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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 21: February II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, fem!reader, both reader and levi being anxious over silly things ✧ word count ➼ ~5.1k

“Happy Valentine’s Day?”

You blinked at and raised your eyebrow at your vice president and his drastic change of behavior compared to the year before.

“What happened to you barging in here and shouting at the top of your lungs?”

“I have matured!” Oluo announced, with an authentic look of pride on his face.

“Sure you have,” you responded dismissively, maintaining your skeptical expression. You remembered Oluo essentially kicking down the door to the classroom last year, having decided that the entire building needed to know that it was Valentine’s Day. A part of you knew that your memory of it was only sour because your general mood around the holiday was horrible last year. Anything would have pissed you off.

You turned away from Oluo, who was desperately trying to save face after your comment, and looked up towards the new officers that you had picked out a few weeks ago. You didn’t have particularly high expectations for the first session that they would be running on their own. It wasn’t because you didn’t believe in Armin or Jean’s capabilities, but it would have been unfair for you to expect them to prepare something extravagant given the fact that they had literally just been promoted. You likely would have been fine with whatever activity they decided to settle on for today, but they made it blatantly obvious that it was a mistake on your end to underestimate them.

They had picked up your trick of getting pastries from Nicolo, who had extended the discount to the newer officers. Given the fact that he was now fully in a relationship with Sasha, you were fairly certain that the discount would last for a while, which would be a solid source of support. The room was littered with red, pink, and white décor, primarily through the tablecloth on the pastry tables and little gift bags that Sasha and Connie had prepared together.

The most impressive part for you was that they were able to make the room and club activities seem thematic without putting that much of an emphasis on the romance insinuation that Valentine’s Day usually involved. You were fairly certain that if it was like this last year, your mood might have been saved no matter how bad your relationship situation was at the time. You knew that your relationship drama is likely why you wanted to stay as far away as possible from anything Valentine’s Day-related last year.

However, things were different this year. Not only did you have all avenues of contact with your borderline abusive ex-boyfriend cut off, you also couldn’t live up to the standard of “being miserably single” like you could last year, even if that was just a humorous effort for you to defuse the tension that resulted from Levi insulting you after refusing to admit to himself that he had gotten jealous.

Plus, being single last year meant that you really couldn’t care any less about planning anything official for Valentine’s Day. You didn’t have an obligation to anyone, other than the social pressure you had constantly felt about needing to participate in every social event you were invited to. Although that social pressure had somewhat subsided, the fact that you were now in a relationship meant that you now had an obligation to someone on this day—whether that was actually true or not was lost on you in the moment. The thoughts of whether you should have planned to do something with Levi or not were already creeping in.

“Any plans?” Petra asked as she leaned against the wall next to you.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, although it was more than audible with how surprised you were by Petra’s sudden question, as if she was reading the exact thoughts that were rushing through your mind.

“For Valentine’s Day!” she clarified, even when it clearly wasn’t needed.

You frowned and looked towards the ground, trying to think of what you had to do in the past. Unfortunately for you, the only experience you had was with Zack and he didn’t exactly set realistic or fair expectations. It had to be special or it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be too over the top or else you’d seem desperate. It was a delicate balance that you were forced to navigate every year and even thinking about it now was giving you some residual anxiety regarding it.

“I’m going on a nice dinner and a late night drive,” Petra suggested.

“Wasn’t aware you were dating,” you grumbled.

“It’s a hit or miss,” Petra said with a shrug, “but I figured I should put in effort for Valentine’s Day.”

You frowned at her commentary. You knew that she wasn’t trying to imply anything or be passive aggressive, but it still made you feel like you were being negligent about the whole thing.

She glanced over at you with a genuinely curious look.

“So? Any plans?”

You did not, in fact, have any plans. However, now that the topic has been brought up, you couldn’t help but ruminate over whether you should have planned something for Levi. Despite having known him for around a year and a half at this point, you were currently drawing a blank when trying to come up with ideas as to what he would like. Even if you did figure out what he would have liked as a Valentine’s Day date—given the fact that you were thinking about it on the day of—everything would likely be booked out. It was too late to get dinner at a nice place and any daytime attractions would be closed by the time you got home.

It was irrational, but you couldn’t help but imagine Levi’s disappointed look if he was expecting something and you didn’t provide. Part of you knew that he wouldn’t expect that of you and he likely wouldn’t even care for the supposed holiday, but you couldn’t shut your anxiety up. You didn't want to disappoint him, and this was for no other reason than the fact that you deeply cared about him.

You immediately turned to Oluo, trying your best to conceal your panic.

“You can clean up, right? Or get one of the new officers to do it?”

Your vice president looked over at you, not expecting the sudden question.

“Yeah? Great! Thanks!” you exclaimed before giving him a chance to respond or even orient himself as to what you were asking, before immediately grabbing your bag and walking out of the classroom at a hurried pace.

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Even after you were well on your way home, your pace never slowed down. You weren’t able to even really process the walk home and found yourself on autopilot mode the entire time. You were entirely trapped in your head, internally freaking out because you did not know what to do.

When you were with Zack, planning something for Valentine’s Day was a must. You were always diligent about planning something out over a month ahead of time so that you could reserve the most ideal locations without having to worry about a rush. In return, Zack would pay or plan some small activity afterwards. It was the only part of your relationship that was anywhere even close to reciprocal. Although he contributed, it was still you that did most of the work.

You threw that lifestyle out the window after you broke up. You remembered stressing and putting your entire life on hold to make sure that you were planning out the perfect day. You weren’t interested in doing that again anytime soon.

Given how volatile your relationship was with Zack, you really didn’t plan on dating again anytime soon, but Levi snuck up on you in a way that you never would have predicted. Although you’d never trade your relationship with him for anything else, dating again this soon meant you were completely unprepared for the concept of Valentine’s Day.

What do I do?!

Your thoughts were chaotically running rampant through your mind for your entire walk home. You couldn’t think about anything else, but you couldn’t form a plan to move forward either. No ideas were coming to mind. You didn’t even know how to propose an idea to Levi at the last minute. The only thing you could imagine of him was that unamused and disappointed look on his face that you convinced yourself would show as soon as he realized that you didn’t have anything planned.

Panicked, you pulled out your phone to check the time. It was a few hours before Levi would get off his shift at the cafe and come home. It wasn’t really enough time to get anything solid planned, but it might be just enough time for you to put something small together to at least show that you put in the effort.

By the time that you got home, you still hadn’t really thought of anything that you could put together for him. There wasn’t a single suitable idea that came to your mind. You ran a play-by-play of your life with him through your head, but everything that came up was either too simple or too complicated, too effortful or not effortful enough—it was clear that nothing you could generate in your mind would be satisfactory.

Not even bothering to turn on the lights, you immediately went into your room and shut the door behind you, pulling out your computer and pulling up the search engine. Your eyes were intensely gazing at your computer screen as your hands hovered over your keyboard without moving. You had begun typing some term related to ‘Valentine’s Day events for college students’ but immediately froze up because you already knew that most search results would involve something that would have required more time than you currently had to put something together. You were paralyzed without a single idea over what to do.

You knew it was silly to be this fixated on planning something for Valentine’s Day for your boyfriend that probably didn’t even care, but the only thing running through your mind was how Zack had reacted in the past whenever you failed to put something together. He’d get angry, act disappointed, and generally made you feel like shit over it. You knew that Levi wouldn’t do that, but you couldn’t shake off that paranoid part of you that kept on asking you what you would do if he did.

“Get your shit together,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head in an attempt to get yourself out of your head.

