#okay I finally gathered myself together to post them here

[neonponders]

Okay so I did a thing. @passivenovember made an excellent post on twitter about kindergarten teacher!Steve and I indulged. ​

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The first day of school should have been the red flag. Day One of kindergarten was technically a half-day, because the little ones might find their first day of school to be overwhelming. It was a fifty-fifty chance that a student had done preschool before kindergarten, so the day was only from 8am to noon.

Steve had been doing this job for long enough that he had developed a good eye for which kids would be problematic. It was never indicated by the children, themselves.

It was the parents.

The first day of school was an unofficial parent-teacher conference, with Steve meeting every parent and introducing himself and his classroom to them. Plenty of parents were sweet as could be and profusely grateful, because they had been waiting four or five years for this day: the day they’d finally get to have more hours to themselves. Hours for self-care. Hours at their workplace to make better money. An overall passing of the baton to someone else to raise their kid.

As for the kids themselves, they were easy to read in regards to who’d been in daycare or not. They were either very social or immediately minded their own business. The kids who looked around like they were lost were where he devoted the most of his time on the first day.

Lila Hargrove was one of the latter. She walked in, holding her dad’s hand next to her head while the other fiddled close to her mouth. She didn’t suck her thumb, but she seemed to be thinking about it.

Steve stood up from where he crouched next to a table, getting the others settled and extended a hand. “Good morning! I’m Steve Harrington.”

The father was able to shake his hand since he carried his daughter’s purple backpack on one shoulder. “Billy Hargrove. This is my cupcake, Lila."

Hearing her name, her head jerked up, but Steve smoothly knelt on one knee for her level. “Hi, Lila. I’m Mr. Steve. What’s your favorite thing to do?”

He liked giving the kids options on the first day. Coloring? Reading? Blocks? Anything to help them establish a comfort level with the room.

Lila hesitated for a long moment, long enough for Steve to almost stand back up to address her father, but she murmured, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured. There was nothing wrong with being shy or anxious. Usually mothers or both parents brought their kids in for the big day. A dad on his own…Hargrove was hardly the first, but they were always a bit special. “I made a present for everyone on their first day. Do you and your daddy want to open it together?”

She sure did, looking up at her father with the most hopeful expression, it made Steve’s heart pinch. Billy smiled down at her but prompted, “I see name plates.”

Steve guided them through the room with a brief glance at his other students to make sure they were behaving and occupied. He’d gathered them in one spot, but for lessons, they’d sit in their designated seating arrangement. Pulling out Lila’s chair for her, he explained, “I folded construction paper for everyone’s name plate. One of your first projects, Lila, will be decorating yours. After that, I’ll have them laminated so you can collect stickers on it throughout the year.”

Lila’s name stood on a table in the corner of the room. The nook was framed by cubic shelves and hooks mounted on the walls, which also had names over them: less glamorous marker written on masking tape. Colorful backpacks featuring action figures already hung from some of the hooks. Hargrove took his daughter’s backpack off and set it on her table. “Everything on the school supply list is in here.”

“Great!” Steve said as he took a box bound up with ribbon from one of the shelves. “I try to supply some of the stuff myself, but the school always gives out the same list. Do you want to do the honors?”

Again, Lila looked to her father. Disciplined, Steve wondered in the back of his mind, but the alert didn’t go off in his head. Far from it, he smiled as Hargrove knelt beside her chair and pinched one end of the ribbon bow.

“One? Two…” he counted, and the smile that his daughter blossomed with gave Steve a wave of relief; both in the comfort she had with her father as well as a knowledge of numbers. She took the other ribbon tail and they pulled on three. Lila whipped off the box lid to reveal a small stuffed lion, a Lego block the size of her hand, and a box of glitter crayons.

Hargrove pulled out the soft lion and poised it on the table that she’d be sharing with three other students. “Well, look at him. Does he have a name?”

Steve opened his mouth to prompt Lila to name him, but she piped, “Panthera leo! Like daddy!”

Steve’s mouth froze open around a, “Huh?”

Hargrove grinned as his daughter shoved her hand into his dark blond hair, and then ruffled the lion’s mane. Then he looked up at Steve. “The lion was a good choice. She loves animals right now. She only knows like six, but that includes their Latin name.”

“I…’ve never met a kid who knew Latin,” Steve recovered. “I have a confession, though. The lion and crayons are for you, Lila, but the block is for me. I like for all my kids to write their names on a block so I can build something with them at the end of the year.”

Hargrove’s eyes immediately swept up to the Lego sculptures on top of the arts and crafts cabinets. A small smile ghosted over his face, but he didn’t point them out to his daughter. “Lila can write most of her name but struggles a little with round letters.”

“That’s okay. We do a lot of practice with writing. The block is a promise: I’ll keep it safe for you, and you’ll be able to write your name and help me build something in the spring. How’s that sound?”

Whether or not parents understood the promise didn’t really matter. It was always worth it by the end of the year to remind the kids of their first presents, and seeing their excitement at such a long awaited activity.

Hargrove got it, though. “You play the long game.”

Steve looked up and smiled, only to face the full brunt of Billy Hargrove’s gaze. Attractive was an understatement. Water blue eyes pinned Steve in place, a chiseled jaw but full cheeks giving the man a stop-traffic appeal as well as an approachable softness. His short hair was long enough to imply that he was due for a haircut or in between styles; the broken and wonky curls had been haphazardly shoved to one side of his head. The man wore an ironed button-up, but his shoes gave him away: dirty black Converse with ombré pink and purple shoelaces.

Steve responded on autopilot. “Delayed gratification can be a doozy. Might as well make it fun.”

Hargrove didn’t really answer. He just sort of nodded and returned his attention to his daughter.

Lila Hargrove was a good girl. She loved animals, showed an early propensity for math, and carried the collective sweetness, observation, and behavior skills that teachers longed for.

Billy Hargrove was a red flag. He exhibited over-protective, analytical habits alongside a bizarre talent for filling every minute of Steve’s time when he wasn’t directly managing the kids or other parents coming and going.

Going, being the key word.

Hargrove stayed at the school all the way until noon. Then he donned the purple backpack and carried his daughter out, encouraging her tiny fists into the air for completing her first day.

“Donalds! M’Donalds!” she chanted.

Some time later, as Steve cleaned his classroom, vacuuming the reading time rugs, disinfecting each table, and tagging each Lego block with another masking tape label—so nobody had a crisis in May like, “But my block was Blue in August! Why’s it yellow now?”—a knock sounded on his doorframe.

Steve looked up, prompting Billy Hargrove to stroll in with a familiar paper bag. “Delivery for Mr. Steve. One Oreo McFlurry with a medium fry.”

Steve leaned back in his seat. He’d been standing for most of the morning, he couldn’t be bothered anymore. “Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Are you lactose intolerant?”

“No?”

“Then it’s my pleasure,” he said with finality, giving the bag a shove to be a few inches closer to Steve. With the smell permeating the room, he couldn’t say no.

He asked while unpacking the bag, “Where’s Lila?”

“Her dance class. My P.A.’s got her while I get some work done. I just wanted to say thanks for catering today for the kids.”

