#in their defense i don't think they were using it as a slur so much as a crass way to describe a person

[happytapirstudio]

Every day I wake up with a new Animal Collective song stuck in my head and I post it here for everyone else to ignore >:3

#if anyone DOES listen to this one i need to give you a heads up that they drop the r slur in one verse #from what i know they've cut that word out of their live performances of this song #in their defense i don't think they were using it as a slur so much as a crass way to describe a person #much in the way that they use crass language throughout the rest of the song #but it's still a slur and good on them for not using it anymore #also for the record this song came out in 2003 #when that word was still slang that middle schoolers dropped on each other without second thought #deadass i remember having conversations with other kids my age and the general consensus was that saying/not saying the r-word was a #personal choice more than a reflection of your character - something that just marked you as a mild-mannered and polite person #which is um. an interesting opinion for children to have. #puts some shit into perspective lmao #god the more i think about it the more i realize how different the world was only 10 years ago #and THIS song is from TWENTY years ago!!!!! #literally not even a central part of this song idk why i went on this tangent #second half of the song is the part i like tbh #kids on #HOLIDAY (holiday) HOLIDAY (holiday) HOLIDAY (holiday) holiday fun kids on HOLIDAY... #okay i'm posting For Reverend Green after this because i'm very awake

[strangersteddierthings]

February 2

rating: T cw: period-typical slurs, mild violence prompt: Love is protection

The punch doesn't land. Michael stands frozen before him, arm raised to swing as they both turn towards the shout on instinct.

Eddie watches in slow motion as Steve Harrington sprints down the alley towards them as if summoned from Eddie's fantasies directly, determination on his face. The world returns to its regular speed as Steve reaches them.

Steve takes hold of Michael's arm at the same time Eddie feels himself stagger back several feet from where the new altercation is happening. It's not a conscious decision to put some space between himself and Michael, he's too busy watching Steve use his momentum to make Michael spin with him, or risk getting his arm broken, to think too much about what his body is doing.

Steve lets go of Michael suddenly, which sends him slamming into the wall of the bar Eddie and he had exited just minutes before.

"Come on!" Steve shouts, suddenly in front of Eddie and grabbing him by the wrist, dragging him down the alley until Eddie gets his feet under him and then they're both running. Steve takes a right, and even though Eddie's van is to the left, he follows. He can come back for the van and might actually prefer to. He doesn't want Michael to see what he drives.

They run a few blocks down before ducking into a different alleyway. It's not necessary, this much distance and the hiding. Michael wouldn't give chase. Eddie knew from experience that they rarely do, the men that don't like hearing no.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks, immediately assessing Eddie for damage. His shoulder kind of smarts from when Michael shoved him against the wall, there's a dull ache from his scalp where his hair had been yanked at, and he thinks if he takes off his jacket there will be a mark on his upper arm where Michael grabbed him when Eddie changed his mind and tried to leave, but physically that's it. Mentally, though?

Mentally, Steve just rescued him from a man that could be his twin, so that's got to be telling. Well, twin is a bit of a stretch. There were no moles dotting Michael like constellations, no signature hair swoop (though hair length was almost a perfect match), and his butt was far too flat but there's no way to deny he was a stand in for who Eddie actually wanted. Michael was even a jock, given what little Eddie and he had spoken about before heading outside to smoke, or so Eddie had thought.

So, all in all, is Eddie okay? No!

"Yeah. Yeah, fine," Eddie says.

"That guy threw you into the wall."

The adrenaline is fading, and shame replaces it. Why is Steve here? How much of what happened did he witness? "And I'm fine. Thanks for the assist, but what are you even doing here?"

Steve frowns at him. "I was- I just, just was checking in on you. You weren't answering the phone and Dustin was-"

"But how are you here!? How long have you been here?" Eddie interrupts, "how did you know where to find me?"

Steve takes a step back, puts a little distance between them. "I just drove around until I saw your van."

Eddie blinks at him. "You drove around Indy, searching for my van. How- what?"

"Yeah! And lucky I did," Steve says, like the idea of searching all of Indianapolis for one van isn't insane. "That guy was gonna kick your ass if I hadn't shown up!"

"He'd of gotten a few good punches in before I got away," Eddie waves off Steve's concern. "Not my first rodeo, Stevie."

"This happens often? Why do you keep coming back!?"

"Why does the faggot keep going to gay bars? Gee, I don't think we'll ever know, Steve," Eddie sneers, defensive for no reason. He hates that he does thing. That he lashes out at people just concerned for his safety. Steve just threw a guy into a wall for daring to try and punch him, why can't he just be grateful?

Steve scowls, "why're you being a dick to me? What the fuck did I do?"

Eddie lets out a sigh, "Nothing you don't usually do."

Steve throws up his hands and marches in a circle, apparently too frustrated for words and Eddie hates how smitten he is. It's adorable. Steve's anger is cute, and that's the problem. That's why he was at that bar, a gay bar, in the first place. To wallow in his unrequited love and maybe get off with a stranger he could pretend was Steve if he squinted and it was dark.

And now the man he is hopelessly in love with has come and saved him, once again; this time from a man who wanted something Eddie wasn't going to give in an alleyway at 3:30 in the afternoon, who didn't take "no" well, and everything had escalated from there.

"What do you want me to say, Steve? Thank you for protecting me? Thank you for always managing to show up exactly when I need you? If so, thank you!"

"Why does it bother you that I care if you're safe or not!"

"Because it's you!" Eddie screams.

Steve's eyes widen and his lips part in shock, a look that morphs into hurt. "I... see. I- let me walk you back to your van and I'll get outta your hair."

Eddie hates that he's hurt Steve, because he's an asshole that lashes out. He knows that whatever conclusion Steve's come to in his mind is wrong. He knows that Steve is blaming himself, trying to find out where he went wrong but he didn't. Eddie did.

"Not yet. Please. If Michael's still there I don't want him to see what car I get into. Y'know. Just in case." Eddie doesn't say it to get sympathy points, but he watches as Steve softens anyway.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

They wait in silence, and Eddie hates how tense it feels. But he made this bed.

-

Continued with tomorrow's prompt.

@steddielovemonth @nburkhardt @i-less-than-three-you @afewproblems @skepsiss

#steddie #my fic #steddielovemonth #not edited #cw: faggot

[radiant-reid]

hopping on the hot wife bandwagon… can you reason a blurb of when it’s y/n and spencer’s wedding day and while they’re having dinner the team finally decided to ask the question they’ve been dying to ask forever, “so how the hell did you to get together?” and they all found out little spencer is actually smooth and flirty

yessss. also this is meant to have the same vibe as JJ's wedding

HIM ^^ always him

Sitting around a large table in Rossi's backyard with the BAU family is exactly where she wants to be for her first meal being married to the love of her life. It's peaceful, personal and nice to see all of her husband's colleagues relaxed for once.

Spencer's as perfect as the day they met, hair parted down the middle and held in place with gel rather than curls messy on top of his head. A thing that's never changed is how in awe of her he is, speechless whenever he looks at her for too long and constantly wondering how he'd ended up with everything he ever wanted sitting next to him.

"You doing okay, handsome?" She whispers, touching his shoulder as she leans over.

He's literally never been better. "Yeah, of course."

"No regret yet?" She jokes.

Spencer grins widely, shaking his head. "Never."

Before they can continue having their moment of intimacy, Emily draws their attention away from each other. "So I've got to know, how did Spencer actually manage to get with someone as hot as you?" She's definitely had a few too many, judging by her slurred speech and bluntness, but the team can't deny they're all thinking it. "No offense, Spence. She is way out of your league, though."

He scoffs playfully. "Thanks." He knows it's true, too, no one has the warm glow and gorgeousness that she has, but he's more than reassured that she's only in love with him.

"Tell us the story." Penelope insists also.

Y/n frowns. "I'm not sure there's much to tell." She admits. It had been one of the best days of her life, of course, but it was also probably the most ordinary day she'd ever had in her time knowing Spencer Reid.

"There's got to be something." JJ tries to nudge her to spill because none of them can imagine how it happened.

"Well, it was at a bar." Y/n starts, immediately stopped by the confused looks on everyone else's faces. "What?"

"Spencer at a bar? Without one of us dragging him there?" Morgan asks incredulously.

Spencer laughs, jumping in to explain that night from his perspective. "You did drag me there." Spencer points out. "You just left early... Jasmine, I think her name was?"

Everyone laughs at that, knowing Morgan's tendencies to be a ladies' man. "Spencer was, I don't know, suave, charming, smooth." She's looking for the right word, but each one doesn't seem impressive enough to describe him.

He's looking at her with puppy dog eyes, totally love-sick. "And handsome." He adds.

"The most handsome." She amends, but when she turns to see the team's reaction, she's shocked by how shocked they look.

"Did you just use the word suave to describe Spencer, or did I imagine that?" Penelope asks, her mouth lingering open. None of them can imagine it. Sure, he's endearing with his awkwardness, but he's terrible with women he's attracted to, to the point of aversion.

They also don't imagine her standards were low, not when she's so immaculate, which makes it even more puzzling that Spencer managed to land her.

Y/n nods. "Yeah." She answers. "He totally charmed me. Honestly, I worried he was a playboy, but I don't think I had any reason to worry."

"You definitely did not." Morgan agrees passionately before he can help himself. "I saw him flirt with a girl in a bar once, he sucked." He exposes Spencer.

"What?" Y/n asks, tipping her head to the side to look at her husband. "What happened to I never do this?" She presses him, voice dropping lower to mimic his from that night.

He holds up his hands defensively. "Technically, I was only successful once."

"When you divorce," Emily interrupts the playful retort Y/n's about to make. "Can I take you out, Y/n?"

Spencer giggles with Y/n at that, and the whole team joins in on the laughter when Morgan jumps in with his offer. "Nuh-uh, if she were going to date anyone else here, it would be me."

While they argue, she rests her head on Spencer's shoulder and whispers that she loves him and his smile only grows bigger.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

[evilcowgirl]

hiii!!! i love your writing so much omgg i just had to request :) would you write something about some of the van der linde boys with a badass gunslinging gf??

Van Der Linde boys with a gunslinging gf

pairings: javier, arthur, charles (x reader)

a/n: omg thank u so so soo much for my first ever request i was literally soo excited when i saw this !! it took a while i apologize but heres a few drabbles(?) of the 3 guys i'm able to write rn, maybe a continuation when i get into writing others ! also, merry christmas .✧⋆ !!!! :D

warnings: minor violence

word count: (combined) 4k

summery: collection of short stories, the boys with a gf who can handle a gun

Javier

You and Javier were a force to be reckoned with. Both of you were equally as dangerous apart but together somewhat of a perfect storm was created. You first met each other in a rather conventional fashion—a simple "Hello" uttered from behind a lipstick-stained rocks glass at a dingy bar.

