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msmoony7 · 3 months

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Bookshop Romance

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Note: hope you guys enjoy! i'm going to be posting this on AO3 as well if you want to check it out there too. same username as here!

The bookstore is your favorite spot in town. You just love sitting in there and reading books. And the people watching as customers come in and out is another favorite activity of yours. You’ve lived in this town for a while now, ever since you graduated from university. The town is small and was just what you were looking for at this point in your life when you decided to move away from home. Your apartment is tiny, but you loved it regardless. It’s decorated with pictures and posters and trinkets, most of which are from the thrift store in the town. Your prized possession is your record and book collection, which takes up an embarrassing amount of space in your home. You love it anyways.

You discovered the bookshop quickly after you settled into your new home. You were on a walk exploring the town when the small sidewalk sign on the outside drew you in. Almost like it was meant to be. Since then, you’ve entered the door hundreds of times and plan on entering a hundred more.

You got a job at the local bakery, which gave you enough money for rent and other necessities, along with spending money. You integrated nicely into your small town living. You even made friends with the workers at the bookstore due to your frequent visits.

Your visits were sporadic but regardless, you developed a routine for what your visit would look like. You start off by grabbing a coffee at the cafe inside the shop,sometimes bringing along a little treat from the bakery. Then, you sit down in the cafe area and read however long your heart desires. You’ve spent as little as twenty minutes here and as long as seven hours. You love the simplicity of your routine and you do it as often as your life allows.

Today, you enter the bookstore and make your way to your usual spot in the back. Although very few people are ever in here at the same time, you still like to be in your own little world away from everyone. You reach into your tote bag and pull out the book you’re currently reading.

After a while of reading, you finally finish your book and your coffee. You make your way into the bookshelves to find your next read. Once in the aisles, you stumble upon a young worker putting books onto the shelves. You know every worker here by name, so you know that this is a new employee. You watch him from afar, mesmerized by his beauty. He has dark blonde hair that’s almost brown and has some curls. He’s bent over, but he looks pretty tall, and he’s wearing a brown and green striped knit sweater with brown corduroy pants and Dr. Martens. You didn’t think you believed in love at first sight but upon seeing this man, you’re rethinking your beliefs. He looks perfect and you can’t help but stare at him. You bring the strength to pull yourself away and you peruse the shelves some more before settling on a book that you’ve been meaning to read for a while and go to the register to check out.

“Hey, y/n, how’ve you been?” Lily, a worker who quickly became your best friend, asks you.

“Doin’ good, thanks. You?”

“Great,” she smiles. “Saw you eyeing up the new worker in the stacks,” she says with a teasing tone and cheeky smile.

“I was not!” you say, feeling the heat rise in your face.

“He’s cute, I don’t blame you. He’s pretty quiet, though. Keeps to himself. Too quiet for me, but perfect for you!”

“Oh god, Lil, you better shut it before he hears.”

“Oh calm down I’m just messing. He works every Saturday, though. So I expect to be seeing you here a lot more frequently.”

“Goodbye, Lily. I’ll see you soon,” you say with a laugh as you walk away.

“Every Saturday!” Lily shouts as the door is closing behind you.

You shake your head as heat fills your cheeks once more. You haven’t been with a guy in a while and the thought of having a new crush simultaneously thrilled you and filled you with anxiety.

You stop by the grocery store on the way home. Chicken was cheapest, so you made that for dinner along with some rice and asparagus. You love to cook, so you spend any time not at the bookstore in your kitchen. Once you finish eating, you light a fire in your fireplace and put on a record as you cozy up on your couch and begin reading the book you just bought.

—

The next few days go by slowly. The image of the cute new worker is etched in your brain and you find yourself thinking about him all the time. After what feels like years, Saturday finally comes around again and you find yourself getting ready to head to the bookstore. Your visits to the bookstore in the past were frequent but never consistent. You made your visits there around your schedule and would go whichever day fit best. Now, you feel a little silly planning your trip so specifically just to see a boy. But frankly, you don’t find it within yourself to let it impact you too much.

You put on your jacket and leave for the bookstore. It’s the beginning of winter, so you walk as quickly as your feet can carry you. The ten minute walk feels like 20 in the cold but finally, you enter the shop. Lily hears the bell ring and looks up to greet the customer and once seeing that it’s you, she laughs out loud.

“Not. A. Word,” you mutter to her as you head to your seat. It has a perfect view of the register, so Lily shoots you winks every now and then - knowing that you can see her and that she can see you - all of which you roll your eyes in response to.

The bookstore is small, so conversations can be heard from across the store. About an hour into reading your book, you hear Lily talking to the boy. “Hey Remus,” she all but shouts to him, knowing that you’re listening. “Can you go by the register while I wipe down the tables?” Remus, you think. That’s a cute name.

You can’t hear his response but he appears in your viewpoint a minute later. You find yourself staring at him once more. He sits down at the chair behind the register and begins reading a book. He looks perfect sitting there and you can’t help but stare.

“You’re welcome!” Lily shouts at you, knocking you out of your trance.

“Lily, he can hear you!” you whisper, trying to get her to be quiet.

“Yeah, whatever. With all your staring, I’m sure he’ll catch on eventually anyways. You know you’re visible from the register, right?” she teases. “I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you,” she says as she nudges your shoulder. She leaves to go back to the front of the store and leaves you to your book.

The next time you look up from your book, you realize that it’s almost time for the shop to close. You see Remus and Lily both doing their closing duty tasks and sheepishly get up from your table, embarrassed that you stayed there this long.

“Bye, Lily,” you say to her as you leave the store.

“Bye, y/n,” she winks at you, Remus right by her side. You avoid Remus’s eyes as you leave the store, already counting down the days till next Saturday.

—

Almost as slowly as last week, Saturday finally rolls around once more. You get to the bookshop a little later than you normally do. You only have a little bit left in your book to read, so you decided to spend your day doing other things, like running errands, and would finish the book at the shop.

“Almost thought you weren’t going to show up,” Lily says jokingly when she sees you walk in.

“I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.” You settle into your spot and do the same thing you’ve been doing the last few weeks. The simplicity and the repetition of your Saturday routine pleases you and has become something that you look forward to.

You ease into your novel and become wrapped in it, very close to the end and very excited to finish it. You hear Lily ask Remus to clean the tables, making a mental note to yell at her later, but go back to focus on your book. One, because you want to finish it. But also because it would help you avoid eye contact with him.

Finishing the book takes a little longer than expected. Stealing glances at Remus a little too frequently probably didn’t help. You finally finish and close your book and rest it on the table.

“I really like that book,” you hear Remus say from a few feet to your left as he’s cleaning a table.

“Oh, yeah. It was really good. Kinda sad I finished it, though. I didn’t want it to be over.” You can feel your heartbeat quickening as you look up to meet his eyes. You have been daydreaming about talking to him since you met, and you can’t believe it’s finally come true.

“I can give you some recommendations, if you’d like.” He speaks with a quiet voice.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.” You get up from your seat and he walks you to the shelves to show you some books.

“This is one of my favorites,” he says, grabbing a book from the shelf.

“I’ll be sure to check it out. Thanks.”

“No problem,” he smiles. “I’m Remus, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you smile back.

You begin walking over to the register to purchase your book. Once you turn the corner from the book stacks, you see Lily silently cheering for you.

“Oh he’s totally into you too.”

“Oh hush. Just ring me up.” You blush as you hand her the book.

—

Making the weekly trip here quickly becomes your favorite day of the week. Over the last few weeks, you’ve grown closer to Remus. He’s given you countless book recommendations and have given him some in return. You hangout with him in the shop during his shift, often earning teasing glances from Lily. You’ve learned a little bit about him from small talk through your hangouts. He’s a year older than you and he's from Wales. Like you, he liked the small atmosphere of the town and was drawn to it, and his two best friends moved here also. He just recently moved to town at the end of fall and the first thing he did was get a job here at the bookstore.

This week's visit to the bookstore happens to fall on Valentine’s day and you were hoping that Remus would be working, not knowing if he was dating anyone. Remus has set up Lily on a date with one of his friends, so you knew that she wouldn’t be working tonight.

You open the door to shop, the bell ringing as you enter. You see Remus at his usual spot behind the counter, which sends a bit of relief through you knowing that he wasn’t out with anyone else. Upon hearing the bell, he looks up and makes eye contact with you, giving you his usual smile before continuing to help out the customer.

You make your way to your usual seat and move forward with the weekly routine that’s been in place since Remus started working here: come to the store, read a book Remus recommended, talk with him about it, buy another one of his recommendations, give him a recommendation if he needs one, and repeat the next week.

You sit like this for about an hour, content with your book and your coffee. You hear the bell ring and glance up to look at the counter and notice that Remus isn’t there and you feel a pit grow in your stomach. Maybe he is going out tonight, you think to yourself while sighing, and you go back to reading your book. You feel silly for letting yourself get so attached to a boy you just met.

The bell at the store rings once more a few minutes later and although you can’t see the door from your seat, you see Remus getting back to the counter holding a bouquet of flowers. Every bit of hope that you had that he may be single leaves your body in that very moment and you feel just about ready to cry.

You decide it’s time for you to leave, not wanting to see whoever those flowers are for. You grab your book and just as you turn around, you see Remus walking towards you with a book in hand. You try to act normal, but are sure that somehow, there’s a mix of sadness, panic, and joy on your face all at once.

“Hi Y/N, where’re you going?” he says with a small frown.

“ I was just gonna head home and finish reading this there,” you reply softly while waving the book up to show him which one it is, trying not to show your disappointment. “I actually really like it,” you continue, “I’ll probably end up finishing it tonight.”