Steve used the time to bite through four fries at once while he formulated an answer. This guy’s got a personal assistant?

“I’m happy to. Their first day in here is kind of the first day of the rest of their lives. It’s my job to help them feel safe and confident in here.”

A smile twitched on Hargrove’s face. “You’re playing nice, but I did notice the other parents leaving their kids in your hands.”

Steve allowed himself a harmless glare. “I can deal with a helicopter dad for a few hours. But after today, it won’t be up to me.”

The man held up a hand as if to gently move that aside. “I won’t need the principal escorting me out. I’m too busy to be here all day, anyhow. I just needed the full measure of the person who would be here with my girl.”

Steve looked up with the massive McFlurry spoon in his mouth. “Anph?”

Billy’s stoic bravado visibly dented as a laugh blurt out of him. “And you’re all right. But if my kid comes home crying, you might not be.”

Steve let exactly what he thought about being threatened ripple under his features as they steeled into what his best friend called, “Customer Service Harrington.”

And yet…he felt pinned in place again...because Billy’s eyes flashed, his expression opening as if he were intrigued—excited—by pissing Steve off. The spark settled as quickly as it manifested, making Steve wonder if he’d imagined it.

“The kids go home everyday with a progress folder. You’ll have my notes on the hottest kindergarten gossip.”

Billy laughed breathily, but it wasn’t as real as the rest of his emotive gestures. He lightly slapped the surface of the desk and dragged his hand away as he pivoted toward the door. “I’m looking forward to it, Harrington.”

#harringrove #teacher!steve #kindergarten teacher!steve #passivenovember #neonponders #😘 #i hope it doesn't suck lol #ficlet

[leveller-75]

Not Allowed | M.H

A/N: Hi! Im back (finally). This ones been in my drafts for a while so i thought why not post it now, i want to say that i do not own the song Not Allowed by TV Girl. I also want to say that this is purely fiction and made up so please bare in mind that somethings may not be similar to real life events. Thank you for being so patient ! x

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

WARNINGS: angst, toxic relationship

SUMMARY: You open up to your therapist about your's and matty's toxic relationship.

MASTERLIST

Here I am once again. Therapy. Not the place I want to be, but I know it will help me in the long run. I cautiously open the door trying to let all my anxiety flow out of my body. I create small conversation with the woman behind the counter as she lets my therapist Ben know I have arrived. I take a seat in the waiting room, as I look around the familiar setting I get lost in my thoughts, before I know it I'm getting called in for my session.  

“So, how's it been with you and Matty recently, anything changed?” my therapists asks 

“God how should I begin this...” I let out a huge sigh as I place my head in my hands trying to gather all the key information 

“I remember last session you were saying how it started when you were with him” he states, as I lift my head up suddenly remembering everything I spilled last session. 

“Yes! Yes, oh my god how could I forget” I let out a nervous laugh as I go on to explain “I mean when you go out you always see couples dancing together, drinking together just having a good time doing what couples do, but he never took me out to dance and to have a good time... I guess hes playing with my head in a way” I quickly stop myself “Sorry I'm rambling...” 

“No worries at all, that’s what I'm here for” he quickly writes everything I said down into his notebook. God how can people write that fast. He then looks at me “Did he ever make you cry?” 

/Flashback/ 

I was sat on the sofa at home watching tv waiting for Matty to come home after a long day of working in the studio. I heard the front door creek open as I peek over my shoulder to see Matty taking his coat and shoes off and just shoving them on the floor. “Thats not like him to do that” I mutter to myself. I grab the tv remote pausing the tv, walking over to him I could see visible anger on his face. Something must have happened at the studio. I place my hand softly on his back as I slowly rub it up and down 

“You okay? You seem a bit down...” I quietly say not wanting him to lash out on me 

“Mhm” he responds bluntly, shoving my hand off him as he walks to the living room slumping down on the sofa with his head in his hands. I slowly follow him sitting on the sofa opposite. 

“Do you wanna talk about it, it's okay if you don’t" I say with a slight smile on my face trying to comfort him in a way.   

“Talk about what. I told u I was fine, nothing's happened. I have nothing to talk about at all.” he responds quite aggressively. “Sorry I didn-” I start to reply until he rudely interrupts me “LISTEN TO ME. Go do what you do best, go out for a walk, go to a café, GOD just leave this house I can’t stand your pity any longer. I told you I'm fine leave it at that. I don’t want to speak to you right now, please just leave”. My eyes start to fill with tears as I quickly wipe the ones that escape from my cheek, standing up from the sofa with shaky hands I make my way to the storage cupboard to get my shoes as I grab the spare key and quickly evacuate. I hear faint bangs and things getting smashed as I leave the house, walking further and further away. The more I walk the more tears start to fall down my face. Although this wasn’t the first time he’s done this, it never gets easier watching him get so angry with me so fast for no reason. 

/Real Life/ 

“Uh, not often but sometimes yeah...” I lie not wanting to explain how many times Mattys made me cry for no reason, I start playing with my hands waiting for my therapist to say something 

“I can tell your lying by the way you're playing around with your hands but i guess this whole situation is different cause you love him, and it will be hard to get out of a relationship like this” he states “I know u may not like this but it's your turn now. Make your own decisions, you can choose how u want your life to be like in the future. Don’t let a man ruin it for you, now tell me when you first started to notice Mattys change of heart towards your relationship.” 

“When our relationship first started it was like heaven, I really thought id be with him forever he was so loving and determined to keep our relationship blooming and strong but after a few months he just slowly started giving up and I felt him slipping away” 

/Flashback/ 

“Hey darling, how's your day been” he asks me giving me a peck on the forehead. 

“It's been stressful, but it's all done now so I can finally relax” I say with a small sigh as he comes behind me and starts to massage my back giving small kisses here and there. 

“I’m gonna book us a table in the best restaurant I can find, and I'll pay for everything. My treat” I laugh at his way of explaining the restaurant, but I agree to the offer. 

*Time Skip* 

Matty had informed me that he might be a few minutes late, so I decided to make my own way to the restaurant.  

I had been waiting for almost an hour now, the feeling I knew all too well started to grow more and more as I begin nervously picking at my nails frantically looking around the room to see if I could spot his face in the crowd of people. Everyone looked so happy, laughing and joking around with one another. Then there was me. The girl who got stood up by her own boyfriend. 

I called his phone several times. No answer. Tears started welling up my eyes slowly beginning to blur my vision. Quickly wiping the tears away, I left the restaurant feeling every emotion possible, making my way back home. 

As soon as I arrive home I see a silhouette of a male laying on the sofa that immediately shot up after hearing the door shut. His face drop’s as he realised he’s messed up once again. 

“God, darling I'm so sorry. I've been really stressed at the studio recently and I-” he rambles trying to pity me 

“It’s fine matty, just leave it. Your wasting your tongue with your lame excuses and lies.” I reply bluntly as I make a quick exit to the bedroom. 

Shotting myself down onto the bed like a ragdoll, I shove my face into the pillow and let out all the tears that have been held in my eyes like prisoners in jail cells.  

