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timaeusterrored · 1 year ago

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(L.A.R.P. PT 1)

((This is based off of me finally watching a comfort YouTuber play True Colors. In this, Kerry is a young single dad living in the small town of Haven Springs. Spoilers for the game if you haven’t seen it💕 also featuring everyone’s favorite college AU homies being silly to make Ted happy))

Vincent Welles had been living in Jackie’s apartment alone for well over a month after the incident. In that month, he has reconnected with old friends, and old lovers. And made some new friends along the way. Including the smallest member of their pack, Ted. He was a cute kid and a splitting image of Kerry, and had the same attitude too. But he and Vincent got along well, even bonded over a comic that Ted was making. Vincent was in deep with that, and talked Johnny’s ear off about it. The guy liked to pretend he wasn’t up to date on the latest issue.

But after the incident, Ted shut everyone out. Vincent knew it was coming, he was 10 and still learning emotions. And as much as Vincent adored Kerry, he knew having a single dad that also sucked with emotions couldn’t be easy either. But Kerry was really trying and it was adorable.

And one way he was trying to get his boy’s spirit back was town wide LARP. And Vincent was all for it.

“I swear to god if you don’t find that feather I’m gonna… steal your edibles.” Kerry grabbed his guitar from Vincent’s table and pointed at him.

Vincent gasped, hand over his heart. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” The kiss on the cheek after proved he wasn’t being serious.

Vincent was still getting ready when he got the dreaded text message with the first thing he saw saying ‘Bad News.’

Ker <3

Ted is not feeling this already, his mom is on her way to come get him

Vincent

What?! We haven’t even started! I’ll talk to him.

Ker <3

Good luck. He ain’t talking to anyone. Not even J.

Vincent

I’ve got this. You’ve been speaking my language since you said LARP

Ker <3

Fuckin nerds

Vincent

Dare I say… you’re more excited about this than we were.

Ker <3

Go fix my kid and shut up <3

Vincent

Love you too

Well that wasn’t reassuring. He knew this shit was hard, and he felt like he was the only one that understood where Ted was in his head right now.

So he grabbed his fake sword and made his way into town.

He found the boy sitting on the dock, a helmet and shield by his side. He didn’t even look at Vincent as he approached, but a blue aura surrounded him. Vincent sat next to him, holding his knees.

“I don’t need cheering up. I’m fine.”

Vincent frowned, looking down at him. “Look dude… I know shits tough right now… but Jackie wouldn’t want us to just mope around yeah? He’d want us to go have some fun.”

Ted held himself tighter, but looked up at Vincent.

“And… your dad made us a pretty epic adventure to go through… but I can’t do it alone. I’d be fried out there!” Vincent exclaimed, poking the boy. Ted smiled, sighing.

“Fine… but only if we do it together. I don’t wanna do it alone.”

“Oh we’re doing this together. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

And so the two set out on their quest. Fist stop, the Queen.

Color Vincent shocked when he saw Rogue of all people sitting on the park stage, fake crown and all. Even more shocked when she was speaking the language and seemed to really get into it. Her aura was a golden hue, and her thoughts were of Ted.

‘I’m glad Ted is smiling again. Thought we lost him for good this time.’

The two wandered around the park, discussing their quest. Find six scrolls, and three life gems. Goddamn Kerry was making them work for this, but it was a good distraction. And got everyone out of their slump.

“Found one!” Ted ran over and picked up a scroll, waiting for Vincent so he could open it.

Written in Kerry’s handwriting was a congratulations and a clue to their next location. And a warning to watch out for bandits.

The two wandered about, making their way back to the bar. Vincent had left and the place was clean, but now it was a full on murder scene. Vincent briefly wondered if this was too much for Ted, but he knew Kerry was in charge.

At first, they heard no one. Ted took the lead, walking up to the bar… when Mike popped up behind the counter. And if Vincent knew Mike, he knew the bartender was all into this.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Mike cried, leaned against the bar as if it was the only thing keeping him up. “My heroes!”

Ted looked up at Vincent, who tried to stop his laughter and keep serious for Ted. He nodded for Ted to take the lead, he was the main character in this story.

Mike told them the story of a gang of bandits running in and robbing the place, searching for his life gem. Why Mike had a life gem, Vincent didn’t know. This was Kerry’s first time planning this.

Vincent and Ted were walking down an alleyway when a ‘bandit’ jumped down, the bandit was clearly Judy with a bandana around her nose and mouth. Vincent was amazed he was keeping it together so well for Ted, but seeing his friends this way.

What he didn’t expect, when Ted had yelled to run, was to run head first into someone’s chest. He looked up and have to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

Standing there, full cosplay and all, eye makeup and bandana around his mouth, was Johnny Linder.

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barnbridges · 1 year ago

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Just here to say that I've been scrolling your blog and reading your tsh takes and analysis and they are so interesting and pleasing. In the fandom I feel like people usually like the same characters and mostly talk about them solely. So it's nice to see Marion analysis! And Bunny and his relationship with her

Also thank you for being brave and talking about submissive meow meow bunny because everyone is just here to say 'hes homophobic I guess he deserved it.' like NOoo you guys don't get it!

And do you want to talk about any of your drafts? Because I've been writing a dumbass Wattpad level of quality fic of Henry and bunny and it brings me so much joy lmao

first of all thank you so much for this ask <3 it really made me happy to read it ghjk

i'm just a humble little girlie, I write about whoever I think about at the moment. It just so happens I tend to talk about Mom and Dad because they are funny to think about, and not as intertextual or high-brow to imagine versus other relationships in this emotional rollercoaster of a book.

He deserves everything that happened to him, because he is breedable, weird and offputting, and personally? He should rot. But he's also my son and my father so... make of that what you will. He's a creature <3

GHJK please do write! One of my favorite things to do in this little rotten corner of the interwebs is look up ancient works and gawk. For my own silly reasons, I have decided to contribute by virtue of the little "girl who looks and feels like old dead people" drabble and what I'm working on is the prequel-sequel to it, mood spoiler, it's just rot rot rot roT.

Here's a fun excerpt under the cut, mood spoiler.

The Buddy Holly 8 track he got his brother rested boastful under the crapton of comics Ted somehow thought they’d read. He got it off Sean for a pack of cigarettes he picked from Lisa when she was there, all beige suits and trying to nod to everything Mom was saying. Back then they placed their bets, if she’d kill Teddy or get knocked up first, because no way he took her any other way. But she was nice and all, even in the summer kept her bob sharp and lips in a dainty smile. Funny thing was, she did both just fine it seems. ‘98. It was sad and all, like their Uncle down in Springfield, but they left the kid to find them. In bed and all, romantic almost. Lisa’s last pack of ciggies resting careful atop the dresser. But it was still Pall Malls. Who even smokes that trash? Neither he nor Bunny smoked much, but knew to appreciate a good ciggie when presented with it. Ted and Lisa were under the ground by their own making for years, but a part still yearns for the stench of every car they ever owned, the way even the kid John smelled of it. For all of his father, Jack Corcoran felt sticky, even a bundle boy carried half-conscious across the parking lot at the burger place, he bore some of that maternal ugliness. It comes with having a mother at all, he muses. He’s rather think about anything, than the dopey grin that was half puked up birthday cake that Bunny had for him that birthday. It still feels etched into his soul, that this was it, where it all went wrong.

#coughs thank you for checking in im gaying over here

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youbutstupid · 1 year ago

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Character analysis of Nathan Shelley (SPOILERS FOR TED LASSO)

Nate is such an interesting character and I wholeheartedly believe he is a good person, however a lot of fans are in disagreement, so let’s talk about who Nate is.

When we first see Nate, he is the kit man for the Richmond team and he is very passionate about what he does, but he’s also very underrated. He’s shocked that Ted remembers his name and he is constantly harassed by the other players, particularly Jamie, Isaac and Colin (we are their character developments later).

He is so willing to be a part of anything Ted gives him, including his excitement of being able to contribute a homemade shoebox made by him and his niece for suggestions. It’s clear that he’s amazing at what he does and he has a clear mind for football, his dad even said he has an ability to see what others see. It’s obvious he just wants to be a part of the sport in any way, whilst also pleasing the impossibly high standards his father set for him.

Ted and Beard were the first ones to ever notice how amazing Nate was and how the club stereotyped him as just a timid nerdy kid. They gave him opportunities to contribute to the sport whenever they could until he was eventually promoted to assistant coach, and at this point everyone at the club knew his name

However he still wasn’t happy, partly due to his father. No matter how much Nate tried to show his father how he had become successful and how he was making a difference in his field, it wasn’t enough, and that crushed Nate. He wanted to be the type of man who could get the best seat in a restaurant for his parents, the type of man who his dad would be proud to call his son.

Not only that, but he wanted credit. After years of not having his words heard and having his name unknown, he still doesn’t have that despite how much he has given to the team and how he was a lot of the brains behind Richmond’s later success. Roy later says ‘it’s part of the job’ but we all know it’s a completely different story for Roy, Ted and Beard than it is for Nate. Roy is an ex football legend, Ted is the manager of the club and Beard has always been front and centre with Ted, so Nate has never gotten the same assistant coach privileges as the others as his name is the only one people don’t know.

He tries to be cocky and assert dominance like Rebecca taught him; he tried to make himself big to get his name out there. But he misunderstood what that meant completely, and ended up hurting Ted and the entire team in the process before he blew up and left.

He then left for West Ham and it was clear Rupert wanted Nate for 4 reasons

1. He is genuinely good at what he does

2. He wants to hurt Rebecca

3. He sees Nate as impressionable and wanted to shape him into as awful a person as him

4. Nate was big in the press at the time and would bring publicity from the scandal of him leaving Richmond

And Nate goes to Rupert because he wants his name big and wants to hurt Ted.

For a while Rupert’s plan works, Nate is following him and is doing what Rupert to do. However, the moment Rupert faces Nate with a decision which is truly morally wrong (possibly cheating on Jade) he stops immediately. He leaves Rupert no matter the consequences. It was the first sign to the audience that the Nate we all knew from season 1 was still truly there.

Jade helped Nate overcome his issues and even his dad reconciled with him to the best of his ability. Nate was shown he was enough even without a big name and millions to spend. And that’s when we see him reconcile with his team, labelling himself as the assistant to Will, putting himself at an even lower rank than he was when he started Richmond in the first place.

Nate had to learn a lesson that no one else in that club could have dreamed of having to learn. And it’s from that we get the quote from Ted: ‘I hope that either none of us or all of us are judged by our actions in our weakest moment.’ Late season 2/early season 3 was Nate’s weakest moment: he didn’t know who he was or what he wanted or where he stood or who he trusted. He was going through a life lesson that no one could understand and it is for that reason that the club forgave him and Ted forgave him and pretty much everyone else forgave him.

Nate was a good person before his breakdown and he was a good one after his breakdown, the bit in the middle was all just fuzzy. Whilst no one was obligated to forgive him, as their anger to him was justified, they still did as they too had been taught by Ted that everyone, including themselves, has or will go through a moment where you lose your way, but you shouldn’t be penalised for finding your way back.

#Ted Lasso #Nate #Nathan Shelley #Coach Beard #Roy Kent

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shrinkthisviolet · 1 year ago

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Ted Lasso Finale Thoughts

(because liveblogging is exhausting)

spoilers under the cut:

Bringing back Jamie’s romantic feelings for Keeley feels like backsliding. I gave it a pass in s2 because it was just a one-time confession that went nowhere, but…I didn’t like it being continued. That should’ve been a dropped thread (or resolved with him and Keeley talking things out and him backing off because the relationship was never good for either of them)

The way the game played out was perfect. Richmond getting 2nd but not 1st was nice too—sometimes things don’t always go exactly how we want them, but even the small victories still count. Loved every minute of it…especially Rupert getting hoisted by his own petard! Pride goeth before the fall!