“I’m glad you like it, it’s one of my favorites. Here’s another one I think you’d like,” he says while handing you the book.”

“Thanks,” you smile. “Can you ring me up for it on my way out?”

“I already bought it, consider it a Valentine’s day treat,” he says, causing you to blush. “So, you don’t have any plans tonight?” You feel your breath hitch in your throat, hoping this is leading where you’ve always dreamed it will.

“I don’t,” you say intrigued, tilting your head slightly.

“What do you think about coming over to my place? I can cook dinner and you can finish reading that book, maybe we can watch a movie, or listen to music,” he rambles on nervously. “I don’t really care what we do. Completely up to you.” He adds on, smiling anxiously as he awaits your answer.

You are smiling giddily and probably look a little crazy, but you can’t help yourself. This moment doesn’t feel real. Your wishes are finally coming true.

“I’d love that,” you reply as quickly as your voice can after processing what just happened. “But who’re those flowers on the counter for?” you question.

“Oh, I forgot,” he says while running back to the counter. He grabs them and walks back over to you, carrying the bouquet of deep red roses scattered with baby’s breath flowers in between. “These are for you. I didn’t want to come right up with these and scare you off, or in case you were dating anyone or said no. Although with the weekly visits and the way you always stare at me, I didn’t really think you had one anyways.”

“I don’t stare!” you yell before putting your face into your hands, mortified. Because you spent a lot of time staring at him. Remus pulls your hands down and tilts your head up by your chin to meet his eyes as if to say Yes, you do. “I don’t stare,” you insist.

“Right, whatever you say,” he mocks. “Are you ready to go? I took the rest of the night off.”

“You took the night off? And what if I said no,” you tease while gathering your things.

“I had a hunch you’d say yes,” he replies. “And Lily told me you would.”

“You asked Lily?” you almost yell, causing him to laugh.

“Of course I did. I wasn’t really looking to get rejected.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. But yeah, I’m ready to go.” He grabs your bag and swings it over his shoulder. He opens the door for you and the pair of you leave the store. Once outside, he begins leading you in the direction of his home.

“How far do you live?” you ask.

“I have a small house on the outskirts of the town. About a twenty minute walk if you don’t mind walking.”

“Yeah that's perfect.” The two of you begin the walk to his house. Casual chit chat fills the air as the two of you get to know more about each other, getting closer together as the walk progresses. You point out your apartment building to him when you pass it.

“I almost moved in there,” he says to you.

“Why didn’t you?”

“You’ll see when we get to mine.”

“Well what’s that supposed to mean? I like my place,” you tease as you continue walking, following Remus wherever he goes.

“Oh I’m sure your place is great. And I’d love to see it one day. But my place is amazing. You’ll see.” He has a smile etched onto his face and is walking joyously towards his house.

The rest of the walk is filled with comfortable silence. As you walk further and further from the center of town, you wonder where Remus is taking you. Although you’ve lived in this town for what feels like forever now, you haven’t ventured this far into the outskirts.

Finally, Remus starts slowing down. The two of you make it to a little cul de sac that only people who live here would go down. There are three houses, each with a long driveway and trees scattered around for separation and privacy. He leads you to the house to the right and begins walking down the driveway with you. Just as he thought, your jaw quite literally drops when you see his house. It's quaint and perfect. The walls are green and there's some stone, brick, and wood throughout for contrast. Vines line the walls and there's a beautiful front porch that looks like it wraps around to the back.

“Holy shit, Remus. How on earth did you find this place? This house is gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” he smiles. “I built it.”

“You what?!”

“My friends and I wanted to live near each other. We were looking for an area to move into and I stumbled on this place. We bought the land and built the houses. That house across the way is my mate James’ and the one in the center belongs to Sirius.”

“Remus you’re amazing. This house is amazing,” you gush at him.

“You haven’t even seen the inside yet. C’mon.” He grabs your hand and leads you inside the house. You didn’t think anything could top the outside of the house, but Remus Lupin was full of surprises. There was a huge bookshelf that made your own collection look tiny. The fireplace was extravagant and has pictures lined up on the mantle. Much like your house, his was filled with trinkets and frames lining the walls. One frame shows him and two other boys that you assume to be James and Sirius. There are more group pictures lining his walls. You wonder which one he set Lily up with.

He has a record player off to the side and his collection is just as big as yours. “Pick a record,” he says as he guides you over to the table that houses his record player. You flip through his collection – of course he has it alphabetized by the artist's last name. So do you – and stop when you get to David Bowie.

“I love Bowie!” you shout as you pull out The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, your favorite album by him. “Here.” You hand him to record and he smiles and laughs as he puts it on.

“That’s my favorite album too.” Five Years starts playing and he walks around to finish giving you a tour. The kitchen is just as nice. The cabinets are green, slightly lighter than the outside of the house, and there are wood and gold accents along with wood floors. There’s a small table in the kitchen and a large island, perfect for cooking. Next is the main bathroom, which is also green, and has numerous plants inside. He walks you upstairs and briefly shows you his bedroom, green again and filled with many books, and the three extra bedrooms, one of which is his office.

Lastly, he leads you back downstairs and out the back door to the backyard. You were right, the porch does wrap around the back. Lights and plants line the porch. He turns on the outside lights to reveal a fenced in backyard engulfed by trees. Two bigger trees are inside the fence and in between a hammock is hanging. There’s a fire pit with chairs surrounding it and lights strung all around the backyard. Amazingly, there is an inground pool that’s covered up by a tarp.

“Remus, this is amazing. I can’t believe you built this.”

“Thanks. You haven’t even seen the best part.”

“You keep saying that and it keeps getting better. I don’t know how you can top this backyard.”

“Look up.”

“What?”

“Look up,” he says again.

You listen to him and look up at the night sky and you’re met with the most beautiful view of the sky you’ve ever seen. The stars and the moon are shining so brightly, It’s like the sky was created by Remus himself and you were seeing it for the first time.

“How the hell does the sky look like this,” you whisper in awe.

“This was the selling point for me. I sit on the hammock and just stare at the sky for hours.”

“This really is amazing. You’re lucky to have this place, you put a lot of effort into it.”

“Thanks, I really did. It took a lot of building and planning, but I’m so happy with where it is right now. Anyways, you must be hungry, let me start cooking. How does chicken sound?”

“Sounds great,” you reply. He takes your hand and leads you back inside to the kitchen. He pulls out the chair at the kitchen table and motions for you to sit. You mutter a small thanks as he lights a few candles on the table and begins grabbing all the ingredients. Before he begins prepping, he puts on an apron that says, “Kiss The Cook,” causing you to laugh.

“Hey. James bought this for me and it’s the only one that I have,” he says defensively, busting out into a laugh.

Conversation falls naturally upon the two of you and you learn more about Remus as he cooks for you. His favorite color is, shockingly, green. He also loves to cook. He and his friends do weekly dinners and this usually falls upon Remus to cook but he doesn’t mind. Sirius and James bring the drinks and desserts and Remus says they always have a good time.

“You know the bakery down the street from the bookstore? They usually get the desserts from there,” he says as he plates up the food.

“You’re lying. I work there! What do they look like, I bet I’ve seen them.”

Remus smiles as he goes to the living room and comes back with a photo of the three of them.

“I do recognize them! They come in all the time. I always slip them something extra.”

“You’re the one that’s been doing that? They’re gonna freak when I tell them the girl I’ve been swooning over is the same one that’s fueling their sweet tooth.”

“You’ve been swooning over me?” you joke at him. He just blushes in response and looks at his chicken. You smile at your mutual ability to stun each other and start cutting up your chicken.

“I think this is the best chicken that I’ve ever eaten,” you say to him after taking a bite.

“You’re just trying to make me blush.”

“Well yeah. But I’m serious, this chicken is really good. Next time, I’ll cook for you.” “I’d like that,” he says with a smile.

Once the two of you finish your meal, you make your way to the living room where Remus puts on a new record. You settle onto the couch as he starts a fire. He sits next to you, grabs a blanket, and drapes it across the two of you as he hands you your book, filling you with confusion.

“Finish the book,” he says.

“It’s fine. I’ll finish it when I get home.”

“No, trust me. I don’t mind. Sitting here with you is all I need.” You blush in response to his words and you open the book. You have less than 30 pages left, so you shouldn’t be busy for too long. His arm wraps around you and you cuddle closer into him as you hold open the book. Sometime later, you close the book and look up to see him staring at you.

“How was it?” he asks.

“Really good. I’m glad you recommended it to me.”

“Me too.”

The two of you stare into eachothers eyes for what feels like an eternity, neither one of you willing to make the first move. With a wave of confidence, you lean in to break the distance between your lips and his. His lips are soft and you move slowly at first. After a few seconds, you tear away from him and go to look him in the eyes once more. Before you can do this, he pulls you in by your cheeks and locks his lips to yours, this time with more passion. He pushes you back without breaking contact until your back is on the couch and he lies on top of you. He pulls away for a second, with nothing but Bowie and the south of your breath filling the room.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” you say breathlessly.

“Trust me, I do,” he says before going back in. Your hands comb through his hair as his roam your body. Every touch of his feels electric and you can’t imagine a life without his touch. The sound of the doorbell ringing surprises both of you, Remus so much that he falls off of the couch, causing you to laugh. He shoots you a glare before going to answer the door.

“Moony, how’d the date go!” you hear a man shout as he barges in the house. You hear two pairs of footsteps, three if you count Remus’s, walk into the living room and you lock eyes with James and Sirius as they sit on the opposing couch.