“God im so stupid” I let all my emotions out as I slowly drift off into deep sleep. 

/Real Life/ 

“Obviously I started to suspect he doesn’t intend on doing anything he says at all but I was too scared to speak up about it” I finish explaining what happened on the “date” night, slowly lifting my head up to try and read my therapists face for a reaction. A soft alarm goes off as I let out an unexpected sigh.  

“Our sessions over for now, it was lovely having you here again. Thank you for trusting me, im really seeing an improvement from our first session up to now, so keep it up. Please remember you can always send me a message anytime and I can try to help virtually but if you would like to book another appointment let the receptionist know. Go relax, run yourself a hot bath. I hope to see you again soon” My therapist sends me a quick smile. Whispering a quiet thank you, I leave the room and make my way to the car checking my phone to see a message from Matty

 

Matty: 

Hi darling, I couldn’t bring myself to do this in person and I know its cowardly of me to do this over text but I think its best if we took a break. You need some time to heal and so do I. I've came to the conclusion that I've been a really fuckin' shitty boyfriend these past few months and you deserve better. I hope we’re still friends and I hope you don’t mind me saying this one last time but, I love you and wish you the best x 

 Read 3:06pm. 

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[ljxlj48]

A Racer's Heart

Chapter 03

F1Driver!Jeno X Reader X F1Driver!Jaemin

Preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05…

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content, drugs, alcohol, angst, dangerous situation

Word Count: 3.1K+

Author's Note: I am not good at making sure I got all the warnings, so if you guys think I should include something please let me know. Also after this chapter most of the story revolves around their relationships rather than the sport, so it should pick up from here on out. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3333

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“16 turns, two DRS zones, I want you to make sure that no one is within a second of you on the straights, that’s basically going to be like…” 

“Like giving my position away,” Jeno cuts off your statement as you both walk into the garage.  “I got this y/n, it’s not my first time racing in Barcelona.” 

“I know,” you conceid. 

“It’s only practice today, I’m gonna be okay,” Jeno spoke slowly and reassuringly.  He knew.  He can’t say how he knows, but he knows that you become extra anxious when he is out on the circuit.  He knows that you hold onto your breath whenever you watch him overtake someone.  He knows you don’t stop until he’s out of the car.  He knows you’re waiting for him to come back at the end of every race.  He knows it.  

“I know,” you try to smile reassuringly.  You don’t know if you’re trying to reassure yourself or Jeno right now.  But you try.  

-

Barcelona goes by faster than you anticipate.  You imagine that it goes by even faster for Jeno.  You stand on the sidelines throughout the weekends, watching Jeno on the circuit, on his media duties, on his press conferences.  You watch Jeno’s relationship with the team grow and grow.  His mechanics are starting to get comfortable around him.  The pit crew is talking more with him.  Jeno was always a friendly person, he could never stand someone not liking him.  Even his and Jaemin’s relationship has picked up.  

They’re beginning to look like the best of friends nowadays.  When you guys finally make it to Monaco, there isn’t a moment where they are separated from each other.  All their media duties are being done together.  The marketing team loves the amount of free and openly available content they can use.  The fans are loving it, you think you saw a ship post the other day on social media.  And both of them are starting to do better during the races too.  

P6 and P7 for Jeno and Jaemin, respectively, in Barcelona.  Then P5 and P6, for Jaemin and Jeno, respectively, in Monaco.  

-

You stood outside the media bullpen, watching the two of them conduct their post-race interviews in Monaco.  “Jaemin, this is the first race of the season that you out-qualified and outperformed your teammate, do you think it’s about time?” 

You held your breath waiting for Jaemin’s response, you could hear him chuckle a bit.  “I mean, it feels great to get great results for the team and myself, but like I said in past races, my failure to perform at a high level early on in the season is my fault alone.  And I think if I work hard at it, I will continue to have performances like I did this afternoon.”  

“Thank you Jaemin,” the reporter said.  You let out your breath after hearing Jaemin’s response. You decided at that time maybe it was best to be on your way, gather your notes to present to Jeno about the race.  

Just as you walked away, you heard someone call out to you.  You turned back around to spot Jaemin waving you down.  “y/n?”

“Yes?” you took this moment to take all of Jaemin in.  He was extremely handsome, his racesuit half off tied around his waist.  The fireproofs were hugging his biceps perfectly, and the sweat dripping down the side of his face, gave him a sultry look.  You found yourself licking your lips.  

“Me and some of the team are going out to a nightclub tonight, join us?” 

“Um, I don’t know Jaemin.  I’m not that familiar with the Monaco night scene.”  

“Come on y/n, you’ll be with me there won’t be anything to worry about,” Jaemin added, trying to convince you.  “Jeno also said he was gonna come out tonight.” 

You were taken aback slightly by the mention of Jeno.  He usually always invites you out with him whenever he’s going out.  You wondered why he didn’t invite you tonight, writing it off as maybe he forgot or maybe he wasn’t actually going to go out tonight.  “I still have some work to do, I don’t know what time I’ll finish.”  

“y/n, we don’t have to be in Azerbaijan until next week,” Jaemin tilted his head a bit to the right, his eyes piercing right through you, “I’ll pick you up from the hotel at 8, be ready.”  

Before you could protest anymore, Jaemin walked away.  Not that you were really going to protest.  Jaemin was infamous for getting anyone and everyone to agree with his agendas.  You also thought that maybe you could use a night out, especially since everyone always talks about the Monaco night scene.  And if anything Jeno might be there, so it won’t be so bad.  

-

You travel from country to country, not in one place for too long that you don’t really pack a lot of clothes.  You probably had everything that was in your luggage sprawled out on your bed.  Jaemin said he was gonna pick you up at 8, and you weren’t ready to go until 7:59.  You made sure to use up all your time in getting ready for tonight.  

The car ride to the nightclub was short, Jaemin didn’t speak much, or at all.  He greeted you when you entered the car, but nothing more than that.  When you guys arrived, Jaemin took your arm, as he walked you into the club.  The small gesture causes a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.  However that soon would disappear, when you lost Jaemin into the crowd.  The first minute or 15 didn’t bother you, as you knew Jaemin was popular, and there were probably a lot of people for him to greet.  

It wasn’t until you spent the greater part of an hour trying to figure out where Jaemin was, in a packed nightclub.  You thought about getting a cab to take you back to your hotel, as you weren’t that comfortable being out by yourself.  

“What’s a pretty girl doing alone here?” someone had come up to ask you. 

“Oh,” you tried to laugh it off, “I'm here with a friend we just got separated from each other for a second.” 

“Well let's sit at the bar and try to find them.” the guy suggested with a smile, your gut told you to say no.  To say that you could find Jaemin on your own, but your mind was telling you to calm down.  

“Okay,” you said, as you let them lead you to the bar.  

You found a singular seat at the bar.  The guy said he didn’t mind standing and letting you sit.  He began to talk, asking what your friend looked like to help keep an eye out, for you.  You gave Jaemin’s description, you didn’t want to expose the fact that you were with a world renowned race car driver.  

“Look, whoever your friend is, he’s an ass for leaving you alone like this,” the guy spoke frankly to you.  You could tell he was attempting to make a move on you, but you left your guards up. 

