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femboty2k · 3 years

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Long post about something I think about a lot and that doesn’t matter to anyone else but me probably

I’m sure there’s a million posts out there on why good representation is important and good but I just wanted to talk shortly about something that happened to me in a recent span of a few months involving a character in a dumb game about collecting jpegs of anime women and hunky dudes with giant swords.

There’s a game called Granblue Fantasy, its an extremely popular gacha game/JRPG with a very large roster of characters and a lot of stuff to do as far as reading through character lore, fighting JRPG battles, raids, and basically playing VNs for character dialogue. It’s a pretty good game, and one of the coolest things about it, is it has (to my knowledge, I dont play/keep up with it very often) 2 canon trans characters. One is named Cagliostro, an alchemist who was born as a man but through extensive experimentation and some self discovery has since transitioned into a woman, hell bent on making herself as cute as possible. Fun right? She’s presented extremely well and is one of the game’s more fun characters. The second character is one that has become a personal favourite for me for many reasons, her name is Ladiva.

Ladiva is a part of a race of people called the Draph. The Draph are a humanoid, and pretty much human looking, race of people with their defining features being their large stature and bovine like horns and ears. This is important because male draph are usually much larger and more muscular than female draph (but its a horny anime game so who can say they’re surprised lol). Ladiva, as my discussion here makes obvious, is a trans woman belonging to these folk. Because of this, she’s both quite large, muscular(and more masculine presenting on the surface), and has rugged looking facial hair. The surprising thing about her presentation in comparison to how she looks, is that she’s presented incredibly well. despite her appearance being not as feminine as it could be (with Cagliostro even offering to make her a new totally feminine body only to have Ladiva refuse, stating that she should love her own body along with the rest of herself) she’s treated as what she is, a woman.

So why am I talking about this? Why am I putting my poorly put together thoughts on this tumblr post no one will read? Well, I am trans. I have felt a certain way about myself all my life that I’m sure most trans people can echoe so I won’t wast time waxing poetic about how I’ve always felt more feminine than I was “supposed” to be. My core purpose of this post comes from the fact that I am 6′2, nearly 300lbs of muscle/fat/body hair, and have had a full beard since I was 14. I am EXCEEDINGLY masculine, which has made my own internal struggle with my transness sort of difficult to accept. A sort of constant push and pull of wanting to just repress it all because I already pass as a man and wanting to work towards being who I know I actually am. Another factor is that I never felt truly comfortable with purely feminine pronouns. In highschool I went by a different name, and I used she/her pronouns and for a while it felt okay. But it was always just, okay. It never felt right on top of several people giving me some rather hurtful backlash for it and how it contrasted so much with my physical appearance. So I stowed it all away until about a year ago. I now have something that I didn’t have before, a truly wonderful and supportive group of adult friends who treat me like an adult as well and take me seriously. So through careful examination of how I felt i began trying new things to explore my identity. It began with me deciding I wanted to use they/them pronouns, this stuck and still feels like its the right thing for me along with the label of Nonbinary. However, slotting myself into this new label and finally feeling comfortable in an identity brought about new thoughts as well as new things to mull over in my head. Things like the fact that most nonbinary representation in media falls under the same category of a waifish AFAB person who presemts femininely if not androgynous, and how people like me are a vocal minority within the community itself even being excluded by a small portion of it. It was a new set of things to tackle and think about. But that aside, with them came the most important thing I asked myself, “am I comfortable with how I am now? Or do those thoughts I had all those years ago mean something?”

This question isnt easy. Gender is a strange subject and is different to everyone who experiences something with their identity, so I wont pretend like I have any definitive answers for anything because, there arent really any of those. The question for myself, boiled down to “Am I more comfortable identifying as transfeminine, or am I comfortable with just being nonbinary.” This question vexed me for a little while. It hurt to think about. A lifetime of bullying and being made to be ashamed of my body type and stature had made my confidence in myself rather lackluster. This made the decision more difficult. It would be easy to try and own a sense of pride in being a masculine presenting nonbinary person. There aren’t many of those in representation as I mentioned before, and at the time it made me feel nice to think that it was what I wanted. But those thoughts I had all those years ago did mean something, and thats not who I am. The answer I ultimately came to, was that I am trans, and want to present more feminine than masculine, because that’s who I know I am, and not just what I think would be easiest. So, to bring it all together, how the everloving fuck does this relate to a character from a gacha game? Well, when i first saw Ladiva I nearly wrote her off as a character that probably was used as a disrespectful joke on trans women and how they’re viewed. She’s not though. She has an entire montra of loving herself and others for who they are and owning every aspect of herself, including her body. She’s not a small lady, she’s a large/muscular wrestler who, in no mistake of words, still looks very masculine, right down to her facial hair. But none of that matters, not her appearance, not her beard, not her height, she’s still a woman and she’s seen as one by the others around her because, well, that’s what she is. She makes it known and others accept, or at the very least, respect it. It was something entirely new to see something like this in a form of popular media, and in turn it gave me an odd sense of self confidence in my own current appearance, even though I do intend on changing it through HRT and other means (exercise and other health related means). It meant a lot to me to see someone who was, in at least some way, like me who was loved by the community of the game she was in. And it still does. In conclusion, Ladiva is a very cool character, and her existing gave me a boost of confidence that helped lead me towards accepting things about myself that I had found it hard to previously. Go look into Granblue if you like games like that, there’s even a fighting game that came out not too long ago. Thanks for reading, if you did, this whole post is long and kind of dumb because I’m kind of dumb. But I wanted to put it somewhere. Have a nice day <3

#rambling #long post #ladiva #granblue fantasy #thanks granblue #kinda dumb just ignore me lol #im just talkin to myself #trans #guess ill throw that tag on there #shrug #nonbinary #gender stuff

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deathtriangles · 3 years

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So I don't actually watch any wwe, but as I've gotten into wrestling I've read a lot of the criticisms towards it; if you were in charge of wwe, what would you do to improve the show? Also just wanted to say, I really like your edits <3

oooh this is an interesting one! and thank you for the last bit omg !! 🥺💕 so I only watch a bit of wwe, but I think I would take these things from the shows I do like and watch often and do these things to hopefully make it a bit better!

make raw 2 hours. ain’t no reason why that train wreck needs to be 3 hours! shorten the time and clean up the layout of the show

trim the active roster. i don’t mean sack people, but cycle people in and out. this is one thing I think aew does well (which they don’t have much of a problem with considering most people are in factions), but they rotate the card positions of the stars and they rotate who’s going to be in a program at a certain time with who. I think this keeps the show feeling fresh and it keeps you in anticipation to see certain stars when they come back!

simplify the storylines. I like to call this the “nxt 2013-2015 formula”, the golden age of nxt in my humble opinion! This was when the storylines were simple and effective and were very easy to build off of. A lot of my favourite wwe storylines were from this era, including neville vs sami, sami vs owens, American alpha vs the revival and sasha vs bayley! I think a lot of the storylines in wwe today can get over-complicated, which is a detriment to the product considering the talent they have! one of my current favourite storylines in wwe is actually sasha vs carmella, because it’s simple! I was more hyped for sasha wrestling a back flipping sommelier than a raw women’s title match!

have less disqualifications / screwy finishes! this is where I think aew is really really great! they are able to build storylines and keep building talent while having basically 99% of their matches end with a proper finish. if I remember correctly, the first dq was pac’s chair shot to kenny in the iron man, and even this was done with a purpose to give him an advantage for the rest of the match. cutler vs avalon also utilised two dq’s super well to build a story of two people desperate to get rid of their losing records. meanwhile on raw this week, Charlotte vs baszler, a match which pretty much writes itself in that it’s a DREAM, was ended abruptly and then turned into a 6 man tag where I believe the finish was a count out (correct me if I’m wrong), which would be fine, if there was a proper reason for it happening.

stop breaking up tag teams for no reason. Heavy machinery and the iiconics would like a word ✨ in fact, I would also create a few more factions! one thing aew and njpw do well is utilise factions to build storytelling devices between roster members! having a few more awesome factions like the hurt business wouldn’t hurt!

finally, I’d give more control to the talent! wwe has such a stacked roster of talent in all levels of the card and other promotions who aren’t as scripted have shown that giving the talent a bit more control can lead to some incredible results! With news that Daniel Bryan is moving to creative and former wrestlers like Nikki Bella want to do the same, this would be a great way of having some people with real proper experience helping the talent that need it and letting the talent that know what they want to do run with it!

#THIS WAS FUN TO DO thank you nonnie !!!!#thought of as much as I possibly could!#but yeah I think wwe does some things really well but if there’s other things that are colossally bad it overshadows the good #x . amy speaks

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hey!! i love what i’ve read of your pokeani fics and i want to read your fixit fic but,, i don’t know what was wrong in the episode!! enlighten me, i haven’t seen it :)

for the purpose of this ask i will be using japanese names. i will explain why later. my fixit fic is also using the japanese names/characterizations.

so musashi and kojiro (jessie and james) got a league battle. for the longtime pokeani fans, i don’t have to explain why this is a big deal, but just in case anyone following me doesn’t know the weight of that: they’re two-bit nonthreatening villains that exist almost solely for 1. comic relief 2. plot shenanigans when we need the protag to get into some wacky hijinks and 3. to give adults watching the show someone to relate to. there have been, in total, seven pokemon league championships. in all of these, team rocket mostly sit in the stands selling hot dogs and cheering on the protagonist cause he’s like their weird son.

team rocket rarely win battles. when they do, it’s usually only because they’re fighting as heroes. the SM anime took some big leaps–it let them win more, gave them food and shelter and a parental figure, and threw a z-ring in their hands to share communally. when the alola league was announced, with it was announced that you didn’t need to complete the island challenge to enter. kukui purposefully wanted to make the first alola league accessible to everyone, so everyone within a ten mile radius entered, and that included team rocket.

for musashi, this was for the fame and glory. for kojiro, this was because the prize was a battle against his favourite pro wrestler. and both of them kinda swept those desires under the rug, under the guise of ‘we’ll win the league for the glory of team rocket! nyaaaahahaheyyy~!’

the prelims were an outright battle royale and they managed to survive it, only to be pit against each other in round ONE. sm131 features their battle, and this is where i get angry.

i’m going to address my genuine concerns first, and my petty nerd concerns after. please only take the genuine ones seriously. the petty nerd concerns are just things i have no right to be mad about.

GENUINE CONCERNS:

musashi and kojiro were out of character.

i’m SURE there are people who will argue this, but i feel like they were written by folks who understand them only on the most basic level. basically, what happened was, as soon as the two of them heard they’d be battling each other, musashi shut down the conversation entirely. she told kojiro he would be throwing the match in her favour and that was final. kojiro spent the whole episode depressed, lethargic, and too hopeless to even muster the fire to really say much of anything. she literally beat him into the ground and right up until the end, he just took it.

the narrative punishes musashi for this, which is good. she loses the battle when hidoide (/mareanie) manages to inspire kojiro to fight–if not for himself, then for his pokemon, who he loves. but the fact of the matter is that musashi still made kojiro feel that way. whether or not she suffered for it doesn’t take away that she did it.

while musashi is… i mean, in her own (dub) words, mean and nasty and evil, the way she acts in this episode seems cruel even for her. there’s an insecurity in demanding kojiro throw the match–isn’t it much more logical for musashi to believe she’s indestructible? for her confidence to be her failing? while she is definitely not beyond outright denouncing kojiro’s feelings for her own personal benefit, she also loves and respects him. sometimes she gets an idea in her head and gets carried away, but there is just something about how far she takes it in this episode that really bothers me.

kojiro’s reaction to it, i think, is what hurts the most. he really loves royal mask, it’s a plot thread we follow over the course of the series. he’s the mc at several events, owns signed merch, and is frequently seen blushing & crying over the dude. we’re a lot more invested in kojiro’s feelings on this matter than we are on musashi’s. we know how much it means to him, and we have to watch her shatter it and him just… blindly accept that. people view kojiro as a doormat but just as often as he’s a doormat, he’s also prone to pretty explosive anger at times. him just… accepting musashi steamrolling his dreams seems just as ooc as her thinking to do that.

he just deflates. it’s hard to watch. and then she yells at him for that, too. like he’s disrespecting her with his absolutely justified reaction to the shitty thing she’s done to him, someone she supposedly considers a dear friend.

the episode just really plays kick the dog with kojiro from that point on, too

of all my complaints, this is the biggest one. im happy the narrative punishes musashi for all of this by making her lose, and she does apologize in her own way in the next episode (by buying him a coffee and cheering him up after his loss–gifts are how musashi says i love you and thank you and i’m sorry when she’s often too proud to say it outright.) and i think my frustration is just that i feel… cheated.

beyond that, the battle itself makes little sense. its hidoide vs. sonansu (/wobbuffet). unless you make use of a strategy, you don’t outlast a sonansu. raw power does not hold against something that will always hit you twice as hard as you hit it. i realized on a rewatch that they kinda have hidoide dodge the counters, but it’s so subtle and uninspired. she’s a poison type, poison is one of the best ways to get rid of a sonansu on the field–toxic stall it!!!! make use of your speed! use some anime bullshit and use moves in unconventional ways! but nah, none of that. hidoide is just stronger because of The Power Of Love.