He somehow found the courage in his under his alcohol induced haze to respond to you with words.

He barely even slurred, "Hello to you too." He took a seat right next to you. He was a little buzzed, but not unattractively so. Just enough for him to smile a bit more than he usually would and to have the confidence to suavely slide his hand over yours as you two spoke.

You didn't get too far in your conversation before you were interrupted. You were used to drunk men thinking they had a chance with you but never two at the same time. It was amusing at first but when he noticed Javier clearly holding your attention he didn't back off.

"Hey sweetheart you ignoring me?"

"Don't I look busy asshole?" You say begrudgingly shifting your attention away from Javier to the pest hovering next to you.

"C'mon sweetheart don't be mean. . ." He mumbled out, he seemed harmless but you knew how quickly guys like this could flip.

"I'm not your sweetheart, you can leave now." You said bluntly.

Clearly this guy wasn't letting up, he got even closer to you in fact. You could feel his breath against your cheek and smell the stench of liquor on his breath.

"You should be careful with an attitude like that girl," He said in a hushed tone, this time you could hear the venom in his words loud and clear, "You might end up gettin' hurt real bad."

Javier had caught the last part, perhaps not verbatim but he'd heard the words "Hurt" and "Bad" and decided he didn't care too much for clarification.

Before he was able to step in to create a space between you and the man you were quick to draw your gun on him. There were a few gasps at the quick motion, everyone in close proximity stilled waiting to see what you'd do. Including Javier who was clearly less on edge than the rest of the civilians observing the situation.

You couldn't lie, the attention you felt from all the eyes on you was exciting in a way you knew you were dead wrong for liking.

"I said to fuck off, didn't I?" You questioned, your voice was steady and smooth like you'd just been carrying on a conversation with the man and not threatening to paint the bar with his blood.

He was trembling in his seat, not able to look anywhere but from your eyes and the barrel of your gun aimed right at his chest. It was a clear threat, you always aimed to kill.

"Hey, sweetheart, look—I ain't lookin' for no trouble just drunk is all," He said nervously, his hands up in defense, "C'mon just—I was just teasing I'm harmless really!"

"I'll show you harmless alright!" You all but growled at the man. He flinched at your words but decided to keep defending himself.

He was the type to not know when to stop talking, you soaked in his desperation for a bit, waiting until he'd humiliated himself enough for one night before you lowered your gun.

"Get." You ordered him, turning away from like the moment you stopped aiming, like he'd stopped existing. He bolted without another word, tipping over his stool and stumbling over folks on the way out. You knew that it was best to leave right after him, just incase someone took offense to what had just gone down but Javier gave you a sense of security that made you feel like finishing your drink.

"Sorry about that. . ." You said smiling up at the man who was still perched right next to you, you noticed his hand on his blade sitting at his hip.

"Javier." He said returning the smile. You felt a bit giddy that you hadn't scared your man off. You were sure that he'd be leaving right behind that drunkard but here he was grinning at you like you were some angel sent down to start bar fights.

"Javier," You said slowly, letting the letters roll of your tongue, "Thats pretty." You said.

He seemed amused at that. You told him your name and that you had to get going soon for obvious reasons and he nodded.

Javier was honestly distraught at hearing that, he hopped that he'd get to spend more time with you. You were unlike any other girl he'd met. Of course it had just started as a simple lust driven opportunity, but now he wanted more from you.

"Though I'd hate to lose you so soon, muñeca​." He said leaning in closer, a confident hand coming up to stroke your cheek. You knew that he had to be crazy to be attracted to you after your outburst.

"Yeah?" you said leaning into his touch, "What about the hotel across from the sheriffs?" You suggested.

There was a twinkle in your eyes of something alive and eager that Javier knew he would never get enough of.

After just one night with you he knew that he was smitten. You'd been together for hours and fell asleep in each other's arms in a post-coital bliss. Now here he was waking up to you grabbing your gun off the nightstand before even pulling your shirt on.

"I have to see you again." He said into the dark room. You smiled immediately turning to face him. You could make out his face already looking back at you under the glow of the still barely rising. His arms resting behind his head, you couldn't tell if he'd been awake like that four hours or if you'd waken him up with your movements. You inched towards his side of the bed, not bothering to button your shirt all the way before you leaned down to kiss him. It was slow and entrancing, you felt like you could melt right into his skin as he glided a hand over your bare back. You moved the loose strands of ink colored hair out of his face to kiss his forehead and resisted the urge to stay when he grabbed your arm to keep you close.

"I have to go." You said more sorrowful than you expected. It was true, you weren't here to stay, "I can't be in town like this—I should. . .It was a risk to even be with you for a night here."

He nodded, something you didn't expect after your stuttered excuse, "I understand. I'm in a similar position." He said. You tilted your head at him in confusion. "If you'd like you can come back with me. I'm running with a few people, I'm sure you've heard of us."

You considered for a moment. You weren't stupid; you knew that Javier wasn't just a normal man you met in a bar. He didn't look like an O'Driscoll and that was all you really cared about. You had no real home and even with how much pride you took in your ability to take care of yourself you knew that strength was truly in numbers. You were alone, defending yourself with just your words and your revolver. It usually worked but you'd been way too close for comfort countless times. It was getting more dangerous everyday.

"Mmh. . . I dunno. I've been on my own so long. I'm not that good with people." You said looking down at the pale sheets beneath you. You wanted to stay here longer with him, listening to his voice for another night.

It felt ridiculous to even consider letting a man you'd just met lead you off somewhere unfamiliar just because he was a good lay. At the same time though, it felt even more ridiculous letting a chance like this go. You were tired of fighting for your life all on your own. It'd be good to have at least one person by your side, even if it was only temporary.

"I wouldn't lie to you, mi muñeca, we protect each other. You'll be safer with us—with me." He cradles one of your hands in his.

"You're real sincere, anybody ever tell you that?" You say to him jokingly.

"Yes? Just one of my many talents I suppose. Does that mean you'll join us?"

His brown eyes peer so deeply into yours. You wonder if he feels just as hopeless looking at you as you do looking at him. You lean in to kiss him once more, its just as delicate as the air feels between you two.

"Yes, I will." You say against his lips.

You feel him smile as he reaches around your waist to pull you on top of him. You squeal embarrassingly but it's covered up by another kiss, this one not so brisk.

Arthur

Arthur had always been the protective type when it came to people who he loved. It didn't matter that you could take care of yourself or even that you wanted to take care of yourself. It was natural for him to make sure you're safe; if anything was to happen to you he was sure he'd go insane.

You joined the group around the same time as Javier, the both of you bonded over your status as a newcomer and eventually your fondness for Arthur. He was stubborn and mean as a rabid dog sometimes, but there was something special—not so harsh behind those bright blue eyes.

You took a while to fess up about your feelings towards him. In the end it was you first and him following the next day, admitting to you that he felt the same way like a man admitting to a crime he'd be hung for. You'd been polishing your gun then and had the malevolent instinct to point that gun right between those blue eyes that made you so weak. It made you furious that he'd let you feel like a food for a whole night before telling you. Instead though, you dropped your gun on the wooden table where you sat at and rushed over to kiss him. Feverishly like you we're dying for it. He blushed of course, soothing you with a firm hand at you waist.

"Hey girl, calm down." He'd said with that rough chuckle of his. It was absolutely sickening how gone you were for him.

Now you were both stuck in Valentine with your guns drawn and bullets flying faster than you've ever seen. it'd started in the saloon, like things like this usually do. You decided to have a drink together and play like a normal couple for a bit. It was sweet, you with your leg tangled up against his under the bar and the way you leaned against him to let out a drunk giggle at just about everything he said, funny or not.

I'd all come to a screeching halt when Tilly came in looking terribly distressed as her eyes searched for you and Arthur. You stood up at seeing your friend like that, rushing over to her with your man not far behind.

"Tilly what is it?" You asked her looking lover her quickly to see of she was harmed.

"It's these men we was trying to rob, me and Karen. They caught on and tried to grab us both right near the general store, I got away but," She took a breath as you held her shoulder, "Karen's still with them."

You'd been angry since the moment you saw Tilly walk in with her cheeks tear-stained, but now that you knew another member of the gang was in danger you were furious.

"You stay here with him, I'll take care of this alright?" You say to her and then you're rushing off again. You pull your rifle in hand right then.

"Hey hey, wait up." Arthur says pulling your arm. You're first reaction is to tug it away from his grip, which doesn't work he only holds on tighter. "Now I ain't lettin' you go on your own," He says and you can tell that's final, you simply roll your eyes. "Tilly why don't you head back to camp, you move fast and don't make any stops. Go on and leave right after us." She nods.

"Be safe." She says to both of you, wiping a bruised cheek.

You both walk together at a quick pace but silently. He knows that you're mad at him and doesn't push it for now.

"There." You say pointing to the struggling blonde. They hadn't got very far at all with all of Karen's kicking and scratching. They seemed to have just gotten her arms tied up as she lay over one of their horses.

"Hey you sons of bitches!" You yelled as you broke into a run, "Let her go!"

They both turn to you, the shorter one of the two grabbing Karen by her tied hands and holding her in front of him as a shield. They're both grimy-looking with these snarky grins and matching blue eyes that made you feel sick as they peered into you.

"Can we help you lady?" The taller one says, a calm hand tapping against his sidearm. This was meant to intimidate you but it did nothing of the sort. You knew you could take down both of these men blindfolded and drunk in one second if it came to that.

"Alright, fun's over, let go of they lady and we'll let you on your way." Arthur said standing a bit between you and the two men. This didn't stop you from shooting daggers at them with your eyes.

"Now partner, you can't possibly expect us to let 'er off this easy after she stole from us?" The shorter one grunts. Karen stops her struggling and simply looks to you.

"We were just plannin' to teach her a lesson." The other comments with a chuckle in his voice, like this whole thing was a game to him. You couldn't take anymore of this.

"You let her go or I'll have your head splattered all across this town. Both of you." You move in front of Arthur, bumping his shoulder pretty harsh as you did. You reached for Karen but was stopped by cold metal against your side.

"Hey, get ahold of your woman 'for somethin' bad happens to her."