“He really didn’t mean to leave me alone, he just went to greet some people he knew and we got separated.”  You came to Jaemin’s defense, making up false excuses for him.  When quite frankly, he was being an ass.  You told him you weren’t familiar with the Monaco night scene, and he still insisted for you to come along.  Just to leave you the second you got here.  

While you continued to look around the club to hopefully see any familiar face, the guy that was standing by you at the bar continued to make small talk.  In order to pass the time, and to appear not being rude, you entertained the conversation.  The guy standing in front of you had to be over six feet tall, with a fair complexion, and piercing eyes.  Most definitely European, he had dark hair, and his accent made him sound French.  But everyone here speaks French.  

He was actually being fairly respectful, he didn’t invade your personal space without asking.  He never touched you, and he kept his hands where you could see them.  He also pretended to look for Jaemin in the crowd with you.  He was being so nice, that you felt bad for keeping your guard up.  

“We still didn’t find your friend, let me at least get you a drink,” he asked.  

“Okay, a martini, dry,” you took a breath, “please.” 

“You got it.” 

You let him talk to the bartender while you continued to look into the crowd trying to find Jaemin.  You wouldn’t be so hell bent on finding Jaemin, but he was your ride, and you don’t even know what club you are at tonight.  

“Here is your drink,” the guy said, as he picked up his beer from the counter, and you turned around to pick up your martini. “If your friend is as good as you say he is, i’m sure he’ll come looking for you.” 

“He better, he’s my ride back to the hotel.” 

“Hotel? You don’t live here?” You took a sip from your drink.  Wrong move, never let a stranger know you’re just a tourist.  “Neither do I, I was just here for the Grand Prix.  Were you here for that too?” 

You calmed down, the alcohol in your drink loosening you up a bit, “yeah, I actually was.”  

“Amazing race wasn’t it?  Do you have a favorite team or maybe driver?” 

“It was a good race, my favorite driver is Lee,” you answered.  

“Ah yes, my favorite would have to be Pierre, gotta support the French.” 

“And what about Ocon?” 

“Maybe not all the French,” the guy joked and you laughed.  The more the conversation went on, the more relaxed you felt.  The guy in front of you was doing an excellent job of making you laugh, that you began to forget about Jaemin or even attempted to look for him.  You stopped trying to look for anyone, instead just focusing on the guy in front of you.  You were actually having trouble focusing on anything except the guy in front of you.  

It must be the alcohol, you thought.  It was too strong, you must be starting to become a lightweight.  You could’ve sworn you could hold your liquor better than this.  You decided that you were gonna go to the restroom, trying to splash some water on your face to sober up.  You relayed your thoughts to the guy in front of you.  

As soon as you got up from the bar stool, the room started to spin.  “Woah, you okay there?” the guy in front of you asked.  

“Yeah, I just need to get my feet under me,” you slurred your words together.  This most definitely wasn’t just alcohol.  

“Let me help you,” the guy suggested. You tried to push him off, but it felt like his grip was starting to tighten.  You felt him start to push you, not being gentle with his movement.  

When you first got to the club you made a note of where the restroom was, just as an old habit.  In a moment of flight or fight, you found the strength to push him off.  The guy released his grip, and you shoved your way through the crowd to the bathroom.  As soon as you got inside, you found a stall and locked yourself inside.  

You grabbed your phone out from your purse, your mind only drawing one conclusion.  You needed to call Jeno.  You wanted to just close your eyes while you let the phone ring.  You could hear Jeno answer the phone, you began to mumble a few things, trying to tell Jeno what happened.  You hope, and pray that he understands you enough.  

-

“Excuse me, is there a y/n in here?” you heard what sounded like a young woman ask. 

“Here,” you slurred, raising your hand to unlock the bathroom stall.  

The girl offered a sad smile, “your boyfriend Jeno is here to get you, he’s right outside.”  

You nodded your head, as she helped you to your feet.  When you made it out of the restroom, Jeno was right there, waiting for you.  He was still dressed in his sweats, his hair was disheveled, he looked like someone that just got out of bed.  

“Thank you,” Jeno thanked the girl, taking you from her.  Your mind was still a bit foggy, but you had enough sense of understanding what everyone around you was saying.  

Jeno began to lead you out to the front, “did I wake you?  I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry Jeno.  I know I shouldn’t have gone out tonight.”  You were saying, more like mumbling and slurring, the first thoughts that came to your mind, not having enough strength to filter through them. “I promise no more going out, I’ll be a good girl from now on.  I won’t cause you anymore trouble Jeno.”  

Jeno didn’t acknowledge your mumblings, thinking that you guys could talk about it in the morning when you were fully sober.  He just wanted to get you back to the hotel already.  He didn’t want to be here much longer, and he especially didn’t want the media to see either of you guys here, like this.  

Before Jeno could make it out the front doors, from the shadows emerged Jaemin.  “Dude you made it,” Jaemin, who was clearly heavily intoxicated,  caught Jeno’s other arm, not seeing Jeno holding you up on the other side initially.  “y/n is supposed…” 

Jeno turned, stopping Jaemin from saying anything more.  

“What…what happened?” Jaemin asked, as he looked at you, clearly out of it.  The sight of you, causing any effects of the previously consumed alcohol to wear off. 

“I don’t know, you tell me Jaemin, you’re the one that was here not me.” Jeno was fuming, as he was beginning to have a vague understanding of what had happened. 

“Jen, I…” 

“She called me crying and slurring her words, she could barely put two words together, let alone a complete sentence to tell me what she drank, or where she was, or who she was with.” There were stories about how scary Jeno was when he’s mad, but Jaemin always thought that was just people exaggerating to give Jeno a bad boy image.  Jaemin knows now it’s not an exaggeration.  “What did you give her, Jaemin?” 

“Jeno, I swear I didn’t do this to her.” 

“Well if you didn’t do it, you let it happen.”

-

The next morning you woke up with the worst headache of your life.  You were laying in your bed, in your hotel room, you looked over to see Jeno sleeping in one of the chairs with just a jacket covering his arms.  You got out of bed, placing the blanket you were originally wrapped in on him, and heading to the shower.  Last night was still a bit blurry in your mind, you remembered going to the club with Jaemin.  You remembered meeting a stranger there, you remembered running to the bathroom.  

You just don’t remember anything after being in the bathroom.  After you got out of the shower, brushed your teeth, and put on fresh clothes, you still saw Jeno sleeping peacefully on the chair in the corner.  You decided to get some coffee and breakfast for Jeno when he woke up.  You grabbed your phone and wallet before heading downstairs.  

Looking at your phone, you notice several missed calls from Jaemin and even more unread text messages.  Before you could respond to any of them, you ran into Jaemin in the elevator, heading downstairs.  

“I was just coming to see you,” Jaemin said with an air of worry.  

“Why?” you question with a bit of an awkward smile.  

“Are you okay?  Last night…” before Jaemin could say anymore, your phone started to ring.  Jeno’s name appears on the screen.  