“Oh shit! You’re the bakery girl! Moony, why didn’t you tell us you were in love with the bakery girl!” the long haired man says to his friend before turning to you. “He’s been pining over you for weeks. Can’t believe he finally got the guts to ask you out.”

“How was I supposed to know she was the bakery girl!” he shouts in defense. “Now we were kind of in the middle of something. Can you go?” You laugh at the banter between the boys.

“Ouch, kicking us out? I’ll remember this,” the boy with glasses says. “We accept sweet treats as apologies.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time you come in,” you say as Remus practically kicks them out.

He huffs as he closes the door and starts walking over towards you. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes. “They’re so embarrassing and will probably be the death of me.”

“It's okay,” you chuckle. “They seem funny. I can’t wait till the next time they come in.”

“Oh I’m sure they can’t wait either.”

“I had a really great time tonight. I hate to end it early, but I should be getting home.”

“Let me drive you,” he says. He grabs your jacket as well as his. He swings your bag over his shoulder once more and leads you outside to his car.

“If it’s so cold outside, why didn’t you drive to work?” you question.

“We wouldn’t have had as much time to talk,” he responds. “Wouldn’t you rather a 20 minute walk filled with conversation than a 2 minute car ride? Plus the walk up to the house is a better reveal than a drive up.”

“Can’t argue with that,” you say as you buckle in.

The drive to your house is quite short and you’re sad to have to say bye to Remus. He parks outside the front and walks you up to your apartment door.

“I had fun tonight. Even if it got interrupted by your friends,” you smile at him.

“I’m glad they didn’t scare you off.”

He stares into your eyes before leaning in to give you one final kiss for the night. He watches you enter your apartment before going back to his car and driving away.

Once inside, you finally have a minute to collect your thoughts and process what just happened over the last few hours. You shoot Lily a text saying you hope she had fun on her date and also cursed her out for not telling you about Remus’s plan to ask you out. You put the flowers he bought you in a vase on your kitchen table and begin getting ready for bed.

Once your night routine is done, the last thing you do before bed is read. You grab the book he gave you out of your bag and you flip to the first page. You’re shocked to see there’s a note on the inside of the front cover from Remus.

Y/N,

Hopefully you said yes to the date or else this is going to be a really awkward read. You caught my eye the moment I saw you at the bookstore. Yes I saw you staring at me in the aisles on my first shift. You were not slick. And I saw you staring all the other times. And all the times you and Lily talked. Sound really travels in there. You never saw me staring at you, though. Getting to know you the last few weeks has been the best few weeks I’ve had in a while. Even when the days were tough, the thought of seeing you at the store got me out of bed. I really hope you said yes to the date because I would not want you to read this otherwise.

Anyways, this is my favorite book of all time and I wanted to share it with you. I hope you like it. I’d love to talk about it when you’re done. Give me a call, or come visit me. You know where I work.

Remus

You smile like a little girl as you read the letter, happy the feeling has been mutual the entire time. You save his number into your phone and send him a text thanking him for tonight and for the book. You go to the first chapter and your stomach drops when you see the book is annotated. You flip through the pages and see that almost every page has a note on it. Small things like underlined quotes, or something in the margin like “this made me think of you.” Your heart flutters knowing that Remus did this for you. You sit down in your bed, grab a pen, and begin reading, responding to his annotations along the way.

—

The sun’s rays peer into your room just as you finish the last page and you realize that you stayed up all night reading and annotating the book. You get up from bed, grab your jacket, and run out the door towards Remus’s house.

You make it to Remus’s house much quicker than you imagined. Out of breath, you ring his doorbell and wait for him to open the door. It takes him a good thirty seconds before he makes it to the door. His hair is messy and he’s wearing grey sweatpants and a green sweater that looks like it was thrown on haphazardly before walking to the door. Sleep fills his eyes as he rubs them in the morning light, the sun hitting him just right and giving his skin a beautiful golden color as well as lighting up his eyes. At first, he looks confused as to who could possibly be ringing his doorbell at the crack of dawn. But once he realizes it’s you, a smile grows on his face.

“I finished the book. I really liked it,” you say before Remus could even get a word out, still panting from the walk over.

“You what?”

“I finished the book.”

“How on earth did you manage to do that?” he questions. His voice beautifully raspy from the night.

“I saw the annotations and I stayed up all night reading. Here,” you say as you hand him the book. “I hope you don’t mind. I wrote some notes back for you.”

He smiles back at you and flips through the pages to look at the annotations you left for him. “Have you slept at all?”

“Nope,” you say while popping the P. “I wanted to finish it as soon as I could and get it back to you.

He stares at you in response, his smile growing larger by the second. “Come in,” he says as he moves to the side of the doorway to give you space to walk in.

You walk in his house and he leads you to his bedroom.

“Come on,” he says as he pulls open the covers. “Let’s get some sleep.”

You join him in the bed as he pulls you close to him. The heat radiates off of his body and warms you up as you cuddle into his body. Sleep falls upon you quickly and the last thing on your mind before you fall asleep is Remus Lupin.

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telltalebatman · 8 months

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a make up kiss

time to branch out a lil, revisit........ the city of zaun. yeah i still hadn't done anything w/ silco, he's on the backburner for now.

Silco paid her a visit one evening.

In hindsight, she should've known he was coming; yes, her crystal ball was exclusively just for show - but it wouldn't take a seer to know that the Eye of Zaun would like a word with her after she sold him out to a local gang. Not that his life was ever in any danger; all that Andy told them was that Silco's allergic to mint. She didn't tell them that Singed fitted him up with an antidote that he carried around with him at all times, or that Sevika was particularly good at picking up any lingering notes of mint in his food.

See? He was never in any danger. She would never allow him to come any closer to death than he already had; not after she had brought him back from near-death countless times already, to the point of having to put a spell on him to stop him from nearly dying for five damn minutes. She simply liked him too much; his dry wit, his sly smile, his hideous face.

(That, of course, she would never tell him. That was between her and her perfumed diary.)

Silco, however, seemed... Less understanding. And Andy could not blame him - many attempts had been made on his life. Many people wanted him dead. He had to kill his closest friend once; and judging from his expression as he barged into her boudoir, dripping wet from the pouring rain - he was about to have her blood on his hands as well.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" he asked her, his tone and expression equal parts outraged and heartbroken, way more heartbroken than she would've guessed. "You witch-"

"Oh, so now you acknowledge my magic?!" she refuted, jumping up from her cozy chair, not even caring that she was in her nightgown, and he was dripping all over her precious carpet. "Who gave you the right to talk to me like that anyway?!"

In response, he snarled and grabbed her by her bodice, his teeth inches away from her face.

"I gave you everything!" he shouted in her face as she screamed back at him, digging her nails into his hands. That bodice did cost money, for fuck's sake; and she did not buy it only for him to tear it to pieces. Least he could do was treat her to some dinner first. "I almost died so you could get that water - and this is how you repay me?!"

How is he STILL not over it after five years?! I didn't even ask him to go to Ismegolia with me.

"A girl has to eat," she replied, kicking him in the shin; it didn't do much, since she was barefoot. "Now get over yourself, and get out before I show you what this witch is capable of." she added angrily; and much to her surprise - it worked.

Well - partially.

Yes, he did let go of her - but he was still very much there, looming over her, dripping water all over her favorite carpet.

"You are now on your own," he said finally, holding his index finger up angrily; and her heart sunk a bit. "No more protection from me. This - this is it. You've crossed a line, witch."

With that, he turned around and left, slamming the door on his way out; and she was left alone with her thoughts.

That was one week ago.

Despite his threats, no grand cataclysm befell her little corner of Zaun; no bloodthirsty killers emerged from the shadows to put an end to her life. Seemingly, nothing had changed; with one, tiny exception.

"I'm sorry," Singed said with a remorseful headshake. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"What do you mean, you can't?!" bewildered Andromachia asked. "It's a fucking cough syrup, not an elixir of eternal life. Is it the ingredients? I can get you the ingredients. Just say the word."

Singed let out a singular chuckle.

"You misunderstood," he said. "Your request is wholly possible. But I am afraid... Silco would not be happy with me if I kept helping you."

REALLY?!

"You cannot possibly be serious, Singed," she said angrily. "You won't help me because of Silco? What does he have to do with my cough syrup?!"

"I'm afraid that is between the two of you to discuss, not for me to decide," Singed replied with an uncharacteristically blase shrug. "Now, if you'll excuse me..."

In response, she only gritted her teeth; there was no point in trying to negotiate. What she had to do was made clear; she had to make nice with Silco.

Again.

She was on his doorstep not an hour later; her own pride be damned - she needed that cough syrup. Evening shows tended to put a strain on her throat; and she needed her voice to pay the bills. It wasn't even the first time she was in this exact situation; but hopefully - it would be the last.

"Take me to him," she said the moment Sevika opened the door and stared down at her silently.

In response, Sevika only sighed.

"I think it's high time for him to hire a butler," she said in a resigned tone, turning around and motioning for Andromachia to follow her. "Or give me a raise."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Silco said from his office the door to which were wide open. "Tell my guest to wait. I'm busy."

"We're all busy, Silco," Andy said, marching into his office; and there he was - sitting behind his desk, the surface of which she could still very vividly feel behind her back. "Can we talk?"

"If we must," he said flatly, motioning for Sevika to leave. "Make it quick. I'm bu-"

"You are not doing anything," she interrupted him; she walked up to his desk, planted her hands on the surface and stared at him. "I can see that."

"Mental work is work too," he said almost defensively, stapling his long, slender fingers together. "Anyway. What brings the ever-powerful Witch of Zaun to my humble abode?" he added with a quiet snicker; and Andromachia gritted her teeth.