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to type into the search engine. You had little hope that anything productive would show up, but you figured that even the smallest thing would be better than Levi coming home to nothing.

~~~~~

Valentine’s Day was as annoying as ever for Levi. The café had the obnoxious decorations, the undergrads cared for nothing other than the hot chocolates that carried an obnoxiously cheesy name for the sake of the holiday, and Levi was forced to witness more than a disturbing amount of people entering and exiting relationships left and right. Since it was technically a busier holiday, he got paid extra, but other than that, he really couldn’t care any less for the holiday, if it could even be considered one.

His only saving grace was that he was slightly less annoyed about the couples this year compared to previous years. This was only because of his newfound relationship with you, although neither of you really had that “honeymoon phase” since you had already known each other well before entering a relationship. Thus, he could sort of understand the sentiment about couples prioritizing this day for each other, but he still found it obnoxious that most couples decided to do so for public eyes to see.

“Hey Levi, got any plans?”

“Ah?”

Levi looked over and saw Nicolo approaching him, having finished restocking the pastries at his station.

“For Valentine’s Day! We’re closing at 7 today,” Nicolo reminded him.

It was still around 4, so the café was still open for a few more hours and it was clear that he was itching to leave.

“I’m probably going to cook Sasha a nice dinner or something.”

“Didn’t you do that last year?” Levi asked with a bored expression, not particularly interested in the details of his coworker’s love life.

“Yep!” Nicolo said with a nod, clearly not sharing the same concern with Levi over the repeated activity, although cooking a nice dinner could hardly count as a boring, repetitive way to spend the holiday. “You planning anything with _____?”

Levi’s facial expression didn’t change, but he was suddenly at a loss for words. It wasn’t that he was particularly uncomfortable with talking about his personal life, but it just wasn’t something that he usually did.

“Not that,” he said after remaining silent for a few seconds. “_____’s an absolute pain in the ass to cook with.”

“Well, there’s gotta be something, right?”

Levi knew that Nicolo was coming from a good place, but he just didn’t function in the same way. The concept of planning some extravagant event wasn’t something that he usually did, but that was when he was on his own. If a fancy and special plan was something that you were expecting, then he was woefully unprepared, and knew how much of a pain in the ass it would be if he went home and found you disappointed and upset. His bored expression quickly turned into that of a frown.

“What does she like?”

Levi at least knew the answer to that.

“She loves her damn Matchas,” he said with a scoff.

“That doesn’t count. You already make her a Matcha every day,” Nicolo responded dismissively. “C’mon, what’s out of the ordinary that she’d love?”

It was easier for Levi to come up with things that you’d hate than it was to point out even one thing that you’d love other than showing up with your favorite comfort drink. You weren’t that into gift-giving and had stated that the tradition of it on birthdays and around Christmas caused you active distress. You mentioned that public displays of affection generally embarrassed you. Levi knew that the two of you had a habit of going on scenic and romantic walks outside, but you already did that quite frequently, so it would be too ordinary to be considered ‘special’.

He found himself getting increasingly annoyed, not thinking that something as silly as this would’ve popped up on his radar. He had emotionally prepared himself for an annoying day at work due to the heightened presence of undergrads, but didn’t consider the fact that he was in a relationship, and that today was the day meant to celebrate relationships. It just wasn’t something that came together in his head until now. It added stress that he hadn’t anticipated.

Still, a part of him felt like he should do something, or at least put in the effort to do something. He cared enough about you that he wanted you to be happy, or at least not upset—his opinion of you being a pain in the ass when upset had not changed. He didn’t want to come home and see you be disappointed.

Levi tutted to himself in irritation. He knew the remaining few hours of his shift were going to be nothing but annoying because he was now fixated on what to bring you home or if there was something extra he should have done to celebrate. The fact that he was even stressed about this bothered him. It hadn’t even crossed his mind when he woke up in the morning, but now, it was the only thing that he could think about.

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This is stupid.

Levi repeated that thought to himself in his head as he glanced at the flowers sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car. He didn’t even know if you would like these, but he felt obligated to get you something. He had swiped one of the Matcha cupcakes from the café, but Nicolo’s earlier comment about Matcha's not counting—even if he was talking about the drink and not this flavored pastry—was stuck in his head. He had just started the drive home, barely making it a block down the road, before his intrusive thoughts got the better of him and he turned around to the nearest convenience store to pick up the bundle of flowers.

He had spent more time than he was willing to admit trying to decide what flowers to get you. What did you like? What didn’t you like? Was there some symbolic meaning that depended on which flower he chose for you? Would you even care?

The convenience store was about to close and he noticed that he was grabbing the attention of some of the other customers due to how long he had been standing there, so he eventually grabbed a bouquet of a random assortment of flowers that were so colorful that it hurt his brain to process it. The thought of the differently colored petals being littered throughout the house for the next few weeks irked him, although he wasn’t sure if it was truly due to the prospect of a messy apartment, or if it was simply because he was feeling anxious and overstimulated as a result.

He felt out of place. Not only did the act of him getting flowers for you throw him off, he was weirded out by the fact that he was anxious over whether you would like this or if you would make fun of him for it. On top of that, Levi knew about your history with relationships and how over the top you were forced to be for them, and it ended up giving him subtle feelings of insecurity of whether he’d be able to live up to those standards, which weirded him out further. He was grossly overthinking the whole situation, which was already unheard of for Levi Ackerman.

Once he finally got home, he ended up sitting in the parking lot with his car in park, staring at the entrance to the apartment complex. He knew he was wasting gas by just sitting in the parking lot, not wanting to turn his car off yet given how cold it was outside. He had been sitting there in an attempt to calm his nerves for the past 10 minutes or so.

He really was questioning why he was so anxious about it. It was you. While he couldn’t say that he didn’t give a shit anymore, he had never gotten worried about your perception of him. Throughout the many fights that the two of you had throughout your first year living together and especially throughout that summer, he had never once cared about if you were judging him or thinking less of him. It just didn’t cross his mind, and even if it did, it certainly wouldn’t bother him to the extent that it was bothering him now.

He couldn’t stop ruminating over how you would react to his last minute gift. You could either mock him for getting you an overly simple and basic gift, or you could get weirded out that he even got you a gift in the first place. He could see both occurring and they were equally uncomfortable to think about.

“Get your shit together, dammit,” he whispered to himself, finally gritting his teeth to force himself to switch off the engine and beginning to make his way into the building.

The walk seemed much more effortful than usual. It was similar to the phenomenon where the more you walked towards a certain destination, the further away it seemed to get. Part of him even wished that you weren’t home just so he can procrastinate on actually dealing with your response on the off-chance that it was a negative one. However, given the fact that it was already past 7pm, you were likely home already.

Once he finally got to the front door, he found himself standing there, hesitant to go inside. How would he even give it to you? He wasn’t the type to give gifts and he couldn’t imagine anything other than awkwardly handing you the flowers and hoping that you didn’t notice how anxious he actually was.

After a few minutes, Levi sighed to himself and unlocked the door, stepping inside.

He froze once he immediately saw you pacing around the living room.

You didn’t react that much more elegantly, letting out a startled yelp once you heard the front door open and saw Levi step inside. You looked like a mess. It was clear that you didn’t bother to change once you got home. Your jacket was still on and Levi could see that you haphazardly kicked your shoes off at the front door without bothering to put them up onto the shoe rack, which was unlike you, although that was a habit you had picked up once you realized how much it bothered Levi to have shoes lying around the floor. The lights weren’t on and you looked overly tense.

“...did you just yelp?” Levi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No!” you immediately denied. “You just caught me off-guard!”

“I see,” Levi mumbled, clearly not believing you, as he stepped inside and began to take off his shoes, placing them upside down onto the shoe rack, switching on the lights afterwards.

As you watched him, you began to awkwardly shuffle, trying to shake off some of the anxiety that you had been feeling for the entire day.

“Uhm,” you finally spoke up, getting his attention. “So, I was dumb and forgot it was Valentine’s Day until roughly a few hours ago.”

You spoke slowly, gauging his reaction to see if he was getting upset or disappointed.

“So I couldn’t get us anything thing special,” you continued, “and I’ve been panicking trying to set something up, but everything’s closed or booked and I wasn’t sure-”

You cut off your rambling as you noticed something off about Levi.

“Wait, what do you have in your hand?” you asked as you noticed him holding something. He was slightly holding them out of view, but you vaguely saw the obnoxiously colorful petals of the flowers he had picked up for you.

Levi awkwardly looked away, glad that the lights near the door were dim as the tips of his ears began turning pink as soon as you noticed what he was holding in his hand.

Your gaze on him quickly turned unbearable and he grit his teeth, shoving both the bouquet and the cake in your direction.

You blinked at him with a surprised expression that was quickly replaced with a blush as you realized that he had gone out of the way to get you a gift for Valentine’s Day. It was simple, but actually really sweet, and you found a bashful smile quickly growing on your face.

“...Levi…” you said quietly, trying to hide your smile.

“Listen,” Levi started speaking with a subtle, defensive tone, immediately assuming that you were going to mock him for it, “Nicolo was giving me shit for not planning anything.”

He was avoiding eye contact and was awkwardly scratching at the back of his head. You rarely saw him this flustered, if ever. It was refreshing and oddly endearing.

“Sorry if it’s basic,” he grumbled.

He barely got to finish his sentence before you went in and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him quietly grunt from the force of your hug. You immediately planted your lips on his, pulling him in a tight hug, setting the gift down on the table behind you.

It took Levi a few seconds to react, having been caught off-guard by your sudden act of affection, with his hands eventually falling on your hips as he returned your kiss, now flustered for an entirely different reason.

“I love it,” you whispered after finally pulling away, “even if it’s basic. Why are you apologizing?”

You were too close to notice the backs of his ears gradually growing more red, especially now that he realized that any anxiety he was having throughout the day was silly and uncalled for.

“...Just don’t usually do this sort of thing.”

You tapped your finger against the back of his neck, his comment reminding you of your own dilemma that was occurring just a few minutes ago.

“I was panicking a bit because I couldn’t think of what to do for you for Valentine’s Day…I’m sorry to say I don’t really have anything,” you said meekly, giving him a genuinely worried look. “Are you mad?”

Levi blinked at you in confusion, scrunching his eyebrows together.

“Why the fuck would I be mad?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he questioned you.

“Oh,” you began, finding yourself stumbling over your own words, “I…I-I don’t know…I just wasn’t sure if you’d be expecting something, and I wasn’t really able to prepare anything, so I thought you’d be upset or disappointed or-”

“You’re so stupid,” Levi muttered before pulling you back in and gently pressing his lips against yours again.

You smiled into the kiss, feeling a sense of relief. You were embarrassed now that you knew you were overthinking it, but still incredibly relieved that it wasn’t anything to actually be worried about.

“I can make it up to you?”

Levi sighed, giving you an exasperated look.

“If you must,” he mumbled before quickly giving you another kiss. “With what?”

“Hmm,” you thought as you slightly pursed your lips in an attempt to come up with something that the two of you would actually enjoy. “Maybe we can split that cake and finish that show we started the other week?”

The corner of Levi’s lips tugged up into a slight smile.

“Thank fuck, I thought you were going to recommend going out or something.”

You looked away, his response further reminding you of the fact that you had wasted the first half of the afternoon freaking out over nothing. The bashful look on your face was more than noticeable at this point.

Levi grabbed your chin and made you look at him again.

“Sounds good,” he whispered, planting another quick kiss on your lips. “Let me change into home clothes?”

You nodded, slightly backing away so that he could get to his room to change. You watched him as he disappeared into his room. Once he shut his door, you glanced over to the flowers that he had gotten you, reaching for the pastry bag behind it. You were able to see that it was a small cupcake, but didn’t know what it was other than that. Upon peeking inside, you saw that it was a Matcha cupcake and a small smile appeared on your face, with you finding it incredibly endearing that he went out of his way to get you something Matcha-related that wasn’t the drink, purely because he knew about your small obsession with Matcha's and likely wanted to get you something different.

Grabbing the bag, you flipped the light on in the kitchen and grabbed a small plate out of the cabinet, carefully maneuvering the small cake onto the tempered glass. You grabbed two small forks and a napkin and took the cake over to the coffee table in your living room. You set down the plate and laid out the napkin in front of it to catch any crumbs so that it didn’t land on the table itself.

You turned on the TV and scrolled down through your list of saved shows until you landed on the drama you had recently started watching with Levi. The two of you had started it a few weeks ago, and Levi claimed that he was only watching it for your sake, but got oddly into it, constantly providing commentary on the plotline that clearly disproved his supposed lack of interest in it.

After a few minutes, Levi walked back out of his bedroom, having changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. You scooted over to the side and he sat down next to you, his arm propped up on the top of the couch as he leaned back.

“What episode were we on?”

You placed a finger on your bottom lip as you tried to remember what had happened in the most recent episode that you had watched.

“The one where he was trying to propose, but couldn’t get ahold of her, I think.”

“Tch,” Levi immediately tutted, discontent with the flow of the story. “Everything that comes up is bullshit. They’re just trying to drag the plot along.”

“Thought you weren’t interested.”

“I’m not,” Levi quickly responded with a frown.

The defensive tone in his response was not missed by you, and you immediately raised an eyebrow at him, clearly indicating that you didn’t believe him.

“I’m not,” Levi repeated with a scowl. “You wanna watch this fucking show or not?”

You shot him a skeptical look that non-verbally communicated ‘if you say so’ before turning to press play to start the episode. You heard him grumble something under his breath about how you have to make even cozy nights in difficult and you slightly shoved at him in retaliation.

You reached over to the other side of the couch to grab the throwover blanket, wrapping it around yourself as you scooted right up against him, resting your head on his shoulder, as his arm wrapped around you.

Although you were quite embarrassed about overreacting, you were very grateful that he didn’t give a shit about Valentine’s Day, and found it quite endearing that he was just as stressed about meeting expectations for the holiday.

Every time that you felt that urge to prove yourself in your relationship with him, like you had to do for so many others before him—both platonic and romantic—you were reminded quickly after that he didn’t care about those small, superficial details. Your relationship with Levi was different, and it was different for the better. It was the only reason why he was able to make you feel how you felt around him. You were satisfied and happy, and didn’t feel like you had to keep up a ruse to satisfy a status quo.

You, as you currently are, with all the little nuances that made your life what it was, and all your little quirks that he had grown to love about you, were enough.

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pomplalamoose · 5 months

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spending a December with DILF Luke🎄🌟

🕯️🕯️modern day AU🕯️🕯️

A/N: I'm so mad at how wildly busy I am this month, but since this is my first Christmas as a fan fiction author, nothing and nobody will stop me from posting some holiday related fluff!

I sincerely hope you'll have fun with this as well <33

(it isn't necessary to read my other Dilf Luke posts in order to understand what's going on here, but should you have some questions check them out as well🫶🏻)

• because of what happened to his beloved wife, Luke isn't a fan of the winter and the holidays

• he used to be but now all he associates it with is one of the darkest chapters of his life

• for the sake of his child and the rest of his family he tries

• but the sadness sticks to it like syrup and even the littlest of things remind him of what once was

• accordingly it causes quite the drama when your best friend gets invited on a skiing trip at the end of November

• yes, they'll be back just before Christmas but until then?

• they hate to leave their dad alone in his misery, even offered to cancel their plans but he insisted they go

• he wants them to be happy

• so your friend turns to you

• yes, they said they wouldn't involve themselves in anything romance related between you and their dad

• but pleaseee can't you find a reason to stay with him while they're gone?

• yes, they KNOW this will be absolutely weird because of your still unreciprocated crush

• they kind of don't care about that though, you'll manage for sure

• you can borrow their room while they're gone

• "or maybe you won't even need it" they say pulling a face in mock disgust

• eventually, because you know how much they're looking forward to their vacation, you agree

