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esmes · 11 months ago
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gonna do a load of laundry and watch a sweeney 🥾 and i think that’s a fine way to spend a christmas, don’t you?
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weemssapphic · 3 months ago
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Larissa x Reader headcanons ?
This is just a random assortment of headcanons I have, some NSFW some not!
Larissa is usually an early riser due to work and has made it a habit to make coffee/tea for you in the mornings - on the rare occasions where she sleeps in, you do the same for her, and it manages to make her blush every time.
You usually have to remind her to eat - she often forgets when she's stressed and focused on work, and you're often reminding her to take breaks and have a snack (or drink water, to which she'll reply that the water in her coffee counts).
Larissa is a messy sleeper and drools in her sleep. Sometimes she even snores softly. She denies both vehemently, but you find it adorable, the stark contrast to how poised she is during her waking hours.
All of the pins in her hair can get quite painful after a long day, and there's nothing either of you love more than you insisting on pulling the pins out of her updo and massaging her scalp, as she lets her guard down and lets you take care of her. Also, she'll never say no to foot rubs after kicking off her heels for the evening.
She's always so in control in her professional life that she secretly enjoys giving up that control to you (once she realizes she can trust you, of course). This can look like her letting you make decisions like what to eat for dinner, or like relinquishing all control in the bedroom and letting you dominate her.
At the beginning of your relationship, it took Larissa ages to realize you were flirting with her - and even longer to open up to you fully. Once she does, though, she's all in, and you're as much of a safety net for her as she is for you.
After almost forgetting your anniversary one month due to a stressful week at work, she's put it in her calendar and sets reminders for herself, intent on spoiling you and showing you she cares. In spite of her busy schedule, she manages to make time for you and tries to remember little details about you, even things you've said in passing.
She's not big on PDA - it took her a while to work up to being comfortable holding hands or giving chaste kisses in public, and she won't initiate PDA in any sort of professional setting. That doesn't mean no one knows you're together, however - she's happy to mention you to anyone, any chance she gets, and everyone knows you're together.
One thing she does like to do in public however is touch your lower back when she's walking behind you - she knows the touch drives you wild and, sometimes, enjoys riling you up a bit knowing what'll happen when you get a moment of privacy.
You can read Larissa like a book, and the opposite is true as well - when you're out in public, you can tell by subtle expressions how juicy the debrief on the ride home is going to be, and there's nothing either of you love more than just talking to one another.
Larissa can get quite jealous, though she's too stubborn to admit it. It makes her more clingy, which you think is cute, but she'd deny it until she's blue in the face.
Larissa loves your tits. Looking at them, touching them, making your nipples hard - it's one of her favorite (sexual) things about you.
She's a huge fan of oral sex - especially giving, and she loves dressing up in lingerie and letting you order her around and use her mouth for your own pleasure.
Her lower abdomen is an erogenous zone for her, and she loves when you kiss her there. Her neck and her inner thighs are other sensitive spots for her, and she goes weak in the knees when you kiss behind her ears.
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ashwhowrites · 1 year ago
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Oooh, look who opened their requests! Fitting! Would you want to do an Fboy! Eddie with a reader that gives him both a taste of his own medicine but also a wake up call?
Awesome, so FboyEddie! I just have read so many fics where the reader sleeps with him and gets hurt when he says it's just sex and she ends up giving him a dose of his own medicine by sleeping with a bunch of other guys and I'm like ... why?! Why do you have to sleep with a bunch of other guys just to get back at him, I firmly think that just shrugging and going on your life would hurt WAY more. So of course reader gets hurt when Eddie says he doesn't 'do' relationships but is like "life is short, why cry over spilled (spoiled) milk". And maybe Billy Hargrove helps her, because even though she doesn't want to sleep with him he always likes to piss other guys off and he's just 'you won't risk hurting ME while you get back at that wannabe Van Halen". And when Eddie is pissed and is like "how can you be with Hargrove, he doesn't care about you, he just wants to get into your pants" and reader is like "oh, unlike you, you mean?" and that is an 'aha' moment to Eddie. Sweet and fluffy ending if possible
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I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! As always, thank you for requesting <3
A taste of medicine
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Y/N and Eddie didn't cross paths too much. They had their own group of friends and hobbies. The only time they found themselves in the same place was at school or a party.
Y/N always had a thing for Eddie. She liked his mysterious and rebellious nature. She was attracted to him and she had no problem admitting that to him. He had the hots for her as well, the second she admitted she liked him he grabbed her hand and brought her to his van.
They were desperate, the kiss was hot, heavy, and messy. She clawed at his skin and his mouth attacked every inch of her. The windows fogged around them as Eddie pounded inside of her. Their moans bounced off the van and left no questions for the people outside.
The windows, noises, and the van rocking gave them the exact answer of what they were doing. But it wasn't uncommon for Eddie's van to be fogged up and rocking when he was at a party. It was almost a weekly occurrence. He liked to party and fuck. Everyone knew that about Eddie, especially the girls.
Anytime they wanted a sloppy, meaningless, and quick fuck, they'd go to him. He was damn good too, some girls came back more than once. But as always, he said it would never be more than sex.
"Look, I don't know where your head is, but I don't do relationships," Eddie said, pulling on his shirt.
"Oh," Y/N said she felt a small twig of hurt. The few times they've crossed paths, they got along and talked. Which he didn't do with girls. She was the only girl he talked to outside of sex. She thought she was different and maybe just a tad bit special. But she wasn't.
"Well, that's alright! Have a good night, Munson." She said, her voice chirpy and unbothered as she crawled out of his van.
Eddie didn't have a reaction when she slammed the doors shut.
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The few times they passed each other, she gave him a small smile and kept on walking. She never came up to talk to him, not that she did before. But he guessed maybe she'd cling on to him the same way the rest of the girls did.
When they ran into each other at the next party, he was confused by her unbothered behavior. She talked to him the same way as before. She was friendly, smiling, and acting like nothing happened between them.
Even when a girl interrupted them, and was whispering in Eddie's ear, there was no sense of jealousy in Y/N's eyes.
The girl even went as far as to kiss Eddie in front of Y/N and all she did was smirk and walk off. A smirk that said, "Have a nice time."
Why wasn't she bothered?
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Y/N left Eddie with his new girl of the night. The girl seemed to want Eddie's attention and Y/N didn't need to stand in the middle of that.
"I see you didn't fall for his spell." A voice said next to her. She looked over her shoulder to see Billy Hargrove behind her
"Life is short, nothing to dwell on." Y/N shrugged, she filled a red cup with a drink. Then she poured one for Billy and handed it to him.
"Do you know what might be fun?" Billy asked, his blue eyes snapping to Eddie and then back to her. She raised her eyebrows and turned her body to face him.
"Let's get back at him. It's time he realized not everyone is going to cry and beg for him back." Billy explained.
"One, I'm not sleeping with you just to get back at him. I don't sleep with random guys for any reason unless I want to have fun. And second, I'm not crying nor going to beg for him back. Involving you doesn't matter to me." She explained she wasn't a child. She wasn't going to get back at Eddie by sleeping around. She'd be doing exactly what he does. Plus she didn't think he'd care.
"Okay, fine. All fair points. We don't have to sleep together. Look, I need to make a girl jealous and you're hot. No feelings involved on either side, let me wine and dine you a few times. You get free food, might make wannabe Van Halen jealous, and you help me get the girl." Billy shrugged.
It didn't sound like a bad idea. She didn't care to make Eddie jealous. Billy was attractive and why say no to a few dates just to have fun? She liked dating and she liked getting spoiled. Billy wasn't expecting anything from it and neither was she.
"You got yourself a deal Hargrove."
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Eddie found himself confused. He slept with Y/N, something he's been dying to do. And he craved her again. He waited and waited to see if she'd crawl back, like the other girls do. But she didn't. At the past few parties, she was always talking with Billy Hargrove and that didn't sit well with Eddie. He felt his insides burn when Billy had his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
How could she be so stupid? A guy like Billy Hargrove would never bother with a girl unless he was trying to get in her pants. Why would Y/N let herself be used like that?
And why did Eddie care so much?
For once, Eddie went after a girl. He ditched every girl that walked up to him that night. His fingers itching to run up under Y/N's dress. His mouth watered as he thought about her cunt on his tongue. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
He walked right up to her, she was standing alone for a second. Eddie took the chance.
"I've been thinking about you." He whispered in her ear, his arms wrapping around her as he stood behind her. He didn't waste a second, his hand slipping up her thigh. He could feel the goosebumps on her skin and the way she shuffled.
"Oh yeah? About what?" She edged on. If Eddie wanted just sex, she could do that.
"Your cunt clenching around my big cock. Your nails scratching down my chest as you ride me. Tits bouncing in my face as you swirl your hips. Riding me until you cum, using me until you're satisfied. Cum dripping out of you as you walk back into the party." His words went straight to her cunt. She took his hand and headed for his van.
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Eddie panted as the sweat dripped down his forehead. His eyes half open as she crawled off his lap. Her skin glistened in sweat as she clipped back on her bra.
"Was that good?" He asked a hint of insecurity in his tone. She didn't ask him to fuck, he had to ask her. He had to make sure this time she felt him for hours, forcing her to think about him.
She looked at him a little confused and slightly laughed. "Yeah, it was good, Munson." She continued to get dressed and Eddie lay there naked.
He felt a little relief but also conflicted that she laughed.
"See you inside!" She said as she jumped out of the van. The doors slammed in his face yet again.
This time he wasn't going to let it go. He threw on his boxers and jeans. He didn't bother with his shirt, just throwing on his jacket. He marched back inside after her.
There she was, back with Billy like they didn't fuck each other's brains out in his van.
He walked up to them, yanking her away from Billy's grasp.
"Woah, Munson. Chill out. Don't hurt the pretty girl." Billy teased. He could practically see the steam coming out of Eddie's ears.
"Shut it." Eddie snapped, then he looked back at Y/N.
"What are you doing with him?" Eddie asked
"Um? Hanging out?" Y/N said she was confused. And she was confused as to why Eddie cared.
"Hanging out with Hargrove? Oh come on, he only wants to get in your pants! He doesn't care about you."
Y/N scoffed and shook her head. "Oh, unlike you, you mean? From what I can remember, after we hooked up you pretty much said sex was all it was"
He guess he never realized that. He was the one being stupid. He was the one who sounded like an idiot. He marched up planning to make her open her eyes, but her eyes were open.
Y/N rolled her eyes at his silence and marched off.