"I am here to apologize," she said finally, looking him in the eye; the eye, to be precise.

In response, he raised his brow.

"Apologize?" he repeated after her. "What, pray tell, could you be apologizing for? Couldn't be the fact you sold me out to Klavier's gang. Or... Could it?"

was the leader really named klavier? or is he talking about something else? how many people did i sell his mint allergy to?

"I am sorry for selling you out to Klavier's gang," she choked out finally; pride be damned, she really needed that cough syrup. Plus - it's been a lonely few days without him. "Now please tell Singed I said sorry so he can give me my cough syrup."

His eyebrow twitched slightly, as did the corners of his lips.

"Was that really so hard to say?" he said finally with that disgusting, obnoxious, annoying, self-satisfied smirk painted on his face. "Think I could get used to hearing you apologize. Now, if I recall correctly, you once also-"

She didn't let him finish; she grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him closer and kissed him. Partially to make him shut up - but only partially, since she did like the sound of his voice. No, that was not the real purpose of the kiss - all things considered, she really was sorry. Sure, she acted like she wasn't - but selling him out to Klavier did weigh on her conscience. All in all, he did a lot for her in past; helped her out when no one else would, all because he liked the bravado she exhibited when she tried to pickpocket him years ago, on that one fateful day.

I'm sorry, her lips said against his; I'm sorry.

I know, the fact he kissed back said. Welcome back... Sorceress.

#4.txt #arcane #silco #anyone remember him? bc i do lol #sandy

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Ley! Ley! I’m just so sgisiskandlsjekksnddm. The whole time I was reading the chapter I was smooshing my face against my phone! I kept going from holding back tears to trying not to giggle like a school girl! It was an emotional overload! This chapter killed me. I couldn’t handle how touching it was.

Levi opening up just a little more and kissing your hand! I just died at all the hand attention in this chap. Also 🥺 holding you while you ugly cry. And that meltdown the reader had hit so close to home, I felt so exposed reading that! and then Levi just encouraging reader to be happy. Like your cracking my fucking heart open like an egg. It’s just making a gooey mess here.

How scared Levi was. Like how he keeps reminding himself that he has to TRY. He has to open up because what’s even worse then being rejected is losing whatever it is that you let him have bdkkshdkshejemksjensn

But I love how reader had no idea what the tattoo meant! Like low key if that was me id be like ??? I wasn’t teasing your tits this whole time cause what? of a tattoo? Sounds like wasted time to me. (I’m sorry I have to use humor to deflect how much this made me feel.) Also just getting to wash with Levi and molding yourself to him and him feeling skin on a place he hasn’t allowed almost like a form of punishment! But reader is so tender with him!

Laying with him in bed and just talking was so therapeutic. Like this whole chapter was! It was like taking the biggest breath of fresh air. Also my money is his first love being Furlan. But I just love how open he was in this chapter and just while being open with the reader is easier than other people it’s still a choice. One he’s not taking lightly. I’m just laying on the floor trying to keep it together while he opens up more and more. Also how reader checks if what he’s doing is normal for these arrangements and it’s not but they can’t let themselves hope or assume!

But then the domestic day! Ley! Ley! I’m turning to mush with all this fluff. I can’t tell you how many times I re-read breakfast with Levi. Making sure he doesn’t fall off the ladder like it’s nothing but it’s something. Its everything! It’s showing the reader cares! Without even thinking she’s takes care of him! And he’s not had that since his mom! Where someone cares about him and doesn’t make him feel like it’s a chore- HES A CHORE. or even something that can be compromised. It just is!

The nail! I’m just 🥺. THE NAIL MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN THE FIANL NAIL IN MY COFFIN. Babygirl him. He deserves it. He needs to be loved and wanted and treated so tenderly. Specking of tenderly the soft touches from playing with his sleeve to the creasing the hip. It’s so SO MUCH. It’s got so much MUCH-NESS! Like the way this chapter made my heart explode and even thinking back on it my chest is filling and I’m smiling. But you sent me to Nirvana when he asked the reader to stay! 😍

CHRIS!!!!!!!! I've grown obsessed with writing about hands and perhaps I've gone a bit overboard at times but AHDFJ

He appreciates her so much :( can't even handle losing the hold on her hand for a second. Can't even deal with the fact that she might be mad at him :(((( He is baby. Precious baby boy :(

YOUR BIT ABOUT THE TATTOO HAHA. I totally get you omg dfhjskdjfh WASTED TIME LMAO pleaaaseee. dfkjhsdf Idly chatting in bed is just gfjkddfhjgnj the cuddling..low voices and whispers :(( it makes me melt. It makes me so soft help. INTERESTINGGGG theory with Farlan hehe so I'm hearing a few for Erwin and then a couple for Farlan...very interesting...

FDGHDFJKGH I wanted to cry over the ladder part just bc.. :(( the first time reader was on the ladder and Levi helped her and now :(( SHE'S doing it for him AGH <333 THE CHORE OH MY GOD I'm on the verge of tears rn Chris, it's like you KNOW what I'm going for so well istg you're in my brain!!! ;;;;;;;;

THE NAILLLLLLLLLL IS MY FAAAVEEEEEEEEEEE <3 Just seeing a glimpse of a tiny lil shiny gem on his pinky when he's pulling out his phone or something SOBBINGGG. (I was dying to keep writing past the last line but I will save more for the upcoming chapters dhfjsjkghfkjg)

CHRIS. THANK YOU SO much for such thoughtful inputs and comments as always. THey always mean so much to me. I truly smiled so so much while reading it. Ilu ;; <33333 thank you for reading <3333

#pwasoi.ask

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lewis-winters · 3 years

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(gif by @lyselkatzfandomluvs)

oh? me? writing about single dad!lewis who is a disaster human being but a good dad to a precocious little girl named Bea who adores him but at the same time thinks her daddy is the silliest person to ever exist?

you bet your ASS i am.

anyway, here have this headcanon list:

Bea is Lew's little girl from a one night stand. her mom didn't want to abort, but she didn't want to keep her, either. Lew considered putting her up for adoption, but the second the doctors let him hold her he knew that that just wasn't an option.

at that point, Lew never really knew what love was. not really. but looking down at that lil bundle in his arms that resembled more a bean than human, he decided then and there that that is exactly what true love feels like.

Bea is AMAB and has always known she was a girl. Lew always indulged her, especially when she finally learned how to talk and walk and have opinions. if Bea said she wanted to wear a dress or play with dolls or grow out her hair, he'd let her and he'd sass down anybody that let her feel like she couldn't. bc of that, Bea never thought that she was anything but a girl for ages.

i mean, the only thing she truly hated was her name. bc it was a boy's name and was therefore very ugly.

when she was four, she told Lew and everybody that would listen that she wanted to be called Beatrix-with-an-X instead of the name they gave her. she heard it on tv one day and loved it so much, she just decided to use it and that was that.

I wouldn't say Lew didn't have his moments of crisis over it-- he had a whole paradigm shift, and he definitely had to read up some stuff and talk to people, but he never let Bea know it. that's his baby girl. and he loves her. he'd never forgive himself if he'd ever let her feel otherwise.

he calls her BumbleBea on a regular basis, but in his head and when referring to her to anybody else, he calls her Little Miss Nixon

occassionally Little Miss Hypochondriac if she's being particularly fussy that day

bc Bea is VERY fussy

she's under the belief that her daddy doesn't take care of himself very much. she is right. Lew does not like to admit it.

she prepares his vitamins and reminds him to drink water and eat his veggies

they take care of each other a lot

Lew makes sure Bea does her homework and is polite and gets dressed real nice and is making the right friends

Bea makes sure Lew remembers to brush his teeth or eat breakfast or drink water or dress up warm during the winter

their little mantra in the morning is--

Lew: Be good, but if you need to be bad--

Bea: Don't get caught!

Bea also understands sarcasm a bit too well for a baby child

Lew says it's the natural Nixon gene. Blanche says it's bc Bea spends way too much time with Lew.

Bea calls Lew two things: Daddy, on the regular, and Dada when she wants to be cuddled or carried or held or comforted

Lew has NO idea why she does, but every time he hears her call him Dada while holding out her arms in a silent request to be picked up, he melts into a puddle

George, Lew's old college buddy and Bea's godfather, and Blanche are her regular babysitters. she loves them both so much but she definitely loves Blanche more because when she's with Aunt Blanche she gets presents

George treats her like a mini adult, which just kinda reinforces why she's so fluent in sarcasm to begin with or why she's half as mischievous as she is.

Bea is a morning person. Lew is a night owl. when Bea was a baby, this was definitely a problem, bc she'd have Lew running to her side at 3 am, so much so that he just moved her bassinet to his room and then just little by little let her migrate to his bed and let her serve as his alarm clock.

but when she started to walk and talk and become big enough to do things on her own, they've come up with a system where she'd get up, try her best to make Lew coffee, then wake him up with kisses

the coffee is never good but Lew swallows it down anyway

Lew is very good at braiding hair for some reason

Bea always did say that her Daddy is fit to be a stay at home husband bc he keeps track of their household stuff better than his at work stuff

Lew doesnt work at the plant-- Stanhope didn't like the name Beatrix, let's just say. Lewis told him to go fuck himself. thankfully before doing that, he saved enough money to sustain him and Bea until he could find a job. also, he has a group of very good friends and an amazing sister who stuck by him and Bea, so really, leaving Nixon behind to get a fresh new start in New York with his baby girl was the best decision he has ever made

(Lew always says Bea saved him somehow-- taking care of another human being helped him learn, little by little, how to take care of himself. how to function. he wants to be a better man for Bea, wants to be able to be somebody she's proud of. and by wanting that and doing everything to be that, he's managed to heal himself. day by day. it hasn't been easy. but it has been worth it.)

