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cvbullshit · 1 year ago

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LV Triangle Incorrect Quotes Part 2

The voice of the indifferent chaos: The voices of the sympathetic is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods. The voices of the guarded: Yes. Crimson: You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me. The voices of the sympathetic: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed- The voices of the guarded: What truce? The voice of the indifferent chaos: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone. Y/N: Wait, I'm a choir kid! Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered* The voice of the indifferent chaos: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer? The voices of the guarded: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine. The voices of the sympathetic: What about Y/N? Nobody ever suspects Y/N! Y/N: Well what about Crimson? They have a gun! Crimson: The voice of the indifferent chaos has a knife. The voice of the indifferent chaos: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs The voices of the sympathetic in the arm*

Y/N: Did you bring The voice of the indifferent chaos? The voices of the guarded, gesturing to The voices of the sympathetic: No, but I brought the next best thing. Y/N: The voices of the sympathetic? The next best thing would be Crimson. The voices of the sympathetic: I would be offended, but Crimson is freakishly strong.

The voice of the indifferent chaos: Anyone d- The voices of the sympathetic: Depressed? Y/N: Drained? The voices of the guarded: Dumb? Crimson: Disliked? The voice of the indifferent chaos: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

Crimson: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. The voices of the guarded: I witnessed the dumb stuff. The voices of the sympathetic: I recorded the dumb stuff. The voice of the indifferent chaos: I joined you in the dumb stuff. Y/N: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

The voices of the sympathetic: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? The voices of the guarded: Maybe a bit tipsy? Y/N: Drunk. Crimson: Wasted. The voice of the indifferent chaos: Dead.

The voices of the sympathetic: Uh, Y/N? Crimson is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof. Y/N: What? The voices of the guarded: I think they meant, Crimson is drowning. Y/N: WHAT?! *Meanwhile* Crimson: *is drowning* The voice of the indifferent chaos: OH MY GOD, CRIMSON! KEEP SWIMMING! Crimson: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks* The voice of the indifferent chaos: CRIMSON!

Y/N: Truth or dare? The voices of the sympathetic: Dare. Y/N: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. The voices of the sympathetic: Hey Crimson? Crimson, blushing: Yeah? The voices of the sympathetic: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Dust.

Y/N: Crimson, you'll be working with Dust and The voices of the sympathetic. Crimson: Alright! My fantasy threesome! Everyone else: *blank stares* Crimson: ...Of people on a team.

Dust: Where the devil is Crimson? The voices of the sympathetic: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted? Y/N: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

Dust: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds. Crimson: Forty five seconds?!? Dust: No! I said four TO five seconds. Crimson, hugging Dust: Too late.

Crimson: Are you gay? Dust: I want a lawyer.

Dust: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Crimson: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Crimson: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? Dust: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

Dust: Your future self is talking shit about you right now. Y/N: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their fucking life.

Dust: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. Y/N: That sounds like a challenge. Dust: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. Y/N: ...Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! Dust: There is no challenge!

Y/N, trying to comfort Dust: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Dust: If all your friends jumped off a bridge wou- Y/N: Probably. Dust: I didn't finish. Y/N: Probably.

Crimson: Can I have your number? Y/N, visible texting: I don't have a phone.

Crimson, admiring a sleeping Y/N: You’re so cute. Y/N, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Crimson, lovingly: I know.

Y/N: Hey Crimson, can you give me the opposite of these words? Y/N: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Crimson: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Crimson: The fucking satisfaction.

Y/N: Hey Crimson, do you wanna help us? Crimson: Oh, I would... but I don’t want to.

Crimson: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee. Y/N: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

#incorrect quotes #lv triangle #brainrot #for fun #silly goofy mood #part 2

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x-authorship-x · 2 years ago

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Can I ask “I don’t care what anyone else thinks” but in particular with Kakashi/Shisui? 🥺

#79- "I don't care what anyone else thinks."

Kakashi didn't pause as he cleaned the dirt from under his nails but, to Shisui's gaze, it was a very near thing.

He didn't ask the question aloud but the slight quirk of his head expressed it all the same.

"What's between us matters far more than what anyone else thinks."

It was dark, the paleness of dawn just the slightest gradient at the horizon, but Kakashi was as clear in the night as he'd be at midday. The moon wasn't out but, between the shock of his hair and the exposed skin of his arms, Kakashi seemed kissed by moonlight all the same. It made him otherworldly, all smooth muscle and broody atmosphere and some unknowable message buried beneath layers of paint and master's brushtrokes.

Shisui's Sharingan bled into being and, deliberately, met Kakashi's own grey eye.

"Shisui."

Kakashi was a Shinobi through and through, just as Shisui was; there was a wealth of masks that he slipped between, far more than just the fabric one that covered his lower face. There was the Kakashi that snarked with their Squadmates, the Kakashi that rolled his eyes but allowed Gai to egg him into playful challenges, the Kakashi that was ramrod with discomfort around the Clan Heads and Elders, the Kakashi that stared down at their Jinchuuriki charge like he was torn between gathering the kid in his arms or running and never looking back.

The Kakashi that stared back at Shisui now was a smudged mixture of all of them; familiar, vulnerable, conflicted, and absolutely rapt to attention.

Shisui slunk over the roof tiles, rising only enough from his crouch to avoid making any noise, until he was almost close enough for their bare shoulders to brush.

"We both have reputations, Kakashi."

Spawn of the White Fang. Eye Thief. Friend-Killer.

Shisui had Kotoamatsukami at the cost of his Genin Team. Whilst a friendly smile and an unflappable attitude might have meant that Shisui was probably the only Uchiha able to interact semi-normally with the wider Konohan population, Shisui was distrusted by almost everyone who knew even a bit about his skills. There was a hesitance in everyone who interacted with him. The pressure, to bridge the gap between his people and the village, was monumental and Shisui didn't think- he didn't think he could do it.

Kakashi twitched this time, grasping one wrist with the other hand with his elbows propped on his knees. It was enough to press his ANBU tattoo to Shisui's shoulder. Deliberate, but not obviously so, and Shisui's hopes fluttered a little in response.

"If you pick..." Shisui's voice dropped, hushed, just for the two of them. "Don't pick because of them. Pick because it's you and me."

Silence fell between them, warmth bleeding between that point of contact, and Shisui kept his breathing slow and steady. Kakashi was still looking at him, twisted enough to keep Shisui in view with his left eye still shut, and it was a show of trust, to allow Shisui into that blindspot.

Shisui wondered if Kakashi could feel the pound of his heart.

This... thing... between them had been something slow, a tide that swelled until Shisui didn't realise it had begun until he was in the middle of it.

It had been thoughts conveyed within instants of eye contact, the twitch of a head or limb, the unsettling grace of their combination fighting. It had been learning to recognise the moment Kakashi reached his limit, realising that Kakashi had, in turn, learned to track Shisui down regardless of where he hid out when feigning normalcy became too much. It was lowering their guards enough to allow the other to stitch up wounds in the field until, one day, they found themselves doing the same even within the village boundaries. It was in Kakashi's Pack curled with Shisui's Crows on rare, lazy mornings and knowing the good days from the bad without a single look or word exchanged.

It was realising that Kakashi, traumatised from a lifetime filled with personal loss, had begun relying on Shisui's proven ability to make it home.

It was realising that Shisui wanted to share everything about his Clan and the Village with Kakashi, wanted to press them together from temple to ankle and breathe out the ugly knot of grief and fear and helplessness lodged in his chest.

Shisui looked sideways again, Sharingan bleeding into Mangekyou, and sincerity ached in every single word.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks, Kakashi. Do you?"

I trust you with me. Do you trust me with you?

And, when Kakashi leaned over and kissed Shisui right through his mask, Shisui had the answer he'd known but had been waiting for regardless.

Because he didn't need to see Kakashi's face to know his heart.

#🥹#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #ask game #prompt #drabble quote prompts #drabble #shisui shipping #kakashi #shisui x kakashi #KakaShi #ANBU

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b0mblover · 11 months ago

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Snowflakes and drugs dont mix (that) well

By: J

(im not even kidding while writing this i got such bad eye pain, i stg lopt is just tormenting me anytime i do anything related to jirou without him in it)

(also this is prob extremely ooc bc im basically describing/romantasiing my own life :,) yes my life sucks dont remind me)

(again, im very muchly not a writer, i was bored and decied to make the probably first jirocrown fic of life 🙂 im genuinely sorry to anyone who reads this shit)

(anon on twt, gfys, and no this isnt supposed to be taken that damn seriously, ik theres an asston of mistakes, but its almost 3 am and i need to sleep!! alr alr u can read it now chill)

-5° (c 23°f) -5° it was cold out, extremely cold. Jirou was walking on a backroad, he didnt know what it was called, even though he had been down it hundreds of times. Around 1 (am) Crown said hed pay him for a drug run, which was rather normal, go on a drug run, hang out with crown, sleep, go home. The only issue was that it took around 30 minutes or so to get there, also normally okay, in the summer. Where he lived, got extremely cold in the winter months, in a “im going to call off of work today because ill get frostbite if i try to go outside” way. This wouldnt be an issue if there was public transport, but of course, the world apparently hated jirou. Jirou was half way there, hands almost shaking because of the temperature, he dealt with the cold ironically well, the reason it didnt bother him as much as normal people was unimportant to him. (reason is because he used to sit on the porch to not hear his parents fight, though it never really worked that well) Maybe it was a fragile ego, maybe he was just broke, but hed never wear gloves, even with the possibility of frostbite taking his hands. He knocked on Crowns door, though he had a key, he felt like he could barely move any joints in his hand to grab them. After a 3 rough minutes, Crown answered the door letting him in. “Ah th thanks, ‘preciate ya getting the shit” Crown handed him about ¥14000 “This is too much crown” “nah its freezing out plus ive been meaning to pay ya back anyways” “I, if you say so” he was hesitant to take it, but ultimately decided that, crown, a literal serial killer, wouldnt decide to screw him over, at least not like that.