It's real tense all of the sudden, even more so than it was before. You stayed calm though, unfortunately quite used to having guns aimed at you. Before Arthur could make his move you were using the heel of your rifle to hit the man across his temple with all the strength you could muster.

Red splattered across the dirt as he fell unconscious. Almost simultaneously the other fell right next to him in a worse condition, a bullet just like you'd promised.

You wasted no time aiming at the other once more. You never left a jobs unfinished or a man still breathing.

"Go to hell." You whispered just to him before pulling the trigger.

"C'mon." Arthur said with a shake of his head in that low voice he used when he was pissed off at you. You couldn't help but smile at it. He was going straight towards his horse that you'd both arrived here on only an hour ago. You were sad to have tour date cut short but you had mere seconds before the law was onto you.

"Thank you both, I would've died having to listen to those two idiots bickering any longer."

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, telling her that it was your pleasure before catching up with Arthur.

"You grumpy man, ain't you gotten used to me yet?" You said as he helped you up on his mare. Even when he was disappointed with you, which happened much too often with you attitude, he never failed to be a gentleman. Not that he would ever admit that.

"And you ain't gotten tired of almost losing your damn life? I could've handled that" He scolds you. You lean against his back as you two make your way back to camp as a silent apology, though you plan to make it up to him later in private.

Charles

Charles was intrigued by you the moment you were brought into camp. When he first laid eyes on you your skirt all torn and frayed at the hem with Dutch carrying you over his shoulder like a misbehaved child. It wasn't too common to see newcomers being pulled in like this; a fresh face in camp met with tons of questions—especially a pretty one.

What was surprising to everyone was Charles' blatant interest in you. He asked just about everyone who you were and where you'd come from. At first it was just written off as him being overly concerned about a stranger at camp but the women quickly caught on to that glimmer in his eye when you were mentioned.

Dutch had found you attempting to hold up the same bank that he and a few others were at planning on doing the same. You'd looked so unassuming; just a harmless little thing waiting to retrieve her mail. No one gave you a second thought until you were threatening to put bullets into the skulls of anyone who so much as thought of moving.

Dutch and his boys had no choice but to comply until you were done emptying out the stash, silencing the brave bank teller who had the valour to attempt taking you out and two civilians with loud mouths within a second. Three bullets, none of them missing. After you left the boys came after you, Dutch hitting you over the head and tying you up before the law had to chance to.

"She fought like hell," Micah said talking a seat near where Charles was standing. Charles didn't much enjoy his company but tolerated it from time to time. "Nearly shot me right between the eyes, the bitch. Would have if Dutch hadn't knocked her out."

Charles simply hummed in response. He noted the abrasion right above his left eye that was still spotted with dried blood.

"I'll be glad to see someone put her down soon. Can't believe we let a woman get over on us." He continued.

You were dragged behind the wagon by Dutch where no one could see. It like that for a short while before Dutch was seen again, walking out with a proud grin on his face heading towards Charles and Micah.

Even with only having known of your existence for a few minutes Charles was desperate to find out what happened to you. Were you killed? There was no gunshot—maybe strangled?

When Dutch approached he nodded to both of you. "Charles, my boy, I'm sure you're well aware of our visitor? I trust I can ask you a favor and that you'll get it done well. She's tied up behind that wagon over yonder, get her clean, fresh clothes and something to eat. She'll be here a while."

Micah didn't hide his distaste, "She'll be staying a while? That bitch that almost killed me? If anything I should handle this, I'll scare her up real good." There was a fire in his eyes that Charles didn't like, he was out for revenge.

When Micah started to stand he pushed him back down with a firm hand at his shoulder, "If he wanted her terrorized he would've asked you." The man's dark blue eyes were shooting daggers at Charles, but he kept himself in place for his own sake. They'd had issues before and they hadn't ended well for him.

"Truly exceptional, my boy," Dutch commented, "I see value in this girl, she's dangerous and we need danger on our side during these faithless times. In all my years I've ever seen a woman handle a gun like that." He says handing over a handgun. It was sliver with floral carvings at the handle along with an engraved rabbit.

Micah scoffed but didn't protest. Just then there was a loud crash coming right from where you'd been left.

"I do suppose that that is your cue." Dutch said, taking his leave to his tent.

Charles was right behind him, heading towards you where you'd managed to knock down a few things from the wagon with your struggling. Nothing too important, just a crate of canned foods that were now surrounding you.

This didn't stop you from tugging at your restraints like your life depended on it—it just might.

When Charles approached you the first thing you noticed was your gun in his hand. After that, it was the long haired man holding it. He was taller than the rest of the men who'd helped in taking you hostage. Broad shoulders and a muscular figure hidden behind his loose fitting shirt.

"Hey my gun! You got it back for me." You said excitedly.

"Yeah, just as long as you don't try anything with it. I'm hoping I won't regret it." He seemed sweet enough.

You smiled to him when he handed you your gun. You used one hand to take your gun and the other to shake his hand right after. He was taken aback by your touch but still shook your hand anyways. You thought childishly that your hands fit together really nicely.

"Well, I ain't really got any reason to shoot you. I just met you, i'm civil enough," You said, " I don't even know your name yet." You knew in your conscience that you had no business wanting to know this mans name, any of the men infact. They had all played a part in your capturing and unlawful imprisonment here.

"It's Charles, and Civil?" Charles said with an easy smirk on his face. You thought of how good it felt to make him smile.

"Of course! About as civil as they come these days. I hope you aren't attempting to dishonor a lady, Charles." You say patting his leg.

"Robbing a bank and shooting three people is civil?"

"Nowadays. . ." You say honestly. It was about the only way for someone like you to get by, other than selling yourself in town.

"I guess so. . . I can't say much since my friends were in there looking to do the same. They say you're really good with a firearm." Charles says.

"Who said? The blonde one? I should've shot him where he stood when I had the chance—the bastard." You remember the way he'd grabbed you right when you left the bank. You were sure you had a bruise on your arm from it. Though, you'd certainly left him worse off.

"Micah. . . yeah he's something." The man says not sounding too offended at how you'd blatantly insulted his gang mate.

"Is that what y'all call degenerates 'round here?" You said with a laugh. You could tell Charles somewhat agreed. You weren't sure too what extent with his whole 'impassive observer' thing he had going on. "I need to keep one eye open if i'm gonna be here a while if he's just wandering around. We didn't really have great first impressions."

The man nodded, "You emasculated him. He's frightened of you."

You smiled, a smile too sweet to be owned by who Charles had been told was a murderer. "He should be. He's real lucky to be alive." There's a brief pause where you think over your next words but eventually you decide that you have nothing left to lose. "You seem different than the rest of them."

Charles seems surprised by your observation. It was obvious to you though, he had a calm air around him that was refreshing after being manhandled by the rest of the gang up until you found yourself here on the ground. Of course, you didn't know Charles very well. All that you knew at this point was his first name and how remarkably handsome he was.

"We have our differences, as does anyone with such a large group like ours. You'll fit in well." He says.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "What makes you think I'll be staying?" You ask him.

"Dutch plans to keep your around, but I'm sure if you really want to get out of here you could ." He shrugs.

It's getting late, you feel the slight chill of the night creeping in and you envy the girls you see sitting out by their tents. It really was a fine set-up. With a cook and women to do chores. They obviously had their fair share of muscle, even a few men you hadn't met yet. Still it hurt your pride to think of submitting to a place like this.

"You seem impartial. You wouldn't miss me Charles?" You teased.

He looked away flustered at your words. "One of the worst things you can do is keep something wild in captivity."

You searched his face for something more, a hint to what he was thinking, but there was none. You yawned, stretching our your bound legs as much as you could.

"I'm pretty tired, maybe I could think it over tonight?" You suggested. If by the morning you decided this spontaneous crush was nothing more and came to your senses you'd be able to get out of there before sunrise.

"We'd have to find somewhere for you to sleep." He said gesturing for your legs. You shifted closer to him, dirtying your dress even more so that he could release you. His skilled fingers worked over the knot, loosening it enough for you to kick it off.

"Thank you." You smiled

You both made your way over to a lean-to where Charles lays down a cot. You feel just as out pf place as you look but your try not to let it bother you. You wave at a few friendly faces and keep your head down at others.

"I would feel better with you sleeping near me, with your situation and all." You nod. You have your gun back, but you're exhausted and honestly you feel better with Charles right next to you.

That night you spend hours talking about each and everything that pops into your head. You find yourself more talkative than usual even though Charles is a man of very few words. He's a delightful listener. He gives these subtle nods and hums that let you know he cares about whatever you're saying. By morning you find yourselves face to face and much closer than you'd started the night before.

When he finna opens his eyes a few minutes after you theres still stars in the dark morning sky. The glow of the sun not yet risen leaves a gorgeous hue over everything beneath it. It's so peaceful, the security of camp and feeling Charles' warmth from how close you two we're laying.

You whisper, "I think I'll stay."

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #arthur morgan imagine #javier escuella imagine #charles smith imagine #red dead redemption 2

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My biggest regret

Chapter ten

I think it’s time I wrap this story up cause I’m bored 🙄

Anyways 600 likes or I’m quitting tumblr 👹

Muah 🩷

**

"Chan?" She questioned trying to squint her eyes. "Chan is that you?" The guy on the bed sat up and his face was now clearly visible. It wasn't Chan but instead it was someone that looked like him.

"Oh My God, I'm so sorry," her  face went pale as the feeling of embarrassment quickly crawled up her face. If that wasn't Chan (Thank God) where was Chan?

She quickly closed the door and looked around feeling helpless. Why couldn't she find him? Where was he hiding? Was he with another girl? Her brain started to overthink. The jump scare she just received being the cause of it.

"Hey? Y/n? You okay?" A soft voice yelled over the loud music playing.

"No Hyun, I don't know where Chan is and 2/8 of the boys are really wasted, I want to go home," she frowned.

"Hey, look at me," his hand softly touched her chin and guided her face in his direction, "I'll help you yeah? No need to get worked up," he was slowly getting closer to her. His body heat radiating against her.

"Thank you so much Hyunjin. I didn't mean to spoil your fun. I'm just so tired and my head hurts-"

"You don't need to explain it, let's just look for all the boys we can spot first then when we're done we look for Chan, does that sound like a plan?"

Her brain was mushy. Not because she was drunk but because his body was right close to hers. He had his one arm wrapped around her waist while the other was holding his drink. His mouth was close by her ear and his hot breath was hitting her sensitive neck. How could she possible think straight if he was so close?