Nate’s overall arc has been great in most places and strange in three: his tenure at West Ham was underdeveloped (we don’t get to see him of him and his team, and we don’t know why he left), his relationship with Jade is…fine but I still wish they’d created a new character if they wanted him to have a girlfriend (yeah I still don’t like her that much, sorry), and the animosity between him and the team never got resolved from either side (why did they suddenly stop hating him? Why did he suddenly forgive them for the way they bullied him before? There was no discussion of any of it!)

I’m fine with Tedbecca not being endgame, and I didn’t really expect it (and tbh, the tease of Rebecca and Amsterdam Guy at the end is...fine, they’re cute, they just feel a bit random and tacked-on). I will say, though, that Rebecca staying with the team seemed a bit bizarre after how determined she was to leave...I’m sure she cared about them, but we never really got to see much of that, compared to them and Ted. If anything, it would make more sense for her to leave and him to stay (or for both of them to leave or stay)

I’m horrified by how Beard and Jane are continuously being pushed as this loving relationship. She hasn’t changed, she’s still toxic/abusive, but Beard stays for her, and she’s still painted as his loving girlfriend. It’s nauseating (tho this isn’t the only relationship I’ve had a problem with in Ted Lasso, just the most egregious one because of how long it’s been going on) AND THEY GET MARRIED?? THEY’RE THE ONLY SHIP TO GET A CANON ENDGAME?? I’m gonna scream wtf this is infuriating

“It’s not about me. It never was” AHHHH

YESSS ROY TAKING OVER TED’S POSITION I KNEW IT I LOVE IT AHHHH (also to those who said it was gonna be Nate…he hasn’t been back at AFC Richmond long enough)

…I don’t know how I feel about Jamie and his dad at the end there. I know he was able to move on for his own sake, but…why are they civil and on good terms now?? Is this weird to anyone else, because it’s definitely weird to me

Roy’s getting therapy! Good for him

The mended believe sign taped up! Love that

It’s sweet that Ted now gets to use his coaching tips on Henry, but…although I knew this ending was coming, it feels a little off. I’m not sure how to describe it. He kinda just...feels like he’s back in the same spot he was in s1, in a way

#ted lasso spoilers #idk man mixed feelings all around #it felt conclusive but not entirely satisfying yk

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meganwritesfanfics · 3 years ago

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Diamond Dogs to the Rescue (Ted Lasso x Reader) One Shot

Warning: Sexual Harassment

Spoilers for Season 2 of Ted Lasso

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After the ManCity loss the reader goes to comfort Ted, and instead runs into Jaimie's dad after he was thrown out by Beard.

Ted Lasso One Shots

Y/N had been seeing Ted for about 6 months. She was one of the first people he had met when he moved to England. She owned the coffee shop that was right near Ted’s apartment. She still remembered meeting him as if it were yesterday.

He had come into the shop with Beard, he looked completely out of place, and as he walked in he definitely got stares from everyone else in the shop.

“How can I help you?” Y/N had asked as the two men approached the counter.

“What kind of coffee do you have that I can’t taste the coffee,” Ted asked causing Y/N to giggle.

“I do also serve tea, if you don’t like coffee.”

“No,” He said quickly. “I mean no thank you, learned my mistake on that yesterday, blech.” He said blushing a bit.

“Well then I would recommend the peppermint latte, little bit of coffee, lot of mint flavor. My personal favorite.”

“I will take that, but I’m putting a lot of faith on your opinion there ma’am, better not let me down.” He smiled as he reached his hand out to shake hers. “Ted Lasso, pleasure to meet you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Y/N shook his hand smiling. “You are the new Richmond gaffer aren’t you.”

“Still getting used to hearing that instead of coach, but yes ma’am yes I am. And this here is my assistant gaffer Beard.”

Beard nodded “Ma’am.”

“How much do I owe you for the coffee?” Ted asked.

“Nothing, let’s just say this is your welcome to England gift.” Y/N smiled and Ted grinned from ear to ear.

“Thank you, very much, that is very nice of you.” He replied sincerely.

Beard ordered a strong black coffee and the orders were out in moments.

“It was lovely to meet you ma’am.” Ted said. “I would love to stay and chat but the pitch,” He turned to Beard smiling. “Is calling my name.”

“It was nice to meet you too, hopefully I will see you around soon. Oh and hey, don’t listen to whatever else says I think you are going to do great.”

Ted smiled at her again, before turning away to leave with Beard.

“Holy smokes!” He exclaimed, causing Y/N to jump. Quickly Ted came back to the counter pushing past the others in line “‘Scuse me, sorry, pardon me, will only take a second.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

“Welcome back Ted.”

“This is the greatest coffee I have ever had! It’s absolutely amazing.” Ted said. “I am going to be back every morning for this very coffee.”

And Ted was a man of his word, every morning he came in and ordered the peppermint latte. He and Y/N would chat, and the more they talked the more they enjoyed getting to know one another, so the coffees turned into a lunch, then a dinner, then Ted started saving her seats at the matches. It took him a while but after about 3 months of this he finally worked up the courage to ask her out properly on a date.

It was wonderful, but it was challenging at times, Ted was incredibly busy with the team, as he should be. But it wasn’t just time, Ted was also afraid to really open up to Y/N. She could tell there were things he was holding back.

That’s why after the terrible loss to Man City in the tournament, she had wanted to go down and see him, make sure he was doing ok. She had made her way through the crowds and was about to the outside door for the locker rooms when in the distance she could see Ted standing talking with someone on the phone.

“Ted!” She called out when suddenly there was a commotion from behind her as she watched Beard throwing some guy out followed by two of his friends.

“Yeah well you know what, I didn’t want to be around those losers anyway!” The man yelled and Y/N could tell even from a distance how drunk he was. Immediately Y/N knew that she needed to get to Ted as fast as she could. “Oh hey sexy, what are you doing out here all by yourself.” She heard a voice call out from behind.

“Ted,” She tried to say as calmly as possible but inside she was panicking.

“Don’t run away, we just want to talk to you.”

“Te…” She started to scream when suddenly a hand grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her backwards.

“Now what did I say, we said we just wanted to talk to you.” The man said as he pulled her close to him. “Hey wait, I know you.”

“Please let me go,” Y/N whimpered as she looked around her trying to figure out a way out of the situation, but the man’s friends had also surrounded her.

“You are that wanker’s girlfriend aren’t you, I’ve seen your picture in the paper.”

“I said let me go.” Y/N said more forcefully this time as she tried to pull her hand free but the man just gripped it even harder.

“I’m not done talking to you.” He snapped his words slurring as he spat in her face.

“Help!” Y/N screamed but the man immediately brought his hand up covering her mouth.

“Now that’s not very nice, we are just trying to talk to you, let’s go over here so we can talk more in private,” The man started to pull her towards the alley down the way and that was when Y/N started to really freak out. She began screaming even though you could barely hear it with her mouth covered. She also tried to pull herself free but by then the other two men grabbed her arms and were pulling her.

“I think the lady said to let her go.” A voice said and the three men froze. Y/N looked over to see Ted standing behind them, arms by his side, hands balled into fists. Standing beside him was Roy and Beard.

“Ted,” Y/N gasped as the man dropped his hand from her mouth but not from her wrist.

“We were just trying to talk to your friend here mate, that’s all.”

“She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you you fuck!” Roy growled and he looked as though he was about ready to pounce.

“I’m going to tell you one more time, let her go.” Ted said and it was the angriest Y/N had ever heard him.

“Or what wanker, what are you three going to do about it?” The man snarled and he twisted her arm behind her back causing her to wince in pain.

“Who said there were just three of us.” Beard said and suddenly Nate came up behind them followed by the entire Richmond football team.

It was quiet for a moment before the man finally let Y/N go as he put his hands up in the air. Y/N bolted as she ran to Ted, crashing into his chest as she held onto him tightly. His arms quickly wrapped around her as he continued to stare Jaime’s father down.

“We just wanted to talk, that is all.” Jaime’s father said as he and his friend quickly turned to go down the alley, stumbling as they went.

“Sweetheart are you ok.” Ted said as he grabbed her face in his hands looking her up and down.

“Yeah… I think I’m ok.” She said as she tried to keep herself composed.

“Do you want me to go kill him for you.” Roy said and Y/N smiled.

“Thank you Roy but I’m pretty sure you can coach football from prison.”

“I am so sorry about him I didn’t know he was…” Jaime said looking absolutely broken.

“Jaime it’s alright, Y/N is ok that’s all that matters.” Ted said as he leaned down kissing the top of her head. “Alright everyone, thank you for your help! Now back to the bus.”

“Actually Ted, could we walk home? I just…” Y/N started her voice cracking slightly.

“Yeah of course. Beard, do you…”

“Go, I’ll make sure everyone gets home. See you tomorrow for the video,” Beard replied.

“Yeah you got coffee.” Ted said grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“You got it coach.” Then Beard took off.

“Night coach!” Ted called as he and Y/N started to walk. He leaned over kissing the side of her head.

They walked in silence for a while, Ted was gripping her hand tighter than usual and she could tell he was scanning and sizing up every person who came near them.

“It’s ok Ted, I don’t think he’s going to come after us, I think you and the team freaked them out pretty good.” Y/N said as she leaned her head on her shoulder.

“How is your wrist?” He asked seriously.

“It’s ok, it hurts a little bit, I’ll probably have a bruise tomorrow.”

Ted lifted her hand up to his mouth kissing it gently.

“I’m so sorry.” He said as he stopped walking, looking at her, his eyes sad.

“Ted,” She sighed as she placed her hand on his cheek and he leaned into her touch. “It’s not your fault.”

“I should have reacted quicker, gone after them right away instead of going to get backup…” He started rambling, but Y/N quickly stood on her tiptoes kissing him.

“Ted, those guys were drunk and they were mean, and there were three of them. You needed backup. You wouldn’t have been able to help me if they had hurt you.” She said as she kissed him again. “You rescued me, that’s all that matters.”

He grunted still looking upset.

“That was a real nice Roy Kent impression you just did there.” She smiled and she watched as he smiled.

“Are you sure you're ok?” He asked again.

“I’m a little shaken up but that’s all. Nothing a good walk with you won’t fix.” Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder again and he let go of her hand to place his arm around her shoulder as they walked. “Who were you talking to on the phone?”

“What do you mean?”

“Early, I was coming to see how you were doing after the game and you were on the phone with someone, it looked like it was pretty serious.”

“Oh, I was talking to the Doc.” Ted replied as he took his arm off of her.

“Is everything ok?” Y/N knew that Ted wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of Doctor Sharon’s but he had been visiting her more often, not that he would tell Y/N why.

“Yeah, yeah, there was just something I needed to talk to her about after the match.”

“You needed to talk to a therapist after a football match?”

“Well not about the match it was about…” He hesitated. “It doesn’t really matter, are you sure you are doing ok, that was pretty scary what happened?”

“Ted, you are avoiding the conversation.”

“It’s not that I’m avoiding it’s just…” He stopped again. There was a bench near them and he sat down looking at his hands that were now shaking.

“Ted?” Y/N asked concerned as she sat next to him her eyes wide.

“I’m sorry I just…” His breathing was becoming ragged and his vision was blurring.

“Hey, Ted, look at me ok, focus on me.” Y/N quickly said as she grabbed his hands. He looked at her tears in his eyes. “Deep breaths, ok, in and out.” He nodded as he did what she said. It took him a minute but he finally calmed down wiping his eyes.

“I’m sorry about that I don’t…”

“Is this why you have been seeing Doctor Fieldstone?” Y/N asked as she grabbed his hand again.

“Uh, yeah, it’s happened a couple times, and after I left the game I went to go see her.”

“The Tottenham game when you said you had food poisoning?”

