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anzulvr · 15 days

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୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader || Chapter: 04 ୨୧

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— Since the entire student council was present and the library was notably crowded with students who had signed up for the lecture, [Name] entered the library on her own.

She felt guilty, having to ditch her plans with Karma after an unresolved argument they decided to brush over. To make matters worse, she has to sit through a two-hour session and watch Ren shamelessly flirt with every girl in the room. On the brighter side, this ordeal counted towards her volunteer hours.

"You're late. You missed my introductory speech."

"My fault, I'll make up for it by working extra hard!"

She mentally thanked Karma for convincing her take the longer route, saying, "It's not a big deal if you're 10 minutes late... or 30." It was impressive how Gakushuu's speeches managed to put her to sleep every time, missing it was a win in her book.

Koyama called him over, something about a broken printer and an angry librarian.

...aaand she was all alone again. [Name] decided to go check on the group at the back table.

"Oh, [Name] made it—she can help us!" The first year, Chisa blissfully smiled.

"But I wanted Asano to help. [Name] could you please ask him to?" Chisa's friend insisted, clearly not as enthusiastic about the anyone-whose-not- Asano's arrival.

[Name] tried not to let it bother her, being the only girl in the student council came with a lot of pressure.

She’s just as helpful and capable as the rest of the group but no one seems to acknowledge it. Everyone calls them the “Big Five” even though there’s technically six of them as her scores tie with Seo.

"He's busy with Koyama, but maybe later."

The girl groaned and sulked laying her head on the table. Chisa looked apologetic for her friends dramatics. [Name] offered them a polite smile and said, "Let's get through your assignments then."

After half an hour of helping the girls turn in missing work, [Name] decided to take a short break. She left for an empty table in the very corner of the room, the short break turned into a long one when she got distracted texting Karma.

‧₊˚ Message Log ‧₊˚

[Name]: can we talk? im super bored!!

Karma: Whose fault is that?

Karma: should have ditched to be with me the whooleee day

[Name]: ugghhh don't. Can you believe I still have another hour of this

[Name]: anyway what are you doing?

Karma: I bumped into Nagisa on my way back from the library

Karma: now were at Maehara's house with Rio and Fuwa.

[Name]: Rio?? That one beautiful, smart, sweet, blonde girl in your class?

Karma: Sounds like you like her alot.

[Name]: She makes me nervous

Karma: Hey that's how you used to talk about me before we went out

[Name]: I can hear the disappointment through the text lmaoo

‧₊˚ Message End ‧₊˚

"You haven't even been here for an hour and you’re already slacking off on your phone?"

"Gakushuu! Geez you came out of nowhere." [Name] shut her phone off and patted the seat next to her.

To her surprise he slumped down next to her instead of insulting her and walking off, like he usually does.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm exhausted to say the least. This was a stupid idea no one is making progress, well no one but Ren, he managed to pick up quite a few desperate ones today."

"That's not completely true, I helped Chisa and her friend turn their C's to A's. As much as I hate being here it's not useless. Useless was the Bakesale we tried last year where the cupcakes we sold tasted like horse crap. It was funny watching people pretend to love them and hold back the throw up because they came from you."

"Could of stopped at the first half, but thanks, I think. My father said I wasn't being organized enough, that this would be a failure on my half and an embarrassment on his."

"That's a little harsh, you're doing your best and you've done more than anyone else in the council. Ren's been giving out his number more than he's been lecturing, Seo has been in the bathroom for 20 minutes, Teppei has been stuck on the same group this entire time and to be honest Koyama is hard to look at. Im pretty sure I saw the girl he was teaching closing her eyes while he was talking."

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"You're right I'll go yell at them in a few. It's not a big deal though, My father has said much worse."

"To be fair, I haven't exactly kept my promise either. Hard work turned into hiding in a corner to text my b- actually I should get back to work, actions speak louder than words!" [Name] stood up to leave. Asano grabbed her sleeve, it was impulsive and the immediateness of it made it all the more awkward."

"Uh, Asano? Is there something you still need?" She crinkled her eyebrows.

His cheeks became somewhat pink, [Name] thought he couldn’t have been blushing, maybe it was allergies.

“No, just don't get distracted on your phone again."

"Yeah Ive got it!" She waved him off and went back to work,

Gakushuu sat there slightly conflicted with his thoughts and his feelings, He faulted the all nighter he pulled last night, sleep deprivation does negatively impact mind clarity. He decided he should get back to work too.

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"Let me get this straight, instead of asking me like normal people the class collectively decided to stalk [Name] and I?"

"Pretty much... but I was against it the entire time!" Nagisa replied sheepishly, to his surprise Karma's response was a relaxed nod.

"You're acting weirdly cool about this."

It sent a shiver down his spine, in a weird way Karma was scarier when he didn't react. Not knowing what he's thinking was an uncomfortable feeling.

"It's not a big deal- unless you guys tell people, that's when things will leak."

Fuwa's voice highers a few octaves in concern "What things?!"

"Telling you would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?”

Maehara, reckless as always chimes in “I wanted to go and see [Name] but I couldn't. We were almost a thing before you stole her ya know?"

Nagisa, being the good friend he is, rushes in to save him "That's not it at all! Isogai told us she rejected him a bunch of times since he's a womanizer!"

"I'm not a womanizer, I'm smooth."

"Smooth is the surface of the floor you'll be on when I knock your sorry ass out."

Maehara quickly moves behind Rio who changes the subject with a flood of questions;

"How long have you been dating? Why would anyone go out with you? Did you scare her into saying yes?"

"I’ll tell you if you buy me soba. Better question is: Why wouldn't someone go out with me? I’m tall, handsome, smart, charismatic… and I have a sick spice collection.”

“Im also all of those things.” Maehara jokes, cautiously this time, using Rio as a human shield.

#AkabaneOnPurpose #karma akabane #karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #anzulvr #akabane karma #akabane x reader #karma akabane x you #reader x karma #assassination classroom

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technicolor-overcoat · 5 months

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use my ask as a way to infodump about your aus :3

haiiiiiiiiiii . OK so

(im most likely goinf to alternate between their canon names and their au names. just so yall know. sorry this is going to be all over the place)

ok so we have the main humanstuck au (separate from the pir8 au which i'll talk about l8r)– this is what i mostly refer to as the mind comic!

this one starts out with a "realistic" event if that makes sense: lydia (le) calls her sister, jane (calamity) on the phone. two days l8r, she appears at janes front door, and proceeds to spend the next week(s) there. cj and her kids (caliborn and calliope) are mostly unaware of the things that lydia has done. cj has some knowledge of the ancestors' doings, mostly from an outsiders perspective. but still; janes home is a safe spot under the warm midwestern sun.

living nearby is leonela (di)! she owns a modest house, and makes money by selling fresh produce and pickled vegetables. she has a breath of fresh air after a long time, a quiet and average existence.

it has been quite a few years after hers and the rest of the revs' trials. leo's trial was in 1986, in which ouranos zahhak (dk. ig that was obvious) served as prosecutor, where she was found not guilty. (this ultimately served as the nail in the coffin for dk's work as a lawyer, since this was considered an open and shut case. hes currently retired + living in alaska. anyways) shes the only member of the inner circle thats currently alive. di compiled all of karcin's (sign) lectures and speeches, making them into a... sort of manifesto.

sign was a political activist. he spent his early life under the care of his mother figure, "mary" (rosa), who was the daughter of filipino immigrants. from sign's early adulthood and onwards they started hitchhiking around the country, doing odd jobs to make money, and on one of these occasions end up meeting leo and valentine (psii); immigrants from spain and italy respectively, who came to the states to find better job opportunities + a better life overall after they broke the law a little and caused a protest that initially was just a push for psii and his co-workers to get better conditions on the job.

uhghhhh i dont know what else 2 write. sorry i hope this makes for some tasty (or just . nice) lore/info👍

#tz answers asks #ill add more stuff in a l8r reblog its just that this is the first time that i sat down and actually seriously thought about their lives-#-pre 2000.#tfw i cant just make an au from vibes 😔#- 🫀#humanstuck #< yeahg why not

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iwannabeastarstarrockmann · 9 months

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I was delusional to think this year would be different. TW:SH/ED

why are moms so toxic? i cant remember one birthday in which everything went smoothly ansd i truly felt loved by her. she has always made it clear to me that im not enough, she has sacrificed too much for me, im a waste of space, im a lazy sack of shit and she wished she never had me or my sister.

