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nausicaamusiclover20 · 12 days ago

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Hello I hope you are doing well))

I saw this gif of James from 2010s when he talks about having a crush on his teacher in high school and says “I always had a thing for blondes”. And reader has dark hair so she’s very sad to hear that; she was always insecure about not being a a typical rockstar wife - tall, blonde, hot - she starts to avoid being intimate with him, going to events, etc as she feels that he married her only cause she she helped him after rehab in early 2000s, like he felt obliged to her?

James doesn’t notice until he says the exact same thing in the other interview, so she finally snaps? And tells him that if he likes blondes do much she can give him a divorce first thing tomorrow? They argue but next day James makes breakfast and he understood that he messed up and they make up?

Hello, I wish you're fine too. I hope you like it!❤

Not what you think

The static hum of the TV filled the room as I sat curled up on the couch, flipping absently through channels. James was in the studio today, working on another project. The house felt too quiet without him, and my thoughts had been anything but. I stopped on a talk show, a familiar host grinning as he introduced his guest. The screen lit up with James’ face, that easy smile of his pulling a laugh from the audience. I couldn’t help but smile a little too.

Then it happened.

The host asked about high school crushes, and James, always quick with a candid answer, laughed as he said, “Oh, I had the biggest crush on my history teacher. She was blonde, of course. I always had a thing for blondes.”

The audience laughed along, but the words hit me like a gut punch.

Blondes. Of course.

I turned off the TV, throwing the remote onto the couch with more force than necessary. My heart sank as I sat there, staring blankly at the dark screen. I felt a hot lump rise in my throat, and my chest tightened with that familiar ache I hated so much. It was stupid, wasn’t it? Just an offhand comment, a joke. It didn’t mean anything. But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, I couldn’t stop the spiral.

I glanced at my reflection in the glass of the fireplace. Dark hair, average height, not much of anything special. Certainly not the statuesque, sun-kissed women James seemed to joke about—women I’d seen backstage at shows, in the magazines, or walking down the street with their effortless beauty. The kind of women who looked like they belonged next to someone like him.

I’d never been that. Never would be.

James didn’t marry me for that, I reminded myself, and for a moment, the thought brought me some comfort. But then another thought crept in, colder and harsher: Did he marry me because he felt like he owed me? I had been there for him, during one of the darkest periods of his life. I’d helped him through rehab, held him together when he was falling apart. Maybe…maybe he stayed with me out of gratitude, not love.

The ache in my chest deepened. What if I was just…safe? Reliable? The sensible choice?

I didn’t go to the studio that night like I usually would. I didn’t call him either. Instead, I busied myself with mindless tasks around the house, hoping that by the time James came home, I’d be able to act like everything was fine.

Weeks passed, but the weight of that comment lingered. It wasn’t just the comment itself—it was everything it brought to the surface. I started avoiding events, skipping out on dinners and parties where I knew I’d feel like an outsider among the blonde, model-perfect wives and girlfriends. I stopped initiating intimacy, pulling away whenever James tried to get close.

“You okay?” he asked one night, his voice soft with concern as he reached for my hand. I pulled it away before I could think better of it.

“Just tired,” I lied, forcing a weak smile. “Long day.”

He frowned but didn’t push. That was James: patient, understanding. It made me feel worse.

The breaking point came during another interview. I’d been flipping through channels again, my curiosity getting the better of me. There he was, laughing and charming the audience. It was almost the exact same question as before, and as if on cue, he said it again.

“Blondes. Yeah, I always had a thing for blondes.”

The remote slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor. I stared at the screen, my stomach twisting in knots. I couldn’t do this anymore.

When James got home that evening, I was waiting for him in the living room. My heart was pounding in my chest, my hands trembling as I clenched them tightly in my lap. He walked in with his usual easy smile, but it faltered when he saw the look on my face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned about coloring his voice.

I stood up, crossing my arms tightly over my chest as if that could hold me together.

“If you like blondes so much, maybe I should give you the chance to be with one,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “We can call a lawyer first thing tomorrow.”

James froze, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “I’m talking about how I’ll never be what you really want. You’ve made it pretty clear, haven’t you? I see the way you look at those women, James. I hear what you say about blondes. And then there’s me. The charity case.”

“Charity case?” he repeated, his voice rising in disbelief. “Y/N, this is stupid. It was just a joke, alright? Blondes don’t mean anything.”

“Don’t you dare!” I snapped, my voice cracking. “You don’t think it matters? Do you have any idea how insecure that makes me feel? I’m supposed to be okay with that? Do you know what it’s like to feel like I’m just not good enough because I’m not blonde, or tall, or anything like those women you always joke about?”

James stepped forward, frustration flashing in his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I was just being stupid on TV. But you're acting like I’ve been telling you I don’t love you or something.”

“Isn’t that what it feels like?” I shot back, feeling the tears burn in my eyes. “You always joke about them, about the ‘perfect’ women, and I’m here—trying to make this work with someone who doesn’t even seem to notice what he’s doing to me.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but I held up a hand, cutting him off. “I don’t want to talk anymore, James. I just can’t right now.”

Without another word, I turned and stormed off, locking myself in our bedroom. I collapsed onto the bed, the sobs wracking through me as everything I’d kept inside for so long spilled out. I could hear James’ voice faintly on the other side of the door, but I couldn’t face him. Not yet.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and something sweet wafting through the air. I sniffed the air, a faint sense of warmth and comfort tugging at me. When I walked into the kitchen, James was standing at the stove, his hair messy, wearing his usual sleep shirt and sweatpants. The table was set with a plate of pancakes, freshly cut fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee.

He turned when he heard me, and his face softened. “Morning,” he said quietly, though his voice was a little raw. “I, uh… made us breakfast.”

I stared at him for a long moment, still feeling the weight of last night’s argument, but the gesture caught me off guard. He set the pan down and walked over to me, taking my hands gently in his. “I’m sorry, Y/N. For what I said. I was being an idiot. I never meant to make you feel like that. I never wanted you to feel less than. You are everything to me, and I know I messed up. I know I’ve hurt you.”

Tears pricked at my eyes again as he continued. “You are so special to me. You’re the one I chose. And I was stupid for not realizing how deeply it was affecting you. Please, forgive me.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I was just scared, James. Scared that maybe you wanted someone else… someone who fits better.”

He cupped my face gently, brushing away the tears. “You fit me perfectly, Y/N. You always have. I don’t need anyone else. Only you.”

I leaned into his touch, my breath shaky. The ache in my chest started to fade as I allowed myself to believe him. When he pulled me into a hug, I melted into his arms, letting myself feel the warmth of his love, the strength of his sincerity.

“Let’s eat,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Together.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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Am i the asshole for responding in distress and upset after my best friend of six years cut me off??

Now, i know this sounds really cut and dry to begin with, but i promise it’s way more than just the title. That’s why I’m reaching out in confusion here.

About three weeks ago, my best friend of six years asked if i was free in the evening. It’s important to note that at this time there had been no communicated issues between us, I legitimately thought everything was fine. I try to be a very communicative person, so i talk about issues when they come up, and encourage them to do the same.

they showed up on my doorstep at 10:30 at night and asked me to come outside. Assuming we were going to be driving around and hanging out, i grabbed my things and happily skipped out to their car where they were waiting for me, and proceeded to say,

“I don’t know how to put this in a better way than this. I don’t think we work. I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

To say i was completely shell shocked would have been an understatement. I didn’t even know we had issues. We had been inseparable for six years, and even planned to move in together. At first i briefly thought they were joking, but when i realized they weren’t i turned around and walked back inside. I knew it would have been best for me not to continue to conversation in person. They hate being screamed at, and i knew i wasn’t going to be capable of not raising my voice in that moment as they gave me no warning of this situation, and no time to process. So, i simply turned around and went back inside. They texted me a few minutes later saying that they hated it had to be this way, but they needed to grow as a person.

Naturally, i have no issue with needing to personally grow, but i felt i had no understanding of the situation, so i asked them why and why i might have done to bring this on. They said that they constantly feel ashamed around me, and that they couldn’t be themselves around me. I was confused, and quickly let them know that i have always encouraged them to be the person they want to be around me, and to not hide themselves. However, they said they couldn’t.

They said that they make me uncomfortable, and that they scare me. Naturally, as this wasn’t true, i asked them where they got this notion, seeing as i had never said such a thing to them. They said they could tell from my body language, which i found to be ridiculous. I told them it was unfair of them to assume how i feel about them without even asking me, and that if i was upset with them i would have told them. They said,

“You don’t have to say anything.” Your body language says enough.

They than proceeded to say that we were different people, coming from different backgrounds, and that made us incompatible. I asked them what they meant, and they told me

“You have more opportunities than I do, and always will, and you're comfortable with that, again, that is okay.

You can have a decent paying job in a church, spend money on coffee and dirt cheap earrings online, and repress yourself around people you're afraid of, and my experience in the world is entirely different.”

This message completely confused me, as 1.) i don’t believe the opportunities a person has should define them as a person, and i certainly never flaunted mine. I’m in college, yes, and i have a decent paying job… but never have i rubbed that in anyone’s face, in fact i try to do the exact opposite. I felt icky about the way they commented on how i spend my money… as it never effected them, and i didn’t like the light that they were painting me in.

Not to mention, they seemed to be calling attention to the fact that i wasn’t out yet with my family (I’m bisexual.) when they brought up me repressing myself. In the time I’m in right now, this is a non-negotiable for me, as my family is intensely homophobic and would have disowned me if i came out. My ex best friend has always been more radical than me in a lot of view points, and i hate the thought that they may have demonized my fear of my life falling apart around me.

Naturally, after reading this message, i accused them of calling me shallow. They said they weren’t accusing me of anything, but i believe there’s no denying the object accusations and rude phrasing of the message that they had sent.

The conversation went on for some time, with me desperately attempting to understand what was going on, before finally i grew angry.

I told them it was unfair, no matter what their reasoning was, that they handled it this way.

They said it was fine because it was a selfish decision they were making for their own betterment and mental health.

I understand this- but none the less, i feel the way they handled it was wrong.

I told them that they should have given me some warning or time to prepare for this serious conversation, but they claimed that there was no way they could have prepared me for it. I told them it was unfair of them to expect a calm reaction out of me when they literally ripped the rug out from under me and cornered me into a volatile response. They told others that my emotional reaction to all of this was me ‘attempting to manipulate them.’…. I genuinely can’t figure out if this is true or not. I believe manipulation implies i had something to gain… but i didn’t- i just- didn’t understand anything, and i was angry and hurt and i wanted them to know that how they had handled this was wrong.

They told others that my reaction was extremely emotionally immature… and i just- don’t understand anything anymore.

Following they interaction, i went to my two other closest friends. I needed my support system. I was scared and alone. I didn’t try to manipulate the situation into something it wasn’t. I didn’t want that. I wanted objective opinions. I offered the situation in its full, explaining it and showing all the screenshots, asking for opinions and advice.

One of these people happened to be my ex best friends partner…. But they were my best friend as well. We were a trio, always going to each other. This is where the situation gets messy. Maybe i shouldn’t have gone to him- but he was also my best friend… i was equally as close with him as i was my other best friend. I called him in tears, showing him all the screenshots and telling him i didn’t know what to do. I specifically told him he didn’t have to choose sides, and i didn’t want that… but i did express my fear that he would stop being my friend too. I didn’t want him to choose sides, i didn’t care if he remained with my ex best friend. I just didn’t want to lose him too.

He read through the messages, and was so horrified by my ex-best friends behavior that he felt as though he couldn’t trust them anymore. He said it was like seeing a different side of them. I didn’t say or do anything, he came to his own conclusions after looking at the situation, and he even told me he has his own issues with them separately from my situation. I still repeatedly have reminded him that he doesn’t have to make any rash decisions just to defend me, and he says he knows that… but it’s his personal stuff as well. He took a break from my ex-best friend.