"Y-yeah...I think-" she took a step back from his towering figure and to this Hyunjin smirked because he knew what he was doing. "I think I saw Changbin and Seungmin by the Food bar, let's go get them,"

"After you princess," he gladly let her through as she directed both of them to the table with snacks and lo and behold there stood Changbin and Seungmin snacking off like usual.

The two boys looked over feeling a bit guilty but they knew they were caught, "Y/nnie! Look what they have! takis and pickles!" Changbin slurred.

"You guys are on diet for comeback season!" Hyunjin quickly smacked the snacks out of there hands.

"We just wanted takis," they both pouted,

"Awe! Hyunjin! They’re both harmless and this one time won't hurt, be nice and let them enjoy their break," she scolded the older boy who found it quite amusing.

"Fine but if the manger complains-"

"I'll whoop their ass! Go ahead boys get your snacks so I can walk you guys to the cars,"

"We're leaving already?" Seungmin sways back and forth knowing he had a lot to drink, "we just got here!"

"Yes and look at you guys, your acting like you can't control your liquor," Hyunjin jumps in defense, "and she isn't feeling well, so let's go people,"

Y/n sends Hyunjin a quick thank you glance before she makes her way to the kitchen where she finds Han bent over in the sink while Felix tried to rub his back. Well it looked like he was trying but in all honesty he wasn't doing much.

"What happened?" She asked rushing over to the two.

"Han threw up on the floor then in the sink, I'm so disgusted," Felix gags before rushing out the door.

"Aw you poor thing! Is it the alcohol making you feel this way?" He groans and shakes his head no before going in for another round. The vomit burning his throat.

Y/n's mother instincts quickly kick in as she grabbed the water bottle from the counter and started to wash him up. She hated vomit but no one else was sober enough to help her except for leeknow stumbled into the kitchen and got extremely worried once he saw it was Han.

"How can I help Y/n?" He said sobering up and washing his hands.

"Help me carry him to the car once I'm done. I can't risk him using these bathrooms because I don't know what germs are currently crawling on the surfaces," she grabbed some ice from the fridge hoping she wasnt crossing boundaries but yet again she didn't care because she didn't know the people. "Make sure he doesn't sleep leeknow or else it'll get worse, I'm going to grab I.N, Hannah and Chan so we can go,"

"Thank you so much Y/n, I owe you one,"

"No need to mention it!" She grabbed her back and the clothes she help take off of Han which were covered in vomit and made her way to the back door where she called the two younger lover birds.

"Ew, ew, ew!" Hannah gagged and she held onto the vomit clothes.

"That's what you get for leaving me!" Y/n squealed before storming away to find Chan but this time she didn't have to look because he was instead looking for her.

"Chan! Where the fuck have you been? Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Do you know what your members have been up to? I'm so mad at you right now, I cant even talk to you-"

"Hey! Woah! Calm down Y/n, what's the matter? What happened?" He looked surprised and shocked. The attack caught him off guard.

"Han started vomiting, Felix was being suffocated by girls, leeknow can barely walk, Hannah and I.N are being lover birds not even bothering to help! I feel sick and I want to go home now," tears were in here eyes as she spoke. Her body shaking from all the frustration and anger. Chan knew he couldn't talk to her in this state so instead he listened and agreed to follow her back to the cars where Everbody was.

"Y/nnie, there you are, Han says he feels hot and I don't know what to do," Hyunjin tried to grab her from Chan but Chan's arm automatically wrapped around her marking his territory. Hyunjin glared at Chan who also was glaring back.

"Han? Love can you hear me?" She spoke while ignoring the two childish boys. Her soft voice broke their little staring contest to admire her. How soft she is.

"My stomach hurts really bad," he groans, "and it's so hot,"

"Should I take you to the hospital or shall the boys take you?"

"Can you take me? Please," he begged.

"Okay, I geuss all of you are going to have to squeeze in the other cars. I'll take him to the doctor and then we'll meet you at home,"

"But you said you were tired-"

"It's okay Channie, I'll be fine. Just go home and prepare his room with warm blankets. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah yeah," he quickly kissed her forehead and got everyone to get into the car while Y/n and Han left for the hospital. His head rested on her lap as she massaged his scalp trying to calm him down. They would stop now and again just in case he felt like throwing up or passing out.

**

"Food poisoning," was what the doctor said it was and once they gave him his medication and a two hour IV, saying She was tired was an understatement.

"Thank you Y/n," Han whispered as they pulled up to the house, "you barely know me but you take care of me like my mother," he giggled.

"It comes naturally and I know being sick sucks, let's just get you in bed," she slowly guided him into the house where they find all the boys (and girl) seated watching a movie. Automatically leeknow helps carry the smaller boy to his room as Y/n collapsed on the couch. So tired.

"Bed time?" Chan's body was hovering over hers. The little moan that escaped from her mouth was a response and he straight away carried her to his room where she fell asleep. Deep sleep.

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[doberbutts]

OK this is a weird one & u don't have to respond but I just wanted to say that like, it's about how you've spoken about owning a gun or PPD before. I'm in the UK and I'm very much a minority but I've never had anything too terrible happen. And then today a man threatened to beat the shit out of me and my dog, and called me slurs, and we were alone in a field while he was in a car. And that was the first time I've ever thought "oh if I had a gun this wouldn't be as scary, I would be a lot.safer". Of course if I had access to a gun so would he, so there's a major downside. But also if my dog were a big dog who could defend me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as worried or scared. I just wanna thank you for how candid you are about Defending Yourself because yeah, I sure am thinking about when I can get a bitey dog - I hoped it wasn't something I needed but it turns out maybe I do.

This is an older ask, one that was buried at the bottom of my inbox and I never really knew how to respond to it.

To begin: I have never owned a gun in my entire life. The closest would be a brightly colored plastic water gun from the dollar store in the early 90s, and even then my parents weren't super comfortable with their kids handling them, so I think they were in use all of two or three times before they went in the attic for storage and never returned. I never had any sort of fake gun besides that, even one that didn't fire anything. I remember playing with a plastic light-up gun (no chamber, you pulled the trigger and the sides and barrel lit up and it made a loud laser pew pew noise) at my cousin's house once and my mom caught me and FREAKED OUT even after I showed her it was fake.

I do, however, know how to fire a gun and know gun safety. I have held and used guns in the past, as a child. My mom's family hunts for sustenance as they are often too poor for the grocery store and ammo can be gotten cheaper, and my Grandfather was adamant that no grandchild of his would go hungry because they didn't know how to shoot game. I startled a friend of mine when I correctly mimicked firing a rifle during a story I was telling, because he exclusively knows me as someone who does not like guns, and he did not expect me to know how to hold one.

I understand gun culture is very different here than in the UK, and that the above paragraphs may come as a bit of a culture shock to you. I don't know the UK self defense laws very well as it's not really my country, but I've heard they are very restrictive on what you can do to protect yourself without getting in trouble for having a weapon in the first place. I would tread lightly when thinking about getting a protective dog to defend you. You might end up with having your dog taken away.

[sethshead]

When you actually listen to the student protestors' vision, you find that it is substantively identical to that of the even more radical, violent protestors outside. To define Ashkenazim as inherently the oppressors of brown people is both bigoted and historically ignorant. To call Zionists "Babylon swine" is a slur against all Jews. To permit Jews into your encampment and allow them to celebrate Passover (a holiday about our return to the homeland of Eretz Yisrael, which ends with the words "Next year in Jerusalem") is not indicative of seeing us as equals when you also call to strip Jews as a people of the right to self-determination and self-defense. If you would see the seven million Jews of Israel expelled or fall into the clutches of a Hamas that has promised to slaughter or enslave every Jew they get their hands on, then you will ill upon the Jews. If you wish to see Jews as a vulnerable minority throughout the world, with no dedicated safe haven, in living memory of the Holocaust and the ethnic cleansing of a million Jews from the Arab world, then you wish ill upon the Jews. If you do not care what happens to the Jews of Israel if Israel is suddenly no more, then your callousness makes clear that you are no friend to the Jews. If you cannot understand why the Jews (and many non-Jews) of Israel will fight to the very last (a nuclear-tipped last, I should add) to defend Jewish self-determination in Eretz Yisrael and think a few more Oct. 7s, a few more rockets, more dead on both sides, more rejection of a sovereign Palestine within a two-state paradigm will bring about the fall of Israel, then you don't much care about the Palestinians, either.

In light of this, the Jews in that encampment look less like welcome guests than like dhimam, tolerated only so long as they accept their subject, subordinate status and praise the rulers who have power over them. Don't forget: even after accepting subjugation and onerous taxation as the price of dhimitude, the Jews of Khaibar were still expelled by their Muslim overlords. No Jew is safe depending on the beneficence of others for the simple right to live.

I appreciate Powell's article: unlike anything you read in the New York Times, where concerned Jews at Columbia are balanced by anti-Zionist Jews on a one-to-one basis, this article at least implies, meekly, that the Jews allied with the encampment are a distinct minority, and that the mainstream Jewish student body is very much on edge among their anti-Zionist peers and professors. That is a situation that should never have been allowed to happen.

[nekropsii]

man what I hate about the fandom excusing the Dave blog with the n word like "it's not IN the comic so it's not canon" is that in THE comic, Hussie was way too obsessed with having Dave rap about segregation and slavery as quips one of the first raps even referenced the slur negro, which textually went over many people's heads (because "it's just "black" in French") when the context was racist white men in segregation-era and how they pronounced that very closely to the well-known slur, pronouncing it with "knee" these types of raps weren't just in Act 1, it was even in Act 3 it's so uncomfortable considering Hussie said "I just type out how I'd talk" when it came to Dave's dialogue, considering his humor and how those raps and the blog came into light it's so annoying how people keep suggesting it's not IN the comic at all- like it's giving "read it once 5 years ago and never freshened up on it while still debating it", y'know?

I'll give as many sources to what you said here as I can, just so people listen more. Wasn't able to track everything down, so some things are more up in the air, but overall, you're on the money.

[Blog of Dave Strider- February 17, 2010.]

I heavily agree and identify with your frustration. Just because it's "not in the comic" doesn't mean Hussie didn't write it and that it's not worth evaluating. This isn't a case where you can disregard it for noncanonicity reasons, like Post Canon. This was written concurrently with canon, and therefore it reflects the political mindset of Hussie during the time of writing Homestuck. That much is valuable information. What I will point out is that the next paragraph here contains yet another phrase that is rather telling of Hussie's... Racial vocabulary.

