reminded you of me. No one has cared about me in the way you have and I’m so sorry for not realizing it sooner” you squeeze his hand gently reassuring him noticing his voice waiver “you’re so strong and stubborn but god if it didn’t make me fall for you harder, and I wasn’t gonna say anything because there is no way in hell that I’m good enough for you, I mean seriously I don’t know what you see-” cutting him off you place a kiss to his lips to shut him up, he places his hand on the side of your neck holding your jaw melting into the kiss. This is what heaven feels like you think. This blonde haired blue eyed prince. JJ breaks apart and rests his forehead against yours smiling like an idiot

“I like you a lot actually too, if you couldn’t tell” you whisper out causing him to let out a laugh placing a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling you into his lap, your back to his chest as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck before you move to face him “Oh” you let out and he looks confused, you shoot him a look and he smirks. Hitting his chest playfully “get your head out of the gutter”

“I know exactly where I would like my head to be” he smirks placing a kiss to your pulse. Rolling your eyes at him you start off “If I hear you talk bad about yourself I will fight you Maybank do you hear me” you look at him knowingly and he raised his eyebrows as if telling you to proceed “That is a fight you will lose every time. I can promise you,” you look at him softly “you deserve the world and all the love that comes with it, you care so much about your friends you’re willing to do anything to protect them literally anything” emphasizing the literally he lets out a chuckle “You are so kind, generous always giving even when you don’t have much yourself that’s what I love about you. There is more good than what you define yourself as and if you have doubts I will be more than glad to fight them with you” you let out rubbing your thumb on his cheek which he nuzzles into until he crashes his lips into yours again.

“I thought you were eating, you haven’t even started are you kidding? YOU GUYS ARE MACKING we’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes” John B lets out from the doorway of the house raising his arms in a what the fuck motion, causing you both to laugh “J I’m proud of you for finally telling her, but Jesus come on guys the foods all cold, we don’t even have snacks because you’re distracting y/n, we’re dying out here” he fake whines

“Sorry John B” you let out a smile knowing you usually prepare the snacks for movie nights but got distracted

“My girlfriend is not your Slave John B get your own snacks” JJ jokes holding onto you tighter

“Says the guy she made dinner for but hasn’t even touched it yet!” John B says dramatically “honestly the disrespect happening in this house, everything is all out of wack,” John B says going to the fridge and grabbing a case of beer and candy making his way back outside before he turns around heading back to you and JJ “Actually,” he says out loud before taking JJ’s plate with food taking a bite and moaning at the taste John B continues “I’m serious y/n if he doesn’t marry you I will” he gets out with a mouth full of food, moving slightly to avoid JJ arms that are trying to swat him for taking his food. John B walks out of the house leaving you two alone again

“I’ll get you another plate, grab the blankets?” you ask chuckling as you move to get JJ another plate of food but he stops you.

Taking his pinky ring off his finger he places it on your fingers trying to find the best fit, finally, it fits on your middle finger, a little loose but not by much, he chuckles “maybe I’ll get you a chain for it” he states chuckling he kisses your knuckles when he’s done “Not an engagement ring but a temporary promise ring until we get you a real one so John B can stop trying to steal you from me.”

“I think its perfect” He smiles bright placing a kiss on your lips and you know that this is exactly where you’re supposed to be

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A/N: so I wrote another jj thing bc who is not a whore for jj especially soft jj. Roughly edited but not really, this has been floating in my head for a while so feedback and commentary is again always welcome my inbox is always open I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did Xx

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kila09 · 3 years ago

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Netflix: The Witcher S2

So, like my last post, this is for the Netflix adaptation and that only, so do not come at me about the books/movie/game, etc. The following post will potentially have spoilers so read at your own risk.

I finally saw s2 and I must say, it had the good, the bad and the ugly.

The good: Geralt and Ciri. I absolutely love their developing father/daughter relationship. It was so sweet and just...seeing Geralt in dad mode and be so protective of her, seeing it reciprocated from Ciri too, it was everything. I hope we get more in s3. I also love the intro of Vesemir and the other Witchers, and how Lambert slowly came to care about Ciri. Sucks that Eskel died tho, poor thing. Now, yall know s1, I didn't like Yennefer. She was the only mage that didn't really do anything with her position but walked around with this arrogance and acted as if the world owed her something. Yes, she had a horrible childhood and teen years but thats no excuse. This season tho, I actually found myself liking her. She lost her powers and then came to realize that she was more than her powers, she wasn't nothing without it. What I found funny was how at the end of s1 she was mad at Geralt and this season ended with Geralt mad at her. I loved how he was willing to go through her and told her he couldn't forgive her for being so willing to sacrifice Ciri just to get her powers back. It was a flip from s1 and I loved it. I still do not and will not ship them. They do not work as a romantic pairing.

The bad: Jaskier felt like an afterthought to the story. I wanted more, especially between him and Geralt. I hated how Geralt acted like Yennefer was the only one to make an impact on him or was the one behind him changing because to me, that credit goes to Jaskier. It does look like tho that maybe s3 will be a bit more Jaskier oriented? That comment from. Djiskilla (sp?) about how its time for the bard repay his benefactor or something...yeah, that just made me think we might hopefully get more Jaskier content next season

The ugly: holy fucking hell!!!!! The Elves. But most importantly, THAT FUCKING ENDING!!!! When I tell you I was so fucking shocked when it was revealed who the leader behind Nilfgaard really was, the one who spearheaded the entire war...im just like...I have questions!!! So...many...questions! When did this turn happen? Did he always knew the truth, was that why he went after Pavetta, like, was it a long con? Like, did he fake that boating accident and had Pavetta killed or was she not supposed to die? Or, did he survive/was rescued from the boating accident and THEN he learned the truth and is that what led to him declaring war on the rest of the continent and sending mercenaries/assassins/what whatnot after his daughter? Like i said, I NEED ANSWERS!!!!

All in all, the twist at the end if the season has me anticipating s3

#netflix the witcher #spoilers #wtf is going on #was duny always a traitor?#i need answers

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fizzingwizard · 3 years ago

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rant im really angry.

and you know what the most annoying part of it is??? that i probably will go visit his house

it’s family, I can’t say no. family > politics, that’s how it’s supposed to be

and yet it’s so fucking messed up all the time, and he only believes family > politics is a thing he supports. really it’s he expects the rest of us to put family first so he can continue to do whatever he wants and never examine anything.

the fact that many family and friends have called it quits with him doesnt prove to him that he’s been putting politics over family - it proves to him that those people picked politics over family.

even though those people ALL made multiple generous attempts to find a middle ground or even to put an embargo on talking about politics at all so that we could all remain friends.

me and my mom field SO MANY random messages, sometimes from people we barely hear from, about things my dad said to them that confused and offended them and they want to know what to do or at least apologize for the fact that they’re not going to interact with him anymore.

I lit advise people “just ignore him, block him, there is no point in engaging with him.”

and it’s so hard to explain. I think when you try to write about someone’s Facebook abuse it seems like it’s not a big deal. but I don’t know how to express how NON STOP it is. and it’s not just online, he does the same thing IRL, the trouble is he’s driven most everyone away so now the only way he can interact with others is online and that’s where the majority of it happens.

but I am not extended family or friend, I’m intimate family, it is much harder for me to not interact with him.

some people say “cut toxic people out of your life” like it’s just that easy but if I told you “I stopped all contact with my dad because of his facebook posts” you’d just call me a special snowflake wouldn’t you.

also it would leave my mom pretty much on her own. they are separated, you would think she wouldn’t be helping him all the time, but she is.

we have lots of memories is why from times when things werent this fucking insane every single day

and my brother. i get to hear all the time from my mom how terrible his life has been and how she is so understanding of all he’s been through. he’s accepted all sorts of help from my parents over the years, even after behaving honest to god worse than my dad for most of his twenties, even getting violent at times. and he expects all kinds of apologies from the people who have hurt him but guess how many apologies he’s had for those of us who he hurt. but we’re “family” i guess we’re just supposed to know without being told because family > bad behavior

honestly I do understand most of why my brother feels the way he does (currently, not so much in the past) and it isn’t his fault that he’s able to just ignore my dad’s existence and my mom and i arent

i get to feeling like he and my dad just take what they want from “family” and leave what they dont want but expect me and my mom to keep everything together.

bro may be ok with it if dad’s not in the picture but i wonder if he’d feel the same if mom had been like “peace out” when he was treating her so fucking terribly

and i do not excuse him for being young. he was in his twenties by then. in his twenties and screaming at his mom so much that she ran crying out of his room down the hall. sorry thats not okay.

but she has forgiven him because family is most important to her and she is happy to see him back on his feet and doing much better now.

and normally i feel the same and i know all my feelings here are not completely fair. my bro for instance is not responsible in any way for all the batshit stuff my dad does. it’s just so easy to conflate how he acted with how my dad acts because they both just move on whenever they feel like it and my mom and i are left cleaning up the mess and expected to pretend it never happened so we dont rock the boat.

its FRUSTRATING but i feel like no one cares that its frustrating. not even mom. because to her it really really really is family > all else.

which makes it more difficult for me to be like “i love my family but i dont want to see you.”

because i will be The Bad Guy. If i do that, it will be counted as sooooooo much worse than anything my dad or bro have ever done. none of my reasons will ever be good enough

fuck i went through crap growing up too. i dont know if it’s as bad as what my brother went through. maybe it wasnt. but even if it wasnt does that mean i have no reason to be angry sometimes too?

and ive been told my bro thinks my life is easy because i got good grades and didnt drop out and have never been diagnosed with any mental illness and yknow fuck maybe it is. i still worked damn hard in school and i still got bullied and sometimes didnt have a single friend and was misunderstood and had my heartbroken. im never going to say my brothers or my dads mental illness dont exist because that would be terrible and undermine all the hard work they have done to live with it. but i cant help that i dont appreciate being told all my hard work just to get by doesnt count because i havent suffered enough.

sorry i didnt win the suffering lottery. i have been there for my family the whole time. even tho it meant i had to watch my dad and bro be seriously awful to my mom while all she ever did was desperately try to support them. ive bitten my tongue and pretended not to care about things i care about in order to not rock the boat, only for my dad to whine about how my generation is so fucking oversensitive

dad you have NEVER bitten your tongue as hard as i do every day.

i stopped going home from college whenever i could manage it because of you two. because going home sucked.

and yet my family seems to think im the one person who still thinks everything is okay and felt like i was surprised when my parents separated because of that, when really i was surprised because id been expecting my mom to do it years ago and since she never did I thought she never would.

lol dont rely on me to be the innocent always happy one, i would stop being that in a heartbeat if i thought i could get away with the way YOU do

i will delete this later

eta: the thing is when your family is dysfunctional you dont know it growing up. and then one day youre grown yourself and you have to make decisions about your future and you start thinking why would i want that. im better off without that. no family is perfectly happy so why should i expect i will be able to escape the dysfunction i grew up with

i make sooo many decisions from a basis of “will i be able to easily escape from here?”