• (and also because of other, more obvious reasons)

• meanwhile Luke is experiencing a wild roller coaster of emotions

• already feeling glum and dispirited like every year, and even more so at the prospect of having to spend his time alone, he was planning to work as much as possible to distract himself from unwanted thoughts

• but when after much hesitation you ask if it'd be okay if you were to stay at his house for, mmh, maybe the next few weeks? he's suddenly ready to ascend straight to heaven

• he'll have you all to himself for nearly the entirety of the month!

• this is his chance

• he's going to make sure you'll enjoy your time with him

• imagine baking the first Christmas cookies of the year together

• it's a bit awkward at first

• although you know the kitchen well you've never actually cooked or baked something in it and thus have no idea where to find the necessary equipment

• no need to worry though!

• Luke definitely owns an old book full of recipes that is handed down in his family and wants you to look through it beforehand

• is there anything you'd like to try?

• or maybe you are able to spot a favorite of yours?

• he easily does the preparations while you're busy reading and so you don't feel quite so useless

• while mixing together the ingredients your sleeves keep slipping down

• because your hands are already covered in the, admittedly, way too sticky dough, you try pushing them up with your forearms instead

• when this doesn't work you attempt to use your chin

• Luke thinks it's absolutely endearing and takes a moment to watch before offering his help

• he gently reaches for you, making sure to roll your sleeves up properly

• coincidentally his warm hands brush over your skin a few times

• it's as soft as he imagined it to be

• possibly he holds on to one of yours wrists for a little bit too long when he's done

• and what about your hair?

• don't you think he should do it up and out of the way as well?

• tying it up in a messy pony tail he tells you to go clean your hands

• in the mean time he'll see what he can do about the dough

• when you return you raise yourself on your tippy toes to take a peek over his shoulder

• you definitely were doing something wrong because it looks perfectly fine now

• maybe you should have put in more flour?

• your thoughts quickly take on a very different direction, however, when you see the way Luke works

• never before did you think something like simply kneading a dough could be attractive

• to distract yourself from the thought of him touching you like that, you decide to have a quick taste

• if the dough is good, the cookies will turn out great as well

• at least that's what your mother always says

• carefully you sneak your hand under Luke's left arm to reach into the bowl

• you don't even want that much, just a little teeny tiny bit

• more quickly than you can react does your hand recieve a playful smack and you pull away with a pout

• don't you know you'll end up with a tummy ache by eating too much raw dough?

• the cookies will be done in less than half an hour, no need to get impatient

• when he isn't looking you stick your fingers into the bowl anyways

• but of course Luke catches you just as you're taking a bite

• he decides then that he might have some fun as well and starts chasing you around the kitchen in mock anger

• your squeals and giggles absolutely delight him

• the oven is doing its work and you're cleaning up together when all of a sudden you catch your reflection in the mirror hanging opposite the door

• looking down at yourself you realize in embarrassment that basically your whole front is covered with a mixture of sugary powder and flour and, is that food coloring right there??

• normally you never end up this messy but this afternoon, it seems, you got carried away a little bit

• of course this had to happen at the worst possible time ever!

• Luke, on the other hand, doesn't look any less perfect than when you started

• typical

• but before you can suggest it yourself he insists on bringing you a change of clothing

• is he going to look through my laundry?, you wonder with a flush to your cheeks

• does he even know where I put it?

• and most importantly: did I look like this the whole time???

• you scrunch up your face and beg for the floor to swallow you whole

• you don't know what exactly you expected Luke to bring to you, maybe a spare pullover your friend left behind?

• instead he returns with something that looks a lot like one of his knitted sweaters

• doing your best to conceal your excitement you pull it over your head, your heart beating fast

• Luke laughs

• it's way too big for you

• "do you need me to roll up the sleeves for you?"

• once the cookies are ready to be taken out you immediately want to try them and happily reach out when Luke offers you one

• he pulls it away as soon as your hand comes close

• "Luke!", you exclaim and again try to snatch it away from him

• he's faster though and dangles it over your head

• a few times you try jumping, then decide to quickly duck around him to get one from the tray

• he easily blocks your way

• at your scowl he can't help but laugh

• when you realize he wants you to eat the cookie out of his hand, by how close he's holding it to your face, you blush furiously

• of course you do as he wishes

• imagine visiting a Christmas market together

• Luke definitely leaves work early so you can go at a good time

• maybe you are a little bit overwhelmed with the amount of people pushing in every direction and so, to not get separated from each other, hold on to his jacket

• he enjoys it immensely and if you come across an especially big throng of people, he might even take your hand until you've made it through

• while you're admiring the lights and all the food and little trinkets to buy, Luke only looks at you

• he's hoping for a chance, any reason, to be closer to you

• so sometimes he waits until you've wandered away from him without noticing and then grabs whatever he can reach to pull you back into him

• when he has you where he wants you, he uses the opportunity to adjust your woolen hat and big scarf

• he's very concerned about you not being warm enough

• do you want something warm to drink?

• he would be happy to buy you anything you'd like to try

• on the way back to the car he has an arm tightly wrapped around your shoulder, hugging you closely into his side

• before he opens the passengers side door for you, he gently wipes the snow off your cheeks and lashes

• at some point he'll take you to an ice skating rink, for sure

• he's pretty good at it and would love to show you how to do it too

• do you need a helping hand?

• are your skates laced up tightly enough?

• don't worry, he's right there to catch you should you slip or otherwise loose your footing

• this is your time to pretend you have no idea what you're doing, even if you're normally able to skate just fine

• cling on to him!

• possibly, because he's SUCH a good teacher you manage to do a few laps on your own at the end

• however you have no idea how to slow down again; your focus was somewhere else entirely the whole time

• would he mind awfully if you were to bump into him full speed to stop?

• he pretends to and gives you a lighthearted scolding for immature behavior

• eventually he laughs just as much as you do

• do you want a Christmas tree for the living room?

• and do you think it would make a nice surprise for your friend when they return home?

• naturally he'll take you with him and turns it into a nice trip

• as soon as he realizes however, that you know the guy who sells them pretty well, he starts to regret his decision quickly

• especially since the both of you seem to get along splendidly

• you end up having a very good time, while Luke glares at the young man whenever he so much as looks at you for too long

• to cool off he pretends to look at his phone a few paces away but is at your side again in seconds when he hears your laugh

• what could possibly be so funny?

• he's fuming until you've picked out a tree you like

• very happy with your selection you eventually embarge on the journey home

• having no idea what's going on inside of him, you thank him for taking you

• you had so much fun and it was great to see, whoever that guy was (Luke couldn't care less), again

• although, you muse, he seemed to grow somewhat strange at the end, wouldn't he agree?

• of course Luke agrees and quietly smiles to himself

• since he pretty much involved you in everything to do with the holidays, he'll ask you to decorate the house with him as well and is relieved when you agree

• while you never seemed to grow bored or in any other way tired of being in his presence so far, he still was secretly worried

• maybe you could install the lights and decorations up high?

• it requires lots of precision and he's sure you'll be able to do it much more quickly than he ever could

• don't worry though, he'll make sure to always stand closely by your side in case you fall

• under no circumstances does he want you to get hurt and regularly checks if the chairs and ladders you are balancing on are sturdy enough

• however he'd be blatantly lying if he claimed there wasn't some ulterior motive to his request

• he knows you're more than capable but nevertheless can't resist to steady you more often than necessary

• just a hand on your lower back here

• or one on one of your legs there

• and because neither of you want the tree to accidentally fall over, he offers to pick you up by the waist

• he likes seeing his hands on you

• how easily you fit into them

• later in December he insists on taking you on a shopping spree

• both of you still need to buy some presents

• and since you refused to tell him what you want or need for Christmas?

• he's set on finding out himself

• the whole time he keeps a very close eye on every single thing you look at, making sure to even remember those that seemed to catch your attention only remotely

• oh and now that you're here at the mall anyways, do you already have an outfit for the upcoming festivities?

• he knows a few very nice stores he can recommend

• coincidentally they have some things he's sure you'll look gorgeous in

• at this point you're very close to the 24th and so you sit down to wrap your presents together

• actually it's Luke who does a lot of wrapping while you simply sit at his side and watch in fascination

• not only is he incredibly efficient but all of his packages turn out looking perfect, like something out of a magazine

• it's not like you're bad at what you're doing either but besides his yours just look slightly messy no matter what you do

• exasperated you ask for his help

• but then he moves to stand behind your chair, leaning in closely to reach around your shoulders

• see? It's actually very easy

• meanwhile you have no idea what's going on and can't concentrate either

• would he mind showing it a second time?

• just a few days later you see your friend again and get to know their entire extended family too

• some uncle brought a mistletoe, which he places above the doorway between the kitchen and the dining and living area

• it's a route everyone has to take many times and much chaos and laughing ensues

• you're enjoying yourself a lot

• your friend's family is just lovely and you end up with many pecks to the cheek while going back and forth as you help to prepare the dinner table

• Luke is watching in distress

• how come he wasn't able to catch you under the mistletoe yet?

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The Aftershow AU headcanons

Trent and Courtney have a bad habit of being pushed into pools

Tyler still can't do a kickflip

Sierra has to BRAWL with the urge to take home every pigeon she sees

Geoff once had a baby shower that involved an exploding cake, courtesy of Brody, Tyler, Izzy, and Lindsay. Very few people made it out of that party without bits of frosting and pink cake in their hair.

Duncan is Trisha's babysitter. She is terrified of him because she thinks he's secretly a vampire or a werewolf. She snuck into way too many of her parent's movie nights

Trisha tried to play dead to scare Duncan off, but that just ended with him having to wash ketchup and fruit punch out of her hair.

Leshawna is practically a magnet for excited dogs, she's approached by at least one whenever she goes out.

Around the holidays, Gwen makes the dumbest paintings ever and sends them to everyone she knows.

Harold roams the house late at night, he has scared the hell out of Leshawna several times by standing silently in the living room or kitchen.

Geoff is a certified Peanut Dad

Courtney glares at Cody and Harold whenever they make Ace Attorney references about her job as a lawyer

Trent and Owen talk in their sleep

Scott fell off the roof of his farmhouse once

Eva once found Lauren hanging from the ceiling fan when she was 4. She didn't bother questioning how she got up there

All of Geoff's friends have received at least one Hawaiian shirt from him as a gift

Izzy snorkels in the bathtub

Noah gets bad cases of the midnight munchies

Heather laughs whenever little kids trip and fall down

Justin, Lindsay, Brick, and Dakota watch Mean Girls and Legally Blonde religiously

Justin and Alejandro constantly commission Brick for outfits

Ezekiel loves going on ferry rides

Duncan, Alejandro, Mal, Scott, and Sam have a yearly tradition where they go to an Amusement park, have a mini eating contest, and go on the wildest rides to see who can last the longest without vomiting. The winner gets a free favour from each of the losers.

Trent owns a motorcycle

Geoff is an honorary member of the Drama Brothers, but he only sings/performs with them once in a while

Bridgette took Lindsay surfing and watched her get obliterated by a wave

Lindsay enjoys water skiing with DJ and Bridgette

Duncan got him and Scott matching possum onesies

Cody makes biscuits on Alejandro like a cat

Lindsay begs Gwen to go on slushie-dates with her

Alejandro forgets to tie his hair up on most rollercoasters, much to Heather's annoyance. She yanks his hair mid-coaster to scare the shit out of him so he ties it up before they go on any more rides

Geoff has a Mariah Carey cosplay that he wears while singing "All I want for Christmas is you"

Duncan dresses up as the grinch every Christmas

Trent and Harold are forklift certified

#These are so fun to come up with #I love these goobers #total drama #I am NOT tagging all those characters #Geoff can't help the urge to have insane baby showers #laugh laugh salad spinner gang #The Aftershow AU #Heather on her way to make alejandro think his hair got caught on a part of the rollercoaster #Mariah Carey geoff WILL be real #total drama au #total drama hcs

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through the hourglass 296. brb x oc

a/n: dude i love writing angry rooster uwu(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“You…are not being serious,right?”

Well, that’s going well already.

Beatrice just chews her lower lip as she sits on the couch. The twins are sleeping on their cribs while Nicole is busy on her playpen close to Bea, leaning against Jack’s massive form as the dog sleeps. Evelyn is by the door, one hand propped on her waist while the other arm holds little JJ who is peacefully asleep. “...well…I mean, you saw the skeleton on the way over.”

Evelyn's expression shifted from disbelief to concern as she processed Beatrice's words. "You're telling me this is not some elaborate prank or hallucination caused by sleep deprivation, right?"

Beatrice chuckled, tiredly. "I wish it were that simple, Ev. But no, it's real. Miranda has officially declared a Halloween war on the neighborhood, and she's chosen July as her battleground."

Evelyn sighed, adjusting the sleeping JJ in her arms. "That's a whole new level of... audacity."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Beatrice replied, her eyes reflecting the exhaustion already bubbling. "I woke up to the sight of a giant skeleton with glowing eyes right outside my window. It's like living in a twisted version of a holiday movie."

Evelyn lowered herself onto the couch beside Beatrice, carefully settling JJ in her lap. "Well, at least you have a front-row seat to the chaos. I can't believe she did that so early in the morning.”

Nicole, oblivious to the early morning drama, continued playing in her playpen, her giggles adding a single touch of innocence to the moment. The twins, peacefully asleep in their cribs, seemed undisturbed by the Halloween war waging outside.

Evelyn glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings of Beatrice's home. "You know, I never thought suburban life would involve Halloween wars. Maybe a heated book club discussion or a dispute over property lines, but not this."

"Welcome to the neighborhood, where every day is an adventure. Seriously, though, who declares war on Halloween decorations in July?"

Evelyn shook her head in disbelief, her eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. "Miranda, apparently. Did she give any reason for this…spectacle?"

Beatrice sighed,shrugging with her hands clasped. "Not really. I think it's just Miranda being Miranda, taking a mundane rivalry to the next level. Maybe she thought she could catch everyone off guard by springing this on us in July."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what's your plan of action in this Halloween war?"

Beatrice frowns,rubbing her forehead. "I…have too much in my mind. I am upset, don’t get me wrong but…ugh…it’s just so much.”

With a gentle smile, Evelyn reached out, placing a hand on Beatrice's shoulder and keeping it there. "Bea, you've got a lot on your plate, especially with Rooster being away on his mission. Handling Halloween wars in July should be the least of your worries. How about you take a step back, let the neighbors deal with Miranda's theatrics, and focus on yourself and the kids?"

“You think they will?”

“Well,that woman has a huge skeleton in her yard in July.” she shrugs,”Your neighbors are nice…but I doubt they are that nice.”

Beatrice met Evelyn's gaze, then dropped her eyes to her hands. "You're right, Ev. It's just... sometimes, I don’t get her, you know? And with Rooster away, it's like I'm juggling more than ever. Why is she so…ugh,annoyed with me? I mean,I dislike her too but–"

“Sometimes people just clash, and it's not about you or anything you've done. It's just her way of navigating the world. As for why she's annoyed with you, well, she probably doesn't even have a solid reason."

Beatrice nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know you're right. It's just hard to ignore, you know? Especially with everything else going on."

Evelyn leaned back on the couch, still holding JJ in her arms. "Of course, it's hard. You're dealing with a lot. Rooster being away, the challenges with the kids, and now this unexpected Halloween war. It's okay to feel overwhelmed."

Beatrice let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping and her fingers rubbing her temples. "I just want some peace, you know? Like, a day where everything is normal, and I don't have to worry about giant skeletons or mysterious Halloween wars. Is that too much to ask?"

Evelyn chuckled, a warm and understanding sound. "Not too much at all, Bea. In fact, I think it's exactly what you need. Maybe we can plan a quiet day for you and the kids, away from all this chaos. How about a little escape, even if just for a while?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beatrice's lips. "That sounds nice, but…I dunno Ev."

Evelyn adjusted JJ in her arms, the little one seemingly content in the warmth of her embrace. She considered Beatrice's hesitance and the exhaustion etched on her friend's face. "Bea, trust me, a break would do wonders for you. You've been shouldering so much, and a moment of respite might be just what you need. We can plan something simple, a little escape to take your mind off things."

Beatrice pondered Evelyn's suggestion, the idea of a temporary escape from the chaos of the neighborhood wars and the challenges of everyday life. A sense of relief flickered in her eyes at the thought of a peaceful day. "Maybe you're right, Ev. I just need to clear my head for a bit. But, what about the kids?"