"Smooth, Munson." Billy teased, his hand slamming down on Eddie's shoulder. "I'll let you in on a little secret. She likes you way more than she thinks. You've got a chance, but the more you carry on with this fuck boy act, it gets smaller and smaller."
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The hard part of always telling girls it was just sex, was not knowing a thing about them. Eddie had no idea where Y/N lived, worked, or a way to see her. He didn't have a number to call and he was embarrassed to ask around.
So he had to wait for Monday to arrive before he could apologize. He figured at least the extra time would give her time to calm down and give him time to figure out what he would say. But he still had no clue.
Eddie looked around every hallway he could, he even arrived at school early to find her. To his surprise, he found her. And not to his surprise she rolled her eyes when she saw him.
"Before you walk away!" He raced after her, his hand on her elbow.
"I want to apologize for my comment about Billy. I was the one who shut anything down and I have no right to speak on what you do. " Eddie started, his apology caused her to stay. Her head to the side as she nudged him on.
"I guess I never liked a girl enough to think past sex, and that's a dick move on my part. I was intrigued by you and I thought if we had sex, it would go away. And it didn't. I wanted you again and again. At first, I thought it was for sex. But the two times you shrugged me off, it hurt. And Billy helped me realize, if I was hurt, I can't imagine how hurt you could have felt. I don't want you to feel used. You are worth way more than that."
"Eddie, what are you trying to say?"
"I'm sorry and I want more than sex with you." Eddie said, plain and short. Right to his point.
"So now that it's you that wants it, you should just get it?" She asked
"No! I know that you have every right to never see me again. But I was hoping that the part that likes me or used to like me, might still be there and want to give me a second chance?" He asked, he never felt so nervous in front of a girl before. And he felt so seen and vulnerable.
"Look, I was fine with it being just sex, but I do like you. Yeah, it hurt a little bit that you wanted nothing more, but I wasn't surprised. And I wasn't going to crawl into a ball and cry about it. At the end of the day you are just a boy," she said, Eddie felt like this wasn't going in the direction he wanted. "But, maybe after a few dates, you'll be more than just a boy. " A small smile on her face.
"Okay now what are you saying?" Eddie asked.
"Cut off the girls, don't sleep with anyone else, take me on some dates, and after that, we'll see." She said, her head up high as she walked past him. Her shoulder brushed his.
She felt proud and she walked like she owned him, because in a way she did. No one ever had Eddie Munson on a leash but she was ready to drag him all around.
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alottiegoingon · 5 months ago
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lottie matthews x reader
warnings: suggestive but nothing explicit, bad relationship with parents mentioned, no pronouns used, just fluff overall, not proofread.
there's many versions for this alphabet so i did the one i liked better :)
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affection (how affectionate is she?)
a lot! i think lottie wouldn't be too affectionate at first, probably a little shy, but once she feels comfortable she's always touching you. holding your hand, rubbing your knee or arm, fixing your hair as an excuse to play with your hair. would also say "i love you" a thousand times a day.
best friend (what would lottie be like as a best friend?)
i may be canceled over this but i think lottie would find it difficult to make friends and mantain the friendship right away cause she always had a bad relationship/bad example from her parents. but when you become friends, she would be so sweet. she'd help you to study for finals, invite you over to her house, invite you to go shopping with her (aka stealing).
cuddle (how does lottie like to cuddle?)
big spoon or not, she's happy either way. cuddling after a long day could fix all her problems (maybe not all of them but it would help lots!!)
domestic (how is she at cooking/cleaning...?)
since lottie always had maids and housekeepers, she'd SUCK at cooking and cleaning in my opinion. she'd be able to burn a boiled egg! but then she'd love to learn it with you.
emotions (how does she express her emotions around you?)
lottie would be very open to share her feelings. maybe could feel a bit insecure but she trusts you well enough and you'd always comfort and reassure her.
family (does she want one?)
biiig yes! lottie has a fucked up family, let's be honest. so i think she'd be very happy to have a family of her own, much happier, healthier and supportive than the one she was born into. she'd be SUCH a great mom and wife.
gifts (does lottie like spoiling you?)
do i even have to say anything? she'd spend tons of money on you. taking you to the movies, to fancy restaurants, buying you clothes, books and whatever you need. lottie feels really good when spoiling you with gifts, she loves to see you smile and how shy you get.
honesty (does she have any secrets?)
everyone has their own secrets. for lottie, it was her medication. she felt deeply insecure about it, largely because her parents always stressed how ill she was and that something was fundamentally wrong with her. when lottie decided to share it with you, she was so scared that it made your heart break and you had to tell her multiple times about how amazing, sweet and kind she is and how wrong her parents were for saying those things. taking medication doesn’t define her (or anyone else) as flawed or damaged.
injury (how would she react if you got hurt?)
that girl would go feral if you were in allie's place and had broken your leg. if the plane had crash, she'd go crazy looking for you and making sure that you were safe and alive. during her little antler queen phase, she wouldn't let anyone get too close to you and would NEVER let you go hunt.
jealousy (is she jealous?)
lottie does get jealous but not crazy jealous (unless if she's on shrooms...). if someone was hitting on you, lottie would have her hands all over you, on your waist, hair or hands, telling the person that you have a girlfriend. if they insisted, then she'd probably be pissed and scare them off.
kiss (how does she kiss you? how does she like to be kissed?)
most of the time, she'd be a soft kisser, very gentle. unless you decided to get things a lil more intense, she prefers to kiss/get kissed in those cute slow and passionate kisses from movies. doesn't mean she doesn't like it rough tho...
love (who said ‘I love you’ first?)
that's debatable. either was you or she said it accidentally and blushed at the moment you mentioned it.
memory (what’s her favorite memory of you together?)
something really corny but adorable like spending time together under a tree just talking and kissing or the moment you first had sex/said i love you to each other. or something like meeting your parents or meeting you for the first time.
night (how are nights spent with her?)
cuddles, movies and late night talks. but before she'd help you make dinner if you lived together (she would just watch, "disturb" you by getting all touchy when you're cooking, and bossing you around).
open (when would she start revealing things about herself?)
she would not bring the meds thing up until she fully trusted you. if talking about her bad relationship with her parents, i don't think she tries to hide it since she mentioned how her dad showed affection in a poor way by getting the girls a private plane to get them to the nationals.
pet names (what pet names does she use?)
baby, angel, love, sweetheart, gorgeous, pretty girl/boy if you don't use gender neutral pronouns. she's the cutest.
quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)
anything. literally anything as long as you're with her. cooking together, reading together, shopping together!!!, just chatting and cuddling.
remember (does she remember things about you?)
lottie would remember everything you'd say to her. siblings/cousins names, first pet, first crush, favorite food, how old you were when you did something important or silly. she loves you and likes to show you how much she cares.
security (how protective is she? how would she like to be protected?)
very protective. if you were in the plane, she would've hugged you while crashing :(( if she was the antler queen, she'd constant watch you and make sure you were feeling great at all times. lottie doesn't say it out loud but she loves and needs the feeling of protection. she loves when you stand up for her, take care of her and hug her tight to protect her. (my poor girl she just have some mommy issues leave her alone >:()
try (how much effort would she puts into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
again, she loves and cares a lot. would plan the cutest dates and anniversaries and gift you with things she knows you'd love. in everyday tasks, she'd do anything to please you, including cleaning so you wouldn't have to do it after a long day at work.
understanding (how well does she know you? is she empathetic?)
this should be common sense at this point but lottie is SO empathetic. to you and to anyone else. she takes care of you and everyone, make sure everyone is safe. even during her time in switzerland (malcolm matthews im in your walls) she comforted that woman during a crisis. she's an angel.
value (how important is the relationship to her?)
you and your relationship with her means everything. she values and cherishes it so so so much.
wedding (how does she propose?)
if you were shy/reserved, lottie would know better than to propose to you in public. even if you weren't, i feel like she'd love to propose away from people's eyes. just the two of you. she had an entire speech prepared full of pretty words but was sobbing so hard that you had to help her through it. (truly believe she would like to get married surrounded by nature).
x-ray (is she able to read you?)
she knows you so well. she knows if you're happy, sad, uncomfortable, angry, upset. she can red you sooo easily and always knows what to say or what to do.
yearning (how well does she copes when separated from you)
she'd turn into a sad/annoyed mess. definitely has separation anxiety. adult lottie would handle it much better though, but would miss you endlessly.
zen (what makes her feel calm)
cuddles, hearing your voice talking about random things to distract her or help her with anxiety, calm songs, tea, romantic and cute moments, hearing about your day and telling you about hers.
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peaches2217 · 3 months ago
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Anyone order some Expectant Papa Mario? No? Too bad, I'm in brainrot tonight.
I'm so sorry.
Mario's the kinda guy that will drop EVERYTHING to go coo and make faces at and play with any baby that crosses his path, so it's really no surprise that he starts doing the exact same with his own kid... before she's even born.
It starts when Peach excitedly calls him into the bathroom while she's getting ready to shower one night and shows him the absolute tiniest, least noticeable bump in her abdomen, so small it took getting naked and looking at herself in profile in the mirror to even recognize it. It's been a few weeks since they got the news, but this is when it really hits both of them that Oh, there's a baby in there. And suddenly Mario's kneeling down so he can kiss and press his cheek against Peach's stomach, talking to it like whatever's within can actually hear him yet — "Look at you! Already getting so big! You keep getting big and strong for us, okie-dokie? Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" And Peach eventually has to push him away through fits of laughter because that area is way too ticklish for all that kissing. The nightly ritual of Storytime (amended to Daddy-Daughter Storytime when finding out they're having a girl some months later) begins the following evening and is religiously observed to the day of her birth.
The first time he feels their daughter kick, it's in response to Peach's voice. Mario spends the next several nights with his head against Peach's chest and his hand on her belly, singing lullabies and telling their baby all sorts of stories, jumping back and forth between English and Italian, trying to see what will get her to react to his voice. But Peach's voice is the only one to get a response out of her for a while, leading Mario to, of all things, start making bribes. He'll get her a whole stable of Yoshis, she'll never have to so much as touch a vegetable if she doesn't want, he'll have an entire castle built from scratch just for her, and all she has to do is kick his palm, right now. Peach tries to offer suggestions for his bribes, but he dramatically shushes her if she speaks any louder than a whisper. The offers are only valid if she kicks for him and him alone!
One such night, after much giggling between the couple but little success, Mario gives up for the evening, assuring his little albicoccetta that he'll spoil her no matter how stubborn she insists on being. "Papà ti vuole tanto bene," he tells her. And then he feels a nudge against his hand, just as he finishes speaking. He proceeds to tell her this exact phrase every night before bed for the rest of his natural life.