#personal

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mushroommushy · 3 years ago

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Enter Bunnix

Princess Fragrance

Hero’s going, “Oh shit.” The episode

- Bunnix is included in the short news clip, with the subtitles speaking about the new hero’s fame rising

- Tikki was sick, and so was Fluff

- This is linked to how rabbits can also get very easily sick from cold weather and being wet

- Marinette brought this up to Alix with concern

- Tikki told both of the girls about a healer

- Only Alix knows said healer is the guardian of miraculous

- They decided on taking the kwami’s after school, and made up an excuse of Marinette getting her foot stuck in a grate and Alix was helping her get it out to Mrs. Mendeleiev

- This is only the beginning of Alix joining Mari and Adrien in the constantly late to class club

- As well as the, “Stayed up all night fighting akumas and thats why I look dead tired but I can’t say that so I say I was studying” club

- Alix sat down next to Mylene who gave her some of the notes

Alix: God bless your soul I would be screwed

- Rose was gushing over Ali and loudly squealed when he stepped out of the car with plushies of the hero’s he made himself

- Both Mari and Alix are pretending not to hear high pitched squeaks as their kwami’s sneeze when Mylene and Alya question it

- Alix, who has experience around certain chemicals (Ones generally used for cleaning artifacts and other things) knows it’s probably not the best idea to spray perfume in a science class room

- Especially when she noticed the chemicals behind Rose that would explode if they came in contact with the perfume

- Alix did feel a little bad for Rose when she got detention, but she had brought it onto herself

- But she was annoyed at being quizzed on Lab Safety for the fifth time that year

- Alix did take a tissue and put it in her bag for Fluff to use as a blanket

- Alix had to go home after school since she was gonna be there at the party for Prince Ali, her family was invited as guests

- But she did see Tikki get flung and panicked immediately

- She was thankfully able to get Tikki back from Chloe with saying it was a missing item she had found at the Louvre

- But she wasn’t able to give it back to Marinette so she just put Tikki down with Fluff.

- Rose asked Chloe if she could deliver the letter, and she said yes much to her surprise and even offered to let her come to the hotel with her to meet him

- Chloe is trying to be nice but she also had Alix (And Sabrina) breathing on her neck if she fucked it up

- When Rose, Sabrina and Chloe got to the hotel, the guard wouldn’t let Rose in since she wasn’t wealthy enough in his eyes

- Rose ran off crying, and Sabrina went after her

- Chloe was not happy with the guard and threatened to fire him if he did that again

- Alix overheard that as she got there with her brother and father and questioned it until she heard what he did to Rose and agreed with her

- Rose gets Akumatized into Princess Fragrance

- Sabrina was the first to be put under her control

- Marinette did not try to get into the hotel since Tikki was safe with Alix

- Alix had texted her that her dad hadn’t let her go to the healer because of the Prince’s arrival

- Nathaniel had sat the party out since he was sick and at home (Lucky him)

- Adrien was there and he felt so much sympathy for Ali about the busy schedule thing because he deals with the same shit

- Chloe got to meet Prince Ali, and gave him the letter

Chloe: The person who wrote it would’ve given it to you herself, but the guard turned her away. I’m sorry.

Chloe, turns and looks at Princess Fragrance: ..Well shit. Never mind she is here. Did you hear that you can’t be sad in this city without being turned into a villain.

Ali: P-Pardon???

- The guard got hit with the perfume that makes people smell bad

- Cue Alix panicking at Princess Fragrance since Fluff and Tikki are still sick

- Adrien was told about Fluff being sick and then his heart dropped as Alix told him she had Tikki who was also sick

- He was gonna have to fight on his own while Alix booked it to Fu’s

- Alix texted Mari to wait outside the hotel for her to come with Tikki

- Adrien slinked off to transform and distracted Princess Fragrance as Ali, Chloe, Ali’s assistant and Alix slid down the pole to outside

- Alix made the excuse of going back to her house to hide and she went to Master Fu’s

- Ali, Chloe, Chat and the assistant were hit by Princess Fragrance

- Hawkmoth was beginning to think he won but was still cautious, as Ladybug and Bunnix had not appeared yet

- Chloe also may or may not have texted Nathaniel before getting hit that he was one lucky bastard for getting sick at the time he did

- Alix was very confused about how Fu actually healed Fluff and Tikki and suspected that he gave them some sort of potion when she wasn’t looking

- But both were ok and she ran back to the hotel and gave Tikki back to Marinette, who was delighted that she was ok

- *Insert Magical Girl transformation sequence*

- Alix just then realized that Juleka was probably pretty bummed out

Bunnix: ..Hey what if we like..tried to set up Juleka and Rose

Ladybug: You are a genius and I love you

Bunnix, jokingly: You flatter me

- Bunnix and Ladybug showed up to stop the ‘wedding’ between Ali and Princess Fragrance

Bunnix: YOU’RE HONOR, I OBJECT.

- Princess Fragrance immediately started firing at her and Bunnix jumped into the seine

- Ladybug had a clothespin over her nose so she couldn’t smell the perfume

- Princess Fragrance escaped with the Prince and started making her perfume cloud take over the city

- Ladybug recalled about Bunnix saying the perfume was explosive and told Bunnix to get to the fireworks boat

- She was very happy about what was basically a sword fight on a boat

- Bunnix was able to get ahold of Chat’s hand and make him hit the power box for the fireworks

- She tossed him into the seine, cackling since he had once done it to her when they were little

Bunnix: REVENGE MOTHER FUCKER

- Bunnix quickly got to Princess Fragrance, wincing at the noise of the fireworks with her ears flat against her head

- They were much louder to her, as her hearing was heightened by a lot with the rabbits power

- This was something Hawkmoth took note of, as he could use her weakness of loud noise against her (She would not do well against an Akuma that causes explosions, and this will be an issue for her in Guitar Villain)

- Ladybug summoned her lucky charm and stuck the balloon onto the perfume head, before breaking it

- Princess Fragrance deakumatized back into Rose

- Ladybug tossed her cure, freeing everyone from her control

- Prince Ali accepted Rose’s apology and allowed her to join him with the charity

#Enter Bunnix

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thornsofdeath · 4 years ago

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phf rants

as i’ve made clear im rlly impacted by this book. dont mind my lowkey venting

damn this is long

mista's coldness towards fugo / the stadium scene as a whole

it really really hurt me to see mista treating fugo, his old partner, his old friend like a dangerous enemy. i know he had his valid reasoning, but that very specific kind of angst shatters me. mista had his gun pointed at fugo for the entire stadium scene, not wavering for even a second. the worst part? it seemed like mista was trying to purposefully incite fugo to snap by right out insulting him and his stand, saying he was glad when fugo didn’t get on the boat. it seemed like he was egging fugo on just so he had an excuse to kill him, to get one more thing off his list of concerns. fugo as a person meant nothing at all to mista. when mista said “kill these traitors, or we’ll kill you” i wanted to cry. mista goes on about hoe fugo is a massive threat because purple haze is unhinged and can wipe out the enitre population if he wanted. fugo politely corrects him, as PH only has 6 capsules and can only attack 6 times in a day. did i see myself in that scene and feel fugo’s pain of just wanting to be left alone and not have to think about the past or the future, silent and melancholic during intervention and just feeling like the only way out is to kms right then and there? thats a secret ill never tell. phf makes me smad.

there were some little details in purple haze feedback that got me thinking as well. in the 6 months between fugo’s leave and his cold reuniting with mista, fugo was playing piano at a bar. Most of the people who bring this up refer to it as just some cool trick he could get because he’s a rich kid. he is not. in flashbacks, it’s shown that bruno only knows how to cope with distress by isolating himself and bottling everything up. god, did i feel that. sheila e’s life goal was to kill illuso (to avenge her sister) and swore her life to giorno after finding out he killed him, it’s ironic though because in reality fugo had killed him, and in the first part of the book, they weren’t exactly friends.

another part that really just made me wanna sob and bash my head into a wall was seeing fugo’s pure self hatred. since he was a child, he had it drilled into his head that if he couldnt produce results, he was worthless. after being disowned and thrown into jail with no future, he was completely hopeless. even after bruno came and took him in, he was never free of his liabilities. no matter what he did, he couldnt help seeing himself as some monster, failure, and burden. (kinnie moment) it worsened when he had to abandon bruno’s gang, his only saving grace was bruno, his light, hope, and acceptance. now he was stripped of that, gripped in fear knowing too well that betraying passione would end horribly. deep in his heart he wanted so badly to join them, to join his found family, but the logic he had drilled into his own head of knowing that betrayal was foolish and futile wouldnt let him have his way. hes back on the streets, just like how he was (or wouldve been after getting out of jail) after being disowned. he got a piano gig at a bar, and let himself wallow in grief and depression for 6 months. throughout the events pf PHF, we still see him clinging to memories and trauma. they say “what you let consume you will define you”, and i couldnt begin to describe it any better. putting all of the guilt and blame on his own shoulders, feeling he deserved it all and more.

either i wasnt paying enough attention (this bitch got some rereading to do) or the purple haze distortion scene was kinda underwhelming. his character arc felt kinda rushed, like most of the book was establishing his bad state and constant flashbacks, and then all of a sudden he has confidence in his abilities and believes in himself. of course, im overjoyed he did get growth, and had a happy ending (depends on how you interpret it). stan fugio

vittorio’s fascination with pain really got me feelin. hgghhhhhhhh hh hnnhhhhh. he describes it well, wanting to feel his life force/energy in the form of pain so that he didnt ‘go extinct’, and the writing of it just saying straight up ‘cutting himself’ ‘hurting himself’ ‘self harming’ made my skin crawl. as someone who suffers with shit like that its both painful and relieving to know a character who has similar habits, whether it’s for the purpose of activating his stand or just to cope.