Evelyn chuckled, "We can make it a family affair. I'm sure the kids could use a break too, and maybe a change of scenery will lift everyone's spirits. We'll keep it low-key, no giant skeletons in sight."

Beatrice nodded, a faint smile returning to her face. "Alright, um…when?"

“When do you want?”

“Well…I have work tomorrow, thursday and Friday, so maybe…Saturday?” Bea asks, “Oh,I also have to check with the pediatrician for the twins on Saturday and I need to check on the grocery list and-” she went on and on and on. Evelyn just watches as Bea lists her life without looking away from her hands.

Evelyn patiently listened as Beatrice unraveled the web of responsibilities and commitments that seemed to entangle her life. The intricate dance of managing work, appointments, and the daily demands of raising a family unfolded before Evelyn's eyes. She could see the weight on Beatrice's shoulders, the weariness in her expression.

As Beatrice continued listing her obligations, Evelyn gently interjected, "Bea, take a breath. We're just planning a simple day out, not orchestrating a military operation." she smirks, “Rooster is the Lieutenant, not you.”

Beatrice looked up, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, I tend to go into overdrive mode when things."

“I know. But remember, this escape is meant to be a break, not an added stressor. Let's keep it light and enjoyable. We can work around your schedule and make sure everything falls into place." Evelyn smiles, “Okay?”

Beatrice nodded, her fingers absentmindedly tapping on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah, you're right. Saturday sounds good. A day away from the chaos would be a welcome change."

Evelyn grinned, "Perfect. Now, let's focus on the positive side. What do you and the kids enjoy doing together?"

"Well, the kids love the park. Maybe we could start with a morning at the park, let Nikki run around, and just enjoy being outdoors." she pauses, “Take the dogs too.”

Evelyn nodded, "Great idea. Simple, yet effective. Kids always find joy in the simplest of things. What about after the park?"

Beatrice tapped her chin, contemplating the possibilities. "Hmm, maybe a picnic? We could pack some sandwiches and snacks. Keep it casual, you know?"

Evelyn approved with a nod, "Love it. Anything else you'd like to include?"

Beatrice pondered, her mind racing through the potential elements of their escape day. "How about an ice cream stop? …at Mr.Scoops?"

“I think that sounds great.” Evelyn smiles, rubbing her friend’s shoulder, “It’ll be alright,Bea…did you tell Rooster any…any of this?”

“No.” the brunette immediately shakes her head, “No,I don’t want him to be bothered by this, you know? Besides…I can resolve this here.”

“...you sure.”

“I am. I–”

“--am not sure of this.” Rooster says, Mark is standing in front of him in the office at the base. Rooster has his arms crossed, clearly not open to any other of Mark’s suggestions right now “It’s..hard to say with the breach that just happened,Mark.”

"I understand your concerns, Rooster," Mark said, his tone dripping with an insincere sympathy. "But we can't let a minor breach disrupt the entire operation. We need to move forward and adapt."

Rooster's jaw tensed as he uncrossed his arms, meeting Mark's gaze head-on. "Minor breach? Mark, this was no minor breach. Our communications were compromised, and we can't just brush it off. It puts the entire mission at risk."

Mark waved off Rooster's concerns dismissively. "We're addressing the issue, but we can't afford to let paranoia hinder our progress. This mission is bigger than individual insecurities."

Rooster took a step forward, narrowing the physical distance between them. "Individual insecurities? Mark, this isn't about personal issues. It's about the safety of the team and the success of the mission. We need to reassess and strengthen our security protocols."

Mark's gaze hardened, his arrogance morphing into irritation. "Well, didn’t the higher ups said we have the go? Then we go!"

A tense silence hung in the air as the two men locked eyes. The office, usually a hub of strategic discussions, now bore witness to a power struggle fueled by conflicting egos.

Rooster, unyielding, refused to back down. "I still prefer to be cautious. For everyone. No one will be at risk in my command,Mark. You included.”

The office air felt thick with tension as Rooster's stern gaze bore into Mark's eyes. The clash of their wills reverberated through the room, each word spoken echoing the deep-rooted discord.

Mark's condescending tone had always grated on Rooster, but now, in the aftermath of the security breach, the disdain in Mark's words had reached a new level. Rooster's commitment to the safety of the team clashed sharply with Mark's brash disregard for the severity of the situation.

"We can't let paranoia hinder our progress, Rooster," Mark repeated, his voice laced with impatience. "We have the green light from the higher-ups. It's time to focus on the mission at hand."

Rooster's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he holds out his hand to enunciate his words. "Mark, this isn't about paranoia. Our communications were compromised, and we need to address it before moving forward. Ignoring the breach is a risk we can't afford to take."

Mark leaned against the desk, crossing his arms in a show of arrogance. "You are too cautious, Rooster. It's time to take bold steps, especially when we have the opportunity laid out in front of us."

“Like the maps you showed me?” Rooster cuts him off, “The ones you didn’t say where exactly you got it? Those bold steps?”

Mark's eyes narrowed, a fleeting flicker of discomfort crossing his face at Rooster's direct reference to the maps. He quickly masked it with a practiced veneer of indifference.

"Rooster, the source of the maps is classified. You know that. What matters is the opportunity they present for the success of our mission," Mark retorted, attempting to steer the conversation away from the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

Rooster remained undeterred, his gaze unwavering. "Classified or not, Mark, we can't afford to ignore the implications of a security breach. If our communications were compromised, what's to say the source of those maps won't be exposed as well?"

Mark's dismissive attitude persisted. "We have our priorities. The mission takes precedence. We've been granted the green light, and it's time to execute."

The frustration etched on Rooster's face deepened, his voice firm. "I'm not saying we abandon the mission. I'm saying we address the breach, shore up our security, and then proceed. We owe it to the team, to everyone involved."

Mark unfolded his arms, straightening up with an air of superiority. "Rooster, your caution is holding us back. We can't let minor setbacks dictate our actions. This is an opportunity we can't afford to miss,do you understand me?"

“My caution?” Rooster hated pulling rank, but right now? Right now it was needed ,”...I am the leader of this mission, I am responsible for everyone. Their safety. I lost no one in the years I’ve been in the Navy,no one…and this won’t be the time it will happen. Do you understand me?”

The atmosphere in the office crackled with tension as Rooster's stern gaze bore into Mark's eyes. The clash of their wills reverberated through the room, each word spoken echoing the deep-rooted discord.

And he could finally see…Mark falters. His eyes shake almost in fear and desperation…he knew that look. Young recruits had them, Jaws and Raptor, months ago when they tried to take over the mission had that look.

Mark was a man that got what he wanted but he will not get it from Rooster.

Mark, not accustomed to facing such resistance, could feel the weight of Rooster's authority pressing against his own inflated ego. He was about to reply, shakily so, when McAllister entered the office, “Sir I–” the young man stops, hand on the handle as he holds a pile of paper, eyes going wide “Oh,s-sorry,I-I knocked and I–I assumed– should I come back later?”

Both Rooster and Mark turned their attention to the young man, who stood frozen, a pile of papers in his hands, his eyes wide with surprise.

Rooster, ever composed, gestured for McAllister to proceed. "It's fine, McAllister. Mark,” and he drops his eyes to him, “Was just leaving…right?”

Mark hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between Rooster and McAllister. The interruption had disrupted the power play he was attempting, leaving him momentarily off balance.

With a reluctant nod, Mark mumbled something about checking in later and exited the office.

Rooster's stern expression softened just a fraction as he turned his attention to McAllister. "What can I do for you, McAllister?"

McAllister, still visibly flustered, managed to stammer out an explanation. "Sir, I have the latest reports on the mission objectives and the security protocols we discussed earlier. Thought you might want to review them."

"Thank you, McAllister. I'll take a look at them," Rooster replied, his tone composed. As McAllister handed over the reports, Rooster couldn't help but notice the young man's nervous demeanor. It was a stark contrast to the arrogance of Mark.

“Anything new?”

“No sir.” he replies, “No one has seen anything out of the ordinary. Seems everything is…back in order. Hopefully.”

Rooster nodded, his focus shifting to the reports in his hands. "Good work, McAllister. Keep a close eye on the security protocols. We can't afford any lapses.”

McAllister, visibly relieved that Rooster wasn't as stern as he initially appeared, nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir." As Rooster started going through the reports, McAllister hesitated before speaking up. "Sir, if I may... about the breach. It's just... well, it's been making everyone on edge."

Rooster glanced up from the reports, recognizing the concern in McAllister's eyes. "I understand, McAllister. It's a serious matter, and I'm doing everything I can to address it. We can't afford any compromises in our security."

McAllister nodded, the tension in the room palpable. "It's just... we trust you, sir. But with everything that's been happening, it's hard not to feel a bit uneasy, you know?"

Rooster sighed, acknowledging the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. "If you have any concerns or suggestions, feel free to voice them."

The young man seemed reassured by Rooster's words. "Thank you, sir. I just wanted to... you know, make sure we're all on the same page."

"Communication is key, McAllister. We need to be transparent with each other, especially in situations like this. Now, anything else you wanted to discuss?"

McAllister hesitated, glancing around the office as if checking for eavesdroppers. "Well, sir, it's just that... there are rumors circulating among the team. About the mission and the breach."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "What kind of rumors?"

McAllister bit his lip, choosing his words carefully. "Some of the team members are speculating that there's more to the mission than what we've been told. That maybe the breach wasn't just a random event."

Rooster's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of concern crossing his features. "What are they saying, exactly?"

"Some think there's a mole within the team or that there's information being withheld from us. It's all whispers and speculation, sir, but it's creating a bit of tension," McAllister explained laughing nervously, “...I-I mean, yeah.”

Rooster processed the information, his mind racing. The notion of a mole within the team was a serious accusation, and if left unaddressed, it could erode the trust that held the unit together.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, McAllister. I'll look into it discreetly. Do not talk about this again, not until it’s resolved, understood?" Rooster said, his voice measured.

"Understood, sir. I won't mention it again," McAllister replied, relief evident in his voice. The weight of the information he carried seemed to lessen as Rooster assured him that it would be investigated.

Rooster studied McAllister for a moment, his gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your honesty, McAllister. It's crucial that we address any concerns within the team promptly. Now, let's focus on the mission. What else do you have for me?"

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isaactheterrible · 11 months

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TF2 Mercs + Religion

Tw: Brief mentions of religious trauma

(Disclaimer: This is just my personal opinions based on my interpretations of the characters, feel free to disagree + she/her for Soldier)

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1. Sniper

-Sniper is an agnostic.

-His really taken aback when faced with things like magic but for the most part his down with whatever.

-After that he changed his title for atheist to agnostic.

-His also had his own fair share of cryptid encounters, while only complicates things.

-Not to mention that time he literally fucking died.

-He tried to make sense of it all for a while, even became involved in spiritualism before giving up on crystals and answers all together and simply decided not to question things anymore.

2. Soldier

-Soldier identifies as christian. While not really identifying as a specific sect her parents are both Catholic.

-Jane suffers from a mix of religious and military related delusions which mostly include delusions that manifest in delusions of grandeur (Believing she's a beloved American hero) and paranoid delusions which manifest as xenophobia (Anyone not American really, especially Germans and Russians)

-The end result is Soldier believing in heaven and god while not batting an eye at sorcery or any level of magic present in the Team Fortress 2 universe that alludes to Polytheism

3. Scout

-Scout is another one who identifies as christian, it's the religion he's been raised with all his life

-He's the kind to keep a little cross necklace underneath he's shirt

-His religion is important to him but not that important, he doesn't go to church every Sunday or fast but he'd have a christian wedding and he's been baptized

-He's also the kind to quote the bible as an argument even tho he's never actually read it

-Overall he's never going to let his religion dictate his life in any way but he still participates in holidays and engages in other ways

4.Medic

-Medic has met the fucking devil, twice.

-Not only that, it's implied he took precautions against going to hell before his first meeting him

-Medic is a wizard who identifies as a doctor. Does he know he's a wizard? Not really, he believes he's just combining his knowledge of magic with his practice as a doctor but in reality he's doing blood magic using animal sacrifices

-He knows the best out of all the mercs the laws of reality of the Team Fortress 2 universe and he uses that knowledge to always do what he wants

5. Heavy

-Heavy has never been big on religion

-His family was Orthodox Jewish before that became illegal (All religions became illegal in Russia under the USSR for a while if y'all didn't know that) Although they always hid it due to Russian Antisemitism

-Heavy had little education on religion other than the few conversations he's had with his mother, mostly about how important it is to keep their religion (and ethnicity) a secret

-The first time he saw magic he was terrified, with the exception of Medic's magic since he (and the rest of the mercs) is under the impression that it's just really evolved science

-Now he just sees magic as another part of life, his not that knowledgeable on it tho

6. Engineer

-Engineer didn't grow up in a particularly religious family but he was raised in a christian evangelical community, as a result he attended church every Sunday and participated in christian rituals

-Mostly a way for his family to fit in and not cause any drama

-His family taught him to always be respectful to others regardless of religion or other surface level things

-His reaction to seeing magic for the first time was just sheer fascination, rather than anything malicious or fearful, after all he is first and foremost a scientist

7. Spy

-Spy grew up in a strict orthodox christian family who was very and deeply religious which resulted in a large amount of trauma for him

-The first time he saw magic he thought he was gonna die, eventually he grows to be more open to the idea

-As Spy continues with his career he becomes a very worldly man, he's been in all sorts of places and done all sorts of things so his a lot more relaxed and open to other religions

-Over time he gets to the point where he stops identifying as christian all together, still the trauma remains

8.Pyro

-Pyro is muslim, they grew up in a muslim family and never bothered to question that part of their identity

-Similarly to Scout, religion for Pyro is for the most part a social thing, they participate in holidays when they see their family but it's not really something they focus on

-Their family was never all that strict about religion, while they themselves were muslim they allowed their children to freely choose what they wanna identify as

-Pyro thinks magic is something completely and perfectly normal

9. Demoman

-Demoman is probably the coolest with magic other than Medic the wizard himself

-He grew up hearing all about cryptids and monsters, hell he even met a few of them

-His eye-socket is cursed and any eye he puts in it becomes evil and attacks them on Halloween - Not to mention one of his best friends is a cursed sword

-Magic is just another part of life to him no different than the concept of sentience and while Demoman could philosophische with his friends for hours, he prefers to just accept things

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abyssruler · 2 years

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The traveler is sick of those horny immortals lol. Imagine one quest being babysitting the kids just so these archons can bang their hot milf wife. Would Xiao count as Zhongli’s kid, too? Oh, and Scara being all uwu with his scarier sister is just *chef’s kiss*

Liyue legit going bonkers after each dragon baby???? Yes. Birthdays? National holidays. And then Zhongli fakes his death and there’s talk about maybe one of the kids taking on geo daddy’s position or something. So much potential for drama! How would they make the kids keep the secret? With a lot of struggles. The adepti showing up to bestow gifts on each dragon baby like the three good fairies from Sleeping Beauty.

Ei just vibing with her wife. Chilling while fondling each other and making out. So fun. So cool. Nothing to stress about here. Occasionally taking out their kids on a family outing with Scara being the cutest eldest child that he is. Like. Let them be happy!!!

Venti literally sobbing in Angel’s Share because he was NTR’d by two archons and Diluc just goes ????? every single time until Venti shows up with the rest of them and their kids. (Venti can recognize Reader anywhere anytime because he knows that ass better than anyone.)

I just mhmmmhhnnnngg this AU HAS ME BY THE THROAT

YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS!!

zhongli’s kids would definitely have their eyes on the geo archon seat after he fakes his death. they can’t have scara getting all the glory of being the only sibling who’s an archon. zhongli suggests they make a tournament - whoever manages to stay awake until zhongli ends his lecture about the responsibilities of ruling liyue and going through its entire history and culture wins. none of them last an hour. the seat of the geo archon remains empty up to this day. fun little fact tho! zhongli didn’t tell them his plans to fake his death so they all thought he actually died. they were on the verge of tearing down liyue until you appeared and said ‘it’s a prank!’ they also help the adepti and the qixing in fighting osial!!

xiao is the honorary brother that scara refuses to acknowledge bc it would mean he’s not the eldest anymore. he half-raised those kids bc god knows their parents were too busy banging each other and spawning more of them. scara is actually a really good ruler!! the raiden shogun balances his softer side. xiao, scara, and raiden shogun basically half-raised their siblings. they bonded over it <3