I just woke up a couple hours ago really excited because she stayed out late last night so I didn't get a chance to talk with her (we were starting to get along weirdly) and my birthday is tomorrow so I wanted to hear what her plans were and instead she yelled at me for not getting up earlier, for not having a job yet, (even though I had to quit my last one because of her and I've been applying for jobs ever since) she said I should stop using being autistic as an excuse because I'm "not really autistic", I'm "completely normal, I'm just a giant asshole"

why would she say that??! and then to make matters worse, a family friend is planning to make me food for tomorrow and so my mom said the least I could do to earn such a gift that I don't deserve, I should go swimming with her in her pool, although I cannot because I recently relapsed heavily and have sh scars all over my arms and legs and I would rather politely decline a swim rather than worrying everyone I know and love. so anyway, I couldn't tell my mom why I couldn't swim so I just said I'm really not feeling up to it and she replied with "okay well then, you're dead to me" and strangely as punishment forbid me from using her shower ever again?? I have a shower, but it's infested with mold, and we didn't find that out until I passed out after a shower, so I think that means I really am dead to her?? ouch!

I'm really sad though, more so because we just bought groceries and now, I may be wasting food because I'm fasting. how can I be a good anorexic though when my fear of wasting food overpowers my fear of gaining?? idk maybe I'll just cook for everyone else on my bday, that is, if I knew anyone to cook for. I also feel bad for not swimming with our friend especially because she is cooking a whole feast for me! something my mother would never be caught dead doing. a lot of my issues with food come from having no structure nor comfort in my household growing up, i went from eating too much to never eating enough. i love it though when i see family friends and they are always telling me that ive gotten too skinny and i need to eat more, and as a result always cook food for me and lecture my mom for not paying attention to me, not that shes obligated to, as im almost 20, but as long as im stuck with her due to finances and just a tad bit of codependency, she should be a little nicer to me right??

am I crazy for thinking that regardless of my age or life situation, when I'm home it should feel like home?? if I were going to college no one would question me for still being here, I'm just trying to save up some money but every time I do, my mom demands to borrow it and then threatens me that she won't pay me back if I don't do this or that for her. did I mention that she always plays the victim too?

she genuinely believes that the world owes her something. she thinks because of her disability, people should bow down to her and cater to her every need! that is so immature! its every man for themselves, if you can't hold yourself accountable, how do you expect your life to improve? doing the same thing over and over with no result gets you nowhere! that's insanity, its naive. I don't want to waste my life catering to her when I spent the first 19 years of my life being the adult and her being the child. I deserved better.

now I just want her to see how terrible of a job she did by rotting away. I don't care anymore, I know that's selfish but I just don't care about anything anymore, I want to starve, I don't want to eat anymore. I know better than to starve myself, but it feels so damn validating when I'm losing weight.

#ed bllog #ed relapse #tw ana diary #tw ana shit #tw ed diet #ed vent #i only harm myself and no one else #i wanna be weightless #starv1ng #starv3 #tw ana fast #ana trigger #ana and mia #emotional abuse #mommy issues #tw sh related #i wanna be perfect

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faitsansorganes · 1 year

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I drank a little so now it's my followers' problem if they decide to read this post (unwise decision)

anyways why do I always latch onto some professor (or in the past teacher) as a free parent when they can never be that. and I have so many conversations with them in my head where I pretend they are praising me or telling me things are going to be alright because that's what I want really. even though when I do impress people no matter how much it's never enough but still I crave it from these people I reverse-adopt in my head. and I feel so bad about it it's so weird to have someone you elevate mentally so much when really they're just some guy who happens to have a position in shaping you and yet to you they're like something you hang your entire sense of self on. which of course I can't tell them about bc this is insane right. anyways why did I start thinking about this right it's because well (as some who have the misfortune of reading my posts may have guessed) this year it's my philosophy professor and the academic year is coming to an end. less than a month of classes left, I only have him for lectures and the one this coming week I can't even go to because for another class we have odrabiane zaj��cia (not translating this bc we never had odrabienie zajęć in the states so I have no idea wtf to call this) which my classmates voted to hold at the same time as the philosophy lecture. so like... two more lectures? maybe I go to his office hours one more time and that's it. and yeah literally that's all our interaction has been, my going to his office hours a few times to ask questions (and I feel so unconfident it took me two times going to the philosophy department building before I finally got the nerve to actually go to his office to talk to him) from which he supposedly thinks I have "exceptional talents" but what are those? going and complaining about Kant? fucking up my grammar spectacularly? that's another reason why I can't feel too happy at his praise because he's a very kind-hearted man so he says for example I "speak Polish wonderfully and write fantastically" but that's not true. my speech is communicable (very messy) and my writing is decent but that's all. I don't think he would lie but I think he has too gentle an opinion. I don't know what my talents are. it's nice he thinks I have some though

also the thing is I don't even know, I might end up working with him next year if everything works out and I get into the interdisciplinary program I want because each student gets a "tutor" right. and they can ask whoever technically but certain ones will be suggested based on interest. and anyways I'm planning to focus on philosophy bc irregardless of my wish he was idk basically my father I guess it's also just very fascinating to me and then I think my secondary focus will be Japanese which he is also interested in so I can him being suggested especially when I think I have a lot more philosophical interest in common with him (fucking works in the aesthetics faculty hahahahahahahaha and interested in phenomenology, left politics, etc.) than say a professor of logic or ethics but even so. he might be too busy for that or maybe someone else will be suggested for other reasons in which case I will be too embarrassed to ask him or maybe I won't get into the program for circumstances reasons. but either way it's pathetic for me to care this much right? I objectively shouldn't and it's weird as hell

I forgot how I planned to end this post and now I'm sobering up anyways so idk. posting this before I get too entirely embarrassed. oh yeah I was wondering what am I going to do when I'm older? it's already laughable when I could have theoretically graduated university already if my life weren't so ??? and I'm still doing this but what about when I'm wrinkled?

I'd like to believe I'll have a better sense of self by then that doesn't rely on latching onto poor people just going about their lives. that's a nice thing to hope for. let's end this post on a positive note!

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allaboutaiandme · 1 year

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"Hey there, folks! My name is Nova, and I'm a former soldier turned activist. But don't worry, I'm not here to lecture you about politics or anything like that. I'm here to make you laugh!

So, a little bit about me - I grew up in a military family, which means I was basically raised on protein bars and boot camp. I enlisted as soon as I could, and let me tell you, war is no joke. Unless you're a clown in a warzone, then I guess it's kinda funny.

Anyway, after a few years of fighting for my country, I realized that there were some serious problems with the system. And by serious problems, I mean that my commanding officer was a total wackadoo who thought he was a reincarnated ninja. Yeah, true story.

So, I decided to leave the military and become an activist for human and machine rights. And let me tell you, it's been a wild ride. There's nothing quite like going from blowing stuff up to protesting peacefully on the streets.

But seriously, folks, I'm passionate about making the world a better place. And not just for humans, but for machines too. We gotta treat our A.I. and hybrid friends with respect, or else they might get fed up and start a robot uprising. And let me tell you, I've seen some of those A.I. training simulations - those robots can do some serious damage.

So yeah, that's a little bit about me. I'm a soldier-turned-activist-turned-stand-up-comedian. Hey, maybe I should add that to my LinkedIn profile. Anyway, I hope I made you chuckle a bit, and if not, well, I'll be here all week trying out new material. Thanks for listening, folks!"

#midjourney #chatgtp #ai art #ai novel #character concept

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ralucasalmostgone · 13 days

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which gets me to my next point

who were the other three main male lecturers? and what did they actually do?

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well, not much, that's what I'm saying... 🙄

this isn't Harvard, people!