(he still drinks, though. but never in front of Bea. and never more than a glass. he can't afford to go down that road right now. not with Bea.)

Bea meets Dick first. she's seven years old in a brand new school being run by her dad's college friend and her godmother, Kitty and Dick, fresh from his last tour in Iraq, is there to visit Kitty's boyfriend and fellow teacher, Harry, who is his old college buddy.

Bea likes Mr Winters very much and talks about him to Lew when she gets home

Dick, of course, is easily charmed by this precocious lil girl with an inquisitive nature and an oddly dry sense of humor. He's planning on getting a job in the school's administrative branch so he's there quite a lot. Bea always stops to talk to him, and he never fails to humor her. He rather enjoys her company.

Lew, otoh, is getting very jealous

all Bea can talk about is Mr Winters said this and Mr Winter said that and ooohhh did you know Mr Winters was a soldier? that's pretty cool

Lew has a 9-5 desk job. Bea doesn't think that's very cool.

bc of this, Lew does not like this Mr Winters on principle

All of Bea's godparents (George, Kitty, Lip, and Ron) and her Aunt Blanche think this is hilarious

Everytime Lew sees them, he grumbles about Mr Winters. This, of course, drives Kitty to find a way to introduce them.

so, during during the Parent Teacher Conference, Lew meets Dick. and he finds he does like Mr Winters after all. he likes Mr Winters a lot.

Dick, otoh, sees Bea light up and run into Lew's open arms, giggling when Lew peppers her face with kisses and raspberries, and immediately knows he is very much In Trouble.

Bea, being perceptive as she is, picks up on their mutual crushes on each other and thinks they're meant to be (she's right, of course) and immediately starts trying to push them together.

Bea: Mr Winters, do you like bad boys?

Dick, who most definitely has always had a thing for dark haired, rakish characters with hearts of gold and is also blushing very hard: Uh... sure I do

Bea: Great. Because my daddy is bad at everything.

it becomes Bea's mission to get her daddy and Mr Winters together

she doesn't have a plan for it. she just waits to throw them at each other at every opportunity until something happens.

she's very determined. Lew would stop and admire her ambition if only he wasn't busy fumbling into this new relationship with Dick while also doing his best to be a good dad.

and it's all very cute and fluffy and nothing bad ever happens ever bc this is my au, gdi, and i'm allowed to be as indulgent as i want, thank you.

#band of brothers #winnix #bob aus #bob hcs #long post #beatrix nixon

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irepookie · 5 years

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Infinity Chapter 4-

Meet The Family (PT.1)

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine

John: Rick Lincoln (Cause he is John Richard Deacon born on August 19th 1951™™™™™)

Brian: Terry Garrett (Cause my uncle used to have a black puddle named Terry and I had no choice)

Freddie: Len Mars (Yea I couldn't help myself)

Chapter 4- Row opens up with the boys about the raisin.

“I'm a dad”........

"Okay, let's... let's get over this again: A daughter?" Terry, the band's guitarist couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, Terry. A daughter" Row repeated for the 19th time from the other side of the phone.

"A baby." Len said, taking another sip of his tequila.

"No, a 30 year old alpaca." Row said sarcastically. "Yes, a goddamn baby. Fucking gorgeous, just so you know"

"And you're gonna keep her." Rick, who had been quietly plunking his bass' strings, added. "Are you sure?"

"It's done. I've already kept her. And it's not like I'm rescuing a shelter dog. She's mine. Period."

"Sorry, was just trying to... Wrap my head around it"

To be honest, Row still couldn't quite believe it (that he was a father). Not even now, as he tried to convince his best friends while holding his girl with the other arm.

"And is your mom okay with it?" Terry asked

He scoffed, clutching his Lil raisin close at the thought "My mom has no say in this".

"But she knows" Rick said.

He sighed "Yes, she knows. And she was a bitch about it, okay? She can disown me for all I care". It's not like there was much to inherit, anyway.

There was a general sigh from his three best friends.

"And what are you gonna do?"

" 'bout what?"

"Um, I don't know, man. About School? Maybe about your life in general?"

"School ain't something I'm worrying about".

"What a surprise" Rick rolled his eyes.

"But you're still in the band right?" Len said

"Oh, of course. Of course. You guys are gonna be the only ones keeping me sane"

They chuckled

"But we ain't gonna babysit for you, huh?"

"As if you knew anything about babies"

"Well, the same as you." Terry said

"Just what I was saying: nothing at all" Row grinned

"Her future looks bright, then" Len half teased.

"Incandescent, in fact" Row could pretty much hear Terry's arched eyebrow.

The youngest member could only roll his eyes and try not to take it as an insult. He knew this was a lot to process all of a sudden and that in the inside, beyond the sarcasm and teasing, they were happy for him.

"Whatever, guys" he replied, as Pips began to frown. He sighed, knowing that meant smelly treat was on its way "Gotta go. By the way, she just told me she thinks you guys stink" he grinned, before hanging up.

The other three men exchanged a confused glance, and stayed in silence for a minute, until Len broke it:

"I say he'll go completely nuts in seven days".

"That long? Nah, I think less than 24 hours after they leave the hospital." Terry said

Len smirked "Bet?"

"I'm a bit tight at the moment, pal"

"Then not money. If I win, you'll be my model for the midterm design project. It's 30's fashion. For ladies, of course".

"Ok. But if I win you'll do my chores for a whole weeks."

"A whole week?!"

"Seven days, if you prefer it."

They shook hands "Deal. Rick? Join us?"

"I actually rather believe that they'll be alright" Rick got up and stretched.

"Well of course they will. Eventually. Row always figures things out." T said

"The fun part is to watch him go crazy in the meantime" Len chuckled "Like when he first moved in and left a fork in the plate when first using the microwave"

They laughed, remembering how their friend had called them at 9 PM in panic, screaming the microwave had exploded.

"Let's just hope for the best. I mean he seemed quite sure of himself this time. And who knows, maybe being a dad is the best way to grow up." Rick defended

"Yea, well a bit radical, don't you think?" Len said

"Like sock therapy. If smokers quit when diagnosed with lung cancer, maybe Row settles down now he has a baby"

"I just still don't get why he didn't just put her in adoption" T said

Rick shrugged "Would you if you were in his shoes?"

"Absolutely"

"That's exactly how Row would've answered, say, a week ago. That's what we all answer. Until it really happens. I think it's one of those situations where you can't really picture until you live it."

"But this is Rowan Queen we're talking about. Rowan <<Made out with both Jones Twins at the same party Cause I didn't remember which was which>> Queen. I mean, he does know that a kid is gonna freeze his sex life for indefinite time, right? What the hell was going through his head?" Terry said

"I can't believe you think that." Len interjected "I mean, I'm the one who's never gonna be a dad here, and the one who failed biology, but even I get it. He met her right? Before any decision was made, he met her. Once you meet your kid, you're tangled up forever. And you might think you're not but if you give them away you'll never get rid of a feeling of remorse."

"Wow, Lenny, that was deep"

"Yea, where'd you get that from?"

"Just common sense."

"Funny, considering you're the one who's started the bet" Rick grinned

"One thing doesn't prevent the other. And out of the two of us, I'm the optimistic! He gave him one day, I gave him seven! I trust him"

"Well I'm not sure if I do. I mean, I love him, he's a great guy, a great musician, and everything else, but he's not reliable. Remember his first job as a waiter? I'm still waiting for the fish and chips I ordered last April"

The other two chuckled "I once lent him a t-shirt, and I swear I saw Liz Michael's wearing it" Len said

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, well, we can't do anything about it, T. It's his life"

"But this affects us too, one way or another. This affects the band. And he didn't even consult us"

"Well what did you expect him to do? Call and go <<Hey guys, are you fine with me having a daughter? No? Okay, just checking. Bye>>?" Rick imitated a phone with his hand, doing a decent impression of their friend's high voice.

"A head's up would have been nice"

"Terry, just chill for fucks shake. I mean, this is unexpected, but Row's our best friend, our brother, and we have to support him. Because, if he's a dad, that's makes us her uncle's. And it'll be fun having a little niece we can spoil" Len smiled at the idea.

"Spoil? With what money?" Terry, always realistic, put his hands on his hips

"With the upcoming tour's, of course darlings" he twirled majestically around the room

"First, that's in four months" Rick reminded

"If it does happen at all"

They still had one last song to arrange And record. Plus, they didn't know how Row was gonna make it work now he had a baby. But nobody addressed that concern out loud.

"Oh don't be so goddamn negative, fellas! C'mon! We're uncle's! Row's made a very important, life-changing, mature decision, and we should be proud of him. So" he went to the fridge and returned with three beers "I say we toast for him and the lil Queenie"

The other two grinned and accepted the cans, opening them.

"Oh, I say we Split a fourth beer in his behalf, cause parents shouldn't drink while breastfeeding" Terry mocked, earning a laugh

"To the Queens" Rick raised his can "For our little bro to take this seriously and not fuck this kid up"

"To the Queens" Terry and Len crashed theirs as well.

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Meanwhile, in the hospital...