AND VENTI LMAOO he would lament to diluc and the traveler about those two archons who “seduced his beloved priestess.” at windrise when venti’s telling traveler abt morax, he says something along the lines of “oh, and don’t trust that old geezer too much he’s a backstabbing little bitch who stole my wife.” traveler actually has a very different experience in this au. mostly bc traveler has to be the mediator whenever the three archons start complaining about the other ‘hogging you all to themself’.

venti arrives in mondstadt during the windblume festival with three other people and a boatload of other people who suspiciously look like a mix of their features. it’s better to not ask anything. jean didn’t ask to host that year’s festival with two additional gods and the high priestess herself who’s been quiet for centuries until now. oh, and now the electro archon is here in a grumpy mood, asking why they didn’t invite him over. um, probably because you have a whole country to rule? jean thinks it’s time for a vacation.

on a more serious note tho, their decisions could create a huge succession war on liyue. each kid fighting to become the geo archon. it could replace the inazuma archon quest since the traveler wouldn’t really encounter much problems there with scara as the electro archon. maybe scara gets involved at the succession war at some point as the eldest and the traveler gets dragged along. reader, ei, zhongli, and venti are all just watching and enjoying their retirement. it’s only a matter of time before the succession for the anemo archon’s position was put into question. luckily for them, venti doesn’t have kids with you. yet.

traveler: your kids are killing each other!

them: oh, they’re play fighting how cute :)

#the reader will set them all straight in the end #honestly with the amount of kids they have they could overthrow celestia alone #abyss sibling should take notes #traveler would love venti’s kids tho seeing as he’s their favorite archon #asks #anon #genshin x reader #venti x reader #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #zhongli x reader #raiden shogun x reader #fem reader #1st mass #not sfw

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marvel-verse · 4 months

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Okay you have the top post on the Galve Goat tag so im asking you, whats the incentive of wanting it dead?;Either way im 1000% down i just want to know if theres incentive past 'it can'

Side Note: how are the lights on the horns powered? is there a way to over charge them and blow a fuse? is that how lights even work? the arsonist seem to always gave lighters but if you just put like a hazard vest on and went over to the power source i feel you could do some damage

Listen humans can and will light anything on fire given the chance. This goat burned down the first year it was put up and people have been trying to do it ever since

There's just something so naughtily whimsical about seeing a holiday decoration and destroying it but like .... in a fun and dramatic way? The goat survives some years which I think is fantastic because then every holiday season you think "will this be the year???" And now the whole world is in on this drama and it's beautiful

Overloading the lights might work, but I think there would be very little chance of it actually catching. Someone has literally shot a flaming arrow into it and it didn't catch, so I think you need an option that either involves an accelerant or being exposed to a flame for longer*

*I am in no way endorsing the burning of any public decorations merry christmas

#galve #galve goat #merry christmas

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sl-newsie · 6 months

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Distant: Mouthpiece x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Summary: The Jets and Sharks throw a Halloween dance, which attracts the attention of a girl who’s had her eye on Mouthpiece for some time. (Also I did look it up, the fanbase officially named Mouthpiece as Harvey Gonzales! I had no idea!)

“Uh, Grazi? A little help- ah!” The ladder swerves again and I can feel myself falling-!

“Gotcha!”

Strong arms reach out and catch me just before my head hits the ground, and I already know it’s Mouthpiece from how hard he’s laughing.

“Wow, Diana! That’s quite a fall! What’d ya do to make the ladder so mad?” His warm touch makes me shiver and before I can get too flushed he stands me up. “There! Right as rain, yeah?”

I swallow my feelings and smile. “Yup, alright here! Say you wouldn’t by chance be going to the dance-?”

“Hey, Mouthpiece!” Action scoots over and drags him away to the group-a Jets for some stupid prank, leaving me high and dry with no date.

Every. Single. Time. Every time I try to ask him out, Mouthpiece is always preoccupied! You’d think that by all the hints I’ve given that he’d wise up, but sadly that’s not been the case.

Just then Grazi and Velma walk up. “Took a nasty fall, huh Diana?”

I scowl. “Sure, you turn up just as the Jets show up. Where were you when I was about to get a concussion?”

She shrugs and sucks on a lollipop. “It’s not my problem you’re a klutz. Now go finish hanging the pumpkins.”

Normally I’d refuse and fight back, but I don’t mind pitching in for the Halloween event. It’s one of my favorite holidays, and it’ll be so rewarding when I show up tonight in my costume. It’s a vampiress dress that I sewed it myself, and found the poifect wig last week.

After retreating to the back-a the gym, I find the last of the plastic pumpkins and start placing them next to the concessions table. Seeing everyone chat and get excited for the dance makes me feel bittersweet. When it comes to friends I don’t involve myself with the drama of the West Side goils, and instead find friends in odda places. Mouthpiece, Baby John, Kid Blink and Skittery from ‘Hattan, and a few from Brooklyn. Call me a tomboy, but I just can never understand why goils is so interested in gossip. Their jibber-jabber is way more strange than the boys’ jibber-jabber. And tonight it’s sad to say that hardly any of my friends will be here- or at least the ones that will talk with me. Maybe I can hang with Baby John while Mouthpiece continues to ignore my proposals.

“Nearly finished?” The principal walks up behind me.

I nod. “Yes, sir. I’m very glad that the Jets have been behaving.”

“I agree, though this time of year always makes me antsy. They always seem to slip Halloween pranks under my nose and I can never find out how! Thanks again for helping out with the setup.”

As the principal walks away I hold back a chuckle. No doubt the Jets have partnered with the Sharks to do something even bigger this year. Last time they dumped a bucket of pumpkin guts all over the teachers. Lord knows what’ll happen tonight.

“Diana! Ready to go?”

It’s Baby John, followed by his goil Jackie. Of course every decent guy I know already has a date, leaving me to be the lonely wallflower tonight.

I force a smile. “Sure am, Johnny. You and Jackie all set for the bash tonight?”

Jackie, Velma’s little sis, grins and nudges John’s shoulder. “You bet we are! We’re wearing matching costumes! What are you going as?”

“It’s a surprise,” I say simply, then add a smirk. “You’ll have to wait and see. Now let’s go!”

After I’ve walked home and set my heavy backpack down, my mother’s already buzzing up to me.

“Diana, dear! Did you ask him?”

I bite my lip and busy myself by washing my hands. “Yes.”

“And?” My mother waits on-edge.

This is what I get for being too open with my parents.

“He never said anything. I’m going alone.”

My mother sighs and pulls me in for a hug. “Dear, you shouldn’t be going alone to social gatherings. At your age you should be going on dates! Is there anyone else you’d like to ask?”

My anger starts boiling and I push away with the hint of a scowl on my face. “No, all the odda boys are already taken or too stupid! Now can we please talk about something odda than my depressing social life?”

Before she can respond I dash outta the kitchen and rush upstairs, shutting my bedroom door and collapsing in my desk chair. Just relax. Just because he doesn’t feel the same doesn’t mean your life is over. Time to get my costume on.

Once I’ve zipped up my sleek black dress and clipped on my crimson cape, I all but wrap my honey-colored hair up in tape in order to fit on the wig. Black heels complete the look, and after a touch of goth makeup I head downstairs where I find my father waiting.

“Oh no! A vampire! Don’t bite me!” he teases as I walk over to grab my coat. “Remember pumpkin, you don’t need to have a date to have a good time. The fun is all in how you chose to spend your time, so go have a happy Halloween!”

At least his pep talk is better than mother’s.

I allow a small smile and give him a hug goodbye. “Thanks, dad. I’ll see you later.”

As I walk back to the gym I see it’s gotten much darker, almost sunset. My costume seems to give me some much-needed confidence and it helps even more when the people I pass keep giving me odd looks. All the perks of being something scary. When I get to the gym it’s super crowded with various costumes, but hardly any of them are like mine. No one decided to be scary this year? Sad.

“Whoa! And who are you, good-look’n?” I hear Action ask behind me.

I turn and find he’s dressed as a pirate, and is also standing with Riff, Bernardo, and Mouthpiece, who recognizes me instantly. His eyes look as if they’re about to pop out.

“Diana? That’s you? Geez, that’s quite a getup!”

“Like it?” I ask, just a little bit shy.

He nods repeatedly. “Yeah! You’s always so- so…”

“So goody-two-shoes?” Grazi walks up dressed as a flapper goil and smirks at my outfit. “Bit goth, don’t ya think? You going to a funeral?”

I let her snappy insults wash right over me and decide to walk away to the concession table where Tony and Maria are standing, both dressed in homemade candy corn costumes.

“Hola, Diana! Please join us!” Maria beckons me over.

“Luv the costume!” Tony praises.

I smile and shrug. “Thanks, that means a lot. At least you guys think so. I just escaped the drama queen herself.”

Maria’s face scrunches up. “Oh, no. You can hide over here with us. Forget about Grazi.”

Tony nods. “Trust me, Diana. Nearly every guy here’s given you at least a second glaze since you came in.”

I bite my lip and look away. “I just wish Mouthpiece would notice. But all he ever does is act like I'm just any odda person, even though we’s been friends since kindergarten.”

Tony starts to say something, but then gets interrupted by Riff. He and Maria go off to join the odda Sharks and Jets, leaving me once again to be alone.

I sigh and mudda to myself. “I wish Spot or Blink were here…”

“Well they might not be, but you get the next-best thing!” A voice says from behind.

My eyes light up and I turn around to be met in a big hug. “Racetrack Higgins, you son-of-a-gun! You crashed the party?”

“I couldn’t miss a chance to see my brodda now, could I? Besides, you guys have way more fun dances than we do!”

Seeing the Manhattan boy gives me new-found joy, but that still doesn’t hide my previous feelings.

“So what’s got ya down, Di? You’s all dolled up in this gorgeous outfit and you’s off in the corner look’n sadder than the dead.”

I huff and roll my eyes. “With how people are here I might as well be dead. All my friends got dates except me. That and your brodda’s been putting me on the back burner.”

Race gets a distant look in his eye, then smirks. “Well see, that’s the thing with us… When there’s one-”

“The odda ain’t far behind!” Mouthpiece sneaks up and tickles my sides.

“Wait- you- Mouthpiece stop it!” I cackle as I try to squirm away. “Did you know Race was coming?”

Mouthpiece playfully shoves his twin brodda and they both laugh. “Can’t split us up all the time, can they? I tried to find ya but you’s off hiding over here!”

Race sneaks me a strange look with a gleam in his eye. “I think I’ll meet up with you two later. Right now I’s gonna go scam some punch.”

He walks off, and almost instantly Mouthpiece’s body language changes to be more stiff. As if I’ve got a contagious disease. How did things change this much?

“So, um… I haven’t seen ya around much.” That’s because you haven’t noticed! “How’s it been?”

It’s been saddening to see my friend get distant from me.

“I’ve been… ok. I see you’ve become good chums with the Sharks.”

He laughs and looks over at where the odda boys are talking. “Yeah, we’ve got a great prank planned for tonight! Wait ‘till you see it!”

Normally I’d share his enthusiasm, but I still can’t understand how he thinks ignoring me and then chatting it up is all fine and dandy.

“Great. Gonna be a blast, I bet. Um, I gotta go. Have fun tonight, Harvey.”

His real name. Mouthpiece knows I never use his real name.

I turn and hurry away to lose him in the giant mob of students, all previous thoughts of excitement and Halloween all forgotten. Of all nights why did it have to be during my favorite holiday? Unfortunately my dark outfit stands out like a sore thumb and Mouthpiece spots me before I get to the back door.

“Diana, wait!” He scoots out right behind me. “You avoiding me?” He talks in a joking manner, as if it’s nothing.

How is this fair?! “But that’s- It’s not-! Ugh! I can’t believe you can’t- Never mind!” I keep walking away into the streets bustling with trick-or-treaters, but he still follows.

“Wait, what’s wrong? What can’t I understand-?”

I lose what’s left of my little self-control and shove him against a lamppost. “I’m in luv with you, you stupid Jet! I’ve tried and tried to show you but every time you act as if I’m just a friend and will always be just a friend!”

His face flashes 50 different expressions, ending with an open-mouth flabbergasted look. “But… you’s never said anything before.”

“Just because I’m quiet don’t mean I don’t have something to say. But how would you even know if I did say something? You’ve been more distant than I have! Now unless you’re gonna be my friend again then please leave! Maybe I can squeeze in some trick-or-treating to help save what’s left of tonight…”

Just then, strong hands grab my hips and I’m turned to face Mouthpiece’s bright blue eyes.

“Say you won’t kill me-” My breath hitches as he leans in and presses a soft kiss on my cheek. “I never thought I was good enough… never wanted to put you in danger. But I never wanted to seem cold or distant to ya. I’m sorry, Di.”

I- I don’t know what to say, what to do- He’s felt this way the whole time? “H- How could you put me in danger?” I ask in a shaky voice.

“Because-a the Jets. After what happened with Tony and Maria I thought that I’d never find a goil who’d put up with me, what I get caught up in.”

I set a steady look and bring a hand up to his face. “I’m not afraid to get dangerous, Harvey. You know me better than to think I’d shy away from danger. And since you’s on good terms with the Sharks now there’s been no more rumbles! I’ll luv you no matter how crazy your life is. I just hope I’m enough to keep you happy.”

Mouthpiece hugs me closer and buries his face in my wig. “God, Diana. Is that even a question? I luv you so much it’s been so hard not to say anything. Will ya still take me?”

My fingers run through his blonde hair and take a deep breath. “You’re never too dangerous for me, Harvey Gonzales. I’m finally glad to know you luv me back! I’ve missed you.”

Mouthpiece leans away slightly and gently removes my wig. “I wanna see you, your own hair, your own face- the face of the goil I’s luved my whole life. And I wanna kiss you again.”

So he does. Deep and passionate, but nothing too fast so it’s not uncomfortable. It’s everything I’ve waited for!

“D- Don’t you have a prank to do?” I try to say in-between kisses.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “I’d rather stay here with you.”

When we break apart to breathe, in the dizzying bliss I put my head on his shoulder and nip at his neck.

Mouthpiece chuckles. “Uh-oh, I got bit by a vampiress. The nicest, hottest vampiress I could ever deserve.”

I let his childish joke slide and hug him impossibly closer, letting out a happy sigh. “Good to have you back, Harvey.”

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simmerandwrite · 2 years

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make believe days | eddie munson x reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x drama club president!reader

Summary: Without a doubt, Eddie Munson was the most frustrating human in your goddamn life. But after his dumb board game club helps out with the final drama club production, you get a change in perspective.

Wordcount: 4.7k

Warnings: recreational drug use mentioned

Notes: spoiler free! This would take place a month or so before S4 begins. a lil self indulgent fic for the drama kids out there. In my brain, The Hellfire Club sets up in the drama room every week (but they used the full stage for their big event in 4.01, of course). First crack at Eddie, no beta, barely proofread, all mistakes are my own. This is my side blog for writing, you can find my regular blog @simmerandcry. Thank you for reading!

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Without a doubt, Eddie Munson was the most frustrating human in your goddamn life. This man wasn’t even your friend - but you had the distinct displeasure of dealing with him nearly every day and you were at the end of your rope.

The drama club had been working endless nights and weekends, squeezing in rehearsals after school and in free period and every second lunch hour and Eddie Munson’s silly little board game club was this close to ruining it all.

First, there had been the third world war between you and the Hellfire Club king himself, mediated by Mr. Poole. Over which group got Friday nights in the drama room. Eventually, a truce and fair schedule had been drawn for each extra curricular.

Another day, you had come into the drama room early Monday morning - relieved after the success of the Holiday Festival. And your beautiful snowman sculpture had been decapitated, with an apologetic note scrawled on his discarded head about how they were going to fix it ASAP. The volcanic eruption Eddie Munson faced from you was worthy of its own adventure novel.

(He apologized profusely, explaining about the ‘heat of the moment’ and ‘an epic final battle to defeat’ some blah blah blah monster. You did not care.)

And now! You had walked into the room over lunch, lugging your sewing kit to finish off some hemming on the Queen of Heart’s dress, only to find a discarded bottle of rootbeer tipped over, soiling a pile of white tunics required for the card costumes.

Ditching your supplies and brown bag lunch, you grabbed the bottle and the top most garment and rushed to the cafeteria.

You knew that being president of the drama club wasn’t the height of popularity when it came to high school. The only thing saving the theater kids from being complete losers was the fact that being involved gave participants some approved time away from the class when the productions were live and sometimes it crossed over as part of an art credit, too. But you knew the stereotypes when you joined. Frankly, you didn’t care much about your reputation when it came to school.

You were just waiting to graduate and move to New York.

But that didn’t mean your last semester and last ever production in the Hawkins High School auditorium didn’t mean anything to you. In fact, that made it mean so much more. You were directing the show, with support from both Mr. Poole and the art teacher Ms. Baxter, and acting as the Red Queen, on top of designing posters and helping with sets and costumes. You and the rest of the club had poured your lives into this final show and you were dedicated to making sure it all went off without a hitch.

If there was one other thing you were certain of, you knew that being in the drama club was almost equally as embarrassing as being a member of The Hellfire Club. After basketball, football and cheerleading, most school teams fell further down the ladder. But being near the bottom? It wasn’t always easy. With both the drama club and The Hellfire Club sharing a similar social status, it should have meant some sort of understanding and respect, but Eddie Munson was ignorant to that, apparently.