As of recent, my ex-best friend has been telling others that i am manipulative, and that i am rallying people against them. They’ve aired out my personal information to others… people i go to school with. Though they didn’t give names, everyone they are talking to knows our friend group very intimately. These people know exactly who they are talking about.

They have told people I’m a narcissist because my parents are too… they’ve said “they feel bad for me” for responding the way i did, because I’m ‘traumatized’, so of course my reactions would be emotionally immature. They’ve accused me of jumping to conclusions… they haven’t given the whole story to these people. They’ve only shown one screenshot towards the end of our argument where i finally snapped and said ‘fuck you’. They showed nothing that lead up to it… only me in my worst moment and not what they said to cause it.

And they’ve accused me of rallying the people around them against them. This is in now way the case… but even if was doing it on accident… (which i don’t think I’m doing.)

It would only be two people… one of which is my close friend and their acquaintance…. It’s almost as if they don’t want me to ask for support to anyone about this… but i feel as though I’ve been made into a terrible villain, even after reaching out a few days later and apologizing for getting so emotional. I told them i never wanted them to feel like they couldn’t be themselves around me, but they never communicated that so how would i have known? Even still… i apologized, but told them it wasn’t fair how they sprung it on me and asked them to maybe try to understand my reaction. They excused that by saying that they only had half a week of preparation… which doesn’t seem fair seeing as i only got 10 seconds.

Too long didn’t read: my best friend showed up at my house at 10:30 at night and dropped me, accused me of things (maybe?? I’m not even sure anymore??) and then accused me of manipulatively rallying people against them when i reached out to my two closest friends for support- when they’ve been doing the exact same thing.

Am i the asshole?

Please be honest here- i don’t need pity. I need truth. I’m lost and confused and I’ve never been more angry and hurt than i am right now and i don’t understand what the fuck is going on-.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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miltonbarbie · 2 years ago

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Kokichi and F!y/n who's the ultimate beauty </3

When kokichi first saw you, he gasped. Like literally gasped. But who wouldn't? When you walked into the room, everyone stared at you. Kaede was at awe, Shuichi was a blushy mess. God even Maki was suprised. You were used to this type of attention, but didn't brag about it since you were a humble girl. Kokichi decided to be brave and introduce himself to you, trying really hard to not go insane while talking to you. He cracked up a really odd joke, and you laughed.

OH MY FREAKING GOD.

Your laugh and smile was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. He hid his face in his scarf because he was so close to breaking his act. Underneath, he turned red. REALLY RED. You soon got closer with him because he would always come to you and ask if you could help with his pranks. You slowly developed a crush on Kokichi because he always made you laugh and he even shared his panta. Just a little though, he loves his panta. A lot of the time Kokichi would never see you alone, so many people tried confessing to you and failed everytime. Literally every single confession, or love letter. You declined. Kokichi thought he didn't have a chance, you could've been better of with Rantaro he thought. You talked to Rantaro a lot, but that was partially because you would always get assigned seats with him. It took you some time to realize that Kokichi wasn't just teasing you for fun, or treating you differently just because you were his friend. He liked you. And he liked you A LOT. LIKE A BUNCH.

It's so freaking obvious that he likes you even Monokuma knows.

Kokichi tried to do everything he could for you to get the hint, you weren't oblivious, its just that everytime he would try to flirt, it would end up with him getting flustered instead.

Last time you flirted back he started squealing, blushing and fangirling. Of course you didn't know though.

"Aww Y/n-chan your face looks so adorable whenever I tease you!"

"Kokichi, have I ever told you that your cute whenever you smile like that?"

... Mf was speechless

"I- uhm, I-i-im sorry AHAHA- I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO." And then continues to run away with his thoughts swirling around his head and his heart pounding like crazy.

When he confessed to you, it was really quick and he avoided you for a few days afterwards. When he told you he loved you, he was on the verge of tears because he thought you would reject him right on the spot like you did to everyone else.

But once you found him insulting Miu, like always. You took the opportunity to sneak behind him, grab his arm and take him somewhere private where you two could talk alone.

"Kokichi, please, I NEED to talk to you, you've been avoiding me for days and I really want to tell you something."

"No. I-it's fine Y/n-chan. We can stay as frie-"

Before he could finish his stupid response, you tugged on his scarf, brought him closer to you and kissed him right on the spot. When you pulled away, he was feeling multiple emotions at once. Hearing the words "I love you too" come out of your mouth was like music to his ears, and it felt like a dream.

You two started dating after a week of awkward eye contact and blushing everytime you two saw each other. Kaede was the one who made you two share your feelings and decide to get together.

Kokichi was the best boyfriend ever! He spoiled you like crazy! Chocolate, stuffed animals, Tons of cuddling and movie nights. He is literally such a good lover i'm simping so hard right now. You have his whole heart. And you feel the exact same way!

thank you for reading </3 Lysm :)

#danganronpa #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma #danganronpa x reader #drv3 kokichi #female reader

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grumpypixistix · 1 year ago

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Can you do one where Y/N is a spider woman and her and Miguel are in a relationship. Even though he claims to like to work alone, most of his missions involved her. After a verve racking mission, Miguel and Y/N play a game of cat and mouse throughout the city, just let off steam. Miguel eventually catches Y/N (she lets him), and they have a little make out scene (no smut, just a good make out scene)

Of course I can, lovely! :) ❤️

(Also i sincerely apologize for the wait! I hope you enjoy)

Run and hide

Miguel O’Hara x Spider!reader

Warnings- No smut just a make out session, being hunted down(?)

A/N- Was this only supposed to take a few days to make? Yes. Did it take me over 2 weeks to finish? ….maybe- (but jokes aside, I’m so sorry for the delay. My mental health isn’t the best at the moment and I was very drained for a while. But I’m a little better now! Please feel free to request more stuff and I’ll get to it when I have the chance!)

Miguel always claimed that he liked to work alone, even though everyone seemed to notice otherwise. Most of the missions he went on, he always brought you with. Whenever anyone would ask about this, he was quick to shut it down, claiming it was purely coincidental.

But you knew that was a lie. And so did he.

The two of you had been in a secret relationship for quite some time, and the two of you agreed to keep it that way for the sake of keeping the Spider-verse together. The last thing Miguel needed was his workers nagging him about you 24/7, especially Peter. You were fine with this, knowing how stressed Miguel could get easily, especially with his job as the leader of the Spider Society.

But it wasn’t until you two went on another mission together when things started going downhill. Plan after plan got ruined, which ended up in nearly getting the both of you killed. It caused a lot of pent up emotions inside of Miguel, the idea of you getting hurt or even killed making his stomach churn and tighten.

So after barely escaping the mission, Miguel came up with an idea to let off some steam. He needed it, and you knew it. With that knowledge in mind, you agreed to the idea, even though he didn’t give a lot of details as to what the idea was. But since you had just escaped a hellish mission with him, you were open to anything.

Miguel opened up a portal in front of you, noticing your confused expression. He then set a timer on his watch, looking up at you.

“I’ll give you a 30 second head start. That should give you enough time to get ahead of me…” Miguel spoke lowly, tilting his head towards the direction of the portal.

You stood there for a few seconds, still a little confused.

“You want me to… run away from you?” You questioned.

Miguel just stared at you in silence, slightly nodding his head.

“I suggest you start now. You’re down to 24 seconds.”

Your eyes widened as you quickly bolted towards the portal, entering into the heart of the city. You began to swing with your webs through the gaps of the large buildings, quickly finding an abandoned building and hanging from the ceiling. You tried to blend in with the darkness of the shadows, making sure to not make a single noise. After some fidgeting around and making sure you were secured, the faint woosh of the portal was heard from afar.

You couldn’t trace where the exact location of the sound was.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you tried desperately to look around for Miguel, making sure you were still hidden in the process. Once he finally came into your view, your breath was caught in your throat. You quietly crawled across the ceiling and out of the window, just in time for him to turn his head up to catch a glimpse of your suit colors. Miguel muttered to himself and clicked his tongue, shooting his web and exiting from the same window you had crawled out of.

He didn’t know why, but the hunt made him feel… better. It made him feel like he was finally in control of a situation for once. And hunting you down made it even more thrilling for him, since he knew you wouldn’t get hurt.

And honestly, you could say the same. Trying to run and hide from Miguel made you forget all about the dangerous mission, since you weren’t in any real harm this time. It was just to blow off steam, and it worked.

During the time Miguel had noticed you exit, you had made it far enough away from the building you were in.

At least you thought it was far enough.

You had swung at least 6 buildings south of where you initially were, so there was no way he’d be able to find you… right?

Entering through the fire escape on the roof, you managed to stay hidden once more. The whole building was dark and cold, but you were able to see from the glow-up suit Miguel had made for you. You guided yourself through the building from the light source and found the stairwell, jumping through the gap and landing on the ground floor. And as you continued to look for the exit on the floor, you could hear a faint thud from a few floors up.

Again, not knowing where the source came from, adrenaline rushed through your body once more.

You ran through the dimly lit floor, trying desperately to look for the exit. As you did so, the sound became louder… and closer. The more you ran and searched for the exit, the closer the sound got and you couldn’t find the exit. The more doors you ran through, the more lost you became. You panted and tried to catch your breath, hiding from whatever the noise was caused by.

But then the noise stopped. It was completely silent.

You could hear your thumping heartbeat in your ears, your breath still heavy from running around. You waited for what felt like hours before growing the courage to move around again. After finally being able to calm down and think straight, you looked for the exit as quietly as possible.

But as you tried to move again, you felt a pair of large hands grab you and lift you from behind.

You gasped loudly and felt your back slam up against the wall, making eye contact with whoever it was that grabbed you.

It was Miguel.

He had a relieved expression on his face, forming into a small grin.

“Finally caught you” Miguel panted out softly, cupping your face as he pinned you against the wall.

You didn’t even fight back and keep the game up. You let him take you.

A quiet chuckle left your lips as you returned the grin.

“You’re lucky I let you�� You teased, eyes flicking to Miguel’s lips and back up to his dark eyes.

A mutter left Miguel’s mouth as he chuckled and kissed you, taking his time as he held you close. His kisses were soft and passionate, his hands moving from cupping your face to gripping your waist. Your hands ran through his hair as you kissed him with just as much passion, trying to catch your breath with each pause.

But Miguel always pulled you right back into another kiss, not wanting to let go of you whatsoever. After the mission, that was the last thing he wanted to do. But being able to catch you was like a reward to him. His hands trailed everywhere on your body, his tongue slipping into your mouth with a soft moan.

After moments of the heated kiss, the two of you finally pulled away for some air. You looked up at Miguel’s eyes as you panted softly, hands resting on his chest. Miguel stared back at you for a few quiet seconds before letting out a sigh and shaking his head.

“I’m definitely not letting you split up with me on missions now… you’re gonna stick to my side no matter what, got that?” Miguel said lowly, his hands moving up to cup your face once more.

You look and him and slowly nod your head, one of your hands moving to cup over his.

“Okay… I’m sorry I did that, it was a stupid idea anyways-“

Miguel cut you off with a firm kiss to your lips, gently tugging on your bottom lip.

“Don’t say that, cariño. It wasn’t stupid, you were just doing your job. You gave suggestions when the situation needed it… that’s not stupid.”

A sigh left your lips as you looked up at him, a small smile on your face. You moved a little to kiss his cheek, a soft blush on both of your faces.

“Thank you… really.”

Miguel smiled at you and chuckled before kissing your forehead and lips.

“Of course” He whispered back before taking a step away to open a portal back home.

You looked over at the portal and back at Miguel, taking his hand into yours and giving it a small squeeze. Miguel looks back at you and holds your hand as well.

“Ready to go back?” Miguel asks you.

You nod and pull him in for one last kiss, “Never wanted to go back more than now.”

A small laugh left Miguel as you said that, kissing you back and pulling you into the portal.

After that day, Miguel made it into a routine to hunt you around the city after missions, always catching you and bringing you back home safely.