The bribes make a return as Peach enters her third trimester and their little girl's nighttime activities prevent her from getting a decent night's rest. It's annoying, yes, but still those nights always feel worth it; whether it's at 10 PM or 3 AM, Mario will get her a warm drink, help her get comfortable again, and proceed to offer impractical material riches to their baby in exchange for settling down for the night. Sometimes that's enough, and he'll ask Peach to remind him to add everything he's offered tonight to their ever-growing imaginary list of things they're obligated to give their child once she's born. Other nights, just hearing his voice won't calm her down, or Peach will be sincerely uncomfortable to the point of pain, or they'll both be too tired to keep up the comical charade, so he'll just hold his wife close and hum songs or mutter half-awake nothings to soothe both of his girls.
(One night in particular, he tries the gentler approach of kissing her belly and asking their baby nicely if she'll consider mellowing out. The resulting kick to the face is shockingly strong, enough that it actually kind of hurts; he and Peach just stare at each other in dumbfounded shock for a moment before collapsing into laughter. "Rude!" he chastises, wagging his finger at her stomach. "You're grounded! You're not allowed to leave your room for the next two months, capito?")
Mario's in an absolute panic by the time he reaches Peach's bedside, berating himself for leaving her side for even a SECOND, asking her how she's managing the pain, reminding her to breathe, he's here, he'll see her through this — but her water just broke like ten minutes ago and the contractions are easily manageable, so if anyone needs all that attention and comfort, it's him. After assuring him that she's alright, Peach takes his hand and presses it to her belly, where he quickly feels a feeble kick. "She's saying she can't wait to meet you," she tells Mario, and yeah, that's enough to calm him down for now. "You be good for Mama," he answers back with a cheeky grin. "Don't give her too much trouble, alrighty?"
The request ultimately goes unheeded, because it's another ten hours before it's over, and it's almost surreal to think something that small could cause so much agony. Half a day's worth of tension and fear and helplessness comes crashing down watching their daughter take her first breaths against Peach's chest, hearing her first tiny cries, and the rush of all these huge and conflicting feelings makes Mario's legs feel weak. "Combinaguai!" he finds himself saying, hovering a hand nearby but not quite close enough to touch her. She looks so fragile. "What did I say? 'Don't give Mama too much trouble!' That was a lot of trouble!" His teasing makes Peach laugh, and hearing that carefree laugh after she's endured so much suffering brings him so much relief that his throat closes up, and suddenly he can't say anything else.
"Hey," he manages a short time later, cradling his daughter for the first time while nurses see to Peach. She looks even smaller all swaddled and clean, fast asleep in his arms, and for the first time since he began talking to her, he's at a complete loss for words. That is, until she stirs at his timid greeting, blinking up at him with drowsy topaz eyes. Peach's eyes. And suddenly Mario has everything to say. There's so much he wants to tell her, so many promises he wants to make, so many stories he wants to recount, so many jokes he wants to crack, and he wants to do it all right now. But he doesn't even know where to begin. So, for the time being, he tells her the one thing his exhausted brain can actually put into words right now, choked between joyful tears and the heaviest, most overwhelming affection he's ever felt in his life:
"Ti voglio bene. Ti voglio bene. Papà ti vuole tanto bene."
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isbreulla · 2 months ago
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Any head canons you're willing to share about Sarah, Snape, and co? I'm invested.
Here are some headcanons for you...
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Once Anya gives birth to Sarah and dies during childbirth in Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic considers leaving the child with the Dolohov family but first tries to find out who the child's father is. Severus Snape is confirmed as Sarah's father and gains custody of her.
After Snape is confirmed as Sarah's biological father, the Ministry spends a few months trying everything they can to take custody of Sarah away from Snape, believing that he could be a danger to the child due to his past as a Death Eater.
At this moment, Snape fears losing his daughter to the Ministry, but at the same time he questions whether he will be the father she deserves.
With Dumbledore's help, Snape manages to keep custody of his daughter.
From now on, Snape will do everything to protect Sarah and to prove to the Ministry that he is a good father, and would never be a risk to his daughter. Thus, he becomes very overprotective.
Snape had no idea how to raise a child, so he did what he did best, he studied. He read every book on parenting he could find and became a master at being a father.
Snape never liked children in general, Sarah was his only exception. He would do anything for her. Within limits, he didn't want to raise a spoiled brat.
When Sarah was a toddler Snape would take her to play in a park near Spinner's End, but he would keep her close at all times. If any stupid child bothered her, he would scare them away.
Snape does not use corporal punishment. He does not want to be like his father in any way. His method of discipline is time-out… Sometimes a pinch or a tug on the ear every now and then, nothing serious.
As Sarah grows up, Snape becomes increasingly anxious and stressed.
Snape expects academic excellence from Sarah, and always guides her towards the path he believes is right.
Aside from his past as a Death Eater and Sarah's mother, Snape is very honest with Sarah, he tries to tell her the truth about the world, they talk a lot about lots of different subjects.
Snape may be seen as a conservative father to many people, but the truth is that he only wants the best for his daughter, and he honestly does everything to see her happy.
When Sarah comes out to him, Snape is not surprised. But he makes sure she knows she is loved and that he will support and protect her always.
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Sarah's coping mechanism is to write her frustrations in her diary.
Sarah hates most of the people in her house at Hogwarts, but most specifically Pansy Parkinson. The girl is a living hell.
Sarah is a sassy girl, even to her father. But she tries to control herself around other people, because she doesn't want them to take him less seriously because of her.
Sarah knows better than to argue with her father when it comes to his rules. But that doesn't mean she'll accept them without complaint.
The main reason why Sarah is always arguing with her father is because she doesn't know anything about her mother, but also because Snape tends to keep her in a bubble at all times.
Sarah is the affectionate one of the family. She loves to hug her father all the time (when no one is looking of course).
When she was younger, Sarah liked to paint her father's nails.
Sarah lived at Hogwarts before becoming an official student, but the rule was that she couldn't leave her father's quarters without him… A rule she broke countless times.
Sarah loves toads, but Snape is disgusted by them so she could never have one. One time Sarah sneaked a toad home to test a potion on it, and the toad ended up multiplying… She was in trouble.
Ron Weasley doesn't really like Sarah because he thinks she's too much like her father. Sarah thinks he's a bit of an idiot.
Hermione also doesn't like Sarah at first, because she doesn't believe she can be trusted. But little by little they become friends.
Sarah knows that Snape has to protect Harry, and this makes her slightly jealous. She doesn't like the boy very much at first, but she always tries to help him as much as she can.
… and that's enough for today folks!
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seratopia · 1 year ago
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miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - soft → she/her pronouns!
the first time miguel says "i love you." based off this beautiful artwork
A feeling in Miguel's chest has been welling up like a dam on the verge of overflowing. His heart feels so full lately, almost bursting at the seams with a sensation so sweetly saccharine and warm at the same time.
Yet, it's familiar.
It's been so long since he's felt this. Like a starved man in front of a platter of food, Miguel wants nothing more to spoil himself with your affections. Now, whenever he thinks about you, it's in a lens of adoration and infatuation, so bright and almost tinted with pink.
He thinks he loves you, the way he always wonders how you feel, the way butterflies always flutter around his heart when you kiss him, the way his hands were always meant to be on your skin.
Ever since Miguel realized that he loves you, he didn't know what to do with himself. He wants to tell you so bad, to show you how much you mean to him. Every time he tries to vocalize his feelings, he's left with his mouth agape with no voice in his throat. He's utterly speechless, clueless on how to say it.
"My love, are you okay?" You always ask him, trailing your little hand over his chest.
He coughs a little, blinking his eyes a bit. "Yeah honey, I'm fine."
He doesn't know who to ask, or if he should ask at all on what to do. Miguel despises being lost, he hates not knowing things that seem so simple and casual.
Normally, the person he'd ask for anything would he you, but obviously he couldn't do that without spilling his heart out onto the floor for you. You've made him too opaque with love.
What he does know though, is that an "I love you." should come out naturally.
It happens when Miguel least expects; a call.
He got a little lonely, left all alone to do ugly work and missions at the office while you got to lounge on your off day. He misses you a little too much; the ghost of your touch and scent lingering nearby as if you were actually there.
Everything he could be doing right now could be with you, but Miguel pouts. You should be spending time with him instead, letting him touch you and kiss you and feed you. Instead, you're out on your off-day, out into Nueva York enjoying yourself.
At first, he thinks about just waiting until you come back to work so that he can take you home. But, then he remembers that you'll be, "gone until 7" so that plan was out the window.
Your off-days to him were both a blessing and a curse; you get the break you rightfully deserve, but Miguel has to go a whole day without you. (How tragic.)
It's moments like these that really make Miguel realize that he loves you. He longs for you, even when you'll only be gone for less than a day.
If the plan to wait is out the window, then Miguel thinks that the best he can do is just call you. Hearing your voice through a low-quality mic is enough to send him miles, or at least until you come back.
He leans his arms against his desk for a moment, gazing at the watch on his wrist as if it'll give him an answer to whether or not he should call you. Is he being too clingy? Did you want some time alone?
Miguel supposes, that a short call would suffice. He'll call you quickly to say hi, and then he'll leave you to your devices. You won't even have to worry about tending to him.
It takes him a moment, but eventually, he presses that call button. Once the dial starts to ring, Miguel's heart rate rises. He almost doesn't know why he gets so nervous around you, but he knows you wouldn't mind.
"Hi hun. You need something?" You greet, and Miguel nearly bites down a sigh from how heavenly your voice sounds.
I need you. Miguel thinks, but he just can't bring himself to say it.
You can recognize the specific way Miguel's voice gets when he talks with you; gentler and airier. It's sweet.
"Hi, sweetie..." Miguel sighs, his cheek against his arm as he starts into the watch. "...I just miss you, that's all."
The way you chuckle is delightful, Miguel subconsciously smiling to himself. It makes him giddy, and something in his heart starts to grow.
"Awww, Miguelito. I miss you too." You say, warmth blooming on Miguel's face.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in line getting dinner right now, at Anton's. Do you want anything? I know you like the fried plantains they have."
Miguel gets excited, happily dreaming about sitting down at home to eat with you, just so he could stare at you the entire time.
"Can we share?" Miguel asks. "Get the plantains too."
"Of course, honey."
It sounds like you're listing your order the way he could still hear your voice, muffled and faraway from the mic. He waits the whole time, hearing your polite laughs and thanks from afar.
Miguel thinks back to the first time you went to Anton's together, after you had recommended it to him. Comforting food with his most favorite person was a memory imprinted in his mind, fluffy and raw with love.