"Goddamn it, raisin! How can someone so small produce so many colors of something so stinky?" Row exclaimed, holding his breath as he clipped the fresh nappy on his daughter "We only feed you milk! Like... Like white milk! How can you turn a white liquid into rainbow pudding? Holy shit" he held the dirty one at arms length and threw it in the bin "It's a damn good thing I love you, cause I won't do this for anyone else" he told her, lifting her up to his chest again before walking around the room

"You gonna be a good girl for me for the next eighteen years? Huh?" He kissed her chubby cheek "What am I saying? You're my daughter, of course you're gonna be a trouble maker. But we'll get along, you'll see. I ain't gonna be like my parents. Don't worry. I won't be a bloody pain in the ass like mom, and I will never ever do anything my old man did. That I can promise. But I gotta admit I do want you to be like Gina. Yea, she's a control freak sometimes, but let's face it: she's gotta be the strongest person I've ever met. You should've seen her kicking the bastard out the house. She took no shit."

He smiled somewhat proudly at the memory, and for a second forgot how mad he was at her for turning her back on them.

"You wanna be a badass gurl like her? Huh? Yes you do. Yes you do" he cooed, craning his neck so he could brush his nose with her little button one. Her fist chose to close around the nearest strands of blond hair on reach, which he found secretly adorable.

But a part of him did wish he had mom's support. After all, despite the rough patches through his teens, they had always had each other's back; through thick and thin. She had have to raise him all alone, and although he hadn't even begun with Pips, he already knew it hadn't been easy. She may be stern, and a bit inflexible when it came to negotiating allowance. She could come across as rude if you caught her in the wrong mood (which many neighbors had) but above all she was a good person and a good mother.

And looking back, he hadn't been such a great son. He could have been more responsible, less handful and more obedient. Less rebellious, too. He could have thanked her more often for the thousand things she did everyday. For the meals. For all the jobs she had taken to provide for the two of them. For the surprise birthday gift she had got him with the money she had been saving: a real drum kit. For helping him move out her house into that one room crappy appartement which would be Pip's home.

But still she had rejected Piper without a second thought, regardless of her anger towards him; Pips was her granddaughter, she had done nothing wrong and as her father, Row doubted he would ever forgive Gina.

He sighed, untangling the hand of his hair and bringing it to his lips "But you don't have to worry about all that. Just concentrate on staying strong and growing up. And I promise I'll focus all of me on being the best dad. That you'll never miss a mom cause you don't need one. You've got me and I swear I'll be enough. Even if I'm still young: I'll have it all more fresh won't I?" He grinned "You're the one person who's never judged me yet, and I don't wanna let you down"

That a was vow. And he was determined to keep it.

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This one goes to my mega-paragraphist @definitely-darcy who's got my engine going through the usual inspiration blocks, and who's reviews help me improve. She's made me believe in this fic, and encouraged me to keep going despite the one digit notes.

Xx- Pookie

#queen band #roger taylor #single dad! roger taylor #dad roger #brian may #Freddie Mercury #john deacon #queen fic #no smut just fluff #non romantic #Infinity fic #baby prune

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iamknicole · 6 years

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The Real Her

A/N: Candace comes clean to Benny.

Ever since the shooting, Benny had done his best to do the right things. He hadn't talked to Candace and even though he had told Mitch to call him for anything, he hadn't heard from or talked to him either. Benny had been there whenever Melissa, his siblings, niece and nephew needed something. He was trying to turn over a new leaf and do better. No one expected it from him, he knew they were waiting for him to slip up again so they could call him dumb but he wasn't going to let that happen.

Melissa was spending the night with Alaina and the kids so that Alaina could braid her hair before their baby arrived. Caleb and Cameron had gone to see about one of Cameron's rental properties that was having maintenance issues. Benny and Hanna were the only ones home, she was in the kitchen cooking while Benny stepped out onto the stoop for fresh air. The sun had already started to set by the time he sat down.

Every time Benny heard a loud noise or someone yell out to him, he panicked for a few seconds. He tried to stop his anxiety but he hadn't found a way to control it. The shooting had given him PTSD, according to his doctor but he didn't want to try therapy without trying to work through it himself.

"Benny, you got a second?"

His brown eyes made contact with his sister's. From her eyes her could see that she was dealing with something but that was of none of his concern.

"You know you're not supposed to be here, Candace. Just leave," he sighed staring out into the street.

She laughed a little leaning against the stone of the stoop. "Is that anyway to treat your big sister, B?"

"Don't go there, Candace. You know nobody in this house wants you around here. Say what you gotta say and leave before Mommy comes out here or Caleb gets back." He warned not looking at her.

Ever since she talked with Caleb, Candace's mind had been going a mile a minute. She knew he was right about everything. As much as she said she loved Benny, she knew she didn't. Something in her wouldn't allow it. She disliked him almost as much as she disliked their mama. But she felt bad.

"I just started feeling guilty and figured I should come by and tell you before someone else did," she explained. She watched Benny's eyes move from the thin traffic to her. "I'm sorry I didn't come see you after you got shot."

"That's what you came here for," he scoffed. "I had everybody I needed there. You would've bought extra drama and you know it. You and Mommy can't be in the same place as each other."

"I didn't come cause I thought the guy had better aim. I thought you were dead."

Benny held his head down, thinking about what she said. It didn't make sense to him.

He stood from the step, staring down at her. "What are you saying, Candace?"

"I'm saying that the person who shot you wasn't after Mitch. They were after you and I," she paused as he walked down the steps, "I was the one who sent them."

"I could have died, Candace! What the hell were you thinking? About some damn money?"

She folded her arms after taking taking a few steps back from her brother's towering frame. "I was thinking that Hanna took my son from me so I was gonna take hers. You were just collateral damage."

"Mommy didn't kill Lil Q, Candace! You did! You killed him with your vindictiveness and greed!" Benny yelled angrily.

"I didn't come here for that, Benny. I came here to tell you what happened so we can move on."

He screwed his face up at her words. "There is no moving on, Candace. You tried to kill me? Your own brother that you say you love! After all the shit I've done for you, even after what you put me through I was still there for your no good ass and defended you to Mommy! Like a dumbass I was always there and This," he yelled pointing to where his wounds were, "This is what you do! This is how you repay me! You try to kill me! I have a baby on the way, Candace! You almost took me from my family for some bullshit!"

No matter what Canace had planned on accomplishing with Benny, that went out the window as soon as he spazzed out on her. She watched him go off with an evil smirk.

"I don't care about any of that, Benny! You're as stupid as everybody says you are. I only dealt with you because I knew you follow me blindly no matter what that Holy bitch said. You're stupid and weak but you're her baby," she spat looking him up and down, "The only real way to hurt her is by using and hurting you, Benny. And I'll succeed just like every other time. I don't love you and never have, you're nothing but a pawn."

With his heart thumping and anger flowing through his veins, Benny snatched Candace by her throat with both hands choking her. He bent her backwards until she was on the ground. Watching her struggle under his grasp, Benny could only hear her words echoing in his head.

"Let go, Benjamin. Let her go," Hanna yelled from the stoop. She had been watching from the door since she heard Benny's first outburst. She could see he wasn't listening and was thankful that Cameron and Caleb had just pulled up.

Both men jumped out of Caleb's suv and ran over to Benny. Cameron pushed his hands against Benny's chest while Caleb wrapped his hands around Benny's wrist carefully pulling them away.

"Easy, B. Let her go," Caleb cooed softly. He looked into Benny's eyes as he repeated himself.

"Benjamin, let her go," Hanna yelled again.

Cameron looked at his mama then his father. He knew Hanna yelling wouldn't help.

"Go on in the house, Mama. We'll be in there in just a second. Right, Benny," he asked. "Tell mama you're coming in there, B."

Benny stared blankly at Cameron, his anger was still there but his grip on Candace's neck had loosened. Hanna watched a few seconds longer before retreating into the house.

Candace gasped for air as Caleb and Cameron pushed Benny away from her. Caleb whispered encouraging words into Benny's ear until his breathing slowed.

"If you thought this was over," Candace gasped out, "I'm just getting started."

"And I'll gladly finish it," Cameron snapped.

Once Caleb was able to get his boys into the house, he sent Cameron upstairs and Benny into the kitchen with Hanna. They needed to talk to Benny. Hanna stood at the counter, her hands braced on the edge as she stared at her distraught son.

"I told you that girl wasn't no good. We all told you that, Benjamin."

Benny stood against the wall with his head down. He didn't have anything to say to her or anyone else.

"Now look at you. You're heartbroken over your evil ass sister. Had you just listened to me, your ass wouldn't be in this shit," Hanna fussed. "But no you carried your ass around her like you know everything and don't know shit, Benjamin! I told you all along she was using you."

Caleb put a hand on her shoulder to calm her. He like everyone else in their family knew that Benny deserves to be fussed at a lot but to Caleb this wasn't one of those times.

"Take it easy, Hanna. He just found out his sister tried to kill him," Caleb whispered.

"I won't," she spat. "I've been telling that boy for how long to stay stay away from Candace's evil ass and he didn't listen."

"To be fair, she would've done this whether or not Benny was talking to her. She did this to hurt you."

Hanna threw her hands up, making her way out of the kitchen. "I don't care. Either way, he should've known better than to be around her for this long time then this shit wouldn't have hurt him this bad. End of story."

Caleb knew he should have gone behind Hanna but his fatherly instincts couldn't allow Benny to stand there like that. His body shook from the tears he cried, it broke Caleb's heart. No matter how dumb Benny was, no one deserved this. Walking around the kitchen to Benny, Caleb pulled his head to his chest allowing him to cry there. His body shook even harder as sobs passed through his lips.

"It's alright, Benny. It's alright. I got you, nothing is gonna happen to you. Nothing."