PETTY CONCERNS:

musashi and kojiro are named for musashi miyamoto and kojiro sasaki, two historical japanese swordsmen who are best known for their duel against one another on the kanmon straits near moji and shimonoseki. ganryu island, where they had this duel, is named after sasaki kojiro and the style he fought in. there are statues of them erected there, locked in that battle forever.

this battle is legendary and many details of it, whether historically accurate or not, have been passed down orally until they became legend. the most commonly cited detail speaks of how musashi showed up to the duel late (a tactic he used often and cited in his book, the book of five rings, as a psychological tactic to unnerve the enemy) with a wooden, oversized bokken sword that he had whittled out of one of the fucking paddles he used to get his goddamn boat there. kojiro was like “what the fuck, is this a joke” because a motherfucker was coming at him with a wooden sword. musashi then proceeded to blind kojiro’s ass with the sun as it set behind him and killed the motherfucker. with his wooden sword.

to this day historians are debating if musashi miyamoto’s true intent in showing up that late was to ensure the sun was setting behind him. you know why cowboys have duels at high noon? probably because of musashi’s shifty ass.

pokeani hasn’t forgotten the origin of these characters and their names, because as recent as a year or so ago, musashi had a battle with satoshi that ended like this:

anyways i waited TWENTY FUCKING YEARS for musashi and kojiro pokeani to have a legit fucking battle (they have never battled with stakes before. every battle they’ve had has been over, like, the last snack in the pantry or who’s getting credit w/ sakaki (/giovanni) for the pikachu-napping plan that week) so i could see how the fuck the pokeani writers would reference THEIR GODDAMN NAMESAKES and do you want to know what the answer was???????????

they didn’t.

nothing. zilch. nada. just a regular ass battle with no cool historical nerd shit within. not even a cute little wink and nod.

whats that word i used earlier? ah, yes. “cheated.”

to rub salt in the wound, the episode is called “Musashi v. Kojiro – The Battlefield of Truth and Love” they are literally the focus of the title of the episode.

their battle lasts three minutes.

im running out of steam for how angry this episode made me but suffice to say this fixit fic is. 5k and growing by the minute.

#wendy rambles #sm #sm131 #chepsi #wendy answers #wendy rants

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perriereigns · 4 years

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Do You Think About Us (Perrie Edwards x Kofi Kingston)

DESCRIPTION: With Alex constantly hinting at the media that he wants to propose, Perrie's anxiousness around him rises. What the media didn't know was that he had a raging temper, and although they both knew he'd never hurt her, she knew that she deserved better.

Despite her personal life dilemma, Little Mix has been asked to preform 'Woman's World" at WrestleMania 35, where the blonde makes an unlikely ally.

The timelines are a little different also. The LM5 tour finishes in early 2020 and WrestleMania 35 takes place in 2020 (a year late) so it'll fit into the storyline.

THIS IS IN NO WAY HATE TO ALEX!! I LITERALLY ADORE HIM AND PERRIE TOGETHER, BUT I WANTED TO CROSS MY FAVOURITE ARTIST AND WRESTLER INTO A STORY. NONE OF THIS IS REAL. ITS A STORY.

Chapter One: thou shall be faithful and honest

Getting ready for her date, Perrie strapped on her black heels, sprayed her floral perfume and shoved her phone into her pocket, walking downstairs to meet up with her boyfriend, no one other than Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain. She was happy, for the most part. Life did get in the way sometimes, but as long as she had time to smile and snuggle with Hatchi, her Pomeranian pooch, she decided that nothing else mattered.

"You're wearing that to a restaurant?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. He was wearing jeans, a t shirt and a jacket. Much more dressed down than the singer, who rocked a red lacy bodysuit and matching trousers.

"I'm in the public eye. It's basically my job to look good and to step outside the box with what I wear. I love this outfit, too." She replied. She said it so casually that not even she realised how blasé she sounded.

"Everyone's going to be looking at you in that." He said, sarcasm coating his words. She'd have to be careful here. He'd usually use this tone with her before charging into an angry argument with her. She was conflicted to stick up for herself. Would she stand up for herself or would she try and avoid the shouting?

"Can't we just go now?" She decided to ask, looking down and tapping her long nails together.

"'Cant we just go? Are you kidding me? I'm the only person that should be seeing you like that! What the hell were you thinking about when you picked that outfit? How typical of you to dress like a whore on our date!"

"I'm sorry,"

"What was that, Perrie?"

"I'm sorry, Alex. I really am." Tears gleamed in the Geordie's sky blue eyes.

"No, no, no, baby don't cry." He rushed to her side, holding her face delicately, wiping her tears away carefully, as to not ruin her makeup.

"Please, baby, don't cry. I love you, Perrie. Okay? I really am sorry. It's just... whenever you dress like that it makes me so mad because the thought of other men looking at you the way that I do makes me sick. It makes me want to hurt the men that look at you the way that no one but me should. I really love you, Perrie."

I've got one word for you:

Brainwashed.

Perrie looked at her boyfriend, tears gone, her eyes sunny instead of stormy. "I love you, too, Alex. I love you so much."

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candle-light-writings · 5 years

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New Art Store

Colossus x Reader

Summary: You work at an art store that has opened recently, and you first meet Piotr there.

Word count: 1,600+

A/N: Ahhh my first post! I’m really nervous about posting this, but I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave some feedback.

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It was another day of mindless, easy work. The art store you work at is quite small, as it’s a new business and opened a few months ago, but it’s welcoming. You just needed a job to pay off student loans, and earn extra money for future retail therapy, so you were able to land a job here. From there, you’ve have been working here since day one.

Other than that, you also have your freelance work. It can be tiring, but nonetheless, you enjoy it. Being surrounded by the large variety of art media, materials, and books keeps you motivated to make art, and most importantly, from hating your job.

You were the first and only employee in for the morning, and it could not have been any easier. All you had to do was pack a few orders that were made online and make sure everything was stocked on the shelves. Knowing it would be a quiet morning - as the regular customers come in around afternoon - you decided to get started with the first task of packing orders.

You were taking your time with the task, until you heard the door bell chime. Huh, it’s a bit too early for people coming in, but what the heck. You went to see the person who came in. For the first time in your life, you have never felt so intimidated and confused, until now. The man, who was standing at the front door, was looking around the store, and judging by his face, he already looked lost. Aside from that, his giant, muscular frame caught you off guard, causing you to become so shocked, and slightly scared. How could a guy like him be in a shop like this? Was he just getting into art? You’ve never seen him around before. You approached him and tried to greet him, but to no avail, words failed you - you couldn’t even say a simple hi, how are you? and you were left with your mouth slightly open. Mentally scolding yourself, you were to quick to regain your composure and asked, “Are you alright, sir?”

The man took notice of you, and you took the chance to just absorb his figure in more detail. From his square jaw, blue eyes, and black slick-back hair (and, wow, that thick neck) you had to admit, you thought he was handsome. He must be some wrestler or body-builder. While you were now admiring his build, he cleared his throat, smiled sheepishly then answered in a thick Russian accent, “I was wondering where you keep all the painting materials.” Once again, you had to take a few seconds to register how soothing his voice is. When you get home, you had to give yourself a pep talk on not being easily infatuated. Other than that, he was definitely new here.

You showed the man where the painting supplies are. “If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.” You said. In response he replied with, “Of course, thank you.”

You went back to packing the ordered items, finishing up the first one within a few minutes. Nobody came in throughout the morning, leaving you with that man. Speaking of him, while you were taking a look at the next order, you never heard any movement from him. Confused, and convinced that he never left(because you never heard the door bell), you went to see if he was still in the painting aisle. And there he was. Standing exactly where you last left him.

He was looking at the same paints, but he was frowning. Did he not like what the shop was offering? Sure it was small, and not that popular, you made sure that the best were in stock. Perhaps he’s a beginner, and maybe you should offer some advice. Maybe he just can’t decide which brand to choose from. Anyways, you were growing concerned at how indecisive he’s been for the last five minutes.

You didn’t even know whether to leave him be (believing he’ll pick whatever and go) or not. You decided to take the latter. “Uh...uh, sir?” You squeaked. God he looked so intimidating at this state. He blinked then turned his attention to you, then smiled sheepishly. You were able to relax as you thought he probably didn’t want to bother you. “Would you like some help?” You asked. He paused, then smiled and nodded, bashfully. “Yes, please. Uh, very much.”

You came to him and surveyed what paints he was looking at. Racks of oil paint tubes organised by brands from lightest to darkest from around the colour wheel. They were also organised by the amount of paint each had. “I don’t think you no longer have what I’m looking for.” He said, pointing at an empty rack where it was supposed to hold large titanium white paints. It’s a popular item.

Taking another look at him, he smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head. Poor guy, you thought, he should’ve asked you instead of standing there and wasting time. “I’ll go look if we have some more. Just wait a moment, if you don’t mind.” You said. He nodded and you left him to go to the storeroom to find if there was more in stock. Luckily, there was.

You came back carrying a whole box of titanium white, worth weighing more you can barely carry. He saw you trying to make it to the counter and rushed towards you to carry the package. “Bozhe moi, you’ll hurt yourself.” He murmured, placing the box on the counter. “Thanks,” You exhaled, regaining your breath. You began to feel sore in your arms, but that didn’t bother you. “Don’t worry about me.” You assured him, but he looked worried. It was thoughtful of him to care, but really, you were fine. So you changed the topic instead.

“We had more, except I haven’t shelved them yet. My bad.” You apologised and opened the box, revealing a fresh supply of clean, large white paint tubes.

“This what you wanted, right?” You asked, to which he nodded in response. “Just two, please.” He added. “Great,” You grabbed the amount he asked for then set the box on the floor, as a reminder to shelve them after you serve this man. “Is there anything else you need? Sometimes I get customers coming back in and it’s kinda embarrassing for them.” You laughed lightly, and he did too. You took note on how... lovely, his laugh was. For a big guy like him, he was so gentle and kind, and that made you want to know more about him. You found him so friendly and approachable.

“No, that is all I want.” He said, bringing you back to reality.

After he paid for the paints and thanked you, he took another view of the store. “This is a very nice shop. I wonder how I’ve never seen this before.” He said, almost to himself. You shrugged, but smiled a little. “It’s still new. We opened a few months ago, but honestly, I don’t think there’s anything special about this place. It’s just another art store.” You realised your mistake of being too honest and thinking that it’s bad for the business. You were just used to having open conversations with customers because you believed that having a mutual relationship with them will make them come back and build a positive reputation. Besides, he didn’t seem to care.

“It’s a good place to open here. I won’t have to travel far anymore.” He joked, and you laughed because it was true for you.

“Yeah, I see where you’re coming from. It can be annoying when you just wanted something small, like paint.” You pointed at the small bag containing the items he purchased.

The two of you spent some more time chatting about art related things from advice, how long you’ve been making art, and sharing favourite art forms. The more you talked to him about these things, you wanted to see his artworks. However, you realised how much time has passed and apologised.

“You must be in a rush, I’m so sorry!” You said as panic started to build up in you. You also realised how much you’ve opened up to this man. Both of you are total strangers, but it was so easy to form a friendship with just one thing in common. You also felt like you could trust him.

He remained calm and patted your shoulder gently. “Nyet, it’s alright. I’m in no hurry, but I should get going though.” He reached out his free hand to you, offering a quick handshake, which you happily take.

“Pardon my terrible manners, I should’ve introduced myself before. I’m Piotr, but Pete may be easier for you.” He grinned. Goodness, his manners were way too far from terrible. He was a true gentleman, and you were growing fond of him.

“Nice to meet you, Piotr,” Your attempt at pronouncing his name made him laugh light heartedly, in a not bad manner. “I’m ________, and it was nice meeting you. I hope you’ll come by again.” You grinned as you let go of his hand.

“I believe I will. I’m starting to think that this might be my new favourite shop. See you again.” He said, then left the store.

From that experience, both of you knew that your friendship will continue to grow from there. Maybe to something more. Thinking about this made you slap yourself. “Get it together, _______, you just met him.” You hissed at yourself. You sighed, because honestly, you couldn’t wait to see him again.

It’s funny how art can literally bring people together.

#colossus x reader #colossus imagine #piotr rasputin x reader #piotr x reader #colossus #piotr rasputin #when i found out that he was an artist i just...

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bensdump · 5 years

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you think you’re some kind of troll wrestler | knj hp au

∷ Namjoon didn’t like you at all; he especially didn’t like you after you wound up getting him in a detention session that was held in the Forbidden Forest. You may be a Hufflepuff, but he hasn’t seen any of your kindness or loyalty yet.

Namjoon x Reader

Words: 4,220

∵ Fluff

∵ hp au … e2l au

“I’m totally stabbing you in mind right now, and the amount of satisfaction I’m getting from it is scary,“ you rolled your eyes at the Ravenclaw and his negativity.

“We’re going into the Forbidden Forest- take advantage of this opportunity!” You gestured with wide arms and an even wider smile.

Namjoon paused with a very unamused look on his face, stopping on the steps down to Hagrid’s hut. You stop after you realised he wasn’t following you and turned to see his blank face and ignored him again as you stumbled down the steps. As you made your way further towards the hut the smell of damp grass and fresh vegetables filled your nostrils. The earthy, damp smell was your favourite as it somehow made you feel content and at home.

