#how dare this not post? or maybe i wasn't done answering??? i don't even know anymore

[ghost-proofbaby]

I would love a Getting to Know Eddie with your coffee shop blues Eddie. (I’ll let Abi ask for Maroon). 😘

(oh i don’t think i could tell abi much more about maroon eddie than i already have. the space under my desk when im writing maroon literally has her name on it <3)

alright. so. COFFEE SHOP BLUES EDDIE. first and foremost, that eddie is from my purely self indulgent barista!au for those of you who don’t know. for legal reasons, it’s totally not based on true experiences or a very real company. totally not. for legal reasons. but, the entire premise is this eddie entirely untouched from the upside down — non-canon compliance so we can be happy for once baby ! — and just playing around with who he is without all that. he gets the job as a barista, he’s a damn pessimist, and- well, i liked to play around with what would happen if he was the grumpiest barista to ever exist and got reality checked by a sunshine-incarnate barista. and, spoiler alert, the boy would probably melt. he does melt.

my inspiration is drawn entirely from uh… well… can i have a lawyer if i admit this? nah im just kidding he’s based on my own experiences! and contrary to what plenty of people have said to me (if i had a nickel every time said they imagine me as reader i’d be far richer than i am which makes me so 😭), eddie is the character based around me. i think he’d react very similarly to how i do most of the time at work. being grumpy, being so easily inconvenienced by every small thing, always huffing and puffing and wanting to be better. and i think reader is what i’d like to be. at the end of the day, it’s just a nice way to romanticize life, i guess. <3

my favorite headcanon that i’ve never shared in the story is that everyone actually finds that he’s very good at his job. it’s emphasized he isn’t necessarily friends with the other baristas, and there’s a whole lot of him internally comparing himself to the people he thinks do the job better (*cough* reader *cough*), but that whole “i can do better. i have to do better” mentality has led him to being quite good at the job actually. he puts himself down, says he isn’t that good, etc. but he is. customers like that feline grumpiness (the girls that come in regularly for frappucinos in the afternoon are always secretly hoping he’s there, definitely living their ‘i can fix him’ fantasy despite reader already having set sail on that boat), his coworkers admire him albeit they get a lil scared of him due to resting bitch face, and all that. he makes a mean fucking cappuccino. his drinks always just taste better. he’s just good. he’ll never admit it, but damn is he good at his job.

on a casual day, this man is living in comfy clothes. big band tees, plaid pajama pants or sweats. the only time he puts on jeans these days is when he works. which, i mean, listen — he works often. he lives his days by what shift he has, not by days of the week. weekends are nonexistent to him. he’s earned some damn comfort when he’s just at home, ya know? (also, most of his clothes that aren’t graphic tees or comfy pants just stink of coffee these days. ugh.)

his favorite food is probably the cake pops at work. he’s a sweet tooth fiend with them. someone accidentally breaks one when opening the packages? oh no !! he’ll take that off their hands. all of his free food mark outs? 50% cake pops. he’s on food? he’s definitely accidentally bagging and slipping one or two off to the side for himself. sometimes coworkers will try to convince him when he’s on the food position to slip them a free cake pop as well, and every time, he’s flipping them the bird and a quick “steal on your own time, bud”. (unless it’s reader. unless it’s sunshine. then, he’s caving, handing over the birthday cake pop he just marked out for himself without second thought. even if he rolls his eyes as he does it — he’d give her the world if she just asked).

his family situation is pretty close to canon — wayne. and obviously he has hellfire, he has corroded coffin, but all of those are just… small things. he’s finally graduated in this universe, so hellfire doesn’t meet as often. corroded coffin’s members are still in their senior year, so sometimes studying for a calculus test is overriding band practice for them. which i mean, was a bummer and led to him needing a distraction like a part time job (also — money) but it’s all good now, cause he gets to bug Sunshine on his days off when he’s bored. they’ve definitely exchanged numbers, and they’re definitely sending each other an obligatory dumb meme a day. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

he likes pop music. don’t ever ask him about it, he denies it, but Sunshine got him into all those radio hits. he’ll find himself humming along to the radio at work constantly too. and, the one time he and Sunshine worked a very rare, LITERALLY only happened once close together, they definitely were belting out britney spears’ “hit me baby one more time”, dancing around the closed stores and eddie using the mop as a mic while Sunshine tried to stock up all the cups. the shift on duty was unamused, to say the least.

he’s pretty pessimistic in all avenues, but there’s something deep inside of him that’s just a bit hopeless romantic. especially after meeting Sunshine. he listens to her prattle about her romance books all day, and he hates the fact that he finds himself smiling at some of those different scenarios she’s gushing about. but it’s cute, okay? besides, it’s only giving him more ideas about how to wow his favorite barista. sex, on the other hand, he’s still pretty bland on. he’s had one or two one night stands, names he’s forgotten at the Hideout after shows, and he’s not really got the energy to be some sex-crazed fuckboy. listening to his coworkers’ hookup stories and relationship problems work pretty well to remind him he could be doing far worse (but if anyone were to ask him what he thought of Sunshine in that context? oh. oh the poor boy. the scary dog facade fades, and his ears have never been pinker as he’s stuttering about having to grab something from the back that he just stocked. he’s just grateful she never seems to have her own escapades to talk about — he probably wouldn’t survive the world-ending jealousy that would cloud his vision.)

pessimistic. so so pessimistic.

a couple months ago, he would have said his room. alone. or practicing with cc, on his guitar. or behind his dm screens, watching as his little sheep panicked over the latest twist he’s revealed for his current campaign.

but now? maybe he’s just gone soft, but the first place he thinks of is a rainy afternoon in the back of his van, his head in Sunshine’s lap as they listen to the slight drizzle bounce off the roof. he swears if he closes his eyes, he can still feel her fingers against his scalp.

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JO. JO. I DON'T HAVE THE ORIGINAL POST FOR THIS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT PARAGRAPH IS ANSWERING WHAT PROMPTS. but honestly, even now that i'm free of the siren, i wanna post this. i love prattling on about our little grumpy barista. i luv him.

#tumblr keeping THIS ONE in drafts has to be grounds for fighting right? #like? #it's BARISTA EDDIE #how dare this not post? or maybe i wasn't done answering??? i don't even know anymore #thank u ily <3 #jo <3 #coffee shop blues #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #still laughing at the way i insert the under the desk joke any time i can

[letterlitter]

Like fawns to the huntsmen

Lestappen

•Max needs to be careful, his relationship with Charles cannot get out.

•Tags: angst maybe??, a tiny bit of fluff

•word count: about 800

"Max? Max? Come back to earth please."

Max blinked himself to consciousness as the reporter-filled room burst into laughter from his zoning out. The question as far as Max could remember was about Ferrari so he tried to whip up an answer, "I think Ferrari is in a good place at the moment and we will have to see if they could keep it up. Charles and Carlos are old friends and it would be fun to race against them and see them eat a little bit more of the dust I have to blow."

Another wave of laughter filled the air and marked the end of the press conference for Max. Even with hating to be interviewed, he had been somewhat prepared for this. The reporters had been asking him questions about Charles over and over again in different ways and different context just to see how he would respond. Just to catch him off guard and make his tongue slip a secret or an unexpected opinion they could use to make them both look bad.

Formula one is a male dominated sport, most of whom are homophobic and racist and definitely not open to new things; so if Max's secret would be out, it would only be a matter of time until they both received countless death threats and even more hate messages telling them they will go to hell.

That was the last thing either of them wanted now that they were both at the peak of their careers. So they decided to hide what they have and tell everyone they're just good friends.

Charles was okay with this. He was good at hiding strong feelings of his, having been through so much in his life and continuing to do so. He could feel satisfied for the day with recieving small glances and smiles and Max's hand being wrapped around his waist to take a picture when they were both on the podium. It was the best he could ask for.

Max on the other hand was different. He liked to show people what he has done and what boy he has pulled. He liked people to know that they will go to the same hotel room after to celebrate their wins; to have their own little private party making everybody else in the world jealous of not knowing what will happen behind closed doors.

But not everything could go as the three times F1 world champion would want. Money could buy a lot, but not everything. This was one of them.

It was way too risky. Reporters would constantly ask him "how's Charles?" Or "any thought about Leclerc today?" Like they knew everything about what was going on between them. All the F1 ads and merch would put their pictures next to eachother on purpose. The camera flashes, like loaded guns, would go crazy everytime they even looked into each other's eyes.

Charles always thought if anyone would care enough to look closer, they would find out about them. He would nudge Max on the shoulder and whisper "don't be so obvious" when he kept staring at Charles's lips while waiting for his own post race interview.

Charles liked their dirty little secret. He liked it that no one could dare make their choices for them and they could keep denying it if anybody asked. Nice and easy and private.

Max loved Charles with every single vein in his body. He loved him so much he could barely breathe. He loved him so much his bones would ache. Charles was the only good thing Max still had from his childhood.