“Yeah, I just started feeling like… well its kinda hard to explain what I was feeling, but Doc says it was a panic attack. And tonight Jaime’s dad, who you unfortunately had the pleasure of meeting, he came in and started going at Jaime and it made me think of my dad. And I started to feel like I was going to have another panic attack.”

“Why did Jaime’s dad remind you of your dad?”

“He didn’t I mean, my dad was nothing like that but… I was so angry at Jaime’s dad for what he was doing to Jaime and then it made me start to think about how angry I am at my dad for…”

“You don’t have to tell me if it upsets you Ted. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, if you ever do want to talk about it.” Y/N said reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek.

Ted quickly leaned over kissing her his arms wrapping around her waist.

“I like you, Y/N, a lot. And I want to open up to you, it’s just there are some things that I don’t exactly know how to talk about you know.” He said. “But the Doc is trying to help me with that I guess.”

“I like you alot to Ted. And I’m glad she is helping you. You are so good at helping others I’m worried that sometimes you forget that you may need some help as well. And there are so many people who love and care about you who will help you.” Y/N said and Ted kissing her again.

“I think I might more than just like you Y/N.” He said hesitating to say what he actually wanted to say. She knew that his divorce had really affected the way he looked at love and she knew he was afraid of making the same mistakes.

“I love you too Ted.” Y/N replied and she watched as a giant smile spread across his face.

He quickly stood up pulling her with him as he kissed her lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

“I am making you a special batch of biscuits tomorrow.”

Y/N laughed as she laced her fingers with his once more and they made their way towards her flat.

After about an hour and a half of walking the finally were in her neighborhood. It wasn’t more than a five minute walk to Ted’s place from her flat.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Ted said as they reached her door. He leaned up and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as he turned to leave.

Even though they had been seeing each other for sixth months they hadn’t spent the night together. Every time they had a date, Ted would walk her back to her flat before heading back to his place.

“Ted,” Y/N said and he turned around. “I really don’t want to be alone tonight, would you mind staying the night.” She reached out holding her hand out to him

“Of course.” He smiled as he took her hand and they walked inside.

“I love you.” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss her again.

#ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #imagine #fanfiction

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — One: Direction

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person's relationship with his son. You've heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You've felt his pain and anguish and you've never been able to relate to anything more. But things don't come easy for you, and they certainly don't come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

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"I wish to travel to the world of man," you announced with a deep breath and a confident smile. Hippolyta looked at you and laughed. Her Amazonian guards copied the actions of their queen and burst into a fit of giggles that made you feel like a silly small child.

"And where has this outburst come from?" Hippolyta asked with a quirked eyebrow as she folded her arms across her chest. The laughing slowly quietened down as she waited for a response.

"I've been having these dreams," you began to explain hesitantly. Hippolyta leaned forward in her throne and looked at you quizzically, making a small gesture with her hand that urged you to continue. "I've been seeing death and destruction, I've been watching the world of man crumble…"

"You want to travel to a collapsing society? Don't be foolish, that doesn't sound safe. Why leave the beautiful walls of Themyscira to travel to the world of man?" You had heard stories about the world of man and how it was filled with greed and corruption. Themyscira was peaceful. It wasn't that you wanted to leave, it was that you knew deep in your heart that your time had come.

Hippolyta was right. You looked around the palace that you had stepped foot in, the marble floor under your toes and the gold intricate details that patterned across the walls. "You let Diana." you mumbled under your breath, turning away from the queen and beginning to walk towards the double doors that you had entered through, ready to leave the palace.

"What was that?" Hippolyta asked, rising to her feet. You opened your mouth to answer but an excruciating pain shot through your head— and that's when you heard him. You heard his voice again. His pain. It wasn't just in your dreams anymore… you could feel him like he was there, with you, like he was part of you. You screamed and fell to your knees as tears spilled from your eyes, your fingers clenching into a fist so hard your knuckles turned white. The pain was so intense and you heard his words over and over again. Hippolyta ran over to you, sinking down to your level and cradling your weeping body in her arms. She called your name. "What is it?"

"He's calling for me," you choked back a sob. "The world of man is in grave danger."

"From who?" Hippolyta questioned, wiping your tears away as you tried to regulate your own erratic breathing.

"I don't know, but I must help." you gasped. "I must help him. Please allow me to go." you grabbed Hippolyta's arms and looked at her with pleading eyes. "You allowed Diana."

"Diana was a fighter, our best one," Hippolyta said slowly, shaking her head at the memory of her daughter. "You are not a fighter." She said the four words matter of factory but her denial made your anger rifle through your body.

"Maybe I can win this without fighting," you sobbed. "Yes, I have no training. I do not use a sword or a shield, but my mother taught me that battles can be won if we just use our heart. If we love." you felt like you were begging as you recalled Hestia's words to you. Your Themysciran tribe were of a peaceful nature, and although small, your leader, Aphrodite, preached about the power of love.

"Olympus and Eurydice loved and what happened to them?" Hippolyta scolded, her question rhetorical. You recalled the story in the back of your mind and winced, knowing their fate. "We are Amazonians. If the world of men needs saving, then Diana will save them. Go home my child, I forbid you from leaving Themyscira."

Your heart broke. You couldn't believe that Hippolyta was confining you to the walls of Themyscira. She didn't understand. She couldn't understand. It was only once in a turn of centuries did an Amazonian connect with someone from the outside world— and now, you had. You had made that connection, but Hippolyta forbade you from acting upon it. You composed yourself as you stormed out of the palace and hurried down the stone steps. Tightening the buckles on your gladiator sandals, you wiped your furious tears away and took a deep breath as the anger consumed you.

It wasn't fair. You had spent your childhood studying the world of man, learning about them and their ways. Nobody had cared more about helping others than you. Your desire to care for those around you came from your very own purpose. When Zeus sculpted you in his own image, he made you goddess of home and hearth. He gave you your abilities for a reason. Amazonian's outside your tribe shamed you for your kind and compassionate heart— telling you it was a weakness more than a strength. They belittled you and made you feel unworthy. As you remembered your childhood trauma, you pulled out your hair from your tiara. You lived on Themyscira your whole life but it never truly felt like home. You always craved for something more.

You ran home. You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, letting your tears fall and your screams of anguish echo through the Themsycrian forests. It wasn't fair. What did Hippolyta expect you to do? Deal with this for the rest of your life. How could you not help the man who's pain was destroying his very soul? The Gods had connected you and him for a reason. You had to go. You had to.

As soon as you arrived home you broke down. Your mother heard your cries and found you in the garden, picking at the native Themysciran flowers as your salty tears dropped on the lilac coloured petals. "Hippolyta denied your request?" Hestia asked, sitting on the wall next to you. You nodded sadly. "Sweet child, tell me more about these dreams. About this...man."

You didn't see the point now that you knew you wouldn't be able to leave Themyscira. But Hestia was your mother and you loved her dearly, and so you took a shaky exhale and done your very best to explain. "It feels like I've known him forever, like he's always been a part of me," you admitted. "But— I don't even know his name." you shrugged helplessly and cracked a small smile, listening to how pathetic you must've sounded. Maybe Hippolyta had a point. "I don't even know how he looks. Even if I did venture to the world of man, how could I possibly find him?"

Hestia sighed, unclipping her lasso from her tunic and wrapping it carefully around your wrist. You looked up at your mother, your eyes comically wide as the lasso glowed yellow. "Close your eyes, my child," Hestia whispered. "See him. See the truth."

You closed your eyes and let your soul space away as the lasso transported your mind to elsewhere. To him— the man of your dreams.

"Alistair?" Maxwell cleared his throat, his son's head snapping in the direction of his father. "That was your mother. She wants you home." Maxwell pointed aimlessly back at the telephone.

"But daddy, you promised the whole weekend together!" Alistair's eyes began to well up with tears. Maxwell ran to his son's side, his heart aching at the sight of disappointment and he pulled Alistair into his chest.

"I know, and I will keep my word," he hushed Alistair, smoothing out his hair. "Don't worry." Alistair nuzzled his face into Maxwell's dress shirt, sniffing in fear of losing his father again. There was a few beats of silence as Maxwell's brain ticked like clockwork, trying to work out what his ex wife's intentions were. "Does your mother… does she ever talk about me?" Maxwell asked hesitantly, unsure if he was about to regret the question.

"I hear her, sometimes. I hear her talk about you to Ted," Alistair admitted, referencing his mother's new boyfriend. Maxwell hummed, still stroking his son's hair. He wondered whether or not he should ask Alistair what exactly she said, but decided against it, not wanting to hurt his son anymore than he already had. He knew that Juliana had nothing good to say about Maxwell.

"Ted? I thought he liked to be called Theodore," Maxwell chuckled, rolling his eyes and Alistair giggled back. Max and Alistair would often joke about how pretentious Ted could be.

"Well now he wants me to call him dad," Alistair sighed, too young to understand the implications of that revelation. Maxwell's heart broke. Of course Juliana wanted her son to call her new boyfriend 'dad'. She got Alistair on the weekdays and Maxwell got him on the weekends, it was more than likely he saw Ted more than he saw Max, and Max knew for certain that Juliana's hatred was fueled further with his every breath. The prolonged silence urged Alistair to speak up. "But I told mom I won't."

"You did?" Maxwell smiled sadly. "Why?"

"Because you're my dad!" Alistair grinned. "And you'll always be my dad, no matter what."

Maxwell couldn't bring himself to reply. His stomach twisted into knots as he thought about Julianna's words over the phone. "You do not deserve him. I don't want you anywhere near my son ever again."

He knew the level of determination his ex wife possessed and if this meant she wanted sole custody of Alistair then Maxwell knew there would be very little that would stop her. He had messed up bad this time. Alistair felt tiny in Max's arms, but Max knew his son's heart was huge and filled with unconditional love. But the worry and guilt consumed him. How could Max possibly fight and win this case— after everything that had happened? He didn't even have the money for good lawyers. Maxwell whispered an incoherent 'I love you' into the crook of Alistair's neck, his shutting as a tear slipped down his cheek.

Your own eyes snapped open, your chest heaving and panting as the lasso of truth unravelled itself from your wrist. "What did you see?" Hestia asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Did you see the man of your dreams?"

You tried to process everything. "I didn't see him," you whispered feeling defeated. "But I heard his voice. And I learned his name. He's a father and he's afraid of losing his son," you explained, taking in everything you had learned. "And his son is afraid of losing his father."

"When you awoke last night, what did you hear?" Hestia asked.

"He was crying. He said he renounced his wish. I've been struggling to understand what exactly that means but…" you closed your eyes, remembering the dream like it was a perfect painting illustrating the patterns of your memory.

Hestia smiled wearily. "I always prayed to the Gods that you would not be chosen. My dear child, I love you so much, but it's clear that this man needs your help. You're the goddess of home and hearth, and Zeus blessed you with the ability to bring families together and that is your purpose. To live a life without serving your purpose— who would you be?"

"It doesn't matter," you sighed sadly, rubbing your eyes. "Hippolyta won't allow me to leave." you reminded your mother.

"I can help you leave Themyscira," Hestia cupped the side of your face with your hand, her thumb brushing over the height of your cheekbone. "But if you are to help this man there is something you must know."

"What is it?" you asked your mother, your eyes beckoning for answers.

"There were once two brothers; Romulus and Dolos. Their entities combined were a force of pure evil, but the brothers left Olympus to go to the world of man. When they left, Zeus gave them two magical citrine stones, and the brothers practiced their powers on the stones. Dolos went to a place called Greece, where Romulus travelled to Italy and built the city of Rome. Not much is known about the stones, but now, only one remains. We don't know which one or where it is, but it's dangerous."

"Why are you telling me this?" you furrowed your eyebrows together in bewilderment.

