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#if someone tells me something nice my immediate reaction is that they are making fun of me
esterzach · 5 months
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The price of the small pleasures
Alanna's character feels like a needed contrast that helps shape the perception of Moiraine's character. There is this whole episode where it's all about family and home. Alanna comes back home with a huge family, the kids are having fun, laughing, and playing with her Warders, it's warm, sunny, and cozy, a beautiful nature around, with lots of food as usual. Alanna is open, speaking with everyone, and making jokes. Life is good and people seem happy. Alanna is never alone and it looks like she is often home, where she is accepted and loved. And then there is Moiraine. Oh, boy... It's almost hilarious if it wasn't so fucking depressing.
This one comes back to her huge house, dark and gloomy even during the day, and revisits her memories, but it doesn't seem happy. It looks like a museum of someone long dead. Her things are covered, someone is keeping her room, all her things, but she is never home. She barely says two words to her sister and immediately they have a fight. And I get it - Moiraine is not exactly pleasant in her behaviour, even though she has her reasons. But she refuses tea. TEA! Alanna is cooking, having full meals, and enjoying life, and Moiraine refuses even that small pleasure. And tea is one of the few things Moiraine loves. It's almost as if she deprives herself of every pleasure. And it's not like she can't spend 20 minutes with her sister and say at least a few nice words.
Moiraine doesn't eat. They make a point with that one. We never see her eat. Lan eats, Nynaeve eats, Alanna( almost all the time - she is green, after all), her warders, Lan, Thomas, Verin, and Adeleas is all about LET ME enjoy my meal and wine ( half of the time she is completely out and doesn't know what happens around her and the rest of the time she is horny (now that is not exactly true, but that is for later). Perin even eats. Egwene drinks with Elayne. Everyone at some point is shown to eat. Never Moiraine.
Food is not just necessary for survival. Food is also a pleasure. It should be a pleasure if done correctly. Meals also mean connection with other people. If and when Moiraine ever eats, she eats alone. She refuses to join the others in Verin's house, her sister, and she refuses the sandwiches of her nephew. They make yet another point of showing how isolated she is, even from people, who genuinely care about her.
The first time her sister is actually nice to her, her first reaction is to get defensive and snarky and, after a couple more words, Moiraine literally crumbles and starts to cry. This is the first time in months, after The Eye she shows emotion in front of someone. And it's almost forced, she is exhausted, and hasn't slept in... a while and someone basically reads her and finds exactly her weakness and confronts her about it. That is just for a moment and she composes herself immediately. Seconds later she gets help and she shows emotion again. It sort of seems like showing vulnerability and weakness, and asking for help is something that she has no right to do, or... I don't know.
The one time we saw her doing some for her own pleasure was Tar Valon. The tea and the spa. And Siuan. And this was it. Now it sort of feels like she is avoiding that on purpose. Either she thinks she doesn't deserve it or thinks that this is a distraction.
Her baths in Verin's house are more self-punishment than pleasure. She doesn't have to carry water alone, but she does it anyway. And something tells me that this well is probably not the only one around that house. Both women are Aes Sedai, which means they can use The One Power for ... a lot of things. They have a garden and a bunch of flowers in the house, that look pretty fresh and green for the Mediterranean climate, considering the grass around is dry. Usually, every house has a well or some source of water close by. Yet, milady goes to a well, that is so far from the house, that is practically useless. Good luck bringing enough water from there for all the needs in this house, but anyway. Even with nothing to carry, in this heat, a walk like that is, to put it mildly very unpleasant. With something that heavy to carry up that hill... I don't know.
The other thing is - small pleasures are distractions. The only time she actually sits in the company of the others in S2 is when they are on their way to Tar Valon. And that is because she doesn't have a choice. And something happens there, that I think she thinks is a mistake. A moment of distraction, a small weakness, that threatens to ruin her plan. She is having a conversation. That scene is brilliant! Subtle, well-written, and perfect and I watched it like probably 30 times so far but I was focused on the wrong thing. The night when Lan and Moiraine travel to Tar Valon, everyone is around the campfire. Moiraine is again standing at a distance, isolated from everyone else until Verin goes to her, reveals what she knows and basically tells her "You know what I am not promising anything, you just have to trust me." They cut to other things and when are back again Moiraine folds and decides to sit with them. What could go wrong? Adeleas is drunk again, floating on a pink cloud, imagining romantic stories, speaking of sex life, and trying to make Lan talk. She asks how Lan and Moiraine met. What follows in uncomfortable silence! None of them speaks, Lan seems uneasy, and Moiraine glares annoyed. She continues to avoid his eyes. Verin tries to help, by saying that it's late and they have to go to bed. Adeleas ignores her, in her drunken haze and blabbing some imagined overly sexualized story, which gets on Moiraine's nerves. She quickly interrupts Adeleas's idiotic monologue with the true story of their first meeting. Whether it is because she is already annoyed with Adeleas' behaviour toward Lan, or wants to save him from an uncomfortable moment, is irrelevant. Lan is surprised. Moiraine speaks! But what was meant to be just a way to make Adeleas shut up, turns into a sweet moment. Because this memory is precious for both of them. Lan smiles and joins the explanation, they look at each other, and she smiles too throughout the whole time she tells the story. It turns into a banter between two very close people. Bond, no Bond, at this moment it doesn't matter - they are in synch again. This is beyond sweet. They joke! hell, Moiraine jokes! This is what they look like. This is them. For one very small moment. Everyone laughs. And then, all of a sudden, with a serious voice, a laser-sharp focus, and a very sober-looking expression, Adeleas says her great line. "And that's when you knew. Any old Warder can save you from Trollocks, that right one can save you from yourself." Adeleas wasn't drunk at all. You can pretend to be drunk when you are sober, you can't act sober when you are drunk. It was a setup for Moiraine, to open up, to speak, and she knew exactly how to make her drop her defenses and finally speak to him. An attempt to make her get close to Lan again maybe? Lan was happy for sure. Moiraine though... is on the verge of tears.
She knows what her goal is with him. She knows what the plan is and that little moment was a failure. The small pleasure of this moment would probably cost her. In order for her plan to work, she has to be awful to Lan. One small distraction, and she falls back into her normal self. A tiny moment of happiness, a shared memory, and the old, cold, and sour Aes Sedai is a normal woman with feelings. The danger - Lan sees through her and never wants to leave her side which eventually will lead to his death. That's how much a moment of weakness might cost.
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pictureinme · 6 months
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Can we get Robert Fischer obsessed with a cam girl?
thank u so much for this idea omg ... i had so much fun w this !! also u have the honor of being my first fischer fic LOL
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robert fischer x camgirl!reader word count: 1.2k tags: male masturbation, sex toys (vibrator), overstimulation, camming
(ao3)
Robert lets out a groan as he watches you through his monitor. You had just started streaming, still completely clothed, but he couldn’t resist how you teased at your hardening nipples through your top. Scantily clad, of course, you never were the type to dress modestly for these shows.
He had been watching you for about a month now, turning notifications on almost immediately. The way you would fit all these toys inside yourself with almost no difficulty, and yet still sound so authentic– Robert could be falling in love at this point. Don’t even get him started on your angelic face, he has never seen someone quite like you. If he had, he would’ve been married a long time ago.
“So many people already… and even some new faces!” You grin and begin to hike your pathetic excuse for a skirt up your thighs, revealing the tiniest of panties. “Of course, my favorite supporter is here too. Hi, fischbait!”
“Fuck…” Robert covers his mouth with his hand as his length twitches at you simply uttering his screen name. He knew it was unavoidable that you would notice him– every stream he would send you a minimum of 500 bucks. It didn’t matter if you did anal or anything out of the ordinary, Robert just loved seeing that look in your eyes when you hear that telltale notification sound.
Sometimes he would send messages along with the donations, telling you to buy a specific kind of toy or outfit. Most often, though, he was a silent supporter.
“I think you’re really gonna like what I have in store, you guys,” Robert watches as you move your panties to the side, revealing a vibrator already inside of you, “Whoever gives the biggest donation gets to control this little thing. How cute is that?”
He scrambles closer to his desk, making sure he heard that right. Messages flood in the chatbox:
come on, we all know who’s gonna control it
Just want to see you happy, pretty girl :)
do we even have a chance against that rich fuck lol
even if i control it for just one second, ill be so happy
Yeah, Robert heard you loud and clear. He knows no one will even come close to the amount he could donate, but he decided to keep it lower than what his dirty mind wanted. He watches as the donations pour in rapidly, only reaching a measly 300. Didn’t they realize you deserve so much more?
“Jesus, I always gotta step up to the plate, don’t I?” He chuckles to himself as he sends in his amount of cash, waiting for your reaction.
You’re already moaning halfheartedly due to the other donators’ actions, but your eyes widen in what seems like genuine shock when you see a notification you have never seen before:
fischbait donated 1,000 bucks!
“Holy fuck, thank you, f– ah!”
As soon as the control prompt showed up on his screen, Robert couldn’t resist making the vibe go to the highest setting, even if it was for just half a second. He bit his lip as he watched you recover from the sudden stimulation, your breathing ragged.
“Oh, thank you so much, fischbait,” you smile widely, opening your legs even further, “Treat me nicely, okay? Or don’t…”
Robert’s hand drops from his mouth to palm at his hardness. He wanted you to pay attention to him only, and he was finally gonna have that. He moves the vibrator’s settings to something more realistic and watches as you begin to grab at your chest.
“Feels so good, fuck," you pull down your top, revealing your tits to Robert– well, everyone, but he didn't want to think about that right now. "You're so good to me…"
"Yeah, just like that, (Y/N)," he takes his cock out from his increasingly uncomfortable slacks, quickly fisting it. "Show me your pretty tits, yeah…"
Robert waits for you to get comfortable with the speed he set, just to move it up by one. Your thighs tremble slightly, he could tell you were holding back. He sees you getting even wetter around the toy, glistening in the soft light of your room– it could be a studio, for all he knows. Robert's donations could certainly fund that. He acts like that idea didn't send a jolt through his body.
"Fuck, fuck," your head rolls back slightly, revealing your damp chest even further, "I think I'm gonna come already. God, don't stop!"
He couldn't care less that he was in his office and that his godforsaken secretary could walk in with some useless papers for him to sign at any given moment– he needed to make you come over and over again. Robert’s tip was leaking profusely, but his grip stopped him from doing anything prematurely. Maybe he wanted to be caught with his dick in his hand, what could anyone do about it?
Robert ups the setting again and watches you convulse around the tiny thing inside you. Uncontrollable moans and whimpers come out of his speakers at an embarrassing volume, but he’s only focused on keeping his pumps in time with your trembling. You babble nonsense as he brings the vibrations down somewhat, but not turning it off.
“Please, please, please… it’s so much!”
With his unoccupied hand, Robert quickly types into the chatbox:
Beg for me to stop if you want it so bad.
Your eyes glance at your own monitor, and you bite your lip before you respond, “Please, fischbait, don’t… don’t stop. Make me come again, okay? I want it so bad it hurts, please– fuck!”
He turns it to a pulsing setting, and you collapse back onto your plush duvet. Robert fists his length as you shake, the two of you practically moaning in sync. The wet sounds he was creating echo in his office as he chases his release, trying his best to time it with yours.
“I’m coming, God, I’m coming, please!”
Robert comes with a loud groan just as soon as you do, his release spilling all over his pristine desk. He continues to pump himself as you come down from your high, almost overstimulating himself to the point of incoherence.
You rise slowly from your bed, giggling tiredly, “Jesus fuck, thank you all so much for your… generous donations. I think I’m all tuckered out!”
He calmed his breathing only to hear your fucked out voice– which had him already preparing for another hard-on. “God, (Y/N)...”
“I’m gonna head out for the night,” you got closer to the camera, winking, “See you all next week, yeah?”
The camera clicks off, and he leans back in his chair, exhausted. Taking in the mess on his table, Robert realizes something. He never had a sense of clarity after orgasming with you, there were no regrets to be had. The things he’d do just to have you in his arms…
His reverie is interrupted by a ping! from his desktop, a message landed in his inbox.
today’s stream was perfect thanks to you, honey! you always treat me so well. i’d love to get to know you better ;)
Tonight was far from over.
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belladonnasmenagerie · 5 months
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SFW: Slashers reactions to you being a small unassumingly strong woman: Pt 2
Part 2 to the previous bullet list I made featuring Vincent, Bo and (NBC) Hannibal. This one will feature (NBC) Will Graham and Thomas 🥰
Requested by @klerns-birdie
I hope you liked the first one here is the last part to what should’ve been a one parter but I’m having too much fun with this idea lol
Enjoy!!