Charles's feeling had formed pretty early on. Ever since he didn't know what to call them. He just liked Max; he liked to tease him and make him mad by ignoring his concerns about the race. They were kids after all, who would care that much about a silly little karting mistake?

Charles liked to be around Max and it took him a while to realize why.

They kept eachother grounded, calm. They kept the noise down for eachother when things got way too overwhelming. They were each other's little miracle.

But things were sometimes harder as they were easy. Ferrari wasn't always the best team and Jos was never the best dad. Them going to eachother and having short meetings behind the garages would sometimes become unbearable. Why couldn't Max just kiss Charles right on that podium? Why would it make a scene if Charles hugged Max tight when he was down?

The sport reporters and photographers were everywhere. Any "wrong" move would make it right to the front page of every magazine and website, ruining their careers for the most part.

and there was nothing anyone could do. Only if they had been braver, only if they'd been less greedy. Only if the world wasn't so cruel...

#lestappen #lestappen fic #max verstappen #charles leclerc

[sequoiareachesforthesky]

This my contribution to queer Kazui propaganda (I love taking middle-aged characters and making them go against traditional gender norms, truly one of my favourite pastimes)

Ok so I actually have a looooot of thoughts about Kazui and gender and queerness and everything, but right now, what I really want to talk about is the "he shouldn't have lied from the start" argument. (Rather long rant under the cut)

Everything discussed in this post will be in the context of the "Kazui married even though he wasn't in love, lied for years about his feelings, eventually came clean and this is what caused his wife to commit suicide" theory. I know a lot of people have different views on Kazui's story and murder, but this is the scenario I'd want to talk about because it's probably the one I've seen being mentioned the most so far, and the people seeing him as guilty because "he shouldn't have lied from the start" in the context of this theory are starting to bug me a little.

Because basically, saying that is like condemning a man for playing the role he was asked to play in a flawed system (flawed is a euphemism. fuck heteronormativity.) So basically the way I read the "he shouldn't have lied to begin with" argument goes a bit like this : "he should have never taken part in the system from the start". To which I answer : you know, not everyone was born an anarchist and not everyone was raised to question the system. If that was the case for you, that's great! Your conscience is clear and you can sleep soundly at night! But you do realise that for most people, who aren't exposed to anything else, who don't even know that different systems exist, playing along is just the most logical thing to do, right?

Even when you feel like things aren't quite right in your life, you end up thinking that something is wrong with you, not with the system. Because noone questions the system, so surely the problem must come from inside, right?

So you mask your "difference", hoping that it will just go away. You hide your queerness because you've been told that it's disgusting, and so you think it is too. You mask your neurodivergency because your family call autistic people "crazy", and surely you can't be like those people. You grit your teeth and bear through the chronic pain because doctors keep on insisting that "there's no reason for you to be feeling like that", so you downplay your own pain, and maybe the one of other people too. Because that's the normal thing to do right? I must fit into the machine at all cost, because I know how people who don't are treated. And I'm scared of being treated the same way.

Often, one would rather be a coward than a "freak". And I can't really blame them for that. Because people depend on each other to survive. And being chased away from your community seems like a death sentence.

So you bottle it up.

But at some point, you can't take it anymore. You snap. You smash your mask on the ground. You rip appart your costume. You refuse to play this role anymore. A role that has hurt you, and that has also hurt others. That's the way the system works, it puts us into a box, then against each others, and don't you dare break the established rules or there will be terrible consequences!

But you know what? Fuck that. Yeah I've hurt people with my lies, with my ignorance, by being irresponsible. But I can learn. I can change.

And if someone else makes the first step towards being a better person themself, if they accept to see the pain they're inflicting on others and on themselves, well the first thing I'm gonna do is welcome them, not pointing out everything they've done wrong in their life. Retribution and accountability can come later. It will come. But let's take things one step at a time. People are imperfect, changing is hard. But it's not impossible. And I believe that we shouldn't abandon someone just because they're "a lost cause" or "past the point of no return".

But I digress. Because in the case of Kazui, he has realised the harm he has done and he doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore. And in the case of people like these, I'd rather help them move on towards being a better person rather than focusing on their past. What's done is done, all we can do is fixing what can be repaired and making sure it never happens again.

That's why I hate the "Kazui shouldn't have ever lied" argument. Because he can't change the past, and if he could he would. Yes it wasn't right of him to lie, but you know what? I'm gonna say it wasn't wrong either. It was barely even a conscious decision at this point. He just did what he was supposed to. I don't see the point of examining his act through the lense of morality, because in his mind, it was never about what's moral or not. Just what was expected of him (I could go further into this argument and I know not everyone agrees with it but whatever).

Yet people still think Kazui, or really anyone in this situation, deserves to be punished even more? It's kinda like when people get cancelled forever, they're denied the opportunity to change, to make amends, to better themselves. Denied the right to be seen as human beings.

Alright now is the time to derail and extrapolate from this case study because why not.

Because Kazui took the first step towards changing, because he stopped lying, because he said fuck this stupid act I've been putting up all my life, I do believe he's on the right path towards understanding the real problem behind it all. And sure, he isn't an anarchist trying to tear down the system yet. He doesn't even seem to realise that the real issue isn't lying, the issue isn't that there's something wrong with him, no, the real problem is the society that pressures people into heterosexual marriage (and honestly, Kazui is far from the only one in MILGRAM whose crime was very directly influenced by their environment). But I have faith in people like him. I think he could become a system-destroyer™. So for now I'm queering him in hope that someday, he'll queer the world in return.

In the end this post isn't really about Kazui, more so about this specific interpretation of him that's fairly popular in the fandom. I do have a lot of thoughts, headcanons and interpretations of his character in relation to queerness though. But today, he's not really the one I want to talk about. I want to talk about everything else.

I know I may sound quite uhmm, categorical(?) in this post, but I'm actually not all that set on my convictions. This is just what has come to my mind. It is flawed, it is approximative, it is incomplete. But it is what I wanted to say. And I hope you guys have thoughts you'd be willing to share about all this. Because despite how anxious online social interactions make me, I want to hear what others have to say. I want to know about other worldviews and experiences. I want to learn!

Love you guys for reading through all this (and I hope you enjoyed the middle-aged-man-in-dress post haha)

Also I put way too much effort into drawing the apple and the broken mask for the background so I'm putting them here (low quality but still)

#milgram #milgram project #kazui mukuhara #milgram kazui #ミルグラム #milgram fanart #my art

[imaddicted2hs]

A one shot of enemies to friends to lovers

Another one shot yes because i don't feel like continuing the series i started just yet.

This is not my best work why lie. I could have done way better but i guess i got too excited to just finish it. Though promise, next post will be better than this because i will give it time.

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Word Count- 2,527

warnings- none

happy reading!!

Nothing is better than a romantic weather with pink skies and soft breeze carrying a sweet smell of wet leaves. But sitting with your legs on the dashboard as you and your friend (with whom you are secretly in love with) jam together to the songs loudly, driving past wide, empty fields, is a cherry on the top really. "Are we ever going to make a stop or our plan is to drive until the fuel tank is empty?" He doesn't answer right away. I stare at his side profile, which I dare to say is perfect, waiting for a response. "I know it's hard for you to stay still in a place like a good pup, but 10 more minutes babe, we are almost at our motel." I dramatically gasp and smack his arm which makes him chuckle.

Long story short, few months back as I was walking past the school lab, my ears couldn't help but listen to someone talk through the paper thin walls. It was that cocky voice which I could recognize from miles away. Harry Styles. My biggest enemy and academic rival. If someone told me at the time that I'll be hanging out with him and secretly even like him a lot, I would have declared that person delusional. He and I had all the same classes and what can I say other than that everyone knew if we got a chance to stab each other to death we wouldn't let it slide. He wanted to be the one to score the most and so did I. We pulled all sort of pranks just to bring the other one down at our level. Ms. Grey, our English professor never gave any of us the chance to answer in class because it all ended with torn notebooks, weird drawings on the faces and the class hooting. Yes we both have had a perfect record other than those countless detentions because of each other. "UGH finally. I have been dying to pee and take a shower." I see him roll his eyes but I don't pay any mind to it because I'm too busy collecting my stuff and leaving the old red mustang. My grandmother was crazy about cars and made sure to leave the best one of her collections for her best granddaughter that is me. "Can we have a room with two single beds for one night? Oh and can you please check if you have the once with a balcony." As the receptionist in front of me does her thing, I look out of the window as Harry takes out his stuff from the backseat and closes the door. Not for a single second I take my eyes off of him until the lady that was long forgotten by me clears her throat for my attention. "Oh yeah sorry." I smile awkwardly as I pick up the key kept in front of me. "Gimme the keys I'll open the door, make the payment and keep the stuff so that you can go collect your stuff you forgot in the backseat and lock the car because you brought the keys with yourself." I sigh and hand him the key and make a quick run outside.