“Sorry Jaemin, let me just answer this.” You slide the green button on your screen, answering your phone for Jeno.  “Hello,” you answered. 

“y/n, where are you?” Jeno spoke quickly.  

“I’m heading downstairs, I was gonna bring you a coffee and some breakfast.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me, I would’ve gone with you.” 

“You looked tired, I wanted to let you sleep,” you answered.  Jaemin is only able to hear your side of the conversation, slowly putting the pieces together in his own mind.  Jaemin knows Jeno picked you up from the club, he knows Jeno brought you back to the hotel, and now he knows that you and Jeno slept in the same room last night.  

“Wait in the lobby for me, I’ll come downstairs and we’ll go together.” Jeno said, before hanging up the phone.  

You sighed, “I’m sorry Jaemin, what were you saying earlier now?” you turned your attention back to Jaemin.  

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay from last night, I’m sorry about…” 

“Do you remember what happened last night?” 

“Huh?” Jaemin looked at you confused, he only remembered what he did last night.  He remembers leaving you alone last night, after telling you, you had nothing to worry about.  He remembers Jeno staring holes through his head.  He remembers seeing you leaving with Jeno.  

“I mean,” you sighed, knowing that you should be able to remember, you just couldn’t.  “I know we went to the club together, I know I met a guy at the bar, I remember going to the restroom, but everything else is a blur.  And even the parts I do remember are blurry.”  

Just at that moment, both you and Jaemin arrived on the lobby floor.  Jaemin let you step out of the elevator first.  “We did go to the club together, and I left you, alone.” Jaemin said.  “I’m sorry y/n, I should have never left you alone that night.  I told you that I would stay with you and I didn’t, this is my fault.”  

You nodded your head, “thank you for apologizing.”  You thanked Jaemin, even though you weren’t entirely sure why he was apologizing to you.  

“y/n,” you turned to see Jeno stepping off the other elevator, walking towards you.  You watched Jeno, give Jaemin the dirtiest look, before checking on you.  “You okay?” 

“Yeah of course,” you answered. 

“Let’s go get breakfast,” Jeno said, pulling you away.  You waved a little ‘bye’ to Jaemin, before walking away. 

“That was a bit rude,” you spoke candidly to Jeno, after the two of you stepped away from Jaemin. 

“What?” 

“You didn’t greet Jaemin, that was a bit rude Jeno.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Jeno dismissed, as he dropped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer as the two of you walked out the lobby doors.  You looked back to still see Jaemin standing there, watching the two of you go.

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[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty seven)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

Beginning | Previous | Next

Word count: 1,073

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Author's notes: Please don't sue me. Everything will turn out well eventually. I promise.

Conductor rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet in the reception, waiting for Grooves to arrive.

It didn't take long for the penguin to show up.

"What's got you so excited, diamond?" Grooves chuckled.

Conductor's heart fluttered at the nickname that Grooves had started using for him.

"I've got a surprise," Conductor said, trying to keep his excitement from showing too much.

"For me?" Grooves asked.

"Well, kind of, yeah. It was gonna be a treat for myself but I thought you would want ta see it too," Conductor explained, grabbing ahold of the penguin's flipper.

"Where are we even going, diamond?" Grooves questioned as Conductor led him through the studio.

A few birds shot them curious looks as the two directors went past.

"If I told yer, it wouldn't be a surprise," Conductor told him, pulling the penguin into the elevator.

"Why are we going down here? Did you want to practise somewhere quiet again?"

"Wait and see."

"Oh so my surprise is down here," Grooves responded.

Conductor let out a huff of laughter, impatiently waiting for the elevator to arrive at its destination.

He let go of Grooves, flicking the lights on and walking out into the room.

The floor was clear, not a box in sight. The stage floor hadn't been repaired but the signs bearing his name had been removed.

"Is this why we had to wait for the cleaners to leave before we went to visit Roxie?" Grooves asked, walking out behind the owl.

Conductor couldn't keep a giddy grin off his face as he spun around in a couple of circles. "Yeah."

"It looks…amazing," Grooves breathed, looking around in awe.

"Come on!" Conductor took hold of Grooves once more, leading him over to the flight of stairs that led to the multiple areas of seating.

"Connie!" Grooves laughed.

"Here!" Conductor announced, letting go of the penguin and flopping onto the velvet sofa that occupied a balcony.

"You can see the whole room from up here," Grooves mused, sitting down at the other end of the sofa.

Conductor let out a hum of agreement, tentatively moving to curl up against Grooves' side.

The two of them sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying each others' company.

"So, um, there's something I think I need to get off my chest," Grooves said quietly.

Conductor pulled away from his friend, watching the penguin as he tried to gather his words.

"Take your time," Conductor told him, holding onto his flipper.

Grooves let out a deep breath, staring down at the floor of the ballroom.

"I like you a lot. And I know that it's unlikely you feel the same way but I needed to get it off my chest," Grooves explained. "And I understand if this makes it awkward for us to be friends. So, uh, sorry in advance I guess."

Conductor shook his head.

"You peckin' idiot. I like you too," Conductor muttered.

"What?"

"I said 'you pecking idiot, I don't like you'" Conductor lied, panic searing through him.

"Oh. Okay. I'm going to go now for- uh- totally unrelated reasons," Grooves blurted, standing and rushing off.

Conductor mentally kicked himself, brain taking a few seconds to process what had happened.

"No! Peck! No! Wait!" Conductor rushed to his feet, racing down the stairs and towards the elevator.

Grooves was dabbing at his eyes with a flipper as the doors were sliding close.

Pain bolted through Conductor's left ankle as he put on a final burst of speed, throwing himself at the doors as they closed.

The metal let out a resounding clunk but didn't budge as the elevator went into motion, ascending back towards the studio.

"No! Peck!" Conductor cursed again, hitting a panel on the wall next to him.

A section of the wall opened up, revealing the hidden staircase.

He pushed through the pain, ascending the stairs as quickly as he could, tripping in the darkness.

An iron tang flavoured the air. A trail of red coated the floor. Left over from his battle with Hat Kid.

Eventually he stumbled out into the brightly lit hallways of the studio, slamming the hidden door closed behind him.

"Where's Grooves?" Conductor shouted at the first bird he saw.

"Mr. Grooves said that he was taking the rest of the day off and going home," the bird stated, eyeing him worriedly. "Sir, your foot is bleeding!"

"Don't care!" Conductor barked, moving as quickly as possible to the reception.

He let out a squeak of outrage as someone picked him up.

"Going somewhere?" Empress questioned, half-lidded gaze judging him.

"I need to talk to Grooves! Let me go!" Conductor shouted, trying to swing a few punches at her.

Empress easily dodged his futile efforts.

"No. I'm going to sort out your ankle first. Then you can go. Go and sing him a song or something. That worked with Scarlett," Empress replied.

"How do you-"

"Gee, you're dense," Empress sighed. "I haven't changed that much. Emily may not have had my power and status, but she still had my attitude and excellent fashion skills."

Conductor stared dumbly at the cat.

"Emily?!"

"Miss Empress, please, stay out of the way!" Pinguini exclaimed as the large cat prodded at Conductor's ankle again.