He hears a bit more shuffling from the other end, and it appears as though you've taken a seat somewhere to wait.
"I'm back-"
"I think I love you."
Miguel's mind almost goes blank, sheer emotion guiding his voice to spill those sacred words.
"..."
A deadly chill runs up Miguel's spine, his heartbeat quickening and his face blanching when all he can hear from the other end is silence. It extends for only a few seconds, but to Miguel, it's more of three years long.
Instantly, Miguel starts to regret it, a choking, terrible feeling soaking his mind like water traveling up a napkin. He was too forward, too ubrupt-
"Really?"
Miguel virtually chokes on thin air when he hears your voice, hesitant yet hopeful.
"Yeah." Is all he can really say in the moment. He's walking on eggshells with you, near bending over backwards so that he can preserve what love he has left from you.
There's a moment of suspenseful silence, and Miguel almost starts to sweat from how on edge he is.
"Well, I love you too, Miguel."
The biggest, fattest weight is thrown off Miguel's chest, like a dam being burst open. Adoration swells in Miguel's eyes, and a smile creeps up onto his face. You love him!
Though, something in Miguel tells him that he always knew.
"Can you... say it again?" Miguel mutters, still a little embarrassed from the whole ordeal.
His request makes you smile. He's such a boy.
"I love you, Miguelito."
Miguel wants to scream when you finally tell him, resisting every urge to just flip his desk over right then and there. There's an angry blush on his face, and his heart skips a few beats. You're perfect.
"Oh my god, honey, say it again. Please." Miguel sighs, tucking his face into his forearm.
You giggle a little. "Miguel, I have to pick up the food! I'll tell you all you want when I get back, m'kay?"
"...M'kay." Miguel pouts, excitement already building up at the thought of being able to hear your love for him in person. It makes him nervous, a little light to the head at the thought.
"Love you, bye."
Before Miguel has a chance to say anything, you hang up the call, and he's left alone. He's speechless.
Reality slowly starts to trickle in, and Miguel realizes his adorable accomplishment. After nearly a month of holding back his feelings, he finally was able to tell you in person.
It feels amazing, almost like he broke a barrier in your relationship. With Miguel at the peak of the mountain, it's all downhill from here.
He promises to himself that he'll practice telling you how he feels, now that he knows you feel the exact same way. It should get easier over time, he thinks, fantasized about the sweetness, the domesticity of it all.
He's never been more excited to get you back home, eager to smother you with his hands and eat sweet plantains with you.
Miguel's aware he doesn't know how to share his feelings as easily as you do...
but he's working on it.
if anyone is wondering, yes, i switched accounts from my old one, @cosmosis, all of my writings will continue on this blog
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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year ago
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I love Kenpachi "Raised By Eagles" Zaraki, and learning how this affects his behavior and worldview but how does this change Yachiru?
Kenpachi might be human-shaped but he's a bird to the core. How bird like is Yachiru as a consequence? Is her first language Eagle as well? Has she met her extended family (grandmother, aunts, perhaps cousins too) and had flying lessons?
I just love the image of Yachiru being a Chaotic Fledgling, and behind her is a grinning Kenpachi that is just as much a Buck Wild Bird, he's just better at playing at being human.
(if kenpachi is a prince, is yachiru thus a princess?)
One Small Correction: Kenpachi is a Sword Guy at his deepest core, but he still considers himself Culturally Eagle, but also that's only one of like 147 Identities he uses. Man collects personas and cultures and memes and jobs and identities like lint, but don't worry- that's just how Things Like Him live.
Kenpachi is also, technically, a Prince, and if he wasn't allergic to honorifics, he would be well within his rights to tell the Kuchiki clan to call him "Kotaishi-Denka", but he doesn't like being called a title he didn't earn. Moreover, he can only tell the nobles that little fun fact *once*, so he's keeping it in his back pocket for the most opportune moment.
Don't Worry about it :)
As for Yachiru:
It's a tough call which is her first language because Kenpachi was speaking to her in Japanese and Eagle and the language of the Northern Tribes he spent a lot of his adolescence with, and the common language of the small spirits like Kodama and Koropokkur when she was an infant and learned them all simultaneously.
Japanese is actually Zaraki's fifth language, and he's been learning how to talk shit in Spanish recently.
Eagle is definitely Yachiru's favorite language to swear in though. Nothing quite as cathartic as a good screech that blasphemes six different gods and curses the object of offense for seven generations in both directions.
Yachiru's gestures and posture are... odd. Some are distinctly Eagle, but she's a constant finger-drummer and hummer, lies and sleeps on her stomach as a matter of preference, walks as easily on her hands as her feet, and writes as easily with her toes as her fingers.
Some of that is learned Directly from her father, but a lot of it seems to be her own peculiarities that all children develop but most have harassed out of them by their parents. Kenpachi had little regard for "proper" behavior out of a child, beyond not endangering herself or getting him in undue trouble. He also has a lot of strange ways of moving that his Mother never tried to correct out of him, so they're both odd birds in that both of them are about five steps to the left of any ind of typical and don't mask a goddamn thing.
As for Yachiru's Extended Family, she occupies a unique position in the family of She Who Rules The Sky.
Yachiru is Her first grandchild.
Oh, certainly, She has laid and raised many, many generations of Eagle, but per tradition and common sense, they move far, far away from Her before having their own offspring to avoid competing with Her, and their children do the same. But Kenpachi comes to visit his Mother and sisters- a strange thing, but he's not eating the same food or trying to build a nest in the same place, so it works.
She Who Rules The Sky is DELIGHTED by Her Granddaughter, and spoils Yachiru rotten with attention and fresh kills and embarrassing stories about her father when he was young.
At least some of the way Yachiru hangs off Kenpachi's back is based on how he learned how to hang onto his Mother during Flying lessons, and how her grandmother taught her to do the same, but hanging onto Her neck, on account of how small Yachiru is.
She Who Rules The Sky and both Yachiru's Aunts are all very concerned about how small she is. Her appetite is certainly healthy enough, but she grows so slowly. Zaraki's assurances that there are Human Women he works with that are full-grown adults scarcely half again Yachiru's size does nothing to avail their fears, and makes Rukia sneeze.
Zaraki's sisters have not taken Names either, but for the sake of convenience, they allow Yachiru to call them Ane-Oba and Imuto-Oba, as Kenpachi is the middle sibling, according to order of appearance in the nest.
Eagle kinship terminology is different than human in that only the siblings from the same clutch are your brothers or sisters, and who is the older or younger is determined by the hatching order rather than laying order. Your mother's previous clutches are your aunts and uncles, and your mother's clutch-mates are also your aunts and uncles, but with a higher level of grammatical deference. "Grandparent" is an entirely novel concept to Eagles, who almost never meet theirs, and hearing how active grandmothers are in the raising of their grandchildren fascinates She Who Rules The Sky.
Consequently, Kenpachi isn't a Prince because he's an Eagle.
He's a Prince because She Who Rules The Sky is a straight-up Kami, and a big damn deal, because She has jurisdiction over EVERYTHING in the sky- Other birds, Weather, Shinigami if they go higher than the roof of the tallest building in a square mile, the fucking moon (technically), Bats (but only when they come out at night. What they do in caves is none of Her business and also She doesn't want to think about it.), and anything some idiot might try shooting at Her.
"Prince" isn't quite accurate- it's not an inherited title, but She Who Rules The Sky told Kenpachi after he became a captain to Officially Manage whatever Humans and Shinigami were doing in the sky for Her, on account of being closer and having at least one eye to keep on them.
So technically he's a Nepo Unpaid Intern, but a Nepo Unpaid Intern that could smote anybody right out of the air, so most birds and lesser Kami use the more respectful title of "Prince" instead.
He does not use this ability often, because he'd rather try to get someone to fight him, but he does not hold back with it where mosquitoes are concerned.
It's cromulent to Eagles that he should inherit the responsibility though, because it's usually the youngest clutch that inherit a nest site or hunting territory upon the demise of a parent, and while She shows no signs of dying any time soon, it's the way of Kami to train and hand off lesser responsibilities to their children as their domains expand.
Hence, Yachiru is not a Princess in the sense that she has a title to inherit, but she is one in that Kenpachi trusts everything she tells him and defers to her on things like "math" and "where the fuck are we going?" because she's better at those than he is, and in that sense, she is his Princess.
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costelloschoice · 11 months ago
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Mizu x Cowgirl! reader headcanons -Mizu x fem!reader -hi so I totally don't have a self insert that is a cowgirl and want to share my ideas about this LMAO -but seriously, I love this idea and idc if a cowboy wouldn't be here during this time period. We're here to have fun -comments and reblogs are appreciated :](pls I love readin comments and interacting with yall)
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Sfw:
Okay so....wow
You are a completely different life form to Mizu
Your clothes? Crazy.
Your cowgirl hat will be the first thing she would notice, cause what type of that???
Leather pants with chaps on top
damn bro? who dressed you?
Your accent is also strange, why do you talk like that?
Ofc she will see you as a threat at first cause who are you and where did you even come from...plus that revolver in your side holster ain't helping
But once you proved yourself to her you don't mean harm, you're allowed to hang- you would score more brownie points with her
Mizu would def be intrigued by your backstory and why you're here in Japan
Late night talks by the fire
Even sneaking off to show her star gazing and small stories to share about the stars
Play guitar? Show off to her
Sing her songs and little bops you've learned or made on your own
Would die if you wrote one about her
You tame horses like it's nothing and its impressive to her
impressed more in you can ride without a saddle
Your lasso?
See wants to see you use it
has some thoughts of you tying up your enemies while fighting...
Once you guys develop a romantic relationship, she'll be excited but nervous
Excited cause you're great and accept her, but you guys are from two different cultures and lives
Will it work out?
Ofc it will...cause I say so
Will try on your cowgirl hat and do finger guns, even do impressions on you
Hasn't smiled this much in so long, it's like you casted a spell of some sort
Let her ride your horse with her
You have a fun side but also your serious side
Impressed when she sees you FINALLY use a sword like she taught your
speaking of that
she will force you to let her train you to sword fight instead of always relying on that damn revolver
She is impressed you can fight, but just not sword fight
Will hug and praise you in private about it later
"You should've seen yourself...You did so well, so beautiful wielding the sword,"
Will be willing to try your culture's food, even if she doesn't like it, she will appreciate it
When you get mad, and your accent gets thicker...sorry she can't keep up with what you're saying
But!!!