"The stones are indestructible, unless the power of the stone is harnessed by a person themselves. Then, the entity of the stone vanishes but the power lives in the person. The power of wish granting. If he has renounced his wish, that means…"

"...he's had a wish granted," you clicked on to what your mother was saying. "How do I find out which stone has been destroyed?"

"You need to find the man of your dreams and ask him who granted his wish," Hestia explained. "You must destroy the final dreamstone."

"But why?" You quizzed, your shoulders falling limp as you took in this abundance of information.

"Because Romulus and Dolos are the God of Lies." Hestia whispered, her hands falling from your shoulders as she clipped the lasso back to her tunic.

Your heart sank into your chest as the revelation hit you. "The God of Lies?" you repeated.

"If you go to the world of man then your purpose must be more than just helping this man and his son," Hestia told you. "You must find the final dreamstone and destroy it."

"How can I destroy the God of Lies?" you shook your head furiously. "No, nuh-uh, not happening. I can't even fight. I don't have any weapons— never trained. I can't do it. I can't." you scowled, standing up and brushing down your Amazonian dress, turning away from your mother. You felt her hand grab your shoulder.

"Remember what I taught you, my child. Battles can be won through the power of love," Hestia smiled. "If I didn't think you were worthy, then I wouldn't be allowing my only daughter to travel to the world of man. But I am because I believe in you. And I believe in love."

***

Maxwell couldn't focus on the video game anymore, shuffling around uncomfortably at the mere thought that Juliana and Ted could be on their way to collect Alistair for themselves. "Hey, how about we get some fresh air?" Maxwell asked, nudging Alistair playfully. "I think there are still some 4th of July celebrations happening in the park."

Alistair grinned ecstatically. "Really daddy? We haven't been to the park since… since… you were still with mommy!"

Maxwell scrunched up his nose and brushed off his sons comment. "Go grab your coat, okay?" he urged and Alistair bolted out the living room and into his bedroom.

Maxwell caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. No amount of biotin was going to rid the dark circles from under his eyes. At least he had his health restored, but he hadn't thought of the implications of utilizing the government's multinational broadcasting service.

Every single citizen of the world had seen Maxwell. Knew him by name, by face. Maxwell had no idea how people were going to react upon seeing him again. He contemplated a disguise, but figured the best he could do was roll up his shirt sleeves to his elbows and brush out any hair product from his dark blonde locks. At least he wasn't wearing his signature tailored suit and ties. On the surface, he could just be mistaken for an ordinary guy. Maxwell Lord had never wanted to blend into society this much in his life.

The memory of how power corrupt he had become before Diana had saved him struck his heart like a dagger of guilt. But he couldn't regret. He had to think forward and think to the future if he wanted to change his errors.

Maxwell jumped when Alistair took hold of his father's hand and pulled him to the door. "Hey, let me help you zip your coat up." Maxwell smiled, kneeling down and making sure Alistair would be warm enough.

By the time they arrived at the park, it was as if nothing had happened. It was like the world had returned back to the way it was before all the death and destruction. Children squealed merrily as they played on the swing sets, families sat on the grassy fields eating picnics and vendors were serving hot dogs, burgers and cotton candy.

"Why don't you go play with the kids over there?" Maxwell pointed towards a group of children standing by the slide. "Daddy just needs a moment to himself, but then I'll come play. I promise." Max kissed Alistair on the forehead and Alistair nodded understandingly before racing off into the playpark.

Maxwell scratched the back of his head and took in the cool Summer air as evening began to dawn. He looked around at the happy families and figured it was something he could get used to. He imagined living a peaceful life outside of the spotlight. No fame, no money, just him and Alistair. But things didn't come easy for Maxwell Lord.

You woke up in a muddy puddle under a tree, groaning as the brown dirt stuck to your arms and legs. You looked down at your dress and tunic, thankful that the leather material could be washed easily. You smelt something unfamiliar yet distinct, your nostrils twitching as the scent of burgers and hotdogs from the vending vans engulfed you.

The screams of children alerted you and you looked over at the playpark, watching intently as the kids laughed and danced around. There wasn't many children back on Themyscira, but being the goddess of home and hearth; it filled your heart with joy and happiness.

You slowly walked over to the playpark, looking around at your awe inspiring surroundings. So this was the world of man? You beamed upon seeing the swans in the duck pond and the beautiful flowers that grew around the stone path you walked upon.

It was mesmerising, but your delight was cut short when you heard a thud followed by a child's cry. You looked over to see that, not too far away, a group of children had pushed a young boy to the ground. The boy fumbled to get to his feet but the children circled around him, pointing and calling him names. You walked over to the crowd of children and placed your hands on your hips. "Excuse me?" you called out and watched as the kids stiffened up and their circle disbanded. They ran away, shooting you a strange look before you could even say anything else. You extended your arm and helped the little boy to his feet. "Are you okay?" you asked, kneeling down to mirror his short height. The boy nodded sadly, his dark eyes glazed with tears. "What's your name?"

"Alistair." the boy mumbled, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

"That's a beautiful name," you gleamed before introducing yourself. Alistair smiled at the compliment.

"I like your costume," he pointed excitedly. "Are you a princess?" he pointed at your tiara which held back your hair.

"Something like that," you shrugged with a small laugh. "Are you here alone?"

"No, I came with my daddy." Alistair informed you, looking around as he tried to locate his father. Your gaze followed his and you watched the young child begin to panic as he couldn't find him anywhere.

"You can't see him?" you asked with an empathetic frown. Alistair burst into tears, holding his head in his hands. "Hey don't cry!" You pulled the child into you and hugged him tightly. "He won't be far. Come on, let me help you look for him."

"He-, he always leaves," Alistair sobbed and your eyes widened slightly. "But this time- this time he promised. No more leaving."

"You must believe in your father, okay?" you whispered, pulling Alistair's hands away from his face and wiping his tears. "Tell me, what does he look like?"

Alistair sniffed and grabbed onto your hand for support. "Strong," Alistair smiled. "Really really cool. Best dad in the world." you chuckled at Alistar's words, and how he had described his father's personality rather than his physical appearance.

"Do you remember what he was wearing?" you quizzed as you and Alistair exited the playpark and back down the stone path.

"Umm, a white shirt and grey pants," Alistair recalled. "He's on the television sometimes."

You furrowed your eyebrows together. "Television?" you asked curiously and Alistair nodded before gasping.

"Look! There he is!" Alistair screamed, pointing across the road into a store window, at a man with golden coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you took in his appearance. The man shook his fists and nodded his head, grinning enthusiastically.

"That man on the screen over there?" you tilted your head as Allistair squeezed your hand and dragged you out of the park, across the road, and over to the shop.

"Yep, that's daddy!"

"Welcome to the future, life is good, but it can be better. And why shouldn't it be? Everything you've ever dreamed of is right at our fingertips. But are you reaping the awards? Do you have it all? Welcome to Black Gold Cooperative, the first oil company run for the people, by the people. Think about finally having everything you've always wished for. For a low monthly fee, you can own a piece of the most lucrative industry in the world. And everytime we strike gold, you strike gold! No matter who you are, no matter what you do, you deserve to have it all. Do you have everything you've always wanted? Aren't you tired of wishing you had more? Join me today. You don't need a pile of money or some business degree to get started. You don't even have to work hard for it. At Black Gold Cooperative all you need is to want it."

You were so hypnotized by the man's business scheme, you didn't even notice Alistair disappear. Your eyes widened as you looked around, desperately trying to find him. You called his name a few times, hoping he wasn't far.

Maxwell tugged on Alistair's arm and dragged him around a corner. "What are you doing?" Max hissed and Alistair looked away from his father nervously. "You don't talk to strangers, do you understand me?"

"I couldn't find you in the park, she was helping me look for you." Alistair explained, his voice timid.

"So why were you out of the park, huh? Standing outside a television store watching one of my-" Maxwell sighed. "-one of my infomercials?"

"I wanted to show her what you looked like," Alistair frowned. "I'm sorry daddy."

Maxwell leaned down and kissed his son's forehead. "It's okay, just please don't do that again, alright? This world is full of bad, dangerous people. You need to be careful." Maxwell said and Alistair nodded his head. Max slid his hand into Alistair's and walked him back into the park. "So, who was that woman anyway?" Maxwell asked, quirking his eyebrow.

Maxwell had barely managed to get a glimpse of you, but if your short warrior tunic was anything to go off, he figured you were someone hired to be in costume for one of the 4th of July celebrations. He didn't see your face, only the back of your head, but in the split second he saw you, he admired the way your hair gleamed under the amber setting sunlight and the shape of your body, how your dress sculpted it perfectly. He shook away the thoughts, reaching into his pocket and taking out his wallet as he approached an ice cream vendor.

"She was nice," Alistair smiled as he looked at the ice cream menu painting on the side of the van. "She told me she was a princess and she helped me." Alistair recalled the way his bullies ran away when you had come over.

"Helped you how?" Maxwell quizzed, pulling out a few dollar bills.

Alistair stiffened up, not wanting to tell his father about the bullies. He was afraid Max would be ashamed of him for not sticking up for himself. "Can I get a raspberry sundae?" Alistair asked his dad, brushing off his initial question. Maxwell nodded his head and slid the cash over to the vendor who began to prepare the ice cream.

"Hey, I'm looking for my friend Alistair?" you were asking plenty of people wandering the streets of DC the same question. "Do you know where Alistair is?"

Some people would reply with, "Alistair who?", but most people would look you up and down with disdain and hurry away. You wondered why nobody else was dressed like you, and why nobody knew who Alistair was. Back on Themyscira, everyone had their own individual, unique name and everyone knew who everyone was. You frowned. It clearly wasn't like that in the world of man. You needed a different tactic. You thought back to Alistair's description of his father and tried to remember the words he spoke on the television. "Welcome to Black Gold Cooperative."

"Do you know where Black Gold Cooperative is?" you asked an aging lady who was walking along the sidewalk.

She, like everyone else, looked you up and down in bewilderment. "The headquarters?" she asked. "East Avenue, about a ten minute walk away."

"Which direction?" you prodded further.

The woman blinked. "East." she repeated.

"Thank you." you smiled, curtseying politely before setting off to find this mysterious place that the man on the television spoke so highly of. If he was really Alistair's father, then maybe you could find Alistair there and ensure his safety. That's what really mattered.

You found it difficult to walk in your gladiator sandals, and the quality of the air made leather tunic chafe against your thighs. Nevertheless, you preserved, ignoring all the sky comments that were being made by passers by regarding your appearance.

Finally, you found yourself standing outside Black Gold Cooperative headquarters; the large building looming over you as a cold shadow hung above your head. Attempting to go through the revolving doors proved to be a challenge in itself, as there was no such creation back on Themyscira. After a few attempts of trying to push through you finally found yourself in the deserted lobby. "Welcome to the future," your head snapped up to the television on the wall, where the same infomercial you had seen in the store window was playing in the reception area. "Life is good, but it can be better."

You slid behind the main desk and placed your hand on the television screen, allowing your fingers to trace the man's face. It was that same charming smile and honeyed brown eyes you remembered. His hair was golden and styled perfectly, curling at the nape of his neck, like a fairytale prince you had read about in the storybooks of your youth. He was fitted in colourful patterned suits which accentuated his broad shoulders and every word glided off his tongue so sweetly. That's when it hit you— his voice. That was the feature that had attracted you to him. It was what brought you to him. It was the voice you had dreamt of, the voice you had heard over and over again. The voice that had brought you to the world of men. It was fate that had brought you to Alistair, something that could've only been written by the Gods. That man was the first man you had ever seen, and my oh my, he was something else.

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donteatthefishtacos · 3 years ago

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The Birth of LumberAxe

Have this thing I wrote in about 20 minutes because the idea of this scene got completely stuck in my head. Contains some spoilers for Abstinence Camp, so I'm putting in a break here.