Definitely not the most comfortable thing in the world, to put it nicely. Haven't personally seen it get mentioned, and I feel like it's apt to bring up here, since this is the closest I've seen Hussie get to the big Hard R. Typically, they default to Soft A, which doesn't make it less racist, but does have a different... Vibe, so to speak. It's more hateful sounding.

Moving on.

[Andrew Hussie's Formspring- Feb 24, 2010 - Mar 7, 2010. Exact date unknown.]

The fact that Dave is a near exact emulation of Hussie themself in speech mannerisms, down to the lifting of entire chatlogs, is telling. As we've seen from Hussie's past work, he was clearly... excessively comfortable with throwing around the N-word, as a white man. Why would Dave be any different? It's hard to argue that Dave's racism is "not indicative of Dave's flaws, but indicative of Hussie's", when Dave as a character is both a product of Hussie's mind and a direct extension of her. You can't truly divorce the two. Dave is racist because Hussie is racist. Dave is an extension of Hussie.

[Homestuck, Act 2, page 294- June 23, 2009.]

I believe this is what you were talking about in reference to that particular version of the N-word being used, as well as the references to slavery. This is in Act 2. I couldn't find much in Dave's other raps, outside of his fixation on the idea of Black presidents as a novel concept... Other than this.

[Homestuck, Act 5 Act 2, page 2825- November 1, 2010.]

Apparently using the term "Urban" to refer to Black people, culture, art, and music is a recurring Hussie-ism, even in Homestuck. Rose also uses this a couple times, notably more than Dave does. It sees more usage in Problem Sleuth as well- unsurprising, considering it is an older work than Homestuck is.

[Homestuck, Act 4, page 1590- March 17, 2010.]

[Homestuck, [o], page 3879- July 2, 2011.]

[Problem Sleuth, page 62- March 15, 2008.]

TL;DR: I don't think there's any real excuse to leave Hussie's racism out of genuine discussion of the contents of his works. It's obvious. The only valid defense for leaving it out of analytical conversations is ignorance, because... Well, some people just aren't that observant. Homestuck does not exist in a vacuum. Hussie did, in fact, write this, and Hussie is, in fact, bigoted. Bigotry shows throughout their works not because they're spinning a grand narrative of overcoming your moral failings, but because they kind of just suck. Dave isn't an exception, and shouldn't be divorced from the context of having been written by Andrew Hussie. There's no debate to be had over the existence of Hussie's bigotry, because contesting such a clear cut fact is pure stupidity. It's like arguing that evolution isn't real because you, personally, do not understand it, or don't find it comforting. Hussie's bigotry is one of the only things we can be 100% sure is a real part of his personhood, rather than another figment of his ironic online persona. The level of "Well, Actually"-ism people will engage in over this is mind-numbing, quite frankly.

Thank you for the ask- people being aware of the racism in Homestuck keep me sane. Have a lovely day.

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[newvegascowboy]

The thing is, I dont care if people like JGraham. I don't think people who like him are bad people (unless you were a part of the group last year who used anti indigenous slurs in their discord and said things like "breed out the tribal". Then I think you're bad. But that's besides the point).

I'm a self admitted vulpes enjoyer! He sucks and I find him fascinating. As a villain and a narrative device, I think he's interesting, and I'm not saying anybody shouldnt feel that way about Joshua, as much as I personally dislike him. The thing that grinds my gears is making excuses for why Joshua cant be a villain, why the narrative redeems him. Because it doesnt.

Nobody is saying that you arent allowed to like joshua Graham, but when you make these posts in his defense, I gotta ask myself if we played the same game and met the same character, because I dont know how you can walk away from HH and not think to yourself, "Wow, that guy was fucking deranged." When I see takes defending him and claiming that he's ACTUALLY A GOOD GUY, PEOPLE, TRUST ME, it makes me wonder how good y'all are at recognizing and calling out racism and christofascism in real life. This shit is pervasive, it's everywhere, and it's in joshua Graham and the Legion.

I understand the need for a narrative of redemption. It's soothing - and very human to desire!- a story where we're told "there is no sin so red that you are unworthy of love" but what I dont understand is why you're looking to Joshua Graham when the story given to us just isn't a story of redemption. It's a revenge story. It's a story about cyclical violence.

Even as flawed as HH is, it's also very clear about the fact that Joshua Graham is 1. Violent and 2. Wants to enact that violence upon the white legs. The courier is a bit of his unwilling (or willing, idk how you play) accomplice in that endeavor to carry out his will to kill or otherwise subjugate the White Legs. Idk, almost like Caesar and Joshua Graham as the malpais legate.

#fallout #kal talks #honest hearts #Joshua Graham

[honeybrowne]

Day 3: Drunken Love Confession

AARON HOTCHNER X GN!READER [0.9k]

Content: Consumption of alcohol; drunk love confession; fluff

Summary: There's something Aaron needs to get off his chest, and all it takes is a bit of liquid courage to tell you how he feels.

Author's Note: I tried to keep this as in character as possible, and I think I did okay?? I usually love an absolutely hammered Hotch love confession, but this felt more like him 🖤

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

You've never seen your boss this drunk before.

In his defense, he can still stay upright and is hardly slurring his words, but for him, he's definitely drunk.

It's really cute, actually, and you usually don't like men who get bolder the more they drink, but it's working for him. He's smiling at you and it's making you start to feel like you've been drinking as much as he has, even when you've only had a glass of wine.

There's been this unspoken and practically unacknowledged thing going on between you and Hotch. He has a soft spot for you, and you definitely have a crush on him. You're both equally terrible at hiding how you feel about each other, even more so outside of work hours.

He had even kissed you once. It was late and he was there for you after a difficult case. You told him all your insecurities, how you didn't think you were strong enough to be in the BAU. It was brief but it was everything you had dreamed of. His lips were soft and warm, the taste of coffee still lingering on his mouth was comforting in the strangest way. He had pulled away first, his mumbled apology being cut off by another kiss from you.

It was perfect, but yet, neither of you ever mentioned it.

Tonight was the first time he had the guts to invite you over, using the excuse of needing help baking brownies for Jack's class party.

Granted, he was a horrible baker, but he could've easily had Jessica do it for him or winged it enough to make them edible, or just bought some from the store. However, this seemed like a better idea.

After he finishes another glass of bourbon, he moves closer to you, resting his arm behind you on the back of the couch, only letting it drop onto your shoulders when you lean in. You can smell his cologne better at this proximity, the scent musky and stronger than the one he wears on a daily basis. He had put it on specifically for you, and it suits him. You can't help but take a deep breath, letting it warm you from the inside out.

"Are you having a good time?"

It's a lame question, he's aware, but he's nervous out of his mind right now and he doesn't know how else to break the silence.

Still, you look at him with a soft smile, making him melt. "I am. Are you?"

"I'd say my night has gotten significantly better since you've been here."

Your smile grows, and your cheeks are beginning to burn. He's flirting with you in the only way he knows how. He's out of practice—it's been years since he's tried to make a move on someone and the only way he's doing it right now is because he's several drinks deep.

Now was the perfect opportunity, and he wasn't going to waste it. Since the day he met you as one of Strauss' options for JJ's temporary replacement, he couldn't dislike you even if he tried. He told himself he could handle the way he felt about you till she returned from maternity leave, but then you had done exceptional work and the FBI wanted you to stay permanently.

When that happened, Hotch knew it was only a matter of time before he did something about the crush he had on you.

"I'm not really good at this—flirting, I mean," he clarifies.

Both of you know he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't drunk, and you've never been more thankful for alcohol. You're so thrilled you could burst, finally experiencing the moment you've been waiting so long for.

"I think you're doing just fine, Hotch."

He groans. "Apparently not if you're calling me that."

You giggle, placing your hand on his thigh, low enough that it's safe but high enough that it makes his head spin. "I'm sorry. Is Aaron better?"

Hearing his name come from your lips like this is better than he imagined, and it takes every ounce of self control not to break out into a smile. You've said it when introducing him to someone in the field, but never on its own. Never in a setting as intimate as this.

"Much," he sighs. "Makes me want to kiss you... again."

He does break out into a smile when you duck your head in an attempt to hide the flush on your cheeks, tipping your chin upward with a gentle finger.

Your eyes are sparkling with something special, a look he could get used to.

"If you want to, I think you should."

"Yeah?" he says, leaning in as you nod.

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, carefully bringing you in. Your lips are so close to touching, your heart pounding faster and faster with each second that goes by. Your stomach is in knots, desperate to know if he still feels the same way he did that night so many months ago.

And he does.

You can't help but shift closer to him, his hands pulling you onto his lap. It gets heated quickly, and you have no desire to stop kissing him till he pulls away just enough to speak.

"You know what I think?"

"Hm?" you hum, chasing his lips.

"I think I love you."

You grin wider than you have all night. "Good. Because I know I love you."

Taglist: @spacecowboyhotch, @hotchs-bitch

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[silentcrowsilentravens]

hi idk if u have seen spyxfamily but there is this scene where the wife gets really drunk and mistakes her husband for an intruder. Can i get some headcanons for what carlos and chris would do in that situation thank you <3

I haven't seen it, but this is a fun idea.

Headcanons about what Carlos Oliveira and Chris Redfield would do if their s/o got incredibly drunk and mistook them for an intruder.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Carlos Oliveira

It's kinda late.

You're absolutely plastered.

Carlos isn't home and you want to try and wait up for him. You flop down onto the couch, turn on the TV, and try to get yourself comfortable.

Maybe a bit too comfortable. Not even minutes into the movie you decided to put on, you start to nod off despite your efforts not to.

You're not quite asleep when Carlos returns, but you're teetering dangerously on the edge.

He turns off the TV, deciding he'll carry you to bed after taking a quick shower and putting on some comfy clothes.

As he heads for the bathroom, flicks on the light, and closes the door behind him, you stare with half-closed eyes, confused.

In your drunken state, the first thought to slowly float through your brain is 'Who is that...?'

You then jump to the only logical conclusion: This is an intruder. One that's currently using your and Carlos' amenities!

You clumsily stand, nearly tripping over the coffee table as you go to the bathroom.

You press yourself up against the wall beside the door and wait.

The shower turns off.

A few minutes pass.

The door opens.

A figure steps into the doorway.

You go in for the attack.

Immediately, Carlos' instincts kick in. He steps back and assumes a defensive position, but he doesn't need to. You miss by quite a lot, doing a slight spin before falling face-first onto the carpet. It's unclear what exactly you were attempting in the first place.

After the initial surprise wears off, his features twist in confusion and concern. "You alright? What're you doing?"