2 times in phf, fugo does some kind of suicide attack. of course, he survives both. it’s never made clear whether or not he intended to die/didnt mind dying as it was a way of accomplishing his mission, but either way it got me heavy breathing. the last one especially, when he bites a virus capsule to kill volpe. did he know he’d grown and purple haze would miraculously save him with his own genius plan, or was he going out with a bang? luckily for me it wasnt really gone over like ‘hey you couldve died from that are you doing ok mentally’ or else i mightve felt nauseous reading it. im all for angst, but idk how much more i can take when its day 87 of quarantine and im numb as fuck just waiting to break down.

angelica’s stand night bird flying (is probably not that complicated im just fuckin dumb) made fugo and everyone else hallucinate/dream. in fugo’s dream, it was pretty much an ideal au. he was permitted to see his grandma when she was near death (preventing the professor scene), met bruno (fisher boy with fisher dad) on a boat and they became friends, nara went back to school and was doing good overall, abba remained a cop but didnt do any bad things, the whole group was all just good friends having a fun time. god i would licherally sell my body and soul for them all to be happy like that and all live.

the concept of abandonment also messed me up, just the feeling that everyone say fugo as someone who abandoned the group in their hour of need out of selfishness made me wanna cry angry sad depression tears. hes a good man! let him be ok and happy i will fight all fugo haters no cap

every time i think back to the fugio restaurant scene i just. idk man it hurts me. the pessimistic bitch in me says that it would be unrequited and fugo would only be more sad because even through his efforts, he’s just another pawn working for giorno. on the other hand, it makes me soft n giddy because?? omyfucking god giorno asks fugo to call him giogio when NOBODY ELSE IN THE BOOK had referred to him as that. the fuckin “if grief anchors your feet, let me share it” part makes me wanna jusyt. complete my kin transformation into fugo and be a sobbin g shaking mess in his arms as he tells me its all gonna be ok. was that a vent? absolutely. anyways, its pretty damn special for the don of the mafia to invite you to breakfast at a fancy restaurant before the place opens and its just the two of you. giorno fixes fugo’s injuries and tells him that he’s proud of his growth, and that he knew fugo could do it. dude?????? if i didnt already know i was a lonely affection/affirmation/attention starved bitch that wouldve done it for me.

holy fuck that was longer than i expected it to be. i do feel better tho

#phf #purple haze feedback #fugo #pannacotta #pannacotta fugo #fugo pannacotta #jjba #jojo #mista #guido #guido mista #mista guido #giorno giovanna #giorno #giogio #fugio #vent #rant

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sondpyo · 5 years ago

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𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

a/n: this is kinda long phew ,,, i just love hangyul tOo much :(( enjoy !!

warnings: !!!!cursing

let’s put the jokes aside

hangyul is probably the best boyfriend ever

he just IS

he does everything to make you feel comfortable

he buys so you food

he gives you piggy back rides when you‘re too tired

just,,,,,what a man

he cares about you 24/7

and likes to baby you

squishing ur cheeks and kissing ur puckered lips is part of his daily routine

but we ain’t complaining

because who doesn’t want to get hugged and kissed by hangyul

lucky YOU

and let’s not lie here

when was the last time you wore YOUR clothes

yes bitch im talking to YOU

you hang out in hangyul‘s hoodies and shirts everyday you literally robbed this man

but he loves it ngl

only when he has to go out with his friends and his closet is just....

...... empty

so he always takes his things back

but the thief you are 🤫🤫🤫

„what’s inside that bag"

„my love for you“

„ haha,, lmao,,, put that shit back to where it was."

and u just 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️💨

because what can he do haha

run after you and pick you up

haha

yea that‘s exactly what he does so why did you even try honestly

and he just picks you up and throws you onto the couch

but ur mad like how can you not let ur own gf succeed in stealing ur things

at this point hes just asking himself why he’s even dating you

but yk he loves you so what can he do

y’all raised a cat together

that‘s how you two even met :(

one day you were walking down the street on a rainy day when you heard a little ᵐᵉᵒʷ

so you were like hold tf uP and looked around

only to see a little kitten on the street being comepletely wet and lost

when you crunched down you just could feel sadness radiating from her

yes it’s a female 👀

you were about to cry ngl watching a sad kittie made you sad

so you picked her up

buT sissie was a little wild 🤥

she tried to climb up your chest so you had to use ur other hand too and let ur umbrella fall

„nO kiTtIe stOP ah shit we‘re both wet now“

but after some time struggling she kinda calmed down but was still moving

you were comepletely wet

the shower you wanted to take later ?????? already done now

as you wanted to pick up your umbrella

another hand reached picked it up and held it above your head

you turned around and saw an extremely good looking guy

„ive seen a lot in my life but never someone walking outside in the rain with their kitten“

he was obv amused by the situation

you looked down to the kitten

„she’s not mine i just found her“

as you wanted to grab ur umbrella back

he pulled it back and insisted holding it for you as you walked back home

he just saw that u didn’t know anything about cats

so on the way back he told you a lot about cats and everything and you kinda started talking

and u were patting her head

when u reached ur house u were kinda unsure of what to do

because u cant just pull up to your family like lmAo look what I found

„i cant just leave her outside again“

so he just took her

„I already have two so why not a third I guess“

„but i found her >:("

„but you cant keep her“

true 😔😔

so he gave you ur umbrella and hid the cat under his jacket

so when he was already going you were like somethings not right

so you yelled excuSE ME

and he turned around

so you ran to him and gave him the umbrella

„no don’t worry I don’t need it“

but you just shoved it into his hands and walked back

before you would open your gate and get in you yelled that he should take good care of her so you waved him and went in

and he honestly just stood there

that was the moment where he kinda fell in love with you I guess

in the next days he brought you u ur umbrella back and u asked him if u could visit boba once

( i had to crackle at that name ne ways)

and he obviously was interested in you so he was like suRE !!!!!

and you eventually also started falling for him

so here you are 3 years later

a happy couple

confirmed mom & dad of a cat

boba sometimes still kinda attacks you but whatever I guess

and he always tells that story his and ur friends saying that he thought u were crazy

when he literally thought u were cute since the first second he saw you wbk

his fav places to kiss you is your face

when ur being too overly cute in his eyes he just kisses ur cheeks like a 100 times

and when ur being sad or stressed he usually kisses ur temples

but hangyul litterally is your emotional support boy

when ur sad or crying he just hugs you and doesn’t let go

he sometimes cracks up some stupid jokes just so he can hear a small laugh from you which always works tbh

there just isn’t a day where he isn’t by your side when you‘re in the wrong place

but when your upset or mad he usually gives you a little space since he knows that people usually need to figure it out themselves first before they talk to others about it

but if you want him to be with you he’s there in a second

and you appreciate that a lot

you two are the crackhead duo everyone fears

the last time played mario kart with the rest of his friends it ended with you and him laughing about some dumbass shit AGAIN

everyone is just tired by now and sighs,,,,,,,,

„is it crack???????? is that what you two smoke“

but u cant unsee the little smiles they have after watching you two for awhile bcs ofc they are also kinda happy that he found someone he can have fun and be himself with

h e e h e e fun 😼😼😼 18+

just kIdding

im keeping this family friendly

but lemme dRoP thAt real quick

hes a dancer so he sure knows how to work his hips o o p 👀👀👀👀

moving ON

teases you

all the time

„you‘re so tiny can u even see something down there.“

„you kinda grew.“

„vertically.“

„that girl there is kinda pretty don’t you also think?“

and let’s just say

at this rate

his kneecaps are pretty much injured

but he doesn’t mean it like that

when he even senses that he’s going to far he simply kisses you and apologizes

personal hypeman

you don’t know iF you should wear that dress outside because you don’t feel pretty in it????

not with hangyul SWEETIE

hes like

👏🏻you 👏🏻are👏🏻slaying👏🏻that👏🏻dress👏🏻and👏🏻thats👏🏻on👏🏻PERIODT👏🏻

physical fights with him happen a lot and are normal

fun fights

cause my man ain’t abusive 😔

and ofc he wins

once he even threw you off bed

and u eventually hit your head

and he was literally caressing your head while trying to hold back his laughter

he calls it training for actual fights

smh

hes pretty much overprotective

and swears that he’ll never let you out alone in the dark

so you kinda doubt these fights he talks about will ever happen

but whatever floats his boat 🤡

this is getting long

should I just make a part two

. shit

okay over all

hes soft for you

like everyone at first is kinda intimidated by him because he looks really manly compared to other guys even you were

but when they see how he treats you and looks at you and smiles at you and everything it’s just kinda gone then 🥺🥺

he deserves an award as best boyfriend

he also deserves all the love he gives back

don’t let him down

because he wouldn’t do that to you either even if u had a big ass fight

juST FUXKING LOVE HIM

#x1 #x1 imagine #x1 imagines #x1 fluff #x1 au #x1 scenarios #x1 flash #x1 hangyul #x1 minhee #x1 x reader #incorrect x1 quotes

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willow-salix · 4 years ago

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Isolation update! I was planning on doing the prompt of "Sight" for @gumnut-logic challenge for the next chapter of the big fat fic (which I'm still gonna do) but this came out too. So I let the boys roll with it.