“This is all your fault, I hope you know that?” you heard Namjoon shout, not too far behind you.

You countered with, “it was your potion.”

“That you spiked with Billywig Sting to make our teacher float!”

Walking backwards you shrugged your arms at him, “all in good fun,” you were nearly at the door whereas Namjoon was still clumsily wobbling down the steps.

Crashing, squawks and mumbles were heard from inside the welcoming and comfortable hut, a smile graced your lips at the thought of your favourite professor sitting inside.

A strong presence bumped against your shoulder as you realised Namjoon has found himself next to you at the front door, hugging himself to protect him from cold biting at his cheeks and turning them red. The two of you were clear polar opposites as you had your arms out, taking the winds foul embrace and smiling at it. That was the only thing Namjoon found bearable, your smile, which was incredibly bright and infectious.

You leaned forward and gave three loud knocks so Hagrid knew who it was. Another few crashes resounded from the hut and it only hit you now, you were in for a long night.

The reason you and Namjoon were stood outside Hagrid’s home was your fault, as much as you teasingly placed the blame on Namjoon, your potions teacher floating to the top of the classroom was because of your shenanigans. The teacher obviously placed the blame on Namjoon after she had innocently tried his finished potion, but after his whining, you were also sent to detention. Namjoon had been pissing you off that day and as a proud Hufflepuff you thought your tolerance could withstand him showing off, but you were wrong.

A small prank wouldn’t do much harm, right? Wrong. It nearly kills you both. Literally.

Today’s detention would be held in the Forbidden Forest and it was only you, Namjoon, and Hagrid.

“God I hate you.”

“Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual,” you quickly turned from a scowl to a smile as the door opened to reveal Hagrid holding a candle-lit lamp hung on a stick.

“The two of yous’ ready?”

“I expected more from yous’. Two sixth year students pulling one on your teacher… thought you were more mature,” Hagrid was walking at a steady pace in front of you and Namjoon and didn’t see the sneers and dirty looks you were throwing at each other. All three of you had been walker further and deeper into the forest, so your teasing -asking if he was scared- only grew more irritating to Namjoon. His short response of a hushed, “shut up,” was more than enough to convince you he was shitting bricks. Not like you weren’t either.

“May I ask where we are going?” you spoke up for the first time since walking through here.

“No, you may not. This a detention, so behave and shut your mouths,” Hagrid turned to point a finger and swivel back to continue walking. You sighed, this didn’t help calm your nerves in any way, “and don’t think I haven’t seen you two glaring at each other this whole time,” Instead of sharing a glowering look, you and Namjoon looked into each other’s surprised eyes, wondering what else he had caught onto when you two hadn’t noticed.

After walking for a few more minutes, Hagrid had led you onto a somewhat clear walkway with ditches and trees surrounding either side of the path. The most terrifying part of the Forbidden Forest -in your opinion- was the noises. The rustling of leaves, breaking of branches, and howls from unknown animals caused you to fall into the closest source of comfort, which by chance, was Namjoon. To Namjoon, the only strange thing going on in this forest tonight was the fact that he let you grab onto his robes and snuggle closer, and he put an arm around you, exceedingly scared himself.

When you imagined Namjoon’s arm around you for the first time, it was not in these circumstances- you thought he would be putting you in a headlock or something else abusive. But it felt… nice.

“I was hoping we would run into some Thestrals, but I don’t think they like the new company,” you were slightly disappointed, not that you would’ve been able to see them anyway, but still.

So you just continued walking, Hagrid was hoping he would’ve run into some creatures by now, but there was nothing in sight. The thought crossed his mind that there might be some sort of disturbance in the forest as it is not normally this bare. You and Namjoon however, were still shaken up and clutching onto one another now. It was scary that Hagrid’s lantern’s light didn’t stretch further into the darkness and reveal more to you, but you knew it was pointless being scared as Hagrid wasn’t at all afraid- you knew to really start panicking when his steps faltered. But when you saw Hagrid stop and look around, alert; your heart jumped and your throat closed up.

You had no idea what he was looking around in the forest for as everything was blocked out by your mess of a mind and Namjoon’s fast-paced heartbeat.

“Did ya hear that?” Hagrid held out an arm as a protective barrier for you and Namjoon and continued surveying the forest.

“No…?” Namjoon answered in a shaky voice and pulled you closer as he felt you shivering.

“Nah, I’m probably imagining it,” Hagrid ever so casually waved it off with a chuckle and continued walking as if it was nothing- made you think he was just doing it to scare you.

You shuddered and continued to pace it behind Hagrid, trying your hardest not to be left behind.

It felt as if you had been walking for days when instead, it was probably just an hour. Things had calmed down considerably, so now you and Namjoon have pulled apart from each other. When you two had realised how long you were hugging each other in fear, you both pulled away immediately with fake gagging and retching sounds falling from both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

“Will you two pack it in,” Hagrid had heard small argumentative mummers from behind and turned to scold you both for what felt like the hundredth time, “I’m trying to listen.”

“For what?” You were immediately shut down with a ‘shush’. Hagrid was looking around the forest again, but this time he wasn’t brushing over it and saying it was nothing.

From the left side of your ear, you heard a twig snap and a low, barely unintelligible gurgle follow after it. All of your heads turned to that direction and Hagrid was the first to speak up.

“I’m going to go check that out, you two stay right here with the light, no moving from this point.”

“Aren’t you supposed to stay with us and not split up?”

“Stay. Here,” neither of you asked any more questions as Hagrid went off the path, down into the ditch, and into the trees in search of the unfamiliar sound.

Turning back to look at the dawning of the light, you noticed that you were alone in a forest with the person who hated your guts. Namjoon thought the same exact thing.

“You know,” Namjoon paused, waiting for you to look up from the ground to stare at him, “this is all your fault.”

You only got so defensive because this was the first thing he has said and because he was right, “well you were annoying and showing off, I had to pull that prank and put you in your place,” you spat at him from where you were curled up on the ground and turned away by resting your head on your knees, hugging your legs closer.

“Put me in my place? Y/N, are you kidding me?” After Namjoon let the words drip from his mouth with poison the argument to end all other arguments began. You weren’t sure how long it lasted, but it made you forget that Hagrid had been gone for more than 20 minutes now. Both of you shouting insults at each other that just grew more hurtful as time passed. You were both unaware your shouting was giving away your position to creatures that accommodated this forest.

It was getting rather heated so Namjoon started throwing rather touchy subjects in your face, “why do you always have to be the class clown Y/N! Why do you do it really? You just do it for attention or something?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow, not knowing where he was going with this, but he knew it wouldn’t be good, “or is it because you’re scared. You’re trying to distract everyone else from what you really are, painting an image of being the ‘class clown’ or 'prankster’ over your already covered canvas. You’re scared of what they will call you.”

“And what is that I’m trying to distract them from Namjoon?” you knew what he was going to say, but you hoped he wouldn’t. You didn’t think he really hated you this much.

“A filthy Mudblood.”

Enough was enough. You couldn’t listen to him anymore, let alone be within 5 feet of him, so you started storming away over to the left side of the path. You were a Muggle-born witch -most people didn’t know this- but you were proud of it. When you heard him call you that it flipped some switch inside you.

The regretful words left Namjoons lips and he wasn’t sure why he said them in the first place. He had nothing against you in that sense, at all. An apology on the tip of his tongue, but as he watched you storm off it came out as a curse. Namjoon took three seconds to decide if he should leave the safe point and go after you. It wasn’t much of a decision, he couldn’t let you walk on your own, so he pushed back his fears and went after you.

You were speed walking past the shrubbery and were getting through it rather fast. You heard the rustling of other plants behind you, signally Namjoon was close on your tail- you sped up.

“Y/N wait! I don’t know why I said that!” His words made you stop in your tracks and directly face him, with the biggest scowl you could muster.

“Then why did you say it!” Namjoon knew to keep a distance as you spat at him.

“I don’t know! I was in the heat of the argument and let words I didn’t mean slip. I really didn’t mean it, I promise,” for some reason he was pleading. This was his chance for you to ignore him for the rest of your existence, but he wasn’t taking it, “please just come back to the lantern.”

Namjoon wasn’t a bad guy, and you knew that. He probably didn’t mean it, but he still said it and thought it. Walking around the forest alone was definitely dangerous so you complied with a huff and started walking towards him.

“Are you mad at me?” It surprised you how quick he caught onto your huff.

“Why do you care? Thought you would be overjoyed I was annoyed and not talking to you,” it was Namjoon’s turn to huff as he looked at the ground, trying to gather a little bit of courage to say he actually really liked your company.

He was ready to face you as he glanced up from the ground, his solace expression turned to one of pure horror as he looking at something behind you.

“Namjoon? What?” You asked confused as you twisted your upper body to look behind you.

The first thing that greeted you was the smell, absolutely horrific. It smelt like someone’s bad breath had passed through and onion and landed in a pile of shit. The second thing you noticed was the sound. It seemed to be making a grunting noise that sounded as if it was blocked by a cold. And lastly, you observed the size and shape. Big, fat and green. They were the only three things you needed to say.

Scrolling your eyes up from the nobly knees, to the protruding stomach, and then finally the tiny head. Eyes wide and never leaving the dumb expression it had on its face.

It was a troll. A fucking troll.

“Let’s go Y/N!” Namjoon was the first one to be knocked out of the daze and grabbed your hand to drag you back to the path- the last one to come to the senses was obviously the troll.

You didn’t realise how far you had stormed off until you ran the way back, heaving your chest up and down as you tried pumping your arms faster for the extra push.

Glimpses of a bright light and a large figure standing next to it came into view and you screamed to it.

“Hagrid! We need to go!” As you both approach the tall but angry man you were leaning over your knees, panting and deciding to try running a little more.

“I thought I told you two to stay here while I was gone!”

“Hagrid there-” Namjoon paused as he still hadn’t caught his breath, “there’s-” he was panting too much to finish his sentence.

“Spit it out boy,” Hagrid became panicked at how worked up you two were.

“Over there-” Namjoon lamely pointed towards the left side, “there is a-”

“Troll,” you squeaked from between them, the only one who had a full view of the left side of the path and the troll ripping a tree from the ground and throwing it at you all.

You had never reacted so fast as you grabbed your wand and shouted the first spell that came to mind, “Reducto!” You slashed your wand at the incoming tree and watched it explode into pieces in front of you.

Realising that the scrap pieces of wood would collide into you, Namjoon -without thinking- quickly protected you from the incoming pressure by wrapping himself around you and pushing your head downwards. Hagrid did the same by covering both of you and facing backwards to the debris.

It impacted with Hagrid’s back and even you felt how strong the collision was and felt bad Hagrid took the brute of it.

Pulling away, Hagrid was unsure of what to do, but once you had got over the initial shock that there was a troll in front of you and Namjoon had acted like a human shield, you grabbed onto your wand tighter and with a determined look on your face, stepped forward.

You didn’t want to kill the troll, just knock him out, or get him to the fall and keep him there. This wouldn’t be a duel or anything, this opponent was definitely unworthy so you were hoping this would be quick.

You tried to use the summoning charm and knock branches, wood, anything into his head to knock him out, but it wasn’t working and he was getting uncomfortably close as he kept throwing random objects at you. Dodging everything he was throwing your way, you began to feel a worn out.

The troll was only a few steps away from you when the idea popped into your head.

“Incarcerous!” You pointed your wand at the troll’s ankles and watched as thick cables flew from out of your wand and wrapped around the green ankles before you. It was slow, but you saw the realisation on the troll’s face as he tried to take another step towards you but gradually fell forwards. About to completely squish you.

Falling backwards in panic, you didn’t know what to do as you saw how slowly the troll was about to collapse onto you.

Watching the scene unfold from afar, Namjoon sprung into action. Sliding down the ditch, running to you, lying down and placing an arm in front of your body he exclaimed, “Arresto Momentum!”

The velocity of the troll came to a halt and he was stuck in place, face only a few centimetres above yours and Namjoon’s.

Everything became quiet and your pants of panic filled it. Namjoon twisted his head to look back at you, “you alright? Am I squishing you?” Namjoon only realised half of his body was on top of yours.

“Thank you-” you were interrupted as you watched drool from the troll’s mouth slobber onto Namjoons cheek and you had to conceal your laugh. He was utterly disgusted and it showed on his face like he had just eaten a sour sweet, but he stayed put, not moving as he relentlessly protected you from the approaching slobber. You gave him a genuine smile and he was glad he caught it before-

“Alright come on you two,” Hagrid came out of nowhere and dragged you out from under the troll’s face.

Standing up and brushing yourself off, you watched Namjoon let the troll fall into the dirt and rub off the slobber from his cheek, sticking his tongue out in obvious hatred. It made you laugh, but you stopped as soon as you saw he was about to throw some on you too.

“This is not what you’re supposed to do on detentions,” Hagrid chuckled, “God, Y/N, what are you? You think you’re some kind of troll wrestler?”

It was late when you arrived back- you weren’t sure what Hagrid was going to do about the troll and you didn’t want to think about it.