I'm huffing like a mad person as I finally reach the fourth floor because this place didn't have an elevator. My eyes widen as I hear the shower running and I don't waste a second to bang on the door and shout "how dare you, you cheater! You knew I wanted to use the bathroom badly you cruel ass." I whine. I sit angrily on the bed staring at the door so that as soon as it opens I can ruin his pretty face with my nails and maybe bite him so that his body hurts. He opens the door and before I get to throw my tantrum I notice that he is fully dressed and his hair is dry. "But-" he cuts me off "it wasn't in the best condition and you are extremely crazy about hygiene so I just ran some water so that it looks less dirty." I'm embarrassed. "Oh my god I-" "Go use it before you make a mess here" he chuckles and before I turn even more red I leave the room faster than Flash himself. On the first day of the semester last year, he slimed me just because I took his favourite seat and he had to sit in the last row. It was funny to see his face during the whole class and hearing his tone as he introduced himself. Even if I had to face the consequences and get slimed in the end, it was worth it. And today he gave a thought to my pet peeve which has my mind all puzzled. And I even forgot to bring a clean pair of clothes with me inside. I'll have to go out in the towel. I suck in a long breath and open the door to find him on the bed scrolling through his phone. "Can you please close your eyes?" He looks directly at me totally still and the moment I see something change in his eyes he quickly mutters a sure and looks away with his eyes clamped shut before I can figure out the look.

The series of events has been too embarrassing for my liking and I'm almost at the brink of overthinking. "Meet me downstairs in an hour okay?" "Don't forget the whipped cream for me." "Alright and wear a jacket, it gets cold at night." I hum in response and he leaves. What exactly are we doing here? Well after a prank war, unlimited broken pens, thousands of notes lost, the headmaster was fed up with us. We were called in the office after I had pulled a pretty big prank on him which was dope but he denied that wholeheartedly. He hated cats, what an abomination right? So I came early in the morning, and just before the bell, I put not 1 but 4 kittens and a cat in his locker. More to my luck, he was late that day and didn't take the necessary precautions we used to whenever we opened our lockers because locker pranks were the most common ones. He opened it in a hurry and was met with the smallest kitten ready to leap on him. The look on his face as he shrieked didn't go uncaptured ofcourse. He was horrified and I was grinning like the most evil creature. The other two kittens with the help of his hoody climbed on him and started licking his face as he tried to shoo them out of his locker. The cat was the most stubborn and the dirty looks Harry gave to her were too funny. I just couldn't stop laughing. As he finally managed to get rid of them, they all were not in his favour as they started roaming in the corridor creating noises. Teachers who were teaching with the doors open stepped out just to give Harry the annoyed looks while he tried to escape from the crime scene. Even the universe was against him because the smallest kitten had made his way into his bag and made an appearance while Professor Keith was trying to explain the economics crisis. Whole class turned into a chaos as the kitten destroyed the benches with his scratches and other students pushed each other to pet the little devil. This was the limit I guess because we were both sitting in front of the headmaster as he wrote us a 5 days suspension letter. We argued like crazy until he asked us to settle the matter between us right there right then and promise each other to let the whole school live peacefully. We got rid of the suspension letter disaster and as I started to walk out in the corridor he called my name and said he wanted to talk. "Let's call off the war and make a bet." "I'm all ears." "Whoever has the higher GPA in the semester end will get a fully paid one day trip from the loser." I rolled my eyes at him as I laughed just to realise he was serious. "Okay then it's a bet. Also the winner gets the most expensive drink on the Starbucks menu with all the toppings." I never liked coffee but it was a pretty good idea to make one's pocket hurt. He throwed a terrified look which quickly changed into a neutral expression before he nodded and walked away as I stared at his tall figure.

From that day we still competed but through out the process we actually grew closer by slowly clearing each other's doubt when we were the only ones in the library late at night to offering each other pens and snacks. I heard him listening to my favorite band and I couldn't help but throw questions at him out of the blue. I caught him off guard that day because he stuttered non stop and didn't look at my face for longer than a second. I didn't realize when we became friends but it turned out pretty good. So who's paying? Harry ofcourse. He left one hour earlier to get the most expensive drink on the menu and some other snacks before we go to a view point. I wanted it to be a road trip because that's the best you can do in a single day. I had a 4.0 GPA whereas his was 3.9. Not a big difference but I still won. I glance at the table clock and it's been 50 minutes since he left. I put my hair in a braid, curly hair are impossible to handle. I make my way down stairs and I see him with the mustang in the parking lot. I make my way over and without wasting a minute I open the door, sit and grin at him. It's just a 5 minute ride which I'm thankful for because driving at night at like 10 p.m. isn't my favorite thing. I get out of the car and as soon as I look ahead, I'm stunned. The most perfect view I have ever seen is in front of me as the cold breeze is all I can feel and hear. With tall trees on both the sides of the cliff, a lightened town below us and a starry night above us, I'm breathless. It's so perfect. I turn to look at Harry and he's already looking at me. He's holding everything and he gestures for me to sit on the hood. So I do. He takes a seat beside me with all types of snacks between us. He hands me the drink and I laugh at his same expression. "I don't even like coffee, I just wanted to let the loser lose some money too." He looks at me offended and shocked. "You are cruel. I don't like coffee too." "Well we need to drink it though. Let's share it hm?" I offer him picking up a red cup from the stash. He's hesitant but nods eventually taking the cup from my hand. "So how much?" "This coffee itself was 61 dollars" I gasp wide eyed. "You're kidding???" All I get is a shoulder shrug and a tight lipped smile as I laugh in shock. "Now I feel bad." "We both know you don't." He rolls his eyes as we both give it a try. "Okay it's not THAT bad you know." "Yeah because you got all the toppings and I got only coffee!" He accuses me even if I didn't attempt so. I squint my eyes then I just offer him my drink. "Oh- oh. Uhm. You sure?" He's blushing? Why? "Yeah I'm sure. Here. Give me yours." He smells great. He always does. "So how does it feel to lose?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "I let you win babe." I scoff at his response while he sips on his coffee making faces.

"Can I ask you something?" I take the opportunity to ask him something I have always thought of everytime we talked or everytime I saw him. "Go ahead." "Why were you always rude to me?" his shoulders stiffen all of a sudden, "since the day I joined this school, even in homeroom, when we had no classes together you didn't shake my hand when I offered. Everyone was kind to me but you just stared at me." I look at him as he stares ahead barely breathing. "Harry." He whips his head towards me. "Why?" He just looks me in the eyes as I do the same. "I liked you." My eyes widen and I quickly look away. "Wha-" "I saw you and I was so mesmerized by you. By your confidence, by your looks, by your voice. And I was competitive and rude three years ago." I can't believe my ears. This is not happening. It can't be. "I couldn't believe it and thought if I showed you I'm capable too, you will like me. But you didn't spare a single glance at me because of how I acted on the first day." I'm not able to comprehend the words as I listen to him. "But you wanted to be first? The bet too?" I ask him without looking at him. "It never was about the grades. I wanted you. So when an year after that we had all the classes together I did everything to just make you notice me. Even if it included all the pranks, the competition and fights." I'm too stunned to speak. As I turn my head, I look in his eyes and they carry guilt. Like he's trying to apologize. "I liked you too but never knew why you hated me. So I started hating you too." "You still like me?" He's quick to ask after my confession." I nod slightly in response. "Good because I still like you too." Before I get to open my mouth, he cradles my face with his big hand and pulls me towards him. Our foreheads touch as he stares right into my eyes. I can smell the scent of coffee in his breathe and his sandlewood smell. I glance towards his lips and I think he takes the hint as he wastes not even a second in wrapping his lips into mine. He's impatient and fast and he doesn't stop. Neither do I. Our tongues fight for the dominance and I give up easily because he's too good. I let him explore my mouth, I let him bite my lips, I let him devour me. I soon run out of breathe though because I pull away panting as he stares me with those eyes and I feel small under his gaze. I peck at his lips as I move the stash of food aside and come close. I hold on too his arm tightly and snuggle into him. We both look at the beauty in front of us as we feel each other's presence without uttering another word.

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[wwinterwitch]

Aaah I love your stories, happy 1k

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “What’s stopping you?”

With Nancy wheeler saying the first sentence?

Thank you, darling. I really hope you enjoy this!

prompts used: "I really want to kiss you right now." "What's stopping you?" pairing: nancy wheeler x gn!reader (no pronouns used) word count: 985 warnings/what to expect: just pure fluff and nancy being adorable

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You agreed to help Nancy with an article she wanted to publish in the school's newspaper. She was really trying to get it done as soon as possible, deciding to stay after school was over to show it to the rest of her team first thing tomorrow.

That meant it was just you and Nancy inside the room where all the students involved in the school’s newspaper would join and work on every little detail to make sure it was ready to be printed every Friday afternoon to publish it every Monday morning.

"Can you move the photo again?" she asks you while once again analyzing the structure of her article. "A little to the left...now a little bit to the right...left again...perfect!"

She stared at the entire article for a few seconds, analyzing everything to make sure she liked absolutely every detail of it. She was really hoping to hear no criticism about it since this was a very important article she's been dying to post in the newspaper. She wasn’t ready to show it to the others before because she was afraid they wouldn’t like it.