#sorry this took so long #mental health sucks #miguel 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel atsv

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yorutsuki · 1 month ago

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「 ✦ Befriending the Worse Pt. 4 ✦ 」

↳ Kourina, a fairly new transfer student who attended UA. Fairly quickly, the two of you had started a friendship. It started off quite nicely, the two of you shared many things in common and enjoyed each other's comapany. Until a few weeks pass—the friendship takes a turn and became-well, more like a one sided friendship..

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You looked horrid.

Eye-bags sunken within your sockets, hair uneven, and lips slightly chapped—tinted a pinkish pale.

You had woken up a few times during the night, unable to sleep until after a good hour.

With a groaned sigh, you applied concealer to your eye-bags and added chapstick to try concealing last night's events.

Making your way to the door, you looked down to see your untouched phone. Hesitantly, you picked it up before flipping it—the screen illuminating revealing all sorts of pings and a shattering 1%.

At times like this, you wished you owned an electrical quirk..

Quickly, you grabbed your charger before heading down to the common room where you were abruptly greeted by a few classmates.

"There you are! We were worried when you didn't come downstairs last night for dinner!" Mina whined from the table.

"You weren't answering any texts either!"

"Sorry, my phone died, and I was quite exhausted yesterday so I crashed out." You reassured, plugging your charger into the counter out-lit, your phone illuminating once more.

Suddenly Denki came rushing down to the common room and made a b-line towards the pink-ette immediately showing her his phone—Tokoyami and Jirou glancing over at the new abruptness.

You studied Mina's face as it switched from confusion to conflicted.

"You sure thats her—well, both of them?" She asked as Denki guilty nodded.

Your attention soon shifted to the familiar newcomers of red and black as both of them looked at Denki confusedly.

"Dude, you good there? You were practically running at 6 miles an hour?" Sero questioned. Kirishima glanced around, his eyes falling onto you with a smile as you waved.

"L/n, are you doing alright? Y'know with yesterday and.." His voice trailed off, a bit unsure to finish the sentence. "it's fine, though it hurt and still does a bit, i'm not going to go be bothered by it being brought up unless its joked about or something like that." You shrugged, leaning against the counter with your arms propping you up.

Kirishima nodded, "and don't worry, i'll get over it." You interrupted, as he furrowed him brows lightly. "Though we might not know the exact effort, we all know how much you cherished that item, and especially the worked put into it." His eyes softened in sympathy, "so please don't think it shouldn't be something just get over."

You looked at the red haired teenager in awe, before nodding, "thanks..i'll keep that in mind." You softly smiled.

As the common room filled, more of the original students had an aura of weariness and soon you felt a small tap on your arm.

"Uh y/n, we need to show you something." Mina ushered you over to a secluded corner, Denki and Sero following in suite.

"What is it?" You questioned, your nerves creeping in. Mina grimaced, handing over her phone as the others looked almost apologetic.

You furrowed your brows as you looked down to the device.

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Your blood ran cold the further you read. Your eyes double checking the messages, believing your eyes were deceiving you.

You couldn't believe what you were reading.

haha...are you fucking serious?

"You guys..don't actually think that-..that it's true right?"

"No, we don't." Mina cut, shaking her head as she crossed her arms.

"I mean, the messages are sorta convi-" a slap to the arm by his tape dispenser of a friend shut up the lightning-bolt blonde as the dark haired teenager shook his head.

You looked up at Denki then glanced at the others who held conflicted emotions.

You looked back at the phone before heading over to where your phone laid charging, ultimately gaining a few looks.

You unlocked your phone, before heading to messages, scrolling through last night's interaction but found most messages changed to Kourina's liking on her end.

"You damned fuck.." You cursed under your breathe before heading over to twitter and entering her user, though the empty search exposed her intentions of hiding it from you.

You breathed out a sharp yet shaky breath.

"I'm heading out to the gym. Please don't follow me." You hissed, grabbing your phone harshly, pulling it from the charger before opening the door and slamming it shut—the sudden noise making some jump.

"What happened to L/n?" Uraraka commented, looking towards the shut door, her voice laced with worry. Sero signaled to the others for permission. Denki shrugged as Mina nodded,

It was public anyways,

"Y-"

"Hey, do you guys know where Todoroki or Midoriya is?"

......................................

Another frustrated groan emitted from you, loudly, as you punched nothing.

"What the fuck!?" You shouted, throwing a bottle of water you bought from the vending machine around the corner—it's continents splattering on impact.

"After everything, what the hell!? It was just a stupid-!?" Your breathing was rigid as you felt excessive energy and emotions coursing through your body.

You heard the sound of noises just around the corner, you looked up to find non other than familiar brown hair, tied into a high pony.

"You.." You seethed before taking a sharp breath before sighing.

Kourina glanced at you, her brows furrowing. She stood near the doorway, glaring at you almost.

"We need to fucking talk."

"About what?"

Your eye twitched, was she this dense or just trying to get under your skin?

"You know what I mean. The images? The tweets?"

Kourina gulped, her eyes widened only for a split second before returning to that spiteful glare. Did she not understand how friendship or gossip worked?

"I only posted the truth. I didn't want to do that but what you said was uncalled for and just-"

"Drop the damn act—don't give me that crap. You and I both know that those images were edited. We both know that those weren't the truth." You stated, your fists clenching in annoyance and irritation at how oblivious she was acting.

You felt stinging sensations, that threatened to pour out, like a cracked dam waiting to explode. Your head lowered at the ground, swallowing a threatening cry.

"I just want to know why...

...not just the pictures but everything else." You spoke, your voice laced with hurt and betrayal, even hints of anger.

"The embarrassment, the guilt-tripping-"

"shut up."

"Shut up!"

"SHUT UP!"

Your head snapped up at the outburst.

"You! You don't get to speak—you're a selfish bitch! You're so fucking self-centered!"

Your eyes widened, speechless at the irony of the words spewing from her mouth like venom. Your brows furrowed, it felt laughable to you—how hypocritical she sounded, how desperate her tone was that even she believed her own delusions.

You grit your teeth at the absurdity. "Me? Selfish!? You know the countless of nights i've spent trying to do something for you? Things i've given up to make your mood even slightly positive!? And what have you done? Only gave me backlash and criticism!"

"Because that's what you deserve! I don't give a damn about what you've done, all of it was mockery anyways!" She hissed, throwing her stuff on the ground. "Dammit, just how the FUCK did they let someone like you in class 1-A?!" She yelled.

You froze.

"so..thats what this is all about, because i'm in a DAMN CLASS!?" You shouted.

"Well of—fucking—course!? Did you really think i'd want to befriend someone like you?" She laughed.

"..yes."

The girl froze in her tracks, her eyes scanning over yours, trying to find any signal for empty words, though couldn't. You heard a sharp breath before a chain of laughter.

"Holy shit you're dumber than I expected! The top ranked and you actually believed that delusion?"

"how fucking pathetic..." She seethed in disgust before striding closer, leaning down to your bowed head as a cocky grin of malice etched onto her lips.

"You disgust me."

"You pathetic waste of-"

A heavy blow struck her square on the cheek, causing her fall—a heavy red mark signaling the blow.

"I hate you."

Kourina lifted herself off the floor as she swayed from the impact. A sickly sweet smile tugging her lips as her eyes bore into yours.

"And I despise you."

"Lets just see how long you last in class 1-A, much less, UA." She ushered. "-and when your gone who knows? Maybe i'll take over that spo-"

She felt her back slam into the gym wall, harsh enough to leave a small dent. She groaned at the impact. "Theres a damn good reason i'm in the hero course and ranked high." You sneered, your scythe gripped tightly next to you.

"Thats enough." A cold voice interrupted.

"T-todoroki? Midoriya?" Kourina spoke, her voice seemingly about to break. "I think she broke a damn rib. I don't understand why she-"

"Save it. We heard it all."

#scenerios #x reader #oneshot #mha #my hero academia #my hero acedamia x reader #deku x reader #bakugo x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #midoriya x reader

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stuckytoyoulikeglue · 1 year ago

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I've been wanting to get my thoughts on Steve's ending off my chest for literal years and I read something earlier that finally prompted me to write it all down.

This is entirely my own, personal, biassed opinion.

I do not want a fight. Or even a 'healthy debate', if I'm being honest.

If you don't agree, that's cool, just move along, nothing to see here.

Please don't be mean, I'm a delicate flower and I can't take it.

So... Like most of the people I've come across in my preferred branch of the fandom, I didn't love Steve's ending.

Unlike a lot of people, I didn't actually have a problem with the end result, just the motivation behind it.

Chris was done, Steve needed to be written out, Tony founded the universe and deserved to be its ultimate saviour, so the best case scenario was to give Steve a happy ending. I'm glad he got a happy ending. I love him, I wanted him to be happy.

But...

The exact same story arc, only without it being his choice, would still have given him the happy ending that Marvel presumably wanted for him. It would have given him the girl that got away, and the chance to finally live the life that he thought he'd lost, and all without betraying his character.

I still think it was incredibly dumb not to leave him trapped in the past (and making the most of it) after returning the stones, rather than having him choose to walk away (from everything, but especially Bucky, no matter how you see their relationship), but one thing that I keep seeing posts about (some joking, but most not), that I do not get at all, is why so many people seem to think that everything else would have played out exactly the same, just with him as Peggy's hubby instead of the man she married in the MCU timeline (I'm not debating here whether that was Daniel or not).

Yes, Steve's character was damaged by his choice to walk away, but he's still Steve. He wouldn't have sat idly by and watched Hydra sink its claws into the SHIELD Peggy was building in front of him. He wouldn't have just left Bucky to stew in Siberia. We don't even know if he actually put down the shield for any real length of time.

After all, he didn't return to pass it on to Sam until he was an old man, and the shield he passed along was a different shield. Maybe it was a new one that was made for him after his old one was lost to the ice, maybe he had it made specially to give to Sam, who knows? But what we do know as a result, is that whatever happened in his new timeline, it was not the same as what happened in ours.

Personally I choose to believe that Bucky lives next door, the Starks come round for tea most weeks, and everyone just dotes on ickle baby Tony, not least his dad. They're still in touch with the rest of the Howlies, though they don't get to see them as often as they'd like, and ideally Zola is rotting in a cell somewhere.

Admittedly, I'm not sure what I reckon happened to the original Steve from that timeline. Maybe he didn't survive the ice, maybe they defrosted him early and the two Steves started a rota for playing Cap so they both get a chance to actually have a life in between punching bad guys. Maybe he's living in sin with Bucky, pretending he's our Steve's identical twin brother if anyone ever sees them both at the same time. It doesn't really matter.

My point is that damn near anything could have happened in that new, mysterious universe, because the only certainty we have is that it was exactly like ours until Steve went 'back' to it, and it was definitely not the same as ours from that point on.

Butterfly effect and all, Steve's mere existence guarantees that it's different and, as I already mentioned, the shield that he gives Sam provides concrete proof of it.

Of course, I'm not saying things necessary played out any better. Maybe SHIELD didn't fall, but the governments of the world did. Maybe Steve saved Bucky only for him to be hit by a bus mere weeks after he brought him home to Brooklyn. But in no world did Steve sit there casually tossing a salad while fully aware that his brainwashed best friend was off to murder the president.

That is all (for now).

PS. I love Peggy. I'm still miffed they cancelled Agent Carter. I don't think having her marry Steve in an alternate timeline takes anything away from who she was or what she built in ours. Her legacy is entirely intact in our world, and in another world she was doubtlessly equally kickass, she just got to have Steve too.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #peggy carter #captain america #stucky #steggy #avengers endgame #i am absolutely going to regret posting this in the morning

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 12 days ago

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Rhys James finally did a ComCom episode, I don’t know why that took so long but it’s pretty good. Came out now because of his new special, I assume:

I liked the special. It was a good special. It was funny. It made me laugh several times. I know I made a post before I watched it, I don't think I actually posted after seeing it, so I'll say now that I saw it, I liked it. It had a fun theme, a good angle, funny jokes.