#tyler lepley #have and have nots

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After hearing about the ban on the song "Baby it's cold outside" I understood immediately why it could be a trigger for people. Although disappointed because it is my favorite song for Christmas season I put the turmoil to rest knowing that it was probably the best choice for the feminist movement of social equality to start to end the sexism and rape culture women have been drowning in since the beginning of time. But while understanding this reflection, I researched the top 10 songs on the Billboard. seeing that it probably would have taken a large number of people to get such a popular and traditional song banned from the radio and yet these top songs are still being played. songs such as "Sicko mode by Travis Scott", "Mo Bamba by sheck Wes", and "Drip too hard by Lil baby and gunna". these songs are the problem it is not traditional songs like "baby it's Cold outside" that represent aggressors in our society but also the songs that speak of women as if they are dollar bills saying they have a lot of hoes and that they make the pussy wet and the vulgar degrading lyrics all throughout our top 10 Billboards.

please, tell me if I get this wrong you're telling me that we had enough people signed a petition saying that "Baby it's Cold outside" should be banned but these songs referring to people as pussies as if they are a negative thing as if they're not strong enough to push a human being out of. Saying they have a lot of hoes; saying that they're bothering them for their money as if women are unable to make their own. These ideas ultimately changing the mindset of our culture by telling everyone, it's okay to use women; it's okay to use drugs stating that they took a xan before their flight and they were out like a light. Children 14, 15, 16, 12, 13, and 10 all of these kids aging, developing, and listening to this music and thinking this is how their life is supposed to be, full of drugs and women. You're going to take off a traditional song such as baby it's Cold outside and keep de-

moralizing, desensitizing, offensive content such as those songs an exact quote from one of the lyrics from sickomode by Travis Scott "Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Hit my esés, I need the bootch... Bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke don't stop pop that pussy" the sexualization of these girls that are listening to this music thinking it's okay to sexualize their own bodies to get their way manipulating men not only hurting men in the long run by desensitizing women thinking that developing emotional connections is only for the weak. It makes preteen girls paranoid about stepping into relationships and lose the value in identifying emotional yearnings but instead purely sexual this desensitizing content hurts our society. And yet baby it's Cold outside is the only thing taken off the radio. the men making these songs are looked up to by young boys those same young boys that touch little girls and say it's okay Travis Scott I said don't stop popping your pussy. Whatever happened to us being offended if you're going to be offended enough to take music off the radio be offended enough to take this off the radio if it really triggers. Being talked about and treated like a piece of meat as a slab of cake that should trigger you.

We should all only appreciate an idea of taking these vulgar things off the radio but also think about taking baby it's Cold outside and what it may do to our country our world even. Growing millennials training themselves that your world should be built around fear. I understand why aggressive behavior could trigger people but telling young people that to be an aggressor is wrong is false things don't get done when you don't have an aggressor relationships don't get started when you don't have an aggressor and I understand the aggressor can be taken in a derogatory format but this is the formal use of aggressor to take the first step slightly forcefully because the truth is there are women out there that appreciate a firm persistent hand it's sad and it's scary because you don't know which is who and you don't know when you're just doing too much when you hear a no that's when you stop when you can see somebody's uncomfortable that's when you stop or at least you take a step back the complementing somebody because you want to talk to them that's being an aggressor not a pedophile not a creep men are the going to be too scared to be viewed as scary or aggressive they don't want to have that name on their forehead because then they have to realize that they are old that's what happens when you get to a certain age people think you're scary when you walk up to them and that's a New concept that you want to stay away from as long as possible and by telling them that you're not allowed to approach a girl because she thinks she's pretty. Telling girls that if you're an aggressor then you're not going to be seen as pretty by anyone training people that it's not okay to be forward you have to beat around the bush you have to hope someone brushes your hand down the hallway and hope that they look at you the way you look at them that hope the blind Faith that something may happen instead of grabbing what you want I understand that I may be too Frank with this what I'm trying to say is aggressors are necessary for the reproduction of our species I guess ending aggressors is a great way to depopulate but it's sad because Obama was an aggress, r not, an aggressive aggressor but he was an aggressor in the relationship and look where that relationship took them all the way to the White House Obama would have not made it there if it was not for Michelle and I'm sure that he could own up to that on his own.

the fact is the people who decided to take off baby it's Cold Outside in the people that listen to the rap music now that degrades women they are present visionaries they don't look into the past or they look into the future and by doing so they are harming our species more than they will ever know training minds and harming people in the way. Will taking these songs off may help your trigger do you think that they may trigger someone else? Somebody that may not be on the planet yet and never will be because their parents never met the way the world was intended to make them meet because their dad was way too scared to talk to their other dad cuz he didn't want to be seen as aggressive or the moms that were supposed to meet and have this great love story. were the two people that found each other finally I knew exactly who they wanted to be when they found each other never did because they were too scared to look at the other person that I when they walk down the street that fear takes away. Fear cannot run a country and fear cannot run us as a society. My motto is felt the fear and do it anyway responsibly of course anyway #girlythings

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date: 4-6-18 place: the unsane ward song: let you down by: nf title: I'm sorry I let you down (dedicated to the Brim brothers and sisters) by: al-tariq Sankofa Gumbs author of: How to Keep your Kids Away from Gangs, The Turtle who got Bullied now on Amazon Kindle! They are about helping our kids. I'm hoping that this post reaches each and every one of you that are reading this and it helps you get a proper understanding of how life is about being able to learn from your mistakes and grow up and be something better than even you thought you could be. this letter is to my Brim brothers and sisters. I want to write to them and share it with the world because I want everyone to see that life is truly something amazing and should be lived for happiness and helping people. so here goes the words of a man who has finally grabbed his shooting star and is riding it to the moon!!!! P.S. This will be a long one so have a seat and ride with me for a second it won't kill you! peace! Dear my Brothers and Sisters, as I sit here in this chair and writing these words I have sat back and done a lot of thinking over my life and the things that I have been through and I would like to share some of them with you so you can see that all the stuff you heard about me may just be people adding on to it, that really don't know what happened to me. first, I want to say that I love each and every one of you because you have chosen to be with something that I choose to give my all too and make it something that you could be proud of. now, when I first joined the set, I was 21 years old and I was so angry over my past and the things I have been through that I wanted to be apart of something that I got to choose who I rode for because at the end of the day we have chosen a gang lifestyle and have to accept everything that came with it. so you would meet someone you know really don't love it the way you do but if he or she is apart of it you have to put your life on the line for them and that always bothered me. people think that the move I did was about power and that's so far from the truth and shows that they don't really know me. I wanted to be able to choose who I rode for and put my life on the line for. now, as I started to go through changes because I was becoming someone under the Bloods that even I didn't see. I was just trying to show the brothers from every set that we are all one and shouldn't be killing each other. when I was coming through the ranks yes I did things to make the hood look stronger than the rest of them because I knew in that lifestyle weakness is preyed upon and will be crushed. so I went hard. I was placed in the gang unit in Northern State Prison for being a leader and riot starter. So, they separated me from everyone again. wouldn't allow me to have a cellie until I was moved over there and they put me with the other brother who was considered a leader. they would pull me out and try and jump me but when they saw I wasn't scared they would take me back to my cell. all because I wasn't afraid to say I was a Blood member. anyway, my time in the gang unit (the first time) was eye-opening and I got to see how if this thing I love didn't get fixed, I and a lot of other good men and women was either going to be killed or spend the rest of our lives in jail. so, when I was finally released from prison in 01, I was 24 years old and had just done 44 months on a 4-year sentence. and I truly wanted to find a sense of peace but as I walked around my neighborhood I got to see that the Bloods and Crips had destroyed the one thing that is for us. our community. so a month later I found a home for the family and tried to make sailing drugs the last priority. I tried to have more love around there than anything. I tried to show as much love to everyone who stepped out there, so they would know that this isn't truly us. we are just angry at our conditions. I spoke to community leaders and everything. but the streets got a hold of me again and I was taken away from them for something I truly tried to stop but anyway, I was back in jail again facing life in prison. so while in the county I tried to help put a truce together with the Crip homies because we are in there fighting for our lives and we still trying to beef with each other over something that truly can be fixed. because why do we hate each other? what's the reason? a lot of my brothers who was somebody under what we stood for was upset but when I sat them down and explained it to them like I'm doing to you they got it. I And in 04 when the then-Councilman Ras Baraka reached out to me through one of the young brothers and asked to be apart of the truce on the streets i told him I'm with it long as it's not political because once it becomes political, the message is lost to all the media and cops getting involved and it's not about them. it's about those kids who look up to the street guys, it about stops killing each other. it's about loving yourself enough not to hate someone else. and if we have to make a show of it so it can be every where and look good on someone resume then I'm not going to tell my lil brothers and sisters to support it. period. because we won't be used. and then soon as something goes wrong your first answer is to lock us down and bury the key. that's not right.) I have placed back into the gang unit once again after I pled guilty to my crime. after being in there for the second time, I truly felt the change in me coming. i felt myself becoming more of a man than a gang member or gang leader. i wasn't trying to become a better gang leader. i was trying to become a better man and then i can be a better leader. i know my position in the Bloods and how I'm looked at. it took me years to really see what every one else saw because to be honest, i was in denial for a long time about who i was in the eyes of the cops, community, and my brothers and sisters. But, i can't run or hide from it anymore because then it seems like I'm lying about my words. So i accept it as what it is but i have chosen to use that position to help now. i was kicked out of N.J. for not being someone who will let them treat us less than human in Northern State Prison because they don't like gang members or understand them. and all the while my own kind was going against me because even back then i had a pet peeve of dealing with fake nonsense, if your being real on who you are i will go to my grave fighting for your right to be who you are. if you want to get a job and still come through and get love its my job as your brother to make sure your not caught up in the nonsense of those of us who is still with the nonsense, i always told the brothers to treat the brothers who want out of the nonsense with love and respect because one day that will be you.it's the way you leave that should be the problem not the fact that your done selling drugs, gangbanging, robbing people and all the nonsense we think we have to do in order to get the love and respect of our peers. and a lot of guys will try and condemn a brother or sister for wanting to live a life of some peace and say they went soft or don't love the hood any more and that's not it at all. everyone gets to a point in their lives where they realize that life is meant to be lived. the problem be the ones who is faking and think this is some type of movie or something and play with their lives as if they have more than one of them and that's who i fought for back then. the real ones who knew who they were and wasn't hiding it behind some pride to impress people. don't get in the car if you don't want to. the situation in Boys in the Hood where Tre said let him out of the car. that was real. even though Doe was hurt he understood and let him out that takes real strength it never meant he didn't love his best friend. Anyway, so the same ones i put my life on the line for was trying to hurt me. it made me so angry, i snapped. and i was shipped to AZ. where i was forced to be around guys who was suppose to be my enemy but now i have to put my life on the line for them because out there its about your race. not your gang colors. So i got to meet good Crips who love what they are but understand that it's real ones under everything and they want change too. So it opened my eyes and i was allowed to see change in my heart. So when i got back to Jersey, i told my brothers and sisters I'm done gang banging. because with gangbanging you have to deal with the politics that come with it. you have to deal with the hate that comes with it. you have to watch even your own who suppose to be with you and if your not doing something they like they find ways to try and cross you out whether with the cops or bullets. so, i didn't want to be apart of that hate any more. it was my entire reason for fighting for the little brothers and sisters back then because i didn't want guys with money or big egos thinking they can just tell the young ones what to do in order to forward these guys own ego of being somebody and that's why the beef started, it had nothing to do with what everyone was talking about. and i don't sit here and say i was perfect and didn't do my share of nonsense, what I'm saying is when it came to this that i love, i chose to always try and do right by it because i knew about the meaning of the first two letters, B.L. and i knew i didn't want to be apart of the last two, O.D. however, like the US attorney said i was still speaking for the same thing i said was done with. So i couldn't explain to her that if I'm going to be accused of being a leader then why not let me use this position to lead them the right way because if i say I'm all the way done and now u have a vacuum and people who only want power and is willing to hurt their own kind in order to get it is going to destroy the community. but i kept my thoughts to myself and took my time like a man even though my own people told on me again. and then i get to the feds and i see all this nonsense going on here where everyone wants to be the man of something. Everywhere i went i tried to get the brothers to see there is a better way to be who you are and still love the thing that you say you love but they been watching Gang land so long they think it's the thing to be. they crash over some of the dumbest shit, and they cross some of the good brothers out over nonsense. i was told on in two spots and then i was stabbed for trying to honor what we love and suppose to stand on as men and my own kind that was suppose to help me stood there and watched and then went to the police on me???. that was it for me. and as i said in my last post i told my brother Tef, I'm there in a different way. i can't and will not put my life on the line while my brothers and sisters sit there and watch me die. To my lil brothers and sisters I'm truly so sorry i let you down because i should have seen this before and been a better leader. I made mistakes because i was very young and didn't understand a lot of the hurdles that was put in my way and even though things didn't turn out the way i hoped i still love y'all to death but back then i did what i could for the family and when the time came i did it for my community but when will i get to rest? it will be 20 years for me in these hell holes and i can barely get a brother to pick up the phone to ask him to go check on my mother or my nephew or son after all i have given it has come to this and yes i'm one of the ones who has never complained or b****** or went to the other side and i gave Y'all a big brother Y'all could be proud to say is your big brother. i never told, never ran, never broke any of our rules in here or out there and this is the thanks a brother like me gets. so what do you think will happen to you once your down and out? and i know a lot of people wish i had life but that isn't in Gods plan. but as i sit here i feel so sorry for the young brothers and sisters who haven't made that change in their mind to want something better out of life. it don't mean you don't love what you was it means your choosing to put your life first,. the life of your kids and family first because you have given what you can to it. and if they love you the way they say they do they will respect it because one day it will be them and they will want the same love when they came through and not treated as if they left a brother to die. my pain is now being released into my writings and I'm going to take this shooting star to the moon, the question is who is going to ride it with me? I'm truly sorry to those who feel i let them down but I'm only human and ask that I don't be judged on who i was but who I am now! love you and didn't know it was going to turn out this long but s*** what's wrong with reading? its fundamental..lol love you words from king Sankofa the retired General!!!! P.S. If your looking for the old me CHECK THE MORGUE!!!!!