As normal, they both walked over to the (admittedly dirty) couch, crown, in a pose that was slightly… provocative, jirou sitting normally (as normal as a gay man can). Crown sat a powder on to the table, “uh you gotta card or somethin dude?” jirou handed him a razor blade, “uh vaguely concerned as to why you carry that but thanks either way, uh youre not gonna like use that now though right?” “nnah, dumbass i know what youre doing im staring right at you, why would i hand you something that i was gonna use” “i mean look, you made paintings out of your own blood, for no real reason either! youre not as predictable as you think” “whatever ya say just hurry up” “damn why you say impatient huh?” crown brought his face down to the table after making the powder into a mostly straight line. “Cause i want my share already and you take too long” Crown tossed him the razor blade, jirou aligned the powder into a straighter line than crowns, and snorted it as well. “Yeayea whatever man, the hell should we do any ways, too cold to go out, any ideas?” “sure i have several but the last time we did any of my ideas someone had to be killed cause they were a witness” “ah right, well uh, wanna play uno?” “gonna be real with ya c, the joints in my fingers feel like the are fucking screwed shut at the moment so I’m gonna have to pass” “your joints where what” “*sighs* (bc how do u write a sigh phonetically) fingers too cold, fingers barely move because cold” “oh, what nah lemme feel bro” “fine fine whatever” crown moved his hands onto Jirous, and, of course, they were extremely cold. “Damn dude what the hell, how long where you outside for?” “uh i mean i was smoking when you texted so at least like i dunno 15 minutes more than normal?” “man the hell, cmere” crown had gotten closer and brought Jirou into a hug, granted it didn’t do much, the heating and cooling had been busted for months, crown was surviving on 15 blankets, but it felt nice. Jirou was aware that hugging someone, at least in the position they were in, wouldn’t do much, but he let crown anyways, for a drug addicted serial killer, he always felt at home with Crown, wanted. “Ugh alright alright c i get it okay? i love you too chill” “if i were to chill at the moment id freeze to death jirou” “yea yea i get it kay? I’m gonna go lay down” “right behind ya” Crown followed Jirou into the one bedroom that was there, it was noticeably colder than other rooms such as the living room, but it was much more “lively” or “lived in” plus the mattress on the ground that they insisted on calling a bed with 15 blankets kinda made up for it too. Jirou fell onto the mattress, groaning out a tiny bit before going quite again. Crown sat himself down on the opposite side, pulling two of the blankets off where they were stacked before getting under the one that was already on the bed. Jirou did the same after taking his socks off, he recalled how when this first started, how crown and him would fight about if he should take his jacket off before laying down. back then he’d say it was because he was cold, maybe it was slightly true, or the fact he didn’t want him to see his cuts and scars. After a particularly awful trip Jirou experienced after taking way too much of god knows what and almost having to go to the er, crown was, for lack of a better term in his eyes, well aware, of Jirous life, he broke down to him. After that he was careful with what he said before Jirou called him out for walking on eggshells around him, annoyed that crown was essentially “babying him”, granted unknown if it was on purpose or not. Jirou after laying down, staring at the ceiling, got closer to crown, almost suffocating him with his (fucking gigantic) oversized jacket. Crown moved what he assumed was the hood of the jacket so he could breath and brought Jirou into a tight hug. Jirou accepted, pushing into it instead of pulling away like usual. Crown could feel how cold his skin was, and how warm he felt inwardly.

#j writes badly #im so sorry to everyone who reads this #no beta we die like jirou

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itsbearyall · 2 years ago

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why is our generation blamed for so much...when it's the ones before us who are trying to carve us wrong? they're the one saying we're sensitive when we speak against racism, homophobia, classism, colorism, inequality, hate crimes...but they get mad at the sight of a box of pads/tampons, men in makeup, and woman breastfeeding because "what if there are kids around?" -> no kid is grossed out about something unless you make them grossed out, kids have been brought up playing with paint and art and only want the worls to be more beautiful, and a child would see a woman feeding her baby -because kids don't sexualize basic science and survival.

we have a group of old, white men in ugly-ass ties telling little, innocent girls that if they were raped, it's their fault for looking like that. Because My Little Pony frocks and flip-flops are just so sexual, especially if she's barely 12. they like em youthful apparently.

if your guy friend wears a skirt, the school won't care. in fact people -even you- might praise them for "breaking gender norms" as if men havent been in kilts and loincloths forever. anyway. he'll be fine. but the second you wear one it's all "are they staring at me?" "oh god I knew this was a bad idea" "shitshitshit those stairs are glass-" and you think you're {or actually will be} getting stares from male teachers, classmates, female administrators who'll mentally write you up thinking they need a uniform -when the uniform would involves us wearing skirts???

why is it that when i search up 'school boy', we get kids, actually studying, but when its 'school girl' you get sex costumes?

they say "why dont you go out enough, you're always on that screen" when they're the ones who don't let us outside the front porch, and they don't trust our friends. when its their generation that has all the killers, rapists, and kidnappers hiding and waiting to grab us whilst we're on our way home from school.

"back in my day we didn't have these phones, we got along just fine"

times change...back in your day you didn't believe people were equal just because their melanin was stronger than yours

"back in my day we actually went out to the movies, shopping, eating, fairs"

back in your day, you didn't have to worry about the outside world

"back in my day we didn't have these gays and trans deformities and whatnot"

oh no, you did, you just had it illegal

"you're just gay/scared/depressed/angry/wantingfreedom/canttakeajoke because all your friends are"

you're just a fucking coward, a judgy fuckpot who's just as bad -if not worse- than how you see us, because all your friends our

we use the internet to an adavntage. they use it to pass the time, and more than us...but why are we shamed for it?

PTSD: if someone was sexually harrased, two years ago, they're told "it happened a while ago, she/he can be forgiven, get over it". if someone served in a war 20 years ago, they're never remotely asked to 'move on?'

anyone can get sexually harrased. Men. Women. Children. Stop drilling it into our heads that's only those who asked for it.

we pledge to shape a future that doesn't resent their pasts. why couldnt you?

#quotes #writing #racisim #colorism #homophobia #standup #truth #weneedtochangethis #protest #relatable #gen z post #gen z culture

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goldenheart-supremacy · 1 year ago

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I've been waiting for this for so long!!!!

So get ready for a very detailed essay, I mean comment, because I love this so much!

Ps. This is a live comment react.

"Fine!" He resigns, throwing his hands up to the heavens. "But if your plan is "something, something, we win" again, I'm out. I'm so out. You're going to have to ask Todd for help"

Lol, Bal, don't be so cruel. As if you'd ever leave Ambs resigned to that fate.

Also, really love how you're referencing that line of Nimona for this scene. Totally perfect!

I really like the explanation of the duel. It's very good lore, great thing to imagine.

It also really helps the pacing, and it makes you kinda nervous about what happens next even though the info is not exactly something that would make you nervous. Just...

It's very good for pacing.

Ambrosius licks his lips, grabbing his boyfriend's hands and looking at him straight in the eyes. How wonderful they are, Ballister's eyes.

I love this. It's like... A commercial. Remember what I said about pacing? Well, this kinda helps the reader go "aww" if they felt nervous (like I did) when reading the narrative that was, again, very good for pacing.

"Too bad I'm already in love with what my allies would probably qualify as a disgraceful street rat" Ballister blushes, playfully shoving Ambrosius on the chest...."

When I say I went 'kyaaa' outloud while doing proofreading of essays for my students during a class and had to say "Oh sorry, I almost fell" as an excuse....

I am not kidding. This part is so cute and sweet.

^ Yes, it means I'm also multitasking. But it's a test lesson so I don't have to talk a lot anyway.

"That sounds... extremely complicated" cringing a bit ta the lengths people would go for a chance to figth with his boyfriend, Ballister grimaces. Bunch of weirdos. "I'm not some easy harlot, Ballister. You offend me. Of course trying marrying me is complicated. But, wait, now's where it gets interesting"

I don't know if you saw my short Aladdin AU post but... This is so Jasmine-coded behavior.

You go Ambi! Yeah, stick it to them. You ain't an easy prize to be won.

I love you for writing this part. It's so valid, for everyone and not just Ambrosius. It's great!

"I would sooner kill myself than marry Todd Disgusting Sureblade. Never. Nuh-uh. Not even if we were the last two men left in the planet. You know how some girls swear they can switch gays guys to the other team? I'm throughly convinced that Todd actually has the power to do so. Leave me alone with him in a room and I come out both a killer and ready to settle down with a woman. Hell, we'll have kids, even. Don't ever joke about that, Ballister. I'm going to have nightmares, tonight"

THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST AMBROSIUS-HATING-ON-TODD RANT I'VE EVER READ KSKSKSKSKSKSKSK I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT'S SO WITTY AND IT'S SO IN CHARACTER!

Now, they both stare at her, identical sad smiles plastered on their faces. If Ambrosius is as good with people as he claims to be, then they already have her heart in the bag. They just need to get her brain on it. "And how can I help?" She asks, and both knigths know they've kit the jackpot in the instant her voice comes out. She sounds so much like a worried mother. Ballister feels slightly guilty, slightly wishful. "How may I aid you both, on this quest?"

I love this. I love how you wrote Queen Valerin. I wished she had more screentime. I wish we got a flashback of Bal remembering her fondly in a motherly moment flashback.

"We would never-" "We couldn't even be together! I'm just some commoner and he is..." "Don't talk about yourself like that" "Amber, this is not the moment to-" "I won't let you be mean to yourself in front of the Queen" The woman in front of them chuckles, amazed at their idiocy. They both blush even more, if that's possible. They suck at this whole "pretending to be single" thing. "You're adorable" she coos, and Ambrosius is ready to change his name and move towns, "You remind me so much of Derek and me, back when we were young"

Again. I. LOVE. VALERIN.

Ulitmately, I love how you wrote her. She's LITERALLY a Queen, if you know what I mean. Like... Movies of feminism should also show how a gentle ruler with elegance is at the same level of woman power as much as hardcore ass kicking ladies are.

Fuck this kid and his lack of self control.

LOL KSKSKSKSKSKKS THIS WAS SUCH A PERFECT ENDING ONE LINER

Ambrosius has no impulse control and I will stand by that until the very end.

TL;DR

You are awesome for writing this fic, OP and I hope you know it!

Ambrosius's (indirect) champion.

Find part one here

"It's oficial. You've gone crazy"

Ambrosius, who feels thrilled with his idea, scoffs. In a quick move, he drags Ballister down to the bed, pulling him by the wrists, making the boy's head fall directly in his own chest. Had this been practice, he knows he probably would've gotten a punch to the ribs in retaliation. But they are in private, they are just teens, and Ballister allows his boyfriend to drag him down.

"Don't call me that, babe" Ambrosius whines, while Ballister tries to regain some of his dignity by lifting himself up with his arms to establish some sort of distance. "I'll cry"

"Ambrosius, this is not funny" finally managing to get on his hand and knees, Ballister stares down at his boyfriend, frowning. "This is incredibly concerning and serious"

Ambrosius pouts for a second, and giggles to himself after giving Ballister a quick kiss on the lips. He is scared, oh, so scared. He wants to cry and run and scream and punch and the best alternative he has right now is to be pretend to be charming with his boyfriend, but every good thing must come to an end, and he has to face reality.

They sit down, again, in the bed, face to face. Ambrosius's sudden burst of energy leaves as fast it came, leaving him with a dull sense of... confusion. Nothingness.

"You haven't heard my plan" he tries to grin at his boyfriend, hoping that his eyebags aren't nearly as big as he feels them be. "Come on. Let me tell you, and then you can say no"

They look at each other for some seconds, and Ballister gives in, the second Ambrosius brings out his best card on the whole deck: tears.

Crying on command is a pretty useful skill to have, Ambrosius's come to find out. He doesn't go all the way out with it, no this time, but he knows his eyes are watery and his nose is red. Ballister looks away, groaning.

"Fine!" He resigns, throwing his hands up to the heavens. "But if your plan is "something, something, we win" again, I'm out. I'm so out. You're going to have to ask Todd for help"

Ambrosius gasps, offended at the barbarity his boyfriend just said. How dares he? The old "fuck it, we ball" plan has never let them down, but this isn't the moment to bask in the glory of all of their past accomplishments.

"Okay, so..." he starts, taking in a big breath of air. This is going to be long, and boring. Sometimes he's sorry for Ballister, who has to learn all of this things as they go, unlike him, who's been memorizing the rules ever since he learned to read. "The duels, right. Not all noble families train their kids to be knigths. Not all knights are heirs, either. If you have an older sibling, then you're probably not heir. Follow me?"

Ballister, who loves learning about new stuff, even if it's nobility rubbish, nods along, "Follow you"

"I am the sole heir of the family, so I have obligations. You already know this. One of those is to keep up alliances and all that stuff"

Nodding again, Ballister chuckles a bit. Of course he knows. He's been there to witness every single event that's happened ever since Ambrosius finally turned old enough to go to balls and shit as an actual member of the upper society, or whatever it is they call themselves.