It just... I don't know how to explain what I wanted from it, which I think is why I didn't post about it before. I felt like there's more that I expect from Rhys James, but I'm not even sure what that is. I've posted before the feminist slam poetry that he stuck in one of his previous specials (actually both his previous specials had spoken word poetry at some point in them), as an example of something surprising coming from the annoying little guy from Mock the Week.

I did genuinely enjoy the poetry bits in his previous shows, but I'm not saying he should start doing that in every show. In fact, I'm pretty sure he should not try to do spoken word poetry in every show. I just feel like there could have been something more to make this show original. Mock the Week isn't exactly known for being the vehicle for comedy that's full of substance, but Rhys James brought something memorable to that show, he'd go dark with some of his jokes and would play off the contrast between that and his baby face. I have found myself watching his stand-up and thinking... he's been talking for an hour and I feel like he's fallen just barely short of reaching the sharp depths that I've seen him reach in a few lines on Mock the Week.

I don't know what it is. It doesn't have to be slam poetry, and it doesn't have to be trauma, I don't need to see Rhys James do a dead dad show. I liked the theme he picked for this latest one, about competitiveness when it comes to life goals. He just wrapped it in too many neat platitudes for my liking. A little aggression in it, about topics more serious than cold-water swimming.

I watched Rhys James' Spilt Milk special around the same time that I watched the latest Alasdair Beckett-King special on NextUp, called Nevermore. I found that an interesting contrast, because watching ABK made me think the exact opposite. ABK started with a bunch of relatively straight-forward stand-up - he was obviously saying some weird stuff, because he's weird, but he was just telling funny stories and jokes, instead of going all the way off into fantasy worlds - and it was so fucking funny that I found myself willing him not to stop. Knowing ABK, I figured that this was probably just the warm-up before he goes into whatever the conceit of this show will be, the surreal stuff. But the warm-up, regular stand-up stories, were so compelling that I hoped he'd take a long time to move on from them.

Fortunately, ABK was not just setting up something else, and pretty much the whole special was the stuff I liked. I thought the whole thing was brilliant. There was a bit of gimmicky stuff in there, but mostly he just told hilarious stories all the way through. I highly recommend it, to anyone who has NextUp.

Watching Rhys James, I found myself thinking the opposite. I kept thinking... these stories and jokes are funny, but I hope he's just setting up his premise right now, and then he'll get into the meat of it. But he didn't really, it all went like that. Built up to a nice conclusion around a coherent theme with some well-structured callbacks, as any well-ordered stand-up hour should. But I wanted more, which isn't fair. As Pierre Novellie says, it isn't really fair to consider it a bad thing to call something "Just a really funny hour of comedy".

Anyway, I quite enjoyed Rhys James' ComCom episode. I think he's quite intelligent, and he had some insightful things to say about both stand-up and the panel show industry. He addressed a thing I'd wondered about before, but hadn't seen anyone else mention: the strange fact that Rhys James seems to be the one comedian in the world who's done shitloads of episodes of one panel show (Mock the Week), but has been on pretty much no other TV. His ComCom episode finally offers an explanation for that confusing phenomenon, and the explanation was: He has also noticed this, and he does not know why it's worked out that way either. He assumed Mock the Week would open other doors for him in TV, the way it has for every single other comedian who's done it, and is understandably confused and/or miffed that it didn't. Fair enough.

He talked a bunch in his ComCom episode about being just another straight white guy on the comedy circuit, how he and Stuart Goldsmith both have to overcome that inherent lack of USP. But I think Rhys James is wrong about that. First of all, he does not look exactly like every other straight white guy on the comedy circuit. He looks, as Stuart Goldsmith accurately put it, exactly like a porcelain doll. Not even just because his skin is so pale white, it's more the fact that he looks like he's not a real person. While also looking like a small child. Extreme Babyface Syndrome. He jokes about looking like Ed Gamble, but he does not really look like Ed Gamble, because Ed Gamble does not look like a small child. Ed Gamble looks like any other straight white guy on the comedy circuit. Rhys James does, for however much this matters, have a more memorable physical appearance than most of those guys.

But obviously that's not the main thing. I always found Rhys James extra memorable on Mock the Week, as compared to a lot of the other hordes of straight white guys who rotated through there, because he could go sharper, smarter, darker, and bleaker, quicker than the others could. There is nothing generic about his sense of humour. And I see some of that in his stand-up, but not as much as there could be, I think.

Anyway, his ComCom episode also reminded me of how much I liked Rhys James' recent podcast, Dial F for Football. A six-part radio sitcom about a fictional football chat show, written by Rhys James and starring Lolly Adefope and some other people who are not as good as Lolly Adefope (not that the others are bad, just that Lolly is absolutely on fire in this show), it's worth a listen:

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b0ard1ngsch00l · 2 months ago

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(boss crush anon) thanks :D i'll start with context, im 28 and hes 48..funnily enough i had a dream recently where i was back in high school and he was my teacher LOL, thought that was relevant. ive had this crush for a few months now and have been writing about every little interaction i have with him. one of your posts that rly spoke to me was "i want to mean something to him", bc girl no joke ive written that exact sentiment about him before. every time i talk to him feels special, i get a legit high thinking about seeing him every day. hes so painfully handsome and nice to me, sometimes when he sees me his whole face just lights up and he gives me this HUGE smile. hes also the only person i work with who calls me by a shortened version of my name <3 one of my other coworkers even noticed that he did that and i was like 0///0 yeah he has a nickname for me so what?

there was an after-work happy hour that i went to once, i brought a friend and asked her to watch how he acted around me bc he can be hard for me to read sometimes, i cant see his behavior objectively when i have so much wishful thinking going on lol. she told me later that when we walked in, he made a beeline straight for me right away, and seemed sorta shy when talking to me. she asked how i was doing at my job (i was new at the time) and he said something like "shes awesome! every day that shes here is a great day!" and my face mustve been beet red..he kept showing up in our conversations with other people and standing near me, something ive noticed he does a lot in group situations. just recently, we had an premiere with lots of people and since i was on the clock i was standing by myself in the back of the room, watching in case someone needed anything. fr he comes over and stands RIGHT next to me. there was no one else around that area, he chose to stand right beside me while we watched the premiere.

he was out of the office for a whole week once (work related reasons) and i angsted so hard..not seeing him on weekends is bad enough but this was like 10 days and i was going feral. we followed each other on instagram after that happy hour and during that week he was gone he randomly liked one of my posts late at night. i have to wonder if he was missing me too..the next day he came by my work area to ask "whats new?", like he just wanted to catch up after being away which i thought was sweet. yesterday he was teasing me about hiding some of our work halloween decorations in my car to scare me (cute lol), today he was showing me how to tape a package with a confusing tape dispenser and our hands brushed multiple times while handing the tape back and forth, and god only knows whatll happen tomorrow!!

hes so wonderful and i rly want to know more about him, i want to be around him constantly and any time i get with him is instant dopamine. hes intoxicating and i feel selfish wishing he'd break a million rules for me (boss/employee relations, 20 year age gap, and yeah you guessed it hes also married) but i just cant help myself......im not planning on making a move bc i love my job too much to risk getting fired for that, but if HE did you know id reciprocate in an instant. but im glad to just know him even if things remain the same as they are forever, as much as i wish theyd escalate. THANK YOU for letting me get this all out of my system, theres even more i could say but this is long enough lol. have an amazing day, G <333333333

This was very enjoyable to read thank you! The way you both are seems sooo cute! I’m so glad you can relate to me <33 I so get you, and everything you’re feeling yk. It’s hard being obsessed with middle aged men who deep down you know you can’t have😭 but also there’s no other feeling like it and it’s kinda the best! Any time you need to rant about him I’d love to hear!💕

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rsedits9420 · 2 years ago

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Ceilings pt 3

Masterlist

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Reader x Ethan Edwards

Reader x Mark Estapa

*Flashback from 7 months ago*

y/n’s pov

Today Mark instated on us going to some park close to campus. His exact words were,” Y/n you need to get out of bed, I feel like you might as well have morphed into it by now. Now, come on I’ll take you on a picnic. Oh! I’ll get us some subs to eat, but you can have my pickle. I hate those things.” He’s made it his goal to help me overcome the heartbreak Ethan gave me. He’s taking me bowling, skating, and even to a redwings game, just trying to cheer me up. I never knew Mark had this side in him. On the ice, he looks like a complete total asshole, but in reality, he's one of the nicest humans ever. I never would have known my ex’s best friend would later become mine. Mark says he still keeps in touch with Ethan, but that it's only ever so often.

That makes sense right, I mean it's the same thing he did to me. I guess the big leagues changed him.

“Why is it so cold? I thought you said it was going to be sunny?” I say to Mark. “Well, let me check the forecast.” He pulls out his phone and says,” Look, It says sunny and in the low 60s.” “Buddy that's for next week. Not today.” I say laughing. “Oh shit! Its the 5th? Well, then I’ve fucked up all of my classes for this week.” Somehow he always finds a way to make me happy. Even the week after me and Ethan broke up, Mark was there to put a smile on my face. He’s always been there.

After we ate our sandwiches, we’ve just been sitting and talking. He’s getting anxious about his career after college. I can tell it’s been taking a toll on him. He keeps getting too hard on himself for how he’s playing. I feel bad. He’s a great player, and yet he doesn’t realize it. We’ve been laying on the blanket he brought just kind of looking up at the sky. All of a sudden I feel a drop of water hit my forehead. “SHIT!” mark roars. “It got in my eye! It scared the shit out of me!” he continues. “You okay Estapa?” I ask. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. We should probably get going eh.” he says. “Can we stay a bit? I like this. It's calming.” I say back. “Oh okay. Sure.” He goes back to his position next to me. I turn onto my side and look at him. His hair has fallen in front of his face, and his beautiful eyes stare right back at me. I didn't realize how pretty this man was. He’s gorgeous. “You checking me out y/l/n?” he jokes. “ Ah, you wish Stops.” The rain picks up, but we don't move. We lay in science staring back at one another, just thinking. It's refreshing. The rain is washing away my problems, my insecurities, and worries. It's like a breath of fresh air.

Lovely to be sitting here with you You're kinda cute but it's raining harder My shoes are now full of water Lovely to be rained on with you It's kinda cute

We finally decided to get all of our stuff and leave before we got sick. While laying there with him, I realized something. Maybe the rain wasn't the fresh air I so desperately needed, no Mark was. He was my breath of fresh air, helping me with my feelings, my worries, and my problems. He was there. He didn't leave, he didn't complain. Was he what I’d so desperately needed all along? The 6’2 blonde scrappy hockey player was what helped me. Not the guy in New jersey my heart yearned for. No, it was Mark. He had done all of this for me. Not to get in my pant, but to just be there for me. No. It isn't right. I can't have feelings for Mark when I'm still not over Ethan. That's not fair to him. He’s too good for me. Especially when I'm like this. We drive back to the house. “Hey you okay?” He asks. “Yeah. I'm fine, just thinking.” I say back. “You know you can always talk to me right?” I nod. “I know. Thank you so much, Mark. I know I don’t show it, but I'm grateful for you helping me.” He reaches over the console and hugs me. “Anytime. I'm always is here. I promise you.” Those 3 simple words. Ethan had said them, yet he didn't follow through with them. I’ve seen this play out before. Multiple times actually. I don't think I have it in me to do it again. Maybe Mark is just a friend, and today my judgment was just clouded. Maybe just maybe.