With the sleeves of your oversized red blazer shoved over your elbows and your scuffed black converse slapping the tile floor, you headed into the cafeteria and set your targets on the table near the far windows - the one where Eddie was holding court with his round table of idiots.

“But our next mission, my friends, will take our journey even further. If you think we’re in the clear from the -”

“Munson!” You planted your feet beside his chair at the end of the table, reaching out to grab his shoulder and draw his attention. Although, given how the chatter at the table had already come to a halt, you had a feeling your piercing cry was enough of a distraction. “What the hell?”

“Well, hello to you too, Madam President.” The coy smirk on Eddie’s face vanished when he caught your scowl. “How are you already wound up about something? It’s barely noon and-”

“We spent hours on these costumes last week and your merry band of dorks managed to ruin them in one fell swoop.” You shoved the bottle of rootbeer at his chest and dropped the stained white tunic onto the table, covering his plastic tray. “The stupid Shared Room Agreement you made me sign specifically says no food or drink is to come anywhere near our stuff!”

Eddie narrowed his eyes for a brief moment, glancing from you to the soda bottle then to the costume. He sucked in a breath. “Gareth! Come on, dude. I made it very clear that all snack remnants are to disappear to save from this.” He jerked his thumb towards you, ignoring your huff and extending the bottle towards his team mate. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Uh,” Gareth’s face scrunched up, holding back his laughter while the rest of the table tried to keep their faces straight too. “My bad?”

“Your bad?” You sucked in a hard breath and pivoted to look at Gareth.

Gareth, who you’ve technically known since elementary school and had probably still had a habit of burping the alphabet. Who sat two desk rows behind you in ninth grade science and nearly got kicked out of class for puppeteering his frog that was meant to be dissected. Gareth. His head was on the chopping block after Munson.

With a sharp inhale, you steadied yourself again and looked back to Eddie once more. “That’s it. I’m going to Mr. Poole. Your club is finding a new home.”

You were stomping away just as quickly as you had arrived, ignoring the shouts coming from Eddie as he trailed behind you.

Just as you were raising your hand up to knock on Mr. Poole’s door, feeling a tiny bit guilty about interrupting his lunch (the man avoided the faculty lounge in the lunch hour, enjoying his sandwich alone with a book), Eddie’s hand had grabbed onto your wrist.

“Wait, wait.”

You let out a quiet sigh as he released your arm. “Don’t test me, Munson.” You tilted your head to catch his stare. God, you were a good actress. Because damnit if Eddie Munson didn’t have the most beautiful, apologetic doe eyes.

Hold your ground, dummy.

“Listen, the drama room has become our playground for fantasy. Can’t we come to an agreement here?” Eddie pressed his shoulders back and pouted. “Please. Gareth already lost us our privileges in the music room and -”

“Let me guess, he left a bag of Bugles inside someone’s bugle.”

Eddie smirked. “No, it was a noise complaint.”

“Shocking.” You controlled your bite and slid your tongue across your lips, head shaking side to side. “I’m tired of all this, okay? That room is our sanctuary and your round table of jesters has ruined our peace for the final time.”

“Listen, staining your little costumes isn’t the end of the world. You just need some bleach, I have a lot of methods for getting..” He paused to find his words. “..substances out of things.”

“Gross.”

“Like red wine and blood, sweetheart. Don’t be so dramatic.”

You hissed out his name, face scrunched up in frustration. “Listen, I was okay with the candles - although that is definitely a fire hazard. And I even let you have our old throne from the retired set pieces to do what you wanted with. But when your little board game-”

“D&D is not a board game. You wound me.”

“Whatever, Munson! Your reckless friend Gareth has ruined it for you!”

Apparently your own volume was worthy of a noise complaint now. Because before you could step back, the door at your side was opening and there stood Mr. Poole, brushing crumbs off his thighs as he looked between you and Eddie.

Your teacher let out his own dramatic sigh. “What happened now, Mr. Munson?”

You shot a glance towards Eddie once more, as you took a deep breath before explaining the entire situation. And that’s when you caught it - a look you had never seen from your nemesis Eddie Munson before.

His eyes were pleading without explanation - a silent request that you might choose not to throw him directly into the fire. That you might just hear him out once more, that the drama room could continue to serve you both. And despite all the rage in the pit of your stomach, the weight of the world you had put on your own shoulders, the level you held yourself and the amatuer production up to… despite all of that, the desperation in Eddie Munson’s eyes caused something to shift in you.

Instead of stoking the flames, it seemed to suffocate them to embers.

When Mr. Poole spoke your name - repeated it, in fact, you turned your attention to him. “Oh, uhm. Nothing happened, sir. Sorry to interrupt your ham on rye.. I just wanted to let you know that Eddie’s club has graciously decided to help backstage the night of the performance, so there is no reason to harass your sophomore English class for me. Now I have all the willing volunteers I need.” Slowly, you turned your head towards Eddie. “Isn’t that right, Eddie?”

You watched as Eddie’s jaw carefully clenched. Behind his rapidly blinking eyes - which, God, had those always been hidden behind such long eyelashes? - he was clearly making a decision. Then he stood taller, somehow, and flared out his fingers before neatly tugging on his vest. “Yes, right. That is.. Right. You are looking at the leader of the stage crew.”

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Eddie hated to admit it but your tenacity was admirable. Annoying and cunning, sure, but damnit if he didn’t respect how dedicated you were to your craft.

Honestly, a lot of your traits were just as excellent - like how you could command a room, how your smile could drop from charming to devilish in the blink of an eye. Not that… not that Eddie paid a particular amount of attention to your smile and how the muscles on your face behaved.

No, no. Your smile was nothing but a distraction, a tool used to hypnotize educational supervisors while you conned an innocent man in the hallway. Because Eddie was not the person you seemed to think he was - menacing, conniving, heartless, and messy. No, he was just passionate.

Passionate about his friends and his club and his music. And the journey The Hellfire Club had been going on this year had been Tolkien level of adventure. The beasts were bigger, the missions heavier, the reaped rewards even greater. And he couldn’t let anything jeaporize the ending that was approaching, which means they could not lose their home. The drama room was his safe haven too and if he had to lug around oversized chess pieces for your silly little production for one night to appease the Drama Queen herself, to ensure they didn’t lose their playing space, whatever. He could give up one night.

What he didn’t expect was the annoying chorus of whines coming from his club members.

“Can you explain to us again why we have to spend our night here if Gareth was the rootbeer bandit?” Mike Wheeler, ever the tall and wise, lamented as he pushed a spotlight across the floor. “Shouldn’t he be doing his own community service?”

Dustin Henderson, ever the little shithead (and truthfully Eddie’s favourite, though he’d never admit it out loud), chimed in as he unraveled an extension cord. “Oh. Isn’t it obvious? Eddie loves whatshername.”

“Boys, we are mere mortals in the daylight.” Eddie walked towards them, lending yet another hand to push the heavy lighting fixture into place. “And sometimes, we need to pay our dues. Besides, Gareth’s doing his own repentance.”

Dustin’s commentary had been loud enough that Eddie certainly heard it before he approached to assist them. But it felt easier to pretend he hadn’t. First, because arguing with Henderson could be both grating and gratifying, but he couldn’t always find the right words. And second, that annoying little freshman wasn’t really wrong.

Love was a complicated word, of course. Eddie threw it around without caution usually. Because damnit, he loved his guitar. And he loved the way playing it made him feel, how it helped him escape. He loved fresh strawberry jelly, like his mum used to make in their tiny little kitchen. He knew what love was.

But did he love you? Doubtful.

Truthfully, Eddie wasn’t new to your orbit. You had been fighting over the drama room exclusively since your reign as president had started two years ago. But before that, you still existed in his life. Maybe you didn’t remember him and his recollection of you was foggy at best, but you had grown up on the same street. A long time ago, in the before times of Eddie’s life. Before his mom died, before he moved in with his uncle, before his lunchbox was filled with an assortment of illegal substances for sale, before life sort of cracked beneath his feet.

It was your brother, actually, who Eddie had known best. They had played knights together in the treeline every day after getting off the bus and sometimes you’d trail along, watching carefully or joining in to act as their damsel in distress. You’d ask questions about the story and your brother used to quickly dismiss you, that it wasn’t a story. It was just playing, it was just fighting, it was just dreaming.

Clearly that didn’t stop you from your own dreaming. Cause look at you now. Making an entire Wonderland come to life in your time between classes. Even when most people didn’t care about the drama club or their performances, you carried on. You weathered the storm of rolled eyes and name calling. You persevered, like you had something to prove.

Eddie switched school districts when he moved to the trailer park and although your paths were crossing again at Hawkins High, the leftover memories of your shared past didn’t matter much. But that didn’t stop him from looking forward to arguing with the girl who liked to daydream and play make believe, who liked to command the room and make her ideas come to life.

Yeah, it definitely couldn’t be love. But Eddie Munson certainly let you live in his mind more often than he liked to admit.

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“That was quite the speech, Madam President.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned in the kitchen, finding a grinning Eddie leaning against the countertop, a fresh plastic cup of beer in his hand. It was the right thing to do - inviting your reluctant laborers to the cast party. Because it was for the crew too and they had worked hard.

The parties weren’t always this raucous, but seeing as there were half a dozen other seniors in the club who were mourning their final school performance, it seemed appropriate to escalate the entire event. What you hadn’t anticipated was Kelly Campbell, the wicked talented sophomore who had stolen the show as Alice, volunteering her house as the location. Once word got out from her cheerleader sister Monica about the event, the invitations had gotten a bit out of control.

But whatever, you couldn’t let yourself care about it. The living room had overflowed with people hanging on your every word as you celebrated the play, standing on the coffee table and delivering your greatest farewell, sending out personal thank you notes to everyone for tolerating how insane and passionate you had been all year.

You relished because you knew it would all be over soon. But that’s what you had been waiting for, right? To let this chapter close so you could start again, somewhere else? Somewhere new? Somewhere far away from small town politics and annoying classmates and irritable, long haired, doe-eyed dungeon masters?

“I mean it.” Eddie continued as you scanned his face, searching for a crack in his honesty. “I’m glad I got to see the show.”

“Got to see the show… had to move sets for the show…” You smirked and tipped your own cup up towards your mouth. “Same thing, I guess.” Your gratitude for The Hellfire Club certainly outweighed your annoyance now. The little sheep had been especially helpful with the lights and Gareth even got a laugh when you made him play one of the pawns in the garden scene. You’d be hard pressed to say it out loud, but the show might not have gone on without the enemy and his team coming to your aid.

And you had successfully bleached the soiled costumes, too.

With a deep breath, you took a small step towards him and extended your hand to knock your cups together. “I’m not sure I expressed my gratitude to you yet, Eddie. All walls down, white flag raised - this is serious. Thank you.”

“Wow.” His smirk grew and his eyebrows shot up, hiding behind his shaggy brown bangs. “How difficult was that for you to say out loud? Have you been practicing all day?”

“All week, even.” Oh god, your wall had entirely dismantled itself apparently. Because when you met Eddie’s gaze again, you could have sworn your heart flip flopped a handful of times. With another deep breath and second of courage, you kept going. Because, hey, this was all going to be over soon right? Your new life awaits. So why not just… “Hey - did you bring your lunch box of tricks with you tonight?”

You watched as he studied you, as you did him. His posture tightened for a brief second, as something flashed across his face. He nodded once. “My inventory overflows with items, my drama queen.”

My drama queen.

You finished off your beer and motioned your head to the staircase.

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Eddie would have wound up at this party anyway. He made the rounds every Friday night, popping into these little get-togethers and making all the transactions and trades he needed to call it a successful evening. But a personal invitation to one of these parties wasn’t usually something that happened.

Somehow he couldn’t resist this time. Especially when you bounded off stage after the final curtain call and almost ran him over before getting out of your costume.

‘Not sure what the curfew is for the kids but it’s a cast and crew party. Hope to see you there, Munson.’

What was it about your attitude that made him both incredibly annoyed and attracted to you at the same time?

He couldn’t let himself think too hard about that, because he needed to stay present. Right here in the present, where he was following you up the stairs. Right behind your - no, no. He stopped himself. Was it appropriate to objectify someone of such high political ranking? Even if your acid wash jeans hugged your waist perfectly. Even if he was dying to see you wearing just that deep purple corset, instead of hiding it behind that boxy blazer. Even if he wanted to kiss that leftover stage lipstick right off your -

“This way!”

Get it together, Munson. With a straight head, he turned down the hall the same way you did. And when you pushed into a bedroom door, loudly announcing your entrance - he couldn’t stop himself from applauding the way you strode right past the couple making out to climb through the far window instead.

And when you extended your hand back towards him, to help him climb through too, Jesus - Eddie felt like he had crossed over to a brand new reality.

“Should we check on that dude? Seems like she might be stealing all the air from his lungs..” Eddie’s mouth provided commentary without even thinking, slowing down his pace as you led him towards a small part where the roof met a parallel peak. At the right angle, you could both sit - side by side, without risk of falling or really being discovered.

It was strangely intimate. Surely you could have just gone to the basement with the rest of the stoners or hidden out in the backyard. But here you both were, high above the ground, just a tiny bit closer to the universe above.

“Maya works as a lifeguard in the summer. She’s good at mouth to mouth, I know from experience,” you replied to Eddie with a smirk, carefully extending your legs out as you sat and scooching to invite him to join you. “He’ll be okay.”

Eddie fiddled with the pockets of his vest once he was situated, then slowly his head turned. There was that smirk again. “You’ve kissed her?” His thumb pointed back in the direction they had journeyed, blinking a lot more than necessary as he brain tried to compute.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking about it,” you teased, nudging your elbow gently into his side. “The whole drama club sort of..” You trailed off, as if these weren’t your secrets to share. “We can be a very cuddly group.”

Eddie could see the mischievous shine in your eye. He let out a breath as his jaw moved side to side. Did his heart rate just pick up? Focus, focus.

“So, what’ll it be?” Eddie retrieved a small plastic bag from his pocket, laying it out flat in his hand. “I think I have a few fancy pills out in the van, too, if you want to-”

“Oh no, just pot. Something classic, slow and smooth.” You were quick to reply, drawing a very real cautious boundary that you hoped he recognized. “Safe.”

He opted for the most traditional strain in his pre-rolled set up, with an understanding nod and a wave of his hand to dismiss any of his other suggestions. “You got it.”

The entire set up was a bit awkward, clumsy even. Once his zippo finally stopped acting up and the joint was at his lips, trading it back and forth with you became an easy pattern. You leaned back eventually, declining any additional inhales and stared up towards the sky. Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what happened now so he just, well, did the same as you. His back hit the shingled roof and his eyes travelled upward.

He closed his eyes. “So, you happy?”

“I dunno if my brain is strong enough for a question so heavy,” you mumbled back.

“I meant with the play, how it all turned out. When our band performs, I always look back at our shows and nitpick so I just wonder if you do the same about your ..whole thing.”

“Oh. Well, that makes more sense now, doesn’t it?” Did you just giggle? Good lord. This was his regular stuff?. “Yeah, I think it was a nice way to finish off my final act at Hawkins High School.” It felt so real saying that out loud but you were staring your future in the face. Of course it was going to feel scary. “I’m happy with it, yeah. Sure.”

“Even though my.. what was the phrase you coined - my ‘round table of jesters’ - even though my jesters were involved?”

“Yes, you and the jesters made a big difference, even.”

“Really? Even though you can’t stand me?”

“When did I ever say that?”

“The words never left your mouth,” he choked out a laugh. “But oh, I can tell. Your energy is alarmingly potent with anger when I’m in your zone. You radiate irritation.”

You pushed yourself to sit up, turning to look at him. “I do not radiate irritation.”

“She says with a scowl on her face,” he smiled, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“How do you know I’m scowling? Your eyes are still closed,” you shoot back, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Radiate irritation. You make me sound nuclear or something.”

He laughed harder now. “You are nuclear, baby.”

You can’t help but laugh along with him now. You figured it was time to let it all go. “Sorry if I’ve been a nuclear bitch all semester, Eddie.” The tingles across your skin grew even stronger as the weed caught up to your mind. You tried to resist it but you laid back down again, head tipped to the side to look at him.

Eddie’s face has already turned to look at you, eyes wide, searching. “You’ve come so far from your damsel in distress days.”

“Oh my god!” Your eyes lit up at his commentary. “You do remember me from the old neighbourhood. I wasn’t sure - here I thought we were too grown up to talk about those old make believe days.”

“You’re the president of the drama club and I’m a dungeon master. We never left the make believe days, my lady.”