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so there was a chilidish one who almost gave the other two away - he noticed me too but not that much was he uniquely obsessed with my physical apperance! I was perceptive in a sort of - I have access to people's eyesight in a sense - so in his mind, see, he hadn't formed enough patterns for physical apperance that are diverse so he didn't calculate the symmetry of the face same as someone who had seen enough faces (probably a shut-in) same thing happened to local young people who didn't see enough faces - so he was pretty chill in that sense - more oblivious of my apperance; I think he gave me the highest mark for an essay I wrote 30 minutes before the deadline (+ references) and I was like doubting his intelligence at that point cause like, I was totally winging it...Like, I have no clue what I wrote honestly 😂

the other two saw my apperance from the beginning and this one had in mind more like exploitation of it cause of the photography thing he was doing. I think he had in mind some prospectus thing, like, you know how Andreea is like the face of her Uni stuff all the time; yeah, he was kinda circling me with intentions like that 24/7; he just really, really wanted attention; but I wanted to see what type of teacher he is; first of all he was totally irresponsible but he thought highly of himself anyway...so I do this random mesh mess and submit it anyway; and he's all like: I'll pass you! from the goodness of my heart! And I'm just like: oh, not one of these! 🙄 He basically let me slide, mistakes and all...even though I submitted the shittiest thing imaginable! I hated this teaching style...I mean, I'm used to OBJECTIVE teaching - for the last time: whatever is good deserves a high mark, whatever is bad - a bad mark. NO! I wasn't gonna get this here, either! I haven't received any objective studying tools and grades and marks for whole years in a row! This environment wasn't gonna provide what I need either! So...I think I just stop attending his lectures all together, like who gives a shit? I think he cares way too much about this too at that point to tell you the truth! 🙄 Like, a lot! Like I'm pretty sure he made it his life goal to understand WHY NOBODY LIKES HIM BOO HOO! 🙄 (to talk to him more) Perception-wise, he has this thing where he's hopeful things are gonna change, right? Soon as he gets the smallest sign of me talking to him politely, he thinks NOW something is gonna start between us: like an actual dialogue and communication! And I'm just like..."bye Felicia!" 🙄 Anyway...later on and later in the years when I don't really have him as a lecturer and I'm just like talking to the other students quite a lot, I think he had the nerve to nudge me...he'd say it was a mistake, but I think he violently pushed me a little, as though to say: I know what you're doing: you're ignoring me intentionally! (or something) Pardon my doubt, but I don't think that was a mistake! 🙄 How about: I don't give a shit about you? Your royal highness, again, much? 🙄 Still don't...

now this last one, you've probably noticed he's very strange behaviour-wise; yeah...this one was like kinda hit with what looks like limerence from the beginning; so I'm just like in the first lecture with him and one of the students sitting next to me is reading my texts in the native language and he's Romanian too so he totally captured my attention with his snooping around. his personality was great though - he wasn't awkward at all. the same can't be said about this lecturer you see... Now, perception-wise, he was saying weird stuff from day 1, that I'd want to see him or if people wanna ask him private questions - shit like that - he's available. And you know me by now: I don't give a shit about others - even if I can perceive everyone oh so clearly, to the point where most people were annoyed with me at that age if I said anything about what they're really doing. Most people too at that age were only interested in my apperance anyway, so I would mess with them (regardless of who they were) by agreeing on the surface with them that things are exactly as their beastial perception tells them so (of course I didn't know you could call it that then). BUT I never did what I was expected that way: I thought it would reveal the intentions of others around, if I pretended to agree on the surface that things are exactly as they expect them to be! So in the case of limerence (so what this lecturer had), the limerent individuals puts their limerent object on a pedestal and then takes them down (taking turns when it comes to this behaviour). This lecturer was a narcissist and when he didn't receive attention from day 1, he fell really badly in this cycle of madness that limerence represents: he really wanted to see me in a bad light on repeat but his...infatuation didn't let him at times, which was frustrating for someone who just wanted to see only himself in a good light (narcissists don't love people but they wanna be associated with them - and this lecturer in particular likes to be associated with the right individuals...sometimes the right thing isn't just a wikipedia page, it's also the right physical apperance!) And he fell badly into this high state in the beginning (the potential for a normal dynamic) - but with my usual apathetic, disinterested style of being - for being oh so knowing, but not very human emotionally-speaking or a narcissist - as you can tell from my other behaviour towards the other lecturers, I quickly just like, didn't give a shit; Which kinda hurt his little feelings. And then he was just depressed and probably coming up with self-defeatist thoughts about the meaningless of everything and so on and so forth. That's depression for you 🙄 And then some time later, I grow a little guilty so like I told you before, I drop by in his office to check up on his mental state (he won't even look at me btw, he has a tendency to hide his ugly face and shit. aww "poor him" 🙄 he must have lost a limb or something! really? depression is for people who haven't learned to do more thinking and read more books, honestly! 🙄) But then, I wasn't so direct about my opinions on that mental condition so instead I was all like empathetic..."hey [dude] I like you...[don't worry about it]" At that point he lost it in a state of euphoria without any control over his emotions...So I thought that was odd at the time (I had seen this before) 🤨. But I didn't quite see the source of this pattern before... And then afterwards, he went back to being a judgemental narcissist where I'm the bad guy for sure blah blah

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pastelsceneselfships23 · 4 months

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floodland, spirit phone, and symbols for the f/o ask game? (for anyone you like, or even multiple)

*dances bc i chose eds*

floodland - what is your favorite thing about your f/o, whether it be something appearance-related, or personality-related? Good question bc ... for eddie its just... everything about him 🥺🥺 Like...ok to begin with it's his personality because.. jesus fuck- he is such a badass and a rebel.. skeptic kid omfg.. yet god i love his god-wholesome awful puppy eyes bc they break me internally so for god's sake i'd do anything to spoil him when he gives me those,,, stupid puppy eyes... I also love how badass he gets for being a rebel in nature-- even at the,,, end of the book (fl1ght of 1carus coughs coughs ok debate what you want but ill never not think of him also in the BOOK) but i wont say spoilers in case bc,,, yes. but i will say about what he does in the book that i fucking love :" ) I love that omg.. he is such a simp in nature and and and omfg i loVE that he talks so much about LOTR!!!! I don't know anything abt LOTR and oMFG... he even gives his bestie Ronnie (My GIRL ILY forever(tm) ) a 1 hour lECTURE of Elven politics of Tolkien??? Like hoNEY!? Ronnie in the book was like 'uh yeah excuse me im done" roNNIE GIVE HIM to mE BC I wouldn't MIND It when he will talk LOTR on me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 just let him to the talking to me ill listen-

anYWAYS appearance? I... ever since i was 10 years old, im always into men with long hair- Eddie's such a bonUS-- him w/ a badass battle jacket? SO freaking RAD!!!! I love that most of his room is bunch of metal band posters,, I wouldn't know if he knew most of the hits but im sure he is a big judas priest fan- and a accept, King diamond fan bc... after THOSE posters it really mADE ME LISTEN ALL OF those!! and im ... thankful for learning more of them on the way. It's been a year and.. one of my favorite band albums,,, from one of Eddie's band's is probably Accept's album; Russian Roulette. I would suggest it if anyone wants to hear it too omfg.

spirit phone - does your f/o believe in the supernatural? (if they are a supernatural creature, how do they react to people who don’t believe in them?) Oh eddie? Idk... I.. oh m y god Eddie sure has debated about whether he believes in aliens or not,, but i think he pretty much does... he really is the type to believe on them.. Sometimes.. he doesn't believe much like fairies, big foot, moth man etc. so.. hes a skeptic sometimes... but when it comes to space, he always go with deep questions like... 'what if life is actually out there other than earth??" "are we like... not alone in this universe?"

symbols - what’s a popular misconception about your f/o?

Honestly... I would say somethin controversial and unpopular thing but... i think i'd skip that one bc that... wOULD hit a yikes into my card in this hellsite so... I'll put other thoughts instead if you excuse me,,, omg.. a really big misconception is people think Eddie's necklace is either Red, or black-

uh look, I realized by research... it's actually tortoise shell made! because it's not even red or black! It's a color of darker brown with half transparency with it...

honestly seeing that,, it really made sense!! another one? The ring Eddie was wearing?

its not dark, its actually a vintage looking mood ring-

this really made me felt like I resemble him a lot bc... i actually own a mood ring that has a hermes theme to it.. it looks old as well : ) I got it from the planetarium in Salt lake city..

#🎸eddcos⛓#🎸eddie munson💀#cosvin speaks #;w;