And it feels like a movie I’ve seen before

Before

*End of flashback*

Mark’s Pov back in the lake house

The light in her eyes dimmed when he got here. After all of the work she did to get over him, she still never did. I feel like an asshole, because of how I feel about y/n. I shouldn’t feel this way, but it's hard to when she's so perfect. Seeing her upset again triggers something inside me. I go into protective mode. I won't let him hurt her again. I love Ethan. He was my best friend, but he left. When he left he forgot about all of us back in Michigan. For the first 6 months I tried calling and texting him, yet he would just blow me off. When I found out he wasn’t just doing it to me but also to his own girlfriend. I was pissed. He left, by choice, and left all of us without a care in his body. He didn't tries to reach out to y/n. For all, she knew he could have been sleeping with puck bunnies in Jersey. After Mackie found the photo of Ethan, Luke, and Jack all out at some club, my whole perspective on him changed. The photo contained Luke and Jack posing with some chick, while in the background Ethan had his tounge half way down another girl's throat. The photo was taken 2 days after the break-up. Luckily y/.n hadn’t found out about it. She wouldn’t have been able to stop blaming herself. She thinks the reason for him breaking up with her was that she wasn't good enough. God how I wish she could realize how wrong she is.

It’s hard to just accept that I can’t harbor my feelings for her. She doesn’t want me she wants him. No matter how hard I try, she’ll always want him. And he doesn’t even care. He sleeps with other girls, hasn’t talked to her in a year, and just doesn’t care. I care. Damit I care so much it pains me. Sitting across from her this morning in the living room, her face was different. She looked tired and drained. I have spent too much time bringing back her beautiful smile for him just to ruin it again. But there’s nothing more I can do. She wants him, not me. That day when it rained, I had so much weighing on me. My dad was pissed about my last game performance, and honestly so was I. We went to the park that day and just sat and talked. It was a calming experience for us both. I saw a different side of her that day, or so I thought. She didn’t act like I was just some friend, no she acted like I was more. Now looking back at it, I was wrong. The glimpse I saw, were what Eddy would see every day if he opened his eyes. It wasn’t real. She thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. I just had to get the fact through my head.

But it’s not real and you don’t exist

“Markyy!! Come on!! Me, Luke, and Quinn are all going surfing. Get your trunks on, so you can come with.” Y/n yells up at me from the downstairs bathroom. I get up and put on my swim trunks and go downstairs to met y/n and Luke at the dock. “Damit Stopsign, that was fast.” Luke jokes. “I was already planning on coming with y’all,” I say back. I take a good look at y/n she’s in a light pink one-piece with her hair in braids. She’s breathtaking. “Oh come on, let’s go! I want to do this before the sun sets.” She orders. We all get onto the boat and Quinn drives the boat away from the dock.

After about 15 minutes of just cruising, we stop and get y/n ready to wake surf. “Just put this on, and hold onto the handle and you’ll be fun. If you fall, just stick your arm up and I’ll come right back to pick you up.” Quinn tells her. She nods and gets behind the boat. She’s doing pretty well. It’s been almost 3 minutes and she’s not even struggling. All of a sudden we all hear a loud roar of a jet ski drift past. They look like they are coming straight to us when they make a sharp turn and drive right behind y/n. Oh shit. Their wake flows towards y/n, when the wake behind our boat collides with the wake from the jet ski, she loses control. “Y/N!” I scream. She hadn’t even saw it coming. She collided with the water and the only thing we heard was a loud bang. “Fuck, man! What the hell! Where is she?!” Luke yells. She hasn’t come back up. My impulses take control and I dive into the lake. As I swim towards where she was I see her life jacket. It had fallen off, and she hasn’t grabbed onto it. I take a huge breath and swim to the bottom. Luckily it wasn’t 30 ft deep, but just about 14 so I found her hand, and pulled her onto me. As we get back to the surface, Luke and Quinn are right there to help me pull her up onto the boat. “Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me?!” Luke shouts. I pull myself onto the boat, feeling a bit lightheaded, but that doesn’t matter. I have to make sure she’s okay. She seems to be groggy, not passed out. “W-what happened?” She whispers. “Shh hey. You just feel the wakeboard. You hit your head really hard, you probably have a concussion. I’ll take you to the hospital as soon as we get back okay.” I tell her. She smiles at me and lays back down.

When we get back, I carry her bridal style into the house. I place her on the couch while I go get my keys. “What the hell happened?!” Ethan yells. “She hit her head, Eddy, I got it man. I’m taking her to the hospital now.” I say back. “Let me come.I’ll go change right now.” He says. “Man, I'm leaving now. I’m not waiting on you.” I picked her up and put her in the back seat. “Marky-y my head hurts.” She slurs. “I know. I’ve got you. Just lay down, and try to sleep eh. I’ll wake you when we get to the hospital. She stays silent for the rest of the ride. When we get her we go straight to the emergency room.

After the doctor took a look at her, she knew it was a concussion. Apparently she had a small cut on her scalp so the doctor gave her some pain meds, and stitched her right up. “She just needs to stay off the technology, and in dimly lit rooms, for about 2 weeks. If she needs pain meds give her some Tylenol or ibuprofen. I help her sign out and were out of there. “Mark, thank you so much.” ,” You don't have to thank me. I glab Im doing it.” She puts her finger on my mouth to say,” No, not just this. But everything. Your being way to nice to me. I feel bad. Im no where as near as caring as you are. I’ve just no been able to get you out of my head Mark. Why do you do this? I dont deserve it.” She says. “Y/n look at me. You deserve everything in the world do you hear me. You perfect. Your so perfect that it makes me question myself. I cant even rap my head around why on earth you think you anything less than that.” I tell her. She starts to lean towards me. Are bodys are inches apart, and she then places her lips onto mine. She kisses me softy but yet so passionately. She pulls away from the kiss to say,” God-d Marl you dont know how long ive wanted to so that.” If only she knew I’ve probably wanted to do that for even longer than she has. If she’ll give me the chance, I’ll make us a movie she’s never seen before.

Pt 4 in progress

#hockey #michigan #michigan hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #umich hockey #mark estapa #ethan edwards #mark estapa blurb #markestapafic #ethan edwards fic

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scribe-cas · 1 year ago

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Ohno, it's WBW, and my curiosity about Mr. Profane is not sated. During a post yesterday you mentioned that myth turned into legend and now because people started naming him "The Silent" that he is now explicitly supernaturally quiet. If you would, explain more about how this works, and give me more examples of it happening in your world.

As someone who has been using tumblr for a month at most, I have no idea what WBW is, but if it means questions then i am excited to find out-

OKAY so to explain the “myth makes the legend” thing-

In super simple terms, its a form of manifestation; it happens in the real world, too. Sometimes, if you wish for things, focus on things, associate those things with another thing, then that thing will end up eventually coming true. (Although usually it will not be exactly in the way you imagine it.)

For example, sometimes you’ll be stuck at work, and every day for weeks you’ll sit there and bemoan, “oh, i wish i could go home. Oh i wish i didnt have to do this much work”

And then someone in your family dies. Or you get sick.

I mean, hey-

You suddenly got exactly what you wanted. But it came at a cost.

So, essentially, I’ve applied that to everything in this world, along with mixing it with a bit of folklore that varies from supernatural forces (primarily the state and importance of the true name, and how speaking of something can risk luring it to you, which goes hand in hand with The Silence specifically). :>

It doesn’t always work, it doesn’t always happen, but generally, at least a bit, every collective thought has influence.

With Myths, things are a little different.

You’ve seen jokes about how a horror character can’t kill you if the vibes are right or if you make up arbitrary rules as a kid, then no monsters will get you.

This, on some level, is true. (However, in my world, very few monsters care for children. They’re allowed to pass by easily because they’re simply harmless, although they spot monsters much more often for the exact same reason. They’re harmless. No monster fears what can’t hurt it.)

If someone has complete and utter faith that they won’t be hurt, no guilt to bear, no burden to carry-

Then they’re less likely to be a target.

However, if someone is harboring suspicious feelings, thinking they might get caught (usually, doing something they shouldn’t be)

That negative energy has power. And will more likely than not drag forces to you, because beasts are drawn to it.

Combined with the magic that supernatural forces harbor, this effect is somewhat amplified.

Especially once the written word happened.

Couteau used to be a normal cryptid- and while he could mimic noise, it wasn’t until after people started talking about him, and I quote, “keeping people quiet so that the victims might speak”, that he found he could rid himself of noise just as well as create it.

He technically always had the capability- but no one thinks of it. So the moment it was brought up, he realized, ‘oh’.

‘I can do this.”

And as the myth grew, so did the association between the two, allowing our favorite redhead to go from only quieting his voice

To his footsteps

To his breathing

To the forest

To the air around him

To his very heartbeat.

You can lay your head on his chest, and it won’t make a sound.

Particularly horrifying, considering the Silence itself is 12’4, and Couteau is only 6’6

Can you imagine seeing a 12 foot tall beast and having the air around you go so quiet you’d swear you’re in a void

Can you imagine watching it take a step forward as it looks at you from the body it had just torn up, and you realize that perhaps you’d have heard a scream

If it hadn’t been right there.

And it moves

And not a sound is made

Anyways- the smart locals know not to talk about it. It’s just a thing that lives there, you leave it be. You be polite and courteous and do not mention it by name, lest it be taken as an invitation.

The loud ones have made it a part of Halloween, have exploited the murders for personal gain and turned it into marketing.

And thus, the myth keeps growing.

Hope this helps!! :>

#i am going to wake up tomorrow and be like ‘how did i think this made sense’#bists #Blood Is Sweeter than Silence #coutalk #couteau my beloved go back into your box #anyways thank you for the ask i cherish them so much #i love talking about this

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avalonbayblog · 11 months ago

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“Do we… do we kiss now or…?” Jayden/Bailey?

A/N: I got this back in 2019 and I'm only just responding to it. I suck, I know, lol. Also, I'm sort of cheating because it's my Happy New Year ficlet for them but fixed some dialogue...meaning I answer this before even remembering it was in my inbox! Lol, I'm so sorry!

He was sure it was Emily’s and Mike’s idea to have the New Year’s Eve party. Though he was sure Kevin, Mia, Antonio, and Lauren weren’t too far behind. But it was definitely the yellow ranger’s idea.

She was always into things like that. As they had grown closer as a team, as a found family, she insisted on them celebrating every time they managed to defeat a Nighlock. And it was fun, something they’d started shortly before their tenure as rangers ended. They celebrated Halloween and Christmas, but had never celebrated the New Year together, so why not start now?

Those were the exact words on the letter Jayden had received from Emily, two weeks before they were to arrive at his house. Why she hadn’t just texted him, she wasn’t sure. But knowing Emily, she wanted to honor the essence of the day by sending official invitations. As it was, Jayden was excited to see his team again. He, Lauren, and Antonio had been the only ones who stuck around Panorama City, and even then, Anotino and Lauren were almost constantly on some sort of fishing trip.

It was a weird match made in heaven, his best friend and sister getting together. But it made sense all the same. When Antonio wasn’t spending his time training with Jayden, he was seen teasing Lauren and trying to get her attention. And Lauren, having had missed so much of life training as the true Samurai Red Ranger, was excited to be able to explore the world. It was a win-win, and the relationship they formed along the way seemed to be working out well for them. Antonio was his goofy self and Lauren laughed at all his jokes.

It was nice to see. And Jayden had seen it amongst the others as well, he’d always known Mike and Emily had a crush on each other since starting as rangers. He focused on his duties but wasn’t blind. It was more a of a sense of…curiosity to see how they would get together. They always seemed to be a little too shy to say anything. Kevin and Mia were a little different, Kevin was so focused on his line of duty as the blue ranger that it seemed to not even occur to him that Mia was into him until he started to loosen up a little.

Even then, Mike had to be the one to spell it out for him. Jayden remembered the night of sitting in the room Mike and Kevin shared and how Kevin’s eyes had grown wide and the almost squeaked “What?” acme from the blue ranger’s mouth when Mike simply said, “Dude…you know Mia likes you, right?”

So, Jayden wasn’t surprised when he saw the ranger couples heading up to the house on the day they arrived. Mike had his arm draped over Emily’s shoulders in that cool, nonchalant way that was simply Mike, Emily beaming at his side. (Though that could’ve been from the sheer excitement of seeing her friends again). Kevin and Mia were sweet, holding swinging hands between them as they strolled up to the house. And Antonio and Lauren brought up the rear, carrying fishing poles and laughing about something along the way…to the point Jayden and Ji heard them long before they came into view.