"You really blew it, didn't you?" Empress sighed, crouching down to Conductor's height.

"Yeah. I messed up," Conductor agreed, trying to keep from crying.

"So…?"

"So what?"

"So, go get him, peck neck!" Empress shouted. "If you want to be with him, then you need to show him that! Do a big romantic gesture! Sing him a song like you did with Scarlett."

"Do not bring Scarlett into thi- ow ow ow ow, Pinguini!" Conductor shouted.

"I'm sorry sir but I have to! It won't get better if I don't make this brace," Pinguini argued, glaring up at the owl. "Besides, you need to be a little less of a mess when you show up at Grooves'."

"Woah, Pinguini's got an attitude," Empress laughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just stressed with sorting out the last props and sets. Some of the penguins seem like they've forgotten how to paint," Pinguini apologised. "And I like Mr. Grooves a lot. I don't like seeing him upset."

"I know! I messed up! Now let me go!" Conductor replied, pushing away from the two of them.

"Now there's the Conductor I remember," Empress said.

"Shut up, peck neck."

"Good luck."

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit conductor #the conductor #ahit au #discotrain #ahit dj grooves #dj grooves #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au #ahit oc #ahit empress #oc pinguini

[shegetsburned]

𝐧𝐨 “𝐈” 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦

summary : Doc gathers Braise and Mute for a therapy session to try and help settle their differences.

characters : Luna “Braise” Ursi, Mark “Mute” Chandar, Gustave “Doc” Kateb

word count : 3,6k

notes : Finally finished this after posting a wip one month ago. Had way too much fun and let myself out with 3,6k for once. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

I’ve also done a bonus of this scene if you’re ever interested in more banter. [bonus scene]

In the medical building, there was multiple rooms filled with wounded and patients. Some in worse condition than others, always assisted by members of the medical team.

Doc spent most of his off days here, trying to help as much as he could. He was always like this. Trying to do good even when he could get a break. Everybody knew it.

That is why Thermite and Thatcher had asked him to organize a session with their protege to try and understand what was the problem between the two of them.

Gustave was smart, he hadn’t warned Mute not Braise that they would do a therapy session together. Otherwise, they would’ve both refused to present themselves, inventing absurd excuses.

Braise wondered why she had been summoned. She had no records of psychological problems, so why would Jordan even think about consulting Kateb. Something was definitely going on.

At 9 in the morning, when she finally steps foot into the medical center, her face drops when she sees Mute at the counter. What was he doing here? Wasn’t it enough that she had to endure him during their training sessions?

Without a word, her gaze wanders off around the reception, trying to find the doctor.

Like he heard her come in, Doc pushes the double swinging doors with a slight smile. Seeing both of the operators, he opens his arms, welcoming them.

“Mark, Luna, I’m glad you two came.” He declares, exchanging looks with both of them.

Mute, that still didn’t heard Braise enter behind him, turns around at the sound of her name, shocked. “What-”

Disgusted, they both look at each other, knowing this meeting had been set up.

Luna shakes her head in disbelief, but before she has time to complain, Kateb pushes the door again, leading to a long hallway. “Come on, time for our session.”

The girl follows him without asking herself more questions, hoping that maybe it was just a session between the two of them, without Mute.

“You too, Mark.” Orders the doctor with insisting eyes.

Mute crosses his arms and turns his head to the side. “That’s okay, I’ll be out here with-”

Gustave cuts him off before he has time to finish babbling his excuse “That wasn’t a request.”

The man sighs, looking at Braise slowly making her way to the doors. He follows her.

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The three of them are in a small room, with dimmed lights. There is one door, and one small window besides it.

Braise and Mute are sitting on one side of a small metallic table, at least one meters between their chairs, whereas Doc is on the other side.

Delicately placing his forearms in front of him, Gustave opens a small notebook.

There is, once again, this awkward silence, and the doctor definitely enjoys it. He has a smile on his lips when he takes his time to look at the two operators. “So, you must know why Baker and Trace asked me to have a session with both of you.”

No answers. Mark and Luna are completely silent, refusing to look at one another. They stare down the doctor, hoping this would be over soon. Noticing none of them would make the first move, Gustave answered his own question.

“So that you work on your differences and learn to work as a team.”

Braise nods, slowly giving in. The least she could do was to respect Kateb for sacrificing his time off to have a session with them.

“So… ” Doc puts his pencil in front of him, sliding his arms on his legs, before he continued talking. “Who would like to start?”

Immediately, his gaze turns to Mute who had enough of this. “Alright, doc, I get it, why you want me to talk to this guy over here.” The man says, subtly pointing his thumb towards the girl besides her. “But I’m 100% fine.”

Braise’s eyes weren’t present. She was inspecting the table, tilting her head forward.

“It is my job to make sure that you’re okay.” Gustave begins to say. “So yeah, it might be slightly unprofessional, but it’s the only way I can see if you’re getting over whatever’s eating at you.”

Mute slightly shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah. I agree.” Luna softly responds, lifting her head up to meet Doc’s eyes.

Kateb smiles slightly. “See? We’re making progress already.”

After looking at both of them, Doc asks the same question again. “So, who wants to go first?”

The room becomes silent again. Mute and Braise are staring at the doctor without opening their mouths. The only thing that moves is Mark’s arms, crossing against his chest, showing clearly that he wasn’t open for any conversation.

“No volunteers? How surprising.” Having just a little bit of hope, Gustave looks at them. Maybe their need of ending this session was strong enough so that eventually one of them would start the conversation.

Nothing changes.

“Okay. We’re going to do an exercise.” The doctor finally declares.

Mute sighs and Braise frowns, uncertain of what’s coming.

“It’s something I use with couples when they are trying to figure out what kind of life they want to build together. Are you familiar with the miracle question?”

With couples? Was Doc really using techniques known to work with couples? There was many ways of settling the problem but Gustave enjoyed watching them. It was like studying two subjects who hated each other’s guts but were forced to work together. Normally, a situation like this was resolved by separating both parties so that they wouldn’t endanger the mission. So why was Harry so insistent on making their pairing work?

“Absolutely not.”

“Of course not.”

Their stoic answers do not discourage Doc who starts explaining the concept of this first exercise. “Okay, it goes like this. Suppose that while you’re sleeping, a miracle occurs. When you wake up, what is something you would like to see that’d make your life better?”

Now naturally speaking up, Braise doesn’t hesitate to give out her answer, “In my miracle, he would talk less.”

She quickly glances at Mute, before her gaze turns back to the doctor.

Mark, whose eyes are now riveted on her, agrees. “Exactly what I was gonna say, isn’t that ironic.”

At his answer, Luna slightly smirks, mostly proud of how easily it is to get on his nerves. She did it so well without effort it was almost addictive.

Now truly impatient at this little banter which both of them really seemed to enjoy, Gustave folds his documents and files in front of him, forming a pile and abandoning every normal kind of therapy. He decides to have a little fun as well. “You guys are leaving me with no choice. It’s time for the soul-gazing exercise.”

Both familiar with the concept of this exercise practiced by military personnel to beat any kind of differences between two operators, their reactions are almost immediate.