You and Namjoon were walking through the halls, trying to get back to your different common rooms in one piece and staying in a comfortable silence. As you approached the staircases, you knew this was where you had to separate, so you gave him a weak smile and wave and turned away. After tonight you saw the sides of Namjoon you always wished to see. Just seeing his show-y off-y and cocky personality was getting boring and you felt as if you two had grown just a little closer. Even if he said the worst thing he could say to you, he made up for it by basically saving your life.

“Hang on Y/N,” Namjoon’s voice made you stop and turn back to him, anticipating his next words, “I wanted to say thank you as well you know… you stopped that incoming tree and stuff…” it was quiet, but you heard all of it through his pout and it made you giggle.

“I’m also still sorry about those things I said. You know I… I actually like being around you most of the time,” your smile grew wider.

“Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual,” staring at the ground, Namjoon laughed at the contrast of your words from the start of the night till now. He looked up after his breathy laugh to see your puckered smile and he felt content just staring at you for a while, forgetting that he literally said he wanted to stab you today.

It was always the small things Namjoon did that flipped a switch in you; this time it was him staring at you. Your soft smile faded once you see how close he is and how he is looking at you. It was weird as you became nervous as you also got closer. You hoped he was thinking the same thing as you, otherwise, this will be really awkward.

Your doubts were proven wrong as a stray hand grabs ahold of your chin and tilts it upwards.

“Push me away if you don’t want me to do this as I really can’t read you sometimes,” you just nodded at him but you both jumped slightly when you felt the stairs begin to move.

“Namjoon the stairs…” you trailed off as he kept saying 'uh huh’ and leaned forward, not really caring about the stairs.

He leaned in so close and briefly paused before just going for it and pressing his lips onto yours. It didn’t feel weird like you thought it would and you kissed him back. That was all he needed to keep going.

The kiss wasn’t deep or rushed. It was slow and sweet as you both kept going in for more and added a few pecks here and there. It lasted a lot longer than you thought and after a while, you felt a small spark of fire ignite inside your stomach.

As you both pulled away you kept your eyes closed and stayed put as if you were asking for more or just waiting for it to sink in. Namjoon opened his eyes and saw you; he couldn’t help but laugh at it. You hear him laugh and open your eyes and feel your cheeks turn a beet red. When you stepped back while giddily laughing you noticed you had been kissing for the whole time the stairs were changing.

“Well,” you pointed behind you and another breathy laugh came out, “I’ll get going… see you tomorrow?” Namjoon nodded while grinning as he watched you walk down the stairs; he did the same and walked up his own stairs with a huge, beaming smile.

For the first time in ages, you were smiling as you walked to your Potions class. It was all because of a certain someone- your cheeks were starting to hurt you grinning so much.

Opening the door to the classroom and seeing all the students already in their seats jolted your memory that you were extremely late.

“Just sit down Y/N,” you didn’t answer back and went to your seat that was located next to Namjoon. He was watching you walk over with a blank expression, but as soon as you caught his eye he looked back down at his book. It shook your confidence a little but you still sat down cheerfully.

“You really think she would be used to me being late by now,” you tried being lighthearted, but Namjoon wasn’t even looking up at you, and that was more than enough. Fine. He didn’t want to talk to you. Fine by you. You don’t have to talk to him either.

Finally, the class was over. Namjoon didn’t look your way the whole time and neither did you. Him ignoring you hurt a little more than you thought it would- maybe it wasn’t just a kiss for you?

You groaned and grabbed your things before getting out of the classroom as fast as possible. You thought maybe something had changed, but it didn’t, and it hurt more than you would like to admit.

The only time Namjoon looked up for the whole of the class was to watch you storm away from him again.

He really wasn’t good at this. It took him three seconds to decide if he wanted to go after you again. It wasn’t really a decision, he was already out the door before he got to three. He really didn’t know what to tell you this time, as he didn’t even know why he ignored you. It was stupid of him to do that after last night, and he wasn’t sure if you would forgive him.

Just as you were about to turn the corner of the hallway, you were pulled back by your wrist. It was Namjoon.

‘Ignore him,’ you thought, but you really couldn’t rip your arm away from him; you just looked at him with a negligent stare.

“Okay, I thought I could explain myself about why I brutally ignored you throughout class after last night, but I’m not really sure myself,” you sighed and threw your hands up in frustration, “Y/N I really don’t know what’s going on. Less than twenty-four hours ago we wanted to rip each other’s throats out, but now I just want to stick my tongue down yours.”

“Romantic,” you look unimpressed, but you wanted to laugh.

“It’s a weird change and I think I just got really nervous around you and didn’t know how to act. Do I still annoy you or not? Do I have to act super nice because we’re- wait what are we-”

“Namjoon, do you want to start over?” Namjoon released a sigh of relief and bowed his head. Looking up at you with pleading eyes, “so you forgive me? We can just go from the beginning again?”

“Yes,” you had to smile; you weren’t at all happy with him, but maybe a start over would be better.

“Okay… I’m Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you,” he held his hand out for you, and you gladly accept his handshake that the smooth bastard somehow turned into a soft kiss.

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Where the sun sets in a perfect sky - Billy Hargrove

Synopsis: Billy’s less sad. (Y/N)’s kinda happy. California feels like home and the salty ocean air makes teenagers horny.

A/N: This is part two to this imagine. There’s borderline smut in here but I marked the start and end if it so if that’s not your thing you can skip it. Please let me know if you want more of these two because I do have a lot more ideas for their story.

Tell me secrets, 'cause I know you're scared And you dream of California, tonight If you wait up, I could meet you there And we could be in California tonight When everything that I can see Goes dark I feel you here with me And I, I'm holding on to you When shadows try to swallow me You're the only light I'll ever need And I, I'm holding on to you

“ I remember this one time when my dad took me on a trip to San Francisco and we had ice cream and sodas and we were standing there watching out onto the bay and I saw a fin reaching out of the water for a mere second. I was so sure it was a mermaid. Like in my tiny childhood brain it was the only logical conclusion. It didn’t even occur to me that it was most likely a seal. I was so passionately convinced that I had just seen a mermaid. From that moment on I wanted to be a mermaid myself. We had a little pool in our backyard and all I did all day that summer, was swim and dive and splash around. Because that’s all I wanted to be with my heart and soul. I don’t remember if I knew that mermaids aren't real and just wanted to stay blissfully ignorant or if I honestly believed in it and just allowed myself to feel the magic. I wish I could feel this passionate about something now. Like — back then my dream was to become a mythical creature from a fairy tale. Now my biggest goal is to survive high school and not drown in my own stupid teenage-despair. Isn’t that kind of — kind of sad ? “

Billy is looking out at the waves as she talks. There’s something about California that makes him feel lighter, warmer, like the world is still shit but it’s wrapped in a veil of familiarity and comfort. This is home and his heart is still heavy and mind is still racing but this is home.

When he doesn’t react, (Y/N) speaks up again.

“ What did you want to be ? “

Loved, he thinks. He doesn’t say that though.

“ A racecar driver. A musician. A wrestler. A tv host. A pirate “

“ You’d be a good pirate “

“ Thanks “ he thinks so too. He suits eyeliner and earrings.

“ Not a basketball player ? “

“ No “

“ Why not ? “

He’s never told this to anyone. But (Y/N) isn’t just anyone. She’s the girl he had one conversation with. The girl that understands. The girl that took all her savings and packed her bags in one night to take a flight to California with him. She’s (Y/N).

“ I hate basketball. I’m just good at it. Being good at something means succeeding, means having something to tell my dad about. Means I get a pat on the back. It’s one of the few times his hand doesn’t leave a mark. “

For a moment (Y/N) resorts to letting the warm sand run through her fingers, carefully considering the words she’s about to speak.

“ You do it because you’re good at it but you also hate it ? Doesn’t that make you — I don’t know. Doesn’t it make you feel miserable ? “

“ It makes me angry “

She softly places her head on his shoulder “ I am angry too “

“ Why ? “

“ Because I don’t know who I am “

That is something Billy never would’ve expected. The girl with the pink fur coat, the personality so loud and so unapologetically herself, doesn’t know who she is.

“ What’s that supposed to mean ? “

He can feel her soft skin on his shoulder, the fan of her lashes as she closes her eyes for a moment. Billy doesn’t think anything has ever felt this intimate in all his life. Not the sex with girls at school, not the kisses from the few girlfriends he’s had back here in California. Nothing.

“ When my parents died, everything changed. People’s perception of me changed. I was expected to either go down the wrong path and become a horrible person who blames their terrible behavior on their tragic life story. Or I was gonna become this saint of a person who takes strength from their struggles and the obstacles life throws their way. And it’s like — people who don’t experience a loss like I did, like you did, they don’t get it. Life doesn’t go one of two ways. Life just becomes this tangled web of good days and bad days and I don’t know how to navigate my own feelings, how am I supposed to deal with people’s expectations of how I’m meant to grief ? Does this make sense ? I feel like I’m talking gibberish. “

It doesn’t make sense but he understands perfectly.

“ When I cry or lash out or get angry, people will think I am having a meltdown and can’t deal with my shit. When I don’t cry people will think I’m heartless. I can’t win. It’s bad enough everyone thinks I’m weird already. I just — I’m trying. And that makes me angry. Having to police my grief so I don’t upset anyone. Having to restrain my personality so I don’t get perceived in a way that I don’t want to be perceived. The fact that I even care makes me the most angry “

He places a kiss on her head. She smells like the ocean air already. He thinks this is his favourite scent of all time. Her. Her and home.

“ How do you deal with your anger ? “

“ I fuck people I don’t love and hope the endorphins kill the pain for a while. You ? “

“ I destroy stuff “

“ That’s not healthy “

He just nods.

There’s no judgement here where usually that’s all there would be. If they weren’t who they are. If it were someone else. But they both get it and they know neither of them is in a position to judge.

“ Why people you don’t love ? “

“ Because It’s different. It doesn’t mean anything. “

“ Have you ever fucked someone you love ? “

“ No, you ? “

“ No. “

And they both know then that something’s changed. That there’s an invisible question, an unspoken promise.

He holds her hand as they walk along the waterfront. There’s wind blowing through her hair and her skirt gets blown up a little every once in a while. She’s watching the people go about their day. He’s watching her.

Sometimes things feel right, like this moment. He always thought that love and joy and all that mushy shit from the songs and the movies wasn’t meant for him so he deemed it not worth the effort and tried to forget about it. But now that he gets a glimpse, a spark of what could be, he thinks it’s not so bad.

He grabs her hand tighter, he doesn’t want this feeling to go away. Ever.

“ I gotta show you something “ Billy exclaims and pulls her down a little sideroad.

There’s shops that sell cheap sunglasses and fans and postcards. A seafood store. A burger joint. And the arcade.

Nestled between the arcade and a 7/11 type store, is a shop that looks closed. Looks like it hasn’t been open in years. (Y/N) thinks they might’ve sold what looks like vintage cameras, films and polaroids. Billy holds her by the hand and walks her past the store and around the corner.

There’s a bunch of cutout photo frames, the kind you’d find at the end of a pier. The ones you put your face through and take funny pictures for you family photo album.

“ This is so cool, where are we, Billy ? “

“ When I was a kid my mom used to work here and sometimes when she worked weekends she let me come with her. The owner of this place always put one of the cutouts in front of the store for people to take their picture and then have it developed there. They used to switch out the cutouts every once in awhile and when they weren’t used they were stored here. This alley was closed off then, when the placed closed they opened it up and let the cutouts stand out here to rot away. “

(Y/N) thinks this is adorable. She hasn’t really thought about Billy as a little kid, he’s so cynical and rough. But now, she can just imagine little blonde billy with his big blue eyes playing around here. Pretending to be the people on the cutouts.

“ Which one was your favorite ? The strong man ? “

“ Actually no. I liked the superhero best. And the one with the suit and the tophat “.

“ A gentleman huh ? “

“ Like no other, baby. “

And they laugh. And it feels good.Therapeutic. Like for a little while his heart is less heavy. His head is less crowded. And his anger is gone.

“ There’s one I think you’ll like “

He pulls her along by her hand, past the strong man and the neanderthals and the sailor. In the back there’s a princess and a bride and a sea serpent. And in the middle of them all, like it was placed there specifically just for her. There’s a mermaid there.

“ Today you get to be a mermaid “

She wants to cry and laugh at the same time. To everyone else this would be cute, yes but also not that special. But to her it means everything. Because he cares. He tries. He delivers. With Billy things are reckless and cautious at once. With him everything feels twice as much. Her heart beats twice as fast and she fears that it will hurt twice as much once they have to go back to Hawkins and leave behind the magic that is today. That is California, that is home that is this little bubble they’ve created for themselves.

“ Thank god I brought the polaroid “ she exclaims and fumbles it from her bag, pushing it into Billy’s hand and rushing behind the cutout.

As she puts her head through the hole and becomes a mermaid, there’s a smile spreading on her face that, Billy is sure, can light up the entire city. The entire world. His world for sure.

Never in his life has he felt like his happiness was dependant on someone else. On someone else’s happiness. Now he does. It scares him to his bones but it also makes his heart feel all warm and his tummy all jittery.

This feels too good to be real. Too good to last. He’s scared of the end but he’s too happy to think about that right now.

And so he smiles back. And he’s missed genuinely smiling. He’s missed it so much.