So for the next few hours they caught up with each other, following Emily’s and Mia’s orders of where the decorations and food was supposed to go for the perfect set up. Soon after, Jayden went to take a shower and change clothes, then came back to Emily starting to hand out the party blowers and hats they were to wear.

Lauren was the first one to bring it up. “When’s Bailey supposed to get here?”

Ji looked at his watch. “Any minute now,” he replied. “She had to take care of some work before coming over.”

“I can’t wait to see her!” Mia said, clasping her hands together. “It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, we can’t start until we’re all together,” Emily said, practically wiggling in excitement. “What’s a new year’s party if we’re not all together?”

“A regular party?” Mike said, making her gently roll her eyes.

“She’ll be here, Em,” Kevin said. He shared what looked to be a secret smile with the others. “We know that she wouldn’t be able to resist coming.”

At that, it seemed that all eyes turned Jayden’s way. At least, he noticed it on the lift of his cup to take another sip of his sparkling cider. Jayden slowly lowered it, his eyes shifting back and forth. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing!” Was the quick, and unbelievable reply.

Jayden’s face screwed up in light confusion. Unlike everyone else, he’d seen the purple samurai ranger around as she hadn’t left Panorama city once the Nighlocks had been defeated. It made sense, she was finishing up her studies and her work at the university and had the job at the coffee shop she held onto. The same coffee shop that Jayden frequented when the urge for some caffeine hit him. Every now and again he would catch her on her lunch break and the two would talk over their orders, talking about what Bailey was studying—and Jayden never understood—and his travels with Ji on their motorcycle trips.

Nothing much more than that…as far as he knew.

Though the others seemed to insist that something was going on. Maybe he just didn’t get it. They enjoyed each other’s company and alerted each other if there were any strange readings that my indicate evil things coming up. Sometimes they met up just to spar so that they wouldn’t get too rusty. But…that didn’t necessarily mean anything was going on.

There was a lot of catching up to do that Jayden needed to do as a person. He was advanced in a lot of ways but stunted in many others. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t joined in the conversation when the boys were talking about which ranger girls were cute. Objectively, he thought they were, and could at least say he thought his sister deserved someone but had never really been attracted to someone.

That he knew of.

Is that what it meant when he felt a little overconfident while equally a little nervous, got annoyed when he wasn’t being paid attention to? Wasn’t that just being a leader?

“Mia, why do you look like you’re about to burst?” Jayden asked, watching as Mia ran her hands over each other. Partially as a subconscious means to take the attention off him, and partially because he noticed the bit of high energy from the pink ranger who was usually very calm.

She lifted herself to sit on her hands. “No reason,” she replied with a warm smile.

He didn’t quite believe her, but Mia also wasn’t one to lie very often.

“Hey everyone!”

All attention moved away from Jayden as Bailey Mitchell; the purple samurai ranger swept into the room with a bounce to her step. Thankful for the distraction, Jayden held back as the other rangers got up and gave her excited hugs. He didn’t really need to greet her; he saw her regularly. Nevertheless, he gave a small smile and a wave when her gaze swept his way.

So, the party became full swing. With food, laughter, and games going as the night went on, with the TV that Mike had eventually convinced Ji to invest in, set to the news to watch the countdown for the ball to drop. Eventually, the conversation moved to the guys in the living room while the girls were in the kitchen. As soon as Lauren’s ponytail disappeared around the corner, Mike turned to Jayden with a head whip so quick that Jayden lightly flinched.

He didn’t especially like the look on the green ranger’s face.

“So?” Mike asked, his lips pulled back into a smirk. “Are you going to kiss Bailey once the ball drops?”

Jayden blinked in surprise, confusion, and…anxiety. “Kiss?”

He knew the traditions surrounding Halloween—he wistfully watched the other kids go around the neighborhood dressed up and getting candy while he was still training. He understood Christmas—it was the holiday that Ji insisted they didn’t let pass by. But New Year’s wasn’t anything special to as far as he knew…he and Ji were usually on watch in case Nighlocks appeared to want to catch Panorama off-guard in the wee hours of the early morning.

But it wasn’t simply the fact that the tradition was lost on him that made him hesitate, but the fact that the red ranger had never kissed anyone before.

If it were possible, the Shiba house had gotten louder the closer it got to midnight.

In a way that Bailey hadn’t been used to for most of her life. As a kid she remembered holidays with her mom and sister being just the three of them. In Angel Grove it was just her and Avalon for a while. After having met the other rangers, they were swept up in holidays festivities to the point that the first holiday they spent with their new friends Avalon and Bailey were overwhelmed.

Over the years, they went back to smaller celebrations, mostly herself, Avalon, and her brother-in-law, Billy. All the teams and friends she’d met over the years, they consistently became spread out as the years went on and their ranger duties were no longer needed.

So, the opportunity to see her friends from the Samurai team again was an exciting opportunity. And a good way for her to get her head out of the academic world she threw herself into, wanting to finish her degree. Honestly, she probably could have graduated early and even skipped grades when she was young, she remembered when Avalon had suggested it to her. But Bailey, unlike Billy, had turned it down. As smart as she was, she enjoyed her friendships as much as she enjoyed learning and wanted to stick with her peer group.

Plus, she hadn’t been to a party since the housewarming Max had thrown with his boyfriend. The rest of the staff of the coffee shop was there, but no one else she knew. And it was weird, she never realized how comfortable she’d become in the ranger life until it was gone. Like she was watching every one from an overhead vantage point rather than being there.

But in the Shiba house she felt more comfortable. It was a home to her, and should have been with how much time she spent there. Despite knowing Emily had spearheaded the party, she was a little surprised to see Ji and Jayden getting so into the festivities. They’d always been so serious about things as they were fighting the Nighlocks.

Even birthdays seemed to be blips on the radar.

It was a nice change of pace to see how relaxed everyone was. Jayden had talked about it a few times before, when holidays had never happened, and Jayden had grown to not be disappointed.

It was fine. Lots of things changed after his mother passed away and that was just one of the many new things Stiles had adjusted to.

That new year’s eve, the house was full and it made Bailey smile.

The night went on, soon it was almost midnight and Bailey decided to get some more food from the kitchen. Anything to keep from watching as the clock went ticked on, aware that the party was slowing down—though Emily’s excitement for the new year wasn’t—and everyone was getting ready to bring in the new year.

Where she’d be the only one without someone to kiss. Hell, even when she was a kid she at least had Fred to kiss. And then Carter that one time. And that one girl that one year, though she wasn’t entirely sober for that one. And Max, of course, being the good friend that he was. And those kisses didn’t count anyway, it was different when you were celebrating new years as an adult.

It was a thing.

And it clearly was a thing since Mia, Emily, and Lauren had all talked about how excited they were with their new years’ kisses coming up. Mia, surprisingly, was especially excited about it. Then again, she was the one who had been the most into romance and weddings, so it wasn’t that weird. Lauren was a little better than Jayden, having traveled and been with Antonio for so long that she was able to experience multiple holidays and festivities in different cities and countries. The new years kiss wasn’t foreign to her but she was still enthralled with the idea as it was.

Then again, as far as Bailey knew, everything seemed to excite Lauren. She hadn’t seen a girl smile at life as much since she’d met Kimberly.

And, of course, Emily had Mike…

“There you are!”

Bailey looked up as Emily scurried into the kitchen, her ballet flats tapping against the floor as she went. “Come on! The ball’s about to drop! You need to be there!”

“Oh, no, I’m…” Bailey wasn’t able to get the rest of her words out before she was yanked back into the living room.

Stuck, Bailey stood just in the doorway of the living room, trying to stay inconspicuous. Her eyes flickered over the countdown on the TV screen. She sighed, slightly disappointed. By that point she’d figured she would have had things figured out, had a boyfriend to spend the holidays with. It was hard to leave from spending Christmas with Avalon and Billy, but seeing her friends was a good reprieve. It was nice to see their marriage going well, something they both deserved after how hard they fought for it.

But she didn’t want to cramp their style. New years was for couples and friends and she was content to sit in her apartment before having been invited out. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to not having someone to kiss. She’d been so much of a nerd in her formative years that people didn’t really look her way.

Still, it was hard to see Mike and Emily, Kevin and Mia, and Antonio and Lauren pair up.

But that was fine, she was happy for them. The small smile that came to her face proved as much.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel every nerve in her body ignite on fire when she realized Jayden was standing close to her, head bent toward the floor. As if he had the same idea she had, of ducking into the kitchen when he got the chance. Still, Bailey couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of her eye; the tall, brooding, red ranger that he was.

And who she had a crush on since, almost, the first time she looked at him. Of course, she’d denied it like crazy, she never liked people telling her things about herself rather than her figuring it out on her own. But her own will could be stubborn. Anyway, she was smart, she recognized a crush the moment her heart rate had started to increase…and it couldn’t quite be ignored when all of her co-workers would coo and squeal in her ear whenever ‘Sad Guy’ came in to order.

Not that it mattered anyway, Jayden was remarkably straightforward with what he wanted. And the only thing he wanted was to defeat the Nighlocks and finish what his father started. Everything outside of that wasn’t anything that even crossed his radar. So even when she admitted to herself she liked him she knew it was a moot point.

For two reasons 1) A guy that good looking would never be interested in her—she still remembered the embarrassment of what happened with Conner, and 2) Nothing seemed to turn him on more than morphing.

But it was more than that; when he relaxed, he was nice, real. He was able to be himself and not ‘Jayden the red ranger’. Plus, the irony wasn’t lost on her, she made fun of Avalon for having a thing for Jason way back when. Having a thing for the red ranger must run in the family.

Bailey glanced at him again then froze, seeing that he had glanced at her at the same time and their eyes met. He shifted a little closer to her, still far enough away the distance wasn’t questioned but close enough she could reach out and touch him if needed.

“So, uh, you, uh…” Jayden cleared his throat. “Don’t have anyone to kiss?”

Bailey’s face screwed up in confusion, and slight offense. That was a…weird conversation to start. And one that she didn’t really want to have. But it also wasn’t something she wasn’t used to with Jayden Shiba. He’d been so engrained in a life of battle that regular social cues and situations was foreign to him. She’d seen him stumble over showing more than surface level interest to people he came across.

“Guess not,” she replied.

“I don’t either.”

At that, Bailey rolled her eyes. Now she got it. Understood why the words seemed so foreign in Jayden’s mouth probably came from Mike. So much so that when she looked over at the green ranger, he quickly looked away, as if the ceiling had suddenly become so interesting. Part of her wished she was back with her sister.

It took a second for her to realize Jayden was still speaking to her.

“Uh, maybe, uh, we could, uh, kiss each other?”

Bailey blinked in surprise, working to let the words roll through her head and make sense of them. She stared at him, at the side of his face as he continued to look at his feet. This was Jayden, the red ranger who would race into battle without a second thought. Who had almost gotten himself killed out of a sense of pride and wanting to protect his team.

And he was…nervous.

It almost didn’t compute.

It certainly didn’t make sense.

Jayden was still talking. “Do we… do we kiss now or…?"

Bailey’s brain short-circuited as she tried to work out what to say in response. Part of her was excited, another part of her was working through the mathematical probability that he was, in fact, asking an honest question and not messing with her.

Jayden frowned, lightly lifting his chin at her silence. “If you don’t want to…you don’t have to…”

Bailey quickly crunched the numbers and found the probability of him making a fool of her was a lot less than her panicked 50:50 odds. The thought made her smile a little, and give her more than enough courage to reach out and place her hand on the back of Jayden’s neck and slide in toward him. She saw his face before she closed her eyes, a soft look of surprise and self-consciousness before moving forward to meet her.

She could hear the cheering of the new year around her but focused on nothing but her lips dragging over his, his tentative pressure on hers, and the sound of her heart thumping in her ears. She pulled back a little, finding Jayden eagerly pushing toward her again.