Abstinence Camp

June 30, 2004

The summer nights spent around the campfire were starting to get to Ted Spankoffski. He knew he was by no means a popular guy, but being surrounded by this many people who were so happy about not getting laid was starting to get to his head.

He turned to his friend from school, throwing a hand up to gesture at all the groups of campers talking and making room for Jesus, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take Paul.”

Paul seemed to startle at being addressed so suddenly and tore his eyes away from a pair of girls from Hatchetfield High. “I mean… this camp is kinda lame… but it’s not like we’d be out somewhere getting laid if we weren’t here.”

Ted scoffed at Paul’s response. “Geez man you didn’t have to say it! Besides, my parents are such hypocrites for sending me to this camp. I'm going to college in two months! And they have five kids! Five. Maybe they should come to Abstinence Camp.”

Paul laughed at that and shrugged in response before he leaned back against the log behind where he and Ted were sitting. “I’m just saying.”

Ted leaned in conspiratorially. “Anyway. We may not have anyone that wants to sleep with either of us, but I snuck in some reading material for a little… self love. I can loan you one if you want.”

Before Paul could respond to Ted’s offer they were startled by the sudden appearance of Boy Jerry, one of the Junior counselors, looming above them.

“What the… fudge do you think you’re pulling Spankoffski? You can’t be looking at that stuff or offering it to other campers. This is ABSTINENCE CAMP,” he scolded. His eyes wide and wild in a way that unnerved Ted.

Determined not to let Jerry throw him off, Ted pushed himself to his feet, adjusting his Virginity Rocks tee shirt as he did. “How is a whack off not abstinence? There’s literally no one else involved.”

Jerry shook his head vehemently. “No. Touching yourself leads to touching a girl. And then to Girl Jer… I mean a girl touching you. And if a girl touches you, you’ll want to have sex. And if you have sex, she’ll get pregnant the first time you do it. And then you’ll have to hide a…”

Jerry trailed off at the look of bewilderment on the other boys’ faces. “Anyway. If you have sex, someone will get pregnant. And then you’ll… die.”

Paul burst into an awkward laugh from where he was still leaning against the log. “I guess you’ve seen Mean Girls then?”

Jerry turned his attention to Paul with a glare. “What’s Mean Girls? All the girls I know are nice and would never be mean. Some of them are very nice. With beautiful long red hair and a talent for singing and dancing. And a determination to always be abstinent.”

For the second time, Jerry paused at the growing looks of horror on the other boys’ faces. “If you touch yourself… you’ll make… him angry.”

Ted scoffed, “Who, God?”

Jerry took a step closer to Ted and spoke in an exaggerated whisper. “No. L… Lumber J… Axe! LumberAxe the Mad Woodsman.”

Paul and Ted exchanged glances as Paul also stood to his feet. “I’ve never heard of any LumberAxe,” Paul started tentatively.

Jerry turned on Paul then. “Well he’s very real. And he can hear everything. Even touching. From wherever. And he’ll come for you. Just you wait.” Then he turned on his heel toward a gathering of girls, muttering about telling Girl Jeri about LumberAxe. Who was definitely real.

Later that night in his dark cabin, Ted pulled a flashlight out from under his mattress and shone it on the pages of the dirty magazine he stole from his dad’s office. He was determined to ignore the words of Jerry, who was so prudish he didn’t want to let anyone have fun. However, as he made to lower his boxer shorts Ted could have swore he heard stomping outside his cabin and his fear got the better of him.

Slipping from his bed, he made the way to a loose board in the wall of the cabin. Shoving the magazine inside, he listened for the sound again… nothing. Tentatively tiptoeing back to his bed he muttered to himself, “Better safe than sorry.” In a voice much more shaky and broken than he would ever admit.”

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clumsycapitolunicorn · 3 years ago

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TED AND REBECCA THOUGHTS FIRST FOR 2X11 (SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS)

HOLYSHIT IS IT GREAT SEEING BISCUITS WITH THE BOSS AGAIN!!!! JUST ALL THE CUTE STUFF I'VE MISSED. HYPER SILLY TED AND REBECCA WHO HAS TO GET HIM BACK ON TRACK BUT LOVES HIS CHAOS.

TED TALKING GOOD ABOUT REBECCA WHEN THAT RICH GUY CAME TO TALK ABOUT WANTING SAM (I will get to that on here in a minute) LIKE HE JUST HYPES REBECCA UP AND I LOVE IT. (ALSO REBECCA JUST SHOVING BISCUITS IN HER MOUTH WHEN SHE'S STRESSED).

THE 1X09 PARALLEL SCENE!!! REBECCA GOING TO CONFESS STUFF AGAIN. THE FACT SHE SEEKED OUT TED TO LET HIM KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON AND THIS TIME WITHOUT PROMPTING. LISTEN IM NOPE ABOUT THIS WHOLE S/R THING BUT THAT WAS GOOD OF HER. THE FACT SHE FELT TED COULD GIVE HER ADVICE AND HE DID. TO TRUST HER GUT AND HEART.

ALSO THE FACT IT WASN'T ENOUGH THAT WE KNEW IT WAS A PARALLEL TO 1X09 THE FACT TED POINTED IT OUT!!! NEXT YEAR/SEASON (THEY REALLY TRICKED ME IN THAT TRAILER WITH THAT LINE) I BET THEY'RE GOING TO ADMIT FEELINGS AND KISS CALLING IT RN.

THE SCREENERS MADE IT SEEM LIKE IT WAS GOING TO BE BAD AND I STRESSED FOR NOTHING. IM GUESSING CAUSE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT SAM. BUT IM JUST HAPPY THEY HAD SCENES THIS EP AND THEY DID HAVE A MOMENT AND ITS OBVS THIS S/R THING ISN'T BEING PUSHED AS A GOOD THING WHEN YOU SEE THIS EPISODE.

Let me get down to this... Right, so the reason the relationship or whatever going on with Sam and Rebecca isn't good is because she's his boss and he's only 21 just starting in his adult life. You see the whole boss part in this ep. Sam is wanted for another team and Rebecca doesn't like it cause of the thing going on with her and Sam rn. The power she has over him as his boss is obvious here. Sam, he's a young footballer starting out in life and could move onto big things. I'm really hoping this football team isn't connected to Rupert in anyways and we get to see Sam choose what he wants best for him and realise this relationship isn't it.

Now Rebecca people are frustrated cause she's going into this relationship with Sam when the obvious reasons she shouldn't are right there. But I've been thinking that maybe they are showing how her parents relationship with her mum constantly going back to her dad despite what he did has still affected her without her realising it. Sam isn't a cheater. He's a kind lovely young man and Rebecca needs kind. It must feel great to have someone kind to her. But she's his boss and he's young. And I thinking the way I'm seeing it is like her mother, Rebecca keeps going back to a relationship that won't be any good but because of the power imbalances and that bad that comes from that. And we're all like Rebecca noooo. We are what Rebecca is to her mother over her father is how I'm seeing it. Hope this makes sense. I just hope that's what the writers are going for and can end it in a way that's good for both.

ANYWAYS I LOVED THE TED AND REBECCA STUFF FOR THIS EP.

#ted lasso spoilers #ted x rebecca #rebecca welton #what's really been wtf is how none of her friends have been like rebecca this isn't a good idea

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years ago

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Savoureux

1x13

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, angst

Author’s Note: I am super super happy with how this whole season turned out. I might take a few days break of posting to simulate a very small season hiatus but I absolutely adored this and I’m so excited to do more. I think this stuff is some of the stuff that I was most proud of. And y’all...I love will graham (and hannibal lecter which is gonna show more hopefully in season 2!)

I took lines directly from the script so some may seem familiar. Those sentences are not mine.

Official Episode Summary : The BAU team finds evidence linking Abigail to the Minnesota Shrike victims; Will checks Abigail out of the hospital; Hannibal convinces Jack that Will is capable of murder.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll

(not my gif)

You stepped into your home. You had spent the whole afternoon, much into the night trying to contact Will who hadn’t picked up his phone. You had been dragged along by Hannibal Lecter as you continued to complain about how Will had not done the things he had said. You dragged your feet and faced the wall as you kicked off your shoes. You would have no sleep tonight. You would be forced to sit at home, think about where Will had gone.

Will hadn’t ever gone anywhere without telling you if he knew it was going to worry you. He would leave a note, a call, a text. You were forced to wonder where he had gone. Why he hadn’t told you where he had gone. You let out a shaky sigh and held back tears as you turned to the dogs who gathered at your feet. You turned around and pet them. You finally let a few tears escape your eyes as you sat down on the ground and let the dogs run you over.

“Where’s dad?” you whispered to Winston. He licked your face and you laughed lightly nodding. “I don’t know where either.”

You stood up and walked through the house, ready to get in bed and not go to sleep.

You entered the bedroom and almost didn’t even notice Will in bed, fast asleep. You actually walked past him at first and then stopped, turning to the bed and staring down at him. You let out a gasp and a small sob escaped your lips.

Safe.

He was safe.

You walked to the bed and sat on the ground beside him, not on the bed but instead the ground where you could stare at Will’s face. Peaceful. You wondered when the last time you saw him look peaceful was.

You stared at him and had a decision to make. You could call Jack or Hannibal, tell them that he was at home and without blood stains from the looks of it. You could sit here a moment more and think. Or you could simply get in bed and go to sleep beside the man you loved. You could go pretend nothing was wrong.

Tears were soundlessly streaming down your face. You wanted to play with his curls and laugh at him and make fun of each other as you attempt to make food carelessly. You didn’t want to make this decision.

Will shook and you wiped your eyes quickly. He looked up at the ceiling and his eyes locked on yours. The peace was broken into panic and the moment was gone.

You stared at each other and he stood up, running into the kitchen. You stayed on the ground for a moment, wishing you could have savored the moment a second longer. Then you got up and walked over to the kitchen where Will was leaning over the sink. Your bare feet patted over to the sink.

In it was a bloody ear that Will had just thrown up. You let out a shaky breath and Will looked over at you, fear in his eyes.

Will had never once seen you afraid of him. He had seen you afraid for him but never afraid of him. For a second he saw the fear in your eyes and he wasn’t sure if it was for him or of him.

“Where did you go?” you whispered. He shook his head and you met his eyes again. Terror in his eyes. You had asked the wrong question. “I was scared.”

“I am too.”

You hugged him tightly and he held you closer than he ever had before.

“I don’t know if this is going to be okay,” you whispered. He whimpered very quietly.

“I love you,” he promised. “I’ve always and always will love you.” You nodded and shut your eyes tightly.

“I’ll always love you too,” you whispered. “Always.”

You pulled away.

“Let’s call Hannibal.”

When Jack arrived at your home you didn’t recognize it. Jack was such a separate entity from your home. The comforting place, the dogs, Will, a home. That wasn’t what Jack was to you.

You stared at the house. Crime scene tape over the porch you and Will would drink beer and swap stories on. Strangers in the bedroom you slept in. You looked over at Jack who was holding Will hostage with words.

“They’re going to take him away,” you whispered numbly. Hannibal nodded.

“Yes.”

You walked over as Will got into the back of a cop car. You smiled very weakly at him, stopping the door from being shut. One of the dogs sat at your foot and looked at him.

“I’m not going to tell you it’s going to be okay,” you whispered.

“Just be here. With the dogs.” Someone shut the door harshly and the car was gone way before you were prepared for it to be gone. Hannibal stood behind you and you turned, throwing your arms around him so that Jack wouldn’t see you sob. Hannibal held you tightly, watching Will leave his home.

After a moment you pulled away from him and turned to Jack.

“You swore to me he wouldn’t get too close!” you yelled, so loud that people could likely hear you in the house. You pointed a finger at him and Hannibal grabbed your arms before you could fight Jack. “You swore!”

“I told him-”

“Stop talking. You could see he was breaking!” you screamed.