"We have many allies made by old marriages, debts, whatever. If one of them asks something of me, then it usually really just falls on me to say no. Unless they put up conditions"

Ambrosius licks his lips, grabbing his boyfriend's hands and looking at him straight in the eyes. How wonderful they are, Ballister's eyes.

"Now is when it gets kinda hard, so bear with me. Mom's been saying no to everyone who wants to form an alliance by marriage. Don't make that face, Bal. It's not really a lovely affair as much as it is legal papers, for a lot of people. But if all of my allies get along and decide to put conditions on me, then we're obligated to answer"

"That's so, so bullshit"

"It really is. Specially because, since we have so many allies, they usually never get along for long enough to actually make and write a demand, but I guess I'm just that hot and everyone wants to bed me. Too bad I'm already in love with what my allies would probably qualify as a disgraceful street rat"

Ballister blushes, playfully shoving Ambrosius on the chest.

"They would get a heart attack, don't you think? If they knew about me and you"

"They would get a heart attack if they knew I'm gay. They would have a heart attack if they knew I'm a tube baby because my mom loathes my dad. They would have a heart attack if they knew I eat chocolate cake sometimes. Don't feel special" shrugging, Ambrosius continues, "So, they are threatening to call off a lot of agreements and stuff if I don't answer their demands, which, like, mature much? Not my fault all of their heirs look like horror creatures.

So, Mom, being Mom, agreed to have me answer with a tournament, because apparently she believes I'm Hercules or something. I would traditionally have to fight with every single person who asked for my hand in a stupid sword duel and bla bla bla, but that would take forever, Bal. So, they came to an agreement. People fight each other, and whoever wins, figths with me"

"That sounds... extremely complicated" cringing a bit ta the lengths people would go for a chance to figth with his boyfriend, Ballister grimaces. Bunch of weirdos.

"I'm not some easy harlot, Ballister. You offend me. Of course trying marrying me is complicated. But, wait, now's where it gets interesting"

"Now? Just now? This whole thing is nuts"

Ignoring him, Ambrosius takes two pillows and places one if front of the other. "There are people who can fight me and expect to win" he says, pointing to one of them. "And people who can't but want the marriage"

"So, a lot of families don't have knights. A lot of knigths aren't heirs. Even if a family has a heir that would marry me, they could just be a scholar or something. All knights are nobles..."

"Except me?"

"Yeah, well. Most knigths are nobles, but a bunch of nobles aren't knigths. Like the Queen and such."

"And this is important because...?"

"Because families are going to choose champions, now. Wich means, they can just find a random good figther who's willing to commit to life to me and make them fight. Mom tried to make it so only noble heirs could enter, but they said no. You only have to represent a noble family, and there can only be one fighter per family. Wich means, you can simply sign up and beat everyone up!"

"You forget a very small but important detail, Amber" Ballister sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. "I'm neither noble nor a heir, and no family is going to choose me as a champion. You might actually need help from Todd ok this one"

Ambrosius suddenly comes to a stop, blinking.

Cackling, Ballister pretends to apologize, while his boyfriend rambles about how horrifying it would be, to be around Todd every day of his life, and how death would be mercy if anyone ever was to ever be on that situation.

Ambrosius finally stops, clearing his throat to stop Ballister from dying of asphyxiation, "With that settled, I would like to point out that my family can't choose you because I have to represent the Goldenloins. Not because I don't want. But there's still someone, Bal. Someone who's childless, a noble, and probably would love to help us out in this"

Ambrosius's next words convince Ballister of the fact that, yes, Captain Gloria surely drank too much while she was pregnant, because there's something deeply wrong with this man's brain.

"We're going to ask formal help from the Queen. And we're going to do it right now"

He should've stayed at that orphanage. Things would've been easier.

˗ˋ ♡ ˊ˗

Ballister fixes his shirt, and then does so again. Next to him, Ambrosius is going a pretty good job at pretending to be calm, but his lips are going to start bleeding in any second if he keeps munching on them like that, and his hands shake ever so slightly.

"If the speech doesn't work out" he whispers to Ballister, while they walk down the marble corridors of the palace, "then you put on your best puppy eyes. Pout and all. I'm bringing out the waterworks. Ugly crying, if needed. Gloreth, I'll fake-faint if it comes to that"

Ballister pretty sure that the speech they wrote and tried to memorize on the two hours it too to get here (asking for permission at the institute, getting into a carriage, arriving at the palace, getting the secretary to make them the next meeting using Ambrosius's status) isn't nearly good enough to convince the Queen to get involved in this mess, so he tries to remember the saddest moments in his life. There's a lot. He definitely feels ready to cry and beg.

They reach the Queen's office (because, apparently, queen's do have offices) and are welcomed by two palace guards that open up the wood doors for them to come in.

The place is wonderful. Not rich-people wonderful, it's soul-crushing life-changing beautiful instead. Everything is so white and golden and blue and shiny and ethereal.

In the middle of it, the Queen is seated, smiling softly at them. They both kneel down, knigth training and actual admiration manifesting in the gesture.

"Gentlemen" she greets, placing her joined hands on her desk, and they stand up straight, standing still, waiting for orders, always ready to obey to her, "you may sit down"

They do so.

Ballister's bones are trying to crawl out of his skin, and his whole face itches with nerves.

"Thank you, for receiving us in such short notice, Your Majesty" says Ambrosius, voice full with feeling. He's better at the whole "being social" thing.

"It is refreshing to see young faces on the palace grounda every once in a while" she responds, in that weird way formal people talk when they're trying to say something without saying it. "And I am honored to have two of my best cadets in here today. I have to ask, though, as to what situation do I owe the pleasure of such a distinguished visit? Specially a dual one"

"The honor is all ours" adds Ballister, who doesn't want to feel useless in the conversation, even if he feels incredibly out of place in the dances the nobility follows when they talk, when they breath, when they live.

"We come here with a plead," explains Ambrosius, and he suddenly looks older. Serious, worried, solemn. His voice is deep, calm, "One that would benefit both of us, and for which we require your help."

The Queen hums softly, slightly rising an eyebrow. "What sort of plea my I aid you both in?"

"I don't want to get married" says Ambrosius, straight to the point. Ballister asked him, on the carriage, to be honest with this. He knows how... creative the Goldenloins can get when they want something. Plus, being bold will surely add to the element of surprise.

"Excuse me?" The Queen looks clearly put off at the words, loosing her cool demeanor for a second, "Come again?"

Seeing her eyebrows frown and her vocabulary change so abruptly, Ambrosius clears his throat, hiding a smile. Their plan seems to be going well.

"I don't want to get married" he repeats, enunciating every word, "And I'm being forced to engage in an obligated tournament for those purposes, Your Majesty"

He gives her a second to understand the words, to take the information in. In those seconds, Ambrosius remembers that one time he thought Ballister hates him back when they were twelve, and tries to pour all the sadness he feels on his voice.

"Of course, I presume Your Majesty is aware of how vicious and outdated some traditions are" quickly, he glances down at Ballister, who's also putting on his best kicked lost helpless puppy performance, "but I am still subjected to them."

The Queen is the Queen, but even her can't change the rules that noble families uphold each other to. She nods, looking worried. Bingo.

"That's why I want to help him" cutting in, Ballister stammers a bit, like Ambrosius instructed him to. For extra empathy points, he said, "We've come up with a plan. It's not perfect, but..."

"... it's the best we can do" Ambrosius finishes, following his cue.

"And how can I help?" She asks, and both knigths know they've kit the jackpot in the instant her voice comes out. She sounds so much like a worried mother. Ballister feels slightly guilty, slightly wishful. "How may I aid you both, on this quest?"

"We need someone to sign me in" Puppy eyes. Puppy eyes. Think sad thoughts. "No one else but you can do it, Your Majesty. I am a commoner, and the families despise me"

They're not even lying. Most nobles do despise Ballister. They're just... putting some heart onto the delivery of the news.

"He's my last resource" Ambrosius is about to cry. Teary eyes, red cheeks, trembling words. Such an actor. "My mommy can't do it because she's my own family, and I am so scared, Your Majesty. Marriage is the least of my concerns"

He leans in to her, even if it's only the three of them in the room.

"Just thinking about what someone with control over me could ask for gives me chills," and, to spice some politics in, he whispers to her, "there's so many things my mom would give over for me. Money, land, jews... Gloreth, even alliances, or debts. There's a lot of power tied into the family, and if I'm allowed to be honest, I fear for what would happen if all that rested in the hand of someone evil. Some villain. Some monster.

It's a well known fact that the Goldenloins match the royal family in influence, in power. They're probably a bit over them, if one were to actually measure the impact they have on the people, on the kingdom. Ambrosius couldn't care less about this knowledge, but the Queen should be able to recognize a threat when it's in front of her.

She blinks once, twice. Ballister makes a show of giving Ambrosius a handkerchief, and he takes it with an apology for his horrible demeanor.

"I see why you've come to me," she finally speaks up, eyes fixed on them, "and I am glad that you did. This is an urgent matter. I am deeply troubled to see you in this state, Goldenloin"

Ambrosius mutters a quick thank you, still "too emotional" to talk.

"And I am glad to learn that the bond between my star knights is as strong as the walls that protect this kingdom. You both are what keep my people safe, after all"

Ballister's never been so proud to be compared to a wall as he is right now.

"To show you my gratitude for your hard work, I will agree. Ballister, you can fight in representation of the noble house of Elpis, as my champion. Any armor or other supplies needed will be provided, too"

Thank Gloreth and every single saint ever for Ambrosius's manipulative ass. He's so in love with this dramatic wreck of a man. Thank Gloreth and every single saint ever for Queen Valentin's tendency to go against tradition. He's so grateful to have been born under her regency.

They both thank her, deeply, multiple times, bowing their heads. Ambrosius even sheds some tears and wipes them off with urgency

Then, the Queen stands up, and they follow suit. She shoots them a question, one that they didn't come prepared for,

"You both are aware, however, of how the nature of your... bond, could affect this tournament?"

Stop. Pause. What did she say? Whatdidshesay?

They look at each other, completely out of course. This time, she is the one with the upper hand. And they're so fucked. Seeing as how their silence continues, she speaks, again

"Your romance" she clarifies, and Ambrosius's choke on his own saliva isn't pretended. Ballister goes so red his face burns, and, out of instinct, he hits his boyfriend on the back to try and stop his death. He hits a little too hard, but it works.

"Excuse us?" Screeches Ambrosius, high pitched, "Our what?"

"You must be confused" says Ballister at the same time, feeling like a very dumb caged animal. They didn't plan this. He's got no idea what to do next. "Ambrosius and I don't-"

"We would never-"

"We couldn't even be together! I'm just some commoner and he is..."

"Don't talk about yourself like that"

"Amber, this is not the moment to-"

"I won't let you be mean to yourself in front of the Queen"

The woman in front of them chuckles, amazed at their idiocy. They both blush even more, if that's possible. They suck at this whole "pretending to be single" thing.

"You're adorable" she coos, and Ambrosius is ready to change his name and move towns, "You remind me so much of Derek and me, back when we were young"

She brings up dead husband, as if this isn't weird enough already.

"Surely, you know that if people take notice of this, and Ballister does end up winning — like I have faith he will — they could argue that the tournament has been rigged"

They look at each other, bewildered. They never even considered that possibility. The Queen chuckles some more.