"What do you think?" she asks you, anxiously waiting for your reply while you take a look at it.

"Looks nice," was all you could say, not really knowing exactly what to focus on. Journalism wasn't really your thing, anyway.

"That's it?" she asked, slightly disappointed. Before you could say anything else, her expression changed to one of worry. "No, you're right...the photo doesn't look good there. Maybe it needs to be at the very bottom."

With that said, you were going to follow her instructions and move everything to how she wanted it to be, not noticing she reached for the photo at the same time as you did, your hand brushing hers for a brief second.

Nancy quickly moved her hand away and you couldn't ignore the way her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, avoiding to look at you as she just stood there while you moved all the pieces around to test how it looked.

"Like that?" you asked. Nancy turned to look at you after what you said, way into her thoughts to realize she had to say something about the new arrangement. The fact that she was quiet for way too long while you waited for an answer made her blush even harder, knowing she was being way too obvious.

"Uh, yeah...that's better," she eventually said, trying to act like she wasn't still thinking of your hand touching hers by accident and how she'd like for it to happen again. "What do you think?"

"I think it looks very pretty," you admitted, though you weren't looking at the article. Instead, your entire attention was focused on her.

She knew you were looking at her and she was very aware about the fact that you weren't referring to the article. Still, she was unable to look back at you. "You think?" she asks timidly.

"Yeah...don't you?"

"I...well, I don't...I guess," she mutters.

At that very moment, she found enough courage to look back at you. She was so close to you, that you couldn't miss the way her eyes moved down to your lips for a brief second before looking up again, hoping you didn't notice that. By the way you smiled at her, it was obvious you caught her.

"What's on your mind?" you dared to ask, and Nancy swears her heart stopped at that very second.

There was a brief silence before she finally confessed what she's been thinking since the moment the two of you were alone in that room. "I really want to kiss you right now."

It was barely audible. Maybe not even Nancy realized what was coming out of her mouth until it was too late to take it back. She looked back at you, more anxious than ever, waiting for any sort of response. She couldn't care any less about her precious article anymore, not when she just confessed something like that to the friend she's had a crush on for so long.

But much to her relief, you didn't seem to hate her comment. If anything, you liked it. And to confirm her suspicions, you said, "What's stopping you?"

Nancy couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she wasn't going to waste her chance by standing there like an idiot trying to process what was happening. Instead, she put a hand in the back of your neck and guided you closer to her, crashing her lips with yours.

The kiss was sweet, but you could tell she has been wanting this to happen as badly as you have. She was happy to feel your hands on her waist, intending to make the kiss last for as long as she possibly could. You moved back at one point, but Nancy didn't have time to complain because you immediately started to kiss her again.

She was blushing like crazy the moment the two of you eventually pulled away, a shy smile on her face as she looked at you. "That was...great," she commented, still not entirely over the fact that she just kissed her crush.

"It really was," you agreed. "And don't get me wrong, as much as I love helping you with your article, I hope we finish this soon so we can kiss a little more."

Nancy looks down at the article, her smile never fading, immediately looking back at you. "I think the article's done."

"Are you sure?" you teased, knowing she was just saying that because she was just wishing to kiss you again.

"Yeah, it looks perfect. Should we get out of here?" she says way too fast, which inevitably makes you laugh.

"Sure," you replied, watching Nancy get all her stuff ready to leave. Her priorities definitely changed since she first walked inside this room with you. All that matters now is to give you as many kisses as possible, trying to make up for all the time she wasted admiring you in secret.

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x gn!reader #nancy wheeler fic #nancy wheeler imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things

[bitacrytic]

I have a question. And I am not trying to start any shit trust me. It's just I was exploring the kp tag and I caught another blogger answering an ask. In their opinion, Vegas is those creepy people who constantly come onto you even when you say no and then ultimately commit on you the violence of sexual assault. They brought up how after a failed attempt at raping Porsche he was standing admiring himself in the mirror. And while initially I went how dare you...I eventually could not disagree.

I know the source novel and it is honestly bad. What happened to Pete there- let's just say I am relieved they took another route no matter how dubious the present version is in itself. My point of the ask is- from the safe house episodes they tried to play it up as the man being a sad little boy who did whatever he had to do to come out on top. And maybe ( just maybe with dangling on a very thin line) I can excuse that what he did with Tawan as a part of him wanting to get an inside Intel but his attempt at raping porsche...that- that is not justifiable right? I mean flirting with him/trying to impress him...okay- massive douchebag but the drugging and making him drunk...those stuff.

And the thing is I was in the Vegaspete afterglow right? Giggling at the hospital scene. But now after i have seen the post...i can't help but ask myself...didn't they take the Vegas of earlier episodes and turn him into someone else from that safehouse episode? ( where vp have a heart to heart)? I have the link to the post I am referring to. But I don't want anyone to harass the person...so I am just sending the ask.

Oh, you're right not to link someone that people might attack. Real people matter more than opinions about a fictional ship. So, good on you for not linking it.

I agree with you. Vegas is a psychopath. He is a rapist. He is a murderer. Vegas did bad things to EVERYONE he's ever come in contact with, besides his father and his brother. I am of the opinion that if Tawan hadn't kidnapped Chay and ruined things, Vegas would have taken Porsche to his dungeon and tortured and raped him. It's that simple.

But here are a few things to think of:

1. People can still ship psychopaths and enjoy a ship that features rape. It is fucking FICTION. If you don't ship it, cool. But don't try and make other people feel bad about it. We have literally seen these men commit murder and we still stan them. There's no good behaviour here. Kinnporsche is messy. Everyone is messy. So don't let anyone make you feel like shit for shipping a messed up ship from a messed up show. Because everyone is fucked on this show.

2. It's funny that we, as the audience, think we have a moral standpoint from which to judge these characters. Because we don't. If we were in these situations (I hope not) we might exhibit our worst selves. The things Vegas did to Pete are fucked up. But guess what? If Pete wasn't the prisoner, he'd have stood on the sidelines and let it happen. Wait, he did stand on the sidelines and let Vegas torture at least two different people. That's the kind of show we're watching. Fucked up people doing fucked up shit to each other. And the fact that we think we can find morality or a reason to excuse anything any of them do is funny. Because we can't.

3. The same thing they did to Vegas is what they did to Kinn. These men are bad people, but we're supposed to root for them. So of course there wil be a moment where there's a switch from "I'm the big bad," to "I want this man I have harmed to love me."

They made Vegas miss and crave Pete to show growth in his arc, the same way they made Kinn seem like a good man after the things he did to Porsche. "Oh, I sexually assaulted you? But I have feelings for you. Oh, I punished you even though I know what actually happened wasn'tyour fault? But my father made me do it. Love me because I hate the bad things that I have done." And it fucking worked. Even people like me who complain about Kinn, still love the kinnporsche ship. Because it has its moments. But it's toxic. So, saying that they tried to play Vegas up as sad cat meow meow after the incident should also be said about kinn. Kinn is also a rapist. He also trapped Porsche in that mansion, excluding him from friends and family to the point that Porsche had to lie to leave the mansion.

My point is,

No one in this fandom has a leg to stand on when it comes to complaining about problematic ships. We can hate the ship all we want, but we can't erase or escape the problematic parts of our own ships.

Unless the person in question doesn't like any ship on the show.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete

[little-lego-ninjas]

my insecurities are loud (but your love is louder)

Hey guys! I decided I should post my fic here, so I hope you enjoy! Now, Jaya isn't my fav ship (I have so many. So. Many.) but I do love their dynamics and I've been thinking about them a lot lately, so!!

Jay gasped against Nya's lips, every breath a desperate gulp to try and stay conscious and almost failing every time he managed to snag one. He almost felt like he was drowning against her, her lips, her hands, her.

She had him falling under her waves, snatched up by a riptide and swept below into the deep, uncharted waters that refused to let him go. Which wasn't entirely a bad thing, but Jay struggled to breathe normally just by sitting still, so Nya rendering him breathless really wasn't helping.

Mercifully, she pulled back enough for him to pant against her, chest heaving as he tried to regain the precious oxygen he had lost. Nya giggled softly, her fingertips grazing his cheek in little lines. She was probably making shapes out of his freckles. Jay flushed at the thought, shifting to hide his face against her shoulder.

He felt like he had just run for miles, when he really had only been kissing Nya for maybe two minutes. "Sorry," he mumbled against the revealed skin of her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her against his cheek as he shifted again to better hide his face, forcing her fingers off of his face.

Jay really didn't want her to draw with his freckles any more.

"For what?" He heard her ask, always so gentle with him, like he might shatter if she raised her voice.

Knowing him, he might. Even after everything they had been through, a small part of his mind always told him Nya was too good for him, too good for a junkyard boy. She deserved someone who could give her the world, and Jay couldn't even take her out to dinner half the time.

Nya would wake up one morning and realize it too, and then she would break up with him all over again. Only there wouldn't be any cosmic divination to save him when that happened. Jay would just be alone and destroyed all over again, ripped asunder by the very waves that cradled him so tenderly in this moment.