The corner of the man’s mouth indicates his amusement for this practice. This was just getting better and better. “I like this one better.”

“Oh, god, he’s gonna love this.” Braise states, now her gaze upon Mark, knowing he’ll get pleasure torturing her like this.

Mute agitates himself on his chair, placing his hands on the handles.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

He turns his chair around, slowly facing hers, but she doesn’t move yet, squinting and trying to understand how she could get out of here. Braise had no escape, she just had to face the insufferable man beside her.

“Turn around face each other.” Orders Kateb with a show of hands, watching the two of them turning their chairs in front of the other.

“You should really enjoy this.”

“I’m going to.” Answers Mute with his usual grin, almost escaping a chuckle at the end of his sentence.

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? He’s taking so much pleasure doing this. Knowing how much he annoyed Braise just with a look.

“I know you are.”

After a few seconds, both of their chairs are turned to face each other. They awkwardly shift on their seats, trying to find a good enough position to not completely be into the other’s personal space. “Let’s do it. Let’s stare.” Luna says, looking at the doctor, waiting for confirmation to start.But it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Get closer.”

Braise lifts an eyebrow before hearing Mute reposition his chair even closer than before. Following his lead, she slowly does the same, clearly hesitant.

At this point, their knees were only just about ten centimeters away from each other. Way too close for the likes of them.

Like it wasn’t enough to torture them already, Doc asks that they move even closer. “Come on, a little closer.”

There was no other way than to interlocate their legs to get closer.

With his hands clearly stating that there was no other choice, Mute asks: “Well, which way you want to go?”

Almost with a disgusted look, Luna was too busy glaring at their leg placement to answer his question. “Why’re your legs open?”

That’s what bothered her the most.

Mute, who didn’t really care about her concerns, spoke again. “Right or left?” There was annoyance in his voice. Annoyance that kept Braise from answering his question, cut by Mark’s voice. “You know what? Fine.”

He grabs the side of her chair, pulling her closer to him with a swift movement, placing one of her legs between his and the other on his right.

Braise, who still had her gaze towards their legs, escapes a chuckle, as she feels the slight brush of his fingers on both sides of her thighs, grabbing the metallic seat.

“Here. You happy now?” Mute quickly lets go of the chair, placing his hands on his thighs, rubbing them slightly.

Proud of how this turned out, Doc nods, a big bright smile on his face. “All right.”

Luna shifts on her chair, trying to find a good position where her legs didn’t touch the man’s. Unfortunately for her, that was pretty much impossible due to how close they were.

“All right. Good. Fine.” She mumbles under her breath, finally giving up. Braise sets all her weight on the chair, knowing that moving more wouldn’t help her situation.

Noticing that she wasn’t attentive, Mute stares at her. He looked comfortable, nonchalantly sat, almost with a smirk in the corner of his lips. “We’re locked in, knob.”

Successfully gaining her attention, Braise returns eye contact, now staring into his very soul.

At the risk of stating the obvious, she tilts her head, with incomprehension placarded on her figure. “That’s a little close.”

Mark agrees, nodding his head frenetically. “That’s very close. What you wanted, right?”

“Guys.” Interrupts Gustave, eager to start the exercise.

They get silent. Braise can’t help but break eye contact and close her eyes to shake her head in disbelief. How has she found herself in this situation?

Mute, who wasn’t as much fazed by the situation, turns his gaze towards the doctor, concentrating on following the next steps.

“Good.” He shifts forward, supporting his arms on the table and attentively looking at the two young operators. “Now look at each other.”

Braise slowly opens her eyes, irritated but also determined to end this, meeting Mute’s intense stare.

“See that wasn’t so hard.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, they’re silent.

“All right, Luna, why does Mark aggravate you?”

She knows why. There’s so many reasons why the man in front of her is nothing but an insufferable partner to her since they got paired. She could list many reasons but her mind wanders around one. At Rainbow’s HQ, there was already talks of splitting up. Many agents had their disagreement, but since Kali’s arrival, it had been more difficult to keep everyone on the same page. Times were difficult, and Braise knew about it, even if she wasn’t as ancient as all the other operators.

She waited, not knowing if she should bring up this situation to a man she barely trusted. But sitting in front of him now, with nowhere to run, maybe it was the right time to end this animosity once and for all. To declare the reason why she was so reluctant to work with Mute.

“Why are you thinking about giving up your post?”

Mark, who had not stopped staring at her, takes a deep breath, surprised by her question. He then lets it out, rolling his eyes and turning his head away.

This is what this was all about? Him possibly leaving Rainbow?

Mute knew she was there when he discussed this possibility with Smoke after training, weeks ago, but he didn’t know it impacted her like this. It surely wasn’t because she’d miss him.

“Why are you making such a big deal about something that has nothing to do with you.” He insisted on the word “nothing”, as if he didn’t understand why Braise even took this personally.

But turning back to look at her, Mute notices how solemn and grave her face looked. Braise’s eyebrows were forming an expression of disapproval.

“Harry trusted you. He believed in you. He gave you that job for a reason. This job. It’s everything that he stands for. It’ll be his legacy.”

This dramatic tension filling the room was very satisfying for Doc. Finally, they were getting real. Braise tried to measure her words, not revealing too much about her feelings. She hated opening herself up to Mute, but there was something he needed to understand.

“He gave you this job and you’re about to throw it away like it’s nothing.”

She was agitating herself, describing her words with her hands and pointing at the other operator. But what Braise didn’t know was that Rainbow meant just as much for her as it did for him.

Mute leans back even further against the back of his chair. His eyes glaring at hers. “Shut it.”

Deep in her thoughts and shifting her weight forward, Luna did not pay any attention to his command, her voice growing louder. He would hear the end of it whether he liked it or not.

“So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.”

The girl's voice was trembling. It didn’t help to have one of the men she disliked the most in front of him, she also had to reveal how much doubt she felt about being chosen for Rainbow. As soon as she finished her sentence, she felt this huge wave of regret engulfing her being.

Mute wasn’t fazed. He had seen pain and doubt in her eyes, this wasn’t news for him. But realizing that Braise felt this way every time they were together shook him.

Luna let herself fall on the dossier of the chair, still staring at the man’s indifferent figure. She was boiling.

“You finished?” Mark softly asks. He sounded understanding and empathic but impatience was still engraved on his face.

Clenching her jaw, trying not to expose how vulnerable she was at this moment, Luna exchanges a look with Gustave before turning back to Mark. “Yeah.”

“All right, good.” Mute was determined to prove that this choice mattered a lot for him too. He was determined to prove her wrong and that the girl’s assumptions were based on nothing more than a meaningless conversation, which he hated and despised even more than Braise.

“Maybe this is something you’ll never understand. But can’t you accept that I’m thinking about making the right choice?”

His stare was piercing into Braise’s eyes, making her understand they were both of the same side. Serious but not too intimidating. Braise was almost relieved that he too had doubts about making the right decision. Under this thick layer of cockiness and arrogance, Mark Chandar also doubted himself and his decisions.

Defeated and having no comeback to this truth, Luna let her gaze fall on her hands, fidgeting with her watch to avoid looking at Mute.