"I trust you would come up with a way to deal with that problem, Mister Goldenloin. You mother's always had her way with schemes and theatrical dramas, and I am fairly sure that I just witnessed one of your plans in action, didn't I? Was any of what you said true, cadets?"

Of course. Of course. The Queen, who's probably been working alongside Captain Gloria her whole life, would notice. Perhaps they didn't plan this as neatly as they could've. But they had less than a day to come up with the whole thing, so.

"I really, really don't wanna get married or have to obey to someone" argues Ambrosius, pouting. "Specially to some older weirdo"

"And I really don't want him to marry or have to obey to someone" agrees Ballister, apologetic. "Specially some older weirdo"

After considering them for some seconds, she nods again, agreeing to keep her word. Seeing no point on subtlety, they hug each other quickly, to celebrate.

"We're going to give back every penny you spend on Bal in this whole thing, swear to Gloreth" promises Ambrosius, one hand drapped along his boyfriend's back, "when he wins, I'm throwing a party, and you are so invited", quickly, he adds, "uh, Your Majesty, ma'am"

She lets them go after discussing some minor details, and they beam all the way out of the palace.

"I told you my plan would work" Ambrosius puffs out his chest like a proud peacock once they're on the carriage back to the institute, texting Gloreth knows who on his phone, "We're irresistible"

"She only agreed because you asked her. No one says no to a Goldenloin, Amber"

Ballister stretches, already tired. This whole thing has been draining. He's so ready to go back to the institute and join classes again. If this carriages hurries up, they might get there in time for sword training before lunch, his favorite part of the day.

"Talking 'bout Goldenloins..." trails off Ambrosius, playful smile painted on his lips, "what you say we go talk to my mom now?"

"Absolutely no way-"

"Too bad" he interrupts him, placing his hand over Ballister's lips, "already told her we're on our way. She asked to chefs to prepare us something tasty"

Fuck this kid and his lack of self control.

#Nimona #fanfic #AMAZING FANFIC #Goldenheart #Ambrosius's champion #Ambrosius Goldenloin #Ballister Boldheart #Queen Valerin

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years ago

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Edward Cullen Master Post

Edward Gets Weird About Everything

Edward Cullen’s Transformation Back into Humanity: A Novel by Vladimir Nabokov

Edward is Living His Best Romantic Tragedy Life and He Loves It

To Stare at Edward is to Stare in the Face of Madness

Edward Didn’t Want Alice Look After Bella in New Moon at All

Edward Wants His Human Girlfriend Cake and To Eat it Too

Edward’s Double Think, Fighting Prowess, and Issues With Bella’s Transformation

More on Edward’s Hair Color

Edward’s Thoughts on Life and the Universe

Edward Cullen’s Thoughts on the Family

In the Trolley Problem, Between Renesmee and Bella, Edward Chooses Renesmee

In the Trolley Problem, Between Carlisle and Bella, Who Does Edward Choose?

Why Does Edward Hate Jasper?

Would Edward Hate Jasper Even More if Jasper Had Good Control? (Probably Not)

Edward and Reddit

Would Edward Have Still Been Interested in an Older Bella? (No, He Eats Her)

Edward’s Gift and Language and Follow Up

What if Edward Suspected a Scarlet Woman Was After Carlisle?

Edward If Jessica Stanley Suspecting Him of Vampirism Caught Him By Surprise

Would Light Yagami and Edward Cullen Get Along?

Would Wizard Trotsky (From Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus) and Edward Cullen Get Along?

Edward and Batman

How Would Edward See Tom Riddle?

Why Are Edward and Seth Friends?

Edward’s Thoughts on Halloween

Edward Really Doesn’t Care About His Human Parents

Yes, Edward Really Did Want to Marry Bella

Would Edward Be Happier If He Didn’t Have His Gift?

Would Edward Even Care About Bella Had She Been Raised in Forks by Charlie?

Was Edward Inspired by the Volturi Wives When He Kidnapped Bella in Eclipse?

What if You Mentally Shriek at Random Intervals in Edward’s Vicinity?

Edward and How Bella Really Could Look Like Almost Anything

How Would Edward Feel About Anti-Vaxxers?

Edward’s Fragile Ego and How He’ll Never Admit Bella Might Be More Powerful than He is

What Did Edward Mean About Bella’s Blood Not Bothering Him in Eclipse?

If Edward Lived in a World with Daemons, Would He Still Insist He Has No Soul? (Yes)

What Would Make Edward Truly Happy?

Does Edward Support Divorce?

Would Edward Ever be Chill About Bella Staying in Volterra?

Why Do I Think Edward Would Mercy-Kill Bella?

How Would Edward React to Someone Else Whose Mind He Can’t Read?

How Would Edward Feel if Renesmee Had Inherited His Gift?

Why Edward Might Refer to Rosalie as a Shrew

Could Edward Ever Lose Faith in Carlisle? What Would it Take?

Will Edward Resent Renesmee?

Edward Didn’t Seem to Care About the Legalities of Marriage That Much

Does Edward Resent Alice for Leaving in Breaking Dawn?

Would Edward Have Liked Rosalie if He Couldn’t Hear Her Thoughts? (No, He Dislikes the Idea of Her)

Would Edward Still Be an Angst Ridden Mess if He Was a More Traditional Vampire Vampire?

Why Does Edward Like Alice Anyways?

Why Did Edward Save Bella from the Van?

Would Edward Protect Bella from The Purge or Use it as an Excuse to Eat Her?

Does Edward Victim Blame?

Everyone Already Pants After Carlisle, Edward Knows

Edward Plays Kiss, Marry, Kill: The Answers Will Shock You!

Edward: Probably Not that Offended by Traditionally Unfeminine Women

How Would Edward React if Rosalie Had Brought Home a Woman From the Mountain?

Edward, The Madonna/Whore Complex, and Why He’s Not Sleeping with Tanya

Would Edward Change His Opinion of Mike Newton if He Protected Her from the Van and Died?

Could Edward Have Sex Outside of Marriage?

How Would Edward React to Having Sex with a Close Female Friend He Doesn’t Love?

Would Edward Be Happier Embracing His Inner Demon?

Does Edward Believe in Soulmates?

What if Someone Read Ao3 Porn Next to Edward in Class?

Edward Believes in Soulmates and Will Probably Cheat on Bella: Somehow Not Mutually Exclusive

Edward Doesn’t Think Demetri is Dangerous

Why Would Edward Make Bella Human Again (If He Only Got to Pick One)?

Why Edward Never Uses Tongue/Open Mouthed Kissing When Bella’s Human

If You Asked for Sex with a Human Advice, Post Canon Edward Would Probably Still Point You to the Denali

Canon Edward was Horrified of Edward, Human Edward Would Be Too

Edward and the Least Interested Someone Can React to “An Aggressively Female Body”

Edward: Normal For Once (Or Why He’s Pro Sex After Marriage)

Edward in General

Edward’s the Heart of the Family

If Edward Went to Hogwarts Would Dumbledore Read His Mind?

Did Edward Contact the Denali to Learn How to Best Have Sex with Bella?

Why Do I think Harry Potter and Edward Cullen are Gay?

Edward Has No Gaydar

Yes, Edward Was Really Trying to Kill Himself in Volterra

Edward and the Phantom of the Opera

Was Edward Always Crazy?

Is Edward Charming?

Does Edward Like ABBA?

How Long Until Edward Loses Interest in Bella?

Which Pairing Makes Edward Suffer the Most?

Would Edward Ever Join the Volturi? (Or, Edward’s Ego Takes a Bruising)

Has Edward Seen the Wall of Carlisle?

Under What Circumstances Would Edward Murder Carlisle?

Thoughts on Edward’s Misogyny

Would Edward Have Eloped?

How Would Edward Have Reacted if One of His Victims from the 1930′s Survived to Become a Man-Eating Vampire?

How are Edward and Louis Pointe du Lac from Interview with a Vampire Similar?

The Similarities Between Edward and Breaking Bad’s Walter White

Would Edward Have Spared His Son Edward Jacob as He Did Renesmee?

How Would I Make Edward a More Moral Person?

How Would Edward React at the Idea of a Gifted Carlisle?

What if Edward Had Been Alone in the Ballet Studio?

How Did Edward React the First Time Carlisle and Esme Went to Isle Esme?

What if Carlisle Had Brought Edward to Volterra?

If Aro Had Decided to Use Chelsea When Edward Thought Bella Was Dead Would He Still Insist on Suicide?

What is Edward’s Self-Inheritance Scheme?

Armand from Interview with a Vampire and Edward Cullen are the Same Person

How Would Edward React if Bella Ate a Person?

Does Edward Even Have Morals?

Edward’s Gift and Foreign Languages

Would Edward’s New Moon Plan Even Work?

Edward Got Beat Up by Jane Once

Can Edward Play Rush E?

Edward Probably Didn’t Go to Prom Before Bella and Got Weird About It

If Animal Blood Weakened Gifts, Edward Would Still Be on the Diet

Can Edward Stop Repressing His Homosexuality and Could Carlisle Tell Him He’s Gay?

How Would Edward React if Bella Had Said Rosalie’s Name Longingly in Her Sleep?

What Would Edward Have Done if Bella Hadn’t Agreed to Marry Him?

On Why Even if There Was a Vampire Therapist it Wouldn’t Help Edward Much

Could Edward Be a CEO?

Could Edward, Garrett, and Jasper Be the Volturi?

Are Edward and Carlisle Similar to Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars?

Would Edward Get on with Charles and Erik from X-Men?

You Can’t Trust Edward

You Can’t Trust a Word Out of Edward’s Mouth, Especially About the Volturi

Edward Can Absolutely Be Blocked (He’s Still Not the Fastest)

Edward’s General Reliability and His View of Bella and Alice’s Friendship

Despite Edward’s Insistence, He Does Not Look Like a Cougar When He Hunts

Edward Doesn’t Listen to a Word Bella Says

In the World of Comedy, Everyone is the Straight Man to Edward’s Lunacy

Edward Hyperanalyzes Everything Bella Says

How the Hell Did Edward Beat Victoria?

Edward and His Insane Double Think

Edward Likes Blondes

Why Does Edward Hate the Volturi So Much?

Yes, Edward Thinks He’s Better Than Us Mortal Plebians

Is Edward Dumber than Harry Potter?

Can Edward Self-Improve?

Can Edward Actually Play Piano or is This a Debacle?

It Doesn’t Matter What Aro Was Thinking When He First Met Edward, Edward Would Not Notice or Care

Okay, But What if Edward Caught Carlisle and Aro in the Act? Could He Still Deny? (I Believe in Edward)

Edward Can Read Neurodivergent Minds, He’s Just an Asshole

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #the cullens #master post #meta

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notstilinski · 3 years ago

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Crush Starters !

Taken from the 2022 Hulu movie, Crush! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! Some light spoilers for the movie may be present!

“What a vague, bullshit prompt.”

“Sorry, my first instinct was to name other gay people we know.”

“I still share everything with him. Even a Spotify account.”

“Sad lesbian music is an integral part of my identity.”

“It’s too predictable to go for the most popular girl in school.”

“Well, little do they know, my raging anxiety would never let me deface school property.”

“Do you guys want to come over after school and take edibles and watch Shrek?”

“Ugh. Why would you sweat when you don’t have to?”

“Hell no. They tried to put a love spell on me at least six times. If I’m going to date a witch, they have to be a talented one.”

“Stop staring without consent, please. It’s horrifying.”