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Epilogue: All your life you knew you were stronger than others, even as a kid it was very apparent when you played around with other kids or went to school, parents having to be called a couple times for broken property. But over time you were able to control the strength you had but that didn’t help with your social life.
As you grew up names had been thrown like ‘freak’ or ‘monster’ even though you were so sweet to everyone. Eventually you stopped trying to become friends with others due to your strength but as you got out of high school it became easier, having the freedom to travel and see new things had opened you up to so much. Even though you still were insecure about your strength you didn’t hate it you were proud of yourself for how amazingly you managed it.
Then one day you met him and it felt like love at first sight….
Will Graham (NBC)
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* Spending time with Will was the highlight of your life, wether it be fishing, playing with the dogs or just being in silence as you two drank coffee in the morning. It was pure bliss.
* You had 100% trust in Will and knew he returned the same trust but deep down you felt guilty, see with trust also came no secrets the two of you told each other everything.
* Except one thing and it wasn’t because you were afraid he wouldn’t believe you you were afraid of how he would see you from then on.
* It was a nice peaceful night sitting on the front porch watching the dogs running around the front yard and playing, the wind was cool and the silence serene.
* You looked over at Will, he looked tired like always but still content and happy in this moment.
* This was the time and you knew it, clearing your throat Will looked over at you.
* “What’s wrong?” He asked concerned
* You shook your head “I’m alright will, I just…need to tell you something.”
* Wills brows furrowed in confusion
* “I haven’t been 100% honest with you.” You licked your lips feeling your gut curl
* Will grabbed your hand “babe you can tell me anything” he reassured
* You explained to him how all your life you were a lot stronger than other girls and how you looked all small and petite would make people not to be around you.
* Will sighed a breathe of relief “that’s all?” He asked with a smile
* “What do you mean that’s all?” You scolded
* “Babe, I love you, your my world and nothing that small could make me not love you.”
* You smiled bringing Will in for a loving kiss
Thomas Hewitt
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* Thomas loved how small you were compared to him and how sweet you were to him, he never knew someone out there could treat him the way you do.
* And you loved him too, like your own personal teddy bear and the two of you fell in sync immediately, catching on to his little jesters and the way he would whisper stuff into your ears
* It was cute
* But the only problem you had was Hoyt. Always so mean and cruel to both you and Thomas
* Not a huge fan of your relationship with him, he would always call you cruel names and would mock you for loving in his terms “a freak like Tommy”
* You tried letting his cruel names and taunting roll off your back but when he attacks Thomas, fair game goes out the window
* The first time you saw Hoyt lay a hand on Thomas was one day in the kitchen
* Humming to yourself you waltzed into the small space to get water, that’s when you saw Hoyts hand come down on poor Thomas, who was bent over shaking in fear
* Your niceness flew out the window as you charged at the older man who had already wound up to give another slap
* You grabbed Hoyt’s wrist squeezing tightly, Hoyt glared at you as you shot him a nasty look
* “What the hell do you think you’re fucking doing!?” He yelled going to tug his hand away but you squeezed harder
* A loud yell ripped from Hoyt’s mouth as you squeezed the muscle and bone in hand
* “Don’t you EVER lay another hand on Thomas. Do you hear me!?” You yelled
* Hoyt hunched down in pain desperately trying to yank his arm away
* You squeezed tighter elections another yell from the older man “I said DO YOU HEAR ME!” you screamed
* “YES! JESUS CHIRST LET ME GO!” Hoyt begged
* Opened your hand you released Hoyt’s wrist which he recoiled into his chest as he rubbed the sore area
* Pointing a finger in his face you gave him one threat “You ever do anything to Tommy I will break every bone in your body, got it?”
* Hoyt glared at you but nodded
* Turning to Tommy your sweet demeanor returned placing a hand on his cheek
* “You okay baby?” You asked genuinely concerned
* Tommy nodded moving into your touch
* You smiled “good, now why don’t we go upstairs and take a little break?”
* Going upstairs the both of you cuddled just enjoying each others company
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anemptypuddingcup · 9 months
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Hello 😊 pov: reader is reading on Sunny's gym at a time of the day/night when she thinks she's completely alone because no one would dream of making the trip up there, when she find a hole in her dress/shirt. Since she is alone, lazy to go down in the bedrooms or in the bathroom, and don't think anyone would come, she decide to sew the hole real quick and take off the dress to sew it better. But obviously when she is nearly done someone come and see her in bra and pants. What is the reaction of the strawhats male crews? I don't remember if you do headcanons with multiple characters or just drabble with one of them but i thought this scene was fun to think about even if the headcanon is just fluffy
By the way i love your writings, expecially the Usopp's ones since is my favourite character 😁 have a nice day 😊
Oooh! I love that idea! And yes I do headcanons love so don’t worry about that! Sorry I only did four too, this is really my first time writing headcanons (also I’m happy you liked the Usopp writing!)
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Strawhat crew (men) walking in on Reader half-naked in the Sunny’s gym.
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Luffy.
❤️Let’s be real here- Luffy doesn’t necessarily care. He’ll walk in and act like not shit is going on.
❤️I imagine he came into the gym because he was going to work out with Zoro, i personally think it’s a plus if Luffy doesn’t give a fuck and doesn’t overreact.
❤️”Oh! Wassup ________!? Ima just go over there if ya don’ mind.”
❤️Jesus he just…doesn’t read the atmosphere sometimes.
❤️And I love his precious ass for it. (I love luffyyyy)
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Zoro.
💚Oh he’s gonna be startled as hell. He’ll wonder why the hell you’re even in the gym without a top on. Not that it wasn’t normal but you’re in your bra, not a workout top or anything like that.
💚He’s not even paying attention to you trying to sew up your dress.
💚He was so excited to work out today, yet seeing your ass with no shirt on completely ruined his mood to workout due to him being flustered.
💚”O-OI WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL!?”
💚“Z-ZORO PLEASE, I PROMISE IT AIN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE-“
💚“PUT A DAMN SHIRT ON PLEASE WOMAN!”
💚He’ll be so flustered because he’s never necessarily seen you without a top before.
💚A very flustered marimo quickly leaves the gym.
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Sanji.
💙Sanji came to the gym expecting to see a dumb marimo and tell him that lunch was ready. Instead he gets hit with a pretty lady without a top sitting on the bench, sewing up her dress.
💙Of course, it’s natural for Sanji to overreact with blood just gushing from his damn nose like a geyser.
💙”_-________-SWANNN! O-OH AM I DREAMING O-OR ARE YOU IN YOUR PRETTY BRA!?”
💙”S-SANJI!-“
💙Yeah…Sanji’s gonna end up rushing to you instead of running away and you’ll have to urge him to leave you alone.
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Usopp.
🧡Usopp’s gonna be flustered just like Zoro. He didn’t expect to walk in on a woman topless.
🧡On instinct, he’ll immediately cover his eyes and start screaming, surprised and startled that he may have seen something he didn’t (or probably did) want to see.
🧡”A-AHHH! WHY’RE YOU HALF N-NAKED IN THE G-GYM!”
🧡”U-USOPP, I-I PROMISE THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING! I-I’M TRYING TO SEW M-MY-”
🧡“N-NO, YOU’RE T-TRYING TO TRICK ME! I-I WON’T LET YOU!”
🧡Usopp would overreact the very most knowing his overdramatic ass.
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mimisempai · 5 months
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My dear love
Summary
After a comment from Nina, Aziraphale wonders if "my dear" isn't too cold, and more importantly, what other terms of endearment he should use on Crowley. After seeking advice from Maggie, he decides to try out some terms on the unsuspecting demon.
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Pick your favorite pet name, I have mine…
Day 28 : Terms of endearment
On Ao3
Rating G -  1452 words
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"Well Angel, I'm off or I'll be late! See you!" 
Aziraphale, who had followed Crowley to the front door of the bookshop, replied, "Have fun, my dear," and watched as the demon got into the Bentley, which started immediately.
"How cold..."
Aziraphale turned back to Nina, who had just rounded the corner, and asked perplexedly, "What do you mean?"
Nina stopped beside him and replied, "Well, you call him my dear, but he calls you Angel all the time. I think that's a little cold."
Aziraphale replied, "But I'm an ang-"
Nina shook her head, "That has nothing to do with it, I call Maggie Angel too, and she's no angel. Not to mention the tone of his voice when he says it." 
Seeing Aziraphale's puzzled look, she continued, "Honestly, I understand better now why it took you so long to get together."
She started to walk toward the coffee shop and added, "Anyway, if that's the way it works for you, that's fine too. Have a nice day."
Aziraphale watched her go, then returned to the bookshop and went about his usual business. But after a few minutes he gave up, unable to concentrate at all as he kept thinking about what Nina had told him.
Would Crowley want him to call him something else?
Was my dear really too cold?
All those times Crowley had called him Angel, hadn't he expected as much in return?
Seeing no point in continuing, he decided to visit the person who had always given him the best advice since he and Crowley had been together.
A few minutes later, he was walking in circles under Maggie's amused gaze, wondering how to broach the subject.
Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed her approach and gasped slightly when she put her hand on his arm and said softly, "Why don't you tell me what you're so anxious to say? I assume it has something to do with Crowley, otherwise you'd be on your way with a new record."
Aziraphale grimaced sheepishly before continuing, "Well, I was just wondering what it was like to... um... call someone a nickname, you know, like..."
"Like how Crowley calls you Angel all the time?"
Aziraphale sighed, "You say that too. Anyway, that's what I mean. Like that."
Maggie smiled back, "Well, there's a lot of choices, but quick, like this, I'd say Darling, Honey, Sweetheart. Or something that makes you think of him, like Nina sometimes calls me Sunshine because I smile all the time." She giggled slightly before continuing, "Think of him, how you see him, what you like about him, what comes naturally to you."
"I see."
Aziraphale nodded slowly and thanked her before leaving the record store.
A few hours later, the sound of the bookshop door opening and closing brought him out of his thoughts as Crowley exclaimed, "It was horrible today. The audience at the planetarium was absolutely unruly. How can anyone disrespect the stars like that, it's unbelievable, I don't..."
Aziraphale gently took the demon's hands and said, "Come and sit down, darling, I'll pour you a little pick-me-up. I think you need it."
He led the demon to the sofa, made him sit down, and walked to the back of the bookstore, not daring to look at Crowley to see his reaction. 
So he didn't see the demon's stunned expression as he wondered if he had heard right.
As he opened the bottle of whiskey, the angel told himself that he liked Darling, the way it rolled on his lips, but he shouldn't stop there. He returned with the glass of whiskey he'd just poured and handed it to Crowley before sitting down next to him and listening to him recount his session at the planetarium.
After draining his glass and finishing his story, Crowley, visibly exhausted, more emotionally than physically, lay down on the sofa, his head in Aziraphale's lap. When the angel was sure the demon was asleep, he levitated his current book from his desk to him and began to read.
He was two chapters in when Crowley awoke and straightened to sit beside him.
Aziraphale set his book down next to him and raised his hand, pushing back a lock of red hair that had slipped down Crowley's forehead and taking the opportunity to gently stroke his cheek.
Crowley, still a little sleepy, leaned into the angel's hand before saying, "I'm going to make myself a cup of coffee, angel, shall I get you a cup of tea?"
Aziraphale replied softly, "Yes, thank you, honey."
Crowley's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "What?"
The slightly blushing angel replied, "With a spoonful of honey. My tea. With a spoonful of honey."
Then he picked up his book and pretended to read on, just to keep a straight face.
Crowley, still not quite awake, scratched his head before getting up to make coffee and tea.
Aziraphale followed him with his eyes and sighed.
Apparently, honey wasn't such a good idea.
Coffee and tea had long since been drunk and Aziraphale was listening to music when his attention was drawn to Muriel and Crowley chatting animatedly around one of the plants.
He turned off the gramophone, but neither of them noticed, and Aziraphale enjoyed just watching them. They clearly disagreed on how to handle this plant, for whatever reason, and even though they were talking animatedly, the angel detected no animosity. From the beginning, Crowley and Muriel had had this kind of sibling relationship, which meant they often bickered, but the affection between them was undeniable. Crowley had already admitted to Aziraphale that he'd had a soft spot for the other angel ever since he'd seen the way they'd been treated in heaven, and that it hadn't dampened their enthusiasm and cheerfulness.