Day 76 of Isolation on Tracy Island

“Scott?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know anything about this?” I held up my headphones, which had been previously missing for maybe the last eight months and that I had just found in the cutlery drawer.

“Yeah, they’re headphones.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious, I meant why are they in with the knives and forks?”

He shrugged. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because you were hiding socks around the place for over three weeks.”

“Only because it took you so long to give them back to me. I started after we watched Half Blood Prince, I thought it would make you laugh but you just kept ignoring them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise you needed to be freed!”

“Of course I did! I was your house elf!”

“House elves do chores! They don’t sit around being fed and demanding attention!”

“I’m a progressive house elf that is fighting for elf rights!”

“No you aren't, you’re a lazy bum!”

“Lazy? Me?”

“Yes, you!”

“I will never understand the conversations you two have,” John muttered as he pushed past us to fill his mug with the coffee I had just brewed.

“It’s affectionate arguing,” Scott laughed, sliding his mug over to John for a top up.

“So no one knows why my headphones have just suddenly turned up from wherever they vanished to and magicked themselves into the kitchen?”

“Nope,” Scott gave up waiting for John to pour him a drink and stole mine. I narrowed my eyes in his general direction. John slid a fresh cup over to me. Such a great guy.

“You know,” John mused. “I found one of my world geography books in the bathroom cupboard.”

“I found my utility knife in the piano stool,” Virgil added, wandering over to snag some toast that had just popped up.

“I just made that,” I told him.

“Thank you,” he continued to butter it. I stared at his plaid clad back for a few seconds but when he failed to burst into flames I gave up and dropped some more bread into the toaster.

“Now that I think about it,” Scott mused, “I found my guitar pick in the fruit bowl, the one that I got from that little shop in Texas. I thought I lost it for good years ago but it just appeared out of nowhere.”

“Something strange is going on,” Virgil declared. “If stuff we lost is returning there has to be a reason for it.”

“Parallel universe,” I answered confidently.

“I don’t think that's a thing,” Scott said gently.

“Apports then?” I offered.

“No, I don’t think...what’s an apport?” Virgil asked.

“An object conjured out of nothing by a ghost, obviously.”

“I don’t think this is the work of a ghost, love," John said, squeezing my shoulder as he passed by to take a seat. “There’s only one person that borrows things without asking and that’s Gordon.”

“That was going to be my next guess,” I admitted.

“Yet you went straight for ghosts and different universes?” Scott asked, clearly bemused.

“Well, maybe, just for once, I wanted something interesting to happen around here that I could actually deal with,” I huffed. “Sue me.”

“Only you could think ghosts and different realms were something that’s easy to deal with when you were the one that screamed and climbed me like a monkey because a crab ran over your foot on the beach last night,” John laughed.

“Crabs have pincers, any sane person would get away from one of them,” I pouted, reaching for some toast off Virgil’s plate. Honestly I don’t know why we don't just have communal plates in this house, no one seems to eat their own food.

“So what are we going to do about Gordon being a kleptomaniac?” I asked.

“We’ll deal with him after breakfast,” Scott decided, leaning over and biting the corner off my toast. See? No boundaries whatsoever.

***

The klepto in question was sneaking suspiciously around the lounge when we tracked him down and we caught him in the act of leaving a magnifying glass behind a book on the bookcase.

“Busted,” Scott yelled, making Gordon jump about a foot in the air.

“So it was you that’s been leaving our belongings scattered around the house,” Virgil sighed.

“Why are you doing this?” John asked, although his tone said he was debating the wiseness of even posing the question and was unsure he actually wanted an answer.

“Can’t a guy do something nice for his family?”

“He can when he’s not the one thats been stealing things in the first place,” I shot back, arms folded, foot tapping.

“I’m offended!” Gordon gasped dramatically. “A Tracy doesn’t steal unless its Virgil and a bell takes his fancy-”

“That was one time and it was an accident!”

“I may borrow things,” Gordon continued.

“For three years?” Scott snorted.

“I borrow on extended loan-”

“Without permission,” John added.

“But you always get them back eventually,” Gordon finished triumphantly. “I got bored and cleaned my room and it was like unearthing buried treasure. I may have forgotten that I borrowed a few things but you’ve got them back now, so no harm no foul.”

“Is that all you needed to return?” Virgil sighed.

“There might be a few other things scattered around,” Gordon admitted.

“Go and get them,” Scott ordered.

Gordon staggered in half an hour later weighed down by a massive box overflowing with his plundered loot.

“Seriously?” Scott gaped as the box thumped down on the table.

“All of that?” Virgil couldn't believe his eyes.

“Not surprised,” John muttered.

“How did you manage to borrow all that?” Alan asked in awe, having been summoned from his pit to claim any lost items that may have fallen into Gordons possession. “I’m not even allowed to borrow a pen.”

“It’s because he doesn’t bother asking,” John told him.

“That’s where I’ve been going wrong!”

Gordon shooty finger winked at him.

“No!” I yelped, intervening for the first time and grabbing Alan, pulling him into my arms. “Do not corrupt this precious bean.”

“Too...late,” Alan wheezed, trying to escape my python like grasp.

“Oh, sorry,” I let go and Alan took a dramatically deep breath.

“What’s in the box, Squid?” Scott asked.

Gordon tipped the box up and out tumbled a mass of things that shocked even me.

“That’s my baseball cap,” Scott snagged it.

“My gloves,” Virgil claimed them.

“That’s my camera,” John snatched it up. “I thought I left that behind on the beach and the sea took it.”

“Well, technically the sea’s representative did,” I giggled, then noticed something in the middle of the pile. “Why do you have my headscarf? You know that I use that when you guys force me to get in a boat, it makes me feel fancy.”

“Are those my sunglasses?”

“Yes, I broke mine and was going fishing.”

“Is that my lipstick?”

“Yeah, I used it to draw blood on my neck so I could be a zombie at halloween.”

“There’s my ocarina.”

“It was so weird I had to try it.”

“Is that my belt?”

“Yeah, remember that date I went on with Penny? It went really well with those navy pants.”

“I thought I lost that harmonica.”

“I was going through a depressed week and wanted to play the blues.”

“Is that my cologne?”

“Same date.”

“Why do you have my toothbrush?”

“I used it to clean the sand out of one of Four’s filters.”

“My playing cards!”

“Yeah, I wanted to learn card tricks.”

“My travel chess set!”

“Four of the pawns are missing now, sorry.”

“Seriously, my drill?”

“I wanted to put up a picture.”

“Why did you need my tie?”

“That's classified.”

“That’s my favorite pen.”

“Yeah, I’ve got no excuse for that, I used it, put it in my pocket and forgot about it.”

“Gordon, why do you have my flip flops?”

“Mine broke and your’s were nearest.”

An endless stream of lost objects had suddenly returned home and it was a tad overwhelming but along with his more recent acquisitions were items that hadn’t been seen in forever.

“I remember this game!” Alan exclaimed, grabbing the box. “John and I used to play it all the time when I was little. You had to be astronauts and fly through the meteor showers and land on different planets and fight aliens. It was great. We had the best scores, no one could beat us.”

“Actually, I had the best scores,” John corrected him.

“No way, it was a team effort, we played that together every night after I got home from school.”

Virgil chuckled.

“What?” Alan looked confused. “Why are you laughing?”

“I may have taken the batteries out of your controller and just let you think you were playing.” John admitted.

“What! That was one of my greatest achievements in life!”

“Alan, you went into space when you were thirteen,” John pointed out.

“Oh yeah!”

Virgil spotted a book and picked it up. “I haven’t seen this since we were little.”

“Oh, I remember that one,” Scott smiled. “Mom had it when she was small and she used to read it to us every thanksgiving.”

John was busy sifting through the pile. “Hey, my first star globe, why do you have this?”

“Remember when I used to get upset when Dad went away? Well you used to point out all the different stars to me on it and where the moon was near them.”

“Oh yeah,” John smiled, “I remember that, I let you borrow it to keep beside your bed so you could see where Dad was every night.”

“That’s my old teddy bear,” Scott smiled, picking it up and sitting it on his lap. “I left him with you when I went to college.”

“I know, I told you that I was too old to have a plushie in my room but you insisted. I passed him on to Alan and when we moved I guess he got packed up with my things.”

“That’s the children’s guitar that Mom taught us to play,” Virgil picked it up and strummed a few cords but the tuning was terrible.

“I’ve never seen that before,” Alan said quietly. “In fact, I don’t remember much of any of this stuff.” He gestured to the pile of things that still remained scattered on the table top. “I don’t know that pencil sharpener, that snow globe or those shell bracelets, I don’t know any of it.”

“Neither do I,” I reminded him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“I don’t have any memories of them so they don’t mean anything to me.”