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After hearing about the ban on the song "baby it's cold outside" I understood immediately why it could be a trigger for people. Although disappointed because it is my favorite song for Christmas season I put the turmoil to rest knowing that it was probably the best choice for the feminist movement of social equality to start to end that sexism and rape culture women have been drowning in since the beginning of time. While understanding this reflection, I researched the top 10 songs on the Billboard. Seeing that it probably would have taken a large amount of people to get such a popular and traditional song banned from the radio and yet these top songs are still being played. Songs such as "Sicko Mode by Travis Scott", "Mo Bamba by Sheck Wes", and "Drip Too Hard by Lil baby and Gunna". These songs are the problem it is not traditional songs like "baby it's Cold outside" that represent aggressors in our society but also the songs that speak of women as if they are dollar bills saying they have a lot of hoes and that they make the pussy wet and the vulgar degrading lyrics all throughout our top 10 Billboards.

Please, tell me if I get this right. You're telling me that we had enough people signed a petition saying that "Baby it's Cold outside" should be banned but these songs referring to people as pussies as if they are a negative thing as if they're not strong enough to push a human being out of. Saying they have a lot of hoes that are bothering them for their money as if women are unable to make their own. These ideas ultimately changing the mindset of our culture by telling everyone it's okay to use women. It's okay to use drugs stating that they "took a xan before their flight" and they were "out like a light". Children 14, 15, 16, 12, 13, 10, and all of these kids ageing, developing, listening to this music and thinking this is how their life is supposed to be, full of drugs and women.

you're going to take off a traditional song such as baby it's Cold outside and keep demoralizing desensitizing offencive content such as those songs. An exact quote from one of the lyrics from "Sickomode by Travis Scott" "Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Hit my esés, I need the bootch.... Bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke don't stop pop that pussy." The sexualisation of these girls that are listening to this music; thinking it's okay to sexualize their own bodies to get their way, manipulating men not only hurting the men activing this behavior in the long run, by desensitizing women thinking that developing emotional connections is only for the weak. It makes preteen girls paranoid about stepping into relationships and loses the value in identifying emotional yearnings but instead purely sexual. This desensitizing content hurts our society. And yet "baby it's Cold outside" is the only thing taken off the radio.

The men making these songs are looked up to by other young man those same young man that touch little girls and say "it's okay Travis Scott said don't stop popping your pussy". What ever happened to us being offended if you're going to be offended enough to take music off the radio be offended enough to take this off the radio if it really triggers. You being talk to and treated as a piece of meat as a slab of cake that should trigger you.

We should all not only appreciate an idea of taking these vulgor things off the radio but also think the after effects of taking "baby it's Cold outside" off and what it may do to our society. Growing millennials training themselves that your world should be built around fear. I understand why aggressive behavior could trigger people but telling young people that to be an aggressor is wrong is false things don't get done when you don't have an aggressor relationships don't get started when you don't have an aggressor and I understand the aggressor can be taken in a derogatory format but this is the formal use of aggressor to take the first step slightly forcefully because the truth is there are men and women out there that appreciate a firm persistent hand it's sad and it's scary because you don't know which is who and you don't know when you're just doing too much when you hear a no that's when you stop when you can see somebody's uncomfortable that's when you stop or at least you take a step back the complementing somebody because you want to talk to them that's being an aggressor not a pedophile not a creep. men are the going to be too scared to be viewed as scary or aggressive they don't want to have that name on their forehead because then they have to realize that they are old that's what happens when you get to a certain age people think you're scary when you walk up to them and that's a New concept that you want to stay away from as long as possible. By telling them that you're not allowed to approach a girl because she thinks she's pretty. Telling girls that if you're an aggressor then you're not going to be seen as pretty, just desperate. By anyone training people that it's not okay to be forward you have to beat around the bush. you have to hope someone brushes your hand down the hallway, and hope that they look at you the way you look at them. That hope, the blind Faith that something may happen instead of grabbing what you want. I understand that I may be too Frank with this what I'm trying to say is aggressors are necessary in the reproduction of our species. And I guess ending aggressors is a great way to depopulate but it's sad because Obama was an aggressor not an aggressive aggressor but he was an aggressor in the relationship and look where that relationship took them. All the way to the White House, Obama would have not made it there if it was not for Michelle and I'm sure that he could own up to that on his own.

The fact is, the people who decided to take off baby it's Cold outside and that listen to the rap music now that degrades women they are present visionaries they don't look into the past or look into the future and by doing so they are harming our species more than they will ever know training minds and harming people in the way. Will taking these songs off may help your trigger do you think that they may trigger someone else? Somebody that may not be on the planet yet and never will be because their parents never met the way the world was intended to make them meet because their dad was way too scared talk to their other dad cuz he didn't want to be seen as aggressive or the moms that were supposed to meet and have this great love story. were the two people that found each other finally I knew exactly who they wanted to be when they found each other never did because they were too scared to look at the other person that I when they walk down the street that fear takes away. Fear cannot run a country and fear cannot run us as a society. My motto is feel the fear and do it anyway responsibly of course anyway #girlythings

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