Aziraphale rose and approached them.
He grabbed the demon's arm and said softly, "Mon amour, let Muriel take care of this plant, you've already seen how good they are with it."
Taking advantage of the demon's surprised expression, he led him away, winking at Muriel, who gave him a thumbs up.
They were heading for the sofa when Aziraphale continued, "Would you like to have dinner tonight, mon amour? I think-"
He paused as Crowley stopped abruptly. The angel turned to him and saw the demon blush slightly. 
He asked him softly, "Crowley, what's wrong?"
Crowley said in a somewhat irritated tone, "What's wrong? What's wrong? I should be asking you that. Darling, honey, mon amour, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
Aziraphale's face fell and he sheepishly replied, "I'm sorry, it's because..."
He told Crowley all about his conversation with NIna that morning, and when he was finished, the demon sighed, "Oh, Angel..."
He took the angel's hands and this time it was he who pulled him to the sofa where they both sat.
Still holding Aziraphale's hands, he said softly, "Angel, let me ask you a question. Is there anyone else to whom you say these exact words? My dear?"
Aziraphale didn't think twice and shook his head vigorously.
Crowley smiled and replied, "You see...those words are special for me. I have nothing against other tender pet names, if you want to call me darling, honey, my love, mon amour because you feel like it, then yes, do, although for mon amour, let me get used to it first, you really surprised me with that one."
"You don't like it?"
"That's just it, angel, I love it very much."
He leaned over and planted a light kiss on the angel's lips before continuing, "But in the end, it's the intention behind it that counts. The emotion you put into it. When I hear someone say 'My dear' on the street, I don't react, but when it's you... it's a different story, Angel. It gives me a feeling of belonging. It's like a secret language between you and me."
Aziraphale nodded and said, "I think I understand."
Crowley replied, "Use this," he pointed to the angel's chest and continued, "Instead of this," he pointed to his head. 
Aziraphale chuckled softly and grabbed the demon's finger before bringing his face close to Crowley's, "I'll do that, mon amour." 
Crowley murmured, "Angel..." as he blushed again.
Aziraphale brought his face even closer and continued, "But you said you loved it, mon amour."
"Angel."
"Oui, mon amour?"
"Shut up..."
"You, make me shut up... mon amour."
He barely had time to finish before Crowley had closed the tiny distance between them and was pressing his lips to his, because after all, it was still the best way to shut him up.
Not that Aziraphale was complaining. 
He would never complain about receiving a tender kiss from his dear love.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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echo-rambles · 7 months
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love don't know how to rest
words: 2,679 summary: a quick phone call with your boyfriend chan turns into a mini vent session. tags: swearing, established relationship, long distance relationship, minor argument, fluff, making up note: this started off as me clowning on chan's new hair because as much as I love him I was not a fan of it when I initially saw it. somehow it turned into a weird little vent thing about missing someone and wishing they'd take better care of themselves. (title from how to rest by the crane wives)
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“Hey baby.” You immediately greet, answering your phone and then propping it up so your hands are free. 
Chan's face takes up the majority of the screen, and you get a close up of his forehead before he also seems to settle his phone somewhere. He hums in acknowledgment. 
You know for a fact he’s not trying to be rude, so you don’t worry too much about his non-greeting. Quickly looking at the time and doing the math, you speak up again. “Good morning. Have you just woken up?” It would be about 8am in Korea right now. 
“Hi- sorry I meant to say hi when you did.” It’s ok, you mumble, moving about the kitchen as you continue to make yourself dinner. Chan had messaged you only a few minutes ago, asking if you were busy and if he could call through. It wasn’t a very complicated dinner, mostly just heating up leftovers on the stove, so of course you told him to call. “I’ve been up since… six? Five maybe.” 
“Chan.” You chastise gently. Sending him a little look from your spot at the stove. He ducks his head, already giving you one of his smiles that spell an apology. 
“I know. I just- my brain hasn’t been able to shut off. I’m making the most of it until I end up crashing in the middle of the day.” 
“Light schedule?” You ask, already assuming the answer since otherwise he wouldn’t be able to so readily nap mid day. Chan makes a little agreeable noise. “That's good. And hey, if you don’t sleep at some point I can always ask Seungmin to smother you until you pass out. Forced nap time.” 
“That’s so fucked up.” But it gets him to chuckle, and that’s really what matters. “He’d do it too.” 
“Of course he would; I asked. Hey, nice hat by the way.” You lean close to your phone, squinting at the beanie he’s wearing. 
It makes Chan groan and push the beanie over his eyes for a brief second. “I'm trying to hide my hair, since someone hates it.” 
“I never said I hate it!”
“…you said it reminded you of straw.” 
Ok, so maybe you absolutely said something like that when you first saw his hair. It sort of just tumbled out of your mouth. “Because they bleached it all wrong! They killed your hair, Christopher. I was shocked, and distraught.” 
Chan shifts his beanie around, laying his hand flat on his head but never once taking it off. “I thought it would’ve come out better. I’ve been wanting to dye it-”
“I know, baby.” The teasing slips away from your tone, replaced by something more gentle and understanding. “But you gotta let your hair heal first before you fuck with it. Maybe let it grow out and dye it dark the next time you can? And then, once it’s no longer damaged as hell, you can do something fun. Like pink?”
Chan’s nodding along to your words, clearly watching you shut off the stove and shove all of your food into a bowl. He smiles at your suggestion. “One day you’ll get your pink hair dreams.” 
“We can match! It'd be so much fun. I think the world needs Pink Chan more than ever, really.” 
He hums instead of playing into the banter, hand still on his head, and you know that no matter how much you apologize for your initial reaction or how many jokes you make, the thought that he did something you don’t like is going to eat him up. Sighing, you bring the phone close to your face. 
“I think you look gorgeous no matter what, you know that right? I’ll tell you every single day until you believe me. Even with straw hair.” You lower your voice, trying to sound as solemn and as serious as you can. “Even if you were bald.”
“Bald?” His face goes all scrunched as he laughs, tipping his head out of frame and pressing a hand over his eyes. 
“Yeah. Shave it all off. Start from scratch.” You bring the phone and your bowl over to the couch, settling in. “I’m sure there’d be girls who would go crazy for the shaved look.”
“Should I be worried that you’re making sure I look good for other girls?” 
“Hey, listen, this is your job, and part of my job as the world's greatest girlfriend is to make sure you’re marketable to your audience.”
He’s still smiling, all big and soft and it loosens the knot of guilt in your chest. 
After a few minutes of the both of you falling silent, you eating and Chan just watching you, you finally speak up again. “I’m sorry for saying that stuff about your hair. I didn’t mean to sound so… mean.” 
“I know. I appreciate the apology though.”
“I just worry. Which is a shit excuse but- I don’t want them ruining your hair. I need you to take care of yourself, because I’m not there to do it!” 
“I know-”
“You take care of the boys and I take care of you because you refuse to let them do it; that’s always been the deal, but I’m not there so now no one is taking care of you-” 
“Love,” he cuts you off. Voice firm and commanding. “It’s just hair.” It’s your turn to mumble out an I know. “It’ll grow back. It can be fixed. I’m ok.” 
“I just wish I was there.” 
The silence creeps in again, and your food is growing cold. Every day you miss him, and the feeling just continues to grow and grow and you’re so afraid that it’ll get so big that soon you won’t have room for anything else. You need him to be ok, because if he’s not then… you’re not really sure what you’d do. 
“We take care of each other, yeah?” Chan says, making you snap your attention back to your screen. He must have pulled his phone closer to his face, and if this were any other moment you’d take the opportunity to snap a picture of the angle he chose, but since you feel all cold and serious in the pit of your stomach you instead just nod at his words. 
“Yeah-” 
“I don’t want you to ever feel like this is a one way street. It’s not your job to take care of me.” 
“I definitely don’t get paid enough for it to be a job.” The pit isn’t too cold or serious for you to deny yourself mumbling out a little quip. 
“We choose to look out for each other, yeah? I take care of you too. Don’t forget that.” Your little comment makes him smile. Just a tick of his mouth, but his whole face softens and you wish you could touch him right now. 
You want to be in his arms. Face pressed to his neck, where you can feel his pulse against the highest point of your cheek and his hands spread across your back and anchoring you. Long distance sucks ass. 
“I won’t. But sometimes-” You stop yourself, chew at your bottom lip and aggressively spear your food with your fork. “I worry that you’re so busy taking care of everyone else that sometimes you forget about yourself.”
“I’m guessing this has gone way beyond your feelings about my hair.” Chan tries to joke, but there’s still that underlying tone of his. The special one that only he can really get. It works it’s way under your skin. 
For a brief moment you think about leaving it there. Changing the subject. This was meant to be a relaxing phone call during a moment Chan had to breathe. He has a break and he chose to call you and all of a sudden you're just sort of dumping out all of these thoughts onto him over room temperature leftovers. 
But then you remind yourself that this is Chan. He’ll know if you’re trying to bottle something away. He always does. You joke that you know him, that he’s like an open book to you. This isn’t a one way street. He knows you just as well. 
Fuck it. Rip the band-aid off. 
“You look stressed. Overworked. Like you haven’t been sleeping.”
“Oh wow, ok. Straight to the point.” 
“The only reason I know you’ve been eating is because Lino and Bin would probably force feed you before you ever went hungry. You just look exhausted and I know this is your job- I know you signed up for this. But it still breaks my heart sometimes when I can see you starting to strain under the pressure.” 
“I’m- I’m doing fine. It’s hard, yeah, but-”
“It’s worth it.” You finish his sentence, already knowing what he’s going to say because he always says the same thing. “I know. Why do you think it kills me that I can’t fucking be there? Because you work yourself to the bone and there’s no one around that’s willing to pull you away and force you to actually take care of yourself. The boys- I know they try, but they still see you as their leader. As their big brother. The things I do, the way I argue with you? No way they’d be willing to go that far. And I’m not trying to paint myself as this ultra special person but- jesus Chris, you can’t tell me that if, I don’t know; Felix tried to speak to you the way I do, you wouldn’t get upset.” 
Chan doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are big and liquid and he’s listening to every single word out of your mouth. When you say his name, directly ask him a question, he’s blinking. Thinking about it. “No, you’re right.” 
Finally, you place your bowl on the coffee table, feeling like you need to get up and move or else you’ll probably start crying or something equally as embarrassing. God, it’s like all of these pent up emotions have just decided to spill out. Things you didn’t even realize you were upset about until now.
“Your hair honestly means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It’s hair, like you said. But it was something for me to tease you about- something small that I was upset about that I could actually comment on, when really all I’ve wanted to do these last few weeks is scream at you to slow the fuck down. No- I know what you’re going to say and I’m not talking about the company schedules. That’s your job. I’m talking about all of the extra hours I know you’re pulling because nothing feels perfect enough. All of those hours where you’re meant to be relaxing but instead you just work more because you feel like if you stop you’ll stagnate.”
Leaning away from his phone, Chan takes a deep breath. Puffs out his cheeks for a moment before releasing it all and then dragging both hands over his face. The beanie gets dislodged, and you see a shock of pastel yelloworange. It’s not even that bad. It looks cute on him. But it felt like some weird shock to your system when he showed it to you and you could tell he was unhappy with it. 
“What do you want me to say? It seems like you’ve covered all of the bases.” 
“I want-” You huff in frustration. “I don’t want you to say what you think I want to hear, ok? Never. We don’t do that to each other. I just want-” Again, you cut yourself off, not actually sure what you want. Not sure what the entire fucking point of this little rant has been. 
You take your built up tension and you make good use of it. Bringing your bowl to the kitchen and beginning to clean up the dishes while you listen to the way Chan sighs into the silence. There really isn’t anything for him to say. 
You can hear the way he tries to start a sentence at least twice, and you know that he’s frustrated that he can’t fix whatever this is. But there’s nothing to fix because nothing’s broken. You’re just kind of at the end of your rope and you just want your boyfriend close. Shutting off the sink and picking up your phone, you try to give him something close to a reassuring smile.
“Listen, I think I figured out what I want.” He looks at you, jaw working and eyes shining and you want to take his face in your hands and kiss him stupid. But you can’t have that, not right now. So you’ll have to settle with second best. “We take care of each other, yeah, absolutely, but that means you have to take care of yourself when I’m not around to do it. Because I’m thousands of miles away. I know it’s a big ask but can you please do that… for me?” 
“Yeah… yeah, I can do that. I’m sorry I made you worry.” 