You couldn’t pinpoint where the affectionate terms of endearment had started but for some reason, you didn’t want to ask. You didn’t want it to stop. Because damnit, there you were, falling down into Eddie Munson’s eyes in the moonlight.

“And where did my brother in arms end up? I know he graduated on time, unlike myself.”

“My brother and his Camaro headed east. He’s up in Brooklyn now, very broke but living the dream, so he says.” You lifted your hands up above your face, stretching your fingertips up to connect the faded stars above. “He’s very excited for me to move in and cut his rent payments in half.”

“You’re going to New York?”

“As soon as I get that dumb piece of paper in my hand, I’m out of here.” You pointed a single finger up towards the sky. “Goodbye Hawkins, hello… to future.”

“Hello to future?” Eddie laughed again. “The drama queen, master of all linguistics.”

You laughed too, turning and burying your face into his shoulder. Wait. Had you two always been this close - side by side? Was it cold all of a sudden? “Sorry, sorry. Drama club.. We’re cuddly.”

“Right, right. Well, I lugged around all those stupid sets for you - am I part of the club now?” The register of his voice sounded lower, smoother,

Your hand dropped down and landed on his chest, that determined pointer finger finding a button hole to inspect. “Absolutely not. Well, not officially. You aren’t in the yearbook photo.” You peeked upwards to look at him. He was staring again. “Unofficially, yes. Jester of the drama club, as declared by the queen herself.”

“An honour, my queen.”

Your conversation carried on and off. You stayed tucked right into Eddie’s side as he asked you more questions about your plans for New York. He said the big city was on his list too, if he could make it out. A very real part of you knew he would make it out and you tried not to overthink about that. Maybe you were nothing but a tiny footnote in Eddie Munson’s big life but at that moment in time, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He mumbled against the shell of your ear. “Well, what do we do now?”

You were sprawled across his chest, the thump thump thumping of his heart keeping you awake. “Are you asking in a real life, what-about-the-future kind of way or a very non-serious, make believe sort of way?”

“I’m asking in whatever way inspires your best answer, sweetheart.”

“In a real life sort of way, what happens next is we crawl back inside and part ways with a handshake. But in the make believe side of this story, we stay right here and talk about our dreams and eventually I get the courage to slam my lips against yours...”

Well below you both, the party was still in full swing. You could be down there, making some final memories with your stage comrades and trading plans for the summer. Or, you could stay right where you were - tucked into Eddie Munson’s side, hot breath on your neck.

His hand trailed down your side, underneath the fabric of your blazer. You felt the cool metal of his rings against the sliver of skin above your waistline. You held your breath when he opened his mouth to reply. “I definitely prefer the make believe sort of way.”

You didn’t know what the final scene was going to look like between you and Eddie, but for now, under the promise of nothing and beneath the safety of the night sky, you stayed. Because without a doubt, Eddie Munson was the most surprising person in your life.

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dalishthunder · 2 years

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Tying the Knot

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Moon/Reader/Sun (Reader is not referred to with gendered language but is afab) Words: 2281

Contains choking, bondage, and breeding kink

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Maybe it had been your own fault for dropping your phone in the sink. Maybe it had just been Karma kicking in your door for all of the cringe shit you did as a teenager. Maybe it had just been the luck of the draw and you'd drawn short.... But ruminating on what you had done to deserve it, did not in fact change the very real fact that your mother had dropped by for the weekend.

Out of the blue.

Wanted to see how her precious baby was doing.

This is what you got for not visiting during the holidays, wasn't it?

Worse still was that you had neglected to tell her about your... living situation with Sun and Moon (much less about the things that you got up to behind closed doors). So when you answered your door, it took every ounce of your willpower not to just slam it right shut and hide your roommate (Lover? Partner?) somewhere out of sight.

But like a gracious host you invited her in with a hug, and hoped beyond hope that Sun wasn't going to come back in from working in his garden anytime soon. The last thing you needed was your mother blabbing on social media about him... or worse if she knew what sort of relationship you were in with a goddamn robot.

You'd managed to excuse yourself for a moment, saying you were going to go find her something to drink, and running outside to explain the situation to Sun. He was ecstatic, though he moped when you told him that you weren't going to tell your mother that you were romantically involved. She just... wouldn't understand.

You'd promised to make it up to him, up to them.

The conversation remained polite, asking about the job you'd been working since the Plex burned down, asking about your plans for the future, asking when you'd gotten so good at robotics, and of course the obligatory, "Are you seeing anyone?"

You nearly choked on your food, Sun's hand patting your back just a little harder than needed.

"Now that's a very interesting question, Ma'am. Why don't you tell the answer to that, Stardrop? Are you seeing anybody?" His voice was sickly sweet as though goading you to answer one way or another so you just laughed nervously.

"Well gosh darn, everyone, ain't this a-, uh, a free c-country? What- What, uh, even," You gulped, "Constitutes 'seeing' anybody? You know I can't uh... be tied down by the, um... the man."

Your mother stared at you, then shook her head a little, "Does that mean I can or can't expect grandchildren soon? I'm not gettin' any younger, y'know." It was meant to be teasing, you realized in hindsight, but in the moment you felt like you were going to explode into pieces so small they'd need a Hadron Collider to see any remnants.

You shot up from your chair, loudly declaring that you needed to use the bathroom, and proceeded to lock yourself in for fifteen minutes cursing your lack of phone. When you'd finally worked up the nerve to leave, Sun was nowhere to be seen, and your mother declared that she would be spending the weekend, much to your chagrin. You cleared off your sheets and put clean bedding down for her, figuring worse came to worst, you'd crash in Sun and Moon's room or on the couch. You watched shitty medical dramas with her before bed, making small talk about that instead of....

So when she finally headed in, you breathed out a sigh of relief, wondering where your partners had gone off to. You checked outside, and the garage, still not seeing where they'd gone off to, stopping in their dark room. Nowhere.

You really hoped you hadn't offended them by not telling your mother that you were in love with and fucking a seven and a half foot tall robot that you'd basically stolen from Fazbear. You sighed, too mentally exhausted to really dwell on it too much. You were thankful you'd put a bed in here for them, even if it was just a bit small for them. You closed the door, shucking off your clothes and laying down, staring up at the ceiling.

The faint notes of a music box drifted through the air, a massive hand tugging your ankle hard enough to drag you on the bed. "Moon," You hissed, "What the f-"

His had planted itself firmly over your mouth. "Naughty, naughty, little Star. Don't want to wake up your guest now, do you?" Moon's gravelly voice was soft, like the wind through the forest canopy.

You shook your head, eyes wide as he crouched over you. The only thing you could make out were his piercing red eyes in the darkness, watching you pointedly. You wanted to ask him what he thought hiding under the bed would accomplish, but as soon as you made a noise, he tsked.

"I have a better use for your mouth." He whispered with a sinister little chuckle.

You shivered, swiping your tongue over his fingers.

"So sweet when you're not lying." He caressed your cheeks, pressing his metal mouth to your forehead in the facsimile of a kiss before scooting up and adjusting himself; And immediately your eyes caught on the appendage before you.

He was wearing his strap already.

Moon lowered his hips, dragging the tip along your lips, fingers stroking your hair before grabbing a fistful. "Open wiiide."

You licked the tip, the taste of silicone on your tongue as he pushed into your mouth. A small moan escaped your throat, and before you knew it, his hand was around your throat; his fingers squeezing lightly in warning, but not enough to cut off airflow. He braced his other hand against the wall, shallowly thrusting in and out of your mouth, taking care to make sure you didn't gag... too much.

His pace was slow, deliberate, watching your face closely. You couldn't help but wonder if they'd both been planning this God, you could already feel how wet you were whenever you shifted, skin clinging lewdly to the fabric of your underwear. You could feel yourself clench when he got just a bit too deep, gagging and clinging to his hips.

He pulled back and gave you a second to catch your breath, thumb coming up to caress your lower lip before shifting and crouching down to nuzzle your cheek, his other hand teasing your slit over the fabric. "Mean little Starlight, you had poor Sunny convinced you were ashamed of us."

You swallowed, "Wha- no! I'm n-"

The pressure increased around your neck, "You must be punished."

You shut up, blinking up at him.

He just continued to leasurely tease you over your underwear, adding just enough pressure to make you hyper aware of him, but never enough to do anything but drive you mad. You ground against his fingers, and he just let out a laugh, pulling them away. "Moon... Moonpie, pl-"

Moon's hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air supply for just a moment, a warning, as he whispered into your ear, "Hush now, Starlight. Don't want to wake your guest. Don't want people to know about your little robot loving perversion, do you?"

His tone was lilting, teasing, despite the daggers in his words.

"It's not like tha-" You started as soon as he eased up, but he cut off your air again.

"No need to explain to little ol' Moon. I understand you perfectly, but Sun, poor little Sun.... Thinks you hate us. Thinks you don't want us anymore. Thinks we're just your dirty little secret."

You shook your head, mouthing out "No".

He eased up on your neck, and you gasped. His hand pulled away from your throat to caress your cheek, and you vaguely wondered if you would wake up bruised. "I love you. I love you both so much it hurts." You said as you caught your breath.

Moon placed a single finger to your lips. "You mentioned not being tied down?" He bent down close, reaching the floor and pulling up a rope. "Starlight, consider this us tying that knot."

Your eyes went wide, breath hitching.

He worked quickly, binding your wrists together and tying them to the headboard. As soon as he was satisfied, he placed a kiss on your forehead. "Just like a present all for me."

And like the little gremlin he was, he went back to teasing you over your underwear, the other running along your sides, squeezing your soft flesh. You tried to grind down, get some sort of friction, but he just tsked and held down your hips. "So impatient. So naughty." He hissed.

You whined, and he just covered your mouth with his other hand.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, he finally pulled your underwear to the side, slipping his finger between your folds, gliding gently, avoiding exactly where you needed his touch most. He teased your entrance, pressing down but never in, swirling around it with enough pressure for you to see stars.

God, you needed him.

Wanted him.

Finally he eased in, only the tip, pulling out and dipping in, leaving you a squirming mess clenching on almost nothing. Your breath came in pants, as you bucked your hips uselessly, and he must have taken pity on you because he just let out a low, gravelly chuckle, sinking down to the knuckle. His hand muffled your keen, and he whispered out, "Quiet now, Starlight. People are sleeping."

You nodded, biting your lip and rocking onto his long, long finger. It didn't take long for him to slip in another. Twisting and curling them against your g-spot, and it took everything you had to swallow down your moans. Moon set leisurely pace again, working you up before easing you down again, over and over, leaving you a sopping, panting, unfulfilled, incoherent mess. Until he pulled out completely leaving you empty and ready to sob.

His fingers pressed against your lips and you obediently opened your mouth, lapping at them, tasting yourself as you cleaned them off. "Such a good little Starling."

He spread you, the head of his strap probing your entrance for a moment before setting a shallow, slow pace again. Just the tip, in and out; in and out until you were babbling again and he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Naughty, naughty, Brat. Keep quiet or everyone will know just how depraved you are."

It was so hard to give a shit when you just needed him to FUCK YOU.

Like a mind reader, he buried himself deeper within you, his other hand covering your mouth as he bent low. "Don't want wake everyone up, do you?"

You bit your cheek so hard it hurt.

"Don't want anyone finding out this way, do you?"

You moaned, and he squeezed down on your throat; You throbbed around him as he picked up the pace, pounding into you now.

"But, oh, Starlight, You need me, don't you?"

You nodded frantically, trying to buck your hips to the rhythm he'd set.

"You love me, don't you?"

You couldn't help but strain against the binds to try to pull him closer somehow.

His pace was brutal. "So tell me, Starlight, never did answer your mother's question; Are you going to make us a daddy?" Moon practically crooned in your ear, low and soft.

You clenched around him, breath hitching.

"Want me to fill you up? Put a little baby in you?"

Your eyes squeezed shut you were so close. So fucking close.

"Want to give us a big, happy family? Want to show the world just who you belong to?"

With a particularly deep thrust you felt yourself unravel, legs pulling him deeper as he fucked you through it. He removed his hand from your mouth, and you felt liquid shoot into your heat.

"Fu-"

He squeezed your neck again, cutting off your airflow one last time, and you were glad for it; You probably would have screamed out his name for the entire neighborhood to hear. It took a few minutes, but when you finally came back to yourself, you could feel cum leaking out of you and Moon untying your hands. He carefully massaged them, a soft music box melody drifting through the air.

You threaded your fingers through his, pulling him in for a kiss.

"I'm not ashamed of you guys." Your voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. "I need you to know that."

Moon stiffened for a moment, "I know."

"I'm serious. I love you, and if you need me to tell my family about you, I will." Your eyes met his crimson ones and he held your gaze.

"You can tell them when we have babies." He booped your nose.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "We're not having this conversation right now."

He cackled, finally slipping out of you and undoing the strap. You took a moment to clean up, wiping away what had to be some sort of specialized lubricant. "Is that a new one?"

"Yes. Like it?"

You nodded, "Yeah... you did real good with that one."

A yawn escaped your lips, and he snickered, pulling you close. "Sleeptime now."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Between the earth shattering orgasm you'd had, and the soft plinks of the music box notes it didn't take you long to doze off. And you'd have a conversation with them tomorrow. A real one. About feelings and shit, and the future, and... you yawned again, finally succumbing to the pleasant nothingness of sleep.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moon/reader #sun/reader #x reader #Thunderous Applesauce

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jordanraye47 · 13 days

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Modern High school AU total drama

So as a modern high schooler myself, I decided to try and ‘categorise’ the total drama gen 1 into high school ppl ig. Idk. Except teenager behaviour and jokes.

Heather: Never in any class, and if she is; that’s not her class. Practically runs around the halls with a Louis víton (I can’t spell) bag (Y’know the brown and yellow ugly ones with LV) And probably doesn’t wear too much makeup, but it definitely creases and keeps insisting that she’s clean and has no makeup. Kinda mf to act gay ass hell with her friends, like sit on their lap and make weird as jokes and then be blatantly homophobic. The cheerleading teams capitán and basically just bosses everyone around. She’s also flyer.

Courtnry: Oh my gosh. I have a Courtney in my class. I’ll us fucking tell y’all about her. She doesn’t hesitate to scream when she doesn’t get what she wants, and has even taken over for a substitute teacher cause they ‘weren’t good enough at their job’. She never wears her hair down and always has some braid or something. Uses glasses but refuses to admit it. Has ONE subject she fails so bad. For my class it’s science but Courtney definitely fails smith like French or geography. Bridgette tired to help her but sometimes Courtney is too stubborn and spiteful to accept help (real)

Lindsay: Sweetest girl ever. She’s a girls girl. People are well aware of how dumb she can be, so some either help her steer away from bad people, or are the bad people. She always has lipgloss on her and lash serum infused mascara. She ACTUALLY has good makeup and skin. She gets pimples and breaks outs occasionally but doesn’t think too much of it. Also cheerleader. She’s either side or flyer depending on what preformwncr.

Gwen: maxi skirts. Oh my god EVERYONE calls her emo. I mean who can blame them. (I just remembered I’m taking a 2 hour train tomorrow and I’m very excited) Also gwen constantly draws on her hand and is always down for helping someone do their eyeliner. She’s good friends with Geoff, and someone’s gets jokingly shipped with him by people that doesn’t know them that well. Bridgette understands how the other student are and trusts both gwen and Geoff enough to know that Geoff isn’t cheating. Also she just likes to see them get along. She has aSHIT ton of mesh black tops. I know it she told me.

Bridgette: ALSO CHERR GIRL. She’s back due to her streanghta annd liability. and Bridgette doesn’t have too good access to water around her school, so she only gets to do it during weekends to holidays. Also I’m only doing girls on this list (for now) so I need to include a little Geoff. Geoff gets high and has somehow gotten Bridgette involved in it. (I said expect teenager things so you get teenage things). He has drugs on the parties he throws but Bridgette is way more responsible than him. Also she has her hair down a lot, but is the victim of her hair being braided evertime she sits close to one of her friends for more than 2 seconds.

Leshawna: Everyone knows her. She gets involved in every kinds drama that happens at the school. Also she comforts those girls crying in thr bathroom stalls. Although she’s mean at times, she onto does it to people who deserve it. And he’d standard setting is to be nice to people. (Like she was to Eva in island.) Has goddes braids. She told me it’s true. Idk I’ve always had a vision that she’d love those. Also she’s a good braider. Like crazy good.