She loves to see you defend her, even if you're really outspoken
Specially with Taigen? Yeah, even though she can fight her own battles
Her favorite line? When you yelled at Akemi for crying too loud during the tea house situation
"Stop cryin' before I give you somethin' to cry about, girl.."
idk she loved see a spoiled girl being put in her place
but she knows you mean well
You were different but a good difference in her life <3
Nsfw:
going back to that damn lasso
wants you to tie her up, she's seen you do it and trusts you fully
would want to learn from you, for sexual and non-sexual reasons
LOVES to ride your strap
and yes
you make her follow the "hat rule"
hates it
but in the moment, she doesn't care too much, and will wear it
when you ride her? You wearin' it
now she sees why you love it
Your accent with dirty talk? Makes her weak in the knees
especially when your whisper in her ear
Your soft yet rough nature makes the sex life 10x better to her
You tell her something one night as a joke
"Save a horse, ride a cowgirl"
and she did
and loved it cause you made sure the ride was rough and wild
making love after star gazing? Yes pls
By the fire? Mhmm
Your soft voice with after care as well? Makes her so giddy and helps put her to sleep fast <3
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pandorasprongs · 1 year ago
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CHAPTER FOUR | come home to my heart.
'it's nice to have a friend' fic masterlist + playlist | previous chapter
PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
SUMMARY: jamie tries to get reader to forgive him.
WARNINGS: language
A/N: hello! sorry for such a long wait, i've been on vacation. i also haven't been able to proofread huhu but hopefully the interlude prepped ya'll for this moment because a good chunk of this one is from jamie's pov! don't have much to say because i don't want to spoil much hehe but enjoy jamie's comeback!
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Losing Jamie for a second time felt the exact same: like absolute shit. Except this time, you were an adult and couldn't sulk in your room all day. So for the next few weeks, — aside from said crying sessions — you've been dragging yourself to all of your lectures and powering through office hours as if nothing happened.
You already told Liv about it the morning after, and after seeing your bloated face and the fact that you had a massive hangover, she decided to withhold her 'I told you so' speech, much to your relief. 
It was unraveling the exact same way as last time and the cherry on top was the fact that Jamie wasn't reaching out in any way, shape, or fucking form. No texts, calls, or anything. 
Every now and then, you'd think about reaching out yourself. It was you who yelled at him that night and told him to leave, but you would shake your head every time. No, if Jamie really wanted to preserve your relationship, he would have to be the one to reach out. You got to say your piece and that's it.
And maybe you were being a little petty, taking down all your photos with him from the shelf and stuffing them in a box with all the tokens from Jamie that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away, but at least it stopped you from nearly breaking down every time you passed your hallway.
Jamie wasn't taking it so well either, despite what you assumed.
After that night, he had this sinking feeling in him. He knew he fucked up, — ghosting you and treating you like a complete stranger at the pub in front of his teammates, — but it hurt even more hearing you shout and tell him how badly it fucked you up.
To this day, he doesn't know why he did it, really. Maybe it was the fact that he felt guilty for never talking to you after you left. Or maybe you were right; he cared too much about what his teammates thought that he ended up hurting you in the process. But no matter the reason, he ruined one of his most important relationships that night.
So what was he going to do? What he always did. Ignore it. Focus on the season, despite the fact that Richmond has been on a losing streak since the West Ham game. While Jamie might be off his game because of you, he wasn't going to acknowledge that. Just bury it and hope it disappears.
It wasn't until after the fifth match in the losing streak that he got a message from an unknown number he was forced to confront it. 
Hi Jamie. I'm Liv. I'm not sure if (Y/N)'s mentioned me, but I'm one of her friends and I got your number from her phone. I was hoping to talk to you soon when you're free.
So now, he was sitting in a white office like he was waiting for some test results. It didn't help that the person sitting in front of him was in a lab coat, either.
"Sorry, I know it's weird we had to do this in an office." Liv started and Jamie straightened up in the chair. "I thought you'd want somewhere private to talk."
"Right."
"Yeah, so you're probably wondering why I wanted to talk to you. Uhm, (Y/N)'s been a little off recently. She told me about what happened, which I honestly saw from a mile away, but that's not the point." Liv sighs before continuing. "The last time this happened, back in uni, she practically quarantined herself in her room till her parents came and picked her up. She barely ate, and barely talked to anyone. It was terrible. And I can tell that she's on the way to that again."
Jamie's eyes widened, filled with guilt once again, but he said nothing.
Something about his reaction just triggered something in Liv. "Right, so I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you doing, man?" The footballer moved back in his chair, but Liv wasn't dismayed. "Why haven't you called her? Or even texted or something."
"I," Jamie's completely at a loss for words. "I thought that she didn't want to talk."
"What gave you that idea?"
"She told me to leave that night so harshly, so I thought..." Jamie trails off, realizing how terrible that reasoning is after saying it out loud.
Liv is thinking the exact same thing, causing her to roll her eyes. "Come on, Jamie! You can't actually think she wants nothing to do with you now. She won't ever say it, but do you know how many times I've caught her checking your contact to see if you've sent anything? She misses you and seeing how shit you've been playing these past few matches, I think it's safe to assume that you miss her too."
Despite this woman being a complete stranger to Jamie, he's suddenly compelled to admit, "Just because she misses me doesn't mean that she wants me back in her life. And I don't think I should be, to be honest." She's better off without me. 
Liv's expression finally softens and she looks down at her desk before saying, "She at least deserves an apology."
It had been a few days since then, which Jamie had been using to think it over. He knew Liv was right; he needed to apologize. He just didn't know how. And of course, he had to talk to the most emotional man he knew.
"Jamie! What brings you here?" Ted who, despite the team losing yet another game, greeted quite cheerfully. It almost made the football player turn right back around because he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for his coach's relentless optimism.
But he knew there wasn't anyone else he could go to, seeing as you were obviously unavailable, Keeley was way swamped with her new company, and telling his mum would be indirectly telling your parents too. He shuts the door behind him and moves to Ted's side of the office. "Right, um, I was hoping to talk to you about something."
His coach seems to pick up on Jamie's uneasy demeanor and leans forward with a sympathetic look on his face. "What's up, buttercup? Should I gather the diamond dogs for this?"
Jamie, recalling the name that the coaches and Higgins called themselves, was quick to reject the idea. "No, no, I'd rather not have them find out about this. Uhm, look, I know I haven't been doing my best recently,—"
"Oh, we'll get a win soon bud, don't worry." Ted is quick to reassure the player and while Jamie appreciates it, he shakes his head.
"No, I know, but that's not it." Jamie takes a deep breath before continuing. "It's just, I've been a bit distracted recently."
"Is this about a girl perhaps?"
"No," though Jamie thinks about it for a second. “Yes, but no?" Seeing the slight look of confusion on his coach's face, he explains, "A while back, I reconnected with an old friend. She was my best friend actually, back in Manchester. We didn't exactly end on the best of terms and it was my fault. But when we met again, she told me that I didn't need to apologize."
Jamie continued to recount the past few months to his coach, from his blind date to the Bones & Honey incident, along with what he did to you in the pub all those years ago. 
"So now, I don't know what to do. Her best friend said I should apologize, but I don't really know how. I'm not really the best with these types of things." Both of them still remembered how long it took for Jamie to get the team to forgive him when he first came back.
Ted takes a second before responding, trying to figure out the best thing to say in this situation. "You know Jamie, I've always thought the simplest ways are sometimes the best ones. Overthinking things tends to complicate them more. You want to apologize right? How'd you used to do it when you were kids and you threw your little tantrums at each other?"
"Coach, I don't think bringing her chocolate is gonna work this time around." Jamie gets flashbacks to your first-ever argument as kids. Jamie accidentally ate the last slice of chocolate cake that you had unofficially saved and you stormed out and locked yourself in your room for an hour. 
All it took was Jamie sliding a bar of chocolate through the bottom of the door, explaining that he got hungry, and promising to save her a slice of cake the next time they had a party. You ended up sharing the bar with Jamie.
"Probably not. But in all the times you fought, what were the things that got her to forgive you? What did you say that made her understand your side and know that you actually were sorry for what you did? And how did you prove to her that you weren't going to do that to her again?" Maybe if Jamie thought about this advice later tonight, it'll make more sense, but right now, only one question was occupying his mind.
"D'you think she'll forgive me?" He thinks out loud.
"I honestly don't know Jamie, I don't even know who she is. But if you show her how much you care like how you're showing me right now, I'm sure things will be fine." Ted, now standing, offers a comforting pat on the back.
Without looking up, Jamie whispers, "I never meant to do this to her. To hurt her like that."
"We rarely ever mean to hurt the people we love." Ted offers.
Love. Yeah, Jamie thought, he did love you, even after all these years. Especially after all these years. What, with all the 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' bullshit.
"All we can do after is try to atone for our mistakes and hope they forgive us. And even if they don't, at least you leave knowing you tried." Jamie nods his head and thanks his coach for the advice.
As he got into his car to leave the clubhouse, he pulled out his phone. Hi, are you free tonight? I was hoping we could talk. 
He anxiously waited for your reply and started listing all the places he had to pass by before heading to your place if you even answered. But before Jamie even left the car park, you already replied, Sure.
Maybe you had been hoping for Jamie's message more than you thought. You were in the middle of the lecture when you got his message, so while your class passed the handouts around, you took the chance to grab your phone and reply.
So now, you were anxiously waiting in your flat, still unsure of how you were meant to feel about all this. You knew there was still anger there, but you weren't sure if exploding on him relieved that feeling or made it worse. A part of you also felt guilty for it too, for not even giving him a chance to apologize in the first place. Maybe instead of awkwardly letting him inside later, you would've been having yet another movie night together.
That's what he was going to do now right? Apologize? You didn't really press on for my details when he messaged you earlier. You just hoped that seeing him again will trigger the right response to whatever he had planned.
You heard the doorbell ring and suddenly, it felt like your heartbeat quickened. You take careful steps towards the door and after mentally preparing yourself for whatever this was going to be, turn the doorknob.
"Hi," Jamie greeted, in the most awkward way possible for a guy as confident as he could. You notice him holding a box of LEGO flowers under his left arm and a pack of chocolate nuggets in his right hand.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, you jokingly ask, "Is your apology just going to be flowers and chocolate?" though it may have come across as harsher than you intended.
"No, but uh, in case you changed your mind about talking to me when you saw me, I thought this would at least get me through the door," Jamie explained and you slowly nodded your head.
"Well, you were right." You take the things from his hand and let him inside. 
You had already cleaned up the place before he came over and hidden all the messy catalogs and test papers in your room for the time being. Its current condition could honestly pass as one of those display sets in department stores.
You placed the items on your dining table before turning back to Jamie who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room.