It was almost too much to think about.

Jay swallowed, throat clogged up with a jumble of emotions he couldn't name. "For being bad at kissing."

Nya snorted, nudging him off of her shoulder. "Jay, don't be stupid."

Jay couldn't make himself lift his head to see her smile. He just couldn't.

What made everything worse was he didn't understand why he felt so unworthy all of the sudden. They had been doing so well, recovering and spending as much time together as they could without making Wu separate them by force. (Apparently, the old master was worried they would cross a line, something that made Jay's face burn everytime he thought about it.)

He tensed when he felt Nya's hand slip into his own, as if they were created to link together the seamless way that they did. "Jay, what's wrong?"

Jay winced, barely lifting his head enough to catch the smallest glimpse of the frown on Nya's face. "I…"

What could he even say? That she should just dump him and be done with it? That he was clearly too much maintenance and not enough payoff to last? Did he say how badly he needed Nya to be alright, and how he was terrified that she didn't feel the same about him, even after her actions had disproven that over and over again?

Did he even dare to begin to explain the mountain of insecurities surrounding their relationship? That felt like too much to handle at one time, and how could he dump so many of his own worries onto her shoulders like that? It was wrong to do that to her, to lay his burden onto her like that.

Jay shrugged instead of actually answering, tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. He didn't have anything to say. Kai would have probably made a joke about it, Jay being quiet. "A miracle!" he'd say.

Nya's hand squeezed his own, a comforting gesture that Jay couldn't even start to process before she was speaking again. "Is it about us kissing?"

Jay jerked his head up, his curls flopping into his face from the force of the movement. He used his free hand to shove his hair out of his eyes, shaking his head quickly. "No! It's not that!"

Nya tilted her head, reaching out with her own free hand to help brush his unruly curls out of his face. "Then what is it? If you've got something on your mind, I'd love to hear it."

Jay blinked rapidly, hating that he felt like crying just from hearing her say that. What was wrong with him today? "N-nothing's on my mind, not really! I'm just… I dunno."

He swiped at his nose, cursing himself for crying. Now he just looked pathetic. Nya deserved someone who didn't randomly cry or fall into an anxious spiral that eventually led to an anxiety attack followed by even more crying and-

"Jay."

He snapped his attention back to Nya, finding her eyes. "Y-yeah?"

Nya ran a hand through his hair, her voice a whisper. "Breathe."

Jay did as he was told, slowly trying to copy her breathing before he gave up, focusing on calming his own lungs down before he tried to copy Nya's. How had he even started to breath so fast without him noticing? Jay shook his head as the world came back into focus bit by bit, embarrassed now that he could think again.

Jay had meant to hide his face against Nya's shoulder again, but found she had shifted their position while he had been trying to calm himself down. He was sitting in Nya's lap, facing her as she rocked them slowly back and forth, her arms secured around his back. Jay almost cried again, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders.

"I lied," he said. "I'm thinking about how wonderful you are and how I don't-"

His sentence was cut off by Nya's finger on his lips, her expression stern. "Don't say you don't deserve me, Jay Walker. Don't you dare."

Jay smiled instead, hoping to reassure her that he definitely wasn't about to say that. Nya didn't look convinced, which was all good too, considering she had been right, he had been about to say he didn't deserve her.

Nya sighed, pressing her forehead against his. "Jay, I- I really care about you, and I hate to think that you feel like I could do better than you."

She laughed as if that was silly, shaking her head slightly. She cupped his cheek, the corners of her eyes crinkling with happiness. "I can't do better than you. You're my forever guy, right? I'm your Yang, you gotta be my Yin."

Jay shrugged, a little smile tugging at his lips. "I guess."

"Now," Nya fixed him with a piercing stare, "what's up?"

Jay pursed his lips, then sighed, defeated. "I'm not… I'm not a guy-guy, you know? I'm not tall or buff or-or handsome. I'm just…" He wiggled his fingers. "Here."

Nya rolled her eyes. "Jay, are you- of course you're serious. Okay, I don't want to change anything about you. Nothing at all."

Jay sniffled when she pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and barely-there. "You're Jay. Yeah, you're not super tall-"

"I'm barely taller than you are! On a good day!"

"-and you aren't buff, which is kind of scary to even picture, actually."

Jay snickered at that. "What? No muscles for you to gawk at?"

Nya swatted at his arm. "You have enough muscle!"

Jay laughed as Nya continued, her own mirth starting to bleed into her words. "As for the handsome bit, yes you are. You're handsome and adorable and you're smiles? They're- they're good."

Jay guffawed, tumbling out of Nya's lap. "Good?!"

Nya fell victim to his laughter, hunching in on herself as she wheezed. "I'm trying."

"Try harder!"

Their peals of giggles eventually faded into the occasional chuckle. Jay smiled up at the ceiling before he propped himself up on his elbows, finding Nya's eyes again. "Thanks."

Nya waved her hand. "Anytime. You help me, I help you. That's how it is, and how it's gonna stay."

Jay made to sit up, stopping when Nya's hand pushed against his chest, keeping him still. "Uh," he muttered, heat rising to his cheeks again. "Nya?"

There was a wicked gleam in her eyes, a fire that made his stomach twist with excitement. "Now I'm going to prove that you are a good kisser."

Jay licked his lips nervously, his gaze darting to Nya's before he looked back at her eyes. "Oh?"

Nya nodded, moving to place her hands on either side of him, slotting herself between his legs. "Yup."

Jay swallowed. "W-well. I'm ready."

"I figured."

Nya's lips touched his again, and Jay was once again swept into her oceans, his lightning straining for the heavens, trying to get him back into the sky where he belonged before he got trapped in the relentless waves forever. Jay, however, didn't mind the idea of being lost to the sea.

So he kissed Nya back, relishing in the easy flow between them. It was wonderful, to kiss and be held and be loved without ever speaking. It was also wonderful to finally have a moment of peace to actually kiss without anyone watching them or teasing them for being mushy.

Jay happened to like being mushy, it was one of his favorite past times. He gasped against her lips again, reaching up for her, letting himself fall fully back onto the mattress, arms tight around Nya's back and shoulders. She laughed against his lips, shaking her head a little before she captured his lips again, everything else fading into the background.

Jay loved Nya, and that was all he would ever understand, all he would ever know. She completed him in ways he hadn't even known could be completed. It was like he had been blind to the missing pieces inside of him until she had taken his hand, linking them together forever. His mind might tell him they would never work, that everything would eventually fall apart.

Maybe it was right. Jay could stress about that later though, because Nya was kissing him and whispering that he was beautiful and honestly, what more could he ever need than that?

"Hey Jay, I- ohmygosh!"

Nya pulled back in shock, flopping backwards onto his bed. Jay shot a glare at the suddenly-closed door. Maybe he needed a lock that could stop Masters of Earth.

"I am so. Sorry."

Cole sounded so embarrassed that Jay laughed, covering his face with his hands as he cackled. Nya sat up, her own laughter joining Jay's as Cole kept apologizing through the door. Eventually, Jay sat up. "Cole, you can stop!"

"I- okay."

Nya snorted, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Jay's lips. "You should probably see what he was gonna say."

Jay hummed, turning to press his knees against Nya's, smiling at her. "I should, yeah."

Nya arched a brow when he made no move to go to the door. "Changed your mind?"

Jay kissed her again, pulling away after a few seconds. "Now I'll answer the door."

He left his bed, relishing in the snickering he could hear from his fianceè. Jay opened the door, finding Cole hiding his face in his hands. He could almost see the embarrassment on Cole's face from how he was standing. "You were saying?"

Cole peaked between his fingers. "Sorry, again. Um. I wanted to see if you wanted to try and fix the T.V.? You're good at it."

Jay almost snorted from how shy Cole was acting, the gentle giant looking downright small. "Sure. Be there in a sec."

Cole offered a shaky thumbs up before he darted down the hall, mumbling to himself the whole way. Jay snorted, closing his door again. "I am needed as the T.V. wizard."

Nya rolled her eyes, slipping off of his bed. "Can't keep that wairing, now can we?"

Jay caught her around the waist, stopping her from opening the door. "Or," he said, "we could kill a couple more minutes?"

Nya's smile was teasing. "Really?"

Jay nodded, a rush burning through his veins. It felt like lightning, crackling and begging to be freed. "Really."

She kissed him again, her hands tangling into his curls and Jay decided the T.V. could definitely wait.

#and the tv was never fixed lol #ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #jay walker #nya smith #nya jiang #that's a dope last name tbh #my fic #my fics recs #ninjago fanfiction #i love them #ninjago cole #cole hence #cole brookstone

[thereticx]

𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆

Levi Ackerman x Transgender Reader

Summary: It's been years since you figured it out. Living in a world where people are killed for such reasons, forced you to keep quiet about who you really are. Things don't look promising until you and Levi have a talk one night. After that, you're willing to take the risk to find yourself.