You ignore him completely, latching onto one of his ankles as if it could possibly stop him from walking away. "Listen here, man." Your words are slurred and it immediately becomes obvious that you got too deep into the liquor cabinet. "If you think you can get away with breaking in here, you've got another thing coming. My boyfriend can kick your ass, and he's supposed to be home any minute now..."

You're still on the offensive, but you're too inebriated to accomplish anything.

Carlos bites back a laugh, amused by all of this. "Sure, babe. I'll kick my own ass."

The words don't quite process. "...Huh?"

He crouches down in front of you. "I'm your boyfriend, remember?"

"Ohhh..."

"Yeah." He picks you up and shoulders you. "Time for bed. You're wasted."

"Am not."

"Right. Sure."

Once you're in bed and all cozied up, Carlos puts a glass of water and some Asprin on the nightstand beside you.

You will be teased about this situation once you get some rest. And for a while after that.

Chris Redfield

After spending a night hanging out with some friends, you get dropped off at your and Chris' shared apartment far more wasted than you have ever been before.

Chris went downstairs upon realizing he forgot to check the mail, and you miss each other as you make your way up. As far as you're aware, you're about to be home alone as you close the door behind you.

There are a few lights on, but you don't really think much of it.

You take your coat off and just barely manage to remove your shoes.

That's when Chris reaches the apartment. Ever the cautious man after all that he's experienced, he did go ahead and lock the door before stepping out.

Your attention is quickly caught by the heavy footsteps in the hallway, and the audible fumbling of keys.

This is just like a scene in one of the movies you watched with your friends, where the main character realizes some creep is trying to get into their place.

The thought sort of freaks you out, so you immediately lock yourself in the bathroom you're currently standing in.

Just before Chris can turn the door handle, his phone begins to ring.

"Hello?"

"Chris," you whisper, "someone is trying to break in."

Instantly, he's asking you if you're okay.

Chris is under the impression that you're still with your friends, so he's throwing open the door and hurrying around the apartment in an attempt to grab everything he needs to come to your aid.

He's asking for more details. What exactly is happening? Where are you?

You aren't being particularly helpful. You're hard to understand because you're crying, whispering, slurring, and panicking. But who can blame you? From your perspective, there's some stranger stomping around the apartment, moving things, and saying stuff that you can't make out.

"You have to tell me where you are."

"The bathroom," you sob out.

"Where? What's the address?" Chris presses.

"I'm at home!"

After a moment, he pauses. He's standing there completely ready to leave as the words sink in.

He says your name.

"Yeah?"

"Nobody broke in. It's me."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." He heads over to the bathroom and convinces you to come out.

You're still a mess, so he takes you into his arms and spends some time reassuring you.

Then, he guides you to the bed. He'll put on a show you like or something. You can watch it with him until you fall asleep.

#resident evil x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #chris redfield x reader #resident evil 3 remake #resident evil 5 #chris redfield #carlos oliveira #re 5 #re 3 #chris redfield x you #carlos oliveira x you #resident evil 3 #re 3 remake

[daintydreamsy]

more violent mc

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diavolo says it doesn't bother him, he's heard a thousand insults before. he had stopped caring awhile ago. he really had, so why did it bother you so much?

unfortunately mean things were not only used his way, but towards his beloved butler and close confidante. that was more than he could handle, wasn't it? barbatos was too professional to say anything back, in public at least.

you, however, were not nearly as professional. you didn't have a reputation to uphold, nor any eyes on your every move. it was very easy to drag some mouthy demon in the corner and fight.

and fighting, you were very good at. at first it was martial arts, karate, and self-defense. the need to protect yourself was high, and the want to learn was strong as well. and it did start off as self-defense.

now if someone said something cruel to someone you loved, they would find out firsthand of your experience with fights.

which would probably explain the cuts and bruises barbatos was bandaging. he hadn't said a word since you had been pulled off of that demon. a tall one, probably pride or something.

she had started the fight, really. how could you not throw a punch after she had grilled something about diavolo?

"he's just too stupid to be the future king, don't you think?" she had whispered to you, leaning over to rest her hand on your shoulder. you had pushed her off, but that didn't stop her words.

"you know, I think someone will take him out before long."

that probably wasn't the phrase that caused you to snap, but it certainly was one of them. she kept on going on and on.

"and I bet that disgusting butler of his doesn't even like him! I mean how could you like some guy like-"

punches to the face were usually not the way you wanted to go. faces had so many bones and demons were strong. but you couldn't let her get away with what she was saying.

demons don't give up easily, that's for sure. a scuffle had broken out as soon as your fist collided with her face. she had punched back, probably more times than you.

she slapped and kicked you- yet the pain was negated by anger. she had been so rude and yet she dared to fight back? where did she get her ridiculously large ego from? (lucifer, probably.)

fights would always come to an end, but someone had to back down first. and it wouldn't be you. not when the demon prince's honor was on the line, you'd be more embarrassed of yourself if you lost.

when barbatos pulled you back out of the fight, things had gotten dizzy. the demon was on the ground, and you kept on trying to beat her. the blood dripping from your ripped hair had obscured your vision for the most part.

she had ripped out some hair? when did she do that?

barbatos was still patching you up when diavolo entered the room, holding a mug of something. he had handed it to you and insisted you drink.

"wha' is it?" you slurred, trying to turn and face him.

"it's tea, it will help." he hummed, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder as to not hurt it. "what could that young lady have done for you to react so violently? haha, I've never seen you so upset!"

you tried to take a sip of tea, but your mouth ached so badly it hurt to even open it. had she hit you there too?

"she was bein' a bitch abou' you n' barbs," you grumbled. "I couldn't... just let her."

"I appreciate you thinking of us, however in the future please refrain from fighting other demons." barbatos said, kneeling down to examine your bloody face.

"no," you leaned forward to place your head in his hands. "never."

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #om barbatos #om diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me one master to rule them all

[maxzinn]

Hello, buddy (is it okay to call you that). I just got into an argument with someone and wanted some advice.

So, my former classmate (who's a gamer), my best friend, and I had an argument over how I felt towards the Fatui and the Tsaritsa. While me and my friend don't believe they're (all) evil, we do have mixed feelings about them and their way of doing things, especially regarding the orphanage since it feels like they're raising child soldiers in a sense. But, my former classmate (who's a die hard villain apologist) accuses us of downplaying the suffering of the Fatui (especially the Harbingers) in favor of characters who didn't suffer (enough) like Diluc or Navia. He then proceeds to call me and my friend every slur in the book. Me and my bestie had to get up and leave the room we were in as soon as he started raising his voice. My mom had to practically throw him out of the house because he was having a meltdown.

I was so baffled by his words. Especially his slurs and the things he said about Diluc and Navia. He called Diluc an emo teen that never grew up and wants to play hero while Navia got called a bratty, rich glutton who never cares about anything but sweets and cries a lot.

We blocked him after this and my mother had to phone his parents to tell them about the situation.

Are me and my friend in the wrong in any way? I kind of feel like a bitch for feeling suspicious about the Fatui and Tsaritsa.

HMM, the answer is simply no - I don't think you and your friend are in the wrong.

Your "friend" needs to know that you guys are entitled to your own opinion and that he didn't need to raise his voice and get all defensive. If he finds your opinion wrong in some way then he could have just told you his pov and calmly explained what he thinks is wrong bout what you said.

Also, he needs to know that the Fatui are basically villains/gray characters in Genshin and everything they do is not even morally right. THEY AIN'T SAINTS. Yeah sure, most of them have tragic back stories but that DOESN'T excuse all the crimes and evil that they made. The Fatui are doing heinous crimes on their own volition. Not to mention that they're also causing the SAME trauma and pain to their victims, using their tragic backstory to excuse their terrorizing is hypocrisy.

He accuses you of downplaying the Fatui's suffering... but he's also downplaying Diluc and Navia's suffering like what? It may not be as "tragic" as the Fatui's story but losing your family/relative is just as painful. No one gets to decide who is most deserving of sympathy and love based on their "tragic" story.

Not to mention, the House of Hearth is basically shady and sus man. Arlecchino seems to care for the children but it feels like she's forcing them to go down the path she wants them to take, it really does feel like they're raising child soldiers at that point. Dotore's actions just cannot be excused man, what he did to the people of tatarasuna and to scara was unforgivable - he basically ruined his life and killed the people he treated as family. Scara's crimes cannot be excused too despite his story. Childe, despite doing this for his family is also doing bad guy stuff - he doesn't act like a villain much, but he's a gray character. Signora cannot be excused too despite her story. All of them did crime on their own volition despite knowing it will hurt a lot of people.

[halliescomut]

In Defense of Wedding Plan....or Lom, more specifically...

So, I actually don't see a lot of discourse on here about Wedding Plan...maybe I just haven't been on here as much. But also, there are a lot of deeper shows on at the moment that are tackling more ethereal ideas and Wedding Plan is more pulp-y romcom than anything else, so it's not necessarily ripe for deep discussion. But on tiktok where I'm fairly active in the BL community I have seen so much hate on this show. And I understand certain levels of frustration about the choice of storyline, but I also get frustrated because I feel like people are purposely disregarding several things.

(Editors note from right before I post this, I was going to add visuals, but I'm too emotionally exhausted now, so you'll just have to settle for the wall of text.)

I agree that it's not good, or right, or acceptable for Lom to have lied to Nuea. But there's been behavior that acts as though Lom is cheating...he's not in a romantic relationship with Yiwa!! He can't cheat on her. And yes, it does lead Nuea to believe he's at least attempting to cheat, but that's not the same. I recognize that Nuea would not feel great about his feelings towards Lom, both because of their professional relationship and what he is assuming about Lom and Yiwa's private relationship. But that's also a nuanced discussion in and of itself because Nuea knows there's something fishy going on with Lom's engagement. He doesn't know what, but he definitely suspects, I think from as early as episode 2. They go out of their way to set up in episode one his sort of sixth sense about couples with that McDonald's scene. Their intention is for us to see how observant Nuea is.

And watching this most recent episode (episode 6) as soon as Lom revealed that he fell for Nuea at Pai's wedding and said that he watched him, I knew that the comments were going to be out of pocket. It is not weird or stalker-ish to see a person that you find attractive out in the wild and look at them or watch them. That's straight up normal. I have done that. Now do I truly believe it was love at first sight? No, because I don't think you can love a person without knowing them, but this is also romantic fiction and love at first sight is literally the most common trope there is. It's also not weird or gross or stalker-ish for him to get Nuea's company contact info from Pai. If you like someone and you know that your friend has their contact info...asking them is not weird. I'd maybe be a bit iffy on a direct phone number, but a insta or snapchat name, a Line ID, that's not sus...like at all. He didn't hand over Nuea's personal address or something. And let's also remember that Prapai KNOWS Lom. They are friends. He knows that Lom is not a dangerous person, he doesn't pose harm to Nuea.