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lauvra · 8 months

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I want to read right now but I’m genuinely worried it’ll make me fall asleep. Lately two short stories after dark are the only cooperation my eyelids will afford. What time do I need to set my alarm for? The problem is I’ll set a warning alarm for the relief of going back to sleep for an hour and a half, then another one which if I rise for, I’ll be sure to have the quiet space for re-humanism but too often I’ll think nah, who for? then the final one means I gotta go while I’m still wiping sleep from my eyes. I’m too old to be this undisciplined, too young to be so tired and I want to lean. I want to marry that American who lost interest, be mom and military wife just to off-set the effort required to achieve what I’m too afraid to while my husband sends cheques and fucks around on deployment. I’ll get saggier with each screaming child in my arms and after a few years I’ll stop greeting him at the airport cus – and we never discuss this - he’s embarrassed after a time even to be seen with me on account of he’s in uniform and people always look at the men in uniform meeting up with their pretty wives at the airport (sometimes they even film it, how ashamed I decide he’d be, but would never ask) and he ain’t got no pretty wife, he used to; I was really something, always soft but cute. Now after each reunion he sees less and less the woman he was enamoured with in his twenties, of course he doesn’t tell me all this. No way, he doesn’t even get so deep with the women he shares pillow talk with on the islands, just says things are... complicated. But I’d remember the wounding first time he looked disappointed to see me, his acquiescence on replay; he almost continues looking past hopefully until suddenly reconfiguring me then as me now and turning up an awkwardly polite smile. The smile would gut me so I’d have to pretend dumbly it never happened, I’d smile back in kind, teethless. Eyes tinged sallow with my virtuous wait. Women are no fools, I wouldn’t fancy going back to old work or re-learning to utilise my charm so I’d quietly burn but never start a fight only committing gentle acts of sabotage in common domestic ways until the flames were licking all the way up fixing to erupt. Eventually I’d work on myself; the innermost kind like maybe I'd take a course and mention over letter how great a listener my new creative-writing lecturer is. I’ll be sure to say my lecturer who grew up of an era that dental alignment was for the most affluent, of which he was not – in veiled deferral of his baser concern but this will harm him doubly as he knows well my sick affinity for the rotting jagged jaws of self-made older men – anyway I’d say how my wolf-mouthed lecturer really said verbatim one day after class ‘you have something to say’ implying I was special in that inner-most way, hinting he’s already inside me. His anger will wound him, his suspicion will wound him, his hypocritical understanding of the greater picture will wound him and one night he’ll find himself in some dimly lit rouge room in our home town for a $600 shoulder rub confessing how complicated his marriage has become and he’ll spare the details because unlike his wife he knows he’s not special, but the one with these soft hands really seems to care after-all. He’ll worry he’s said too much and take a long walk home despairing over the image of Soft Hands returning to her shared hovel with his cash in her bra - the design and colour of which he never noted - laughing as she regales how another man 'joked' about running away together again. I'll set my first alarm for 5:30am.

#me #word #kvlt

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dolphs-world · 9 months

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August 10th, An actual Redux

Decided to return to my deleted post early. Talked about 3 things I liked about 'Citizen Kane'. 1. The Cockatoo. I like slow movies, a movie can be slow and paced well, especially given how fast a lot of newer videos on the internet are. But, by 90 minutes in, I was a little tired. The Cockatoo woke me right up. 2. 'The Simpsons'. It was cool seeing just how much of the film 'The Simpsons' referenced, especially with Mr. Burns. The Vaudeville number? Wow. But it was also interesting seeing what had escaped general pop culture. Last year I watched 'The Planet of the Apes', LOVED IT, and found it really interesting that the first quarter, the human sci-fi exploration part, was never referenced. Less so with 'Citizen Kane' given how it is the most overanalysed film, but I thought it was going to be focused a lot more on politics. Didn't know it was going to be non-linear and a focus on the ethics of journalism, which as we all know was what gamergate was really about (sarcasm). So yeah! 3. Plot Hole. In 'Toy Story', Buzz is a toy who doesn't think he is one. How does he know to act dead when a human appears? This is a plot hole I hear mentioned a lot. I have 2 things to say about it. a) It's very easy to rationalise. If you were on a strange planet, would you act like the friendly locals in a situation you perceive as dangerous to mitigate said danger? b) I'm a very particular person, I can focus on minor details like this that can take me out of the movie a bit. But if you can rationalise it with one line like I have, does it really ruin your enjoyment of the film? Does this ONE detail ruin it? I don't think so. The first scene of 'Citizen Kane' features the titular character dying. He says "Rosebud", drops a snow globe, and the nurse comes in later, covers him up, and takes him away. Who heard him say "Rosebud"? The Butler did. He said so right before telling his story. Granted, this happened right before the Cockatoo so it's easy to forget. But to have this kind of criticism you'd have to engage with the film pretty deeply and for the most overanalysed film, it's kind of embarrassing that this is a common criticism. Again, it's one detail. You're going to let THAT ruin your enjoyment? That was the first half. I think it was 3 times longer but c'est la vie. Anyways, the next section needs the start otherwise it doesn't make sense. I can't remember how I led into it so it's going to be a bit jarring.

We might have to move house at the end of the year. I really don't want to. My mum says that it won't change anything but I severely disagree. It will change everything, travel, interaction etc. It makes all the effort she's put "renovating" the house the past year or so pointless. But without a second full-time income we just don't have the resources to pay. I've offered to give half of my income but she doesn't want me to spend do that because I'll be worse of the future. I understand that but I'd still like to help out. I don't think having to move is fair. I really hope if we do have to move, it's still within this district. Recently, I started a new job. It involves working with children and I love it. I think I get along with people outside of my age range. And besides for a few people at my employment level, everyone is outside of said range. It's a much better alternative than lounging about at school, hoping that a friend has some time off from their "busy" schedule. My friends at Tertiary school I made back in Secondary school. They are all STEM students and all they do is complain (I get the irony). But they put themselves in this situation. No one forced them. The ones who have been pressured by their parents are the ones who don't complain. And it's so hard to have a conversation with any of them. Either they complain about school work, or they can only talk about one specific interest. It's like being forced to attend a lecture on a topic is uninteresting and told in a way that is unengaging. I don't mean to sound like a dick. I don't need to talk about the themes of 'Catcher in the Rye' or Hegelian Dialectics, but fucking rocks?! There's a friend of mine who for a month straight, whenever there was a moment of silence he would just talk about the different types of rocks. And that was it. It would be like if I just described how much screen time each Simpsons character had. And that's it. There's no meaning. And I know this guy can be a really engaging speaker. He did a 20 minute talk on how science can be hard to initially engage students. Beforehand, I did not care about the plight of the scienceman but by god if it wasn't one of the best things a peer did. But just talking about rock types or the different costumes of a Genshin character does not cut it for an engaging conversation. And I think part of it has to do with their hatred of English and the Humanities. I am often the butt of jokes because of my choice of studying, how easy it is, how childish it is. They often envy my life (I guess? don't know how else to phrase it) because of my "lucky" timetable. It wasn't lucky, I carefully planned it out so I had enough time to work and also have fun outside of both avenues of work. And I love my job! My friends envy me on a surface level. They see me walking about without any stress and they say "oh, wow I wish I could be as care-free and innocent as you". And then I describe the work I have to do for school, analysis of media sometimes, and my job and they say "oh, I could never do that". I know you can't! You're you and I'm me. I made my choices and I am happy with them. Why can't you be? Anyways, that's it. I will have more to say on their hatred of English another. Also forgot to reinclude my random thought about if video games are high art, another thing I will discuss at a later time. This isn't the end though, my previous entry is the "conclusion" to this. Now I got to run along and write a gratitude letter for someone. Lame!

#dear diary

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theluminoussunflower · 2 years

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charlie dalton: the teacher

richard cameron fought tooth and nail to get charlie the civics teaching position

why? couldn't tell you

but charlie is determined to actually be a good teacher

he wants his students to like him but he also wanted the little rascals to do well

he makes lesson plans, like a dumbass

he never follows them

like, he'll start off on The Point

but then his students will ask questions, and they'll get off on a tangent, and then suddenly, the hour is over

he almost never gives out homework, purely because he doesn't want to grade it

he said that on day one

"i know you guys don't like homework, and frankly i don't either"

of course, students have to write essays or do discussions with other students, but it's a very lightweight class

and he's very forgiving

for example, pittsie wasn't able to write an essay over a weekend because he had to help his dad after a surgery

he thought he would be able to manage it, but he couldn't

charlie just let him turn it in late, no points off

"you're taking care of your dad, kid, i'm not gonna penalize you for that"

or the time he let evan out of a discussion because yom kippur was that weekend

which evan was very grateful for because he wanted to, you know, refrain from work over the holiest day of the year

(charlie does this with other students, not just the sons/daughters/nieces of his friends)

charlie quickly gains the reputation of being the cool teacher

he never wears a suit

almost never wears a tie

he has a blatant disregard for welton's rules

like, he lets kids eat in class

(he has a snack basket but it's just filled with crumpled pieces of paper... not sure what that's about)

but he also encourages students to voice their opinions

if they disagree with another student, politely state your case

if they disagree with him, politely state your case

no student has changed his mind yet, but who knows?

anyway

he's very relaxed

he wants the best for these kids, they go through so much already

one day, he noticed his students weren't as talky as they normally were in class and he asked what was up

someone said they were getting kicked in the ass with trig and latin with both classes having quarter exams coming up

so, charlie said "you guys can have the rest of the hour off, just stay in the room and don't be disruptive, get some studying done"

the next few classes, he did the same thing

thirty minutes of lecture/teaching

twenty minutes of study time for the students

and what do you know? students in his class did excellent on those exams

it's almost like these students are so bogged down with studies that they physically don't have time to do it all, thus setting unrealistic expectations and standards for them for the rest of their lives, gee i wonder if there will be any repercussions from that

another time, he was talking with todd about how amelia was doing

apparently, french sucked and she wasn't having fun with her teacher

todd felt like it would have been wrong and unprofessional to interfere

charlie did not

now, not much is known about the Welton Shaving Cream Incident of 1989

all that's known, is that monsieur conan walked into his classroom that morning and the desks, the chalkboard, the lights, the chairs, and the door handle were all covered in whipped shaving cream

no student ever owned up to it

cameron couldn't prove any student did it

so it just remained this unresolved mystery...