“(Name), I really like you. I do. Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t know you. I hate myself that I have to say that-“

“Like you call them daddy, and they call you their sweet little princess.”

“For (Name) there, just try to find the thing they suck at the least.”

“I regretted it the second it left my mouth.”

“No, my job as coach is to motivate through fear.”

“Today was great. I almost killed somebody with a javelin.”

“Okay. I’m going to need you to relax. You’re starting to scare me.”

“This is a sex-positive house, (Name). Shame does not live here.”

“Time to get you drunk. Like, if you don’t throw up by the end of the night, then I didn’t do my job.”

“Do I look whimsical enough for puns?”

“Disturbingly cute in a kind of kinky way?”

��Hmm. Okay. If this mentor-protege thing is going to work out, then you have to respect my caffeinated process.”

“I knew you were using a tough-love approach with me.”

“It’s okay, dude. I’m no stranger to dark dad humor.”

“But I don’t want to talk about my dad. I’m saving that for a future therapy session.”

“(Name), are you kidding me? We’re going to have a mother fucking stakeout.”

“Um, I don’t really have a type. It’s more of just a vibe.”

I care. I care. I was just trying to be nice and ask questions. So- Not that good at that, though.”

“Kinda weird that we co-parented but never kissed before, huh?”

“Wow. I guess the promiscuous gene skips a generation.”

“Did you know that squirrels remember every single person they’ve ever seen?”

“We’re playing Seven Minutes in the Hotel Bathroom. And it’s a tried tradition.”

“Oh, wow. Another random animal fact. So soon?”

“Damn. We are bad at the small talk thing.”

“The stupid vending machine won’t give me my food.”

“Why don’t you want to kiss me? Why does nobody want to kiss me?”

“This is the stuff that dreams are made of but, also, nightmares if you are not in the top three.”

“No. It’s fine. It’s just a kiss, right?”

“Every time I try to make new friends or do my own thing, people always think of you first.”

“But everything I do is always overshadowed by you, (Name). I needed something that was mine.”

“How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me anything?”

"Having feelings is evil."

“When you get flustered, I get flustered 'cause I think it’s the stupidest, cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t get to choose who you fall for, believe me, I get it.”

“And, um, tell your mom I say… hi.”

“No, I feel like I’m playing Pictionary with an infant.”

“You look like a serial killer. Change your eyes.”

“Great. It’s a coup.”

“It really hasn’t been the easiest thing. I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours, but you get the idea.”

“That’s the face I’ve been looking for, looking like a bunch of wenches.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #starter sentences #ask meme #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #movie sentence starters #crush spoilers #hulu crush spoilers #there were some super cringey parts but this movie made me so happy #it was so cheesy and cute ?? i adore it

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jams-sims · 2 years ago

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God im just posting about Helluva Boss all day huh.

I see a lot of people screaming and crying about Stella. Some how some shit is sexist when there is a literal women writing the show.

There were multiple ways Stella and Stolas relationship could have been written.

One of mutual understanding that they may not love eachother but they stick together for the child and ya know rich people bullshit. End resulting in Stolas cheating.

Theres a reality where Stolas was a shit bag and was just having a affiar and hid it from Stella the whole time.

But neither of those are the case, the end result is that Stolas and Stella were in a relationship that neither liked. And instead of Stella being chill, she abused Stolas. Even if later on its explained Stella had a rough childhood. That would only explain her issues not justify her actions.

Because heres the kicker; in that rant Stolas says he tried. He tried to make their life comfortable. If it turns out Stella is this way because of abuse herself. You'd think after 25 years of waiting for Stolas to turn out like her abusive brother or father she would have realized. OH he wasnt trying to just simply play nice and wait for my gaurd to lower.

It sounds like Stolas is has a lot more to lose than Stella does. She seems even petty about it. If anything her reputation and pride has been irreparately damaged because she openly gloated about not being divorced. Like what the fuck!? AGAIN! Even if it turns out she was truamatized as a child. That doesn't justifying nor excuse any of what she did. Shit Stolas looked at the paper to see she posted about a fucking party! She didnt even tell him and then she barely even invites him even tho its in his fucking house. STELLA WHAT THE FUCK GIRL?! She talks about how he barely wants to fuck her. And if you really pay attention she talks about how he just lays there and stares at a wall. Now you could chalk this up to him being gay or as I took it Stella never made him feel wanted. Thus sex was not a thing done willingly. Shit when Stolas tries to get Blitz to fuck him through all of that. He says no made me feel wanted nothing about whether it had to be a man or not. Just someone to care about him. (Vizie could have confrimed his sexuality but on my view this felt very demi for Stolas).

Stolas as a grown adult can say now that Octavia 17 he no longer has to live this lie of being together. Like this is super common in abusive relationships with kids. This isn't a slight to Octavia, Stolas is more than just her father hes is his own person. His rant doesnt mean he stopped loving her or it was a lie. It means her life wont be shatted because a teen can understand why mother and father divorced. While a small baby could not understand and would cause a bunch of stress.

Stella has done nothing to warrent sympathy now. And everyone chomping at the bit for like an excuse. You can like villians this whole ass site is made up people who love the bad guy. Stella is the antagonist you can enjoy that like damn.

Also I hate the uwu they are in hell no one is good. Okay listen- its basic fuckng writing to have a character you can sympathize with. If everyone sucked you wouldnt be watching the show. You have to connect with someone or it doesnt matter. If theres a story about 4 killers and they all kill nothing happen and they toture innocent people all day. You'd be like this is toture porn and boring. But if one is homeless and was abused. You suddenly start carring, its not even that hard to understand.

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss octavia

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innytoes · 2 years ago

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"Pinky promise?" And "Relationships are built on trust, and I trust you," from the soft prompts for Willex? (Feel free to change ship if it doesn't vibe with you!)

Some nights, after the applause died down and the audience went home and they'd done all the clean up, Alex would lie in the van he shared with Reggie and Luke, both boys curled up beside him, and stare at the ceiling wondering how the hell this had turned out to be his life.

Running away and joining the circus was supposed to be something that happened in kid's books, not real life. But Luke had already been living in the garage they rented as a studio, Reggie crashing there more and more often. And when Alex came to the studio one night, hastily packed bag over one shoulder telling them how he'd overheard his parents discussing sending him to some kind of 'pray away the gay' camp, well, they knew they had to get out of LA, and fast.

Joining up with the circus was supposed to be a temporary thing. Except it turned out, they all really liked it there. The ringmaster and owner, Ray, was really nice and was thrilled to have a bunch of young musicians offer to join up. He'd been less thrilled, a year later, when he realised they were celebrating Alex' eighteenth birthday, but he hadn't kicked them out or anything.

So they played their music, joining up with Ray's daughter Julie to form 'the most epic band ever', according to Luke. And they found out ways to help before and after the shows. Turned out Luke was killer at balloon animals, Reggie helped with the animals, and Alex usually helped the food stalls.

"Hey Hotdog," Willie said, leaning over the side and giving him a kiss. Alex' stomach fluttered with butterflies, the way it always did when Willie was close. The last of the people had gone into the big tent, which meant they had about a half an hour to tidy up and get ready before the actual show started and they were needed at their stations. "Can we talk?"

The butterflies in his stomach must have frozen to death, considering the way his insides turned to ice. "O... okay."

"Shit no, sorry, not like that, that totally set off your anxiety, didn't it? It's not anything bad, I swear." Willie stammered. He looked ridiculously nervous himself, one of his big sweaters over his leotard. He took Alex' hand, bringing them to behind the trailers, out of sight of everyone. "Caleb offered me a spot in his part of the show."

"That's brilliant, Willie!" Alex said, grasping his tighter. His boyfriend deserved all of the time in front of the audience. At first, Alex hadn't even been able to watch Willie's part of the show, his aerial tricks and tight rope walking and time up in the air meaning he almost toppled over his cymbal from hitting it so hard in his anxiety. But now, he loved nothing more than to watch his boyfriend fly free and joyful above the crowds.

"It does mean I'll have to get pretty up-close and personal with Dante, though," Willie said. Dante was one of Caleb's stage assistants. He was usually the guy who did all the switcheroo stuff, as Reggie called it, while Fuego and Caleb distracted the crowd.

"Okay?" Alex asked. "Are you worried he's gonna drop you?" He'd never seen Dantye drop anyone. They'd had acrobatics and stuff in the magic show before, and he'd never heard any of the other performers complain. The guy seemed pretty solid.

"You're not upset?" Willie asked, blinking. Alex shrugged.

"You spend all your time forty feet off the ground doing things I can't even wrap my head around," he pointed out. "I think you can handle being fake-sawed-in-half or whatever."

"You're not worried about me being all over this super buff, hot guy?" Willie pressed. And okay yeah maybe Alex did still sometimes blush when Dante was doing a shirtless workout on the grounds. But he was married to Fuego. Plus, Willie would never cheat on him. Honestly, the big muscles were kind of reassuring, if Dante was meant to be catching his boyfriend.

"Relationships are built on trust, and I trust you," he said, gently taking Willie's face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his furrowed brow. Immediately, Willie relaxed, leaning into him. "Promise me one thing, though," he said.

"Anything," Willie said immediately.

"Don't get on Caleb's bad side and get sawed in half for real," Alex said as seriously as he could.

Willie's laugh echoed over the now empty fields. "Pinky promise," he agreed, linking their fingers together and kissing him soundly.

#willex #fanfic #julie and the phantoms #willie throckmorton #alex mercer #circus au #AUs are awesome #I cannot explain to you my thought process for this one it was all over the place #except hnnghhh willie in a leotard #just the boys all sleeping in their beat up van as they tour with the circus #reggie is friends with all the animals down to Caleb's doves #the trick riders are 100% teaching him their stuff #he may or may not find a stray dog and teach it tricks at some point #one day willie will convince Alex to let him take him up #but for now he has a lot of fun teaching Alex silk-rope tricks half a meter off the floor #just picture Luke making small children balloon animals while Julie and Reggie stare at him all heart-eyed

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shycoconutt · 3 years ago

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I Found My Light: Chapter 3 (Kakashi x Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

A/n: Sorry for the delay! Wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this but it came to me in the shower (as all good ideas do). Hope you enjoy it! This story is far from over.

Summary: You attend the group training session where, to your dismay, Kakashi is in attendance.

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but won't be in future chapters), violence, angst

Fanart!: Please check out this fanart inspired by this fic by the talented @szamasza <3

If this training session goes like any other typical training session, you are in for a long one. Training usually begins around mid-day and lasts several hours until everyone feels like they’re on the brink of death. Then, when face down in the dirt, Asuma tries to convince everyone to head to the bar on the main street that gives discounts to shinobi. After a few minutes of resounding I’m-too-tireds and maybe-next-times, everyone gives in and spends the remainder of the night into the next morning crammed in a booth getting absolutely sloshed.

This night was like any other night, except not because your anxiety was at an all-time high.

Kakashi showed up about an hour into training, aloof as ever. You were deep in your spar with Genma when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Genma must have noticed your distraction, as he didn’t hesitate to spit his senbon at you with full force. Luckily you were refocused in less than a second and caught it between your fingers.

“Nice try, buddy,” you teased him, “It’s going to take more than that to throw me off.”

Genma raised his eyebrow at you. “I don’t know, (y/n), you seemed a little distracted,” he teased.

And just like that, you were back at each other’s throats.