He takes a picture and shakes it then hands it to her, her head still placed in the cutout.

“ You were born to be a mermaid “

“ I agree “ she says, a smile hidden in every word. (Y/N) places the photo in her purse and beckons him closer.

“ You just put a little magic back in my life “ she says and he comes closer and closer, and it’s awkward because her face is still stuck through the cutout and there’s a wooden wall around her but he can’t stop now. He doesn’t want to.

Their noses touch, then their lips. It’s gentle and slow but filled with a desire they can feel all around them. The desire that’s been there since their first conversation in Hawkins.

When they kiss it’s saliva and tongue and biting lips and breaths mingling and love.

“ I want to fuck you “

She doesn’t think she’s ever had more romantic words spoken to her in all her life.

“ I want to know what it feels like to fuck someone I love. “

She’s pink. The entire fucking motel room is pink. They’ve been given the room that has a straight on view of the neon sign advertising the “ Red Sunset Motel” .

She’s pink. And sweaty. And warm. And so so soft.

Her hands are moving up his torso, over his stomach, his shoulders, his neck. She takes his face in between them and just looks at him for a moment. There’s something in her eyes he can’t place. He doesn’t really want to either. It’s like she sees more in him. So much more than anyone ever did. Than anyone ever bothered looking for.

“ You’re beautiful “

He’s never been called beautiful. Handsome, sure. Sexy, a lot. Hot, all the time. Never beautiful. If anyone else would’ve said it he would’ve felt emasculated. Not with her.

For a lack of anything to respond, he kisses her. There’s a lot he could say, a lot he wants to say, but none of it feels right in this moment. Kissing her does. Nothing’s ever felt more right.

She still smells like the ocean and she tastes like cherry slushie.

There’s a lot of kissing and touching. A lot of soft whispers and deep breaths. He knows that’s gonna change in a minute but he wants it now. Just like this. Like he’s never had it before.

- This is where the “smut” starts -

When she wiggles out of her panties, Billy thinks it’s hilarious. It’s awkward and not like the movies at all. It’s a lot of moving around in weird angles and trying to get it right. They never show that. But they don’t show the blushed cheeks either, the embarrassed glances and the laughs that follow.

He’s never wanted it before. It was all fast and rough and meaningless. A race to get off and get out.

Her skin is warm as he kisses down her body. Her eyes are locked on the ceiling but he’s looking up at her over and over again. He wants to see her, see what he does to her. See that he can make her feel good. Make her forget. Make her stop hurting. Make her cum.

“ Can I lick your pussy “

No one’s ever outright asked her things like this before. So dirty. So raunchy, so vulgar. So hot. She thinks asking for consent is probably the sexiest thing she ever experienced.

She nods. Because who the fuck wouldn’t ?

Every nerve in her body is working on overdrive. There’s goosebumps up and down her arms and with every kiss he places on her it gets more. And more. And more.

And her breath gets heavier and her eyes close and then flutter. And the knot in the lower part of her stomach gets tighter and tighter.

Billy is the first person to do this to her. Other stuff, she’s done that sure, but not this. Her toes curl and her fingers hold onto the bed sheets like her life depends on it. In that moment it really feels like it.

His tongue draws little circles and she’s sure he’s done this before. It just feels so overwhelmingly amazing. There’s no sliver of pain, no hint of anger. Nothing. It’s all tingles and joy and a buzz of adrenaline and happiness.

She has to bite her lips so hard she’s sure she’s drawing blood. There’s no fireworks or stars or butterflies but there is an orgasm that’s shaking her to her bones. That’s making her grab onto Billy’s stupid mullet she adores a little if we’re being honest.

And when she’s calmed down a little he lifts his head and smiles. His smile is fucking great, she decides.

There’s not a sliver of skin Billy doesn’t kiss when he comes back up. When he reaches her lips the kisses get rougher, there’s more tongue, more saliva, more biting and deeper breaths. There’s more urgency. Making her cum has only made him more excited for what's to come.

He loves this girl. This girl who understands in a way he thought no one ever would. The girl who feels so lost and yet she might just be his destination. This girl that’s stumbled into his life during one of the worst times. Who doesn’t take the pain away forever but who gives him something to numb it. To forget about the pain for a while.

There’s some stumbling off of the bed and awkward searching around in his wallet before he finds a condom. The films don’t show this either but it makes for more laughs. And he’s honestly fine with anything that makes her laugh.

The moment he pushes in isn’t magical or special. But when he holds still and she grabs onto his sides and they look at each other breathing deeply, something’s there that’s not been there before.

Her smile is a sign for him to start moving and man does he deliver. (Y/N) swears this boy might just be the death of her. Where he’s learned to move like that, hit just the right spot at just the right speed, she doesn’t know. But he’s good. He’s so so good.

Billy relishes the feelings running through his body. It feels like this is the first time he’s properly experiencing sex. There’s no music blasting through speakers, no concern in the back of his mind about the leather seats of his car, nothing. Just (Y/N) and him.

There’s a need to go faster rougher and by the look on her face she feels it to. So he does that. Goes faster. Harder. Holds onto her tighter. Moves her legs up a little so he can go deeper.

It’s dirty sex. Wild sex. Sex that would make other people jealous. Because it’s also really really good. And it means something to them both that they can’t put into words but it’s there.

Billy holds onto her face and smothers her in a kiss as he comes. He wants her to come first but there’s no holding back for him now. She’s not far behind though. He can feel her tighten, feel her fingers grasp onto him, see her eyes close and there’s a moan that sounds so sexy, so sweet so satisfying. It’s a job well done for him. He wants to give himself a pat on the back but that would be a douchebag move. Steve Harrington does shit like that, probably.

- “smut” ends here -

They’re kissing some more. If this is all he gets to do for the rest of his life, Billy thinks he’ll die a happy man.

Postcoital bliss settles upon the room. Everything is still pink. Everything is still quiet. It’s just them and their breaths and their thumping hearts and those unspoken words that something has changed.

“ I want a house by the ocean “ It’s Billy who speaks up. Something inside him wants to let go. Let it all out and release it into the word. Even if the world is just their tiny pink motel room. Even if the world is only her.

He rolls off of her and settles on his side. His fingers trace along her shoulder, down her arm and back up again before he links them with her hand that’s resting on her stomach.

“ A house by the ocean ? “

“ Yeah, or maybe an apartment. It doesn’t matter. I want to live by the beach though. I wanna have a dog, a big one with lots of fluffy fur. I wanna have a wife and a child or two. I want to — I want to be a good husband. A good father. I want to right all the wrongs that I’ve had to live through “.

(Y/N) can just imagine him in his little blue house by the ocean. No mullet. He’s a little more tan and a little more at ease. His blue eye are happy and he’s cuddling a little child in his arms and he’s — happy. Next time she eats pop rocks she’ll make sure to spend her wish on him. On his future. And maybe, if there’s a wish to spare, she’ll take it for herself and wish to be a part of that future.

“ I don’t wanna leave “

“ The bed ? “ Billy asks and throws her a wink. In that moment she sees a spark of the Billy Hargrove that walks the halls of Hawkins High and scores on the Basketball field. She hasn’t really given him a lot of thought back then. She likes her Billy better but it’s nice to see this side of him up close too.

“ The bubble. I wanna stay in California forever “

He does too. So badly. He doesn’t know if there’s ever been anything he wanted more.

“ Would you freak out if I told you I loved you ? “

“ Are we talking hypothetically ? “

“ Yeah “ he nods “ asking for a friend. “

“ No, I wouldn’t. I’d probably tell you that I love you too. “

“ That’s good to know “

They’re quite for another moment. Not because there isn’t anything to say but because they don’t need to say anything. This silence isn’t asking to be filled with unnecessary commentary.

They just are. Alive. In love. Happy.

And it’s enough for a while.

But good things don't last. They don’t. Not in a world like this, (Y/N) thinks.

There’s a shadow of doubt creeping into the back of her head.

“ Do you think It’s too early for us to feel like this ? Isn’t love supposed to be this special thing that takes time and effort ? It never happens like this in movies. It never happened like this to anyone I know “ .

“ Who says that ? The love-police ? “

She laughs and jokingly slaps his chest “ be serious “.

“ I am. Look — I don’t think there’s a rulebook for this kind of shit. It feels good doesn’t it ? “

“ Very “

“ And it feels right ? “

“ Yes. “

“ And it makes us happy ? “

“ Correct “

“ Why should we let anyone else’s idea of what love’s supposed to be diminish what we have then ? Isn’t that what we’re about ? Fucking everyone else’s perception of things, not giving a shit about their morals and beliefs ? I know I’ve never felt this way about any other person, ever. I don’t give a fuck if it took me two years or two days, all I know is that I am in love with you. With us. With our little world where things are — alright. This, I promise, is not gonna stop once we get back to Hawkins. It’s not gonna be this easy, this light but we’ll figure it out. Because I need you and you need me and we need this. Something to remind us that life is shit but there’s some things that make it all worth it. And also the sex was pretty fucking mind blowing and I wanna do that many more times. “

She knows that he just gave her a love confession Billy Hargrove style if she’s ever heard one and that she should probably answer with words just as heartfelt. She doesn’t though.

“ Wanna go again ? “

“ What kinda question is that ? “

“ So yes ?

“ Fuck yeah “.

Rain is pouring down as they stroll along the beach. Her hair is clinging to her face and Billy looks like a wet poodle, he’s fairly sure. But she wanted to see the beach one last time before they have to leave to catch their flight.

“ You’re gonna get sick “

“ I don’t care “

“ I’m gonna get sick “

“ Don’t be a baby, Billy ! ” she says and smiles at him. He thinks the rain isn’t so bad if she’s smiling.

She’s smiling and twirling and being as a posterchild for weird. Billy loves it.

“ I wanna come back. 5 years from now. I wanna be back here and I wanna be here with you and I wanna be this happy and I wanna — I wanna feel alive and not angry and not hurt. “

Billy takes her face between his hands and brushes away the wet strands of hair that cling to her skin.

“ I’ll be there “

“ Yeah ? “

“ Yeah, I’ll be wherever you want me to be, baby. I’ll follow you anywhere. I think — ah fuck this is cheesy but uh — I think I can be happy wherever you are. “

And he really thinks so. Suddenly Hawkins doesn’t sound so bad if he imagines (Y/N) there. Kissing beneath the bleachers at school, cheering him on during his basketball games, long night drives with pop rocks and Dr. Pepper, sex on the backseat, sex with someone he loves, sharing secrets, sharing fears, and hopes, and dreams. If she’s there maybe life doesn’t have to suck.

His lips meet hers and once again he’s reminded that this isn’t like the movies. Kisses in the pouring rain, stuck in the wet sand of the beach, are hardly romantic. It’s wet and soggy and inconvenient.

But he’ll take every awkward kiss with her over a kiss with anyone else.

“ Whatever happens, we’ll always have California “

And it sounds like a promise coming from her. That things are gonna be good. Happy. That whatever happens, nothing will change what happened on this trip. Nothing will ever be able to make them forget what it felt like to be loved. Nothing will take this away from them.

California is theirs. Now and forever.

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awkwardbluefish · 6 years

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He’s done caring

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A/n- so I really love this story I did and thought you guys may enjoy it! Warning for swearing!

Summary: Tim Drake lets out the anger and betrayal that he’s been bottling up. It’s unexpected to the others. (Who may or may not get a verbal smack down :))

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Tim’s pissed. Bruce is mad and disappointed and he grits his teeth because he’s on his last reserves of patience and tolerance.

Batman is behind him not Bruce because Batman is the best character to tell your child off apparently. Not Bruce the awkward father but Batman. Not Bruce who puts a hand on a shoulder but Batman who grumbles and growls. (Tim always gets Batman)

Tim has had enough of Batman.

The roar of the engine chuffs to a stop and Tims out in a second flat, yanking his stupid cowl off. His steps are fast and silent against the caves dark and cold floor, he walks to his station yanking off peices of his suit off as the others stare.

And really he can’t blame them, the tension could be cut by a knife. That and he’s covered in blood. Nearly died but that’s Jason, remember?

Bruce, no, Batman levels him with a glare that means I’m disappointed as he heads to the others. And would you look at that! With a swish of the dark bellowing cape Batman became Bruce the father who has a hand on Dicks shoulder. The father who pats Jason’s back, the father that ruffles Damian’s hair and the father who smiles at Duke and Cass and isn’t that fair?

Tim scowls because he’s sorry, he’s sorry and it’s not his fault. Never really was was it? Can’t Batman see that? Can’t Bruce?

Because-

I’m sorry I wasn’t groomed to be your perfect heir, that I wasn’t raised in a goddamn tube to be a miniature assassin that tries to kill people on first meeting them. I’m so sorry I’m not a boy who grew up in the circus that is loved and adored by everyone despite breaking a lot of hearts, sorry I don’t seem to shit sunshine’s and lollipops. I’m sorry I ain’t that spunky kid who’s a zombie that stopped killing people. So sorry I’m not an assassin who chose the hero way instead of killing and sorry I’m not a genius hacker who knows everything.

So sorry Bruce, gosh what’s wrong with me? Oh- that’s right! Everything to you!

“Tim.” And would you look at that? It’s Bruce’s face but an underline of Batman. Of course it is.