“Baby, I don’t need an apology. I just want you to be healthy.” You’re quiet for a beat, watching the way his eyes flick down and away from his phone before skipping back to you. “And also for your hair to look different.” 
“Wow.” It gets him to laugh. It feels like a small victory. 
“I’m nothing if not consistent. And hey, I’m sorry too. For just- whatever that was. It was unfair to unload it all when you’re probably minutes away from being busy again.” 
“Nothing to be sorry for. Like, I do get why you’re sorry but I’ll always choose to listen to your problems. Especially if they include me, that way we can figure out how to fix it.” His soft smile is back, crinkling his eyes and making your lungs weak. 
Humming, you finally finish putting all of the dishes away. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” 
“I love you the most.” 
“I’m pretty sure I loved you before I knew you.” Chan says, smile stretching wider as he tilts his head like an adorable fucking puppy. 
You smile back, and it feels like sugar fills your mouth. “Ooh, that’s a good one.” 
It’s the same little game you always play after any sort of tense conversation. Trying to one up the other and having to concede when they say something that legitimately makes you melt. It’s a reminder that things are hard but you get through it. 
Hoisting yourself up onto the kitchen counter, you sigh. It’s a little dramatic, infusing just enough theatrics to keep the levity of the conversation. “Sometimes it really sucks that we both believe in healthy communication. I wish we were the type of couple to ignore things until the feeling goes away but really it just festers until we can’t take it anymore.”
“I know, right. We’re just too good at being a couple. It’s kind of boring actually.”
“That’s what I’m saying! You should tell me to shut the fuck up more often and I’ll… I don’t know, accuse you of cheating?”
“With who?”
“Lino?”
“Wow. Shut the fuck up!” He manages to say, between his breathless laughter.
“Yeah! See, you’re getting the hang of it already.” 
Things might not be solved, like at all, but you feel a little lighter. You spend the next ten minutes joking with Chan, and things feel like they settle back to normal. You’ll probably have to have this conversation again, with less tension and frustration. But that’s for later. When he doesn’t look so tired and has a block of free time to actually talk about it in depth.
You’re going to see him, soon. You hold on to that knowledge as tightly as you can. You’ll be there, with him, able to touch him and kiss him and tell him that all you want is for him to be happy. Maybe you can have this conversation again, in person. Where you can hold hands and crawl into his lap. Soon.
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So Undercover (2)
pair: Dark!Edward Nashton x fem!reader
summary: You get a little too caught up in an undercover job to unravel the Riddler.
warnings: stalking; intimidation; fear; name-calling; riddler is mean; double life of Edward Nashton/Patrick Parker
Part 1
Patrick’s visits to request records had become much more frequent to the point where seeing him was a weekly ordeal. Not that you minded. You had begun to warm up to the shy man, even moving forward to actually having conversations with him. It was something you started to look forward to.
He leaned against your desk as you scanned the record he wanted. “Are you busy Friday night?” You wanted to cringe at yourself. By his surprised look, you couldn’t tell whether or not that was overstepping in your relationship.
“I don’t think so, why?” He adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixated on you.
You sighed. “I have two tickets to the Gotham Philharmonic. I was supposed to go with this dude I was seeing, but that didn’t work out. Wondered if you wanted to go. With me.”
He stopped you before you could ramble on anymore. “I’d love to.”
~
You were fixing your lipstick in the mirror when you heard the chime of a new message. Checking who it was from was unnecessary. You already knew.
<?> Pretty girl.
<?> Got a date tonight?
<me> Not really.
<me> Going somewhere with a friend.
<?> I bet he just wants to get in your pants.
<me> That’s not true.
<me> He’s nice.
<?> Maybe I’ll go, too.
<?> You won’t even know it’s me.
<?> Just to make sure Patrick is behaving.
<me> Stay away from him.
<me> He’s innocent.
<?> Row E.
<?> Seats 17 and 18.
<?> Maybe I’ll take seat 19.
<me> I’ll have the police on you immediately.
<?> We’ll see.
He disconnected. Frustrated, you shut your laptop. The only thing you wanted to do was enjoy a night out with a friend and now the looming anxiety of where the serial killer who is seemingly obsessed with you is sitting in your stomach.
You weren’t going to let him ruin your fun. It was bad enough that you didn’t have a real date to go with. Might as well enjoy yourself.
Patrick was waiting outside the doors when you arrived. He wore a black dress shirt and pants, just a little bit more formal than what you were used to. He looked nice. It matched the little black dress you chose to wear. “You look beautiful.” He blushed as he complimented you.
While you took your seats, one eye kept looking around for any man that came close. Any one of them could be the Riddler. Anxiety spiked in your stomach when you saw someone look at you, but they quickly looked away to join their families. “I should probably tell you something.” His words caught your attention. “Most people use my middle name. Edward.”
“Edward? I like that.” The other guests found their seats and the lights began to dim. The Riddler, as far as you knew, hadn’t come. The seats directly next to you and Edward were still empty. The conductor walked on stage and the orchestra began to play.
This was a good idea. Edward’s arm was on the armrest in between the two of your seats. After several minutes of contemplating, you placed your hand on his. He flipped his hand around and intertwined his fingers with yours. You didn’t look at his reaction, but you were smiling.
At the intermission, Edward had left to use the bathroom. You stayed in your seat, allowing yourself to feel the warmth in your stomach that just holding hands brought. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you nearly dropped it once you saw the message.
<?> The trombone solo was beautiful, wasn’t it?
<?> Not as much as you, though.
<?> Sitting all alone.
<?> Did your boy leave?
<me> Where are you?
The Riddler didn’t respond. You looked up from the screen and scanned the room. Any man on a cell phone rang alarm bells in your mind. He was here. In the same room. He knew exactly what you looked like and you were completely in the dark. You didn’t even notice that your hands were shaking.
<me> Please.
<me> Tell me where you are.
<?> Right next to you.
You jumped out of your seat when someone sat in Edward’s seat. You took a deep breath and faced the figure, who turned out just to be Edward. “Woah, are you okay? It looks like you’re on the verge of tears.” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
Riddler was just fucking with you. Of course, he was. You shook your head. “Yeah, yeah. Just a little anxious, I guess.”
He took your hand in his. “I’ve got you. Do you want to leave? There’s a diner close by.”
You bit your lip, then nodded. “Yeah.”
In a corner booth at the nearby diner, you and Edward laughed over a basket of fries and milkshakes. “A book?” You tried not to laugh into your straw.
He nodded. “Yeah. Gotham has such an intricate history and I’m piecing together the most important events and incidents. You’d be surprised what you uncover.”
You shrugged. “I believe you. It’s just interesting to see someone so passionate about this city.” You ate a fry, teasing him. Most people that lived in Gotham hated the city. They either loved to complain or were actively saving up to get out. “I just want to thank you for coming tonight. And being so understanding.”
He waved you off. “It’s no problem. I like spending time with you.”
You played with the straw in your milkshake for a moment. “My apartment isn’t that far from here. If you want to, I don’t know, go there?”
“Oh, Y/n. You don’t know how much I want to say yes, but I think you’re too special to move so fast yet. You deserve more than that.” Even though he was rejecting you as gently as possible, it was still a rejection. You tried not to react. “I don’t want this night to be a one-time thing.”
You pursed your lips. “Right. You know, that’s a good idea. We should go on a real date.”
“This doesn’t count?” He raised a brow.
“Well, I mean, kind of. But I haven’t got the chance to learn more about you. I don’t even know what you do as a job.” He knew much more about you than you did him. That was a bit hard considering that he met you at your job. Sure, he was writing a book, but that was a side hustle. 
He laughed. “I’m an accountant.”
~
Back in your bed, you took your makeup off and tossed the wipe in the trash. Now that it was after the fact, maybe it was a good idea that Edward had rejected you. Pure horniness took over, you presumed. He was someone you wanted to have a special night with and not a one-night stand.
You rested your head on your pillow, still wearing your dress. If you hadn’t already laid down, maybe changing into pajamas might’ve been a more feasible option. Sleep was your biggest priority. That was until your laptop chimed.
<?> Surprised you came home alone.
<me> We’re just friends.
<?> Whores like you don’t make friends with men.
<?> He rejected you, didn’t he?
<?> Knew that you were just a slut.
<me> That’s not true.
<?> Don’t get too defensive.
<?> I should show him who you really are.
<me> Stay the fuck away from him.
<me> He’s a good guy.
<me> You wouldn’t know what that’s like.
<?> I wouldn’t?
<me> No.
<?> That’s funny.
<?> He may be a good guy.
<?> But I’m the one you’re dropping your panties for.
You shut your laptop. He had some nerve. Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to ruin Edward for you. He was your chance to actually have a semblance of a normal relationship. Whatever blackmail situationship you had with the Riddler didn’t count. 
Your laptop chimed with a new message, one that you ignored. Another. A third. The sound that caught your attention was your apartment door unlocking and creaking open. It was something you knew all too well. Someone was in your apartment.
You shot up. This was Gotham, you really should’ve kept some type of weapon in your bedroom. All you had was yourself. The self-defense classes you took a while back needed to come back to your head. You locked your bedroom door.
Best case scenario: you just get robbed.
Worst case scenario: you get killed.
The person walked slowly, with loud footsteps. Do you try calling the GCPD? No, you worked with them. You, of all people, knew how useless they were. Nervous, you opened your laptop again.
<?> I think you’re getting a little too comfortable.
<?> Maybe I need to come over and teach you a real lesson.
<?> Don’t worry, I have a key.
Your heart sank. He was in your home. He was probably armed. Maybe not with a gun, but he was known to use knives or anything that would do the job, really. There was no doubt in your mind that he’d been there before. His footsteps continued straight towards your bedroom.
His fists slammed against your bedroom door. You weren’t sure how long it might hold him back and you had to do something. He couldn’t win. 
You pushed open your window and climbed out onto the fire escape. The harsh mid-April air blew your dress up and littered goosebumps all over your skin. The fire escape didn’t reach all the way to the ground, so you had to jump a couple of feet once you got to the bottom. 
It was a bit humbling. You wore slippers with a fancy dress in the middle of an alleyway. Maybe that wasn’t so strange in Gotham considering people terrorized the city in crazy costumes once a week. It was better than being stuck in a room with him.
You dialed the GCPD.
Officer Thompson escorted you back into your apartment about twenty minutes later. It was trashed. Books were thrown from their shelves and clothes from your drawers scattered along the floor. Whether or not it truly was the Riddler that was here, he was mad. What was most important was that he was gone, for now.
It took about an hour to fix the mess he left. All you wanted to do was sleep. You pulled your sheets back on your bed and gasped. Drying cum pooled in the spot where you normally slept.
Sleeping on the couch, it is.
~~
On Monday, your head was everywhere but your job. After the lab came back with no matches to anyone in their database, your evidence was labeled as useless. Riddler probably knew that. Maybe it wasn’t even his and it was another trick he was playing on you. It wasn’t something you particularly wanted to think about. 
Thankfully, Annette, your boss, was finally back from her vacation, which brought you to your normal job of sorting and filing the records. It left you in the back office, covered in dust and the occasional paper cut. 
“Anything interesting happen while I was away?” She rolled slightly back in her chair, just enough to have a view of you from the open doorway. You did start to miss that nice chair as the back pain from sitting on the floor crept back up your spine. 
You shrugged. “Not really. Actually had someone come in and request a record, though.” No way you would mention that you went on a date with that person. 
She wasn’t your friend, or close enough to share information with. She’d only complain about her ex-husband and the horrors of dating apps within Gotham City. Even though she was in her early thirties, she loved to act like she was so much superior and older than you were. “Sounds like I missed a party, then.” Sarcasm dripped from her words. 
You might as well bite and waste some time listening to her yapping. Silence would only bring your mind back to Him. “How was Disney?”
Annette’s grating voice stopped you in your tracks before you could leave for the day. She had the same pitiful smile that meant she wanted you to do something for her. “The Gotham Public Library called. They said they had some records they wanted to move to the archive.”
“Okay, and?” You didn’t even care if it came off as rude.
She crossed her arms. “I have a doctor’s appointment and you need to pick it up right away. I don’t even have time for you to talk back right now. I’m the archivist, you’re the assistant. Am I getting that wrong?”
You simply nodded. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I’ll head over now.”
~~
The Gotham Public Library was probably the most salvageable building in the whole city. People worked hard to make sure it looked nice and was well-stocked with books. It’s really too bad the Gothamites stopped caring about enhancing their knowledge. Well, they probably were distracted by trying to stay alive.