Kakashi ended up finding a spot sparing Gai. Typical of him, as usually Gai is the only one who can keep up ability-wise. Although, Kakashi hasn’t seen how much you’ve grown and a part of you is hoping you’ll get a chance at him. You still have yet to use your chakra sword-whip, your most brutal weapon, in front of your fellow shinobi. It’s remained in its sheath strapped across your back, waiting to be used against the most brutal opponent.

“Alright, alright,” Genma pants, curled up on the ground holding his left side where you just landed a forceful kick, “Please show me some mercy, (y/n).”

“Only if you admit that I’m a better shinobi than you in every way,” you say smugly, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Yes, you are a better shinobi than me in every way. You're stealthy, quick, strong, intelligent, adaptable, beautiful, and, most of all, kind. Which is why you’ll give me my senbon back.” He pleas, still laying on the ground with his hand out to you.

“Mmm, fine,” you tease, pulling the senbon from your hair where you used it to hold it in a bun. “It does make a great hair accessory though. I think I might have to get one for myself.” You help Gemma back up to his feet and stick the metal needle back into his mouth.

He gives you a smirk, still grasping onto your hand. “You should see my collection. I have at least two hundred of these,” he boasts, taking the senbon out of his mouth to twirl it in his fingers. “I‘ll make sure to pick one out for you.”

“I would be honored.” You smile warmly, squeezing his hand.

At this moment you could sense a set of eyes staring at you from the other side of the training field. Well, one eye, you should say, as Kakashi is staring directly at you while he holds Gai in a headlock. His expression is unreadable as his eyes flicker from you to Genma and then back to you. You could swear that you saw his shoulders drop a bit before he brought his attention back to Gai who is currently struggling to breathe in his grasp.

“Ka-ka-shi-ple-ase-le-t-me-go-” Gai gasps, holding onto Kakashi’s arms currently wrapped around his neck. Kakashi’s eyes widen when his attention is brought back to his opponent and he immediately releases Gai from his grasp. With a thud, Gai drops to the floor and sucks in one big breath.

“Are you trying to kill him?!” Kurenai yells as she runs to tend to Gai who is sitting on the ground rubbing his neck. Everyone else on the field stops what they’re doing when they notice the commotion and circle around Gai wondering what happened.

“I’m sorry-” Kakashi starts, hands back in his pockets still staring at Gai wide-eyed.

“Apologies are unnecessary my rival!” Gai cuts in, still gasping for air. “Flashes of my youth came to me as I was falling out of consciousness. It reminded me how much there is to live for. I thank you for the near-death experience, Kakashi!” Gai quickly recovers and stands up, dusting the dirt from his green jumpsuit. “You win this round, but I wouldn’t get used to it!” Gai challenges, holding out a hand for Kakashi to shake.

“Yeah, sure Gai.” Kakashi agrees sheepishly, accepting Gai’s hand.

“Damn, Kakashi.” Genma starts, a smug smile pulling at his mouth. “The Anbu made you a pretty ruthless fighter, huh? I didn’t realize friend-killer Kakashi applied to us too.”

You could hear everyone in the circle try to hold in their gasps after registering Genma’s statement. Kakashi’s whole body stiffened and you could see the appearance of a grimace form under his mask. He is visibly uncomfortable. Yet, instead of looking at Genma who just addressed him, he is looking at you.

You suck in a breath, feeling terrible for Kakashi. Rumors spread, nicknames are formed, it’s all a part of being a shinobi. But “friend-killer Kakashi” is on a whole other level of petty.

That jerk.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Genma?” You turn to him and yell. “What makes you think you can say shit like that?”

“Oh c’mon!” Genma retorts. “We were all thinking it! This is the first time he’s been back training with us since the Anbu. You’ve heard what people have said about him. I’m surprised one of us isn’t already dead!”

This time no one was able to hold in their reactions as gasps escaped everyone in the circle.

You are fuming.

“Actually, Genma, the only one you should be worried about killing you is me because I am a second away from shoving that stupid senbon down your throat.” You take a step forward, challenging him.

“Hey, hey,” Genma retreats, taking a step back with his hands up in defense. “I was just trying to look out for us, for you especially. I mean out of all of us, you should be the most concerned. You know, with the whole situation that happened with Ri-”

You close the gap between you and Genma in seconds, grabbing the collar of his vest, you yank the senbon from his mouth and hold it against his throat.

“If you finish that sentence it will be the last words you ever speak.” You threaten. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You have no idea the details of what Kakashi has been through. What Rin went through. What I went through. It isn’t your place to speak about a situation you know nothing of. So do us all a favor and shut up.” You let go of his vest and shove him back a couple steps.

“Wow, damn, okay, sorry.” Genma apologizes, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I was just joking around. There’s no need to be so serious about it, (y/n).”

“My hand went through Rin’s heart,” Kakashi speaks up from his silence. “There’s nothing to joke about.”

Hearing Kakashi speak this hard truth sends a sharp pain through your heart, and you instinctively grasp onto the part of your shirt lying over your chest.

You turn and look back at Kakashi, who meets your eyes.

Pain.

So much pain.

You turn to step towards him, but he’s already retreating from the circle.

“I think that’s it for me today guys. I’ll catch you around another time.” Kakashi says as he turns away from the group giving you one last glance. Heading towards the forest, he reaches around to his pouch and pulls out his Icha Icha novel, bringing it in front of him to pick up where he left off.

After a few silent beats, Asuma claps his hands together to bring attention to him.

“So,” he starts, “drinks anyone?”

Everyone immediately becomes more relaxed now that the focus has shifted. You, on the other hand, are feeling so tense that you start to hear ringing in your ears. You get that Asuma is just trying to relieve the tension in the group, but you can’t help but be annoyed that he’s trying to move on from what just happened so quickly.

Kurenai meets your gaze and can read your annoyance. She gives you a pleading look that says drop it for now, (y/n).

Everyone in the circle, including Genma, give a resounding “yes” and head in the opposite direction of Kakashi back towards the village. You're left alone standing in the middle of the grounds as they make their way out.

“(Y/n), are you coming?” Kurenai calls out to you.

You contemplate for a second and begin to wave her off.

“I think I’m going to stay here for a minute. You guys go on ahead, I’ll meet up with you later,” you reply. Honestly, you have no intention of getting back together with them, as any place where Genma is hanging out is the last place you want to be.

“Okay,” Asuma shouts back at you, “we will be at that one bar on main.”

“As always.” you joke back, trying to sound light-hearted.

Once they are out of sight you turn to look back at the trees that Kakashi exited through. You have absolutely no idea where he could be headed to or how fast he could be traveling through the trees. It might be a waste of time to head out after him. After all, if Kakashi doesn’t want to be found, you have no chance of finding him.

Feeling slightly defeated, you plop down to the ground and sit criss-cross in the dirt. You sit up straight and put both of your hands palm-up on each knee. Taking a deep breath in, you feel the breeze rustle through your hair. Taking a deep breath out, you hear the sound of the trees flowing in the wind.

If he wants to talk, he will come to me. In the meantime, I will meditate.

The next time you open your eyes, it’s dark out.

Damn, how many hours have passed?

You close your eyes.

More time passes.

The next time you open your eyes, Kakashi is sitting a few feet across from you mirroring your position.

His eyes are open.

As if your thoughts are mirroring each other as well, you both speak in unison.

“I’m sorry.”

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi fanfic #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi #kakashi fluff #kakashi imagine #naruto fanfiction #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #kakashi one shot #kakashi x yn #kakashi sensei #i found my light

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psychdelia · 4 years ago

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max hadn’t meant to let it slip. she and robin were talking about crushes - because god knows that girl needs regular girl talk after all the shit she’s been through - about how lucas and dustin both liked max and how steve liked robin. the conversation shifted onto billy, who was still in a coma.

he had gotten a better. he started breathing on his own and was showing signs of brain activity. his fingers have twitched and slightly raised off the bed, but he still hasn’t woken up. steve and robin visit, but mostly because max begged them to after the doctor had told her that having visitors around his own age and hearing about topics more in his scope, like college and music, was probably better for him than hearing the party talk about d&d and arcade games. so they visited a couple times a week.

his hair had gotten longer since july. and curlier. less product alongside the nurses constantly brushing it out made his hair soft. sometimes she caught steve twirling the blonde curls around his finger, other times she found him running his hand from his scalp down to his ends. on rare occasions he was cupping billy’s cheek, thumb running over the scar below his eye before moving down to swipe over his bottom lip. she didn’t interrupt him when she found him like that, instead snuck back out. he looked a lot younger, too. less muscly and angry. without the scowl and constant jaw clench, he looked more at ease. she figured steve liked him better like this. soft and silent. she wasn’t sure if he’d revert back to his old ways when he woke up.

“i think lucas and dustin both liked me before he met suzie. they acted like creeps. always watching me.” she reminisced with a chuckle.

“steve confessed his love to me after puking our guts out in the starcourt bathroom when the russians drugged us.”

“i don’t know which is more romantic.” max joked. robin laughed. max was 100% her favorite little shit.

“steve’s always been a bit of a romantic. he would always spin nancy around in the hall. i hope he finds someone soon.” robin shrugged. “we both can’t be single losers forever.”

“billy was always jealous of nancy.” max snorted. “he would stare at her in the school parking lot and get mad whenever i asked.”

max was smiling fondly but it dropped in a second. she paled, her eyes growing wide when she saw robin’s confused expression. broke eye contact immediately.

“why was billy jealous of nancy wheeler?” robin frowned, confused.

“i-i meant jealous of steve.” max tried pathetically. winced at her forced tone.

“max. why was billy jealous of nancy?” robin tried again, tone soft.

max looked about two seconds away from either screaming out of rage or crying. she’s a lot like her brother, robin noted.

“he likes steve.” max blurted.

robins eyes widened as she stared at the teenager. billy hargrove, school manwhore, lady killer, king of hawkins both in and out of girl’s skirt, is-

“billy’s gay?”

“you can’t tell anyone.” max began to plead. “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, he made me promise. i promised i wouldn’t. not after-“ she looked up at robin. “robin please don’t tell anyone. not even steve. he can’t know. no one can.”

“but what about may and holly and-and jessica?” robin asked. “are you sure he’s not bisexual?”

max shook her head. “he just uses girls as a cover. i dont think he’s ever really... been with one.” she shrugged weakly. “i know he’s been with boys back home but his dad found out and went crazy and hurt billy really bad and.” a shaky exhale. “now we’re here.”

everyone knew about billy’s dad. max had a small meltdown when he showed up to the hospital and started screaming, telling him to get out and leave billy alone. everyone knew about neil hurting billy, but no one knew why. except now robin did.

“oh.” robin exhaled. “i won’t tell anyone.” she promised. “this stays between us, okay?” a pause. “i’m, um. i’m like billy, max.” she rubbed the back of her neck. “if anyone knows how to keep a secret, it’s me kid.”

the relief and shock on max’s face was comical.

“you - oh.” she nodded. “is that why you and steve never-“

“yeah.” robin nodded. “billy might’ve been jealous of nancy but. i was jealous of steve. tammy thompson kept staring at the doof.” she rolled her eyes. “he said she sings like a muppet. can you believe that?” max laughed.

steve had gone to billy’s room alone tonight. he felt bad asking robin to eat dinner with him or accompany him to visit billy after they’d visited for the past couple days. but he didn’t feel like being alone and he’ll take a sleeping billy hargrove over being lonely. but when he got to the room he heard a familiar voice. robin. she sounded like she was about to cry. or she already was.