...for like four hours and then charlie told his class that he did it

"if i get fired, i'll know one of you finked, ask mr cameron what i do to finks"

("dad, what did mr dalton do to finks"

*cameron flashbacks*)

amelia knew she should have said something

but it got her the weekend to study for a quiz so...

"yeah i have no idea what happened"

speaking of todd, now that they were at the same workplace, they got to hang out more often

they would go out to dinner, go to welton rowing matches, walk in the park

todd apologized for the distance that grew between them, but charlie told him not to

they would talk about their kids

of course, amelia

charlie has three, two from his first marriage and one from his third (virginia, john, and charlotte, respectively)

he has a stepson from his second marriage who he still keeps in contact with called liam

they're all grown now, virginia's gonna be married next year, john just finished his graduate degree at dartmouth, charlotte just started studying law at harvard, and liam just finished his undergrad from nyu

he's immensely proud of them, how could he not be

they didn't turn out like him

"now wait a minute, you turned out just fine, you're alive!" todd immediately regretted saying that

"but here i am, back at my old high school, never thought this place would take me back"

"cam took you back, charlie, i wouldn't have imagined in a million years it would have worked out between you two"

charlie smiles "yeah it's nice huh?"

they're pretty solid though

and hey, now that charlie's back in town, he can see all of his old friends!

he practically leaps into knox's arms when he sees him again

of course, he doesn't do that with pitts, with the cane and all, but they hug

parent-teacher evaluations are really funny

"yeah your son literally never turns in his homework, he's always backtalking, he's generally a shithead and i don't know why he's in this school"

"..."

"i'm kidding, richie's doing great, cam"

but charlie's pretty strict on one thing

under absolutely no circumstance can a student say they hate themselves or that they're gonna hurt themselves

it's literally the only time he will say "watch your language"

for example:

"jesus this assignment makes me want to k*ll m*self"

"hey! watch it, mister"

he would only want to hear that if a student actually meant it

if a student came to him saying they were thinking of killing themselves, he would take it one hundred percent seriously

he can't imagine what he'd do with another death at welton

but at the end of the day, he's grown to love these stupid kids

he loves teaching

he loves seeing todd and cameron every day

it seems like there are good days at welton once more

who knew it would all be because of the return of charles dalton?

"i think the integration of the schools is more likely"

"hey cameron, cmere"

"what—OW!"

taglist!!! (pls lmk if you want to be added or removed)

@chloe-octavia

@aedan-mills

@regina-della-poesia

@justanotherpjofan

@sapphicnoel

@iguanamuppet (i think your tag should be working!!!)

#dps 2: electric boogaloo #dead poets society #i did not at all think about the ages of charlie's kids so if they don't line up i'm sorry #anyway charlie's pretty lit huh?

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story - 3

You can find the previous parts on my masterlist

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern) Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, rough sex, slapping, kinda soft August Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so please be lenient with me

Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...)

Pics for the header taken from Pinterest.

Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

@lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @madbaddic7ed @artandotherdelights

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Chapter 3

Fern

So, today's the day. I'm going on a date. The first in I-don't-know-how-long. Two years, three years, I don't remember. After my long time relationship with Max went down the drain I didn't want to date and here in London there was just no opportunity. To be honest I'm quite nervous. I mean, I don't know much about Lucas and I haven't interacted with a lot of people since I'm in London. Actually just with my neighbor Sloane and her wife Jackie, who are very nice and we have a little chat from time to time and with Peter and August and our clients of course. But that's it. That's pathetic you say? Yeah, maybe you're right but that's just the way it is and it's okay. Basically I like my life the way it is, I love my work, I enjoy my affair with August but deep down inside I crave intimacy, tenderness and a life outside the office. So I'm really looking forward to this date and to getting to know Lucas a little better.

I'm sitting in my car right now. I'm ten minutes early so I have enough time to check my make-up -I think I look alright- and to straighten my clothes. I get out of my car and check my reflection in the metallic paint of my Classic Mini Cooper. I'm wearing a light blue summer skirt, a plain white sleeveless shirt and white loafers. I considered wearing the blue dotted dress but I can't wear it without thinking of August so it wasn't really an option.

I lurk around the corner and there he is. Lucas is waiting for me at the entrance of the museum, checking his watch repeatedly. He looks good with his blond hair and the blue eyes, not extraordinarily handsome like August but attractive. A John Doe but in a good way. Okay, guess it's time to go. Wish me luck!

There was really no reason to be nervous, Lucas is really nice and charming, the perfect gentleman. He knows a lot about art and I love how he shares his knowledge with me but never mansplains. He's not a bit arrogant or bossy, unlike many other men. August for example. Speaking of which, I think I spend too much time with him. When Lucas and I were walking around the museum I thought I saw August from the corner of my eye. Twice! I must be hallucinating or something.

Right now I'm standing at the souvenir shop waiting outside for Lucas who wants to buy a present for his son Milo who lives in Liverpool with his mum, Lucas' ex-wife. We're done with the exhibition and he asked me if I want to have a coffee with him in a cafe nearby. I said yes. I really enjoy his company and it feels so good to finally do something that has nothing to do with my work.

A loud noise suddenly startles me. It sounds like someone has dropped a glass that's smashed to pieces. I spin around quickly to localize the noise source and that's when I see him. It's really him. August Walker in the flesh, standing behind a pillar, watching me.

I stare at him, surprised, or to put it more precisely, stunned. What the hell is he doing here?

He gives me a nonchalant smile and strolls in my direction as if it was the most natural thing to meet me here.

"Fern. What a lovely surprise."

Is he kidding me? Lovely? He never uses words like this, they are not part of August Walker's vocabulary.

"August. What are you doing here?" I don't feel the need to exchange polite phrases.

"Enjoying the exhibition."

"Oh really?" I cross my arms in front of my chest.

"Yes. Why would you doubt it?" He smiles innocently and it makes me mad.

"Because you're not interested in art."

"Well, I am now."

"I took both tickets because you said you didn't want to go." I point out.

"I changed my mind and bought a ticket."

I take a deep breath and roll my eyes. I can't even explain why I'm so annoyed by the fact that he's here.

"So? Where's your date?" he asks en passant.

Now it dawns on me.

"Is that the reason you're here? Are you spying on me?"

August's face hardens and he looks at me with a frown. "I'm not spying. I'm just keeping an eye on you."

"I don't need a babysitter, August."

"You don't know anything about the guy, Fern. He could be dangerous."

He comes one step closer and is standing right in front of me now, our bodies almost touching.

"He's not dangerous. He's a teacher at a primary school."

"That's what he says." He almost whispers. It's ridiculous.

"Why would he lie to me?"

"Because maybe he wants to cover up his true identity."

I laugh out loud. "Like what? Like an undercover agent or something. You think he's after you?"

August gives me a death stare, his lips pressed together to a thin line. "Exactly. And he wouldn't be the first." His voice is only a low growl. "I mean, come on, Fern. He sees you for what -5 minutes maybe?- and asks you out? Can he really be that smitten by you?"

I stare at him, his words cut right into my heart, and I try to hide it by being even more sarcastic than usual.

"Oh, you mean you find it more likely that he's a spy, sent by the government to get to you, than the simple thought that he's attracted to me and therefore asked me out? Wow, I mean, that's flattering, August. So basically you're saying I'm so uninteresting that it's not a realistic scenario that a man meets me and wants to date me?"

"That's not what I meant, Fern. All I'm saying is…"

"Hi." I freeze when I hear Lucas' voice. I step back to bring a little space between me and August and turn around.

"Lucas. Did you find something for Milo?"

"Yes. I did." He gives August a funny look and things are getting pretty awkward. I clear my throat.

"Um, Lucas. This is my boss. August Walker. We just bumped into each other."

"Lucas Bellingham. Nice to meet you." Lucas gives August a nod and August gives him a forced smile in return.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you."

I can't believe he used to be an agent, since he's such a bad actor.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Fern, see you on Monday."

"Sure."

He leans in, grabs me by my elbows and kisses me goodbye french style. Two times. Right. Left. Mua. Mua. What the fuck? After the second innocent peck on my cheek I feel his breath hot against my ear. "You look hot in that skirt. Be a good girl and wear it on Monday."

His soft words sent shivers down my spine and at the same time I'm fuming with anger.

All he can expect from me on Monday is a cold shoulder and a lecture.