I'd also like to discuss episode 4/5...the first NC scene. I keep seeing comments about dubious consent or lack of consent altogether, and while I can agree with dubious...it's on Lom's part. When you watch the end of episode 4, Nuea isn't drunk. Like we're not given a clear shot of the table, but you see Lom with 3 empty beer glasses and drinking a 4th when Nuea shows up. Nuea you only see drink one, out of a short, mixed drink style glass, one you'd have like a Rum & Coke in, and the beverage is clear with a lemon wedge, so it's not even clear if it's alcoholic. But even if it was there are 3 total glasses like it on the table, so assuming Nuea drank all three, he'd have had to take them all back to back to back in order to be wasted after that. But beyond the context clues, his behavior does not indicate inebriation at all. He's steady on his feet, he's not slurring, there are no acting choices made that would lead one to believe he's drunk.

The fallout that comes for Nuea after that night isn't because of concerns about consent issues. It's about reconciling a destructive decision. People make bad choices all the time. They'll get caught up in an emotion, an idea, a person, and they'll do something without truly thinking about the consequences. And eventually it's morning and you have to accept the choice you made. Is it heartbreaking to watch that with Nuea? Absolutely. I cried at that scene. Pak did such an amazing job. And Nuea isn't the only one who suffers from that emotional fallout. We see the fear and distress on Lom's face when he wakes up and Nuea is gone. You can see his distress when talking to Nuea's boss. He tries to pull the rich guy privilege BS (which I will absolutely admit I hated), but she's not falling for it. After the boss learns everything, she gives Lom the contact info for Nuea's family, which again pissed a lot of people off. But again, it's not direct contact or access to him. She also knows that Nuea is in a place where he is safe and has a support system around him. Also Lom, while not a super clear thinking dude in that moment, is not a freaking serial killer and Nuea's boss is not an imbecile. She didn't just cave to Lom's puppydog eyes, and it feels kind of dismissive to me for people to act like she did.

So many people were upset that he followed Nuea to Chiang Mai...like...it's the same argument we heard about Pai for several episodes. If those things don't happen, there's no fucking show. If Lom stays in Bangkok and Nuea stays in Chiang Mai until the wedding has happened then the story just ends. And if you feel like there's no redemption for Lom after withholding the full truth from Nuea... why are you even still watching the show? Legitimately why? Because what is your expectation when you don't truly believe there's a way for Lom to be redeemed at all?

And I'll be honest, seeing the pretty dismissive reactions to Lom telling the whole story about him and Yiwa coming to the realization that their parents wouldn't be able to accept their sexuality, it really kind of hurts. I know in a lot of ways it feels easy to believe that the reason they hid it is because they didn't want to lose their inheritance, but have you considered that maybe they do love their parents? At least a little? I know that especially for many people in western audiences it seems easy and simple to say "just leave then" in response to queer people who stay closeted because of their families, but there are always going to be so many layers to that. Especially when you look at through a cultural context lens. It's really just is not that simple. Money creates a lot of privilege, that's very true. But we can also look at real life people for whom that money isn't clearing the way for them to live their life fully openly. You can literally look at PP Kritt and see that despite his privilege, fame, and familial wealth, he is still dealing with consistent societal discrimination.

I also don't love this narrative that Yiwa is being selfish. The arrangement was mutually agreed upon, by both of them. To keep each other's secrets and let Yiwa have her love. Does that seem unfair to Lom? Yeah, but he wouldn't have seen it that way prior to meeting Nuea. He wasn't expecting to ever get anything remotely close to a happily ever after, so it wasn't truly a sacrifice to him when he made that agreement.

And this also circles back to his comment about saying that he wanted Nuea even though he was getting married, because he just wanted that one moment of happiness. Is it a selfish idea? Yes, but to be shocked that a rich, privileged man exhibited selfishness is a bit much. But also, I don't think Lom was expecting to fall for Nuea. Like I said, I don't really think it was love at first sight, but lust. I think the more time he spent with Nuea the deeper he fell. I believe his intention was to have something along the lines of a fling, and that when it was over Nuea would move on from him and find his eventual happily ever after and he would settle for memories. That's part of why I think he withheld the truth even after Yiwa told him it was okay to tell Nuea the full truth. This is a man who never expected to find joy or a true partner but was willing to go to extreme's to help the person he sees as a sister have the opportunity to have her own happiness. But yeah, he's just a shitbag.

And the references to love-bombing...I hate how people have brought that term into the discussion of the last two episodes. So if you're not familiar with the term, it's become more common on social media in the discussion around narcissistic and abusive partners. It generally refers to overwhelming physical displays of affection like gifts and such, especially early on in a relationship, essentially with the intention of creating a power imbalance in favor of the narcissistic partner.

The following are the most common signs of love-bombing:

They give you needless gifts 

They’re in a rush to lock things down 

They’re always available and demanding of your attention 

They can’t take ‘no’ for an answer 

They like you better when you’re alone 

They over-communicate their love for you 

You feel overwhelmed, uneasy or off-balance 

These are not things that Lom is doing. Buying McDonalds and ice cream for someone so they know you care...that's not love-bombing, that's at best wooing. Especially when intent is part of why it matters. Lom is doing it to show he cares, to show he pays attention to what Nuea likes, not in an attempt to make Nuea feel indebted to him for said gifts (that total up to about $10). Lom isn't trying to lock things down with Nuea, he's not attempting to force Nuea to choose him. He just wants Nuea to make the decision to either choose him or not knowing his love is genuine. He wants Nuea to be making an informed decision. He does not demand Nuea's attention, at most he requests it sometimes. He takes 'no' for an answer pretty regularly. He doesn't purposely or intentionally try to get Nuea alone. 'They over-communicate their love'...this one seems iffy, but it's not about saying "I love you" to a person, it's more related to presenting that love to others to cement a relationship. Essentially trying to make it awkward for a person to say 'oh well we're not quite that serious'. And that last one...Nuea is reflective and considering of the situation as a whole, but he's not uneasy, he's not overwhelmed. You could maybe argue afraid, but not of Lom, he's afraid of potential future heartbreak. Love itself is scary. Feelings of that depth and strength are scary. Because we all know that even if that love lasts the rest of your lives, the length of your lives is never guaranteed, and loss is ALWAYS a potential outcome.

I'm not arguing that the show is without flaws, all of Mame's shows/stories are flawed. But I do feel like there was a level of expectation that seems entirely misplaced. Like, these same people who love Payu and Rain to death, had nothing to say to the reveal that Payu had orchestrated at least one instance of a run-in with Rain, a person with whom there was a far larger power imbalance, but Lom pursuing Nuea, a grown ass adult who is never afraid to speak his mind to Lom, that's too problematic???

I don't know anymore. I like the show. It has faults, and flaws, and so do it's characters, but Lom is not a fucking mustache twirling villain out to trick and capture poor, sweet, stupid Nuea. And that's kind of how it feels like the discussions about the show have been going.

#wedding plan the series #Mame BL #LomNuea #NueaLom #Sunny Wannarat #Pak Naphat #SunnyPak

[sweetmage]

Many Things (Gale/M!Tav fanfic)

Rating: G Word Count: 1,766 Tags: Awkward flirting, secret identity, drow Tav

Summary: Though the other partygoers have made it clear they don't wish to share Rhidyl's company, he'd prefer to spend his time with Gale anyway. After all, Gale promised he'd share his list of all of Rhidyl's best attributes, but Rhidyl has a few hidden traits of his own to bring to light.

Notes: I just wanted to write a little thing for them. See replies for more context for Rhidyl's motivations + info/sources about the drow words used :)

"Were I to recite that list," Gale began, fumbling his words through an earnest grin, "I fear we'd still be here at dusk tomorrow. Many things, I assure you, but a conversation better saved for another time."

Rhidyl exhaled through the nose, head cocked in disapproval. "If I'd any good sense I'd think you were trying to be rid of me." 

"No," Gale responded in quick defense, hands raised and waving in a flurry, "No, never. I just thought you may wish to return to the others, mingle, enjoy the festivities."

"Would that they would have me,” he shifted, arms folded over his chest, “but they've all seemed rather eager to run me off."

"Oh..." Gale winced and peeked out at the crowd then drew his gaze back to Rhidyl, a little too tipsy to hide his relief at the outcome. "Their loss. If you truly want to waste away your evening in my company then I'd be as much of a fool to stop you."

"At least one among us has taste.” Rhidyl's expression eased a touch. “Now carry on with your waxing poetic about the finer points of my person."

"Well your humility is certainly not among them," Gale buried a chuckle with another deep swig of wine, "but for all your posturing and bluster, I know you are a good man. With a good heart." He punctuated his words with a firm pointer against the smooth, exposed skin of Rhidyl's chest, though he drew it back in the same breath, holding it as though he’d been burned. "Sorry... all that is to say, I find that admirable. I also find that you are a fine swordsman. Where did you train?"

It wasn’t so much the question that startled him as it was the lack of a suitable answer, nothing but half-formed, unconvincing lies resting behind his teeth. Though his stoic features told no tales, he must have hesitated just long enough for Gale to know he had touched on something forbidden.

“Off limits, I apologize. We won’t go there. I was only curious. I myself was a student of Blackstaff Academy, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

“From you, no less.”

“Oh yes, of course, I did mention that, didn't I? Silly me. With all that has transpired, I find my mind wandering at times, I can hardly keep track of it all. Tadpoles, am I right?" Gale rambled on, and on, and on, until Rhidyl could scarcely follow, his words spilling together into a slurring stream of consciousness that would have made any seasoned tavern-goer blush. But he smiled lightly and lent his ear, drank it all up, and let it drown out the clamor from the far side of camp.  When he tired of his own tales, Gale halted himself with a forceful clearing of his throat. "For whatever it's worth, I am grateful for your company, even if the circumstances of our meeting were less than desirable. But, that is more than enough of my prattling, perhaps my mouth could serve you better by—" Gale's eyes widened and so too did Rhidyl's, their gazes locked for a tense, uncomfortable moment. "I meant— oh, hells... By talking, of course. About other matters than your personal life. Now."

"You've such a way with words. Go then, show me what wonders your mouth is capable of."