You went straight to the backroom of the library, just as Annette told you to do. Hopefully, the box of records would be there and it would be an easy job. It was almost getting dark out and walking home in a place like Gotham at night was far too dangerous. 
The door creaked open and cobwebs fell from the ceiling. You made sure to position a small book to hold the door open. It locked from the inside and if you didn’t have a key, you were stuck in there until a librarian cared enough to answer their phone. The box labeled “GCPD” sat on the opposite wall of the door. 
You nearly bumped into the stray mop and cleaning supplies that sat in the middle of the room. Of course, important documents were kept in the janitor’s closet. A glance confirmed that water from the last clean sat stagnant in the bucket. 
The box was light as you lifted it, almost as if it were empty. Well, paper couldn’t be that heavy. You backed up to get away from the shelf and your shoe landed on someone else’s. The box fell onto the floor as a gloved hand clasped over your mouth. Your back was pressed against the chest of your assailant. 
“Fool me once, shame on me.” The voice was familiar, one that you could never get out of your head. If it weren’t for the mask over his face, you would’ve felt his breath against your neck. “I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think of the fire escape. I guess I underestimated you.”
He kicked the book that held the door open and it slammed shut. Flipping you around, he pushed you against the wall. You tripped over the box of files and fell into it, your ass firmly stuck in the box. “We’re both locked in here now, dumbass.” Your confidence surprised the both of you. 
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a key, one he made a replica of, you were sure. If he had so many replicas of keys, then he must’ve either gone to a store or had his own way of doing it. “You are. I came prepared.” You wondered if he planned for you to fall by the way he leaned over and looked down at you. “You still have yet to learn your lesson.”
You tried moving, barely busting the structural integrity of the cardboard box somehow. He pressed his boot against your chest, continuously adding pressure. “You’re no better than the dirt I walk on.” He dragged his boot against your chest, a trail of mud and dirt rubbing off on your blouse. Using his heel, he pulled the box closer. “How do you think I should deal with a pretty little thing like you?”
He knelt down to face you at eye level and pulled a switchblade from his jacket. The blade tickled your skin but didn’t go far enough to cut. “Why don’t I start by dressing you like the whore you and I both know you are?” 
The fabric of your shirt was so match for the blade, getting torn to reveal your bra. “I’m not a whore. Just because you think I am doesn’t mean it’s true.” He ignored you, cutting through your pants as well. 
“I won’t waste my time with you. I have much better things to do.” He stepped back, now standing. He almost left the room, but not before the bucket caught his eyes. He picked it up, struggling a bit to carry it over to where you sat, then poured it over you. It was barely water at this point, it was brown. 
You shut your eyes and mouth, only opening them when you heard the door slam. The cardboard of the box was much easier to move while wet and after a minute or two, it began to disintegrate enough for you to stand. The so-called file that you needed to get was somewhat dry. The most notable thing you saw was a large green question mark.
Tears fell from your eyes as you pulled your phone from your pocket. It was lucky enough that he hadn’t stolen it. The library went to voicemail, as per usual. A little desperate, you pressed Edward’s contact and it began to dial. This wasn’t the most ideal circumstance for a second date, but he was the only one you trusted enough to see you like this. He would never treat you like this.
Part 3
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punsmaster69 · 3 months
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16/DEC/20XX
𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬.
i hit the floor like a sack of bricks.
this time, of my own volition.
i pushed myself upright, choosing to ignore where my head had apparently been this whole time.
rolled onto my side (landing on the floor) to stop my phone's ringtone from waking tori.
i quietly stepped into her bathroom to muffle the sound,
" 'sup?"
"Are you..."
before i realized i'd enabled my camera in my barely-awake stupor.
"...At Toriel's?"
a "shit." stumbled out of my mouth as i slapped my hand over the camera. i let my hand drop a second after, as this was now pointless.
alphys snorted at my reaction.
"Sooooooo?"
with the intonation of someone trying to elicit more information.
"you first. you called me."
"My reason was 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘺𝘺 more boring than whatever's going on here."
"So you're spending the night?"
"Tell me about that."
"tell me why you called, first."
"I was just gonna ask if the device was working properly."
"seems to be."
i tried not to linger on the memory of what was happening seconds prior to it going off yesterday.
"Anyway. What are you two up to?"
"Having fun with your 'sleepover'?"
"don't put air quotes on it. sleeping's been most of the activity."
she raised an eyebrow.
"nothing else to it."
"So did this just happen or did you plan a sleepover?"
"kinda just went from magic demonstration to this."
"you already heard about how undyne's went, right?"
"pretty tiring."
"ended up conking out here instead."
"And you just decided to stay?"
"yep. she's got a real comfortable couch, y'know."
"I'm sure that's the only reason. Mhm."
"sofa's just that nice."
"say, how'd you immediately know i wasn't just in my room or something?"
"I know you sleep in boxers. Currently, you're fully clothed, so I knew you weren't home."
"You're most certainly not 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦."
"fair point."
"anyway. i'm gonna go back to this couch sleepover."
"seeya, nerd."
"Tell me more about it later!!"
"nope."
——
quietly returning to the living room, i checked to see if she was still asleep.
tori was hugging the pillow i'd not ended up using for more than a few hours last night.
i tiptoed to the kitchen with one goal in mind:
eggs.
eggs are something that even a shabby cook like me can (hopefully) do.
ideally, they'll be omelettes.
really, they're probably ending up scrambled.
——
didn't hear her get close, finally noticing she was awake when she put her hands on my shoulders.
her face met mine when i looked up.
"Good morning, Sans."
"mornin'."
"you like cheese in your omelettes?"
"I do."
she looked at the pan.
"...That is an omelette?"
"sorry."
"𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦-in' you down with my cooking skills, here."
"I do not mind. Omelette or no, it will be 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴-tra special coming from you."
"do you have tortillas? could make 'em into wraps instead."
"Oh! We should, somewhere."
"I have bacon bits we can throw in as well!"
"bacon bits?"
"now we're talkin'."
"you're really a lady after my own heart."
out of the corner of my eye, it looked like a surprised expression flickered across her face, but immediately disappeared.
"Thank you for making breakfast. This is very sweet of you."
"consider it payback for yesterday's."
'sweet' isn't something i usually get called.
can't say i hated it at all.
——
instead of being able to focus on what we're watching, my mind is concentrated on tori.
she's running her fingers along my joints, taking everything in; such that you'd think she'd never felt another hand before.
a part of me wants to pull my hand back, say it's too much for me.
but the stronger part of me doesn't want it to end at all.
something that's so distracting for me isn't seeming to pull her attention away to the same extent.
she's normal about this.
i should be too.
——
"Is something on your mind?"
"kinda think i should get a shower too, but i don't have any spare clothes with me."
"You could ask if Papyrus will bring some."
"nah, don't wanna make him come all the way over here again just for that."
"guess i can just wear the same clothes."
"Would lending you something of mine work instead?"
"shirts are probably the only thing of yours that'll fit me."
"I could wash your current clothes along with my laundry."
"i'd have to hang out in your bathroom 'till it's done."
"Would you be comfortable if I were to give you a large shirt to wear in the meantime?"
"just shirt?"
"A very large one."
"don't know how i feel about bare-bones-in' it down there."
"I do not think you'll fit into any of 𝘮𝘺 underwear..."
she gave a playful smirk.
"You're open to try."
"should i put on a bra, too?"
ended up just going with the shirt.
lame, i know.
——
"It fits a bit like a dress, does it not?"
the shirt stopped just barely at the top of my knees.
"shortest one you've put me in so far."
"I could go get a real dress."
"nnnope."
"i'm good."
"You would look good."
"sorry, but we'll have to play fashion doll some other time."
"i've got a couch to go sit my bare ass on."
she cackled.
"Out of anyone, I suppose I would much prefer it be a skeleton doing that."
"really though, i'm gonna go put a towel on under this."
"Alright. The wash is started, so it shouldn't be too long."
——
sitting next to each other is suddenly very precarious, as i am apparently the king of overreacting.
i accidentally bumped my leg against hers, and flinched like i had been shocked from it.
i need pants.
——
thirty minutes left on the wash.
getting a shower here made me realize that i'm somehow staying another night already, without even a second thought.
"......."
"i should go home, right?"
"No!"
"...It is late, already."
"You may as well spend the rest of the night."
"Please, do stay with me."
"...ok."
——
is it odd to say i sleep better here than my own bed?
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hi hi im back again ~~ so i was thinking you know that joke/ question "would you still love me if i was a worm?" ok hear me out .... nnoitra, aizen, grimmjow, ulquiorra, kenpachi, and Szayelaporro have fun ~ ✾◕ ‿ ◕✾
I love this ask so much! I love the "will you love me if I were a worm" and I want to write so many people for it! More notes will be at the bottom. CW: Foul language, talking of gore and violence, talks of experimentation on people and OOC actions, Szayelaporro's part is leaning more into the toxic and unhealthy side of things so be warned
Nnoitra feat. Tesla
Honestly you're lucky he likes you so much had anyone else even tried to say something like that they wouldnt be living past it
Nnoitra is mean very mean and will tell right away that if you became a worm he would let you get crushed or eaten and not feel bad
If you want something slightly nice you need to get Tesla involved ask him if he would keep you safe as a worm and wait for Nnoitra to just need to one up him
Tesla plays along without any problems " Of course Y/N should you ever become a worm I will do my best to keep you safe until you go back to being you"
Nnoitra is not happy, not only because you seem so happy about that but also because it makes it seem like Nnoitra cant protect you
It takes nothing more for him to make a big deal about why HE would be the one to love you as fucking worm
Nnoitra seemed like he was in a good mood today after being gone for a few hours he came back boasting about the newest fight he'd won. As things were begining to calm down it seemed liked the perfect chance to ask the question I'd seen floating around the internet lately. " Hey Nnoitra" "Hmm" He glanced over " Would you still love me if I were a worm"? It's almost funny how fast his attention snaps to me " Are you being serious right now.... ya know what, doesnt matter if you were a worm I wouldnt have started loving you." " Nnoitraa thats mean" He scoffs " I bet Tesla would still care about me if I became a worm" I knew he could still hear me and I had to stifle my laugh at the obvious look of anger that comes over him. "Fine" He walks over wrapping his long arms around me " If you became a worm I would still love you but dont think I would just let something like that happen got it"? He's so easy sometimes~
Aizen
The most unamused look you've ever gotten from him, as long as you ask when he's in a good mood its just a huff and stare as he waits for you to explain further
Tell him why you want to know and understand that he needs a reason as to why you become a worm in the first if you want a good response say its because of Szayelaporro
If its captian Aizen you'll get a nice response anyway but blame Mayuri if you want to see a glimsp of the real him
Captain Aizen might say something along the lines of " You would never have to worry about my love for you fading I would simply find a way to help you"
Now if you involved the idea that someone did it to you no matter what side of him you know the reaction is far more agresssive
" If he's truly dumb enough to do something like be sure that I would not only get you back from that sad state I would make sure the pain he felt was worse then death" Now as a captain that might be more of a mumble but the real Aizen says it bluntly and its a soft as you can get from him
It's sometimes hard to believe that Aizen chose me to stand by his side to think someone like him could love, it still seems so odd. Maybe that's why I find it so fun to try and mess with him? " Oh lord Aizen! " Yes my love" He welcomes me immediately, opening his arms for me to sit with him upon the throne. " Would you still love me if I were a worm?" His warmth shields me from the cold of Las Noches, my arms draped on his shoulders and my body rests on his. " My what a strange question." He chuckles before placing a kiss to my forehead " No matter what happens my feeling for you will never waver you will always be My Love. Though should something like that ever happen I will stop at nothing to get you back and those who have crossed us shall suffer beyond what they thought possible" Thank you My King" Surrounded by warmth we bask in one another.
Grimmjow
Such a fast no. He laughs before putting his hand on your head and then gives a quick No
From here you have two choices one is just let it go asking again without a plan will just get you a rude answer back however if you want to wind him up just get pouty
Mention that Ichigo would be nicer to you or that it makes you sad to know he wouldnt care and watch him backtrack fast
" I'm not sayin I wouldnt care but.... Look I would never let you become a worm ok!"