“But that’s what’s so great about things and why I keep telling your brother that not everything has to have a use all the time. Things are there to remind us of the good times, just the sight of them can conjure up images, but they are also there to encourage us to share those memories. I used to love looking through my Nan and Grandad’s cupboards because I discovered so many things that were interesting,” I told him. “I’d ask them about them and they would tell me where they got them or who they belonged to before they got them and it was so nice to see the joy that the memories brought them. Pick something and ask about them, let’s share memories.”

Slowly Alan reached out to touch the small pile of shell bracelets.

“Where did these come from?”

“We were on a trip to the beach,” Scott started.

“Gordon was running all over picking up little shells and bringing them back to Mom,” Virgil continued.

“She ended up with a huge pile of them,” John laughed. “But Gordon didn't want her to put them back.”

“She ended up asking Dad to drill a tiny hole through each of them and she made them into bracelets for us as a reminder of the vacation,” Scott picked up the story.

“We wore them for a few days but Gordon kept stealing them because he loved the shells,” Virgil added.

“I remember that,” Gordon smiled. “There’s a picture in the album of me wearing them all, I don’t look any older than five.”

Alan picked them up, rubbing one of the shells between thumb and finger. “Why are there five of them?”

“Because Mom was pregnant with you at the time and said that you were there too so you should have a bracelet,” Scott smiled, reaching over to take one. “This was mine.”

One by one the others each claimed a bracelet, leaving Alan with just one.

“You’re right, that’s a nice story to hear,” he admitted, slipping the bracelet over his hand.

“Hey, here’s an idea,” I suggested. “This has been a mad few months, how about we start a new memory box and in ten years time we’ll look back in it and remember the longest vacation ever.”

“Yeah,” Alan nodded. “That could be cool.”

The box slowly filled up with bits and pieces.

Here are some of them.

-Some of our finished colouring pages.

-Gordon’s tablet that hadn’t recovered from its unscheduled dip in the bath.

-Brains’s broken glasses and a broken piece of his microscope that fell off of Alan when we played human buckaroo

-A small pile of post-it’s which Scott had used on April fools day to label everything in the lounge.

-The rubber spider John had pranked me with.

-A pair of the bunny ears the boys wore to deliver Easter eggs.

-The empty bottle of ‘Chill Pills’ Scott got for his birthday.

-A selection of our pictionary artwork.

-The beauty blender Virgil ruined on Gordon’s face.

-An empty popcorn bag Alan found stuffed between the couch cushions from one of our many movie nights.

-One of Scott’s socks that hadn’t been found before.

-A gaudy necklace from our lip sync battle

-A clue list from our scavenger hunt

-A shell I picked up on the beach the day they taught me to surf.

-The evil Furby

-The purple wig we made John wear (he was very glad to donate it to the memory box)

“OK, so, we don’t take anything out but we can add more for as long as isolation goes on?” Alan confirmed.

“Yep,” I nodded. “Who’s going to be in charge of keeping it safe?”

“Gordon should,” Alan said. “Since he seems to be the keeper of everyone’s things.”

“Even without permission,” John muttered, tucking his pen into his pocket in case it went walkies again.

“Actually,” Gordon said, “I think Alan should look after it for us.”

“Really? You mean that?” Alan grinned.

“Sure, kiddo,” Scott agreed. “After all, they’re your memories too

#memories #Sight #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds 2015

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thelittlehansy · 4 years ago

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A chronology of all my different opinions of Prince Hans. ( 2013-2020)

Long version of a old post i already make. my different opinion about Mr.of the southern isles not sure how much thats actually interesting XD but it is truly CRAZY how many opinion i got about that character so i m gonna tried to give the most faithful inside look i have about Hans trought the years.😁

1-Neutrality ( 2013)

I was at first kind of neutral toward Hans. Like i was adoring already the love is an open door and the dynamic between Hans and Anna jinx jinx again it was my fav part 😂 but at the end i was more pleasantly suprise by the twist its was suprising and to me THE thing of the movie. the part exciting to watch again and know people reaction of it.. Like its was the beginning of the twist trend i was more pleasantly surprise that betrayed. I was finding Anna and kristoff really cute together and i remembered the comments "she kiss the others guy at the end its ruined the lesson of the movie" annoyed me a LOT 😂like i find that funny because now i understand more the critiscm of the end. Something that never change was my opinion of the punch at the end......*rolled my eyes* I never though it was something funny even if hans deserve it.

2- Hans is a loathsome character. ( around 2014-2017)

Frozen began to be one those movies with tangled and the princess and the frog that i watch several times because of how entertaining they were. So i begin To really associated Hans to a very messed up character cruel cold sadistic i was having that strong image of him during the betrayal scene. The emotionally abusive Hans to a poor princess . Really the worst part of what he did is how personal and mean he was To Anna. How he treat anna with so much cruelty.

I remember also didnt finding Hans handsome at all and didnt even understanding all the appeal around his design. ( now i have completly change my mind XD ) i think thats hans actions makes him even more ugly to me at that period. That period last a long time because that opinion was at a period i was not at all interest that much of frozen and that period last a long time. So yeah didnt was hating him but highly disliking him.

3- Hans : the disney villain ! ( around 2017)

That we entered in a dark period when i began interest in one thing : writing disney crossover fanfiction. When i treat Hans as every disney classical villain. 😂Every trait à disney villain got hans was having it in my head. I want to cringe at myself at that period because when i was trying to wrote crossover fanfic Hans was someone indicredibly violent who loved blood. i was making him do stupid thing for the sake of doing stupid thing. He really was hate by everyone. He wanted to rules the world i was enjoying makes other character put him down like his brothers or other disney princess and prince😅. Like in my head Hans was a disney villain so there was no way he was being friend with prince and princess But really he was always doing dumb thing and all the princes were hating on him because this is "Hans" you know😂. I took Hans as excuse to have some baddies in the fanfic i was imagining so what about the plot that hans team up with jafar in order To rules over the southern isles 😂 seriously remind myself of these hans period makes me want to hit my head against a wall. Because its obvious now that i was just not interest in the character , i put 0 thinking in his character and was making him do dumb very very dumb things for the sake of making shine the heroes of my fanfic.

Now i beleive this is something we are a lot to do i can name once upon a time who makes hans do stupid thing in order for Anna and kristoff to shine and maleficent who put down every single character of sleeping beauty to makes shine Maleficent sorry Beneficent.

I think at that period i have also learn some stuff about a frozen heart like lars the name of a brothers that is Nice to Hans and was making hans being an asshole to him and lars hating him After arendelle 😄

4- The best villain EVER OK !!!!! (2017-2018)

I think at the level I was reading more frozen fanfic because i got extremely interest in him at the difference of before who really i didnt paid attention to his character at all he was only a very very random disney villain. finally but most importantly i Feel in love with the idea of an evil prince. So thats when become my period Hans is the most evil disney villain he is amazing the twist is AWESOME OK !!!!!! Dont critized it ok !!! Thats perfect its makes totally sense 😂

The smile under the boat ? Thats a smirk what are you talking about.😄

Sociopath ? He is one. Look i know nothing about anti social personality disorder i put 0 observation in Hans actual personality BUT he was abused by his brothers. See thats not how sociopath are made ? Doesnt people who are abused turn into monster ??? ( god what an awful reasoning i hate now people who say he was abused so thats make sense he is evil) see jennifer lee said he is one ! *disappoint face while reading several people making good arguement as why he is not*

The hints ? I rewatch frozen especially for Hans and notice his face and all the hints were blowing my mind. But most importantly the one at that ice castle and his look at the chandelier to killed elsa. I swear i have read a comment saying the creators confirmed it was not part of the script and an error because i rememeber be very very upset and wanting this hint to be true 😅

Also my worst enemy at that period : the troll theory because it was logical....And the redemption fans wanted.😅 i was like

He is EVIL let him stay EVIL !!!!!!

Now i think i did like Anna 🙄😂 she feel in love with idea of love instead of Hans and me i Feel in love with the idea of an evil prince that took Hans for the character he is..😄

5 : Hans : Anna'ex fiance ( 2018)

The thing with disney princess villain is that most of the times the princess and the prince relationship are at the heart of the movie. So when frozen come out its was cool because elsa and Anna sisters relationship was at the heart of the movie. But in the end we saw more Anna with kristoff that with Elsa so i kind of associated personally frozen with anna and kristoff relationship. So that period where i start to stop having this very rigid point of view and allowed myself getting interest into something i was defitntly not with the other disney princess movies. The relationship between the princess and the villain who here was her ex fiance. So hans Begin in my mind much more Anna ex fiance that a classical disney villains and thats around here i start to truly ship them because i was really exploring Hans relationship with anna and the funny comical post canon relationship between them they could have. like them keep getting inviting at Ball arguing making their own propaganda on their side making love is an open door reference so i discovered there that Hans to me could have a pretty funny amazing dynamic with Anna that i never thought in the past. But it was more at that period start to find Hans and anna relationship interesting that shipping them.

6- team Jacob team peeta sorry team Hans or team kristoff. ( 2018)

My triangle love drama period basically. I began to considerably ship way more hansanna. Of course in post canon redemption story or AU and i think i have at that period read literraly all the hansanna fanfic ever. anna in poly relationship was my otp 😂 began a level where i start to extremely not ship kristanna not ship hansanna but ship them at the same time. 😂

and really shipping kristanna and hansanna alone had not the same charm as shipping them together.

So i began to see Hans more from a shipping point of view that for his own character. even when i watched frozen the very first times i was liking Anna subplot romantic arc with kristoff and Hans. And it was bringing me good old feeling of my teen and pre Teen years when i was addict to the hunger games and twilight and basically love triangle😂. Something there isnt technically in frozen but there are still Anna and two suitors with Hans and kristoff.