“god, you asshole, just wake up already.” she huffed. “i was talking to max earlier and she kinda let something slip and. if i had just known then maybe you wouldn’t have been so alone.”

steve knew it was wrong to stand by the door and listen in, but he was never exactly one for tight morals. he couldn’t help but wonder what she was talking about.

“i know hawkins fucking sucks for people like us but i’m here now. and so is max and steve and joyce and everyone else. your dad is a piece of shit but you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

steve frowned. “people like us”? what does she mean by that?

“max misses you. she reminds us of you, just not as mean.” she laughed. “at least to me. she’s a little shit to everyone else and i’m pretty sure she learned that from you but she’s pretty cool. she’d be cooler without always worrying about you, though. she’s quieter now. sometimes she goes silent and it’s like her mind is somewhere else and we all know she’s thinking of you.”

a pause.

“i think steve likes you too. if you would just wake the hell up we could all be friends. we’d be such a badass trio, dude, imagine.” a soft chuckle. “but. maybe you guys could be.. more.” a sigh. “i think he’s like us but he just seems.. confused? i don’t think he knows what he’s feeling. he’s like david bowie, i’m pretty sure. likes both.”

oh. that’s what she meant. like us.

“i know he likes you, though. he’s always touching you. he doesn’t think i see when he plays with your hair or touches your face. sometimes he touches your mouth and, fortunately for you, hargrove, i don’t think that’s straight guy behavior. i wonder if you can feel him. i hope you can.”

a sniffle, then a hushed, “i just want you guys to be happy.” a shaky exhale. “you both deserve to be happy. billy, you deserve better. you deserve more. god, you better be listening to me, dipshit. this is the nicest i’ll ever be to you, even after you wake up. which better be soon, i’m losing my patience with you.” a watery laugh.

then the room goes eerily silent. steve is about a second away from walking in when he hears,

“holy shit, hargrove, are you crying?”

steve peaks inside as quietly as humanly possible, finds a panicking robin standing above a sleeping billy with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“you’re in there.” robin laughs. “holy shit, you’re really in there. stuck inside that head under all that fucking nice and unexpectedly soft hair that you really don’t deserve. jesus, fuck.” shes rubbing at her cheeks before gently wiping his wet ones.

“you just gotta wake up, now, man. chop chop.”

steve’s there when billy wakes up about a week later. robin was sitting with max on one side of the bed and steve beside billy on the other in his usual seat, holding billy’s hand not-so-subtly and watching jeopardy.

billy weakly squeezed steve’s hand, a barely there thing. wide brown found tired blue, softness in steve’s eyes.

robin and max stared at billy, eyes wide in shock.

“hey, asshole,” robin greeted with a smirk. she nodded towards his and steve’s interlinked hands.

“told you so.”

she cackles at the tired and weak yet fierce and deadly glare billy sends her way.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #max mayfield #robin and max brotp #billy’s in a coma and steve has a crush on him #in the midst of a bisexual crisis #my writing

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years ago

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Cheryl//this is me trying

Request: Can I request a season 1 cheryl x reader. Cheryl always protects reader from people and r is shy but falls in love with the redhead and some who’s accidentally tells her while she’s having a bad day but cheryl is quick to reassure her then they cuddle after going to pops or something and it’s just fluffy.

hey! happy valentines day gays! and get you, two imagines in one day, it must be the day of love. i hope you all like this because it’s really fluffy and i enjoyed writing this a lot!

Overnight, Riverdale became a shell of its former self. Two months since Kevin Keller and Moose Mason stumbled upon the body of Jason Blossom, and nobody has been the same since.

The town is riddled with secrets, they’re slowly destroying it like a disease. Nobody trusts anybody anymore, everyone is on high alert, and everyone is a suspect.

Cheryl usually loves being the centre of attention, she has done ever she was a kid. It’s something that comes naturally with being a twin, you share everything and as much as she loves loved the shared birthdays and friends, she has always loved being the centre of attention.

Now however, she hates it. Her life is a true crime documentary at the minute, and all she wants is for the killer to be caught so the crew can pack up and leave and she no longer has to stare down at the blinding lights being cast over her and her family.

The only thing that’s kept her sane over the past two months, is you. Despite everything happening, despite the murder and the secrets and the suspicion, you’ve stuck by her side. You were with her when they found the body, and you haven’t really left since.

The two of you are unlikely friends, she’s Cheryl. Bright and bold and never one to back down from confrontation. But you’re Y/n, sweet and shy and always the first to shrink away from any sort of attention directed at you.

She knows you hate the constant attention recently, it’s something you get used when you’re best friends with the victim’s sister, but not once have you complained.

You’ve being questioned by police, journalists and strangers on the internet. You’ve had camera’s shoved in your face on your walk back from school and been asked countless questions about what you know about the Blossom’s. And you’ve also been offered ridiculous amounts of money in order to talk. But no matter what happens, you always just rush past them and join Cheryl, who’s always waiting for you with a sad smile and warm hand.

Due to the constant hoard of vultures swarming Riverdale High, the two of you had to figure out somewhere else to meet after school so you could walk the long way home. It adds twenty minutes to your walk, but it’s not that well known around town, meaning people can’t bother you.

Plus, the extra twenty minutes that you get to spend with Cheryl isn’t the worst thing. It’s the opposite in fact. It’s the thing you look forward to, even if you are looking over your shoulder every so often

But today you’re not at your meeting spot.

When Cheryl pushes her way through the stares of her fellow students with you and only you on her mind and makes her way through the school basement, back up the stairs and out of the fire exit, you’re not waiting for her with a smile that makes her feel warm and a cold slice of pizza you snuck out of the cafe earlier.

The only thing waiting for her is a full bin and an empty field.

“Y/n?” She calls out and looks around the corner. She’s met with three seniors, all of which are smoking with absolutely no care for being caught.

“She’s not here.” One of them says, her blonde hair and large glasses cover half of her face and Cheryl forces a smile.

“Hey, Blossom.” A boy says and Cheryl freezes. Who knows what they want, but whatever it is, it probably won’t be nice. It’ll probably be something along the lines of ‘hey, did you kill your brother’ and no matter how many times she’s asked that, it doesn’t get any easier. “Maybe try the bleachers.” He says, ending his sentence with a sympathetic smile and Cheryl nods slowly, not really sure what to say.

“Thanks.” She forces and spins on her heel.

“We’re sorry about your brother, Cheryl.” The blonde one says and she turns around again. Each of them look sad, with matching frowns and sorrow swimming in their eyes.

Jason meant the world to Cheryl, but he also meant a hell of a lot to other people too. And that’s when it hits her. Of course you’re at the bleachers.

For some bizarre reason, only known by your father. You and your family used to come along every other week to watch the Bulldogs play. For a while you thought it was because your dad was trying to get you and your brother into football and this was a lot cheaper than the actual game, but the older you got the more you figured it was because he was just trying to relive his youth. For 90 minutes he could pretend that he was quarterback again and for those 90 minutes your dad would be the happiest he’d been all week.

Then one week, a redhead sat beside you. In clothes that were far too expensive to be worn to a high school football game. Her parents looked like they wanted to be there as much as she did, but then a boy with matching red hair ran out on to the pitch and you’d never seen a smile quite like it.

After that, you made sure to sit beside her at every game. And then one day she sat opposite you at lunch. The first few times she was alone, but then soon she began to appear with a group of other girls, but you were the only one she’d talk to.

Eventually lunch times and football games turned into group projects and sleepovers. You spend hours braiding her hair and listening to her tell you stories of other worlds and the creatures that live in them. You’d sneak down the dark and creepy halls of Thornhill in hopes of finding a midnight snack, and instead be met by Jason and your older brother in clown masks.

Eventually, you found a different way to get to the kitchen, one that Jason didn’t know about. And when he’d come looking for you, both of you would jump out and chase him around the house, much to the dismay of Penelope and Clifford.

Those bleachers are what started a whole friendship, not only between you and her, but also you and Jason. When you’re brother eventually made the team, thanks to a good word put in my Jason, despite him being a year younger. Him and Jason became as inseparable as you and Cheryl and so it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to see the four of you hanging out. It also meant that if Cheryl was busy, you and Jason would hang out until she finished whatever she was doing.

Grief is a hell of a lonely thing, and sometimes Cheryl forgets that other people miss Jason too. With everything going on, she didn’t even think about how you were doing. With all the questions, accusations and crying that constantly fills Cheryl’s house. She never even asked how you were.

And now her legs can’t carry her quick enough to were she hopes your sat. Because she’s already lost her brother, she can’t lose you too. She wobbles as her heels dig into the dirt, kicking up dust and mud as she runs across the field. Her hair swings behind her, and she can feel the red scrunchie loosen the quicker she runs.

The bleachers have all sorts carved into them. Initials in hearts, some of them still there, some of them crossed out so aggressively that it’s a miracle they didn’t chop it in half. There’s inside jokes and ridiculous rumours. Codes and dates and everything in between.

But something new has been added in the past few days.

cheryl murdered jason

and y/n helped

The writing is small and barely legible, but it’s there and the more you run your fingers over it the more it carves itself into your heart.

“Y/n?” Cheryl pants breathlessly and you quickly pull yourself away from it. Instead you stand up properly and pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands. The y/f/c scrunchie remains still in your hair and Cheryl has to stare at it for a few seconds to calm herself down. “You weren’t at our spot.” She says quietly and you close your eyes.

You let her down. You let her down. You always let her down.

“Sorry Cheryl.” You sigh and sit down in the dirt. Cheryl looks around before sitting beside you. “I just wanted some space.” You add and force yourself to look at her.

The sun sits behind her, but even that doesn’t seem as bright as it used to be. Nothing is what it used to be. For the past two months, you’ve been told that thats a good thing. But what’s good about someone you loved being dead. What’s good about watching someone else you love go through life but not really live.

Cheryl just exists.

But she exists for you.

Because as lost as she would be without you, she knows you would be just as lost without her.

It’s an unspoken rule now, you always text each other when you wake up and before you go to sleep. It’s something you used to do anyway, but now you make a point not to forget. Because forgetting means that the worst could have happened, and that’s something neither of you can bare to deal with.

“I get it.” She nods. “I was just worried that’s all.” She adds, trying to sound as casual as she can. But on the inside she’s screaming. Because she thought you had died, she thought whoever had killed Jason had gotten to you too, and the whole reason you’re both dead is because she wronged the wrong person.

There’s a lot of people that don’t like Cheryl, being unliked comes naturally to her. But she doesn’t know how she’ll cope if she’s so unlikeable someone she loves died.

She has no idea why your friends with her to be honest. She saw you staring at her at a football game once. But it wasn’t a stare she was used to. It wasn’t cold like her mothers or jealous like her friends. No, this was nice. You were staring at her like you wanted to know about her, like when you looked at her, you saw a friend not someone to be feared.

And so Cheryl clung onto the tiny hint of friendship, the crack of a door into something that could happen, and she shoved herself through it. It worked, and now you’re the only person she’s nice to. She’s mean to everyone else, she calls them names and teases them, especially when they’re rude to you...but you stay. And she has no idea why, but she’s not going to wish it away.

“Shit, sorry Cheryl.” You drop your head into your hands and Cheryl looks at you confused. She looks around, not really sure of what to do. “I didn’t think, God knows what you thought had happened.” You ramble and she realizes you’re crying. Her eyes widen and you look at her, your eyes red and puffed and your lips pulls into frown.

“It’s okay.” She replies and wraps her arms around you. You bury your head into her neck, the smell of maple and cherries invade your senses and you let out a shaky breath.