He was visibly sweating now, skin dewy in the torchlight as he shifted where he stood. "Maybe I should just... get back to the point. The list, the many things you are beyond exceptional at. Getting right under my skin, for starters." He smiled and attempted what Rhidyl could only assume was a playful wink, though it only served to deepen the pleasant crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then his face fell, lips tilted down and brow drawn tight above his earnest eyes. "And the simple fact that you could be anywhere and yet you choose to while away the night in the company of a babbling wizard with a most volatile condition. I have not the words to thank you."

"Then don't. While I do so love your praises, I've a mind of my own. You are far less tiresome than the horned ones, and far less troublesome than the rest. I can think of worse company. And besides, come tomorrow we have much to face. That oak of a druid spoke of paths forward, and if I'm being quite honest, my mind has remained there and left little room for celebration."

Gale seemed to sense the shift in the air and sobered to the reality of the moment. "Indeed. We are certainly not without our choices, though none seem particularly favorable."

"Perhaps in your opinion. A journey through the Underdark is no trifle, but it is the safest route."

Gale let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Safe for who, exactly? The drow amongst the goblins we faced were less than welcoming. I'm not so sure we'd find a better reception should we stumble into their domain. If we do not keep our wits, even the best case scenario sees us dead in a tenday."

"Usstan orn mrigg udossa." 

His brows shot up in surprise and he set his glass aside, leaning in to study Rhidyl with a quizzical expression as though he'd just materialized before him. "I know the tongue of the elves, but that was no language of the surface."

"You could say I'm fluent in more than swordplay." Rhidyl shrugged. "After all, the domain of the drow is also my own. I'd rather not gamble with the unfamiliar when the familiar can be relied upon. As I said: I will guide us."

"Just a moment.” Gale was shaking his head as if to force the thoughts within to settle. “Let’s take it back a few steps here. I am not one to judge so forgive me if this is a bit forward, but how does one of human and wood elven blood come to live among the drow?"

"They don't. I have misled you, perhaps a poor thanks for your kindness, but it was necessary. I don't quite fancy being left alone to trade my sanity for tentacles, but for all I knew, you lot would sooner leave me for dead than travel with one of my kind. But now that you need me, my secret is out and at your disposal."

"Ah, I see..." But Gale's eyes said otherwise, roaming his ashen complexion and shocks of red hair, seeking the answers that evaded him. "Well, this changes nothing. I have seen what you've done for those children, those refugees, for us… for me. That I know to be real. Under what pretenses you did so hardly matters. I trust you. And that's not just the wine talking."

"A wise decision. I hope you will remain as open-minded when dawn breaks and your head clears," Rhidyl responded, the tiniest glimmer of relief in his gaze. "And it's dye. I feel a fool for choosing one so garish, but not nearly as much of one as those who never noticed."

Gale chuckled softly, his smirk tilted to one side. "Oh trust me, we all noticed, we're just far too polite to mention it. What you were concealing with it is a different matter, I always assumed it was a fragile ego."

"My ego was quite intact before, you could have spared me that detail." Though he spat the words, Rhidyl was not angered. Quite the contrary, the playful twitch of his lips giving him away. "I suppose I should tell the others come morning. There's no use keeping up the charade. I look forward to a day where I am not cooked beneath your blazing sky. I am not merely a dark elf but d'korit'al waess, 'albino' as I believe you'd call it. Perhaps now I may reasonably request we travel more under nightfall or at least when the sun is less vengeful."

Gale's features softened as his curiosity was sated, replaced by a sort of pity. "If you're worried for your skin, I may have a book or two with solutions. When the others have cleared out and when my brain has cleared up, I can prepare you something suitable. That is, if you'd like."

"That would be... very generous of you." Rhidyl shifted his weight, arms tightening around himself, gaze turned to the side. "I'll not say no."

A silence fell between them, filled by the distant chatters of merriment and the occasional clang of glasses. 

"I appreciate you spending this time with me. And for trusting me to be the first one privvy to the truth. If it means anything, I am honored. You are a welcome distraction from the horror that has been brewing within my chest. I hope you know what a gift you've given me. I feel lighter."

"As do I..." His voice was but a whisper, his eyes on his scuffed leather boots, a heat in his cheeks. "But you'd best stop flattering me lest I let it all go to my head. And for what it's worth, you're not so bad yourself. I had once thought your kind the most loathsome beasts but now... well, the jury is still out. You, however, have made your case."

"From your lips that is quite the compliment," Gale laughed, his fond gaze lingering there a moment before shifting back towards the party. "I remind you, I have no intentions of shooing you away, but another seems to be waiting their turn."

Rhidyl's eyes drifted towards where Gale had turned, finding Alfira smiling a ways back with her lute and crinkled papers in one hand, the other waving him over as soon as she'd caught his attention. 

Rhidyl sighed and adjusted his glasses, giving Gale a firm nod. "I suppose I better go see what's got her in a fuss. Perhaps she's finally composed a ballad worthy of my greatness. Hopefully one of my ears as well."

He took a step back and paused, taking Gale in for a long, quiet moment until his words broke the silence. 

"I'll see you in the morning," Gale said, looking almost hopeful as if they didn't share a camp and it wasn't guaranteed. If there was something about his presence he longed for…

Rhidyl didn't dare dwell on it on, merely flashing him a tight-lipped smile as he took another step back, one hand held high in parting. "Of course. Goodnight, Gale. Pleasant dreams." He turned from him quickly and dragged himself off, fingers still tracing the spot Gale's had touched. 

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #male!tav #drow tav #oc: rhidyl #jun fics #jun edits

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I am not a Snape defender

I'm sorry but I really don't understand the "Snape defense, james & sirius are the worst" in relation to each other...

Snape wasn't a randomly innocent victim of Potter and Black's bullying. Being in with the future Death Eater squad isn't exactly innocent. Also, it's stated that James and Severus were always at each other's throats. That's not the marauders were big bullies and Snape was an innocent victim.

Side note: people saying that James was a dick to everyone. That's fanon. We only know he hates Snape. And he hates Snape specifically because he's into Dark Arts.

And we are seeing all of this through Snape's vision. Our own opinions and memories of ourselves can be skewed. Severus only joining the baby Death Eaters after he calls Lily a mudblood and she pushes him away isn't believable. He was friends with the baby Death Eaters at school before they became Death Eaters... I'm sorry but I don't believe in our real world that a person can be friends with racists but because they have one minority friend I should assume they aren't racist. So I can't believe that in this world either.

Need I start with he had no problems using what is effectively a slur in their world. Or is the whole mudblood thing just a one time outburst at Lily? Ain't no damn way a slur just rolls of the tongue in frustration unless it's something someone says on a daily basis.

He goes to apologize and she's like well you call every other muggleborn that so why not me...

(side note: lily wtf? why would you be friends with him when you know that? I'm not staying friends with someone that would regularly call black people the n word. anyway...)

That means he's been using that slur against muggleborns and harassing them. So he doesn't just become a bully after the marauders tormented him in school. He's been one.

Snape and his friends also try to do something apparently evil to Mary MacDonald. That's someone who wasn't James or close to him like the Marauders. She didn't do anything and they tried to/ wanted to hurt her anyway. That's a bully.

Like I'm sorry but this man was a Death Eater and only turned to the good side to beg for Lily's life because he was obsessed with her. He didn't give a shit if Voldemort killed James or Harry who was like a six month old. He only wanted Lily to live and when Voldemort didn't spare her that's when he went to the good side.

And when people bring up "James sexually harassed Snape by using Levicorpus that exposed his underwear" ... my guy, Snape invented that spell. So are we to assume he never used it? Cause I don't. So you better bring that energy for Snape as well if this is the road we're going down. And he doesn't take off Severus' underwear.

The text mentions that after taking off his trousers you can see grey underpants. When it says pants, it still means trousers not the common use of pants the way most British people say it. Most because certain parts of the UK don't, fun fact. And again, Snape came up with the spell. It's oh so convenient that we only see James use the spell against him but not Snape using it against other people to what we can assume is the same extent as James.

Also the whole werewolf thing... I'm sorry but if you suspect someone is a werewolf and confront their friends about it, the people you don't like and who don't like you, why the hell would you go on the night of the full moon. Sirius telling him how to get past the Willow honestly doesn't change much. Lily tells Snape she already knows his theory after he points out that Lupin disappears every month at the full moon. The dude knew or stongly suspected that Remus was a werewolf. And still decided to see if his theory was correct, putting himself in the line of fire of a full grown werewolf.

Like I'm not necessarily absolving Sirius because he should have known that the boy who hates them would be arrogant enough to still go after them even if he thinks Remus is a werewolf. But still, that means Snape was arrogant or stupid enough to do that despite his suspicions before confronting Sirius, which he did on the night of the full moon so at this point Snape knows he has all the facts. But even if we only blame Sirius...

Snape still calls people mudbloods, bullies children that aren't Harry (not that that's okay) at his grown ass age, and didn't think Voldemort was wrong until he killed the obsession of his life. Like that enough I'm good on him.

And everyone else has a skewed story but Snape? No. That's not how that would work. We also only see a few incidents and nothing about what happens in between or even what leads up to them. It's just as skewed as anyone else's memories we see in the book. Like remember when Tom Riddle's diary only showed Harry certain moments to make it look like it was Aragog and Hagrid knew.

And to anyone that recognizes Snape being friends with the baby Death Eaters but saying that we don't know if he was a bully.... It's giving, "I can excuse racism but animal cruelty is where I draw the line."

Some other things I've seen, I'll discuss in little bullet points:

An 11 year old James saying who wants to be in Slytherin or Hufflepuff and Snape overhearing isn't James being a bully. It's an 11 year old not wanting to be seen as lame cause everyone calls those houses lame (or evil in Slytherins case).

Saying that James and Sirius are rich doesn't suddenly make them bullies. There's not a power imbalance that they use against him. They don't make fun of him being poor. They hex him with spells he came up with. I don't think they would only bully Snape for being poor, nobody else, and then ignore the Death Eater part. They were hating him for the Dark Arts, not cause he had no money. We don't know about Remus or Peter's financial status but considering they are never mentioned as rich then at best they're probably middle class to poor. I don't think they'd be around for that type of bullying.

Y'all siding with the wizard racist, obsessive man who is a dick to kids at 30, I can't be convinced about Snape. Sorry. I also don't get the Snape deserves a redemption arc storyline but not Draco. However that's a different story. Like JK writing him bullying children and then saying but it's not that big a deal is skewed. She also had Harry name his kid after Dumbledore and the entire fandom agrees that the man doesn't deserve it.