7- the grey characters with an interesting family. ( 2018)

Reading more fanfic i start to view him more as a grey characters and start to be interest in hans family. Yeah before i was all the time imagining hans alone didnt really take into consideration the little very little tiny detail that hans is a prince has a kingdom and a pretty big family. I had two strong headcanon about his family his brothers were jerks but just jerks and most of them were nice oh and their dad was dead i was loving the idea of hans older brother be the king. The king and the queen were character that i overlook that i was not interest but i was way more interest in hans brothers. So i continue my view on grey Hans and that relationship with anna i was so interest while being more and more interest in Hans family. So my world of headcanon crush when i discovered more stuff about that book a frozen heart publish by disney. And well in that book most of Hans brothers were really more than jerks but really horrible so first headcanon destroyed but i tried to keep the name Caleb but imagine the character with the personality i like. The king was alive....ok second headcanon destroyed 😅 ok gonna deal with that and like the idea of the king being nice. ( didnt knew how mess up he actually was)

8- the king of the southern isles : view Hans from the point of view of his relationship with his father.( 2019-2020)

The step : i finally command a frozen heart i spoiled myself while reading tv tropes😂😂 ( around that time i created myself a tumblr account) and read that book : basically i got incredibly more interest in : Hans psychology , the king of the southern isles hans relationship with his dad.something that i never through about in the past. But reading tv tropes makes me a LOT interest in the king of the southern isles and Hans relationship with him. really ironic taking my old headcanon into consideration really that book how it developp hans psychology really makes me view him A LOT different. We learn Hans hates violence is a pacifist never do evil thing in his life safe for what he did during those 3 years for his dad but he hates every bit of it. So i really started to view Hans dependant under the influence of his father and thinking that what is evil with Hans is more that toxic relationship with his father than Hans himself. Every bad thing he did this is because of his father corrosive influence. Thats also a period when i start to really saw him from a psychologist point of view his daddy issues his trauma. So yeah A Frozen Heart make me really see Hans in a whole new light

9- Hans the victim and the not so great villain (2020)

So now i think we move to my recent opinion well i m sorry but i cant ignore stuff publish my disney not a matter of liking a frozen heart or not To me stuff publish by disney are canon until Proven not and also i read that a group was form when frozen began something huge to keep everything same in the franchise. So after reading and analyzing a frozen heart thinking...thinking way too much about it i start to think even more about Hans😂. And here we got a character with a very big Ndad hans being his scapegoat who was all his life emotionally, verbally , physically , mentally abused since he is little victim of narcissist abuse. All the times reject , humiliated, bully and thats very hard to ignore all of That because from jeenifer lee word of Hans childhood to that recent comic disney publish with little Hans. They really go for : hans has a very messed up life. I m sorry but at this point thats canon. And the problem i have is that all of That that is defintly not a tragic backstory the character is still very much being currently mistress , abused and neglect by his family. He is still living that life as a kid as a teen as a young adult as an adult And nope whatever how much we like elsa and anna and it was wrong what hans do. He do not deserve to be punished by his abusers. And his abusers do not deserve to punish him. So when you have disney giving all that information about him showing him being a interesting character complex that has never do anything evil on his own wish except in frozen. But most importantly giving him such an Horrible life something that was never do for the others disney villain this is really hard to consider Hans a true disney villain. And yeah he is the villain of Anna and elsa story but very much the victim from the point of view of his family. So thats all of this that makes hans a character that truly break my heart for what he has endure and is still enduring in his life. So my current vision of Hans is victim Hans of course i repeat not toward elsa and Anna you know the kind of stuff some people would twist about what i say but a victim because Hans got very very bigger villain in his life on the contrary of the others disney villains. What is even more sad is that the two people that cares for him lars and his mom dont even stand up for him in public. So thats really complicated....even ship i slighty change my mind i ship even more hansanna , i ship kristanna and Anna in a poly relationship is still my otp🤣🤣 but...getting a tumblr account last summer and reading the whole blog fnafiction.net and archive of our own had be associated kristanna with not very good thing but i still like the ship. What change a lot is my view on him as villain now i agree that the twist sucks 😅it wasnt done very well and the hints...after reading some stuff now i belive most of them are creation of the fans. So thats a whole different point of view. 😂😂and nah hans has a lot of people above him in the hierarchy , he was not the big obstacle of the movie and i found out that Hans lying to anna was not even a thing at all during love is an open door while paying attention at several stuff on the franchise ( i make several post about it on my blog) the hints when hans look at the chandelier dont even exist in the scenario i chekced it. Hans was a bad guy to ony the main characters elsa and anna at the difference of the others disney villains. So all of those stuff compare to disney villains make hans to me A weak villain and more fitting in the disney princes line up as he is too me interesting and complex but not at the level of evil queen tremaine frollo scar shang yu jafar ursula maleficent dr facilier.

So yeah thats makes a 180 degree change just like him in the movie 😄 i dont know maybe my mind is gonna change again ?

it really never happen to me with any other disney character before To change so much my mind.

#my opinion through the years

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xshinytrashcanx · 4 years ago

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JJ is in the Hospital after his Dad had beaten him. He has to stay for a while and meets a girl that suffers from amnesia after a car accident

A/N: I hope you like this one:) also requests are welcome

All those people where looking at me, like they wanted me to talk to them. But I couldn’t remember who they where. „Honey are you ok?“ the elderly men asks me. Ok he isn’t that old, probably around 50 years old but he is older then me. „Uhm yeah it’s just that I am really tired.“ I lie. „Ok. Me and Janice are gonna pick up some stuff for you so you can rest a little alright?” He tells the people to leave so now I am alone in this bright room with all that machines around me. What happend? Where am I? And most important who am I? “Miss Jackson?” A men in a white gown enters the room. „I am Doctor Blake and I am gonna ask you some questions now. Do you know where you are?” “Looks like a hospital to me?“ „Can you tell me your first name and your birthday?” No I really can’t. And it scares me. “It’s alright, you don’t have to panic.” Yeah of course not, I just can’t remember anything right now.

Amnesia. It kinda sounds like a song title, but it’s much more serious. The doctor said it could go away but it also could be a possibility that I will never remember my old life. My stepmother and my dad are crying in front of me but I am not sure what I am supposed to feel. I am mostly irritated because all those people except that I remember them but I just can’t? „Hey you look lonely“ a blond haired boy sits down next to me in the hospital lounge. „Do we know each other?“ „Sadly not but we could change that. My name is JJ. What are you here for?“ „Car accident. My name is Alaska I think. I am not really sure. It’s all a little much right now.“ the boy chuckles „You don’t know your own name? Man I thought the stuff I am getting was good.” “I have amnesia. I can’t really remember my whole life.“ „Oh“ yeah that’s what I am thinking all the time. My life is just a huge Oh moment. „What are you here for JJ?“ „I uhm.. I had an accident to.“ I can tell he is lying but I choose to not push it. He is the only person who isn’t looking at me like I failed him. „So amnesia hu? How does that feel?“ „Confusing. It’s like there is a big black hole in my brain“ His eyes are pretty, probably the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen but considering my state that probably isn’t too hard. But they are pretty, blue like the ocean but not a boring blue. They look like adventures, like a storm is coming. „You eyes are very nice.” I tell the golden haired boy. There is a little scar above his eyebrow and I wonder where he got it. “Hey J who is your friend?” “She thinks she is Alaska but we are still trying to figure that one out.“ The other boy looks at me in confusion „I got amnesia. I hope we don’t know each other and if I am sorry if I seem rude but I can’t remember shit.“ “My Name is John B” John B. He is taller then JJ and his hair is curly, also blond like JJs, but darker. “So are you two brothers or friends?” I try to carry on with the conversation “Best friends since 3rd grade. We live in Outer Banks.” Outer Banks. I heard about that. My mom, excuse me, stepmom told me we just moved there. She also said something about some Figurs but I don’t remember. “I think I live there too. At least that’s what my stepmother told me.” “Really? I have never seen you before?” JJ asks curiously “She told me we just moved there.” “What’s your last name?” “Jackson” the boys exchange some looks “What? Is something wrong with that?” “No but I have heard about your family. You guys live on Figur eight right? Your father owns some big company.” “So you are a Kook” JJ finishes John Bs sentence “A what now?” “Kook are rich and lucky bastards, sorry, people.” Well that doesn’t sounds really nice “Well I don’t feel so lucky right now.” “Yeah maybe that makes you a honorable Pogue.” What’s that supposed to mean? A Pogue? “What does my amnesia has to do with fish?” “Look at her, we got our self a little lexicon. We call our self the Pogues, the people who live on the cut.” That’s so much information at once that my head starts to hurt. “Hey but when you’re from the Banks we could be friends. I bet the other Pogues will love you.” “I think I would like that.”