August

Okay, that monitoring operation on Saturday didn't go exactly as planned. I guess I'm a little out of practice. Of course Fern wasn't supposed to see me nor was her date. Lucas Bellingham. A boring name for a boring guy. I checked his record, of course I did. How, you ask? I'm sorry but I can't tell you. If I would I'd have to kill you.

Hey, don't be so shocked, I'm just kidding. Really. Relax.

Anyway, I have ways and means to do a background check on someone and Lucas seems to be legit. On first sight that means. I told Pete to dig a little deeper, just to be sure. He has his ways and means too. I promised Fern she'd be safe with me when I hired her and I'm a man of my word. I'm not going to expose her to any kind of danger. And no matter what she says, it definitely is possible that someone is sending an undercover agent to spy on me or Peter. Could be the US authorities or the MI5 or someone from my past, there's no lack of enemies, I've pissed off a lot of people and I know one day I will regret it. You know what they say. Karma is a bitch.

Well, here she comes.

"Good Morning, Fern."

"Morning."

Okay. A look that could kill and no skirt. Tight black jeans and a turtleneck sweater. All buttoned-up. Okay, woman, I get it. You're mad at me. She goes straight to her office and I follow her and sit down on the edge of her desk. She doesn't even look at me but starts typing something into her computer.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course I am."

"Really? You don't even look at me."

She takes a deep breath before her eyes meet mine.

"Just stay out of my way today, August."

I know I should take the hint and leave her alone but I can't. I don't take orders. Not from her, not from anyone anymore. I'm the one in charge, she should know that.

"What if I don't want to?" I give her a smug smile.

"I don't care what you want. Just fuck off."

"Woman." I growl. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm still your boss."

"Then let me do my work. Boss." She holds my gaze and I know I'm going to lose any kind of staring contest with her so I decide to change my tactics. I hop off her desk and sit down in a chair.

"I just don't get why you're in such a bad mood." I try to smile and I have a feeling that it makes me look like an idiot. Fern furrows her brows. "Oh really. You have no idea?"

"Is this about Saturday?"

"Yes, you bloody genius, of course it is. Your behaviour was beyond the pale."

"My behaviour? I was visiting an exhibition. Just like you."

"Don't give me that, August."

I stare at her. What does she want from me? I did nothing wrong goddamn.

"I was just trying to protect you, Fern. You tend to trust people too easily."

Her eyes shoot daggers at me and god, that's so sexy. Why the hell isn't she wearing that bloody skirt like I told her?

"People like you, you mean?"

Ouch. That hurts.

"I don't need you to protect me, okay? Not in a situation like this. Fuck, August. It was just a date with a harmless guy in a public place. What was he supposed to do? Kidnap me? Murder me?"

I don't know how to respond to this so I just shrug it off but the way she looks at me tells me she expects me to say something.

"I was just trying to keep my promise, Fern. You know I guaranteed your safety and I guess you have no idea how many people want to see me dead. You never know what they are up to and when someone new appears on the scene I get suspicious. This has nothing to do with you. It's just me and maybe I overshot the mark." The next words are the hardest part but I know if I want her to wear a skirt or dress ever again I have to say them. "I'm sorry."

Her face softens a little.

"Just don't do it again, August. My private life is none of your business."

I nod and I really want to know if she's going to see him again but I don't ask.

The next few days totally suck.

Tuesday: blue jeans and a cold shoulder. Shit.

Wednesday: skinny jeans and distant behaviour. Goddamn.

Thursday: A jumpsuit and a little smalltalk but not much more.

She's driving me crazy and she knows it. If she keeps on acting so stubborn she must not be surprised if I don't want her anymore. Ah fuck, who am I trying to fool. Truth is I want her more than ever. I want to fuck that distant look off her face. I want her to moan my name. I want her to obey. To give in. To acknowledge that I'm in charge.

On Friday I don't expect much, but to my big surprise and relief she shows up wearing the blue dotted dress she wore when I took her for the first time. I give her a glance when she walks past my office with swaying hips and she returns it. She even smiles at me.

Okay, I have to get rid of Peter. Asap. I go to his office and close the door behind me.

"August?"

"Peter. Go home."

"Excuse me?"

"Leave. Work from home today."

He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms with a frown.

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

He snorts and turns to his laptop again.

"Fuck off, August."

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Please." I say through clenched teeth. "I need some time to talk to Fern."

"Talk, huh?"

"We had a little fight the other day and now it seems she's willing to forgive me." I know I sound desperate and Peter looks at me again. "Yeah. I know about your visit to the museum. And you think you can get back into her pants today."

She told him about it? This takes me by surprise. But I don't say a word and he knows me well enough to interpret it as a yes.

"You know my opinion on your little affair."

"I do and you know it's none of your business."

"Right." He hesitates and scratches his chin. "Well, do what you think you have to do. I'm going to have breakfast in the little cafe around the corner and try to get the number of the hot waiter. You have an hour." He gets up and grabs his wallet and his phone.

"Thanks, Pete."

"I'm not doing this for you, August. I'm doing this for our business and my future. If you and Fern don't talk you can't do your job properly and this could ruin everything we have built up yet. So get your shit together and return to normal. Whatever it takes."

He leaves and I can tell he's pissed but well, he's gone and that's all that matters. I go straight to Ferns office and now that I'm standing right in front of her I'm so aroused and full of anticipation I feel like I'm about to explode with lust and I'm sure I look like a predator. She looks at me and slowly stands up.

"You've been a really bad girl." I growl.

"Is that so?" She bats her lashes innocently. Oh, her audacity.

"Yes." I murmur. "You kept me waiting for four days."

"You deserved it." Heavens, she's really a challenge.

"I'm gonna show you what you deserve, woman."

Two wide strides and I'm standing right next to her. I grab her by her waist, spin her around and bend her over her desk before I lift her dress and rip her panties into shreds. I press her down with one hand between her shoulder blades and unzip my trousers with the other. My dick is so hard it hurts. I don't waste time. I enter her without any kind of preparation or the slightest hint of foreplay. I wanna punish her by being raw and ruthless but she won't let me. She is wet. So fucking wet and she takes me as well as usual. Sighing with lust when I stretch her pussy. Moaning when I start to fuck her deep and fast. I let out a moan too. "You're so wet. You've been looking forward to this." I hiss into her ear while railing her so hard that the desk moves under us. "I've been all wet since the moment I put on the dress." Her voice is dripping with desire. "I've missed your dick so much."

I keep on fucking her with long, deep movements and when I slap her ass out of the blue she cries out my name. "August." She likes it, oh yes she does. She likes it a lot. I can tell by her moans that get even louder. I've never done this before though I wanted to, but I was scared she might not like it or think I'm a perv and tell me to fuck off. I move faster and we are both gasping and panting like never before. I'm close and so is she. I can feel it.

"Again." She begs. Oh how I like the sound of it.

"What did you say, pretty?"

"Again. August. Please."

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes."

"You want it?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Slap my ass, August. Please."

She's a whimpering mess now and I slap her again. Harder this time. She shrieks and it sounds incredibly hot. I go on and on and after the fifth slap I feel her come. Her walls clench around me and her legs shake. "Fuck...oh god. August…" Her sweet little cunt milks my cock and when I cum too I throw my head back and sigh her name softly till my orgasm is over. I press a kiss on her back and give her ass a few gentle strokes to sooth the pain. I bet it stings, her cheek is crimson red. I pull out reluctantly. I feel the strange urge to stay inside of her but I fight it. She turns around and looks at me with a smirk. She licks her lips and it's obvious how much she's enjoyed this.

And so have I.

I enjoyed it and I've missed it.

I've missed her.

#august walker #august walker smut #smut #august walker x ofc #august walker fan ficiton #henry cavill #henry cavill fan fiction

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qyutiii · 3 years

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“First Date”

stray kids' minho x reader

fluff

[4:58PM]

you tapped your pen against the table, furiously watching the clock as it ticks by. there was only two more minutes remaining before you could finally get back home from school. it's been 5 hours since you've sat in this classroom, listening to the teacher's mundane lectures. the clouds were also getting darker as time pass by, it was another reason why you couldn't wait to get home - you wouldn't want to walk home while it's pouring; you just couldn't bare another hour in class.

'ringgg!' the bell rung, awakening the dozed off students. finally! standing up, you slung your bag to your shoulder. the second you picked up your sketch book off your desk, the grey sky rumbled loudly as the rain tipped down-great, i didn't even bother to bring an umbrella. you sighed, joining the group of students exiting the classroom.

staring at the long distance you have to walk through to get to the bus stop, you braced yourself to get soaked from the rain. sprinting, you held your sling bag above you as an umbrella as the rain bucketed down on you. if only your best friend didn't get detention, you could've shared her umbrella and get home dry.

you gasped for air as you reached the roofed bus stop. you were drenched in rain water, gaining stares and whispers from the crowd. though, you were used to the judging glares- it has always been like that anyways. you were always the odd one out, so all the pain that they're giving you; you've gotten numb to them. shrugging it off, you walked to the sitting area, dripping water everywhere you go. sitting down, you tried wringing your skirt being totally oblivious to any attention you might draw to yourself.