You didn't want to delay this any further. "So, why'd you want to talk?"
"Right," Jamie started, still unable to look you in the eye. "I wanted to say sorry for not messaging you these past few weeks. I've just been busy and Richmond's been on a losing streak too,—"
"Is that really all you wanted to say?" Your tone was soft, but even you knew you were being blunt. You just couldn't handle the sinking feeling of anxiety in your chest anymore and while you might be rushing him, you just wanted to get this over with.
"No, it's not." Jamie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He moves towards you and starts looking at you intently. "I'm sorry. For everything. You deserved an apology and an explanation a long time ago and I can't go back in time, so I want to do it now."
He pauses for a moment, and when you realize he's waiting for you to say something, you respond, "Go ahead, Jamie."
He nods his head and almost looks like he's psyching himself up before a match. He takes another deep breath before continuing.
"I wanted to start from when I started to get distant. I never told you, but after I started at Man City, dad came back into the picture."
"He did?" Your voice was barely a whisper, and you're unsure if he even heard it because he keeps talking.
"You know how he is, right?" Of course, you did. 
Growing up, you knew the exact times his dad would be coming over. There’d be some beat up car in their driveway and if you looked out your window, Jamie’s window blinds would be down. During the early years, you’d ask your mom to call their house, but after the first time and about a ten-minute call with Georgie, she started telling you they were busy. It was only after that outlying car in their driveway disappeared that Jamie would come knocking at your door, asking to play. He'd have this air of discomfort the first few days, but you were so happy being able to see him again that you’d end up ignoring it.
"Anyway, he was on my arse that whole time. He always had something to say after every match about how I fucked up or, how shit I'd been. Even if I was just sitting on the bench, he still had something to say. It was exhausting," You could tell that Jamie was starting to get angry at the reminder of his father, and without thinking, you reach out to hold his hand. Jamie seems to relax at your touch and when he seems to have composed himself, you let go.
"He would go on about the same things. Don't be soft, it's the fucking Premier League and shit like that. I just, I wanted it to stop. And I thought that toughening up would stop him from him getting under my skin. That meant removing everything that did make me soft, vulnerable. One of those things was you, but I realized now that it was in a good way. As in, I only ever felt comfortable and safe when I was with you." Your eyes widened at his confession and you felt tears threatening to fall.
"But fuck, Dad was really in my head back then. I thought that you were making me weak. And I hated the thought of him calling me that. So I stopped picking up your calls and messages. I just blocked you out.
"But when I started to realize I was becoming a prick, I thought you'd never want to talk to me again. That you'd hate me and it wasn't worth trying to get you to forgive me. Plus, Mum always had great stories about you, so I thought you were better off without me. I guess that's why I was such a prick back in the pub, pretending I didn’t know you. Might as well lean into it if I already lost you." At this point, you were resisting the urge to envelop Jamie in a hug and never let go, but you knew he wanted to finish his piece.
"And I know that it doesn't change the fact that it was a shitty way to treat someone I loved, but it's the best explanation I can give you. I really am sorry." Jamie held your eyes, emphasizing how genuine he was being. Someone I loved, did he really just say that? But he starts again before you can even consider what that meant.
"And, I really am trying to be better. I want to be worthy of staying in your life, if you'll let me. This time, I promise I'll never leave you like that ever again."
You were processing his words and couldn't answer immediately, so Jamie added, "And if you decide that you don't want anything to do with me, then you'll never have to see me again. But I promise to keep trying to be better even then."
You continued to stay silent and Jamie took that as your answer. "Right, so that's all I had to say, so I'll be out of—"
You wrap your arms around him, stopping him mid-sentence. The footballer is slow to reciprocate it, but when he does, you're transported back in time. It feels like you're eight again, and Jamie's football team just won the finals. It feels like you're fifteen again, and you've made up during a midnight run to the grocery after a stupid argument. It feels like you're seventeen again, saying goodbye to the only boy you've ever loved.
"I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you yet, Jamie. To go back to how it was before." You finally answer, and if you're being honest, you don't think you ever could go back. "But I want to be able to," you whisper and you feel him relax even more in your arms. "Just, don't fuck it up and leave again. Because I'd really love to have you in my life again."
"I promise I won't." And this time, you believe him.
A/N: and there you go! the angst is over! (or is it? muahaha) some cameos from liv and ted to help snap jamie out of it :) i had written jamie's apology monologue the same time i wrote reader's angry monologue from chapter three with some slight revisions when i put them in their respective chapters, so hopefully it matches up well stay tuned for the next chapter!!
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nr1chaedickrider · 8 months ago
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It's all in my head, who do I trust? - I thought that you loved me, what is happening to us?
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anyway, don't be a stranger.
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2 new messages,
[user: momo]
'Hey'
...
'Happy birthday,
I did not forget.'
...
'meet me at han river in 10?'
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'okay.'
-
The cold night air hits Jihyo's face, giving her goosebumps.
It's completly empty except for some couples sitting on the grass.
It makes her wish that she would be one of them.
She puts her hands inside of the pockets of her jacket.
She reaches a familiar bench.
It makes her think, about the old times.
About her first kiss.
About the confession of love in the rain - like a romantic movie that would have the watchers sobbing in their seats.
It got her sobbing too, in the depth of the night.
When she feels lonely, and vunerable.
A side of her that she doesn't want anyone to see.
She sits down on the bench, staring at the water.
She tries to lean back, tries to relax.
How is she able to relax if exactly she was the first person to congratulate her on her birthday?
"Jihyo" says Momo in a soft voice.
How is she supposed to relax when she says her name like that?
She looks up, from the water, and looks Momo in the eyes before she joins her on the bench.
They both stare at the water, without saying anything.
Even though people would describe Jihyo as someone that always has something to say, as someone that can't stay silent for too long, she has no idea what to say in this moment.
But that is nothing new to Jihyo, or to Momo, moments like these, in silence, are nothing new to them.
Jihyo decides to break the silence though.
"I only allow myself to miss you at night, I miss you in the secret -
because thats how it should be." she says, it comes out as a whisper.
It's an impulsive thought.
Momo looks at her, nods a little, then looks back at the river.
"Do you still think of me sometimes?" Jihyo asks.
She wishes she didn't ask that question after thinking about it long enough.
She wishes she didn't answer Momo's stupid texts.
She knows what her answer is going to be, something like a "no, I dont, not really."
But she is actually surprised when Momo answers.
"I do.
A lot actually"
This time Jihyo looks at Momo, without saying anything.
It feels like they are having an pointless conversation, with no goal or no end.
"Sometimes I want to text you -
but then I remember" Momo says.
Jihyo thinks she even heard a little sob when Momo said it.
But she doesn't want to think about it too much.
It's silent again, both watching people slowly leave the river.
The couples leave together, hand in hand.
Jihyo gets emotional seeing it.
"Atleast we are under the same sky" Jihyo says.
She feels the tears coming, but tries to hold them back.
"Maybe in another universe" Momo says, or rather, whispers.
And Jihyo is definetly sure that she heard a sob.
"I'm starting to forget you, I'm starting to forget us -
and it scares me." Jihyo says.
It's pointless.
This conversation.
They are both pathetically crying, like little, spoiled children that got their candy taken away.
They try to focus on the han river infront of them, they try to ignore the fact that this,
somehow is a goodbye.
"Can we have one more meaningless conversation?" Jihyo asks, even thought she already knows the answer to her stupid question.
"It's too late" Momo answers.
And she is right, she is so fucking right.
But Jihyo doesn't want it to be true.
Jihyo just wishes they could go back to talking once in a while because one of them is feeling alone in the middle of the night.
It doesn't need to be constant texting.
Just every now and then.
"I don't want to forget your voice"
She is trying to drag this out, to stop Momo from leaving.
"Or anything about you." Jihyo says, looking down onto her lap.
She watches her tears dropping onto her black jeans.
"I will look at the stars every night -
and I will think of you" Momo answers.
"My birthday wish for you is to let go" Momo says as she stands up.
Jihyo doesn't stop her when she starts walking.
She knows she can't stop her.
She knows she couldn't.
So instead of running after her, or leaving to walk to her apartment, she just watches Momo leave.
Her figure disappears in the darkness of the night.
"Anyway,
don't be a stranger." she whispers.
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starabsol · 5 months ago
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contestshipping dutch dub rambling
i am a very proud dutch person (not really). and since pokemon doesn't only exist in english, it means it exists in dutch, too. i've watched the entirety of the pokemon series in the dutch dub (aside from journeys, could not bother to watch it) and i have gotten terribly attached to it.
seeing i am a huge contestshipping fanatic, let me spoil you with some funny rambling, facts and that stuff from the dutch dub (from my knowledge). pokemon tv has officially been dropped since march, so i cant really rewatch anything.
(poor) translations in the dub:
in ''pros and con artists'' the english dub drew says it's sweet that may remembers her, but in the dutch dub he quite literally says ''how cute/adorable that you remember my name!'' though it is way much more fun poking. though i am gonna pretend it is differently.
instead of pronouncing drew correctly, several characters tend to say ''droo'' instead of ''drew''. this is because dutch people can't properly pronounce SHIT.
in ''come what may!'' when may asks drew if the given rose is for beautifly, instead of saying ''something like that'', he says ''lets leave it at that''
in ''deceit and assist'' the translations are once again terrible, as in the scene where harley brainwashes may into thinking only using assist would be wise, drew says ''showing one movement'' in dutch instead of ''showing one move'' (as in moves that pokemon learn) in this episode brock also calls beautifly “butterfly”
in ''win, lose, or drew'' instead of may saying ''what a creep.. and you dress weird!'' may is straight to the point and says ''what a mistake (as in he's one).. AND YOU LOOK TERRIBLE!!!!'' harley instead of just saying ''you fell for it hookline and sinker'', he quite literally says, translated literally, ''and you fell for it with wide open eyes, dumb/ugly thing!''
in spontaneous combusken, when may asks drew how many ribbons he has, instead of saying ''what counts,'' he quite literally says ''no idea''.
also in spontaneous combusken, when may assumes drew had sent the letter, drew in the english dub responds ''except that's not mine'' but in the dutch dub he just goes ''that's fun anf all, but it's not mine''
when may and solidad talk about drew, and that they talk about other people's performances, solidad states (in the dutch dub) that when ''they talked about 'negative/foolish' performances, he started talking about her'' ouch.
fun voice actor facts:
harley's dutch voice actor (tony neef) is actually gay.
harley's dutch voice actor also plays professor oak and the pokedex for a short while during the AG series.