“Here Darling have some Ice Cream. Chocolate is your favorite.” my stepmother hands me a bowl. “Can you stop please? You are making me go crazy with all that shit. I cant remember fucking shit and that stupid Ice Cream isn’t gonna change anything.” I shout at her. “Alaska..” “No. I want to be alone.” It only takes a moment after my stepmother is gone for JJ to enter the room. “How is my favorite hospital buddy doing?” “Do you want some Ice Cream? Apparently its my favorite.” I hand him the bowl as he sits down on my bed. “Mh Chocolate. And the good stuff. So they still try to get you to remember anything?” “Yeah. Its exhausting. I mean I remember some stuff, little things but it isn’t much.” “Tell me about it.” JJ looks at me and there is some chocolate on his nose. “I remember stuff when I was still a little kid. I remember my Dad and my mom but I don’t remember my stepmother. And Lucy, my dog, but my Dad says she died five years ago. The Doctor says I probably wont remember some of the time before that dumb accident but I was lucky.” “We will make new memories, you, me and the Pogues.” He smiles at me. “Oh and about the Pogues, they are gonna visit me later and I wanted to ask if you would like to join? Ki will get some food from her fathers restaurant.” “Yeah I would love too. But enough about me, tell me something about you, for example where do you got that scar above your eyebrow?” “Surfing accident. Happend when I first started. I am a pretty good surfer you know? Maybe I can teach you.” There is a knock on my door and no one else as John B himself enter the room. “I thought I would find you here man. How is it going Alaska?” “Good. Whats going on in the world outside of the hospital? Another fight with the Kooks? I want to know all the dirty details.” John B has been visiting JJ every day and we would hang out in the Lobby, my room or JJs Room. “Nah they wont mess with us now that the kook duchess is one of us.” Kook Duchess, yeah. My father owns a pretty big company and apparently he is one of the richest man in Outer Banks. And in some sort of way that makes me the kook duchess, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck. “So should I tell the others that we are here or are we gonna annoy the shit out of JJs Hospital Roommate?” “Tell them we are here. I cant stand that old man.” So a few minutes later there are six people in my room. Me, obviously, JJ, John B, Kiara wo told me to call her Ki, Pope and Sarah Cameron who seems to know me. “SO from where do I know you?” “Oh we had some classes together. But only for like, two months.” There is a awkward silence till Ki pulls out some take out boxes. “I got Burgers and fries for you two. JJ told me the hospital food is disgusting.”

“So how was Therapy?” JJ asks me after I come back from what feels like a thousand different therapies. “Dumb. I feel like I only have one functional brain cell. Dr. Blake told me its a common thing that I might get dyscalculia or something else but its so annoying. Like I see the numbers but I cant understand them. Its like I forgot what they are.” a deep sigh escapes my lips. “And did something good happend?” “Well I painted.” I show him the picture I made. “That’s a eye.” “Yeah. It is your eye. Thats the first thing I saw when you sat down next to me. You eyes are so pretty.” A chuckle escapes his lips “Yeah you told me you liked them. I like the picture. Its good.” “You can have it. Its your eye after all.” I hand it to him. “So know you tell me, how is that knee doing? Are you gonna be ready to show me how to surf when we get out of this hell hole?” “Pretty good, Doc said when all the swellings go down and the infection goes away I am out of here. It’s the only thing that keeps me from getting discharged.” “Thats great JJ.” “It sure is.” I hear Doctor Blake at the door. “Here for the daily check up?” “You know I am Alaska. How do you feel?” “A little stupid but beside that I am fine and I am sure I would be even better when I could get out of here.” He laughs “Yeah I am sure thats right. Maybe we should discharge both of you next week on monday? I heard JJ wants to take you surfing?” I look at JJ who has a wide grin on his face “Wait you knew didn’t you? Does my father know?” “They have been informed, yes. I leave you kids alone know, I gotta take a look at the old man.” He winks at us before he exits the room.

“Hey how are you.” I say as I stumble in JJs Room. But he isn’t alone. There is a couple with him, probably about the age my father is. “Oh excuse me, I didn’t know he had visitors.” “You must be Alaska. We are Popes Parents and JJs legal guardians.” “Yeah. Alaska. Thats me.” I say, hoping I didn’t knew them before my accident. I still feel awkward about the fact that there are people that know me when I don’t know anything about them. “Are you okay darling?” Popes Mom asks me. “She suffers from amnesia and meeting new people makes her uncomfortable.” JJ explains. “Oh I am Sorry. We can leave you both alone if you want I mean we talked about everything we needed to talk about right Boy?” Mr. Heyward looks at JJ who nods. “Did they hurt you?” I ask him when they are gone. “What? No! What do you mean?” “When we first met you said you had an accident but I knew you where lying and your reaction right now shows me that something happend so if they hurt you JJ you have to tell..” “It was my Dad.” he interrupts me. “He is a alcoholic and a junkie and he gets really mad sometimes. And he just takes it out on me. John B had to get away for a few weeks so I took my fathers boat and he kinda sunk it. I was used to be my fathers punching bag but he would always stop after a few hits and this time he just didn’t. I just remember waking up here with all that injuries. They said they would like to keep me here for a while so my injuries heal nicely and also to make sure I am mentally ok cause u know, nearly getting killed by your own father isn’t something that happens every day. The Heywards talked to CPS so I could stay with them till I get emancipated so I don’t have to leave the island.” A tear rolls down his cheek. “I’m sorry J. I didn’t wanted to push you.” “You don’t need to be sorry ok? I love how you care about me. I love everything about you. Being with you is like finally being able to breathe again.”

#obx #outer banks #obx jj #jj outer banks #obx john b #jj maybank #john booker routledge #john b #obx imagine #incorrect outer banks quotes

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Notice Me *Peter Parker* Series

Description: There is this girl and she is no ordinary girl. She has the gift of a panther. Not just any black panther, a rare line of panthers that lived long ago. Many thought they were extinct until she was found by T’Challa. Tony swooped in and took her under his guidance so that she could start a normal teenage life. She has met Peter before and thats why she so desperately wanted to start school at Midtown High. It’s hard to be a girl that has 10x more senses both emotional and physical than a regular teenager. All she wants is for Peter to see another side of her. The real her. Will he?

A/N: Yo so like I am a new writer and I write for two different fandoms. I have always had this character in the making and was a little scared to post this. it is a little different and this character belongs to me. She has a special place in my heart. I know we all dream of being a superhero in some way. I can live that through this character. I hope that everyone enjoys this if you take a chance to read it. Much love to you all! Thank you :)

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When I started at Midtown I knew the reason why I wanted to be there. Hell im pretty sure the entire Avengers new except Peter himself. I wanted to get to know Peter on a different level. He never knew who I was and he had no idea that I was the Blue Panther. Only a handful of people knew because I still wanted to be a kid.

Ever since I was little I have had this gift that was given me to me from my ancestors. I was hidden deep within Wakanda for some time until my powers became too strong. T’Challa came in and let me train and control my powers the right way. One night he requested that I help the Avengers with a mission and I was happy that I agreed. It’s where I met another family and it’s where I met Peter.

I first met Peter on a mission and I hadn’t even seen his face yet but his voice drew me in. It wasn’t till later when I saw his face. Boy was I a sucker right then and there.

As time went on and I started school at Midtown High, I grew closer to Peter. Tony was my listed parent/guardian and he is the one I convinced to let me go to Midtown. Peter had no idea that I was the blue panther he would talk to on the rooftops of buildings almost every night. It was amazing to have this other identity and Peter tried to keep his a secret as well. Of course I knew and I saw all the moments where he’d disappear at random.

But now after everything that happened. The Blip, losing Tony and Cap, Peter has been working his way up to feeling better. I’ve been there for it all. And finally our trip to Europe was coming. Even I had to admit that this trip was everything we needed. Losing two father figures in my life took a toll on me, but I do know it really effected Peter. Tony and Peter had a bond that no one could ever replace. I was there every night on our rooftop to comfort him and let him talk his feelings out. And I was there in his daily life to give him a great friendship.

“Peter!” Aunt May calls from the kitchen and snaps me out of my deep thoughts.

“Yeah May?!” Peter calls back as he was throwing t shirts at me to fold. He asked me to come over and help him pack. I was a very good packer and kinda had that “eh” attitude when it came to it.

“Don’t forget to pack-“ she stops talking and I knew what she was about to say, but Peter cuts her off.

“My toothbrush! I know!” He says loudly and quickly. “May, Y/n is here.” He adds back and I smile. I love May like my own family and I was falling in love with Peter.

“Y/n!” May comes around the door and she instantly hugs me from behind. I start giggling.

“Hey May!” I greet her and set the clothes that were in my hands down. I always helped May out whenever she needed advice on guys or what to wear. She had the cutest style.

“I’m going to order us some take out. The usuals?” She goes back out to order from our favorite Chinese place. Peter and I both reply with yes.

“Y/n.” I was still smiling from Aunt May’s encounter as I looked up at Peter.

“Peter.”

“What are your thoughts on MJ?” He asks. My heart beat quickens. This couldn’t be what I think it is.

“She’s a very sweet gal. A different gal but in a good way. She’s also very beautiful.” I take a seat on the edge of his bed.

“You think so?” He kinda perks up and I felt my shoulders slump. It does only seem fair that the guy of my dreams likes someone else.

I nod my head and don’t say another word. I didn’t want to push my luck and really get crushed the night before we left for Europe.

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That next morning I was asleep peacefully on Peter’s couch. He never questioned about where I lived or anything. I told him once before that I live further up in the city. My family was the Avengers. T’ Challa was like a dad to me and my trainer. He taught me everything I know today.

“Y/n!” Peter digs his fingers into my sides and it causes me to wake up on full alert. Whenever that happens my eyes will always flash blue really really bright.

“Peter!” I keep my head down on floor. He scared me so much I rolled off the couch.

“Oh my gosh are you okay??” He takes ahold of my waist and pulls me up. I look at him and he looks at my eyes. “Woah.” I move my head down quickly and act like I dropped something.

When I looked back at Peter he scans my eyes again to see what he thought he saw. “Peter. You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. Just thought I saw something.” He shrugs it off and I turn around to head towards the bathroom. It was about 6 in the morning and it was much earlier than what I’m use to.

I clean myself up for the morning and get ready for the day. I checked to make sure that I had packed everything for our trip.

“It’s going to be a little cold down there guys. Peter I packed you a few jackets. Y/n I put one or two of Peter’s in your bag just in case.” My face heats up at the thought of wearing one of Peter’s jackets. That sent my body into overdrive.