Warnings: Transgender topics, mention of abuse, tiny self harm scene, angst, judgmental people, mention of death.

a/n: it's the first time im writing this so sorry if I left anything out. this idea has been in my drafts for weeks and it was time to post it. all of you deserve love remember that:)

"What's wrong with you?" Levi's tired voice broke from all the corners of the chamber. He wasn't supposed to be free from work until later "Why'd you ask that?" Of course you would avoid answering. He was used to it by now.

Walking further into the room, he noticed your discharged clothes on the floor with drops of blood on them. His heart was alarmed instantly, you weren't assigned to a mission this morning,it couldn't be from that. Maybe a fight broke down, or maybe it was something else.

Levi embraced your body as tight as he could, his lips coming to kiss the shell of your ear "Tell me what happened,love" You smiled hearing that nickname. Considering his backgrounds, Levi wasn't the one to use affectionate nicknames for you. Not on a daily basis.

"I'm not sure if–" Words were caught in your throat, your eyes started burning "Just tell me…please" Kissing the nape of your neck, he intertwined his fingers with yours and led you to the mattress.

For a moment, silence was kept between the two of you. Even if Levi was dying to know what could possibly upset his lover "I d–don't feel like myself" Your boyfriend was taken aback hearing the sentence leave you lips. What do you mean by that?

"This isn't who I was born to be. I'm not a w–woman" Tears covered your face and your body started to shake. Since childhood you didn't feel good in your skin. Pretending wasn't working, although you tried for a good amount of time.

When you tried to confess to your parents about that, you were threatened, beaten up even. All this because you craved attention. You remember your mother's yelles about how much of an attention seeker you were. You remember how your own father beat you up for daring to ask about boy clothes. In their eyes you were disgusting. No, in world's eyes people like you are disgusting.

They don't understand that the cover doesn't always match the soul. Upon having the same reaction, you gave up the thought of being yourself in public. It got worse, you even hid from Levi Ackerman. The man you cared about the most.

Were you embarrassed of yourself that much? Possibly. Nothing much could be done anyway. You were a lost cause.

Deep into your story, you didn't acknowledge Levi's body behind you. He placed kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulder, patiently waiting for you to finish "So what now? You break things off? Is that it?" You wanted to act tough, but you couldn't fool Levi. He was just that good.

"Nonsense love. Why would I wanna leave you at such times?" He whispered caressing your face gently, wiping the tears from your skin "I would love you either way. For me, it doesn't matter what gender you are. I would fall in love with you again. Don't doubt that"

Titling your face to the side, Levi placed his lips on yours. You could taste the sweet aroma of the tea he previously drank. His lips were cold against yours, but delicate.

Hours could pass and he wouldn't care. Every duty, every expedition won't mean anything for him. Not more than you. Because this judgmental world needs pure souls like yours. This world needs to be reminded that the most hated person's are the ones most fearless. With death around every corner there are people like you to save the ones that mistreated you.

This life is full of risks and you decided that it's time to take yours.

#fanfic #x reader #anime #snk #aot #attack on titan #angst #levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot angst #trans rights

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Isla's Christening.

Mackron Fanfic.

It was the day of Isla's Christening. "Its all about you today baby girl" said Mack who was feeling emotional that it was his daughter's Christening Day.

"You look beautiful Lucy" said Mack as Lucy came downstairs. "And you're wearing those heart stud earings I bought you"

"Our baby really is beautiful isn't she Mackenzie?" said Lucy putting her arms round Mack.

"She certainly is" said Mack getting Isla's Christening dress ready. And I've put her silver bracelet on her that Aaron bought"

"Mack I love you" said Lucy "We did something right didn't we and Isla is the living proof"

Mack nodded in agreement "I'm wrapping her in the shawl I knitted her" Mack said proudly.

"It's gorgeous" said Lucy "By the way everything went well at my post natal examination so maybe you could sleep with me tonight"

"Yes ok" Mack replied.

"You dont sound very keen" said Lucy.

"I am Lucy" Mack replied.....

**********

"Well Miss Isla Olivia Anne Dingle Boyd let's get you to your Christening party" said Mack as they came out of the church. "You did really well Lucy holding Isla throughout the ceremony"

"I was determined to " Lucy smiled admiring the Christening cake.

"You've done a great job with the Christening cake Brenda. I can't thank you enough" said Mack who was proudly holding Isla and taking her round to meet all the guests.

"Let me hold her dad" said Lawrence.

"My granddaughter's a proper little beauty and so fitting that your family and yourself are wearing kilts" said Lucy's dad "I thought I would be the only one"

"Well it's good that Mackenzie has manned up at last about Chloe" said Charity as she handed Lucy a glass of bubbly.

"What is she talking about Mack" asked Lucy.

"She's messing" said Mack who was shaking so much he dropped his glass of champagne"

"Give that baby here before you drop her" said Bear who had heard what Charity had told Lucy as Mack started to tremble uncontrollably.

"You utter bitch" yelled Aaron following Charity into the back room. "I could break your neck"

"Hey that's no way to treat a lady" said Caleb who followed Aaron round the back.

"What the fuck has it got to do with you" snarled Aaron "You shouldn't even be here"

"Chas invited me" Caleb answered with a twisted smile on his face. "Your boyfriend seems to put himself around a bit. Two kids in less than a year to two different women"

"You fucker" yelled Aaron lunging at Caleb.

"What the hell is going on here" said Cain who came round the back room after Bob had told him it was kicking off. "You can get lost before I finish the promise I made to you" he said grabbing Caleb aggressively.

"How dare you kick Caleb out" said Chas as Cain came back into the bar. "He's my guest"

"Well if it wasn't for the fact that he's your brother you'd be dropping your knickers for him" said Cain between gritted teeth.

"You disgust me" Chas snapped.

"It's a pity slimey Al didn't disgust you" Cain quipped.

"It's a good job the guests have gone down to Macks Ice Cream Parlour for afters and can't see world war three has broken out in here" said Bear.

"Where were you Cain?" Moira asked her husband as he came down to the bar.

"Sorting that loser out" said Cain "That sad bastard that thinks he's my brother"

"Can't we ever have a family do without it kicking off" said Moira. "Don't know what Lucys parents are thinking of us"

"Same as me I expect" said Kim jokingly "But I must say Mack knows how to throw a party"

"Why is Lucy crying Aaron" Nate said as he came out of the toilets. "She's over there in the corner on her own breaking her heart"

"What's wrong Lucy" said Aaron "I'm sorry for kicking off"

"No Aaron it's not you" Lucy answered putting her arms round him "Chloe is pregnant by Mack isn't she" she sobbed. "Charity told me and that's why you threatened her. She's ruined my baby's Christening day"

"Absolutely not" said Aaron "Dont let Charity see you cry. She'll be delighted if she thinks she has split you two up so we go back in there and show her she hasn't won"

"I wish I had your confidence Aaron" said Lucy. "What will Lawrence think if he finds out his dad has slept with Chloe"

"I've told you Lucy it's not true" said Aaron. "Come on dry your tears and don't let Mack see you crying"

29.01.23.

#mackenzie boyd #aaron dingle #emmerdale #mackron fanfic

[lingerxng]

rhys was starting to hate the rain.

they'd been traveling in it for days. his mood wasn't the brightest in the best of times, as they all knew, but now?

it had been over a month since they'd heard anything about gwen. they were chasing ghosts, and rhys wasn't confident that wasn't literal at this point. rhys was... well, he wasn't exactly good at cataloguing his feelings. angry, yes. resentful. frustrated. and yes, each of those were entirely separate and unique feelings, thank you.

what he couldn't trace was the thread of anxiety that curled into his stomach.

mai tried to blow hair out of their face, but it stayed where it was, plastered to their forehead. "at least we're out of the woods?" they said, aiming for cheerful.

rhys continued staring out into the rain, arms crossed over his chest.

the former bird sighed. '"i'm... gonna see if there are any rooms," they said finally, ducking out from the overhang the party had tucked into in an attempt to salvagw what little dry clothing they had.

(it didn't work. they had been walking in nigh-constant rain for at least two days. rhys was considering moving to a desert.)

that left rhys and kieran in their place, watching the downpour and the few people that dared to brave it. rhys felt a bump to his shoulder as the taller man leaned in. "you okay?" kieran asked. rhys could feel his eyes on him, could practically see the barely hidden concern there.

rhys didn't answer.

kieran was used to that. "the inn might have a bath," he said, looking back across the road. "get us some dry clothes, mayb--"

"why are you here?"

the paladin was, for once, taken by surprise. "what?"

"why are you here?" rhys was enunciating purposely now, though he still didn't look up at the other. blue eyes, sharp and icy, were focused somewhere in the middle distance. he gripped each arm with an effort to control himself. "i don't understand it. why you haven't left. this isn't fun anymore. this wasn't very fun in the first place. there's no reason for you to be here."

kieran was amused. rhys could hear it when he spoke. "are you suggesting that you're normally fun?"

"kieran."

the man sighed. "i don't know what answer you're looking for. i'm here because i want to be."

"i find that hard to believe."

"why?"