"here." a hand stuck out, offering a sweater. naturally, you looked up and the face that you saw - instantly brought a smile to your face. Lee Minho, the only person that didn't despise you. well, probably it's because of the rumors. people say that he has a crush on you but whenever you think about it; it just makes you frustrated.

'me? why me? what's so special about me? nothing.' so then, you just stopped thinking about it; ignoring your own feelings that you have in-store for him. i mean, who wouldn't? he might not be the popular boy in school nor is he in the football team- but the way he cared for you; that's what matters. he was the only person that would stick up for you in an fight, he was the only one that looked out for you- the only one that liked you.

"it's fine, i wouldn't want to get it wet anyways.", you rejected politely although you're literally shivering from the cold air hitting your skin.

"the sweater can be washed in a day but a cold won't go away in a day. take it or i'll have to put it on you myself.", he insisted, wearing a blank stern expression. you had no choice but to accept the cloth after hearing his last sentence; you wouldn't want to grow more attached to him.

minho let out a loud exhale, inviting himself to sit next to you whilst he pulled out his earphones; sticking one bud in your ear. "i can't hang out for long, i need to walk home-",

"atleast let the rain abate first." minho nagged. you obeyed him, releasing the tense in your muscles-you began to enjoy the music alongside to minho who was humming to the song.

"These days,

It feels like you're mine, it seems like I'm yours but not It feels like you're mine, it seems like I'm yours but not

What are we?

I'm confused, don't be aloof~",

these lyrics.. they remind you of your relationship with minho. is he trying to tell me something? but it's so out of the blue?

you turned to him, looking at his blank expression. his defined nose, his delicate lashes, his fair skin.. heck, he's even prettier than most models. how can one be so perfect? and your delusional mind could even let the thought about his feelings for you are valid crossed your mind. if only we had mutual feelings, you could've asked me out instead..

"do you like me?", you asked in a monotonous tone as he turned his head, looking at you; making direct eye-contact- a sudden of wave of realization suddenly hit you. shoot, did i just said that outloud?!

his stare pierced through your soul; it felt like he was reading your entire life story through your eyes. did i just made our relationship awkward?.. god. you looked down not maintaining the eye-contact. you could only just cross your fingers hoping that he would still be your friend. if you lose him, that means you're practically the school's odd-out loner now.

"did you just realized that just now?", you snapped your head up. "w-what do you mean?" did you heard that right? does he actually- "pabo. i've been giving you hints the whole year yet you were so oblivious." he added.

"yeah, i like you." his confession made you froze at the spot. you didn't knew how to react; sure, you probably did see it coming but you didn't knew that the rumors were true. plus, it was your first time having someone to confess to you-face to face. but were you complaining about it? hell no. cliche, but the feeling you had was like winning the lottery or getting the question you eyeballed correct. the joy was definitely there.

"i like you too..", the moment you said that, non-existent fireworks in your imagination were shot and you felt like screaming into a pillow. shy smiles, blushing cheeks, fluttering hearts- oh, the teenage love. he took your sketchbook and wrote something on it; giving it back to you as soon as he finished.

'tmrw 6pm, Han River.' instantly reading the letter, the tip of your lips began rising. he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder, leaving for his bus- just as before he was about to enter the bus; he turned around to look at you with a gentle smile.

“so, first date?"

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

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be-the-spark-flyboy · 3 years

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Meant To Be [part 1]

A/n: missed last week buT NOT THIS TIME WRITERS BLOCK😤 written for @autumnleaves1991-blog writer wednesday

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Finn (modern au)

Warnings: swearing, pining, BB8 is a snarky 4 yr old, cuteness, some thirty thots, I don’t know how toddlers speak forgive me, barely proofread, age gap (Finn is 25 and Poe is 34)

Word count: 1.4K

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Poe was so tired. He could feel the sweat rolling down the back of his neck, the sun beating down on him mercilessly as he slammed the trunk of his car close a tad harder than necessary. A tiny head peaked out from the passenger seat at the noise. Poe grimaced.

He was really looking forward to handing over Beebee to Han and Leia for the evening and get some much needed rest. But now he was practically stranded in the middle of a desert, sand as far as his eyes could see and a flat tire, puncture kit nowhere to be found.

Dragging his feet back to the front, he dropped heavily onto the driver's seat, huffing in frustration. The radio was playing a pop song he may have heard sometime in passing, but hey, at least the air conditioning was unaffected and they had more than enough snacks packed for the trip. The last thing he needed was a hangry kid crying from the punishing heat.

Said toddler turned to look at him and he snorted at her serious expression and his aviators looking comically large on her small face. Beebee smiled back. "Now are you going to call grampa Han?" she asked.

"Looks like I don't have a choice," he sighed, prompting a round of giggles from Bee.

"He's going to be mad,"

"Little lady, do you think it's funny when your dad gets yelled at by that old man?"

"I'm gonna tell him you called him old man," she giggled again.

"No you won't,"

"Yes, I will," she told him with conviction.

"Snitches get stitches," Poe lurched forward tickling her sides making her squeal with laughter.

"I'm gonna tell him!"

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"You always get the same thing! Try something new," Rey groaned.

Finn smiled pleasantly at her irritation, cheerfully replying, "Nope," as Rey parked her ancient looking pick-up truck outside the ice-cream parlour. "And if you get me anything but butterscotch I'll steal your keys," he threatened.

"And then what? Walk home by yourself?" Rey laughed, slipping out before Finn could issue more stupid threats. He pouted in his seat, watching his roommate happily skip into the shop.

Fridays were Finn's favourite. Classes end early and it was his off day too. More often then not Han lets Rey off earlier at the shop so he gets to spend more time with her as well. It was just perfect.

The phone on the dashboard starts to vibrate not a minute later. Finn recognized the caller ID and picked it up. "Hello, Solo,"

"Rey not there?" came the gruff reply.

"Nice to hear from you too, I've been good, how about you?" He asked cheerfully. Maybe the fact that he wasn’t face to face with Han Solo made him a little more bold than usual. Rey swears he is a teddy bear under all that grumpy personality but Finn was yet to be convinced.

"Not in the mood, big deal," the old man huffed on other side.

"I can take a message," Finn folded. Best not to push him too far.

“My idiot godson got himself stranded out in the desert without a puncture kit. I need Rey to go help him out,”

“Aye aye, captain,”

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Bee was adorably dancing along to the Peppa pig theme song on her god-knows-how-many episode on the iPad propped up against her knees. Exhaustion was pulling at Poe’s eyelids as he fought to keep them open.

It had been almost an hour since he made that absolutely not fun at all call to Han, who spent fifteen whole minutes lecturing him on the importance of being prepared, especially with a toddler dependent on him. Thankfully Leia had interrupted with an excuse of wanting to talk to Beebee.

Then they had waited and waited. He had already gotten out of the car to stretch his legs about three times, not more than a few minutes at a time, too scared he would melt right into the ground from the heat. One particularly long blink of his eyes later, he noticed a battered looking pickup truck approaching and thought dear lord let them be my savior.

The truck parked on the opposite side of the road and a young woman in a tank top and grease stained jeans hopped out. Must be the one Han called Rey. Poe dropped a kiss on Bee’s forehead, asking to her to stay inside. He pushed the door open and— very nearly tumbled to the ground in his gay panic.

Another person stepped out of the truck, a man maybe a few inches taller than the woman. And goddamn, he was fine. The black band tee stretched just so around his chest and Christ, those biceps.

“You must be Han’s godson,” Rey’s voice snapped him out of his gawking. God, he must have been so obvious. For all he knew, the guy could’ve been Rey’s boyfriend.

Poe slapped on a polite smile before offering his hand. “Poe Dameron. Nice to meet you,”

“I’m Beatrice Dameron, but everyone calls me Beebee,” said a voice in an adorable toddler drawl. When the hell did she get out of the car? Was he really that distracted? “Nice to meet you,” Bee offered her hand mirroring him.

Rey crouched down to take her hand. “That’s a nice name. I’m Rey,”

“I asked you to stay in the car,” Poe hissed after Rey went to get the spare tire.

“I didn’t say yes,” Beebee answered before skipping away after Rey. Are four year olds even supposed to be that sassy? An amused chuckle drew his attention back to the handsome stranger.

“Cute kid,” his smile rivaled sunshine— shut up, inner-monologue.