He gets really huffy about it " Dont ask something so stupid okay"? he says with an arm wrapped around you
Will just brush it off after like you never brought it up and dont think to ask again because he will just ignore you
Grimmjow makes it so easy to tease him he gets red at the smallest hints of affection and all jumpy when it comes to being honest about his love for another perhaps that's why I wanted to ask. " Hey Grimmy would you love me if I were worm" Why would I" Hmm I should have gussed that well then time to up the ante" That's really mean Grimmjow so what you wouldnt care at all how crule" He scowls some " Hey thats not what I said" It kinda is" He pulls me to his side aggerssively nuzzling the top of my " Of course I would care if somethin happened to you but being a worm is just stupid alright….now dont pout like that." My lips meet his in a soft peck " Of course Grimmy~"
Ulquiorra
Gives it real thought and at first that seems nice but his answer wont be that kind....at first
A lot like with the others you almost have to coax a nicer answer unlike the others though its never that romantic with Ulquiorra but it can be nice-ish
Asking outright will get a blunt answer of " No. Should you become a worm I cant see why I would love you as such, however I will make sure you get back to your normal self"
He just wont care at first so a little push is needed if you want more then that and even then it wont be the sweetest thing but is much nicer
Once more blaming Szayelaporro is going to be your best choice here but not just in theory tell him it was a threat ( It probably was) and the answer in return is better as he becomes protective
" I would never allow him to do something like that to you but should that ever occur I will make sure you are well taken care of while he fixes it" While it might not be the most romatinc thing it is meaninful coming from him
Sometimes boredom is a person's worst enemy even more when you can't just leave to find something to do. In that quiet place however ideas can strike at any time and today that idea as many others before it involved Ulquiorra. Recently Szayelaporro had been talking about an experiment he'd been looking into and that was a wonderful place to start. " Ul-qui-or-ra'' Yes y/n" would you still love me if I were a worm." I hear the sigh before he looks at me " I would not, however I will make sure you are safe while the problem gets fixed" I should have guessed as much yet I couldn't help but want more " Well would you be upset? Or what if Szayelaporro turned me into a worm would that change anything?" Maybe it sounded desperate but is it wrong to want something more. " How silly" Silly? I mean sure the question is silly but my worries aren't. " If you must know, yes I think I would miss you. It becomes rather lonely when you're not here. However it's odd that you think I would even let that happen. You are under my care as my partner I will not allow any harm to come to you do you understand." Ulquiorra walked over to me resting his hand upon my head and if one looked closed enough you could see his lips curved in the smallest hint of a smile
Kenpachi feat Yachiru
Almost wont give you answer about it, wait a little and he will, it becomes an oddly sweet moment
Now its really easy to ask him as more often then not Kenpachi is happy to let you talk about or ask strange things since thats just you the best part is that Yachiru will join in on the fun
Though the question does throw him off he just shurgs it off to start after all this is a normal thing for you so he's not worried about giving you a staright answer
This is where Yachiru comes in. She also wants to know after all she know if she became a worm you and Kenny would keep her safe and Yachiru tells you she plans to make sure you live a good life as a worm so Kenny should tell you that too
After hearing that Kenpachi will give you an answer a very well thought out on for both you and Yachiru its going to be one the few times you get the sweetness
" I would do anything to keep ya safe Y/N no matter what or who I have to go through. If you became a worm nothing would stop me from getting ya back and making sure you're okay you got that. And Yachiru obviously I would keep ya safe till we could get you back worm or not"
With nothing else to do asking Kenpachi those odd questions in the back of my mind seemed like a good plan. Its not like he would be bothered by it so no harm done right? " Heyy Kenpachi if I were a worm would you still love me?" Nothing.... I guess it wouldnt shock me if he was napping but I was sure he should have heard me " Kenpachi answer me cmon" Again nothing he just shifted some turning his body to face my from where he was laying " You know silence is also an answer so I'll just take it as a no" I pout some turning my nose up and wait " Alright alright no need for that" His gruff voice calls out " Look at me first" For a guy as big as Kenpachi he's so quiet I hadn't even noticed he moved this close " Look I cant say I would love you if I met you AS a worm but if you ever became a worm I would stop at nothing to get you back" Even though I knew he had more to say it didnt stop me from throwing myself in his arms and all he did was laugh, pulling me in and resting me on his lap " No matter who or what I had to fight I would keep ya safe and sound with Yachiru's help and make sure you get back to being you so dont forget that " The feel of his lips on my head make me smile. Who would have thought my silly little question would get him to say so much.
Szayelaporro
Szayelaporro will laugh not in the same way Grimmjow does no this is far worse more evil and it makes you not want to ask why but thats to bad because he plans on telling you why
" Oh Sweet thing of course I wounldnt. If you became a worm its most likely that I was the reason for it."
He doesnt hold back for any reason and thus the only way to get him to be even alittle nice about it is to carry on with that conversation, to ask qustions about it
" Why you ask hahaha well its quite simple if I were willing to do something like that its because I no longer care you...However if something else where to do that to you I could fix it
He brushes by anything else you might say but expect him to be a tad more affectionate after this in a way he veiws this as you saying he hasnt been a good enough partner
Honestly he doesnt think much of it after that but its good little reminder that in some way he does care for you and this is a good way to find out just how much
It's hard to say what made me want to ask him something like this after all knowing Szayelaporro he wouldnt be happy to be asked something so childish. Maybe it was to see if he would care or maybe just because I wanted to know how far I could push him before he got sick of dealing with me, it's hard to say but that didnt stop me from asking. " Szayelaporro if I became a worm would you still love me?" He doesnt bother to stop with whatever he's doing " hahaha My sweet thing if you became a worm isnt it smarter to think I'm the one who did it" Well that doesnt answer my question" " If I did that you should know it means I dont love you, now are we done?" Of course I knew something like this would happen but it still hurts to hear in an odd way " So does that mean you love me now" I could feel the shake of my voice " I see so thats what this is about. I treat you well yes? I make sure to keep you safe from both my tests and the others that raom here, I spend my time with you and seek you out for things outside of work. This might not be love but I do care for you sweet thing" My face felt hot and I could feel the wetness slowing trailing from my eyes. I move before I think, burying my head in his chest I let myself collapse against him and to my shock he lets me, guiding me back to the couch and curling around me we sit in the silence together.
So a few things one I know most of this is so ooc and like thats to be expected but I want to say that I havent seen much on any of the Espada due to where I'm at in the anime and two I now know I love writing szayelaporro so much because I can be so mean with it but still give him some kindness towards his lover and thats fun. I hope you enjoyed thank you for waiting and HAPPY PRIDE!🌈💖 Also I'm gonna try real hard to get another thing out before June ends. - Lilly
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leclerced · 4 months
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Bunny on her period… it’s like a week off from fun stuff for everyone and Lando with Oscar take care of her because she’s dying and cursing and she can either cry because of anything and everything or she can yell at everything and anything. I can see her snapping on drivers. She doesn’t even register it but cameras do and she just storms through the paddock and Lewis sees her and wants to talk about something and she yells at him and he’s like “I’m sorry that I’m alive?” While standing in the middle of the paddock because she already walked away. Charles and Max are trying to tease her like always but regret it straight away when she glares at them and doesn’t say a word to them for the rest of the day. Mark tried to catch up with her because she’s walking so fast and he saw what happened so he wants to help but Binny is just like “Don’t even try and comfort me or some other bullshit. Be at least three meters away from me please”. Even Seb becomes her victim but with much less vigour then the others. She sees him and is like “Not. Today. I just need Oscar and Lando” so he doesn’t say anything just takes her to them and with a sympathetic smile leaves Bunny with them.
I feel like Lando immediately curls with her on the bed and starts massaging her belly while whispering words of comfort to her. Oscar walks around for a bit and collects everything that they’ll need, medicines, heating pad, snack and with all that he also lies with her. They are the perfect boyfriends that she needs on these days. Others also click what’s going on because Oscar told them there’ll be no funny business this week and they all want to do something nice for her and buy her favourites snacks or things that they think will cheer her up and they are delivered through Osc or Lando.
And if there are speculations on the internet about why the hell does Lewis look like a scared kid when Bunny tells him something on that one picture someone snapped of them no one comments on it for their own sake
if she snaps at seb, he’d shut it down and tell her to stop acting like a brat unless she’s wanting to be put in her place and she’ like ): im sorry im on my period. he tells her it’s not an excuse to be mean to him and that he’s not scared of a little blood. tells her to tell him what she needs and he’ll take care of it but is surprised when she just wants her boys. maybe some chocolate and he’d take her to them and then go buy the most expensive, fresh, handmade chocolates he could find in whatever city they’re in. he’d put together a gift basket full of goodies to drop off at her hotel room. gives it to oscar when he opens the door, telling him to let him know if she needs anything bc he’ll go get it for them so they don’t have to leave her 🥺
lewis standing in the paddock watching bunny walk away is a new reaction meme and everyone wants to know what he said and what she snapped back with for him to make that face.
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blair-the-juggalho · 1 year
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The Twdg gang reaction to you being attractive and somehow keeping up with your appearance in the apocalypse? Thank you
Hello love! Thank you very much for this amazing request!!<3
TWDG gang with a very attractive reader
Violet
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This girl was stunned the first time she saw you
How the hell can a person look that good
Especially when it’s rare to wash your face now a days?
She’s never been one to care for her appearance since she doesn’t really see a point
And she doesn’t really see why others do it
But that doesn’t mean she can’t respect a pretty face when she sees one
She wouldn’t say anything outright but sometimes when we daydreams you’ll sometimes catch her looking at you
And if your really luck when you smile at her she might get a little red in the face
If you ever call her out on her actions tho she’ll just tell you to piss off
Mitch
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A bit like Vi, he doesn’t care for his own appearance and he doesn’t see why others do it
But once he saw you he looked at you wide eyes in awe
How tf can someone end up so beautiful in times like these???
He won’t really say anything about it but he’s try to get closer to you
He will always look at you out of the corner of his eyes
He’s not good with compliments but sometimes he’ll give you a slight one
“Your hair look alright today.”
You’ll never see it coming and it might not seem like much but my boys trying
Sometimes he might even adjust his posture or fix his fringe just a bit when you enter a room
He doesn’t want you to think of him as a smelly little man lmao
Louis
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Now this dude immediately says something
It’s hard to find someone like him, who keeps up with their dashing good looks now a days
He will always compliment you
and vi always make fun of him for it
He doesn’t care though
I mean at the end of the day who can blame him!
He’ll also mess around with you but in a light hearted way
“We would stay and chat but me and name have to go wash our hair and trim our nails.”
He has a lot of respect for you for putting effort into the way you look
But don’t get me wrong he also pays a lot of attention to you personality too! (They all do btw I’m just saying it now •3•)
Marlon
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This man was also in awe when he first saw you
God damn you’d like really hot!
Like Mitch, he’d also try to sort out his hair (tho what could fix that mess /j) and his posture
He’d always try to talk to you
In times like these everything’s gone all dreary so it’s nice to see something fresh and well looked after
After seeing you try so hard with his looks, he will try to do the same
He’s praying that you’d pick up on it and compliment him lmao
He will also be extra salty if anyone picks on his hair or anything like that especially if your around
He also can’t help but look at you like you’ll see him form across the courtyard just looking at you
If you called him out on this he’d just give some rubbish excuse like “I was just checking up on you.”
Aasim
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Was also shocked by your beauty
He wouldn’t even talk to you at first and when he would it’s the bare minimum
He would definitely write about you tho! And all things positive about you
As much as he loves your appearance, he would also try to learn more about your personality
He’s low key hooked
He doesn’t have a crush on you for your looks alone
But it always makes him get all flustered when you agree with him or compliment him
He doesn’t know how to respond but his embarrassment is clear lol
He also always hopes that you get paired up to do the same job as him
Just so he can spend more time with that beautiful brain and face of yours ;)
Omar
He loves how attractive you are!
He thinks pretty privilege should never be a thing! That is until he meets you
You best believe your getting first picks at dinner and lunch
And if you wanted a certain meal he’s already made it for you!
He could sit and look at you for hours
And he does!
When he’s cooking he will look up from his food just to see you
He feels so proud whenever you compliment him!
Ruby
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This girl in impressed
She’s very really bothered about looks but like Vi she can appreciate a pretty face
Will definitely call you nick names
“Well hey there , good looking.”
She too can just get lost in thought when she’s looking at you
She will always lightly adjust her posture and rub her face a bit when she sees you
She just wants you to think she’s pretty too
She will also try to grow a flower just for you!
Cheesy but cute!
Brody
She blushed when you first made eye contact with her
She just wants to know how you do it???
How do you make your hair so shiny?
You skin so soft?!