“Yes, I could,” Jack said simply. “And I kept pushing him because he was saving lives.” You broke free of Hannibal’s grasp and poked him in the chest, staring at him directly in the eyes. Your eyes were crazed and sad and heartbroken and above all, dangerous.

“I told you he was breaking. Now Abigail Hobbs is dead,” you sneered. Your heart wasn’t able to comprehend that just yet.

“You think he did it?” Jack asked.

“I know he didn’t,” you promised. “But for the sake of proving you wrong, as I have constantly, Abigail Hobbs is dead because someone messed up. And that someone is not Will or Freddie Lounds or Hannibal or Alana. That someone, Jack, is you.”

Hannibal pulled you away. You turned to him.

“You,” you whispered, weak now. “I sent Will to you for help and he seemed to simply get worse.”

“I thought I was helping him. I don’t know yet where I went wrong,” he whispered. “This is going to be a long process if he is arrested. You have to realize, perhaps not now but eventually that Will killed people even if he didn’t mean to.” You shook your head.

“I know he didn’t.”

“Either way,” he started and held you by your upper arms, “you’re going to need support through this. You said yourself Will was all you had before.” You stared at him, holding it together the best you could. He was right. You hated it. But he was right.

You didn’t say anything. Instead you just hugged him again.

The next day you walked into the headquarters of the BAU. Hannibal walked with you. You had managed to keep yourself together as you walked in. Hannibal stood closely beside you as you walked into his office.

“I’m going to talk to Will,” you stated.

“After the last time we spoke you think I’m going to allow you-”

“I am going to talk to Will,” you said again. Jack looked to Hannibal who somehow was still a valid perspective in his mind.

“Will it help or harm?” Jack asked Hannibal as though you weren’t there. Hannibal shrugged.

“I will be seeing him. Alana, you, presumably Chilton,” Hannibal said. “It seems unreasonably cruel to not allow her to see him especially before you’ve arrested him simply because you dislike her,” he said. Jack stared at you and you stared back, adjusting your posture to not seem nervous when you in fact were. You hated that the viewing of your boyfriend was going to be held in the hands of a man who you hated vocally.

“Five minutes,” Jack said. “No more.” You nodded stiffly and Jack led you to the room where Will was being held. You stared through the two way mirror as he stared at the wall. The wrongness of it made you shiver. Jack opened the door and Will turned around. He let out a gasp of almost relief at the sight of you. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

Someone hit the two way mirror. You moved back.

You sat down carefully at the chair across from him.

“This seems much too formal for us,” he said quietly.

“I don’t think we ever ate dinner at a table this formal,” you said quietly and you both shared a sad smile at what might have been and what had been. “I will be showing the dogs a picture of you every day for...however long,” you whispered.

“However long could be a long time from now.” You pursed your lips at the realization.

“I’ll do it until then,” you promised. Will stared at you.

“Do you...think I did it?” he asked. You shook your head quickly. There was no part of Will Graham that made you feel unsafe.

“No. You couldn’t have. I know that.”

“Ted Bundy’s girlfriend didn’t think he was a murderer until he was,” he told you.

“Actually she suspected. I have never suspected,” you promised.

“Has Jack tried to convince you otherwise?” he asked. You laughed dryly.

“Jack could show me a dead body in our crawl space and I would think he was making it up. That man has never been someone I trusted,” you promised. “Plus, I might get to join you if I decide to go through my plan of killing Jack.” Will raised an eyebrow.

“What about the dogs?”

“You’re right,” you whispered. “I’m going to try and see you as soon as I can.” He nodded.

“I don’t want you to be particular about it. I want you to live your life,” he whispered. You shook your head.

“You’re my life.”

The door opened and you looked over, fighting tears again.

“Be safe,” he whispered. You stood up and walked to the door, holding yourself together by only a string. “And Y/N?” You turned around and Will looked at you, up and down, taking you in.

“Yes?”

“Don’t forget to turn off my work alarm,” he whispered. You nodded stiffly and Hannibal helped you out of the room. You were okay until you got in the car where you immediately broke down crying.

You didn’t go home, it was still a crime scene. You went to Hannibal’s home, sitting on his couch and staring out the window. He walked up to you and sat down beside you.

“Jack has just called me,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” Your voice held no emotion. It was odd for Hannibal to hear. He was so used to emotion to lace your voice. Sometimes excitement, fear, happiness, worry, boredom. You were such an outward emotional person. Even when he walked into the office you would tell him the day's appointments with a smile and chirp.

“They have found victims' hair and teeth in the fish hooks,” he said. You shook your head. “And Jack has just arrested him.”

Your mouth opened and for a moment no words came out. Hannibal waited patiently.

“I passed those fish hooks every single day,” you whispered. “Going to work. Coming home. Going on a date, stumbling inside drunk and happy.” You turned to face Hannibal. “And I watched him work. I would sit on one of the chairs and pretend to read when Will and I both knew I was watching his fingers move.” Hannibal watched your eyes rewatch that memory. “There was no hair or teeth in those fish hooks when Will worked on it.”

“The evidence speaks otherwise,” he told you quietly.

“And yet I will refuse to believe it,” you said. Your smile was almost eerie. Hannibal was so curious about this part of you. Almost a numb anger.

“Go home,” he whispered.

“It’ll only make it worse,” you muttered.

You hugged him and he hugged you and for a moment Hannibal was the only anchor you had to the world. You felt like without him you could fly away immediately and die somewhere. Hannibal held you like he knew that was what you were thinking.

You pulled away and for a moment, as you felt numb, you stared at Hannibal’s face differently.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He put his hand on your face and you let him. Before he could do anything further you stood up. Home. Go home.

The house was empty. Despite the dogs it was empty.

You sat on the bed and stared at the pillow you never touched. Do you wash it? Will used to sweat on it so you had to wash it often but now did you have to? Should you?

The blanket that you had bought for Christmas for his nightmares seemed so useless now.

You turned around and grabbed the pillow and held it tightly, gasping.

The front door clicked open. You turned your head and your emotions went back to static as you stood up, putting the pillow on the bed. You walked into the main room and then there was Will, in orange, but there. You walked over to him quickly and sobbed into his shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, sobbing loudly.

“I’m going to Minnesota with Hannibal,” he whispered. “But I had to come to you first.” You pulled away and he wiped your eyes for you. He pet the dogs one by one as you continued to cry. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Soon,” you told him. “I’ll get you back soon,” you promised.

“How are you going to do that?” he asked.

“I have no idea. Somehow.” He got up from petting the dogs and turned to you, tear stained face.

“Someone is framing me. I don’t know who. I think maybe Hannibal,” he whispered. “But I want you to know that outside of that prison. The copycat killer.”

“You think Hobbs copycat is Hannibal?”

“I don’t know yet. Minnesota will tell me,” he promised. You walked over to him, hugging him again.

“I’ll never stop trying to get you out,” you whispered. He nodded, laughing dryly a bit.

“I know.” He kissed your forehead shakily and you grabbed his hand.

“Stop shaking,” you whispered. “I always wanted to tell you that. You shake a lot when you’re not sure what’s going to happen and I always wanted to tell you to stop shaking.” For a moment, very brief, he was still.

“I’ll try.”

You held your phone tightly to your ear as you sat on the porch, alone once again. Alana picked up after two rings.

“Hi.” Her voice seemed wrong, hesitant. You took a shaky breath in and released a laugh.

“You think he did it.” She let out a sigh herself.

“I don’t know what I think. The evidence is all there Y/N.” You shook your head.

“And you know Will,” you whispered. “And you have to know that there is no way in hell that he did this.” You were pleading now. She was silent and that was answer enough.

“I’m sorry.”

You hung up the phone and stared at the barren land of the house that you alone were going to brave. You and the only ally you had left. Unfortunately that was Hannibal Lecter.

The next time you saw Will Graham he was in an induced sleep in the hospital. Hannibal sat at the side of his bed and you stood at the edge. Jack had yet to come and kick you out so you just sat with Hannibal and Will. Jack had also shot Will in the shoulder which he would surely get an earful about later.

“Hannibal?” you whispered. He nodded.

“Yes?”

“The last time I talked to Abigail she told me you loved me and Will,” you said very quietly. Your voice went out for a moment while you spoke. He smiled a tad.

“Abigail was always eccentric.”

“No, she was a teenager. Although I suppose she was wrong.” Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

“She wasn’t. I truly care a lot about you and Will. I wouldn't’ go as far as saying that I was in love with you two,” he told you. You looked down at Will and thought about his words.

“What happened in Minnesota?”

“Will had a breakdown,” he said simply. You wondered what Will had found out. You wondered if he would ever be able to tell you.

“I’m not going to let him stay in there,” you said quietly.

“No?”

“And I would like your help but if I don’t get it then that’s simply how we’re going to have to split ways,” you whispered. Hannibal smiled very subtly. That was ruthless of you. You, while caring about him, were willing to do anything to get Will back.

You and Hannibal stared at each other. He realized that you and him were not all that different. There was a piece of you that perhaps was capable of murder. You were not just his secretary who took calls and made appointments.

Your eyes stared at Hannibal’s and his stared back. Will laid between you. That was when Hannibal Lecter noticed that you were not an obstacle to get to Will Graham or an obstacle at all.

You were a piece of Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham.

2x01

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter imagines #will graham x reader #will graham imagines #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham

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charlieliqueur · 4 years ago

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Mark X Camper!Reader (Unus Annus)

Camp Days - Part One

Summary/Warnings: Unus Annus spoilers? Takes place during Camp Unus Annus, includes some of Camp Unus Annus fan stuff like the camp cabins and etc, and some of my own variations. Reader is 18+ years old, and part of cabin Taser Fire, since it seems decreed that Mark is the head counselor for that cabin. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to the Camp Unus Annus posts and you'll find the stuff pretty quick.

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You didn't remember signing up for this camp. Probably because you didn't, you couldn't have. Oddly enough, you barely remember anything before waking up on a bus, a bag packed and other 'campers' waiting to arrive. This felt off, the bus ride, the look of it, how isolated and almost abandoned it felt. It had all the wrong feelings.

But you were still here. Almost immediately after stepping off the bus a blond man and brunette woman held out stacks of shirts. One stack white, one black. You carefully picked one, and the woman kindly said "Welcome campers! This isn't our official welcome, but we wanted to make sure you had a uniform for initiation! I'm one of the counselors here, my name is Amy! And this is Evan!" They both waved happily.

What were you doing at a summer camp again?

Why would you be here-

Suddenly you all were being ushered away to a grassy clearing with a bonfire pit. Near a roaring fire were two men, wearing semi-matching black and white clothes. One in white, one in black. They turned towards the group of several, beyond several, dozen campers of varying ages, looks, and personalities.

"Welcome to your first day of Camp Unus Annus! In just a few moments you'll be directed to your cabin!" Said the short haired one. The longer haired man said "Don't forget, Camp Unus Annus and officials are not responsible for any harm or death caused here."

"Death??" Asked a few, they also seemed to have no idea how they ended up here.

"Um, excuse me, but I don't remember signing up for this camp," said one girl.

"Me neither!"

"I don't remember too!"

"Uh, me either!"

They two men looked at one another and began laughing. It seemed almost fake. They looked back at the group of confused people. "Of course you didn't sign up, that's not how Camp works here. Now come on! And-" the man in the white shirt looked to the man in black and they said in unison looking over the group, "Don't forget the Buddy System!!"

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You had been sorted to your cabin. You stood among a group of confused and concerned campers, as they tried to find buddies before your counselor arrived. You got paired up with a man named Gerald, mainly because he had no one else and seemed distant enough not to bother you too much. Though he seemed a little incompetent.

You all looked at the still-packed collection of supplies, when suddenly a rushing of footsteps and a loud voice boomed, "Heeeeey campeeers!!"