“Thanks Aunt May.” Peter and I both say.

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After we had went through security and everything else that happens at the airport. We were finally on the plane. I got so lucky that it was Ned, Peter, and me all in one row.

“We can have a marathon!” I say to Peter. He smiles at that and before we knew it we were taking off.

Later I remember Peter excusing himself and going to the bathroom. I don’t know why but when he was gone for awhile I look back to see him talking to MJ. There was this smile on his face and I instantly got sad. I could never compare to MJ and that was the truth.

I remembered that May put a hoodie in my backpack and I dig it out. It was a dark blue hoodie that had a science emblem decorated on it. It was extremely soft and most of all it smelled just like Peter. My heart was full when I put it on.

When I look over I see Ned smiling at me. “Is that Peter’s?” He asks.

“Yeah. May packed us some extras that’s all.” Ned grins and then I see Peter coming back to his seat. He looks down at Ned like he was ready to tell him something. I watch him look at me and his facial expression just turns soft.

“Is that mine?” Peter asks.

“Uh-yeah. Remember May packed them for us. If it’s like too weird or you know you don’t want MJ to know I can take it off.” I ramble my words out.

“No. No. No it’s okay. It looks good on you.” My face turns hot red and I felt my senses heat up.

“Thank you.” I whisper in shock and Peter returns to his seat.

The rest of the plane ride we watched some marathon of Star Wars that Peter downloaded. Ned was playing his video games and it was relaxing to just be in this moment.

Once we had landed and went through the airport we were directly shuffled to our hotel. We got on a boat that took us through the little town of Venice. It was beautiful and I couldn’t help but just stare in awe. I look behind me and see Peter staring at MJ. I sigh as we continue on and I see Ned looking at me. I didn’t want to raise any alarms so I act like I didn’t see him staring back at me.

“Alright kids here is our hotel.” The boats pull up to this shady building that was having some construction done on it. We pull our bags out and walk in. It was even worse inside but you get what you pay for.

“Go put your stuff in the room and we will get to touring!” All of us run upstairs and get to our rooms. I was rooming with MJ and that made me more nervous than anything.

“So I guess were rooming together.” MJ says randomly and I nod my head.

“It looks to be that way.” I shrug out of the hoodie I had on and put my things together in my bag. I didn’t want to pack my suit but my suit was a different technology. Shuri designed a necklace for me that would activate my suit whenever needed. Mine was always with me. Even though it was suppose to be a vacation you just never know what could happen.

There was a knock at the door and I was hidden behind the door. “MJ.” I hear Peter’s sweet voice.

“Peter.” Her voice perks up.

“You wanna walk together while we tour?” Peter asks and MJ nor Peter could see my frowning face.

“Sure.” She replies and she grabs her stuff walking out of the room. I sit on the bed and put my hands in my face. A loud groan escaped my mouth and I just collapsed on to the bed.

Another knock comes at the door. “Y/n?” Ned says kindly. “You coming?”

“Yeah. Right behind you bud.” I get up and place my back pack on my shoulders. With my camera in hand I follow in behind Ned who tries to tell me about his new findings on Venice.

We toured around for awhile and got to see all the cool tourist attractions. I was loving the culture as well as the beautiful language that came with it. We got to a spot where there was a bridge and the light was shining perfectly on it. The buildings around it were making the colors just pop. Peter was standing there looking out and I take the opportunity to snap a picture of him.

I hear something stir around in the water and I look down. Peter and I stare at the water as it begins to pick up pace. A huge gush of water shoots up and a figure made of water comes out.

“Holy shit.” I say and Peter looks at MJ then me.

“Run. Move.” Peter pushes us both up the street.

“Go guys go!” Peter pushes us around the corner. “Ned get them somewhere safe. I left my suit in my room. But I can’t use it because then everyone will know. Just get them out of here.” I use my senses to hear him. I usher everyone on up the street to safety.

“Go inside here guys!” I shout and put them in a building so they are out of destruction.

“Blue.” I hear through my small ear piece that’s built into my suit. “Do you copy. Code Blue.” I hear Fury say again.

“I’m going to go make sure Peter is okay!” I say and run out of the door to try and find Peter. “I copy Fury. I’m here with Parker but he doesn’t know my identity.” I say.

“Suit up and help him out. Try to stay hidden.” Nick replies. I make the X with my arms and my suit engages. Instantly my hair is placed into two braids and my mask surrounds me. I can analyze everything as I hear the sound of my suit shifting to its full power.

I push off the ground and fly towards the huge figure of water. “Peter I’m here to help.” I land next to him on the building he was perched on.

“What the heck Blue!? Are you following me?” I was almost offended that that’s the first thing he says to me.

“No. I’ve been here for two days now on a special call from Furry.” My tone was bitter. Just as bitter as his was. That’s when we see a green fog coming our way.

“Who is that?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know but he’s fighting the water.” I watch for a moment and then engaged my claws. I take a leap off the building and use my claws to slide down the wall.

When I reach a close enough distance to the figure I tell him I can help. “Just clear his path from the water and I can do the rest. Keep people off the bridge.” I jump from a falling piece of the building flying towards me. I do my best to move people around and get them away from danger.

There was a scream near by and I sprint towards the sound. Around another building I see MJ falling from the sidewalk collapsing. I take a leap off the side of the building and use that force to get me to her faster. My arms grab her waist and I pull her into my body. I twist around to cover her from taking the impact of the concrete.

A hard gasp of air escapes my lungs and I felt something puncture my ribs. Typically my suit would take the impact of it and turn it over to kinetic energy. Shuri designed them that way but I only brought my old suit because I assumed I didn’t need it. “Th-Thank you.” MJ says and I see Ned holding his hand out to help her up to safety. I look over and Peter is hiding behind the wall.

“You’re welcome.” I say. My voice was modified so you couldn’t tell it was me.

I run back to the new guy and I watch as he finally puts the water figure down. I sigh in relief but still felt a sharp pain in my ribs.

“Fury we got it.” I say. A car comes in front of me and the tented windows roll down.

“Get in.” I see Fury and one of the other agents. I climb in the back seat slowly because I could start to feel the workings of a broken rib. I see that Peter was already in the car and I hold on to my side as the car speeds off.

“Seatbelt.” Fury says.

“If I could put the damn seatbelt on I fucking would.” I growl at the pain and Peter looks over at me with a surprised expression.

“Teenagers.” Fury says darkly.

We drive into a tunnel that leads us back to a secluded building. “Let me help you out.” Peter says and comes around to my door. I put my arm around his shoulders and he gently placed his arm around my waist. He helps me walk in behind Fury and the other agent.

Peter sits me down in a chair once we reach a area where other agents were working around. There was a very nice lab and I look around to spot the guy that we seen earlier.

“You guys can call me Beck.” He introduces and I wave at him because I didn’t feel like getting up. One of the agents comes to my aid and uses the technology to scan my inflicted side.

“Can we lay you on the table?” They ask me and I nod my head. Peter walks behind me and helps me up on the table.

“Thanks Parker.” I lay on my non injured side as the agent starts to scan for the injury.

Fury, Beck, and Peter begin talking about what had happened. Beck explains what the water figure was as Peter wigs out about some science facts. Peter holds my hand as the agent presses into my side. The pain made me groan but I kept my composure.

I wish Peter could understand how much it meant for me for him to stay next to me. He held my hand and comforted me the entire time they focused on stitching up my wound.

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A little while later after I had met with Fury and Beck to discuss the situations I was back in my hotel room. Everyone was downstairs watching the news to try and figure out what had happened earlier that day. I was in a lot of pain as my body was trying to heal.

I look at myself in the mirror with just a sports bra on to examine further bruises. There were lots of them. I took a hard fall on something but I’m still not sure what punctured my ribs so roughly.

There was a loud knock at my door and I quickly struggle to find a shirt. I see a hoodie on the bed and throw it on. “Yeah?” I open the door and Peter is standing there with a soft smile on his face. I smile back and let him in.

“Hey. I just came to see if you’re okay. I hadn’t seen you since the bridge accident.” Peter walks over to the bed and I take a seat next to him.

“I’m doing good. It was definitely strange.” I respond faintly. I knew everything but he didn’t know that.

“They are saying on tv that the guy that stopped the thing his name is Mysterio.” I make a hm noise. My eyes look up at Peter’s and I couldn’t help but blush at those puppy eyes. Why wouldn’t he notice me?

“I better get going. I’m glad you’re okay.” He wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes a little too tight for the moment of pain I was in. I let out a groan of pain and Peter backs away quickly. “Woah! I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Peter panics and I lightly giggle to cover myself up.

“Yeah! Just ran into a brick corner when I was trying to get away from some falling debris. That’s all.” I put my hands on my side to maybe ease the pain.

“Let me look.” Peter says. I slowly pull the hoodie over my shoulders and stand up. I look at just the right moment to catch Peter blushing. Once Peter sees the deep blue bruises he completely panics. “Y/n!” He jumps to his feet to get a closer look at my side.

“Shush! Don’t panic Peter. I’m fine. I don’t want to ruin this trip and freak out everyone.” I grab the hoodie again and pull it over my body. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” I hold my pinky out for him to cross. His eyes grow soft with such worry.

“I promise. But just make sure to come get me if it gets worse. Okay?” He places a piece of hair that had fallen out of my messy bun behind my ear. I blush wildly at his sweet action.

“You’ll be the first to know.” Footsteps come walking through the door and I meet MJ’s eyes.

“MJ.” Peter backs away from me. I roll my eyes in frustration. We get so close and then this goddess always has to come in and tear him away from me. All I want is for him to just notice me!

#Peter parker #Spiderman #tom holland #series #parker #spideyboy #imagines

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