And you actually smell good?!?!
She’s a tiny bit jealous but all n all she doesn’t mind
She definitely does one of those clique sighs when she sees you
Heaven forbid you compliment her
She gets all giddy as exited and compliments you back x100!
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kazumasdiary · 7 months
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one of the things im only now noticing about 2-3 is just how well it sets up for 2-4.
because. okay. 2-4 has a lot of big, dramatic moments. and these are powerful reveals, but they won't hit as hard if you're not invested: if you don't care about gregson and barok, then you're not going to care when bad things happen to them.
so 2-3 does its absolute best to make you care.
going into 2-4, the characters that are immediately going to have the biggest problems are, again, gregson and barok: you need to care that gregson dies, and you need to care that barok is arrested for it.
so, when you're investigating the exhibition stage, 2-3 reintroduces gina, and reintroduces her as gregson's apprentice. their relationship is antagonistic, but lighthearted: gregson clearly cares for her, at least enough to try and protect her, and to bring her to paris with him. and gina, for her part, looks markedly happier when you meet her again in 2-3- she has a dog and a brand new badge and she's having fun, because for once in her life, someone else is looking after her. gregson is looking after her.
and that way, when gregson dies, it matters- because even if you don't care, gina does.
gregson's death hurts, in part, because of gina's reaction. it's her grief that lets the player know what's been lost. and that grief gets its basis in 2-3, because 2-3 shows us that they care about each other- in establishing this relationship, 2-3 gives gina, and the player, something to lose when gregson dies.
and, speaking of giving people a relationship with another character to get you to care about them- then we have barok.
the first investigation phase of 2-3 begins by humanizing barok as hard as it possibly can. ryunosuke is allowed into his office for the first time, and- and least for me- whenever we examined something in there, the vibe of the subsequent interaction felt like nothing so much as "grumpy man dragged unwillingly into friendship." we're touching everything in his office, and he's clearly exasperated with us, but not enough to stop us from touching everything in his office. this is also, i think, the first example of ryunosuke and barok having any kind of relationship outside of the courtroom. we see ryunosuke's concern when he first finds out barok's been attacked, and if you examine the chessboard in his office, you can get a line about ryunosuke wanting to challenge him to a contest of shogi problems. so 2-3 starts by introducing us to a barok that is somebody outside of the prosecutor across the courtroom, that is something more than the terror of the reaper, and that'll matter later.
but most importantly, 2-3 gives barok a friend.
specifically, a friend that is silly. ridiculous, even. his character design and personality contrast starkly with barok's, and yet he's the one who tells us repeatedly that barok's really nice, actually- that barok was kind when albert knew him, and he doesn't know what happened to change him ten years ago but he still considers barok a friend.
and what's more, albert believes in him. when he's speaking to barok in the prison, you get this exchange:
Harebrayne: ......... Since I returned to England, I've heard lots of stories. Barok, are you really...? Van Zieks: What? Harebrayne: ......... Never mind. I know that you have my best interests at heart.
he's well aware that barok is known for essentially killing the people who prosecutes. and he almost asks about it! but he doesn't- he chooses to trust barok, instead.
ryunosuke is not even there for this interaction in the prison. the game makes a point of showing it to the player anyway. and i think it's because we need to know that at least one person is capable of trusting barok, that at least one person thinks barok is someone worth believing in.
because one case later, we're going to see barok in a prison cell, and he's going to tell us, "i'm not the reaper and i didn't do it." and we're going to have to believe him.
2-3 does a number of other things to lay the groundwork for 2-4: establishing the professor case, bringing kazuma back, all of that. but i highlight gregson and barok as examples because i think they focus on setting up emotional investment, as opposed to setting up plot elements. and maybe because of that, they stand on their own. gregson's relationship with gina and barok's relationship with albert have emotional weight, even without the context of anything that happens after. but those relationships also make what happens after matter more, because they give us a reason to care.
2-3 is not really a self-contained story, by any means, but it manages to be its own thing, with its own satisfying conclusion, while also serving the overarching plot. it's not perfect- by the end of the case, the professor mystery had so wholly overtaken the actual crime that i almost forgot harebrayne was the defendant. but i think 2-3 does a pretty good job, and i think that might be part of the reason why i like it.
(or it might just be the goths. this case has some really good witnesses, and i freely admit i may be biased.)
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arpmemething2 · 6 months
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Loony Tunes Sentence Starters
Send one for my muse’s reaction.  Feel free to change pronouns as needed.
“It’s supply and demand! They supply the ghost, and I demand the money!”
“And remember, 'mud' spelled backwards is 'dum'.”
"Go ahead! I’d love to see the audience boo you off the stage!”
“Consider yourself as lucky because you are getting another chance from me to draw a gun.”
“Go on! Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and cordite!”
“Jumpin' without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain't it?”
“Don’t think it hasn’t been a little slice of heaven…’cause it hasn’t!”
“I do so enjoy observing the flora and fauna of that tiny planet.”
“I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!”
“You know, sometimes me conscience bothers me… but not this time.”
“It just goes to show ya that a one-eyed jack rabbit can beat a king.”
“I didn’t say I would be nice. I said I would try. It was too hard.”
"He’s about as sharp as a bowling ball."
"What's up doc?"
“Oh dear, now I shall suppose I have to use force.”
“Help me, please. I’m too moist and tender to retire.”
“Okay Okay I'm shuttin' up. Why should I continue to keep yappin' when I'm told to shut up. I'm not the kind that don't know when to stop.”
“Ho! Ha-ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!”
“I wonder what the poor bunnies are doing this season?”
“Don’t take life too seriously. You’ll never get out alive!”
"What a perfect time for me to go on a diet."
“When I say whoa, I mean whoa!”
“Brace yourself for immediate disintegration.”
“I don't want to be grown up anymore.”
"You wasted a wish! I wish that burrito was stuck on your big dumb nose!"
“Carrots are devine… You get a dozen for a dime, It’s maaaa-gic!”
“The way I run this thing you'd think I knew something about it.”
"Sssshh... Be vewwy quiet.  I'm hunting wabbit!"
"Champagne nights, tropical music and a heavy bank account!"
"Thufferin' thuccotash!"
“I’m in my own little word. But it’s okay, they know me here.”
"You rack'n frack'n varmint!"
“Oh, drat these computers. They’re so naughty and so complex. I could pinch them.”
"Well, it's 5 o'clock somewhere."
“Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricaseeing rabbit without a fricaseeing rabbit license?”
“Wait! I haven’t tried toadying, kowtowing and butt-kissing yet! I’m still begging here!”
"Cats don't lay eggs. There's something screwy here."
"Of course you realize, this means war."
"His muscles are as soggy as a used teabag."
“I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!”
"Looks like the boy genius is tryin' to show me up."
"It was a terrible storm, the boat wocked and worked up one wave and down the other."
"You're despicable."
"If you're gonna be two-faced sweetie, then atleast make one of them pretty!"
"F-f-first they told me to lose the stutter now they tell me Im not funny anymore. "
“Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending?”
"That's all folks!"
"I don’t know the meaning of the word fear!"
"Beep beep!"
"I don't ask questions, I just have fun."
"Hungry!"
“Just when I’m getting used to the voices in my head, one of them starts stuttering.”
"Say your prayers!"
“Me? Normal? How dare you insult me like that?”
"You know, it is possible to be too attractive."
"I am positive, I am mental and I know I have attitude.”
“I’m not like other people, I can’t stand pain, it hurts me.”
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat!"
“Well, what do you know … there’s the little Wiener Schnitzel now.”
“If you’re happy and you know it, you're probably annoying someone who isn’t.”
"This is gonna cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show!"
"Who's responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person?"
“I'll be scared later. Right now I'm too mad.”
“If an interesting monster can’t have an interesting hairdo I don’t know what this world is coming to.”
“You say the Loch Ness Monster is living in your jacuzzi? Well, call Roto-Rooter!”
“I hate it when people are at you house and ask, ‘hey do you have a bathroom?’ No not at all...”
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ninchen1909 · 1 year
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The Teacher and the Mob Boss -Chapter 4-
Warnings: cursing, implied cheating
Word count:~2.300
Her words rush through my head again and again and an immense sadness rises in me, Linda notices immediately what she has triggered in me with her words. A sardonic grin forms on her lips while she lets her eyes glide over my body with a contemptuous look. In feigned pity, she puts a hand on my forearm, which I immediately shake off and take a few steps away from her, "Bucky never said anything about a girlfriend or even a fiancée." I hate myself for sounding so vulnerable, only after his speech yesterday and the messages this morning, I thought he really wanted to get to know me.
However, it seems this was all a goddamn lie and I was stupid enough to fall for it. My self-pity is replaced by anger and disappointment, and a cold mask settles on my face.
It takes everything I have not to punch her in the face after her next words, "Oh honey, you didn't really think you had a chance with him, look at you, a woman like you doesn't fit him, the name Linda Pierce means something in our world after all.  You're way too naive and too good-natured for our world. He needs someone like me by his side, someone who knows how to act, someone who knows how to deal with all the violence and secrets in this world. And also someone who looks like he would fit into this world, and unfortunately you don't. You would have been a nice pastime for him, he would have had fun with you and would have dropped you afterwards. You know, you should really be grateful to me for warning you about him." Her words make me livid, how I'd love to rub her face straight against the wall, but I tell myself Barnes isn't worth it.
And strictly speaking she's right with her last sentence, I'm thankful she had told me, because he certainly wouldn't have. So I try to swallow my anger and resentment by quietly counting to ten before something strikes me: "Why are you so calm about it, I mean you know your fiancé would cheat on you at any opportunity. Why do you stay with him?" for a brief moment her arrogant grin falls and I get a clear view of the vulnerable side of this woman, however she quickly catches herself and brings the sneering smile back to her lips," You know sweetheart, a man like James can give you everything, money, fame, respect his name opens the doors to many opportunities."
When her words reach my brain, I can't help but laugh contemptuously, I can tell she's surprised by my reaction. But if she thinks I'm going to break down in front of her and start crying like a little hurt girl, she's wrong: "You know, sweetheart," I emphasize the pet name extra snidely, "you really deserve a guy like Barnes, a cheating, bullshitting asshole and an arrogant, smug bitch who's only interested in material things. Sounds like the perfect Disney romance doesn't it? You really deserve each other and I wish you both all the best. And now I'm asking you to leave school right now, because some people want to earn their own living, not rely on marrying rich someday." I look at her astonished and dumbfounded face, it's probably the first time in her life that someone has talked to her like that.
I walk around her, to the door of my classroom, just as I'm about to push the door handle down, I think of something:" Oh, and if you happen to run into Barnes today, please tell him to never show his face in my apartment again. I'm certainly not playing side-chick in your relationship," I give Linda a deprecating look over my shoulder before I enter my classroom and let the door fall shut behind me, only to leave it in the hallway.
I use the rest of the time I have left to calm myself down, surprisingly I don't feel any sadness, only anger, disappointment and also some shame that I got involved with Barnes so recklessly. I really bought what he said yesterday and believed him. However, he was apparently just pulling his usual tactics on me, and like probably many women before me, I fell for in. When I realize it's time to greet the kids, I try to swallow my anger as best I can so as not to make the kids feel like they did something wrong.
So I give each of them the best smile I can muster at that moment, and make them feel like everything is okay. As fate would have it, however, the last student I have to greet is Charlotte, and of course she's not alone.
Because standing right next to her, holding a huge bouquet of flowers, is a grinning Steve. With a cheerful "Good morning Mrs. (y/l/n)" Charlotte storms past me and immediately joins her classmates. I watch her go, smiling, because no matter what an ass her father is, it's not his daughter's fault. I see out of the corner of my eye how Steve approaches me before he clears his throat quietly to draw his attention to me: "Good morning (y/n), I hope it's ok if I call you that, Bucky has told me so much about you though that I feel like I already know you myself." I pull my eyebrows together but don't have it in me to better him.
He holds the flowers under my nose and I look at them closer, the bouquet is really beautiful. A mixture of purple and pink roses, edged with white baby's breath shines out at me. Flowers are apparently really his thing, however, I must confess that this is probably by far the most beautiful and probably also the most expensive bouquet I have ever seen, let alone received as a gift. Once again I let my eyes roam over it, suppressing the slight hint of joy which comes over me. "Buck asked me to give this to you, he was really disappointed that he couldn't see you himself this morning. He also wanted me to tell you that he's really looking forward to the date tomorrow. And just between you and me, I've never seen him so excited and happy about a woman before," he gives me a bright smile, revealing his perfect teeth.