You all looked to see Mark. He adjusted his white shirt briefly before smiling and saying "I bet you're all thrilled to be here, and-- What's this? You don't have your tents up yet?? Well hurry! Nightfall is coming soon and the bears will be out, and the bats, and deer, and snakes-- Just, chop chop!"

The group looked among each other hesitantly. "B-Bears?" Asked a girl.

"Yeah!! And not just the animals. Bear Cabin is... well, we won't talk about them."

"Aren't you betraying the buddy system?" Asked a young man. He seemed rather upset. Probably didn't like being at a summer camp he didn't sign up for. Neither did you.

"Yeah, you've broken your own rule!" Added another boy, the first one's buddy.

"Do you wanna talk to me about rules or do you wanna listen and live??" Mark demanded strongly. Most of the younger teens immediately started opening the tent bags, pulling out the plastic structures and beginning to set them up. Gerald and yourself began setting up your tent as well. The older group members glared and hesitated, before joining in as well.

Soon tents were set up, and as Counselor Mark was inspecting them, a large portion of Taser Fire gathered around a fire pit. "What are we supposed to do?" Asked one boy, his name was Daniel. "What do you mean?" Asked Lizzy, a twenty-something girl.

"Like, the fuck are we supposed to do?? Just play along to this summer camp BS? Hasn't anyone realized we've been kidnapped??"

"Speak for yourselves," said Mickey, a thirteen year old boy. "My home fuckin' sucks, I'd rather be here getting covered in mosquito bites than have another drunk fight with my dad," he said openly. It seemed he felt safe here. What was this place doing to you all? Some now anxious, some now comfortable? And what were you feeling?

"Okay campers, it seems dusk has begun. Why don't we get a fire started for a little meal before night, eh?" Asked Mark, gesturing with an open smile. You all looked around at each other and sheepishly nodded. He gave off vibes. Vibes you weren't sure how to feel about.

"And tomorrow, we start the fun!" He assured, before gathering some wood from a pile and making a firepit. You yawned and looked around. "Hey, where's Gerald?" You asked, when suddenly the man stepped beside you, zipping his fly. "Sorry, just stepped away to-"

Suddenly Mark seized him by the collar of his shirt. "Remember... the buddy system. Nobody leaves the group without their buddy!! Understood??" This was directed at the whole group, who nervously agreed, fearing what their counselor would do if they disobeyed. You stumbled back a bit from the muscles man who practically held your buddy a foot off the ground. He lowered Gerald to the ground and stepped away, refocusing on his fire.

It started up in no time, and the campers gathered around it. You looked off into the distance and could see a few other distant lights. Fires or lanterns. There were five cabins in total.

Thicc Water, near the lake.

Breaking Wind, in a clearing.

Earth Girth, near a river.

The Bears, near a cave system.

Taser Fire, on a rocky area near the forest.

You were studying a map that had come with the supplies. Your fingers traced paths and memorized some bigger details. This place felt off, and you wanted to know where to go if you needed to run somewhere. Either away from something... or someone...

Your nervous eyes glanced up at Counselor Mark, a guitar in his hands while he strummed a tune and hummed a song no one knew. He gave off an ill aura. Ted Bundy mixed with Jigsaw and maybe a cult leader or two. Suddenly Counselor Mark saw you watching, and after your eyes met briefly, you looked back down at the map.

"So tell me all your names," he requested, and you looked up with only your eyes, to see his looking across everyone.

People answered, some more reluctant than others. What worried you most is how some who had been very upset being here were suddenly laughing and sharing past stories and tales. Once more that feeling hit you, a feeling it seemed only a few others realized. This place, these people, it was wrong. At least... at least Mark was...

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You were lying awake in your tent, your buddy Gerald asleep beside you. He wasn't exceedingly friendly, or strong, or smart, but least he didn't snore. You were propped on your arm, a zippo lighter in your hands, lit to provide enough light to read the map. Then you noticed something in the corner. You brought the lighter closer, and it revealed words, full National Treasure style.

Near the logs whom fell, find the stories they tell. A land of old, of death and cold...

What... the... fuck? What was this about?

You suddenly heard footsteps. You clicked the lighter shut, stuffed the map under your bag, and pulled the covers of the sleeping bag over your head. You were nearly silent, but not suspiciously so. You heard them get close to the tent, and heard whispering, but you couldn't identify who.

"Such a shame..."

"Can't follow the rules, can't stay in camp..."

"It is day one, Annus, give them time."

"Life is not fair, nor is death. Time will march ever forward, my friend. Lessons must be learnt in the time they have. Momento Mori."

"Yes, that is true... which tent was it?"

"This way..."

You covered your mouth, hoping they couldn't hear your ragged and terrified breaths. You listened to the footsteps leave. It took you hours to fall asleep, and even then you were plagued by nightmares. Of two men, one in a white suit, one in black, they were familiar but you couldn't place them, their faces just out of sight.

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"UNUS ANNUS! UNUS ANNUS! UNUS ANNUS!" A chant erupted through a speaker system you hadn't noticed existed, the sound of distorted male voices. You sprung upright, hearing someone rustle the tents and say "Time to get up campers!"

Counselor Mark.

You groaned, and suddenly went still, remembering last night. You waited for Gerald to step out so you could change. You left the tent as well, seeing a fire already started. A majority of the group was gathered round, laughing and joking and making food.

"Where's Jake?" Asked a voice, one that sounded pained and scared.

"Who?" Asked one girl.

"JAKE!" Said the boy, as if we should know. But you did, you actually remembered. Jake and this boy were the two who pointed out Mark breaking the rules. Mark simply laughed it off and said "Jake has been removed from Camp Unus Annus, should've followed the rules. Now, who wants bacon??"

"Me!!" Cheered some, holding out their plates. You stuck farther back, pulling your map from your pocket. You saw a circle appeared around a spot on the map. You couldn't leave alone. Buddy System. Didn't wanna end up like Jake...

"Hey Gerald?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going somewhere, come on."

"But what about-"

"You'll live. Besides, that bacon seems... off..."

"What do you-"

"Just shut up and follow."

"Okaaaay."

He followed you as the both of you headed towards the marking on the map. "Gonna let me know what this is about?" He asked, walking lazily, not even concerned on wild animals in the woods or poisonous plants and crazy counselors.

You yawned deeply, restless from last night's sleep. You didn't have a lot of time. Then you saw it. Stuck under a log that seemed like it had fallen decades ago, poking out, was a journal. "Help me move this," you demanded of you buddy, trying to force the log to roll.

"Y/n, you sure? It's all damp and rotted, there might be like slugs or-"

"Dammit Gerald push the log!!"

He whined again before pushing against it with you, and it rolled over enough for you to kick the journal free.

"All this way for a notebook? Pfft..."

"Yeah, a notebook. One you won't mention or you'll have more than just Mark to worry about," you warned darkly.

What was wrong with you? Would you normally say that? Yes, no? You couldn't remember. There had to be something about this place. A toxic material waste, brain fucking everyone.

Gerald hesitantly agreed to secrecy, then began his journey back, you following close behind.

"Hey, look, Taser Bitches!" Shouted an unfamiliar voice. You both looked around, before seeing a small group of kids, wearing matching bandanas. Thicc Water.

"Alright guys, pelt 'em!!!" Shouted someone, and they raised water balloons.

"What the fuc-??"

You urged Gerald to run and you both began sprinting, water balloons crashing and splatting all around you, the water seemed oddly thicc.

However you escaped with your lives, and luckily it seemed counselor Mark was gone. Good. You pulled the journal out in front of you and read the first entry.

I don't know what day it is. Not what they say. They think today is tomorrow and is also yesterday. I've been here weeks and they're saying day three. This place is wrong, so fucking wrong. But I can't leave. My buddy started the idea of cabins. He seems to be leaving me. I can't escape without help...

You entered your tent and exhaled shakily. You took a seat on the polyurethane floor. Was this from the beginning of the camp? It had to be a while ago, these cabins and all had been here for a long time, the signs and everything super old. Like, decades old. That's when what you read next horrified you.

Counselor Mark and Ethan are up to something. Kids keep going missing and it's only ones in their cabins. I have to get the fuck out of here...

How old are they? What the fuck was this?? Was this real, what did this even mean, that Counselor Mark and Ethan are-

Suddenly there was a rustling on the tent, like knocking, and a scary familiar voice asked "Hey y/n right?"

To be Continued...

A/N: Woo!! I hope to finish this story, or at least get a good few parts out. What's going on? Spoooooky. Anyways, things will obviously get more dramatic as it continues. Hope you enjoyed!

#markiplier #unus annus #crankgameplays #ethan nestor #mark fischbach #amy nelson #camp unus annus #markiplier x reader #annus x reader #unus #annus #fanfic #fanfiction #camp unus annus fic

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cherubchoirs · 4 years ago

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adraggynamedjade replied to your post “Yeah I don't know how you managed to depict the final bosses so that...”

I'M 100% WITH YOU ON VIEWING HIM AS LESS INNOCENT. Like, yo me Muraki is on the same level as Shido. He stalked and groomed the PT for a whole year for info for his personal goals. Bad man bad. God dad good.

P5R SPOILERS UNDER THE READ MORE!

ok i wanted to actually put this into it’s own post because REALLY....the fact that maruki only wanted to talk with akira and get close to him because he knew from day one that he was a phantom thief REALLY changed my opinion on him. he really did use his role as counselor to make akira let his guard down and never revealed his true reason for getting close to him until he had gotten all the information he needed out of him. i just. i so WISH akira could have had more hostile responses to this exchange - akira HATES adults that use kids, that put up a false front, and what else would he think at that point??? akira’s been burned so badly, i don’t get why he couldn’t just be incredibly short with maruki after that point and want absolutely no further discussion. like from that point forward as a player, i lost trust in him - i was spoiled for royal, but with maruki described constantly as very human and sympathetic, i never expected this level of duplicity and i think people really gloss it over. akira can literally respond to his question of what hurts him the most with “betrayal” and isn’t this like...a GIANT betrayal of trust? the thing is, i suppose akira doesn’t entirely mind being used as he uses people in return, but it’s very dependent on that person being upfront with him about it. all the adult confidants tell him, in earnest, why they want to get close to him, and he is able to consent - i know maruki’s situation is more delicate, given that he wants to get to know akira bc he’s a pt and that would probably be shut down instantly, but i think it really gets to akira that he had no way of consenting to their exchanges because he was left in the dark to their true purpose. and none of this is to say i don’t like maruki - in fact, i think he’s a fantastic character and i really do love him, but he is super complex and what he pulls is honestly super shitty. he absolutely used akira and while his intentions were good...i mean....couldn’t we....literally say that about yaldabaoth in a way? LIKE HEAR ME OUT he believed ripping control away from humanity would make them happy and end their suffering - his game with akira was to see if akira would let humanity stay as it is, or if yaldabaoth would merge reality with mementos to take over human thought in order to relieve them of their responsibility. so he too was using akira in order to figure out how to help humanity as best he could. yaldabaoth is clearly more malevolent due to how he has grown to detest mankind, but still...he claimed what he was doing was to end human suffering, so the functional outcome is the same, it’s just the yaldabaoth’s idea was unpalatable to humanity. i know that i’ve really expanded on yaldabaoth’s character, but sticking to what i can gather from the text, yaldabaoth is really only doing what the public consciousness is wishing for - that’s his nature, he grants wishes. honestly tbh maruki and yaldabaoth are very similar in approach and in outcome, it’s just that they deviate on what they believe the right answer to this problem is. SO....agreed that bad man bad and god dad good thanks for coming to my ted talk

#adraggynamedjade #I HAD SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS GOD.....#and obviously in this context akira views them VERY differently #he already lost his trust in maruki when he was human so the foundation isn't there #and now that maruki is attempting to use the metaverse for his own ends....#taking his late father's power for himself and taking over his home in mementos #he kind of....HATES him.....and yaldabaoth is a much more complex figure to him #so that's all reflected in the art too BUT this my personal take #p5 #p5r #the councillor #yaldabaoth #p5r spoilers #persona 5 royal spoilers