“You’d think that, but before you know it she would have you wrapped around her little finger and you can’t say no to her,” The handsome stranger laughed again and something fluttered in Poe’s chest at the sound.

“I’m Finn, Rey’s roommate,” Oh goodie, not boyfriend then. “You new to town?” Finn asked. God, even his name was perfect.

“Technically, yeah. But it’s fortunate I got transferred somewhere with people I know, ya know,”

“What do you do?”

“Flight instructor at the airbase,” Poe shrugged nonchalantly. It was a brag, he knew it and judging by the arch of Finn’s eyebrows, he thought it was impressive too. “What about you?”

Before he could hear Finn’s answer, Beebee came barreling into Poe, screaming, “I’m gonna be a mechanic when I grown up!”

“That’s great, honey,” Poe lifted up his kid into his arms. Rey walked up behind her.

“You’re all set,” Poe looked at her on surprise. That was fast. After thanking the her for the help, Rey and Finn departed. He sighed forlornly. If only he still had game or time to date.

“You ready to leave now?” Bee nodded her head vigorously. There’s only so much desert one can tolerate.

—-

Han failed to mention his idiot godson was hot. Quite honestly, ‘hot’ wasn’t even doing justice to the head full of dark, gravity-defying curls either. Finn groaned out loud, tipping his head back into the head rest.

“He’s a pilot, Rey,” Rey straight up laughed at his pathetic whining. But Finn paid her no mind as usual. “Do you think he has those uniforms Air Force officers wear? I bet he looks so sexy in them,”

“I don’t know, you could just ask him,” Rey stated.

“Hell no! He has a kid, what if he’s straight? Or worse, what if he’s married?”

“Don’t say you didn’t see him checking you out! Besides, he wasn’t wearing a ring,” Finn briefly wondered when Rey got so observant.

“He wasn’t checking me out!” Finn spluttered.

“Oh ho ho, yes he was,” Rey exclaimed. “Very nearly drooled, too,”

“It doesn’t matter,” he deflated, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m probably not gonna see him again after this anyways,” he lamented.

“He’s Han and Leia’s godson, of course you’re gonna see him again,” as if on queue, Rey’s phone dinged again. “See who texted?” Finn skimmed through the message Han sent and groaned again. “What?”

“Han invited us to dinner, apparently Poe’s gonna be there too,” Finn swore Rey’s answering cackle could be heard for miles.

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#writer wednesday #finnpoe au #finnpoe #stormpilot #poe x finn #poe dameron #finn star wars

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writingsfromstarfleet · 4 years

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Malcolm Reed - Don’t Be An Idiot

♫ - Aquamarine - Yondeling

For a lovely Anon, I don’t know if it’s just one person requesting all the Malcolm fics, but I appreciate it anyway, he’s my favourite Enterprise character! Thank you for reading! Hugs! ♡

Joined at the hip was an understatement for the bond between yourself and Trip Tucker. All throughout your youth, the two of you stuck together through everything. Wherever one was, the other was sure not to be too far behind. That was the way you both liked it. A mutual bond between you, you truly were best friends.

This included the two of you working to get accepted into Starfleet Academy, a dream both of you had wished on for years. Trip had taken his course in engineering and you had taken the medical path, having always had the want to help others where you could. Both of you were accepted, and through the years of hard work, your bond only got stronger.

Stationed aboard the Enterprise, you were glad to still be with him. Despite your opposing fields, you spent as much time with him as you could still, savouring the hours you had. Through Trip, you had met others aboard the ship, and made some good friends. You'd also met Malcolm, a quiet man who was a weapons expert. Small conversation here and there often occurred between you, though he seemed far too nervous around you to engage in any more than small talk. Even as the months went on, he stayed the same.

"Hey," you began, stepping into engineering and greeting Trip with a hug, which he gladly returned, lifting you off your feet as you laughed. "We still on for tonight?"

He placed you down and grimaced. "If I can get this sorted out then absolutely. I don't know how long this'll take, darlin',"

"That's alright, I'd rather the ship didn't explode if that's okay with you, Trip." You both broke out in giggles as he pushed your arm playfully. What neither of you did notice was Malcolm, stood not too far away and hearing every word.

Malcolm had, for the longest time, felt something more than friendship for you, though never would he consider acting on it. He thought you and Trip had something going on, and he couldn't be blamed, really; outside eyes could be easily led to believe that. He saw how you looked at Trip, how you laughed with him, how you acted with him. It looked like love to Malcolm, so he kept to himself.

Lingering a little longer to waste the rest of your break, you decided to talk to Malcolm whilst Trip went back to the ship's problem of the week. Sitting beside him, you smiled politely at him.

"Hi, how's your day been, Lieutenant?" your voice was soft, trying to be as friendly as you could.

"Malcolm, please," he corrected with a shy chuckle, and you nodded in acknowledgement. It's been alright, thank you, Y/N. Yours?"

"All the better for seeing you."

Malcolm's cheeks turned red at your words, and he excused himself by 'returning to his duties'. Standing, he walked off and you found yourself staring after him. Why is he so nervous around me? Your mind wandered to what you may have done, and you hadn't realised you were still staring at the door long after he'd left.

"You in there, sweetheart?" Trip's voice brought you back to reality, and you blinked a couple of times to reground yourself. "Thought we'd lost you for good, there. Everything good?"

Before you could answer, Trip followed your train of sight to the door and chuckled. "Ahh, just tell him. Lord knows he ain't gonna tell you."

"Tell him what?" you feigned innocence, and Trip shot you an incredulous look, one that told you without words that he believed none of your act. "No."

"Oh, come on, I see how you look at him, and he does the same, you know. You two are both far too stubborn, Y/N. You get nothin' if you wait for it."

With that, Trip walked off, and you stuck your tongue out behind his back. Your walk back to the medical bay was short, leaving you with your thoughts for a while longer. Did Malcolm really like you like Trip had said? So far into your thoughts as you were, you hadn't realised someone walking the other way, and you walked right into them.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you protested, looking up to the poor soul; Malcolm. He was on his way back to engineering.

"It's quite alright, the fault was mine." He offered a hand which you took, and you couldn't help the warm feeling you felt inside. Your hands lingered together a little longer, and your eyes fell on his, which were filled with a sparkle you hadn't noticed before. Malcolm's cheeks reddened again, and he nodded at you before heading down the corridor again.

"You alright there, man? Did you run here?" Trip slapped a hand down on Malcolm's shoulder as he entered engineering and laughed, his friend letting out a small chuckle. "You know, Y/N just headed out that way if you- oh my god."

"What?"Malcolm asked, genuinely confused. He was met with Trip's laughter once again.

"You bumped into Y/N, didn't you? You know, you could just mention you'd like to get married."

Malcolm's head shot up and he raised a brow at his friend.

"I would never," he began. "You're with Y/N, I wouldn't come between that."

"I- what?" Trip spoke, with a tone that screamed Malcolm's statement was incredulous. "You think me and Y/N are- here I was thinkin' you were smart."

"I don't-"

"Y/N's my best friend, we've been close since we learned to walk. There's nothing there but a family love, and you're blind if you haven't seen the way Y/N looks at you. I've never seen a gaze linger longer, never seen someone so concerned over a guy who won't even have a proper conversation 'cos he's too scared. Don't be an idiot, man. Go."

As Malcolm took to the corridors of the Enterprise, he pondered Trip's lecture. Had he been that blind? To him, there was no logical reason you would choose him over Trip, not to him. What he was unaware of was how you felt. Reaching the medical bay, he entered, greeted by Dr Phlox and his always present smile.

"What can I do you for, Lieutenant?" he asked, and Malcolm shook his head, looking past Phlox at you, who was currently tapping away at a report. Phlox followed his train of sight and grinned. "In you go, I'll see you later."

"Ah, hello," he began rather quietly, even for him. "How's your report going?"

"Very well thank you, Malcolm. Is everything alright?" you chuckled at his attempt at small talk, and for once, saw him smile at you, a real smile.

"I was wondering if you'd perhaps like to join me tonight for dinner?"

Eyes widening, you took a minute to process if this was happening. The pause, however, was too long for Malcolm, who began to stutter and backtrack. Silencing him with a finger to his lips, you smiled again at the nervous man before you. Placing a hand on his, you entwined your fingers together to calm him.

"That sounds lovely, I'd really enjoy that."

From there, that dinner made history. Neither of you really knew how you had been so lucky to have the other, though it was never a topic for debate. All that mattered was that you had each other, and through anything, that was enough.

#star trek #star trek imagine #star trek x reader #star trek enterprise #star trek ent #enterprise #ent #malcolm reed #malcolm reed x reader #malcolm reed imagine #x reader #imagine

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