I get chills down my spine though, I totally forgot about the date in all this excitement. Again anger comes up in me at his audacity, how can he ask me out on a date while he is engaged. What an asshole. So I do what I think is right in this situation and push the bouquet back into Steve's hand, he looks confused back and forth between the flowers and me, I realize he is about to say something but I beat him to it" tell Barnes to stay away from me and that apart from here at school I never want to see him again. The guy is dead to me. I may not be the jackpot, but I deserve better than a cheating, lying asshole like Barnes." I turn on my heel, leaving the second person today just standing there in the hallway.
During class, I notice my cell phone vibrating over and over, indicating incoming messages. But since I can already imagine exactly who they are from, I skillfully ignore them. The rest of the school day drags on endlessly, and a relieved feeling makes itself felt in my chest when the bell finally rings to signal the end of the school day. So, together with the children, I go out onto the school grounds to hand them over to their parents and the bus drivers, so that my students arrive safely at home.
However, even from a distance, I notice the white, shiny Mercedes parked in the parking lot, and leaning against it, arms folded in front of his chest, is the person I least want to see at the moment. Charlotte doesn't seem to have noticed him yet, she's far too busy debating with another girl from my class. Our eyes meet, and I see him push off from the car and come my way. When he's about halfway there, Charlotte catches his eye and runs up to him with a loud "Papa!", beaming with joy. He intercepts her with a smile and lifts her up, only to press a quick kiss to her cheek, meanwhile coming closer and closer to me. "Dad, can we please wait until Mia is picked up, otherwise she will have to wait alone" Charlotte points to the girl she was talking to just now and looks at her father out of big blue eyes. "Sure we can wait a little while monkey. But please stay close to me" Barnes sets his daughter back down on the ground before she immediately runs back to her friend.
He bridges the last few steps in my direction while I keep my gaze stubbornly fixed on the two girls. I feel his hand, accompanied by a soft "Princess", resting on my forearm. Jerking, I move my head in his direction and shake off his hand before putting as much distance between us as I can. The confusion is written all over his face and he tilts his head slightly, "Ok, what's going on here, this morning everything was fine and you replied to my message normally and now you can't even look at me properly." I recognize the clear confusion in his voice, however I also hear a slight hint of annoyance.
I let out a disdainful snort, "I can certainly look at you, I just don't want to look at you anymore. There's a difference" His confusion grows: "And why is that?" I roll my eyes: "If I really have to tell you this now, you really are dumber than I thought. But if we're being honest, I'm the biggest idiot in the world anyway, because I really believed your words yesterday, and I really thought that underneath your whole playboy-mobster getup, there was actually a more sensitive side." With every word I say, I can tell the confusion in him is growing. "Ok princess, I really don't understand anything anymore, the only thing I know is that we had a nice evening yesterday and I felt so comfortable with you, like with no woman before. And now you're standing in front of me and for some reason you're mad at me. So what the fuck is going on?" faster than I can react, he puts his hands gently on my shoulders and pulls me a little closer to him.
He studies my face, noticing every emotion in it. It seems that he really doesn't know anything about what I'm talking about, and to my surprise I can see real sadness and uncertainty in his eyes. As I get ready to answer him, I am interrupted by the bright and artificially friendly voice of Mia's mother, who beckons me to join her. I give a slight nod to indicate that I'll be with her in a moment, before turning to Bucky once more "Just go away, I don't need a guy like you in my life. You said yesterday that I get everything from you that I want is that true?" I raise an eyebrow and look at him waiting, I get his answer through a broken nod," Good, then I want you to stay away from me, understood, I don't want to see or hear from you anymore. You are from today only the father of one of the children from my class. As you should have been from the very beginning. So goodbye Mr. Barnes" I push him away from me and look at him with a cold mask of contempt, something in my look seems to tell him that I am serious, because he nods silently to me before he waves his daughter to him and disappears with her in the direction of his cars.
After giving Mrs. Thomas a brief summary of Mia's day, I quickly gather my things and head toward my car. As I sit in the car, I feel my cell phone vibrate another time, and with a deep sigh, I dig it out of my pocket. 17 new messages are displayed to me over the course of the entire day.
The last message was sent only a few seconds ago, this jumps immediately in my eye: "I will accept your wish for now and keep my distance. But you know as well as I do that I can't do that for long, you are already too important to me. Please just tell me what's going on, because I really don't know what happened that you seem to hate me so much within a few hours. But I want to understand and I want to work on it. Please don't shut me out of your life, I want to be a part of it and I want you to be a part of mine too. Please get back to me when the initial anger has passed and you want to talk."
With a frustrated groan, I toss my phone onto the passenger seat, who does this guy think he is? With a frustrated sigh, I drop my head against the back of the car seat and take a deep breath. This man is driving me up the wall.
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prophecydungeon · 1 year
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i'm watching rvb11 again so here's a running list of everything i love about this season
contact, my beloved
a nice recap intro for anyone who is new (why...) or got lost in the sauce during 9/10!
"i'm a cyborg, you wanna bow down to me?"
grif's bit about them always holding their weapons never fails to land for me
the way that tension is built throughout this season is so good. SO fucking good. this season is all the lighthearted BGC-ness that the show had been missing for a chunk of seasons and the way that the "something's not right here" gradually grows and grows is so fucking good.
specifically, we see locus for the first time at 31:10 (i'm watching the complete one on yt) listening to wash's mayday. at 34:30 sarge uses a sniper to scope out what the reds are doing; at 46:58 we see the blues through a sniper's scope again shortly before grif and sarge bust into the blues' conversation, and then sarge hops out of the warthog without a sniper rifle on him. it's not till 53:10 that we see locus again up on the cliffside.
d: can i get a heck yeah? s: hell no. d: close enough!
the dead body as the camera pans around the refueling station... chef kiss. what an introduction to locus.
felix's intro isn't as juicy as locus's but i love the way it comes right on the heels of locus murdering a dude over wanting to tell people about the crash -- of course someone else might have found out!
the way that wash is framed so ominously when he's fixing caboose's helmet is so great too; the cracked screens on the wall mimicking the room we first see him in in 6. fantastic.
felix's massively dramatic pearl-clutchy oscar-winning introduction to the reds getting utterly wasted on the two lopezes is SO GOOD especially in light of how hard he stroked his ego over his good acting
"you're going to want to sit down for this story, it's about 20 hours long and i only enjoy telling it in five-minute intervals" is one of my all-time favorite jokes in this entire series and i manage to always forget it's from this season
wash's apology to caboose for not being there for him (or tucker) is one of my favorite wash moments in this whole arc, if not my favorite. it's such a lovely and touching moment, and it also makes me all the more furious that epsilon a) came back at all and b) was a horrific dick to tucker in particular
felix and locus snapping at each other is, again, all the funnier When You Know because felix is so transparently enjoying "riling up" locus and locus's "shut up and be glad i missed your head" is so transparently genuine
g: holy shit, did you see that? c: NO! WHAT HAPPENED? PLEASE DESCRIBE IT TO ME.
the fucking orange juice gag
💛 aggressive, paranoid, and a little melodramatic 💛
the ongoing gag of everyone thinking they had someone to do with the crash is also so fucking good
"no, i'm a freelancer. NO, I MEAN, I'M A MERCENARY-"
again, When You Know: the implication that felix murdered the three people he came to the crash site with! delicious!
caboose's radio breaking in the middle of his speech is SO funny
"man, you are just cryptic"
ugh! ugh! the reconstruction theme coming back when wash changes his armor! gets me every time!
and with donut's line i'm immediately reminded of how fandom apparently chewed itself to pieces over thinking that wash is black/gold not steel/gold lol
(H4 wasn't kind to simmons either but w/e)
dos.0 attacking and felix immediately going "this isn't right" is, yet again, so transparent in hindsight
this is also a very fun and well-done machinima battle
rocket hog my beloved
pan across the canyon my beloved
reconstruction theme again! my beloved!
tucker's reaction to finding out that wash, sarge, and donut didn't make it is also so good. his character arc on chorus is Just So Good.
and so is kimball's intro with felix -- especially in how she exerts authority over him immediately ("you're not getting paid the full amount") and we see over time just how much felix has worked to make sure that she thinks that's what their relationship is
man. kimball. my beloved.
"you just need to try."
in conclusion: still my fave season of the chorus arc, probably
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fandomsandfeminism · 1 year
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QUICK I NEED BIG ADVICE!
Okay so I have a friend who I’ve been friends with for a couple of years. I’ve always considered them king of sus, so I never got too close with them and I keep them at a distance.
So a month ago maybe, I find out that they’re subscribed to an Andrew Tate newsletter. Big sus, yeah? I immediately ask them about it, because it’s a BIG no-no, and they pause for a very significant amount of time and refuse to answer me, all guilty like. They eventually tell me it’s because they find it ‘funny.’
Fast forward maybe a week later? They say something rather screwed up to a couple girls, and one of my other friends calls them out on it. Another Big sus. Apparently the do it often enough that two of our mutual friends and I are annoyed by it. This friend of ours hangs out with sexist people and acts all buddy buddy with them and turns around and says to us ‘wow I hate those guys’. Like, woof buddy, it does NOT look good.
Also, side note, this person really loves cars, which is super sus to me?? Idk I just find loving cars to be a red flag cos they’re god awful for the environment.
Fast forward to now! Andrew Tate is arrested, as you probably already know, and I text them immediately about it to gauge their reaction. They start defending this guy, claiming all ‘everyone makes mistakes, it’s just human error, racism is a social construct and not real, your point is invalidated, Andrew Tate is inspiring, he built himself up from nothing’ AND LIKE? Their arguments don’t even make sense?? They clearly know what they’re doing and who they’re supporting is wrong, and they’re clearly experiencing cognitive dissonance because of it.
Here’s the uncomfortable part: my friends are friends with them, and again don’t support their actions, but aren’t really doing anything about and continue to hang out with them. I also sit next to this person in a class, which is how I found out about the whole newsletter thing.
I don’t want to continue to be friends with a person who won’t admit they’re wrong, when they know they are, and worse, supports a raging misogynist. I don’t want to continue being friends with someone who so easily buys into cheap lies and money and stuff. But I also don’t want to lose a friend, or cause drama in any friend groups or anything.
Do I cut them off or something? We’ve talked about this and stuff, and they seem to think that Andrew Tate’s ‘Good’ far outweighs his ‘Bad’ as a person. Which.. no. One of those other mutual friends was actively listening to our conversation from both sides, and I trust that mutual friend can take care of themself, but I also find it worrying that they continue to be friends with a lot of people who have done worrying/or sus stuff.
They want to argue that I’m not being compassionate, but. Also no. They’re also saying that Andrew Tate and Logan Paul and stuff being abused and poor in their lifetimes is an excuse for the horrible things they’ve done. WHICH BIG NO, BUDDY. I would also know about horrible abuse and not being an asshole in my adulthood.
As much as I would love to, I can’t sit idly by and hang out with people like that. It’s like. A huge thing that I’m picky about my friends, which I think is a good thing.
What do you think of this situation? What do you think I should do? I know this isn’t reddit, but I’m coming to you because I trust you as a feminist and someone who follows the ‘do no harm, take no shit’ philosophy like I do. You’re also very good at wording your arguments to get your point across, and I am not. Do you have any idea of stuff I could say to maybe change their mind? Or should I just stop being friends with them? I wish there was an easy answer to this sort of thing. I also wish I had more actual trusted adults in my life to talk to about this sort of thing, but I don’t, really.
Yeah, I mean, it sounds like you just do not enjoy this person's company.
Like, sometimes you will become friends with someone who is fun to hang out with and a nice person BUT also has some garbage politics. In those situations, the good in their friendship can make it worth it to be patient, set boundaries, and on occasion, work on chipping at that wall in their brain to make them see that their politics are gross and don't align with their values/reality. I've had many friendships like that.
But if this is just like...some guy who is a friend of a friend and who you don't like being around ever? You have no obligation to continue interacting with them.
My advice is to stop hanging out with the people who you just do not like. As for the friends who you DO enjoy being around, but who are still friends with this other person, just be honest with them. Like the next time they invite you to a group thing, just tell them, "hey, I really don't enjoy being around X, especially when they talk/joke about Andrew Tate/etc. So if you invite both of us to a thing, just know that I probably won't come." That makes your boundaries clear, and let's that person know where you stand without making it a fight. They can decide what to do with that information.
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