"because i'm--" his lips pressed shut and rhys took a long, careful breath. "because i am not a person that people follow. not a person that people want to help." his eyes cut over to kieran, still narrowed. "it's been two months. you know the kind of person i am by now."

kieran's eyes, in contrast to his own, were soft. maybe a little sad, though it was hard to tell. "i do."

"so why are you still here?"

he sighed a little, leaning one shoulder against a post of the overhang. "i can't give you an answer that will satisfy you," he said after a moment. "honestly, i don't even think you'll believe it, but this is the truth: you're important to me. even when you're being a twat."

"that's b--"

kieran cut him off. "rhys, you know how i was raised. do you honestly think i'd follow you if i thought you were as bad as you thought you were?"

rhys didn't have a response to that. somehow, kieran continued to trip him up.

the other continued to look at rhys with a softness unfamiliar to the witch. "you have a hard time trusting people, and i respect that. i'm not really asking you to trust me. think of it like... me asking you to believe that i know what i'm doing."

rhys' nose wrinkled. "i'm not exactly sure how that's different."

kieran chuckled. "alright, then. i guess you'll have to trust me."

"hey, assholes," came a call from across the road. two heads snapped around to look at mai, standing in the doorway of the inn. "are you done having whatever moment you need to have? i wanna take a nap!"

rhys flipped them off, earning a middle finger in return.

in his other hand, he felt calloused fingers carefully lacing into his. "come on," he said, gently tugging rhys into the rain. "a bed and a fire would do us all some good."

rhys followed, leaving the thread of anxiety tied under the overhang.

#rhysran #i can't remember if i've writtem this exact moment before #or if it was just in that rp clark and i did #but #jazz hands #i think a lot about Rotten Work #my writing

[opinated-user]

Heres some LO gossip. It was in one of her livestreams back in the day, like maybe 2018 or 2019, so its been deleted as all of them are, so take my word for it, but the discussion revolved issues around final fantasy, and I commented about how i found a specific character design to be racist. LO told me to cease the discussion altogether, and I guess I didnt answer in time, because then everyone in the chat hounded me for daring to voice this opinion and Lily said nothing while it happened. I, a black woman, was ridiculed in her chat for saying a character design was racist, and she sat back and did not care. I was called stupid and overdramatic and to shut up because it was bothering LO (my opinion was in one message). I stopped joining the streams after that - i used to be quite the regular. LO would add in things to her script directly taken from my chat messages, quite a few I can recall in the disney roundup series. Tarzan, Lilo and Stich, and Hunchback. I would also correct her a lot on very simple facts, like a certain show belonging to a specific network, or what animators worked on which films. She'd swiftly delete my replies correcting her after editing her scripts/posts. Once I asked her twice, maybe three times, why she claimed Treasure Planet failed financially due to bad writing in one review, but then praised Treasure Planet for its amazing writing in a later review, and she ignored me. I suspect its because its a blatant example of her showing her dumb ass. From these interactions, I realized how disingenious LO is when it concerns racism, how ignorant she is, how unoriginal she is, how little care she puts into research for her work and how cult-like her following is and how much she loves that, she cultivated it. As LO would say, she's a fake and a grifter.

anon, i can't testify about everything else but i vaguely remember someone doing a comment like that during one of the streams. was it a character from kingdom hearts by any chance? if it was then i was there too and it surprised the ease she had to just ignore it after creating so many videos about how everyone else should do their best to learn to be better allie. at the time i still wasn't totally convinced about the extent of LO's actual indifference towards other people and their issues so somehow i kept giving her chances to prove everyone else wrong. that was one of those moments in which she didn't. i don't find hard at all to believe you on everything else because she has done the same thing to other people. on her video about SU (you know the one) a black non binary person that LO quoted on her video called her out on her enbyphobic attitudes. did LO ever adressed that, apoligized or tried to do it better? no. and now the exact same mistake she did back then (that non binary people are "inherently interesting") is the exact same one that she does with black people (that hunter would be "inherently more interesting" if he were black). she never learns anything, she just changes the how she's wrong about things. since that video multiple have called her out for many mistakes on that video and she dismissed them all as reactionaries, even when they were the most polite and respectful anyone could ever be when pointing out a mistake.

i'm sorry that you were treated like that, anon. you didn't deserve to be ignored like that by anyone, but especially not someone that had you convinced that they cared.

#lily orchard

[bllsbailey]

Hilarious: Climate Activist Humiliated by Sen. Kennedy Reveals What Dems Said to Him Afterward

We've seen Sen. John Kennedy (R-LA) take apart Democratic witnesses appearing before the Senate in the past.

But the humiliation he served up to Olympic skier Gus Schumacher last week was something else. I'm not sure why the Democrats put him forward as an "expert."  But he had trouble answering even basic questions about what he was supposed to be talking about, which was climate change. This was true gold from Kennedy. 

Kennedy was unfailingly polite and just asked him some simple questions about carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. He also just reminded him of some of the things he'd posted in the past on social media on such topics as "defund the police'" that Schumacher said he wasn't able to remember. 

It was a great example of the vacuousness of many of the Democratic witnesses. It appeared that they threw him up there just because he was a skier and looked nice, and they had no idea if he knew anything or if he could answer questions. It said so much about the Democrats. 

READ: WATCH: In Which Sen. John Kennedy Expertly Destroys the Credibility of Woke Climate 'Expert' Witness

Schumacher now says that the Democrat who invited him there, Rep. Sheldon Whitehouse (D-RI), apologized for Kennedy.

In one excruciating exchange Kennedy corrected his asserting that Carbon Dioxide is a 'huge part of our atmosphere', pointing out that it accounts for 0.04 percent, but the skier told Dailymail.com that Whitehouse was 'pretty cheerful' afterwards. 'He apologized for Senator Kennedy and mentioned that it's not the first time he's done that aggressive line of questioning that's not entirely related,' Schumacher added. 'I don't think anyone from my team was expecting that approach, he did a good job of making these questions really silly.'

"Aggressive line of questioning." How dare Kennedy ask him about what he's supposed to be talking about? 

The kid should have just taken the "L." Struggling to defend the stupid just makes him look sillier. 

But he just kept digging that hole. 

'I was definitely a little bit flustered,' Schumacher told Dailymail.com afterwards. 'That spoke to my inability to answer questions on CO2, but I wasn't too red in the face.' [....] 'At first I was nervous,' Schumacher explained afterwards, 'I was just trying to diffuse it and then I was just, look, this is silly it's a distraction. 'On reflection I retweeted these things during the time around George Floyd's killing and the unrest and that high emotion around that time, it was especially a show of support for the black community. 'I don't know, maybe the police shouldn't be abolished.'

Oh. 

Gee, ya think? 

But then he praised himself for how he handled it, saying pushing for "systemic change" was "the right thing to do."  

'A lot of the people I know and care about have been encouraging about how I handled it, not being super flustered and keeping cool was something they appreciated,' he added.

Well, what are they going to tell him? "Sorry, my dude, but you just got embarrassed yourself because you know nothing and Democrats have no sense? Yeah, but your hair looked nice in the process."

[murdocno]

I'll try to post this fanfiction here. Perhaps later I will figure out where it is better to place it if this site is not suitable for this.

Description: Twenty-five-year-old crime boss Murdoc Niccals meets with seventeen-year-old Stuart Pot, who is in school, and they are waiting for Stuart to come of age, because even crime bosses have principles.

Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - [2D, Murdoc N.] By MrBlueCake.

Song: “That’s my boy is driving on the freeway along the night roads. I danced with him on the dance floor, but you’ll continue to be lonely”

Additional request: if you were interested, but you noticed a mistake or would like help with spelling, please write to the author

1. Five-minute date

Stuart Pot was descending the school's wide porch when he noticed the silhouette of a familiar car. Having straightened his slipped backpack, he jumped off the last step and, not paying attention to the crowd of other mad schoolchildren, quickly walked towards the pedestrian crossing.

Crossing the road, Stuart ran to the car, opened the door with his usual movement, fell on the seat, and carefully closed the door back.

Twenty-five-year-old Murdoch Niccals, sitting behind the wheel of his car, phlegmatically chewed gum, watching Stewart sit down next to him. When Stuart sat down, Murdock handed him a pack of gum, and Stuart took one for himself. Removing the wrapper, he tossed the gum into his mouth.

“Thank you,” he said, rummaging through the pockets of his backpack and munching softly.

Murdoc started the engine. He wanted to leave the school building, it annoyed him a little.

“How are you at school?”, he asked, because he always asked something like that and was inwardly ready to listen to a long confused story about the school cafeteria and absenteeism.

"You know," Stuart said, not really wanting to talk about school. - Nothing interesting. Two morons tried to take away my textbook.

Murdoc looked at Stuart.

“Should I figure it out?”

“No,” Stuart shook his head. - They have already washed themselves in blood.

“What does it mean?”, Murdoc asked.

“One of them smashed his nose against the wall for some reason,” Stu said. - I don’t know why. I wasn't even around.

Murdoc chuckled.