It smells like home and happier times, and you want to crawl into those happy memories and never come back out. “I was just being ridiculous.” She tries to play it off, to make it seem like she couldn’t feel her heartbeat in her throat and the ringing in her ears. Pretend like it didn’t feel like someone had pulled her heart out and stamped on it.

“No, no you weren’t. I’m really sorry.” You sob and wrap your arms around her. She falls into your neck, surprised but not upset with how tight you’re holding her. She never wants you to let go. But of course she has to, and so however reluctant, she untangles herself from you and lets out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle. She hands you a tissue and you wipe your eyes with it before scrunching it up in your hand. “I’ve just had a rubbish day. Somebody shoved this in my locker.” You frown and pull a balled up piece of paper out of your pocket.

Cheryl’s eyebrows knit in confusion as she takes it from you, her fingers graze yours and you freeze for a few seconds.

who do you think did it?

cheryl __

y/n __

Jamie __

“Why is your brother on here?” Cheryl asks, her voice rising with each word and you rest your hand on top of hers to calm her down.

“I dunno.” You shrug. “Your parents are on there too.” You add and point further down the page.

“What a bunch of dicks.” She grumbles and crumples it up. “Do you know who it was?” You shrug and she sighs.

“I’ve just gotten tired of the staring and the whispers. So I thought I’d just have five minutes peace before going home and having to listen to Jamie cry in his room but pretend he’s okay. Or for my parents to walk on eggshells around both of us. Neither of them know what to say, and because of that they keep saying the wrong thing.” You ramble and she listens intently, trying her best to find a resolution to all of your problems.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t know the answer to everything, no matter what her mom says.

“I just thought five minutes by myself can’t be terrible. But then I came down here and someone carve-well it doesn’t matter what they wrote. What matters is that I made you worry at the worst possible time in your life. I hurt you, and I’m really sorry. Believe me, hurting you is the last thing I want to do you. I feel sick even just thinking about it. I never, ever want to hurt you. I love you too much. I love you more that I’ve ever loved anything or anyone ever. I just love yo-” Your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve just admitted to.

You don’t want to look at her, but she hasn’t said anything in a while and that’s strange for her. So you force yourself to look at her, expecting the worst. Expecting disgust, disappointment, betrayal. But it’s none of those.

Instead she’s smiling. And she looks actually happy. Something you haven’t seen in so long, something you’re glad to see, despite the circumstances.

Oh yeah, you’ve just told her you’re in love with her. What do you say after that?

“I-er-”

“Y/n?” She cuts you off before you get the chance to ruin the moment. She’s known you for long enough to know that when you get nervous, you ramble and when you ramble you say weird things.

You’re grateful for her cutting you off, usually if she talks over you, it annoys the hell out of you. But this time it’s welcomed and she stifles a small laugh and the sigh of relief you let out.

But the next thing she says is something that you weren’t expecting, but you’re sure as hell grateful for.

“Would you like to go on a date?”

---

The red lights from outside, illuminate Cheryl’s pale face in the night, painting her in a reddish hue and you find yourself staring at her for far longer than would be considered normal.

Lucky for you, she hasn’t noticed. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything, not really anyway. Instead she stares down at her food, pushing a few fries around the plate and anxiety rises in your chest.

She’s already regretting doing this. She’s made a mistake and now she doesn’t know how to let you down gently.

She seems to sense you nerves because she’s looking at you quickly, a sad smile twitching at her lips.

“Sorry, I just. Jason always used to tease me about the two of us. It’s the only thing we’d take about sometimes. He’d constantly ask me if I’d asked you out yet. And every time I would say ‘no, we’re just friends’ but, well neither of us really believed that.” She says, a small laugh escapes her lips near the end, but she quickly shuts it off. It’s too soon for her to be laughing, too soon for her to be happy.

“Yeah.” You nod and finish your drink. “He used to tease me too. ‘if you don’t tell her, I’ll do it myself’.” You mimic his voice and a ghost of a smile twitches at her lips as she forces herself to look at you. “I am really glad you did ask me though.” Your voice shakes a little with nerves and Cheryl stares at you confused. “I do really like you Cheryl.”

“I really like you too.” She smiles softly and you stare at her lips. Sometimes you think the red lipstick has permanently stained her lips cherry red. Even when you guys are a sleepover, she still has bright red lips and the other part of you wonders if that’s just what they look like.

“Hey.” You start and a sly smile twitches at your lips as you remember an old memory. She leans forward, excited to know what you’re smiling about.

It could literally be anything, from a musty old book she let you borrow from the Thornhill archive, to a new tv show you started to watch. But whatever it is, she’s excited to hear you talk about it.

“Can you remember last year. It was Jamie’s 16th birthday and you and Jason were invited over. Jason was there because him and Jamie were planning on sneaking out later that night, and you tagged along so you could keep me company.” You start and she smiles at the memory.

The four of you sat in the living room, while your mom brought cake and your dad sang ‘happy birthday’. Cheryl remembers how happy she was, and she remembers talking to Jason afterwards, the two of them whispering and wondering if that was what a normal family was supposed to look like.

You, Cheryl and Jason had each pitched in for the record player he wanted. And even though you all knew that just Cheryl alone could have been able to buy him it if she really wanted, you knew they split it for you.

Jamie was ecstatic when he opened the box, and then all of the records you’d bought to go with it. He’d played it every single day since getting it, but now you haven’t heard it in months.

“Yeah.” She nods, a sad smiling taking over he face. “Can you remember when Jason pushed his face into the cake.” She adds making you snort a laugh.

The bell above Pop’s rings and Betty and Archie walk in. They send you a sympathetic smile before sitting at their own booth, and you and Cheryl share a look.

“Would you like another one?” You point at her milkshake and she nods, smiling shyly.

---

The walk home is over far too soon, and it’s only when you’re standing on your porch do you realize you took the normal way home by accident. Either the media has gone to sleep, or people are starting to forget about Jason and Riverdale.

That thought makes you frown and Cheryl watches your expression falter before you look back at her again.

“Thank you for walking me home.” You smile shyly and a nervous laugh escapes her lips.

“It’s no problem.” She shrugs and the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds longer than normal. She’s about to leave when you grab her hand and spin her around to face you.

She’s surprised for a second, until suddenly she feels a pair of lips on hers, and then the only thing she can feel is them. Everything else disappears, and though the kiss is short and a little awkward, it’s still perfect.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask and motion your head to large wooden door. The pain is chipped around the metal numbers, something your mom has nagged your dad about for the past 6 months. “We still have the rest of y/f/s to watch.”

“I’d love to.” She nods and the two of you grin at each other. “But seriously, how many times have you seen that now?”

“It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it.” You unlock the front door, giving it a quick kick before you stumble through it. “What matters is that this is the first time you’re seeing it.” You add and she rolls her eyes but follows you up the stairs anyway.

The sun sets over another day in Riverdale and darkness floods the town. The streets are cold and scary, but wrapped in your duvet and Cheryl’s arms, you’ve never felt warmer.

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom x y/n #cheryl blossom x you #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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organic-guacamole · 3 years ago

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episode 210 here we go

awww seb doing the intro

congratulations to milky white and her baby chocolate milk😌

seb is so funny

but seriously, clean up that milk fast or else it will smell so bad in there....

was that Lauryn just randomly doing cartwheels? idk any theatre kids irl but that seems like it's a common thing...

is it just me or has ms Jenn been getting more harsh to Ricky and Seb mainly-

like what did they do to her

no because I actually snorted with laughter at the "you came back" WHAT IS THAT VOICE-

AND THE MASK OMG

yeah so my throat hurts now

I'm dying over here

KOURTNEY'S FACE

SAME GIRL SAME

Ricky's fake death got the whole place in tears /s

he looks like an asthmatic walrus

Seb's on piano, I love

we all know if he was the beast we'd all actually be crying✋

ok but I listen to Julia's version of home on Spotify when I want to cry-

right so gimme a second

is Ricky scratching his face.....while he's dying?

"belle i-" *flop*

round of applause to Ashlyn for trying to make Ricky's earthworm seizure look less.... yknow

Kourtney's just dying there

WAIT IS THAT NATALIE

did she really just disappear for 9 episodes just to come back and stare dramatically into the camera

WAIT SCRATCH THAT SHES HERE TO MURDER ASHLYN AND RICKY

oh so Ricky's wearing a gay shirt now too

so that's the real reason why Rini broke up, see y'all next season when Gini and caswen become canon /j

wait that was a long intro scene-

what was that look Carlos-

TALK TO MY BOY OR ELSE

carlos' run is so funny to me

therapist Ashlyn to the rescue

"that is...super" son you good?

ms Jenn call Benjamin, he would willingly put his loved ones on a rocket and blast them into Venus for you....

maybe

"I don't want you kids to be disappointed" girl you do realise you're the one that's most invested in this?

"a smooth opening night" wasn't there just 1 show though-

like their opening night was closing night too

"I think I was Troy at one point" PLEASE THATS THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF THE SEASON 1 FINALE

me Jenn looks like a serial killer during that clap and I'm lowkey scared for zacky

"I have notes"

oo if you're taking suggestions, lemme get my list

"mother is freaking out" uhhhhhh

right....'mother"

"is everyone sitting down?"

*looks around awkwardly*

*big red slowly sits*

"no..."

please seb was the only one sitting-

does that mean Carlos looked at Seb as soon as he walked in and assumed that everyone else was sitting too or am I a seblos clown🤡

"is this about the transformation"

WOW MAYBE OT IS RICKY

WOW HES A DETECTIVE FOR FIGURING THAT OUT SO QUICK🤩

YO WHY IS NATALIE HERE-

she just shows up when it's convenient? is she gonna be at the sleepover too?

Seb's heavy swallow after Carlos shouts at him makes me so sad

"I never learned how to lie but I figure if I keep my mouth closed, I can't tell the truth" *nods and smiles at Nini when she asks*

why are they casually standing up all over the pizza shop, just sit at a big table and talk instead of blocking passageways and blocking off at least 6 tables-

"how about I invite myself" WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO INVITE THEMSELVES TO ASHLYN'S HOUSE-

YOU CAN ASK BUT JUST FORCE YOUR WAY IN?

so Cash Caswell has a bigger house than... Dennis Caswell.... who would've thought

ah yes there's the good old EJ 1.0

Nini: "boys vs girls"

Gina: *looks devastated and glances longingly at EJ*

way to be inconspicuous

"but north high should be" *cracks her knuckles in the most uncomfortable way*

good for Ashlyn for getting more confident though

oo bossy big red

"i get bossy around the power tools"

is that why Ashlyn was holding up the drill in episode 8 orrrr 🤠

Lily, leave him alone please

she's literally not blinking, is that what makes her creepy?

the diss at big red and his face afterwards is priceless

isn't that similar to what Gina's mom said to her in season 1? hmmmm

but seriously please don't try to redeem lily, let us have a character to hate, or to love because they're evil.

not everyone's a good guy.

"im not liked here and I don't know what to do"

let antoine finish his salad and it'll fix everything

"hug emoji" *gags*

y'all realize Lily's literally 14?

why is she calling a 16/17 year old from another school for personal advice-

"he gets weird around tools"

I shouldn't be laughing so hard

"deja vu maybe?" awkward silence

I'm dying here I love EJ so so so so much

"where's seb"

*cuts to seb being held hostage hoping that they'd notice he's missing and go look for him*

"don't ask"

"oh ok"

"100% real faux fur" as you should queen