Izzy (she’s my fav be prepared): She has a small friend group around her and rarely interacts with anyone outside of that. It’s not like she’s one anti social girl. She just quickly grasped the knowledge that people thought she was weird, and just distanced herself (real). Her friend group is mainly Noah, lindsay, tyler, duncan, cody and sometimes courtney (we love the breakfast club here) ALSO SCARLET SND ISZY ARE SISTERS AND NOBODY CSN TELL ME OTHERWISE. anyways. Most people either see her as really loud or has no idea what shes like cause she’s constantly sprinting though the halls. She has a counsellor and everyone knows, but she refuses to show up to any session and/or meeting cause she has watched too many phsycological horror movies and is afraid of being put in some mental hospital (real pt.2) Also she’s the kinds mf to laugh and then js 😶. Like completely silent dead for thr next hour. And nobody knows why.

here’s pt2 but it’s js Heather and Izzy I’m tired

#total drama #Total drama high school au #TD high school #Total drama HS #high school au #headcanons #total drama headcanons #td headcanons #heather td #lindsay td #courtney td #bridgegte td #Gwen td #izzy td

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phoebenpiperx · 7 months

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9 favourite most reread books

Thanks to @retrieve-the-kraken for the tag. It's hard for me to list my fave books, so instead I'm listing my most reread books. Here's the list (which is a really eclectic collection); my comments on each book are below the cut:

1. INTO THE DREAM by William Sleator

2. LORETTA MASON POTTS by Mary Chase

3. THE ALL-OF-A-KIND FAMILY series by Sydney Taylor

4. ABOUT THE B'NAI BAGELS by E.L. Konigsberg

5. GAUDY NIGHT by Dorothy L. Sayers

6. DIED ON A RAINY SUNDAY by Joan Aiken

7. LONESOME DOVE by Larry McMurtry

8. MAURICE by E.M Forster

9. All 4 DRAMA! books by Paul Ruditis

1. INTO THE DREAM by William Sleator = It involves prescient dreams, telekinesis, UFOs, and the most terrifying of all things: ferris wheels! (Yes, I've had weird nightmares about ferris wheels my whole life, which is probably why I was first attracted to this book!) I got this book in 5th or 6th grade, and I reread it every few years when I need some shivers down my spine!

2. LORETTA MASON POTTS by Mary Chase = This creepy book, once again with a smart, quiet boy as viewpoint character, involves a long-lost unremembered sister, a secret passage in a closet, a palace, and an enchanted bridge (and has great illustrations like the one on this cover.) I loved this book and reread the library's copy over and over as a kid (and finally got my own copy!)

3. THE ALL-OF-A-KIND FAMILY series by Sydney Taylor = The series is about a Jewish family of 5 girls (thus all-of-a-kind, though at the end of the first book a baby boy is born) living in NYC in the 1910s. Although my personality is probably more like Ella or Sarah, my fave was always Henny, who was rambunctious and got in lots of trouble. I loved all the details of old-time New York AND all the Jewish holidays that were celebrated.

4. ABOUT THE B'NAI BAGELS by E.L. Konigsberg = It’s a fun book about a boy studying for his Bar Mitzvah while dealing with his mom managing his Little League baseball team, but at its core it’s about the heartbreak of losing a best friend. “Great pains make great heroes, but toothaches just make lousy batting averages.”

5. GAUDY NIGHT by Dorothy L. Sayers = This is a mystery novel set in Oxford in the 1930s; it's the 3rd in a series of 4 novels involving the romance between detective Lord Peter Wimsey and author Harriet Vane (though this one is primarily from Harriet's pov). I just reread this last week, having just got back from Oxford so I wanted to read it while the city layout was still fresh in my mind.

6. DIED ON A RAINY SUNDAY by Joan Aiken is a British thriller about a young mother dealing with creepy household help and lots of chilling rain. After checking it out from my school library, I left it lying around the house and came back to find my mom reading it and unwilling to put it down! We ended up sitting side by side on our floor heater, reading the page-turning finale together, and I’ve reread it many times since.

7. LONESOME DOVE by Larry McMurtry = My mom tried to get me to watch this Western miniseries but I simply couldn’t get into it. A few years later I stumbled upon the middle of the series and got totally addicted. I got the book and ended up reading its 945 pages three times back to back...while living in London! I remember riding the tube home, sobbing as I read the final pages, and then flipping to the front and starting it again, something I’ve never done with any other book.

8. MAURICE by E.M Forster = This story about homosexual love during Edwardian times wasn’t published until after Forster’s death, and the book demonstrates the pain of having to hide one’s true self from the world. “For during the long struggle he had forgotten what Love is, and sought not happiness...but repose.”

9. All 4 DRAMA! books by Paul Ruditis = The high school narrator in this series is gay, “But don’t worry. This isn’t one of those angst-filled books where I’m struggling to come to terms with what it all means. I’ve long since accepted it. I’m gay. I’m over it.” These books are a fun, snarky take on musical theatre, with a play as the title for every chapter and lots of musical references. These are the books I read when I’m doing a show and need a reminder that there’s always chaos backstage in every theatrical production (though I've never done a quadruple-cast show where the leads keep getting taken out!) A large portion of the 4th book takes place at the Ren Faire (and the narrator spends most of his time in the stocks because he keeps using anachronistic devices like a cell phone!) Just a warning, though--the end of the 4th book sets it up for an awesome 5th book, but the series was canceled, so don't go looking for it! But there's closure for the important stuff so you're fine! 😁

And I'll tag @kaysonthejackal, @prettyinsoulpunk, and anyone else who may want to make their own list of faves, etc.

#books #most reread books

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lonelylonelyghost · 2 months

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Love me, love my voice - a Cdrama where good things happen to good people

Fair warning - it's the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed the Earth, so if you crave some drama and violence at the moment, then maybe save this one for later.

The plot of this drama is extremely simple. A university student, going by her second identity online as Sheng Sheng Man, produces/sings traditional style music. Due to a coincidence she gets acquainted with Qiang Qing Ci - a very famous but mysterious voice actor who never shows his face in public, with whom she bonds over a shared passion for good food. And a slow, gentle love story starts from here.

If you are tired of misunderstandings, love triangles, stupid decisions and unnecessary conflicts between your romantic leads; if you want to witness healthy relationships, tight friendships and just an ungodly amount of cuteness - then you came to the right place.

(Also there's a lot of cooking and/or eating delicious food. In every episode. Really, don't watch it when you're hungry, you'll die)

Now, I don't usually read or watch something that has romance at its front and center (though there are always exceptions, albeit rare). But I'm obsessed with Under the Skin, and I loved Word of Honor, so I decided to give Tan Jianci and Zhou Ye a chance for at least one episode, and well - here I am, writing this whole thing after watching the show and then even reading the original novel.

Qiang Qing Ci (or Mo Qing Cheng irl) is a smart and kind man, a doctor, who can cook and has an absolutely gorgeous voice that he uses for good but could use for evil (Tan Jianci could hypnotize people and I wouldn't even mind tbh). How can he work as a doctor and actor simultaneously, you might ask? That's Cdramaland for you, baby! His outer softness doesn't mean that he is completely harmless however. For all of you little freaks out here (myself included), there are some *ahoy!* moments too

Sheng Sheng Man (or Gu Sheng irl) is a girl surrounded by the love of her parents, five slightly overprotective cousins and her friends. She's shy and a bit sheltered, but not stupid, and Zhou Ye's acting makes her character very charming instead of the cringe that is usually associated with this kind of type of girl on screen.

Almost every character there is a good person, and you know, sometimes you just want to see those kinds of people have a great time. They do what they like for a job, fall in love, go on holidays, have friends that are ride or die for them and vice versa. There's no jealousy and backstabbing, all problems are resolved quickly, and everybody can actually COMMUNICATE.

One thing that I'd noticed while watching that surprised me a lot - is how everybody's acting is so relaxed and natural. When they're in a group together, you genuinely believe that all of them are good friends with each other in real life too. The light teasing, interrupting one another while talking, their mutual support and closeness. The actors probably had a lot of fun while filming. And goddamn, it's so good to see it! I'm also insanely jealous.

Music

Traditional music and the profession of voice acting are as much of main characters as our romantic leads are. The way that it was shown was so full of love and respect for the craft and people involved in it, it's amazing.

Despite the simplicity of the plot, there are still moments of heightened emotions, and people there deliver! Their acting shines through especially during the on-stage performances.

That "Swan Song" broke me. I swear, during this whole performance I was bawling my eyes out.

(also insert here a joke about Shen Yi probably being able to recreate Qiang Qing Ci's face based on just his silhouette).

(This is a Night Show in Yangshuo that the characters attend at some point, "Impression Liu Sanjie", an absolutely incredible performance, and I'd pay all the money I don't have to go see it personally)

Side characters (a completely self-indulgent section):

This is a rare Cdrama where there are no annoying side characters. I love them all and would kill anyone who'd think of bothering them even slightly.

These are MuMu (outwardly cold but actually very kind and empathetic) and MoBai (a lovable dumbass), a couple of cosplayers that pop up here and there, and nothing that you say will convince me that they're not together.

(And sure, you can read it as purely platonic friendship between bros, but honestly why would you. Also, I think the creators made a perfect recipe to avoid the wrath of censorship - just get two guys, occasionally make them say that they're single and looking for girls, but then show them always together, and just don't explain anything.) (Watch me finding a subtext even in the straightest show I've watched in years.)

The same goes for singers Fei Shao and Wang Ke, except for they're both bumbasses, and I love them dearly.

Dou Dou Dou Bing, a manager of their recording studio as well as the voice actress, and she's awesome.

Jue Mei Sha Yi, a voice actor, a CEO of his own company and the one that the Viki's live comment section thirsts for A LOT.

Feng Ya Song, a voice actor and a pediatrician as a side gig, and he's cute.

Geng Xiao Xing, a friend of Gu Sheng, works for some app (?) that collaborates with the voice studio. She's also cute and I like her hairstyle.

... And some others.

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If what I've described here interests you at all, then feel free to check it out. I think this is a good show to watch right now, as we all collectively try to crawl out of the winter depression.

This has been your friendly ghost from Abyss, with some recommendations on how to distract yourself from the horrors of existing（*＾-＾*）

#ghost's shouts from the abyss #love me love my voice #zhou ye #tan jianci #cdrama #i really really miss you #I swear this blog is slowly becoming tan jianci blog

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🌌 Oh hire a strategist for this train wreck already. I see why Leslie lost her congressional race. Neither her or her daughter understands their targeted demographic, thus fails miserably to market to them.

Damn, the both of you work for Warner Bros (Warner Bros does produce Ted Lasso which people need to remember) and neither can create a believable story?

You mean to say that the same court system who relied on social media to convict Derek Chauvin, to locate those involved in January 6, who uses social media to construct a murder timeline and it’s suspects, who uses SM as evidence for personal injury claims, and was able to expose Amber heard’s abuse of Johnny is suddenly turning a blind eye to Brock’s antics?

The American court systems might be flawed- they’re not going to allow for themselves to be shown as fools for a dried up actress grasping for resurrection.

Your social media posts can be used as evidence against you. Lawyers favor this form of evidence, as it’s one’s own testimony of guilt. It’s not illegally obtained, as one is posting their thoughts to the public. Nothing is ever deleted.

“She deprived me of vacations and time spent with the kids.”

Gag us with a spoon and cry a river. One look at Holivia’s trusted bookkeeper (Styles.Wilde) and all this is easily discredit this.

Wasn’t Easter a holiday? Pretty sure Brock wasn’t hopping around in a bunny suit in England with the kids (Coachella). How about the Fourth of July last year? We didn’t see the kids with Harry in the ocean with their red, white and blue floaties on, while Brock twirled her hair grinning from afar. They weren’t sitting around him while Harry retold Independence Day from the British perspective.

Christmas of last year? New Years? Was Otis and Daisy dressed up as Santa’s little helpers and Harry as Rudolph? Was Mama Anne and Brock pictured at the salon getting their manis and pedis with Daisy, while Gemma whined about “missing traditions”?

Halloween? I know I never saw Otis and Daisy dressed up as little Jeidis with a sign that said “May the force be with you, papa!”

Valentine’s Day? Was Daisy and Otis skipping alongside Brock and Doofy (Tommy)?

How about the times she lured the paps to the kids’ summer camp, used them in walks, dragged them to shows where they were visibly uncomfortable being there. Not to mention how she nearly attended every show in both America and Europe. Don’t care for Brock: Jason, a lot of “quality time” with the kids you felt “deprived of” is actually documented and known to be spent with none other than you, Captain dad.

You all could had, at least, played up the drama for a bit. One day problem, the next it’s quickly resolved? Not only resolved but filled with promo and now renewed “they live together🥹” rumors.

They “live together”: Okay then, why wasn’t Brock and the kids named in the recent burglary? In fact… why hasn’t Brock filed a restraining order against Pablo in order to protect herself and her kids? I mean they all “live at that property”-the lie Jason is using to recorrect the lies told regarding CinemaCon and to add credibility to cohabitation theory- and that property is where he frequented to find Harry… why haven’t Brock filed? Oh right it’s because she wouldn’t be able to provide proof (mail) that she or they do. Hear that? That’s the sound of her and Jason screaming and pissing themselves.

Given Harry’s need for control, if Otis and Daisy were involved in his life, he would had been contacted by the several tabloids on his bankroll weeks ago, and stopped these articles from being printed.

Come on, Harry has learned how to avoid slip ups. He hasn’t been papped since LOT wrap even though people are gaslighted into believing he’s being constantly papped and “fan sighted” on the daily. He’s seen when he wants to be seen and what’s reported about him he knows of it ahead of time. The significant narratives out there of him are the ones he wants out there.

He’s a perfectionist, afterall. While he might found Brock’s habit for impulsive lying a set back, he still is made aware of what generally is being printed ahead of time. He’s also aware of the general discussions. Just because he says he doesn’t give weight to peoples’ opinions, he does. His curiosity, like many of us, lures him to the temptation of listening in on what people are saying about him.

Again, does anyone ever see him with Jackson, Little Rowland, Ruby and other kids when he’s walking the streets with them? Are there pics of the man acting giddy when Mitch went to get Sarah’s ring? When they hosted Mitch bachelor party? When he went to buy them their wedding gifts? How about when he went to the store and assembled Sarah’s baby shower basket? What about when he bought little Rowland’s his books, sentimental clothes, and diapers prior to delivery? Are there “leaked videos” of him in those stores, in the baby section, holding the baby clothes?? That did overlap with the timing of Holivia. I mean surely Harry Styles, who is known to bed hop and is in the hot stage of new romance, to be seen in the infant section shopping for infant items should had been worthy of gossip blogs and tabloids. “HARRY STYLES SEEN IN BABY SHOP! EXCLUSIVE PICS! IS THERE A WILDER-STYLES LOVE CHILD ON THE WAY??” Yet that wasn’t ever printed. Wonder why.

Most of that happened in LA. You know, the same place Brock is gaslighting people to believe that she or him can’t walk without being harassed. Yet, there’s no pics of Harry during those moments. Neither with his other godkids.

Seriously, find a new angle, you idiots. People know you wouldn’t dare to go at each other’s throats by involving the courts. You were together during Weinstein.

Brock, all the mountains of evidence and skeletons Jason would use on you? Girl, you’d be hightailing out of those doors faster than you done at shows when you want to be seen.

Jason, you knew exactly what “I’m going to meet up with Harvey *smiley face*” meant. You allowed it because you wanted to benefit from the connections. Same with Holivia. You allowed and made it possible for her to go to every major event, so that your “Ted Lasso” image would be retained and your victimhood card can be used with the public’s empathy.

Theoretically, if the custody battle was real, best believe neither of them would have custody of the kids right now. After both sides would had aired out the others dirty laundry, the judge would had either placed Otis and Daisy in the care of the grandparents who were the best fit until a decision could be made, with a relative/close friends of moral standing, or in a foster family. Olivia and Jason both have too many skeletons they’re not wanting expose. They’re not going to betray each other, as the illusion they’re making.

If this was a real court hearing: why wasn’t Harry present to give his sworn statements? If he “is” her unnamed current partner, as Jason said to the journalist to add credibility, of almost two years, the courts would had needed to examine him to see if he and his environment would be a safe and secure place for the kids to be around before granting Brock the “win for custody”.

If these two morons can slip through the cracks and find work in the industry, anyone can.

Before leaving (I’ve shared why I’ve limited my presence here months back), Harry you really need to act like you have a pair. Or, at least, one.

The same way you were suckered into agreeing with this under false pretensions, you’re being clowned regarding its aftermath. Placating and thinking “just give they what they wants” isn’t going to promise that you won’t be vilified as you’re not wanting to be by both of them. You will. You already have been with how Brock “has been reconfiguring both her and her kids lives for the guy who couldn’t give two shits about them”.

Best believe that the seeds those two crows have been subtly planting into peoples’ minds are going to have a full harvest. The promise of getting paid and career advancement in exchange for the drama isn’t always going satisfy.

You idolize Mitch & Sarah, Ben & Meredith, childhood’s friends, and Niall’s relationships and experiences. Even Camille’s and Theo’s. Yet are frustrated that that is absent in your own life. That’s a result of you being afraid to do what you know what needs to be done. Excuse the language: just grab them (his courage/guts/balls) already and take a risk.

Talk to you all later.

Oh it’s so good to see your anons again 🫶🌌

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