His lips against hers were clumsy, but he caught on quickly after a few seconds. He’d always been a quick study. For a second, panic moved into Bailey’s head, wondering if he was only offering due to pressure from others or from the holiday, but then he brought his hands up to gently rest on her lower back and he kissed her again and it went away.

They don't pull back for a long, long time.

Enough so they miss Mia announcing her engagement at the new year.

THE END

#power rangers #power rangers samurai #power rangers super samurai #jayden shiba #bailey mitchell #jayley #ficlet #answered ask #prompt #about fucking time #and that's calling myself out not talking about jayley

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callmemana · 2 years ago

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 2: Before The Storm

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett (OC)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Baylie ‘Lucky’ Steele ( @bayisdying ) (OC)

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky ) (OC)

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Grace ‘Spicy’ Bradshaw ( @gracespicybradshaw ) (OC)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Alana ‘Cinco’ Metcalf ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Word Count: 5k+

Summary: After a night at the Hard Deck where the girls keep getting hit on, they decide the next day to do something together without the guys. The girls all have a ‘Girl’s Night In’ , a very pregnant Spicy & an excited Cinco meets Birdie and the girls watch romantic comedy movies, eat junk food, and talk about exes. The group overhears a weird conversation with Fanboy, Lucky, & Birdie. Movie quotes and as always sassy Lucky.

🚨 Warnings: nothing just angst & fluff

A/N📋: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

Thank you @mrsjaderogers and @bayisdying for helping and proof reading!

Robert Floyd knew that the others had started to catch on to his pulling back.

He hadn’t exactly been subtle about it, as soon as the carrier brought them back to land was when he stopped hanging out with the squad.

Bob was like smoke in the wind, hard to find.

He was sitting in his apartment’s living room, looking at the old photographs that he kept of Bird, silently kicking himself when the doorbell rang.

Bob didn’t get up until the third time the visitor pressed the button, then he groaned and quickly stashed the photos in one of the books on his coffee table.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Mickey. It was a work night, and it was already 11:45.

With furrowed brows, he gestured for the other male to come in and into the living room as he closed the front door and followed.

Bob went to the kitchen as Mickey made himself at home, grabbing two beers and twisting the cap off before making his way back to the couch.

He stood frozen in his step as he saw what Mickey had in his hand, an old photo of himself and his Birdie.

He could remember the exact day that the photograph was taken.

A week after their first date, they were on the tarmac walking to their respective jets, when Bird jumped onto his back, ruffled his hair, and kissed his cheek obnoxiously.

The photo had captured the aftermath and the kiss.

Athena had printed two out the next day, saying that ‘it was just so cute not to save forever.’

Well jokes on her, the memory might be kept forever, but we ended up breaking each other’s hearts.

Mickey sat on the loved couch, flabbergasted and mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Bob, who’s this woman?”

The man in question sighed, sat down, and handed over the extra beer to his nerdy best friend, “That’s nobody special.”

“Seems pretty special to me companero,” muttered Mickey as he comforted his friend.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, We’re broken up.” he shrugged as he took a pull from his beer.

Mickey’s eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, “I’m not gonna lie, we all thought that you hadn’t ever had a girlfriend, you’re very shy and reserved.”

Bob laughed, “Mick, I might be shy and reserved, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find love.”

“LOVE? Who are you and what have you done with my friend.”

“She brought out a different side of me. She was like a tornado, chaotic. But she was never afraid to take the next step even if she was scared and would take me with her on every adventure she went on.”

“She sounds amazing, I’m kinda mad I didn’t get to meet the other you or her.”

“You’d love her, she’s a nerd about The Avengers and Star Wars. We’d say the Han and Leia thing from Empire Strikes Back.”

“That’s awesome. I try to get Lucky to, but she just says ‘No,’ and walks away. She needs to realize that she married a nerd and this said nerd likes to quote movies to his loved one.”

“Mick, I hate to tell you this, but Lucky’s never gonna say that to you. She loves you, and absolutely knows your a nerd, I mean look at your helmet, it's in Star Trek font.”

He laughed and took a pull of his room temperature beer, “Yeah, I should’ve guessed that. It would be nice if once or twice to hear her quote a sci-fi movie to me its like dirty talk to me.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Bob with furrowed brows and finishing off his bottle.

Mickey just shrugged and then finished his own beer.

Bob tipped his head at the empty and he got a nod from his friend and then walked to the kitchen for another round.

As soon as he left, Mickey took the photo out of the book and captured a picture of it to send to his unofficial FBI agent of a wife.

The two men talked for a while longer before Mickey had to leave to get home to Lucky.

They exchanged manly pats on the back as Mickey left.

Bob sat in his place on the couch again and took out the photos. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her as of late.

It might be because of his friends’ recent marriage, but he couldn’t know for sure.

He knew when he left that he had no right to think about her afterwards. Their relationship was ancient history.

Bob wasn’t proud in the way he ended it, the most awful way, making sure that she wouldn’t try to get back together if he survived the mission.

This seemed like this was his one hundredth mistake when it came to his relationship with Bird.

It not only hurt her, but him in the process.

Bob was in love and going to marry her someday, knew that as soon as their first date ended.

It was kind of funny to think that if he didn’t do what he did, they could both be in Miramar right now in his off-base housing, snuggling close with Ozzy inbetween them and watching a movie and eating junk food.

Bob missed the good morning kisses, breakfast eaten together, driving to base together, and so many other things that he and Bird did every day.

His days had gone boring since the relocation, sure he had made new friends, but its different without her here with him.

Bob tried to be more social, but it seemed impossible to come out of his shell with these new people he's come to know.

Most of the aviators for the uranium mission had an oversized ego that crashed with each other on a day to day basis.

Mostly Hangman and Rooster in the beginning, but now they have put aside their rivalry and became some what friendly towards one another.

Mickey and Natasha could possibly be the only actual friends that knows the most about him.

He doesn’t blame the others though, Bob’s a hard nut to break on personal information.

The next day, he came to base with his face neutral and a cup holder full of to-go coffee for the squad.

Bob handed them out to each recipient and sat down in his normal spot, right by Phoenix but across from Mickey and Rueben.

The other nerdy Wizzo leaned into Bob’s space, whispering,“Hey man, I just wanna say that I’m sorry for showing up unannounced yesterday.”

He waved him off, “It’s fine Mick, no trouble. I was digging up bones that shouldn’t stayed buried.”

Fanboy gave him a look, “Are you sure? It was rude of me to do that.”

“I’m sure, no harm done. I needed to get outta my head anyway.”

He didn’t miss the way that Phoenix and Mickey shared a worried look at their friend’s mood.

Bob knew that the other’s were suspicious about his overnight shift in personality too.

As he scanned the room, In the front of the class, Lucky could be seen on her phone typing away rapidly.

Bob noted this and just thought that she was in the girls’ group chat ranting about something exciting that had happened the day prior.

Little did he know, she was on the internet and researching about the mystery lady that Mickey had found the picture of in Bob’s apartment yesterday.

Getting very little information about the female aviator.

Bob glanced at his phone, checking the time. Maverick’s late.

He takes a sip of his steaming coffee, only to wince and open the lid to cool it down faster.

“Hey Bob, you okay?”

“Yeah Nix, just burnt my tongue, I’ll be alright.” he spares her a small smile, which she returns.

Small sentences was all that he gave them anymore, and he could tell that they were getting tired of them quickly.

“You going to the Hard Deck tonight?” questioned Rooster.

“I don’t think so, I got chores to do around the house. Maybe next time.”

“You’ve blown us off the last five times, come on.” “Yeah, come on Bob. We miss you.”

He just shakes his head, “I’ve put it off for weeks now, It needs to be done tonight before I forget.”

“Then maybe we can help?” offered Payback. “Many hands make light work.” commented Mickey.

“Nah, its okay. It’s better if I just do it anyway. Thank you though,” finished Bob as he tried his coffee again, this time the perfect temperature.

Behind Bob, all around the other members of the squad looked at eachother and nodded, a plan already set in motion.

It wasn’t long afterwards that Maverick entered the hanger and walked to the front where the podium was. The flight lesson begins.

Bob was exhausted after the day they had, another stupid bet made with the Captain had all of the failing aviators doing another set of two hundred pushups thanks to Payback and Fanboy.

He drove home, took a shower, and ate dinner before he went to the spare room where the boxes that had his last bit of possessions from his shared house in Lemoore sat untouched.

Bob didn’t want to go through them, too many happy memories were woven into the objects that they held.

Too much hurt and tears also could be found in those stupid boxes.

He went to his kitchen and found his stash of Jack Daniels in the cupboard, took three large gulps and waited for the buzz to kick in before going back to the room.

A pair of scissors used as an opener, he cut the first box and pulled out the bear that he had won her at the county fair that they later named Chewy because of the resimbilence to the character.

Pictures of their relationship from the past four years, goofy and serious, had tears threatening his waterline.

The tie she bought him for the first Naval Award Dinner they went to and a shoebox full of old ticket stubs from all of their movie or concert dates.

Those alone could break his heart further than it already was, but he needed the fresh wound to sting.

The last thing he took out had him reaching for the bottle again, taking a drink equally as immense as the first two gulps, and brought the item out.

It was a vintage style Star Wars shirt he had owned since he was in High School.

Bob could remember every time she’d steal that shirt to sleep in when she missed him while he was over seas on a mission.

He shifted the shirt towards his nose and inhaled, her body soap still intertwined in the fabric.

This was the final crack in the dam, unshead tears falling quietly and onto the shirt.

Bob’s emotions changed quickly into anger as he reached for the bottle again, drinking a third in one sitting.

He hated himself for what he did, how could he not.

And like every old country song, he relied on alcohol to fix his mistakes. As if that would really help the situation and not bring him closer to self-destruction.

The next box didn’t help his mood.

He grabbed the letters that the couple had sent back and forth while they were deployed in different bases out of the box and started to open the envelopes one by one, reading every word.

Bob missed her little notes she’d leave all round the house, his locker, manual, helmet, and many other places.

The third box actually had him laughing, it carried some pillows and blankets, and something else.

On the bottom, there was the nerf gun and about half of the ammo that Bird had bought so they could have nerf gun wars to see who would cook dinner that night or did certain chores that neither of them liked to do.

It was a fun way to decide who did the tasks and a great way for them to take it easy after a hard day on base or in the air.

Bob stood with the toy in hand and put in on a shelf in the living room, this would be showcased and could be used on Mickey or anyone else that pissed him off.

With three of the five boxes emptied, Bob took the time to start and put some of the other things away.

He took the smaller items and put them into one box, found a sharpie and labeled it “memories,” and then put it in his closet.

The Star War shirt was put in the dirty clothes basket for him to wash the scent of her out of it once and for all. He couldn’t wear it again without the smell gone.

Bob went back and had another long swig before sitting back down and opening the second to last box.

Before he could, the doorbell rang. Distractly, he ran a hand through his already dishevled hair.

He chose to ignore the visitor, they’d leave if they thought he was asleep. The front room was dark and held no evidence that anyone was awake.

Looking at his watch, he read 10:57, about the time he usually went to sleep on a work day.

The knocking was persistent and getting louder as the seconds passed it seemed.

Groaning, Bob took one last pull of the Whiskey before making his way to the door. He didn’t look through the peephole, just swung the door open.

“Yes?” he grumbled, unaware of the worried faces his friends wore. He turned just a little and put the Daniel’s bottle on the counter closest to him.

“You said earlier that you had some chores to do, so we thought we’d stop by and see if you needed help anyway.”

“Like I said before, I’m fine. Almost done anyhow. Thanks for stopping by.” He said as he attempted to shut the door, only for Hangman to put his shoe in the way.

“Seriously Baby On Board, you were gonna slam the door on us?” smirked Hangman as the others make their way into the apartment, uninvited.

“I see you were visited by a good friend named Jack.” commented Lucky as she shook the bottle to show the others.