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imaginesilenthill · 3 years ago

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Omg yeah I feel that abt silent hill 2… like yeah it was good!! But every time I talk to someone about silent hill they’re always like omg two is my favorite two is my favorite blbllb. And I totally respect that people have their preference and favorites! I don’t look down on anyone for that! But it just. Gets redundant. And then they kind of forget about the other silent hill games and it makes me pretty sad. I think the fact that it didn’t have much to do with the order kind of put me off. I’d label SH2 more as a spin off than a main game tbh. Also I hate James lol. OH AND ANOTHER THINg!! Someone who’s into dbd made a post about Heather saying she has like no personality and that she’s (jokingly) a terrible woman who ruins everything (something about dbd power ups, I don’t know I didn’t play the game) but it just INFURIATED ME CUZ HEATHER WAS A VICTIM!!! and she has SO much personality in the third SH game! I don’t even know if they played it smfh. I’d honestly, without any bias, say that she has a wider range of emotions than any of the other silent hill protags, she was written beautifully… I’m just mad that the dbd devs added her in DBD after ALL the suffering she went through as Alessa, not being able to live her life as Cheryl, being on the run from the Order her whole life, losing her loving dad and then killing ugly ass God… AND THEN in the dbd universe it was just. All for nothing. Now she’s in purgatory forever??? Hideous. Just hideous. Then P head is there. Wtf????? Masahiro Ito said his damn self that PHead is James’ monster and that he hates how PHead is just a cash cow for everything that’s SH. My god. My friend was like “dbd can’t add James with pyramid head because they don’t add two monsters at a time” LMFAOOOOO. But honestly, considering In Water or Rebirth, either of those could have led james into the Entity’s Realm I think. But since he killed ahem, you know who, I doubt the dbd devs wanted to stir up any controversy. Also I think all the survivors would kill him. SLIGHT SPOILER FOR ANYONE HERE WHO HASNT PLAYED SH3>>>: after you know who dies, Heather later is in the other world and there’s a room that she notes looks exactly like his. And on the bed is his notebook… and on the floor are bloody footprints walking away from the bed… it makes me think… is he now in purgatory? I mean of course i assume it was just the SH crew adding their typical psychological stuff, <<<END SPOILER. but it makes me think… what if he was in DBD? But who would be his monster? Not god obviously. Smfh. It just made me think. Also there’s that twisted fucking psycle path K Pop star (he’s cute) and he is obviously a human… so it kind of made me come up with a funny idea… imagine WALTER in DBD!! I think it would be so funny if he appeared in a match, and all the survivors are like huh, there are five survivors here, who’s the new guy? Then they see his gun, and he aims it at them. And they’re like oH SHIT—!!!! Also idk If you got my old ask but apparently SH2 takes place in the late 70s/early 80s and I have this whole thing pondering the timeline, if you still have that you can post it, I think I was anon at the time. SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS RANT. ALSO ON FB FOR SOME REASON IT SHOWED ME YOUR RECENT POST WHERE YOU GOR YOUR DEGREE OR SOMETHING, CONGRATS DEAR!! (We follow each other on Instagram so I think that’s how I saw ur post? Sorry if it seemed invasive )

Yeah, I just... I get so exhausted with the SH2-purist side of the fandom and I think that exhaustion bleeds into James. I don’t get people’s affection for him, in the same way I don’t get why people look at Actual Serial Killer Ted Bundy and go “Yeah, he’s hot.” Like, dude, no. James killed his wife because he couldn’t take the strain of being a caretaker, missed the “spark” from Mary before she was sick, knew she could probably never get it back, and felt like she was suffering. And instead of going to therapy, getting therapy with her, literally anything else, James decided he was going to booze it up (he talks about it in the hotel bar), kill Mary, and then have the brass balls to feel bad about it. The gross thing is that I genuinely think he did love Mary; he wouldn’t have been so torn up about her death if he wasn’t in love with her at some point. James just frustrates me as a person, because I have a partner and I love her, and the idea of killing her because she wants to die makes me ill. But sure; lets UwU at James. I would never dream of telling someone “You can’t like James because I don’t like James” but I will gladly say “It’s great that you like him, but James exhausts me emotionally.”

As for the Heather thing, I was helping to co-run SH Fogposting when that nightmare was going down. I like the idea of Heather being in DBD, since Konami isn’t doing anything with her. But her character model looks awful (par for the course in DBD, I know) and I think having anything that doesn’t belong to Behavior Interactive in the game (so all the movie monsters) is just fanfiction. I don’t count it as canon, I won’t unless someone from Team Silent says it is, and I probably won’t take DBD into account when writing unless someone specifically asks about Heather interacting with other characters in the game.

I think I got that ask, but I don’t remember knowing what to say to it beyond “Yeah, you’re right” and I wanted to save it until I had something constructive to add to it. I don’t think I will though, so I’ll probably just post it now.

(And thank youuu! It’s definitely not invasive at all! <3)

#answered asks #my opinion #other people’s opinions

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demihead-blogger · 6 years ago

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Okay, I really have to rant about this.

"This" refers to the fact that people keep hating on Jasper and Caleo. First, I'll talk about Jasper. Okay, typically, people say that their relationship wasn't developed enough, or that it was based on a lie. Do these people also take into consideration the fact that the time period between The Lost Hero and The Mark of Athena was at least nine months? Their relationship must have developed during that time.

Also I'd like to point another thing out. They've been together together longer than Percabeth have. Percy and Annabeth were only in a relationship for like, 4 months before he disappeared. It's a miracle that things worked out between them. Long-distance does a lot to relationships. Add to that the whole forgetting his memories thing. Jason and Piper were around each other that whole time.

As for those people who say it was based on a lie, I say, wow. In all honesty, I find it a miracle that they made it. I think it's really beautiful and sweet, that Jason decided to try and create a relationship with someone he didn't know. He did this for Piper, a girl who was heartbroken over the fact that her relationship with Jason had all been a lie, fake memories planted in her mind, so that she could be used as a tool.

Also consider the fact that they're both supposed to hate each other. She's Greek, he's Roman. They're barely supposed to be friends, much less get into a relationship. But they made it work. Which is just... wow! (Side note, their little banter in The Lost Hero was adorable)

I get why people ship Jeyna. I really do. But here's the thing. Unrequited love is a thing. And it's painful as hell. I would know. But it's not always that people romantically love someone they've known for a long time. What about all those people who click within the first few minutes of meeting each other? Those people who took a chance and asked out the person they'd had a crush on for like a week, even though they'd never really talked much? Those stories you find all over the internet? They've literally just started dating, of course their relationship isn't going to be super developed. Same applies to Jason and Piper.

As for the spoiler I read about from The Dark Prophecy (THANKS A LOT INTERNET!!!), about them breaking up, I have a theory. Piper's been through a lot. She felt neglected in her childhood, which really sucks. So she did stuff to get her dad's attention. And then, at the age of only 16, she was thrown into this world of monsters. Suddenly, the fate of the world rested on her shoulders. Her memories were altered. It felt like an invasion of her privacy. Her friends were thrown into Tartarus. People died. Her best friend died. That's not an easy thing to deal with. She felt like she'd lost control over her life. She felt suffocated. Breaking up with Jason helped her to regain some of that control. The reason I say this is because I've done something similar. I've gone through a lot. And no, I didn't break up with someone, but I had a fight with my best friends, and stopped talking with them because I needed to feel like my life wasn't completely slipping out of my control.

Now, on to Caleo. A few of these points apply to them too, so I won't repeating them in detail. But there was also a long time skip between the ending of The Blood of Olympus and the beginning of The Trials of Apollo. Just because we didn't see their relationship develop, doesn't mean it didn't. They may not be in love, but they still really like each other. Also, don't forget that Leo was on the island for weeks in Ogygia time.

What I find odd, is the fact that you have all these fangirls who adore Leo, but then go all weird when someone else takes an interest in him. I mean, why wouldn't Calypso fall for Leo? Just because he's not the typical, buff, strong hero, doesn't mean he isn't awesome. He's smart, funny, creative, empathetic, sweet etc. He fixes her stuff for her. He gives her company, makes her feel less alone. Of course she's going to fall for him.

As for the reason she hated him in the beginning? Why wouldn't she? She felt angry, resentful. Percy asked to Gods to release her, and then forgot about her. I'm not blaming him, God knows the guy has way too much on his mind for a 16 year old, but imagine this. You've wanted something for years, but you always knew it was impossible for you. Then someone comes along and tells you they can get it for you. And then they don't. For the first time in centuries, Calypso felt a bit of hope, only to have it crushed as she realised that more than a year had gone by, and she was still stuck in her prison. Leo gave her hope again. Granted she felt like it was false hope, but it was there. He was her salvation. But when he first arrived, she felt angry that her curse still had not been lifted. So she lashed out at the only person she could: Leo.

Another thing. Calypso's curse wasn't to fall in love with everyone who arrived in the island. No, her curse was to spend eternity alone, with someone sent every few centuries for her to look after. Someone she can't help falling in love with. And it's not like someone would arrive everyday or something, it was after a few centuries (From what we know there were 3). And then that same someone would crush her heart. It's hard enough to face heartbreak once, let alone face it multiple times. She's amazingly strong, and I admire her so much. And this makes me hate the Gods, because they expect their kids to fight for them, but when this girl fought for her own father, they do this to her. They knew exactly how to pull at her heartstrings and hurt her. And anyone who's been through emotional pain, like a bad break-up, knows how much that hurts.

Might I also add that those two went through a lot together? They had to face the literal Sea of Monsters for goodness' sake! That's not an easy thing to do. It's rare for people to survive. Even Percy and Annabeth barely made it out alive. When people go through something together, it creates a special bond between them. The same bond that was created between Percy and Annabeth when they held up the sky. That bond grew stronger between the two couples, with the more hardships they faced.

And as for them arguing? All healthy relationships have fights. My grandparents have been together for 60 something years and they still fight like kids. My best friend and I love each other, yet we fight all the time. What really makes a relationship special, is being able to get past those fights, making up, and loving each other despite all that. Just, moving forward. And they did that.

Another thing I've heard people say is that Uncle Rick shouldn't have given Leo a girlfriend, because Leo doesn't need someone to be happy. And I agree. In a way. You don't need to date someone to be happy, but you need a friend. Someone you can always count on. Yes, he had his friends, but they were all in relationships. Look at it from his point of view. He felt as if he was intruding when they were together. He wanted someone purely for him. As well as that, he wanted to feel included for once. He'd always been the outsider, the odd one out. Being in a relationship would give him a sense of belonging.

Honestly, I think that the main reason anyone even has a problem with these relationships, is because they keep comparing them to Percabeth. This really irks me, because seriously, not every relationship is or can be Percabeth. Each relationship, and the individuals in it, are different and unique and should be treated as such. It's like, you have two friends okay. One of them is a lot like you, but the other one is the exact opposite of you. One of them will have phone conversations with you for hours on end, whereas the other will do the same in person. One of them will listen to you when you're feeling down in the dumps, whereas the other will try to cheer you up. One of them will talk about the weirdest stuff with you, whereas the other one will have philosophical conversations with you at 3 in the morning. You love them both in different ways, because your relationship with them is different. Same with them.

And one last thing before I shut up. You hate it when your parents or other people compare you to, say, your sibling, or your cousins, or even your mum's friend's kid who has 4.2 GPA. If you hate people making comparisons of you, then why do you compare others? No one likes it. So don't.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percabeth #jason grace #piper mclean #jasper #frank zhang #hazel levesque #frazel #leo valdez #calypso #caleo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo

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