“What?” He doesn’t bother holding his annoyance in, doesn’t try pulling out the innocence card, I died card, the brat card I’m your favourite card because that wouldn’t work for him.

Because Bruce is going to ask why wasn’t all the information collected? someone’s always asking him for a favour, asking if it’s done, blaming him when it isn’t and he isn’t a fucking robot dammit!

“All the information wasn’t collected.” He states. And he’s Batman, he expects an answer despite it not being a question so Tim shrugs. Watches as his jaw twitches and Tim raises an eyebrow with a smile as he plays with the metal red robin logo. Running bruised knuckles over cold metal completely aware of the audience watching and waiting.

“Tim.” It’s said heavily, tiredly and Tim grins at Bruce. Because the Batman is tired! And Bruce was going to sleep last night while Tim worked his ass off collecting all the information he possibly could despite it being Bruce’s job. And it’s not his fault the drug dealer didn’t follow their own schedule, it really really isn’t. It wasn’t his fault a wrestler affected by Ivy tried to strangle him to death.

It wasn’t a question so he sits on his bench, twirling and twisting the symbol in his hands as Bruce sighs, runs a hand heavily over his face. The others continue to watch, not uttering, not daring, to say a single thing.

“You nearly got yourself killed because you didn’t collect all the information!” Ohh looks like the Batman cracked. The others gasp like it’s a fucking drama show and Tim rolls his eyes because fuck it.

Fuck it all.

“You mean the information you were supposed to collect?” Tim says and watches as Bruce, finally Bruce, falter ever so slightly. Just a second before he’s Batman again with that stupid perfect posture and glower. Bruce has obviously never met Janet Drake before.

“I was busy-“ he’s actually informing Tim of something? Wow that’s a first!

Tim doesn’t care.

“What, sleeping?” Batman’s jaw clenched and Tim can see him wallowing in his own pity. Down his usual depressing spiral.

“So wouldn’t that mean you almost got me killed? Because you didn’t collect all the information? Because you were sleeping?”

Batman can’t apparently speak anymore and isn’t that usual? Faced with a problem that’s his fault and he can’t even get the guts to face it? Tim is so done with Batman. Jaw clenched and lips thin he stays silent like he’s on a covert mission.

Dick steps up.

“Tim that wasn’t necessary.” Soft and gentle like soothing a wild animal. He was a robot before, what’s changed?

Tim ignores him as he fiddles with his symbol again, fingering the bird part. The robin part. Well he’s no longer robin anymore so what’s the point?

“Tt. As if Drake can say anything reasonable in the first place. Imbecile.”

Tim narrows his eyes as Dick sighs in exasperation but in fondness. And it’s it so cute when the little demon talks down at him? Just fucking adorable.

“Timothy!”

“You’ll regret that Drake!”

So he said that out loud, huh?

“Well it’s the truth,” Tim hums as Jason snickers, everyone pays a blind eye to Duke who is walking away. He’s new.

“Apologise to your brother.” Tim blinks as he turns to Bruce, he’s a part of the family now is he? So why is Damian never told off at the constant insults? Or maybe he wasn’t apart of the family then.

“You know Bruce, no.” Silence.

And then Batman’s gliding towards him, glower in his stance and anger in his eyes.

Tim doesn’t care.

“You know what Damian? I don’t regret saying that so deal with it.” Damians never regretted his words so why should Tim? Damian hisses and it’s so cute the way he looks like Bruce right now. Maybe Dicks right Damian can be cute.

Black blocks his view so Tim cranes his neck to look up at the towering furry in front of him. He twirls the disk in his hands again as he smiles sweetly up at Bruce.

“You are currently bleeding all over the bench, we don’t need this right now.” Tim continues as if he hadn’t heard him.

“Do you want to know my biggest regret?” He asks and watches as Cass turns away, she already knows. Damian looks interested, giddily waiting so he can turn it against Tim. Good luck with that brat. Dick puts a hand over a blood covered shoulder and Tim forcefully shrugs it away, ignores the look of hurt.

“Get it over with,” Bruce spits, tired and angry and Tim, well he doesn’t care anymore. He stares at Batman straight in the eye and watches as he stands as tall and still as a iron poll.

“My biggest regret?” Memories flood him, of all his hard work waisted and ignored while others get praised. How Damian and Jason has killed and somehow Tims the bad guy. How easily Dick throws him off and how Bruce praises Cass when she didn’t kill a man. Tim got told he couldn’t be trusted again. Some family.

He shoves the symbol at Bruce’s chest and watches as he stares at it, everyone stares a it. Eyes widen, apologies on the tip of tongues.

Tim doesn’t care.

He laughs and says.

“My biggest regret? My biggest regret Bruce Wayne, is becoming robin.”

— hope it was okay! ——

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hollandroos · 7 years

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Series Of Unfortunate Events [Tom Holland]

Single Dad Tom AU!Reader

Summary: Your day is going south thanks to a string of horrible events. You end up running into a stray child in the hall which tips everything off, but it may just change your fate and it may have something to do with her dad, Tom.

Words: 1386

Warnings: None

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@e-x-o-b-t-s

Today hadn’t been the best day. First you’d forgotten your car keys and had to go back up to your apartment on the fifth floor to grab them, then you’d been late and had a stern talking to from your boss, then you’d left your lunch at home. So of course, you’d forgotten to grab your apartment keys and locked yourself out.

You were unlucky enough to be caught up in a string of unfortunate events.

“For ucks sake” You muttered, slamming your fist on the hard wood door. It was just your luck that the wood was harder than expected. You were afraid to look down when you felt the burst of pain through your hand, it felt like you’d been kicked repeatedly by a sumo wrestler. The sudden pain was excruciating, causing you to let out a string of curse words.

“My daddy says swearing is bad” You look to your left, seeing a small child staring at you with a frown. In one hand she held a small elephant, about the size of your hand. You couldn’t help but wonder where she came from, she wasn’t there moments ago.

“Well your daddy’s right” You reply, feeling guilty for what the child had just heard you say, She must’ve been around 4.

“He swears a lot though” She giggles “He’s naughty” The child laughed, exposing her missing front tooth and a slight british accent. It wasn’t a strong one, only barely there.

Her curls bounced around as she tilted her head to the side, large brown eyes staring up at you.

Your hand is still causing you large amounts of pain, it was starting to bruise and swell badly around the knuckles making you scrunch up your face. You were unsure if it needed professional medical attention or just some ice and a bandage.

“Where’s your dad?” You ask, the child must’ve simply wandered out of her apartment leaving her parents worried sick.

“Uhh” She thinks for a moment, placing the hand that wasn’t holding the elephant on her chin. “Room 34”

“Let’s get you back home then shall we” You take her hand in yours, the one that wasn’t injured of course and she gladly wraps her small fingers around yours. You wondered if she’d been taught about speaking to strangers before.

Room 34 was on the fourth floor, only one below you so the ride down the elevator was quick, specially with a blabbering child by your side telling you about her favourite disney movies. Turns out she also really liked Spiderman, she’s 4 and a half years old and her name is Alexandra, but everyone calls her Ally. You also got formally introduced to her toy elephant, Peanut which was given to Ally by her dad on her second birthday.

You let go of her hand to knock on the door, praying it was the right apartment and you wouldn’t have to do anything drastic like walk Ally to the police station, that was just more unneeded stress.

It wasn’t even seconds before a man opened the door, looking rather frantic and panicked. He was quite attractive, even with his brown curls sticking to his forehead and eyes which seemed wider than the sun. They somehow got wider when he noticed Ally at your side, she looked up at him with an innocent smile as if she hadn’t just scared him half to death.

“God Ally” He got down on one knee, pulling her into his arms “I was seconds away from calling the police, what were you thinking?”

“I went Exploring but i made a friend” Ally tugged on your dress and pointed at you “Daddy, this is my friend Y/N, She swears like you do”

The man’s gets off of his knees and his face went partially red at Ally’s last comment, children had no filter.

“Thank you for bringing her back, i was so worried although it’s not the first time she’s wandered off” The man ran a hand over his face. “I’m Tom” He stuck a hand out and you, completely forgetting about your injuries reached in to grab his hand.

“Y/N, It was really no tr-” You stop talking when a sharp gasp leaves your mouth, his hand had come in contact with your bruised one, the pain was sharp and sudden making you flinch away.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t notice your hand, what happened?” The man-Tom looked slightly panicked, his eyebrows were furrowed as his eyes examined your hand, which seemed to look worse than the last time you’d

looked at it.

“I’m quite clumsy” You laugh, taking light of the situation. “Today hasn’t really been my dad and I locked myself out of my apartment which led me to hit the door, resulting in this. I can’t get in until the manager gets back tonight” You speak

“Well as a way to thank you for bringing Ally home I’ll help you get that sorted” He smiled, opening his door wider for you to step in.

You don’t want to be a hassle but your hand was aching beyond anything else, the swelling had gotten excessively worse and you wouldn’t be able to get into your apartment until much later.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a hastle or anything”

“Are you kidding? We never get guests, Ally will be over the moon” Tom has a bright smile that reminds you much of the smiles Ally had been giving you, she also had her father’s brown curls.

Stepping in, the first thing you notice is a few pictures of just Tom and Ally, none of them contained a photo of a mom or a mother figure.

The photos were simple, nothing extraordinary. One was of Tom snuggling Ally as she slept, another looked to be them playing in the leaves at a local park.

Tom led you to the kitchen and pulled out a seat for you to sit on. You were shocked when a dog came sprinting towards you, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and a very excited Ally following behind. The sight was adorable.

“Tess! Calm down girl” Tom spoke, sitting down with a first aid kit. “Sorry about her, she’s been with me since i was younger and wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

With your uninjured hand you reach out and pet the dog who gladly leans in for more.

“She’s beautiful” You say

Tom handed you an ice pack and you pressed it on your arm, biting back a groan of pain as it comes in contact with the flesh.

“I know what you’re thinking, where’s Al’s mom” You can’t reply, afraid of pressing on a tough topic or bringing back unwanted memories. “I wanted to keep the baby, she didn’t. Long story short you can’t always have it both ways”

Tom finishes speaking as he starts unraveling the bandage. You feel a sudden sense of guilt so strong you almost forget about the ice melting onto your hand.

“Wow that sounds pretty horrible” You don’t know what else to say, this was obviously a touchy topic.

“It was, but look at the outcome” You both take a moment to watch Ally playing with Tessa, she throws the ball back and forth around the apartment and although there wasn’t enough room to run around, she was having the time of her life. “I wouldn’t trade her for the world”

ou nod. “She is definitely something, you’ve raised a wonderful kid”

Tom begins wrapping your hand, the bag of ice now discarded. His fingers move softly, watching the larger bruises and scraps making sure to cause as less pain as possible.

“I’ve had a few first aid classes and your hand doesn’t look broken, maybe just give it a few days to heal. Pain Meds would be good too”

“Thank you Dr” You joke

“Will a follow up appointment be necessary?” Tom asks, continuing the joke.

You’re slightly taken aback at first, unsure if he was just following the joke or being serious.

“Well you’re the Dr, what’d you think?”

“Just to be safe, i think it is” He smiles at you with bright red cheeks and his fingers tangled together. “How about my office at the lemon tree cafe, Friday at noon?”

“Sounds like a plan”

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spine-buster · 7 years

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Out of the Ordinary - Will Ospreay

I was driving to work one day and heard that Selena Gomez song “It Ain’t Me” on the radio and…well…this scene formed in my head. Every time I hear that song this scene plays over and over. I haven’t even watched a Will Ospreay match; I think I’ve seen one clip of an interview he did with Rob Naylor. I think I have a problem. My brain works in mysterious ways.

2500+ words. Serious angst with a dash of fluff at the end.

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When anybody was asked to describe you, the first word they said was pragmatic. You always thought logically and sensibly, and on more than one occasion you were told you were mature well beyond your years, which you took as a compliment but some saw as a detriment. Your fellow wrestlers had a strong love/hate relationship with you because of your personality. Two wrestlers that loved your personality, or at least appreciated it, were your friends Zack Sabre Jr. and Marty Scurll. Zack, who was a lot like you, took a liking to you early on; Marty took a while to warm up to you, but now that he had, you couldn’t get rid of him. He routinely expressed to you that you were one of his favourite people. You didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but you leaned towards good. Zack, in particular, stuck with you throughout the only time in your life where you didn’t think logically and sensibly, and he was right beside you (now with Marty) when you got out of it. Three years ago, you began dating Will Ospreay against your better judgement. You were a newbie, and he was cute, and he kissed you one night at a bar and said the sweetest things to you. But you were both young, and traveling the word for wrestling, and though you got booked on a lot of the same shows and were together often, it just couldn’t work. It didn’t work.