“I didn’t see this here yesterday, redecorating Bob?” questioned Mickey.

“I recently got some boxes filled with old things from a friend back in Lemoore. If I’m stationed here permanently, I should probably make it look like I live here, don’t you think?”

“No need to get so defensive Robert,” “We’re just curious.”

“Anyway, where’s the boxes?” “None of your business, please just go home.”

“No can do, Robert. We’re not leaving until we at least help for a little while.”

“I can do it by myself, I am fully capable of opening boxes and putting shit away.”

“Not if you smell like a brewery, which you do, by the way. It’s not safe to be around sharp objects in your condition.”

“Then I’ll turn in for the night and finish it tomorrow, there is no more danger,” Bob rolled his eyes at his friends, “goodbye now.”

He started to walk back down the hall towards his bedroom and stopped after he closed the door, waiting to hear the front door do the same.

But it never did, no, the others acted as if this was their own house and roamed as they pleased.

It took a total of sixity seconds for Bob to panic that they’d find the boxes and go through them.

Their curiosity getting the best of them, or maybe the need to snoop around the shy Wizzo’s house to get to know him better was just too much to handle.

Bob walked out of the room silently and slowly made his way to the spare room, key in hand. As soon as he got to the door, it was too late.

They had stumbled across the boxes, more specifically the opened box with memorabilia from Bird and his relationship.

The one he’d yet seen for himself.

The breath that he had held is let go as he sees just clothes peaking out of the box. But of course, Phoenix is observant as ever.

“Why is the boxed labelled with female handwriting Bob?” this causes all of the other aviators to glance at the front and smile or smirk.

“That’s none of your business Natasha, and I believe that I asked y’all to leave.” declared Bob, anger running thin.

“Dude, we just wanna get to know you better what’s the matter with that?” questioned Coyote.

“I have some things that I’d like to keep quiet and knowing you lot, it won’t be. You need to respect my want for privacy.”

Lucky, who’s had her phone attached to her face all night, looks up and smirks.

“So, is this Bird a private matter or are we allowed to know about her?”

Bob’s eyebrows furrow jaw tightens, “Like I’ve repeated several times tonight, none of your business. Leave.”

This time, he followed them to the door, slammed it in their faces, to show just how mad he is, and locked the door by deadbolt.

He went to the opened box and saw the note that was left on top, “Even though you said you didn’t, just know that I meant it every time.”

Birdie’s day started how it always did, her arm reaching out to the other side of the bed to touch Bob, only to find nothing.

With that, she got up and did her morning routine, having breakfast, getting dressed, doing her hair, and brushing her teeth all before getting into her old Chevy and driving to base.

Athena, her best friend, waited at the front doors for her when she parked, holding a coffee and doughnut for herself.

“How you doing? Lucas and I have been worried about you lately.”

A fake smile shines through the exhaustion, “I’m fine. Just shipped the last of the boxes last week, he should be getting them soon. It just feels so real now. He’s really gone, Thena.”

The other woman turns and wraps her arms around her miserable friend, “I know Bird, I know. I’m sorry that he did that to you. I couldn’t believe it at first either, he was a good man.”

“I’m just flabbergasted about it, I thought we were happy together. What happened Thena, I thought we were each other’s soulmate.”

“Maybe you just wanted to believe that you were it for him, but he didn’t see it.” Thena rubbed Bird’s arms.

The women went to the locker room and changed into their flight suits, putting their electronics and other valuables in their individual lockers.

Before Bird could, her phone lit up with a notification from Facebook with a friend request.

She ignored it and turned her phone off, placing it in the locker and leaving the room, going to the hanger with Athena.

When the day was over, she showered, got the rest of her possessions from her locker, and left.

She made it home safely and ate dinner by herself in the living room, watching a Disney movie.

Bird was getting ready for bed as she looked at her phone screen again, remembering about the friend request.

She opened the app and checked out the woman’s who she didn’t recognized page.

‘Baylie ‘Lucky’ Garcia,’ it read and the newest photos showed her recent wedding with the love of her life, Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia.

She scrolled through the posts and after a while, she saw a picture with Bob in the background, photobombing the couple with another dark haired women.

Bird felt the tears stream down her face, of course he’d move on so quick.

He already told her that he never loved her the same way she did. She had no right to feel this way towards him anymore.

Even if she had no contact with Bo anymore, doesn’t mean that she can’t see how he’s doing through his new friends.

So, with her mind made up, she pressed ‘accept’ and went to sleep.

The house felt odd without all of the things Bam left behind when he moved to San Diego.

But that wasn’t the right word, no. That would be empty.

The next morning she decided that it would be good for Ozzy to go on a walk, he’s missing Bo just as much as she was.

When the walk was over, Bird got ready for base and left shortly afterwards.

She stopped at a close-by bakery and ordered a large coffee and a chocolate muffin to go.

Once she had made it on base, Bird went to do her usual routine and ended up in the hanger with the other aviators.

She was happier than she had been in a while after her moring run with her pooch.

Athena noticed the difference in her appearance, and smiled. She was happy for her friend after the long dark period she had been through the last six months.

During lunch, Athena had finally asked about the mood change.

“So, Manny, why the good mood today?” she smirked as she chewed her bite of sandwich.

Bird just shrugged, “I don’t really know. I woke up and the smile was just there. The only thing that I did differently was take Oz on a morning walk instead of our evening walk.”

“It’s said to be better to workout during the morning than at night,” she nodded.

“Yeah, Oz loved it! He even found a cute little mushroom and I picked it.”

“That’s adorable, any pictures?”

Within seconds, Bird had her phone out of her pocket and swiped through her pictures to find the one from this morning.

What she didn’t anticipate, was being brought down memory lane as soon as she saw it again.

“What’s wrong? Did you accidently delete it again?” she asked as she leaned in to see the phone screen.

“No, it just reminded me of Bo. Remember when we went on the walk in basic and found a cute mushroom and I picked it for him, later that day he gave me a pretty rock.”

Athena’s hands settled on her shoulder, comforting her, “Hey, its okay to remember the good parts of the relationship sometimes. He hasn't been gone for very long, its okay to still think about him.”

“But that's the problem Thena! I don’t want to think about him anymore, I wanna be able to move on. I got a friend request from an aviator in San Diego and she’s in Bo’s new squadron. I even saw him photobombing her picture with another woman. What if he’s moved on already?” she ranted.

“Hey look, that San Diego aviator messaged you.” pointed out Thena.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is …” She quickly checked the time and realized that it was sent over an hour ago, and opened the app.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Baylie, but my callsign is Lucky. I’m currently stationed at Top Gun as an instructor with someone I think you know. He’s not in a good shape, I don’t know what happened between you two but ever since my wedding he’s been… not Bob.”

The next text bubble read, “I love Bobby as a friend, but um he snapped at me the other day and it wasn’t joke. I don’t wike it.”

Bird couldn’t help but be curious as to why she was contacting her about Bo.

Lucky had told Bird that she didn’t know what happened between them. So how did she know about her?

Bird typed, “Hi Lucky, it’s nice to meet you! You’re not bothering me at all, I am a little curious about how you know about me though. Bo is a very private person about his personal life.”

Then she started a new message, “Bo has a temper but he usually keeps it handled unless someone pokes at him constantly. I’m sorry that he snapped at you, I hope that he calms down soon.”

The bubble with dots showed up quickly after the second message, “Well you see, none of us know how to behave, its why we work so well together and we broke into his house and found him drunk and crying over some pictures of you guys…”

Bird frowned, “Oh, I didn’t realize he was taking the breakup so hard. Was it Coors or Whiskey?”

“My best friend, Jack Daniels.” Bird winced, he was taking it very hard by the choice of drink.

“Please watch out for him, I don’t want him to go back to old ways.” pleaded Bird as she reread the message, concern heavy in her heart.

“I’m trying my best here.”

“I appreciate that you reached out to me concerning Bo. I would feel awful if he did something self-distructive.” Bird showed the messages to Thena.

“Oh shit, maybe you should reach out to him?”

“You know I can’t, I don’t wanna overwhelm him or for him to think that i’m coddling him.”

Athena just rolled her eyes, “Babe, Bob has loved you since the first day at bootcamp, six months apart won’t change that.”

“Thena, he said that he didn’t love me, never did. I should just leave him alone to live his life.”

“Look, she texted again!” both faces whipped to face the screen as the message popped up.

“How does a trip to San Diego sound? I can pull some strings and get you here. I think…I think it might be best if he sees you.”

Bird started to type an apology when Athena grabbed her phone, deleting the words and pressing send when she was finished.

“I’d like to see him too, we didn’t end it on the best of terms and i’d like to hear the reason on why he did what he did.”

Then she started a new message, “Thank you so much for reaching out to me Lucky, I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”

“Why would you do that! I don’t wanna see him yet!!” screamed Birdie, making the others around their table to look their way.

“Because Bird, you need to see him to know why he actually did it, he just said terrible things to you and left the next day. You need this, to move on.”

She rolled her eyes but ultimately, Thena was right. She did need this to move on from Bo.

Bird was still hung up on him and probably would be for longer than healthy if she didn’t get the closure she desperately needed.

After lunch it was back to the hanger and tarmac for training and then they’d go home.

Bird drove over to Athena and Lucas for dinner.

“Oh Lukey, Oh Lukey, I’m home.” bellowed Athena as she entered the house, Birdie close behind.

Lucas was in the kitchen, an apron on, and dinner on the stove cooling. As soon as Heather saw him, she pulled him into a kiss.

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just stand here awkwardly as my best friend kisses her fiance.” muttered Bird.

They ended the kiss, chuckling to each other. “Oh don’t be like that, Manny! Come on, gimme a hug. I haven't seen ya in a while.”

Bird rolled her eyes, but did as told anyways, “Two days isn’t a while, Luke.” “For you maybe, but for me it is.” he whined.

“Someone from San Diego contacted Bird about Bobby-Boy.”

“Oh yeah, what about ‘em?” questioned Lucas. “He ain’t doin’ so well at that new base.” shrugged Heather.

“Oh, what’s he drinking?” “Jack D’s.” commented Bird, absentmindly.

Lucas’ eyes went wide, “Oh shit! Yeah, I’d say he ain’t doing good if he’s gone straight to the whiskey.”

“That’s what Bird said to her. And guess what?” exclaimed Thena. “What babe.”

“No you have to guess.” whined Heather, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

Lucas rolled his eyes but humored her anyway, “He wants to speak with Manny?”

Heather’s face lit up, “How are you so good at guessing! That San Diego aviator, Lucky, said that she’d try and pull some strings and get Manny over to see him!”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? You guys ended it pretty badly.” questioned Lucas, pointing his fork at her accusingly.

“I honestly don’t know, but Lucky said that she thought he would be better if he saw me.” shrugged Bird, taking a bite from her plate.

After she left Lucas and Heather’s house, Bird started thinking about her trip.

Like, what if she actually went and Bob wanted nothing to do with her. Would he be happy to see her after all these months apart?

How would he act? Would he be awkward or hateful towards her now that they broke up?

What if Lucky was wrong? And Bo doesn’t want to see her at all?

Questions like these swam in her mind as she tossed and turned in her bed as she tried to go to sleep.

Tomorrow Bird would start to get things ready for her trip, she didn’t really know how long she’d be in San Diego either.

She’d have to contact Lucky again and see if she’d actually be going to the base.

Bird was beyond nervous being around Bo again, especially when around new people that didn’t know what had happened in their relationship, not that it was any of the other’s business either.

She promised herself that she’d keep quiet about the messy ending as long as he did the same, which shouldn’t be difficult because Bo hated people digging into his personal life.

They didn’t know anything about her, they might not end up liking her at all.

She was a tornado, chaotic and wild, and most people couldn’t or wouldn’t deal with her energy.

What people don’t understand is that’s just her personality.

She just hoped that everything would be ok at San Diego.

Her biggest fear is that Robert will see her and afterwards, ignore her the rest of the trip.

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