“Where are we going?”, Stuart asked.

“Babe… I’ll just drop you home today.”

"Oh," said Stuart, frustrated. - I missed you so much!

“I know,” said Murdoc. - But I have things to do.

“What things?”

“Something. Something needs to be done.”

“Something important?”

“If it wasn't so, I’d send it to hell and stay with you for the whole evening, babe," said Murdoc. - You know.

Stuart nodded meekly.

“Something dangerous?”

“Well, it’s like looking at it,” Murdoc remarked. - I think yes. But don't worry, It’s ok.

Murdoc looked at Stuart and winked at him. Stu smiled sheepishly and looked down the road.

“I'm not worried,” he said, running his hand over the panel on the car door. - Sometimes maybe…

“Whatever it is, I'll get back to you,” Murdoc added.

Stuart reached out and tightened his grip on the backpack.

“I wish I were eighteen,” he said.

“What then?” Murdoc asked, although he knew perfectly well what this conversation was about.

“We could do it then… We could… Finally…” He stared at the dashboard and rubbed his nose with his fingers.

Murdoc silently smiled, knitted his eyebrows and didn't answer.

"Will you come with me tomorrow?" he asked after a short pause.

“Yes,” Stuart said.

“OK, deal,” Murdoc muttered.

He looked at Stuart and held his gaze a little longer than before.

"You're crazy handsome," he said.

Stuart flushed, staring back at him..

“I…” he began, but didn't finish, and only sighed contentedly.

“You, you,” Murdoc confirmed. - My babe.

Stuart began to look out the window, thinking about where Murdoch could call him tomorrow, because he would not dare to ask, but he was very interested. Maybe to the cinema or to the park.

Or to some cool guys from his gang, with whom Murdoc didn't introduce him, but whom Stuart sometimes saw from the window, when Niccals left him in the car for a couple of minutes to quickly resolve some issues.

While Stuart quietly dreamed, the car drove up to his house.

“I guess mom can see us from here…” Stuart muttered cautiously, looking around.

“This is problem?” Niccals asked.

“No,” Stuart said. “Fuck it,” he blurted out, trying to speak confidently. -It is necessary for her, let her look.

“Then…” Murdoc coughed. “Come here, I'll say something.” He beckoned Stuart with his fingers.

Stuart leaned gently in his direction.

“Give me your gum,” Murdoc asked, holding out his hand.

Stuart opened his mouth and Murdoc took the gum straight from his tongue, tossing it into an empty, crumpled glass in the back seat from some past dinner.

“Come to me,” Murdoc said, grabbing Stuart by the chin and tilting him toward him.

He kissed Stuart, making him flinch. Stuart relaxed almost immediately. He let Murdoc slide his tongue into his mouth and grabbed his shoulder, kissing back and exhaling sweetly. After a couple of seconds, Murdoc pulled back. He ran his fingernail down Stuart's cheekbone, lightly scratching his skin.

“See you tomorrow,” he said.

Stuart blinked in agreement, looking at Murdoc like a hypnotized rabbit looking at the snake. Niccals moved into his chair and Stuart knew it was time for him to get out of the car.

“Yes,” Stuart said, grabbing his backpack, opening the door and crawling out.

He was about to close the door when he heard Murdoc call out to him:

“Hey!”

“Yep?” Stuart bent down to peer into the car.

“Love you, babe,” Murdoc grinned.

Stuart froze for a moment with happiness, but found the strength to calm down and replied:

“I love you too,” he said. “Very much. Bye,” and he closed the car door.

He walked along the path, while Murdoc went about his important business. Stuart glanced over his shoulder, made sure Niccals had left, and with a peaceful sigh, headed toward the house.

After muttering a greeting to his parents, Stuart didn’t dine and went to his room. Putting on headphones and turning on the music louder, he lay down on the bed and, closing his eyes, began to remember the short trip from school and dream up a cool tomorrow in the company of his boyfriend Murdoc.

[fueledbyapplepi]

Twenty Steps Backward, One Step Forward | Shinichiro Sano

-Twenty times you rejected Shinichiro, and one time you didn't.

warnings: none

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: When I found out that he got rejected 20 times, I know that I need to write something about it. Although I'm not really sure if writing this at 1 A.M while listening to Lorde then Frank Ocean was a good idea (｡•́︿•̀｡)

If there's one thing you want to tell your younger self, it's telling them to take risks and say "yes".

But time travel doesn't exist. Well, maybe it does, but not in your realm anyway. And every decision you've made in the past made you who you are now. There can't be any room for regret.

You looked at Shinichiro. Your eyes wrinkling from how wide your smile is.

"Shinichiro-san, do you remember the first time you confessed to me?" You laughed, remembering the memory.

-

Your mother always taught you to stay away from bad boys for they are only trouble knocking on your door. And that's what exactly you're doing.

You know Shinichiro Sano as an owner of S.S Motors, where you're a usual customer. You must say, the man's great at getting the job done.

It's not like you're a member of a gang or a professional biker. It's just that you enjoy taking rides on your motorcycle that your mother gave you. But being on the streets every once in a while made you familiar with the man.

Other than being an owner of the bike shop, you know Shinichiro as the leader of the Black Dragons. One famous gang around Tokyo at that time.

While for Shinichiro, you're not just another customer. The moment you first stepped into his shop, you already captivated him. So when you asked him to customize a few parts for your bike, he decided to take it slowly. Just so you'll come by and check on more often.

He didn't dare to ask you out at first. Well, because he wanted to test the waters first and he didn't want to scare you away. So it took about three visits from you when he had the guts.

"Y/N-san, you're beautiful and kind. Honestly, I would love to take you out on a date some time" Shinichiro smiled at you while scratching his head. Honestly, he isn't expecting an answer right away.

"Shinichiro-san, don't get the wrong idea. I'm only here as your customer. Nothing else." You smiled kindly at him. You'll be lying if you say that Shinichiro isn't attractive. But then again, you want to stay away from trouble as much as possible.

-

You bit your lip as you reminisce the first time he asked you out. If you just knew that you'll end up being with the man, you would've said yes.

Your hand grazed over Shinichiro. "I remember it all too dam well in my heart."

-

There are two things that Shinichiro is bad at fighting and giving up.

It has been a week since your motorcycle has been fully customized by Shinichiro himself. And you can't help but be impressed every time. From the polished and flawless paint job to the customized seat, you got to give it to the Shinichiro.

The only thing you can't give to him is your "yes" to the date he's been asking for. As much as it is tempting, you knew that he'll only break your heart.

15 or 19? You've honestly lost count on how many times you rejected him. He kept pestering you even though you're not his customer anymore.

From a bouquet, a box of chocolates, and waiting for you after your work, Shinichiro kept on asking you for a date.

He even attempted to ask you out over a cheesy pick-up line.

"Hey Y/N, you look like someone I know."

"And who might be that?"

"My future s/o."

Well, who is he to give up though? He became a leader of Black Dragons for his determination. And he's not backing down on you.

Although, he would sometimes feel like a fool from the rejections he got from you. Is there something missing from him? You never said he isn't your type, so what could be wrong?

He could only take several rejections from you. So maybe 21st times the charm? Maybe this time, he'll be able to pursue you.

After work, you once again saw Shinichiro leaning on his bike waiting for you

"Shinichiro, I already told you-"

"Y/N," Shinichiro walked over to you and held your hand in between his. "Just one date. If you don't like it, I'll never bother you again. I swear."

The heart wants what it wants. Maybe Shinichiro is trouble, maybe not. One date wouldn't hurt, won't it?

And that was one of the happiest days of Shinichiro. While it was a day of experience for you. Something that'll be treasured in your heart forever.

It wasn't anything special. You and Shinichiro only rode around Tokyo that night. Enjoying the breeze, night lights, and your youth.

But one thing you won't forget that night is how you two danced under a lamp post. Particularly, the one in front of your house.

"Well, I wasn't able to get a date at my prom and you weren't able to attend yours. So, care to share a lovely dance, Y/N?"

-

It felt like a dream. A long-lived one. What you thought was trouble knocking on your heart was an angel in disguise.

Everything all seemed like it just happened yesterday.

That one "yes" you answered to Shinichiro is something that you'll never regret. But maybe, if you would've said yes to him sooner, you might have had more chances to spend time with him.

Maybe you would've built a family sooner. One thing that you and Shinichiro have dreamt.

You feel your heart clench at the memory. "I'm sorry, Shinichiro," your cheeks felt wet from the continuous tears falling from your eyes. "I couldn't do anything."

It's been years since Shinichiro left you. But time still won't fly around you.

You took a deep breath and leaned your forehead against the cold marble of his grave. Trying to feel some possible warmth from him.

All you could do is remember the twenty times you rejected Shinichiro and the one time that changed your life.

His absence forever leaving a void in your heart.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro x you #shinichiro imagines #mikey sano #draken #keisuke baji #chifuyu matsuno #takashi mitsuya #hakkai shiba #haitani brothers #sanzu #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst

[julemmaes]

Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

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