Just over a year into the relationship, you used that same judgement to end things. It was hard, but it needed to be done, especially before he could really hurt you. It hurt you in ways you never revealed to anyone – not Zack, not Marty, nobody. Barely four weeks later, he was with another girl – a fellow wrestler on the circuit named Maddie. You convinced everybody it didn’t bother you, and you even worked a few matches against her, always remaining professional. You wondered if she knew the extent of yours and Will’s relationship. Touring Europe now, you found yourself in a locker room with Zack and Marty, giving them your thoughts on spots they wanted to do for their match. Many wrestlers were around – half of which you knew – and Will and Maddie were booked for the show too. They hadn’t arrived yet, but you were expecting them at any hour. “You wanna do those rolling Romero specials?” Marty asked Zack. Hearing the move made alarm bells go off in your brain. “Don’t,” you interjected quickly. “I’m doing them in my match. You can’t do the same spot too.” “Fine,” Marty nodded his head. “What other way can I bend your body like a pretzel, Zack?” “You working against Maddie tonight?” Zack asked you, completely ignoring Marty’s question. You shook your head. “I’m working Sadie,” you revealed. “That’s why we’ve already got the match called. God forbid Will and Maddie show up on time so we can plan a match beforehand.” Zack snorted at your comment, knowing Will’s penchant for being late. Marty huffed out a laugh. “Are they in a mixed tag tonight?” he asked. You nodded you head. “Well then, maybe you could go out there and teach her a few pointers,” Marty commented. Zack laughed out loud but you could only smirk. “Be nice, Marty.” “I am being nice. A month ago she almost dropped Sadie on her head.” “She’s still learning,” you said. “We’re all still learning. Will’s getting her to practice more aerial stuff like him, so she might be neglecting a bit of the fundamentals.” “He’s training her and responsible for making her forget the fundamentals? I should punch him in the face.” “Marty!” you chastised him. By this point, Zack was just looking back and forth between the two of you. “Whatever, he deserves a punch in the face after what he’s been saying,” Marty mumbled. You saw Zack’s eyes bulge out of their sockets quickly at Marty. Marty, seeing his reaction, shrugged his shoulders quickly and looked away. “Why? What’s he been saying?” you asked. The boys looked at each other silently, not answering your question. That was the only clue you needed. The atmosphere of the room completely changed at this point. “What has he been saying?” you asked again, slowly. Still nothing. “One of you better speak or I’m going to assume the worst.” “It’s nothing, love,” Zack prefaced. “It’s bullshit is what it is,” Marty mumbled again. “What’s going on?” you demanded of your friends. “You know how Will is…he runs his mouth a lot…and well, he said…he’s been saying, in a couple of locker rooms, really, that you still aren’t over him, which is why you’re still alone, but that you’re also desperate to get married, which is quote unquote pathetic,” Zack revealed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You felt like your body was on fire. “He said what?” “I told you love, it’s bullshit,” Zack said. “Nobody believes him, especially the ones that know you.” “But he still says it,” you said as more of a statement than a question. “Well…yes. But I cannot stress this enough…nobody believes him,” Zack repeated. You looked toward Marty, who was biting his tongue in anger; God knows what kind of expletives he wanted to throw around. He and Will were friends – they all were – but Marty was quick to call people on their bullshit. You wondered if he had already said anything to Will. “What a fucking asshole,” you said, shaking your head. “He can fuck right off.” “Don’t do anything stupid,” Zack warned. You looked at him like he was crazy. “Me? Do something stupid? Do you forget who you’re talking to?” you asked sarcastically. You were the pragmatic one, remember? “If nobody believes him, he’s making a bigger ass out of himself than I could,” you said, shrugging it all off. Zack smiled at your response, knowing he didn’t have to worry about you. “Good thinking.” The thing was…when it came to Will, you were stupid. - - - When Sadie told you Will and Maddie had arrived, you knew it was go time. Your blood had been boiling since Zack and Marty told you about the things Will was saying. You had managed to keep it cool, but now that you knew that he was here, in the building, you felt like you were about to blow. You left the women’s locker room, under no suspicion from Sadie, and walked down the hall to the men’s, where you saw the door was slightly ajar. A bunch of voices could be heard, but that didn’t cloud your train of thought at all – you knew exactly what you were going to do, and exactly what you were going to say. You opened the door slowly, just enough to see one of your fellow wrestlers lacing up his boots beside the door. “Hey,” he greeted you. “Who you looking for?” You ignored him, opening the door fully until you spotted him, directly across from you, his arm up on the coat hooks, leaning against them as he talked to Maddie. Of course she was still in the men’s locker room, only stooping to join the female’s room until the last minute. God forbid she wasn’t attached at Will’s hip every moment of the day. You darted towards him, ignoring the stares of everyone around you. Will turned his head towards you at the last possible second, taking his arm off the coat hooks. The last thing you noticed was the confused look on his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed, shoving Will with such force that he actually stumbled back onto the bench seating. “What the fuck is your problem?!” “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, standing back up. By this point the room had gone silent, all eyes on you and Will. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Marty hold back another wrestler from intervening. Maddie looked at you like you had just ripped the head off her favourite doll. “What’s your problem with my boyf --” “Maddie, unless you want me to spill my ammo on you too, I suggest you stay the fuck out of this ‘cause it has nothing to do with you,” you warned with such venom in your voice you almost scared yourself. She was just as shocked, her mouth closing as she stayed silent. You brought your attention back to Will. His brows were furrowed by now, and you could tell he was angry at the way you were speaking to his girlfriend, but it seemed like he was too scared to say anything. “How dare you talk behind my back to our colleagues. How fucking dare you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied it, like you knew he would. “Oh, so now you’re going to deny talking shit about me? Really?” you demanded. “Telling everybody I’m not over you? That I’m sad and alone and desperate to get married?” you listed the things he’d said. “How am I the desperate one when you were the one to propose after only six months and I said no?!” And there it was. Everyone’s jaws hit the floor in complete shock at what you had just said – everyone except for Will, of course, who was seething. Nobody, nobody knew he had proposed; not Zack, not Marty, not even his or your parents. You hadn’t let anyone on about it; it was a secret between the two of you, and it was supposed to stay that way. And now, it was out in the open. “Who was the one waiting up for you when you’d go out and party with your bros, huh?” you kept demanding of him. “Who would go out and get you Gatorade and Advil for your hangovers? Who was the one who actually let you go out instead of keeping you on a leash?” you made a slight jab at Maddie. You couldn’t hold anything back at this point. “And just last week, who was the first person you fucking called that came to pick you up when you were drunk out of your mind wandering the streets of Hamburg since you couldn’t find the hotel?” He didn’t bother answering you. He knew, you knew, everyone in the room knew the answer to those questions. His eyebrows were still furrowed as you huffed and puffed, the anger in you not subsiding any time soon. There was so much you could say to him – so much you thought about saying to him for two years. You didn’t know how or when you were going to stop. “And another thing – it’s one thing to talk to other girls while we’re still together, hanging by a thread,” you began, pointing to Maddie, “but it’s another thing to get with them less than a month after a break-up. You think I didn’t know? I fucking knew. You were a scumbag then and you’re a scumbag now.” You looked over to Maddie, surprisingly not feeling an inch of remorse. “Congratulations, sweetie, but a word of warning – the way you get ‘em is the same way you lose ‘em.” Will clenched his jaw. Only now had the eerie silence of the room, despite it being full of men, get to you. You didn’t even know how long you had been standing there, giving your verbal beat down, but you figured now was as good as ever to end it. “You can fuck off, William Ospreay. If I ever find out you’ve even looked in my general direction or muttered my name to anyone else I’ll chop off your balls and feed them to you for breakfast.” With that, you turned on your heels and walked out of the room, every pair of eyes on you. - - - The show went on. Your match went well, and the crowd was very into it. You went over Sadie, but that only meant she’d go over you in the next show. You were good friends so you didn’t mind. She’d heard about your outburst in the men’s locker room and high-fived you for it, telling you that you should have done it sooner. Will and Maddie finished their match and left early, apparently not wanting to run into you again. They were staying at a different hotel than you, lucky for them. You didn’t want to see them either, so you were glad they took the initiative to get the fuck out of dodge. After changing out of your ring gear and into a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater, you heard a knock on the dressing room door. You looked behind you to see who it was. Without bothering to wait for a response, whoever was on the other side pushed the door open slowly. Marty revealed himself soon enough. “Hey.” “Hi Marty.” “You almost ready?” “Yeah, just packing in my shoes,” you said, turning back to finish. He took the initiative to step inside of the room, closing the door about half way. He watched you for a few moments, stuffing your shoes into your luggage and zipping it back up before crossing his arms against his chest. “You okay?” “I’m fine. Gonna need a bigger suitcase soon,” you commented. He watched you for a few more seconds. “Listen…what happened earlier…” You spun around to look him in the eye. “I’m going to hear it from Zack when we get back to the hotel. I don’t need to hear it from you too.” “You’re not going to hear it from me,” he said. “I just…I thought it was very… honourable of you. I thought it was the right thing to do, to be perfectly honest, and that he had it coming.” Well, those were words you didn’t expect to hear from him. “Is this some sort of reverse psychology thing?” Marty chuckled slightly. “No, I actually think that, darling,” he said. “Well, thanks,” you said, turning back quickly to lift your luggage off the bench and extend the handle. You knew you could always count on him. “Listen,” you heard his voice again as you faced away from him. “I was thinking… once we get back to the hotel I could, you know, buy you a drink…you know, since uh, you probably obviously need it,” he stumbled through the sentence. Still facing away from him, your eyebrows rose. Did he just say what you think he just said? Was that subtext really there? Oh, Marty. Marty Marty Marty. You spun around to see him looking at you, desperate for an answer. You would never reveal to him how anxious he truly looked. “Come here,” you said. “What?” “Marty, just come here,” you repeated. He followed your command, approaching you and standing inches apart from you. “You’re going to go through an entire night of buying me drink after drink, and maybe even food, just for an opportunity to maybe kiss me at the end of the night?” Marty huffed out a laugh, bringing his arm up to scratch the back of his neck. “Well when you put it like that…yes.” “Can I save you the time and the money and just kiss you now?” You were pragmatic, after all.

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softambrollins · 7 years

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honestly, i didn’t want to talk about this at all but i’m just going to share my pov on the notion that ambrollins is ‘abusive’ that i’ve seen posited by a few people lately.

first off: your opinion is absolutely valid. your personal experience is absolutely valid. if you see a fictional ship as abusive or unhealthy, then i hope you’re taking the proper measures to avoid content related to that ship. block/blacklist/mute/unfollow whoever or whatever you need to. it’s in your own hands. you are in control of your own fandom experience.

but i don’t think this gives you the right to tell other people not to ship something. especially in a fandom like this one. i honestly never thought i’d encounter these kinds of claims in wrestling fandom, where completely ‘healthy’ ‘pure’ ships basically don’t exist. everyone betrays everyone. everyone does really bad things. i don’t think shippers ignore that or are trying to erase that. in fact, as i saw pointed out by someone, we all know that wwe regularly ignores and retcons things that wrestlers have done as heels when they turn face. which is genuinely ‘problematic.’ but they’re clearly not doing that with seth rollins. he’s not being forgiven that easily. he still has to work for the redemption he seeks. yeah, some people might have seen his apology last week as weak or manipulative, and they’re probably right to a certain degree, but it was an apology. which i wasn’t sure was ever going to happen. even if he knew it probably wouldn’t be enough; even if dean himself basically flat-out rejected it. he said the words; he said them twice for emphasis. seth’s probably not as good as he wants to be at actually being the changed man he presents to the world yet, but he’s trying. i’ll be the first to admit that seth telling dean to hit him with a chair was probably over the top and dramatic, but it was a desperate move in an emotional moment. seth knows that dean values actions over words -- but nope, he’s still not going to make it that easy for him. you can argue that dean’s better off without this, that he should just walk away -- you can argue that seth doesn’t deserve to be forgiven -- but that’s not their story. dean still cares about seth, even when he hated him, even though he hurt him in unimaginable ways. it’s painfully obvious. he’s not forgetting what he did, he’s not absolving him of his sins -- but dean coming out to save him, dean throwing that chair out of the ring, dean agreeing to team up with him -- it’s just dean giving him another chance. it’s seth having the possibility for a more complete redemption. and personally, i don’t find the story they’re telling here abusive.

also: relationships -- like people -- aren’t black and white. they’re pretty much never perfect or unproblematic. but that’s not the way i ‘judge’ whether i like a ship or not, and it’s probably never going to be. healthy or unhealthy or a mix of both -- if it’s interesting and compelling and gives me good storytelling that makes sense for the characters involved, then i’m probably going to be invested in it. a lot of my favourite ships are a bit fucked-up, or a lot fucked-up, but they’re fictional -- and in no way does that mean i’d condone some of these behaviours in real life relationships. i completely value and respect the feelings of people who are uncomfortable with certain fictitious dynamics or relationships. but yeah, i don’t really feel the need to apologise for my own interest in them, because i know what’s acceptable in fiction versus what’s acceptable in reality. and if my (or anyone else’s) fandom or shipping practices are really affecting you, the block option is there. it’s absolutely not our responsibility to make your fandom experience safe for you. i understand your stance, but i’m not going to be made to feel guilty for mine.