harley's dutch voice actor is also an (musical) actor, singer AND songwriter
may's dutch voice actor, nicoline van doorn, is also a singer, but also a sing teacher, apparently.
may's dutch voice actor also plays some beloved characters such as korina in pokemon, amy in sonic boom, and princess cadence in my little pony!!
drew's first and original voice actor, sander van der poel, also voiced goh in the pokemon journey series. I know I said I didn't watch it, but that doesn't mean I've seen NOTHING. he also voiced ira in the precure doki doki dutch dub... he was replaced though after two episodes. dont know why.
drew's second dutch voice actor (who was replaced in advanced challenge), huub dikstaal, is a voice actor, dialogue director and also a translator.
drew's dutch voice actor, huub dikstaal, has also played characters like woody in toystory, aaron (elite 4 from dp), molayne, master gi beon (horizons) and so many background characters i could hear him scream in the dutch dub of precure doki doki.
not so much of a fact, more of a flex, but i actually indirectly know drew's dutch va, huub dikstaal XD one of my supervisors at school (i am kind of incapable of going to school normally at the moment) told me her husband works with voice actors n such. and when I asked her if he'd worked with drew's va before, she immediately was like ''i think, yeah!'' n confirmed it later. so he's a friend of a friend of a friend to me, basically!
i know absolutely nothing about solidad's dutch voice actor beside the fact she played, well, solidad, and hunter J(ay) from dp i have NO CLUE how to spell her name. and a background character in mlp, too. the only other funny thing i'm able to tell is that she voice overed a dutch furniture ad.. or something..
some unnecessary doodles + headcanons.. n.. whatever...
down here some silly doodles of my favorite harley's dutch voice actor quotes/answers he'd given through a stressing interview while he's pacing around the place.
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in case you cant read it in the images:
''who can't you be without?'' ''my husband''
''the club or tinder?'' ''what or tinder? oh, i'd say the club''
''wait guys im going the wrong way we need to go the other way''
''what would you do if you were a girl for one day?'' ''well, i'd dress myself up to look amazing. and flirt with men... wait what was the question?''
''sing the first thing that comes up'' ''in the canaaaals of amsterdam....~♪♪♪ what are these questions? this sucks!''
''your best date?'' ''he was soooo sweet.... i dont remember his name, though. dont think he ever mentioned.''
''should we leave?'' ''yeah, big fat buh-bye!''
*the interviewer tries to leave but sir starts chasing you with a fire lighter canon thing*
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whatever.. this is. i am may and drew’s basically every single 10-18 dutch year old guy teenager.
thank you for listening to this dumbass rambling! sorry i have no funny doodles of drew may and solidad their dutch voice actors didn’t have much videos of them online 💔
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What is the camping trip thing? I think you’ve mentioned it once or twice and now I’m curious
I... Oof. Okay, yeah, I will talk about the camping trip but I do want to give a heads up that I really don't like spoiling the heavy hitting moments in Impulse. That series is really just something that has to be experienced and I really really encourage everyone to read it first hand.
However, I do also acknowledge that sometimes people read stories because they hear about them and get intrigued (which is kinda what I'm all about)! So, I will discuss this story but there will be a disclaimer! This will spoil issue #23 of Impulse so if you want to read that series, I highly encourage you to do so before reading this.
All right, so with that out of the way let's jump on into it.
What you have to understand first is that we start this issue at a very established place in Max and Bart's lives. They have been living together for months now and they've really started to bond. This is the most stable either of their lives has been since... well, ever.
Bart is going to school, he has friends, he has a team, he's really doing well in his training and as a hero, and he very much views Max as a father figure at this point. Max was really the first parent Bart ever knew and this was Bart's first everything. Bart never had a house or a room before this, he didn't have family or friends, he didn't have a life. For the first time Bart was finally able to have a childhood and be comfortable where he was and he was thriving.
Now Max was a different story. Max is a flight risk by nature. He doesn't like to stay in one area for too long and he tends to change lives at the drop of a hat. Max will change his name, appearance, location, even his era, just to escape an uncomfortable situation. If someone said "Happy Birthday" and Max said "Thanks, you too", Max wouldn't just skip town, he would time travel two decades into the future and then skip town.
So needless to say, staying put for so long was completely against Max's nature. He was out of his element. He didn't form ties with people, he didn't let them in ever, and now suddenly he has a kid with him that he is starting to view as a son and Max doesn't really know what to do with that.
On top of that Max had been spying on his estranged daughter and she was not thrilled that Max was there. Max missed quite a few birthdays while time traveling... like... all of them. Helen wanted nothing to do with Max and was furious with him.
Now, Max had really only been staying for Helen and Bart. When Helen made it clear that she didn't want Max in her life, Max started questioning why he was sticking around.
And the answer was Bart, right? He was sticking around to train Bart. But Max started wondering if he was even helping Bart. I mean, Helen was better off without him, maybe Bart would be as well? And could Bart even be trained? Or was it a lost cause?
So Max decided to test Bart's progress.
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And Bart.... didn't perform well.
Not to say that Bart didn't save the day, he did, but Bart was still jumping into situations without thinking about them. No plans, no thoughts, just plain pure impulse.
Bart had the fighting skills, he had all the moves and the power to back them up. He was failing upwards by the sheer virtue of how fast he was.
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Max wasn't happy with Bart's lack of thought. Especially when it came to civilians. Max wanted Bart to care about the hostages and make them a priority. Not putting people in unnecessary danger was a key element of being a hero to Max.
Bart didn't understand it because he had won. He always won. And no one got hurt, so what was the big deal?
The two of them fought and then Max ran off to try one last time with Helen. It didn't go well.
And here's where things start to get intense.
Bart sneaks into the kitchen for a midnight snack and suddenly Max walks in with a backpack. They're going camping. Right now.
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So already the energy is extremely... unhinged. Max is at his breaking point and Bart doesn't know it, but this is his final exam.
Max is having an existential crisis, a mental breakdown and a midlife crisis all rolled into one and Bart, god bless him, is not helping the situation.
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Max tries to talk to him about it but it was extremely clear that Bart didn't really get what Max was talking about.
Max gives Bart one final test. He starts an avalanche and 'gets stuck', hoping that Bart will get him out of harm's way first before dealing with the rocks.
Max screamed at Bart to save him.
But Bart didn't. He went for the rocks instead.
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This is the last straw for Max. He grabs Bart and he screams at him.
"Why didn't you just pull me out of the way? Why did you go after the gunner and not the hostage at the ice rink? WHY?"
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Bart had been living in the real world for months. Max had been training him for months. Bart's performance in school, on his team, in his training, his hero work, ect, all of it was beyond excellent. He was thriving.
But at his core Bart still didn't understand. He wasn't thriving, not to him. To Bart he was just winning the game. In Bart's mind Max's rules and training were just the rules of the game.
Can't tell people your identity? Yeah that's just one of the rules. Bart didn't get it but, hey, that's just how it is. Bart has to 'make friends' and 'be social'? Sure, whatever gets him points. Can't let anyone die? Alright, sure.
Bart fundamentally did not understand the difference between video games and reality. He had no concept of danger or death. If he messed up, he could just respawn or reset.
The hostages and civilians never mattered to him because he didn't get points for saving them.
Max had always known that Bart had a difficult time figuring out the real world but Bart had been doing so well that the true scope of Bart's issues had never really come to light. Max didn't understand how bad it was until this moment.
Bart had been living with Max for months and Max had thought that their training was almost done, when suddenly Max was faced with the fact that Bart hadn't progressed at all. Bart wasn't even back at square one, Bart was at square -100 and nothing Max had been doing was helping him.
And Max just gave up.
He stopped caring. He was done. He couldn't help Bart and he just shut down.
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Bart... just didn't understand. He knew that something was wrong with Max but he had no idea what he'd done wrong. This was the only parent he had ever had, the only one to stick around and give him attention and love. And that parent just completely shut down and there was nothing Bart could do to fix it.
And you can see that Bart tried. Bart desperately tried to fix it. He did the dishes, put the things away, brushed his teeth, went to bed, ect. Bart was playing by Max's rules because playing by Max's rules made Max happy and Bart wanted Max to be happy.
To me this issue makes me extremely emotional because here's this little boy who has come to depend on the love and support of Max, and that's all suddenly ripped away from him for reasons beyond his control.
Bart, I feel, is such a perfect representation of a neurodivergent kid. He's following a bunch of societal rules that he just doesn't understand and he masks so well that he is able to fly under the radar for quite a while. But masking doesn't get him the help he needs. All masking does is make Bart confused and frustrated because he's not getting the help he really needs. He's being held back because he's too busy jumping through hoops to make people happy and he never gets the support he needs to actually thrive.
Then when it becomes clear that Bart isn't progressing. That it was all just masking, Bart gets punished for it.
Let's be clear here, Bart was the one who was let down. Bart had been doing everything to make Max happy, even though he understood none of it, and Bart did it well. He should have gotten more support and it should never have gone on as long as this did.
And Max realized that. Max realized that he hadn't been helping Bart be a better hero and Max decided that Bart deserved better.
Max left after this issue. He sent Bart to live with Meloni in the future.
That's a whole other thing and it eventually gets resolved and the two reunite and it gets better from there. But this storyline... it's... yeah.
It's such a realistic portrayal of neurodivergency to me. It really is. The way Bart thinks it's his fault, the way Bart took two steps forward and five steps back, the way Bart was let down, the way Max is just suddenly hit with the extent of Bart's masking, the way Bart just wasn't able to understand Max's complex emotions...
It just really hits hard.
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deblklesb · 2 years ago
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[Reader x Abby (dating) x Ellie — Specific headcanons about something that has been on my mind because I can't focus on nothing else]
[established relationship (reader x abby), ellie is a flustered mess, MDNI]
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You're dating Abby and the three of you have been friends;
Ellie is secretly head over heels for both, getting all shy and nervous. When you're kissing she tries not to look too much;
She fantasies about being with you two. About cuddling and having intimate nights, kissing, sharing small moments that warms her heart;
She thinks you have the most beautiful smile, it's one of her favorite things about you. When it comes to Abby, she loves the way the blonde looks when she's focused on something;
Ellie gets pretty worked up when she goes to the house you and Abby share and you're wearing comfortable clothes, too comfortable because she's a close friend and so it's okay;
She feels bad about it. But she can't help but to be nervous when you're with little pijama shorts and Abby wears just a sports bra and sweatpants;
You look so hot together that it makers her head spin whenever she's around;
You and Abby notice what is going on, and to be very honest, you both liked Ellie very much. And also thought she was too cute and attractive. So you start to be a little bit closer just to see how she reacts;
Whenever she's hanging out on your apartment, you three cuddle. At first the brunette almost dies, but then she gets too used to it to the point where she misses when it doesn't happen;
You hug a lot. Tons of skin contact;
"What is going on with the three of you?", Dina, Ellie's roommate and close friend, asks one time.