#if i get heat for this...whatever tbh #you can reply if you want but i prob won't reply back fyi

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‘Who Am I?’ (Fanfiction)

I also have a NevJack fic in progress but I managed to finish this one first. Time for more nonsense with Abby, Rage ( @happiness-in-reznor ‘s wrestler) and the Hardys :’3 Played this one by ear, and it gets a bit silly, haha. Tagging: @allgirlswrestlingclub @helluvawriter @laochbaineann @moxtiel @gelinas22 @heyitstatianita @hardcorewwetrash

In every venue, there was a room set aside for the wrestlers to relax a little and practise a little civility before they smashed each other's faces in during the show. Both male and female superstars were allowed in there with the only rule being that no fights were allowed to break out within. It was this very rule that meant it was Abigail Wyatt's favourite room. Thankfully it wasn't busy at that moment which meant she could walk around with too much fear of bumping into anyone. However, she had already bumped into someone; Jeff Hardy, who seemed happy to see her even as he carefully yet quickly grabbed hold of her to stop her losing her balance. “Hey Abby,” he said, gesturing to the table just behind him where Matt and Rage were also sitting. “Come sit with us for a bit, yeah?”

"Sure, man," she replied, carefully sitting herself down at said table. "What are you up to?" "We're playing 'Who Am I?' and--" "You're Brother Nero!" "And as you can see, Matt isn't entirely getting it," the younger Hardy said, then turning to his brother. "The game hasn't started yet. We have to be given identities first." "Then I shall request the identity of my Broken Brilliance!" Matt then announced, proudly. "You don't pick your identity, you idiot," Rage complained, shaking her head. "We pick it for you. And if you don't stop annoying me, I'll make you be that guy in TNA, Ethan Carter wotsit or whatever his damn name was." "In the words of my good friend Abigail over there, how dare you, man!" Matt protested, even looking a little hurt by the suggestion. Meanwhile, Abby had taken hold of a yellow sticky-note and had written a name upon it with black pen; then carefully yet firmly attaching it to the forehead of a suddenly surprised Matt Hardy. It didn't take long before Jeff and Rage had noticed the name on the note, with a devious snicker leaving the lips of the former. "Abby Wyatt, you're an evil little bitch and I love you." "Jeff!!" Rage protested, almost sounding offended by his choice of words. "No need to be jealous," he replied, smirking at her. "Alright, Matt, fire away." The older Hardy's face had taken on a look of deep concentration, as if he was really taking care with what his next words would be. He muttered to himself quietly as he did so before his words loudened to his usual, audible ramblings. "Am I a man? Wait, I already know the answer to this one...oh right, the note. I am doing the asking about the name on the note. Then I ask, am I a man?" His question was answered by all three other people nodding at him. "Wonderful! Hmm...am I an aged man?" "Aged!" Abby commented, seeming amused. "Yeah, you're getting on, man." "I'd say more than getting on, Abby, he's fucking ancient. Ask anyone," Rage suggested, in a rather matter-of-fact way. "Yes but if I do that, I'll be saying his name out loud and that would ruin the game," she retorted, shaking her head in good faith. "To be fair, saying his name out loud probably has ruined the game a few times if you get me," Jeff commented, smirking. Had that been a stab at the Game himself, Triple H? Abby couldn't even look at him for fear of being blamed through association whilst Rage...well, of course she was sniggering at his stupid remarks. Jeff could have spewed nonsense and she would have laughed at it.

"So this is someone associated with the man with the three H's. Am I...hmmm...am I liked?" "No," Jeff, Rage and Abby replied in unison, their faces making it clear that this was not the case. "I think I am starting to get an idea of who I may be," Matt mused, raising an eyebrow. "An old man associated with the three H's who is very much disliked." "Disliked is being nice about it," Rage commented, chuckling deviously. However, that one comment had been the perfect clue for the older Hardy, who now knew exactly what was going on. "Do I happen to like that obsolete mule Roman Reigns?" He asked, his face lighting up as he received three nods in response. "Ah, yeeeees...I must be that devil Meekmahan!" "Well, maybe not so much of a devil since he did take us back in and all," Jeff retorted, grinning laddishly. Carefully removing the yellow sticky-note from his forehead, Matt pulled a wry face before a loud and proud "DELETE!" escaped him as he tore the note in two. "Abby, that was very naughty of you," he then said, shaking his head at her but he had a smile on his face. "However I have chosen to forgive you." "Would you have rather had him or my brother, man?" Abby asked, with a smirk on her face. "Don't fucking tease him with such a tough choice," Rage protested, but she was grinning all the same. "Nah, Bray is grand. He makes such delicious cake....great. Now I'm hungry.” “I'll grab us some from the canteen then,” Jeff said, slowly beginning to get up as he smiled warmly at the redhead. “Can't promise it'll be as tasty as how Bray makes it but my treat, eh.” As the younger Hardy began to leave the table, the older Hardy was writing a name on a new, yellow sticky-note; seeming to be concentrating fiercely if the little slither of tongue that poked out when he wrote meant anything. “What are you up to, Matt?” Rage asked, sounding a little suspicious but with a grin on her face all the same. “I say we make Abigail play next,” he replied, gently attaching the sticky-note to the female-in-question's forehead. “Since she thought it would be wonderful to give me the identity of that devil Meekmahan.” “Sounds fair, man,” the Wyatt then said, giving a single nod. However, her expression seemed to drop a little when Rage noticed the exact name that Matt had written down.

“No no no no no,” she gabbled, quickly yet carefully removing the newly attached sticky-note from her friend's forehead. “Bad idea.” “Why, who did he write?” Abby asked, peeking at the writing before a scowl formed on her face. “Not fucking funny, man.” “I thought you and the Alexa of Bliss had made up though,” Matt protested, not seeming too proud of himself. “Nope,” she replied, looking uncomfortable. “And in all honestly, I'd rather not talk about it right now. Maybe Rage should think of a name.” “Already on it,” the redhead said, having scribbled over Alexa's name and replaced it with someone else. “No peeking.” For the second time in about a minute, Abby had a sticky-note attached to her forehead; the rest of her face taking on a rather ponderous expression, she was interrupted by an approaching, familiar, female figure in the form of Nia Jax. Nia wasn't known for being overly friendly with other women during the show but away from the cameras, she was one of the nicest people to be around. “Hey Abby,” she began, her tone then turning curious as she raised an eyebrow. “Erm...since when did you become Kenny Omega?” Her accidental reveal had caused a groan to escape both Rage and Matt, much to Nia's confusion. “Oh fuck you, man,” Abby protested, shooting an annoyed glance in Rage's direction but she was soon chuckling in good faith alongside her friend, who was gently gesturing for Nia to sit down with them. “Come sit with us.” “Yeeeees, come join us,” Matt added, grinning as if it was Christmas. “We would appreciate the company of the giant green bean.” “I'm not even wearing the green today,” she retorted, raising an eyebrow as she quickly scanned over her black and purple wrestling attire. “But yeah, sure, I'll sit down with you. What are you doing?” “We're playing 'Who Am I?' and--" "You are the angry gingernut crazy about my brother!” Just when it seemed like he was actually beginning to understand. Still, Jeff would soon be coming back with cake and cake would make everything better...

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Someone should make a game about: Muscle Men • Eurogamer.net

Does anyone here remember Muscle Men? Not actual muscle men, they’re still a thing, but those little pink rubber figures from the 80s that were about two inches tall. Remember them? I can still smell them, that rubbery waft, and I can still almost feel them, that slight give in an otherwise solid rubber skin.

I distinctly remember the moment they turned up in my life. I was in my pyjamas at the top of the stairs, watching people come into the house for a party. I had to go to bed and was throwing a bit of a wobbler about it. I was a child just in case that isn’t clear. I might still be in my pyjamas now but I can go to bed when I like!

Anyway, one of the people coming into the house doesn’t disappear below but comes upstairs bearing gifts. I honestly can’t remember who they were but I remember what they brought: a strange tiny dustbin with see-through sides containing a load of little rubber men. Muscle Men, the label says.

A tub just like that! Image credit: Muscle World.

Me and my brother both get one – he’s upstairs tantruming with me – and suddenly we’re all smiles. We thank the guest, the best guest my parents ever invited over, and run into the bedroom to fight over what we got. What are these things?! We tip them on the floor to see and they’re incredible. They look like wrestlers. They’ve got big bulging chests and biceps like loaves of bread, and some have helmets and outlandish costumes on. But they get way weirder than that. Some have six arms! One has got what looks like a pasta machine for a stomach, and another another is just a big hand. Hey everybody, give him a big hand! Sorry it’s just that I wasn’t this razor-sharp when I was a kid so I’m enjoying myself now.

But as engrossing as these Muscle Men are to look at, they don’t actually do anything. Their arms don’t move, their legs don’t move, they aren’t “articulated” as they say in toy collecting circles, and they’re all one homogeneous colour you can’t paint. They’re just there, lying on my threadbare carpet because it’s too hard to stand them up.

I went on to use mine as the rank and file of my toy armies. I’d take over the whole bedroom, brother be damned, scatter a few obstacles around and then divvy up my teams. A few Thundercats here (we had a great red-robed Mumm-ra), a few wrestlers there (the bullet-proof 80s kind you could spin so hard they would hurt, say, your brother) and then handfuls of Muscle Men to fill in the gaps.

I love how creepy the guy on the right looks. Image credit: unknown I’m afraid.

But they weren’t cannon fodder, the Muscle Men, I was really fond of some of them. Obviously I’d sacrifice a few to get the scene going, give the bigger toys a bit of an entrance, you know, but I’d hold my favourite Muscle Men back as a kind of cautionary tale for the over confident Lion-Os of the world. Think you’re going to chop them down like grass do you Lion-O? Guess again. Now they’re all over you like ants. “Hooo!” your way out of that.

Come to think of it, Muscle Men were my toy soldiers, the underestimated force that worked together as a team. Only, Muscle Men were way cooler, and to be honest, I’d completely forgotten about them until today. I have no idea why they popped into my head but being the rigorous journalist I am, I decided to find out more.

It turns out Muscle Men came from Japan. The story begins with a manga comic called Kinnikuman, first published in 1978. It told the tongue-in-cheek story of a bumbling superhero called Suguru Kinniku, who one day discovered he was the long lost prince of a planet called Kinniku – planet Muscle to me and you. This planet was where all the greatest superheroes in the universe came from and in order to prove he was worthy of the throne, Kinniku would have to wrestle them. He would have to beat characters like Ramenman, Buffalo Man, and Terry Bull. They were hardly a serious bunch.

Unsurprisingly, with a premise like that, the comic took off and in 1983 became a cartoon for TV. This is an important moment because it’s at this point merchandise arrived: Muscle Men. They were known as Kinkeshi (a mash-up of the words Kinniku and Keshigomu, which translates to “rubber eraser”) and were apparently sold in gumball machines around the country. Everything must have gone very well because more than 130 episodes of Kinnikuman aired before the show ended in 1986.

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It’s here that the Western story of Muscle Men begins. US toy company Mattel was running dry on ideas and looking for something to follow the fading He-Man line, so it looked to Japan and saw Kinnikuman. It was a perfect fit. Except, oh, that cartoon is a bit violent, parents won’t like that, and actually, while we’re at it, can we really be bothered to translate all those comics? No, so Mattel bins them both off and decides to come up with its own idea instead. M.U.S.C.L.E. is born.

It stands for Millions of Unusually Small Creatures Lurking Everywhere, and the advertising campaign played on exactly that: the United States invaded by millions of bizarre little toys, and now it desperately needs the help of kids all over to round them up. Or in other word, buy and collect them. Just to make sure you’ve understood that: the marketing campaign for Muscle Men, in 1986, was for kids to collect them all. This was 10 years before Pokemon.

There were around 235 Muscle Men and you could buy them in either little boxes, big boxes or – as me and my brother found out – small bin-like plastic tubs. Evidently they caught on because Mattel expanded the range with a tiny wrestling ring, a tacky-looking wrestling belt and an awful-looking NES video game (it didn’t even have the homogeneous pink colour). But what it couldn’t do was create more Muscle Men designs because it didn’t own the rights, Bandai did (and I believe still does). Mattel tried to relaunch the same Muscle Men designs in different colours but collectors lost interest. The fad faded and in 1988 was done.

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Goodness me.

But Muscle Men or Keshi, to be more specific, are not completely dead. A company called Super7 still makes them, albeit not with the official Muscle Men licence though they look identical. Super7 also does pop culture crossovers with brands like Transformers, Toxic Crusaders (remember them?!) and I don’t know why but Pee-Wee’s Playhouse.

There are also plenty of places on Etsy and beyond where you can buy the original Muscle Men figures if you want to collect them. They’re a bit pricey, though, at a few pounds a pop. I remember buying fists full of the things at the local market for the same kind of money. Mind you, I particularly like a poster someone made of hundreds of Muscle Men all bundled together.

Funny how slices of childhood rear their faces some days, isn’t it? My memory of Muscle Men is really strong, even now, and my brother knew instantly what they were when I sent him a picture out of the blue. I spent hours playing with those toys, dreaming up little stories for them while they overpowered Hulk Hogan for the umpteenth time, giving them identities I didn’t think they had. Then today I discovered they already had them, had stories, had identities, had a whole universe of lore Mattel simply hadn’t bothered to bring West, and it sounds sillier and more entertaining than I ever would have imagined. And now I want to go there and experience it all. Don’t you?

from EnterGamingXP https://entergamingxp.com/2020/08/someone-should-make-a-game-about-muscle-men-%e2%80%a2-eurogamer-net/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=someone-should-make-a-game-about-muscle-men-%25e2%2580%25a2-eurogamer-net

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