"Nothing, we're just... close friends"
"You are a close friend of mine too, and I don't go around tangling with you all the time"
"I-It's just... different, okay?!" She blushed hard and found another topic to talk about, totally running away from this conversation.
It is, indeed, different.
When she hears you both making out on the bathroom once - purposefully being loud so she could hear -, the wetness grows so much it's almost inconceivable. She managed to hold herself, but that night at home, when Dina was out, she fucked herself with her fingers and came so hard her legs shaked;
She felt bad later. But it started to be a routine: you both doing something in a way to make it obvious, then she would touch herself thinking about it and be a bit awkward the day later;
During some cinema classes she took, she filmed you both when you went out together. The video was so wholesome, focusing on you both close, your hands tied, when you hugged, having some frontal shots of one of you spoiling her. It made it obvious to the couple that something was going on;
When you three started to be around each other too much, needing to be around each other too much, was the final straw;
Ellie was too afraid and nervous, not knowing how to approach this topic. And so you and Abby made up a whole plan to push the situation further.
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[dividers by @luvchaewon]
[a/n: this is a mess i don't know exactly how to make headcanons into topic style but i tried. hope you like it, like and reblog (it helps a lot!!)
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maxislvt · 2 years ago
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i would like to discuss the washing r’s mouth out with soap idea because DAMN. plz wanda wash my mouth out with soap and then sit on my face so all i taste is you
warnings: toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mommy kink, pet play if you squint, Stockholm Syndrome
toxic Wanda headcanons because I'm on my period and I get to spoil myself!!
You have no idea what you're getting into when you first meet her. Wanda seems so nice and gentle when you first start talking, that you ignore the tiny red flags that may pop up when you two first become friends. For a moment, you're convinced that Wanda was entirely oblivious to your feelings at first. It's hard talking to her, so you opt to make her jealous instead.
It works a lot better than you intended and Wanda is pissed. Like, drag you to another room and spend an hour giving you hickies pissed. You stupidly take this as the sign of a new relationship, but Wanda refuses to make anything official for some weeks. She goes on "dates" with other people and won't show any affection towards you.
Eventually, she makes the demand that you two won't become official until you've "cleansed yourself". You agree without even thinking about it but immediately regret when she makes you kneel on the bathroom floor and open your mouth so she can brush your teeth with soap. Wanda makes you gargle it like seven times before she's done and then she spits in your mouth. She makes up for it by giving you a bath, but she gets you dirty again because she face fucks you to finalize the process.
After that, you two have a constant on again/off again relationship. Wanda constantly blames you for it though. In her mind, the rules she makes are completely reasonable and you're just being difficult when you refuse to follow them. It's always you who comes crying back to her because you'd rather die than live without her.
It's on, then off, then on again only a few more times. After putting up with her god awful behavior enough times, you end up leaving for goods. You don't even bother telling her you've moved out. One day she comes home and it's half empty. You're lucky you don't get to see her flip her lid. She nearly destroyed the whole apartment that day.
Not that it truly matters. Wanda spends weeks stalking you. What she finds genuinely makes her sick. You're independent. Living on your own and you seem happy. Wanda doesn't know what to do with herself. You need her and she's going to remind you whether you like it or not.
Her plan is simple. Wanda shows up once you come back from work and acts like nothing happened. She pushes right into your house and suddenly it's all "oh babe, you look so tired. why don't I make you dinner today? I'm sure you forgot to eat. you're too scared to force her out and she ignores you every time you tell her to leave. Denying her doesn't work either because she's crank everything up to 11. she'll be all over talking about how much she missed you and won't ever treat you like that again.
It doesn't matter if you're not convinced because she planned on fucking you dumb and convincing you to stay with her anyway. The second she gets between your legs it's all "see, your little pussy missed my cock so much! i bet it's extra said because you tried replacing mommy with some loser who can't even fuck you half as good as I can"
You're lucky if she lets you see your friends after that. If you ever leave the house she'll put a tracker in your bag somewhere.She totally plays hero with it if you ever lose your wallet or keys because she'll just magically know where everything is
God forbid she has even the slightest physical advantage over you because she lives off of intimidating you. It's even worse because you'll grow to love it. She can toss and turn you anyway she wants and you'd be completely hopeless against her
Gaslighting 24/7. "You're hanging out with your friends more than me, why don't you just stay home tonight? You know all your friends hate me. Just stay, please?"
Oh, you fully get downgraded from partner to pet. Wanda slowly takes away your right to care for yourself. Everything from cooking to showering has to be done by her or at least with her permission. You'll be completely naked around the house and it becomes a "privilege" to sleep in the same bed as her.
Wanda loves forcing you to get body modifications too. It's just a small tattoo that says "Property of Wanda Maximoff" on your wrist. Maybe she'll force you to get matching piercings sometimes too. Anything that shows that she literally fucking owns you
Obsessed with making you cum. Like the only way you can ever get through to her is by denying her sex. Wanda has this weird thing where she can't ever force herself on to you. If you say no or can't get wet enough, she'll do absolutely anything if it means getting you to relax and go into subspace. "Please baby. Show mommy she's doing a good job and cum for me. Please? I promise I'll play nice if you do, just cum for me again."
You make the mistake of using it to get some autonomy back, but it bites you in the ass mega hard. Clothes overstimulate you now, your food doesn't taste nearly as good as Wanda's does, and you miss being on your knees for her. Of course, she rubs it in whenever you go back on the freedoms you gave yourself, but she's happy you've learned your lesson.
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lilpotatjj · 2 years ago
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hellooo i hope you're doin fine, i was wondering if i could request a bella ramsey nsfw alphabet? thx ❤
A/N: Never even heard of that BUT, here we go sweety thank you so much for this beautiful idea. Hope you like it, if not I'm ready to get punched :P
NSFW Alphabet Bella Ramsey (18+)
A = Aftercare
Bella will definitely make sure that you are well afterwards. Enjoy being together and cuddle with her. She is quite affectionate and doesn't want to let you go.
B = Body part
Your hands are her favourite toy, because you can make her happy in many different ways. Whether you're drinking or gaming, the way you move your hands can drive them crazy at any time.
C = Cum
Bella is quite open to everything, especially when it comes to sex. Since she is rather inexperienced, she wants to know everything and find out by trying it out. Once you've come all over her hand, she won't stop right away, will use it to tease you further, only to lick her fingers with satisfaction afterwards.
D = Dirty Secret
Bella would do anything with you even bondage games and test how far your pain threshold is. She only finds it difficult to talk about it because she is far too shy, the reason it's her secret.
E = Experience
Bella is rather inexperienced and wants to try out a lot. She knows exactly what she wants and she shows you that clearly. Giving up is not an option, because she is very patient.
F = Favourite Position
Especially because she is still inexperienced and rather shy, she loves it when you show her the ropes. Bending over her and being submissive is exactly what she loves the most. Surrendering to you completely and you tease her, showing her how experienced you are. If your relationship moves on she will often change the tables.
G = Goofy
Bella knows exactly what she wants and likes to play over her shyness with jokes. But the more you bring her over the edge, the more serious she becomes, cause sex will never be somthing she takes lightly.
H = Hair
Bella loves her long, well-groomed hair, but now she feels so much better with shorter hair. It's neat, but she doesn't mind if it gets messed up. No matter if it's wildly messy or slicked back. Nothing that can't be tidied up again, in keeping with her rebellious character.
I = Intimacy
Despite her inexperience, she likes to be spontaneous, not everything has to be planned and even light actions like kissing on the neck can drive her crazy. Her rebellious nature tempts her to overshoot the mark too quickly. She is rather shy at first, but this will soon subside once you get started.
J = Jack Off
Rather rarely as she prefers it when you take over and she can let herself go in your presence.
K = Kink
Bella loves to submit to you, to just be the object of your desire, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like to turn the tables on you. If your relationship lasts longer, she will quickly become more open and want to be a bit more rebellious. Sometimes it degenerates into corruption kink from both sides.
L = Location
Due to her shyness, she is rather reserved for special places. which does not mean she is not interested. try it out, yes, as long as it is not too public.
M = Motivation
The way you talk and she looks at your lips can drive her crazy. Kisses on the neck and chin make her change her mind too quickly and take away some of her shyness. She loves it when you give them pet names.
N = NO
Almost nothing, you shouldn't necessarily have eaten a garlic sandwich beforehand but otherwise she is far too open to everything. She is non-binary and does not like to be called a young lady. she loves all other pet names, so be careful what you say to her in the heat of the moment.
O = Oral
She loves it when she gets to do it and is always trying things out. Nevertheless, she also wants to be spoiled by you. Quite a balanced relationship.
P = Pace
Bella likes it rather fast and rough. She likes to lose control and can be quite naughty. But only if your relationship has been going on for a while, otherwise she is rather shy and cautious, careful not to scare you.
Q = Quickie
Bella loves quickies precisely because she is so spontaneous and gets horny quickly. Once started, all she cares about is that it doesn't happen at trafalgar square.
R = Risk
Bella is open to almost anything, but it takes a while and your relationship has to be solid. When she gets more confident she will open up to you and show you how far love can go.
S = Stamina
At the beginning of your relationship, Bella had enough for once your done. The more often you have sex, the more rebellious their will be to make a long night out of it.
T = Toy
She doesn't have one herself, but would be more than open to trying anything, including bondage with ropes. If you have any, she's dying to try them all.
U = Unfair
Bella herself doesn't like being teased at all. however, she loves to let her own rebellious way out on you. To continue to annoy you, especially if you have already come once or twice. You usually have to force yourself to stop her sometimes.
V = Volume
First always rather reserved, shy moans, which quickly become more intense when Bella really gets going. Once you start moaning too, that only heats Bella up even more. Pet names are distributed and not too little.
W = Wild Card
Bella is non binary and is often attracted to women I would say she is lesbian but I am not ruling out bi. (just my thoughts) When it comes to trying things out, she tends towards women.
X = X-Ray
Bella has a beautiful slender body with nice but really light curves. She is small but that doesn't mean that she is incapable of doing the filthiest things to you.
Y = Yearning
She is young, open to try everything, curious to go beyond her limits without losing sight of you. If it suits you, then it doesn't matter how often, as long as her self-confidence has been established.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depending on what you've done, she's not going to get tired anytime soon. If the day was long or the frustration big, it can sometimes be a long night.
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