Knowing Braise would not dare speak again, he took a decided breath and looked at Gustave who had been way too quiet since they started exchanging insecurities. “You know what, doc. We don’t have time for this. We have some serious shit going on.”

Softly tapping his knees against hers to get her attention and be able to talk to an attentive girl, Mute decided to conclude this therapy. “We go deal with that, and when we’re done. We both can go on separate, long vacations and never see each other again.”

He finished his phrase, posing between each word. To both parties, this was a wonderful consensus .

“I like that.” Braise answers, slowly nodding and returning this irritated stare to Mute.

“Great. Well, let's get to work.” Mute helps himself to the side of the chair, lifting his body up and tapping Braise’s shoulder, signaling her to get up as well but as she shifts her body forward to leave, Doc stops them.

“Hey. Wait. We are not done here.”

They both freeze, looking at Gustave in disbelief. They were so close. Rolling their eyes and sighting they sit back down.

“There’s still time to think about what you could change to make this partnership more viable for both of you.”

Braise shakes her head, determination leaving her body as she really does not have anything more to add. Her thoughts are interrupted by another remark from the oh so presumptuous Mark.

“Well, sometimes, I feel like we should be more like a team.”

Braise slowly turns her head to look at him, squinting. She was skeptic. This truce lasted way more minutes than she thought it would, but apparently stopped as abruptly as it had started.

“Or maybe I should be more like your beautiful jammers.”

“Oh, you fucking cunt.” Mute scolded, shaking his head and tightly grabbing his chair to turn his towards the table.

Imitating him, but dragging hers further away from the man, Braise sits back down, crossing her legs. “Go fuck yourself. You’re so selfish.”.

“Oh, fucking hell.”

__

They got out of the medical center late in the evening with a very drained and tired Doc who had tried everything he could to make it work. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell if it had been a successful session or not.

Braise and Mute definitely could. From start to finish, they hated the experience and would definitely slip a word to Thatcher and Thermite about it.

Nevertheless, despite Luna’s will to hide her vulnerability, she had opened herself up to Mark enough for him to remember this day.

“I hope you know this was bloody useless because of ya.”

It was Mute catching up on Braise who had gone out of the doors first, trying to lose him.

Walking faster before lowering his pace, Mark stopped her by blocking her way. With a desperate sigh, Luna looked up, unable to express how tired of him she was at that moment.

“You’re very much a pain in my arse, but I’m not gonna let this get in the way of our mission. We’re supposed to be a team.”

He was right. For the most part, he was right. But Braise needed him to understand that he couldn’t just say this to excuse every argument they had and to set their differences aside. But she had nothing more to tell him.

“There’s no “I” in team.”

Was this his way of signaling her that they couldn’t work as a team when they were divided? Braise rolled her eyes, it was too late for her to even try to argue with this man.

She just lifted her head to meet his gaze.

“There’s no “we” either.”

This was Luna’s way to kindly ask Mark to get lost. But this stubborn man wouldn’t take this for an answer. He didn’t move. Mute kept blocking the path with his stature, making sure he was irritating enough to make her talk.

Braise doesn’t even try to get past him, biting her tongue as her gaze wanders around. “Haven’t you had enough for the day?”

She points her chin out at the late night sky, clearly showing Mark she had enough. Not expecting the man to continue, Luna tried stepping aside, but he followed her. “Haven’t you had enough of failing our training sessions?”

Mute was right. She knew he was right. Of course she wanted to work better as a team, but nothing made her want to spend more time with him. Nevertheless, she nods, quietly agreeing. Braise’s eyes were attentive as she shifts all her attention on Mark next’s words.

“I’d be more willing to work with ya if you were more cooperative, but i didn’t know one of the causes of your hate was me possibly leaving.”

Braise stays silent, nervously scraping her right arm. She kept looking at him, her gaze sometimes fleeing his eyes so that they wouldn’t look at each other for too long.

“I won’t. I’m your partner.” Mark finally declares with a strong and decisive tone of voice.

Almost relieved, Braise relaxes her shoulders. Her breathing getting slower, she couldn’t help but stare into his eyes to try and determine whether or not he was really ready for her to rely on him as a teammate..

Clearly realizing he wouldn’t get an answer out of her, Mute frowns before walking away, his shoulder slightly pushing her as he passes besides.

This definitely was a step towards the right direction, but how many did they need to take?

#rainbow six siege #r6 fic #oc: braise #r6s doc #r6s mute #please provide some feedback if you read it #scene inspired by the one in tfatws #my fic stuff #x: silent addiction

[ratmuffintherapy]

Our Meetings (Part I)

imagine: you and eddie are best friends, despite being complete opposites. you're completely and totally in love with him but refuse to tell him, despite nancy and robin and everyone in hawkins telling you that he feels the same about you. you just can't risk ruining that friendship. timeline: post vecna, the upside down has been defeated. everything is back to normal, eddie is not outcast anymore, he's been proven innocent. warning: part I is clean but the later parts won't be ;)

I walked through the halls of Hawkins high, weaving my way through the crowd to the Weekly Streak office.

"Hi Susan! What's up Fred!" I waved at my friends as I passed them, but no time to stop! I was on a donut mission.

I finally got to the office and swung open the door.

"Gooood afternoon loves, I have donuts!"

I waved at Nancy, who smiled at me and shook her head as the members of the Hawkins high paper swarmed around me.

"You animals!" I laughed and set down the box on the table next to me and headed towards Nancy.

"What's the story today, boss?"

"Well, we have a really interesting story about the boys' bathroom and the pile of shit that someone found in it."

I grimaced. "Nance, do we really have to write about that?"

She threw her hands up in the air, "Well, that's the most riveting thing that's been happening here! What else are we supposed to write about?" Oh boy. Ever since things settled down after Vecna, the Weekly Streak hasn't had enough stories to keep it interesting and Nancy has been pretty tense about it.

"Okay, okay," I rubbed her shoulders calmingly, "We'll find something, okay? We're not writing about... about poop."

Nancy sighed and nodded, defeated.

"Y/N!!" The door to the classroom slammed open and everyone jumped. The kids who were hunched over the donut box looked like scared rats.

"Eddie Munson! How many times do I have to tell you to stop breaking down the door!"

"Alright, alright, calm your pants Nance, I'm just here to see y/n."

"You're always breaking down the door to see her, maybe consider opening the door normally like a sane person next time." Nancy rolled her eyes at Eddie and walked away.

I giggled and walked towards him. "What do you want this time, Munson?"

Eddie strutted towards me in the cocky way that he does. "Well, pretty girl, I was wondering if you would like to join me in a little.... gathering in an hour." Eddie winked and I huffed and crossed my arms. In Eddie's words, a "gathering" was sitting around in the woods and smoking weed, which I wasn't opposed to, but he knew I had a big chemistry test tomorrow.

"Eddie, you know I can't. I can't fail Kazinsky's test tomorrow."

Eddie dropped to his knees like the drama queen he is, clasping his hands together and begging, "PLEASEEE Y/N, it's been too long since we've had a meeting! I'm desperate!"

"Oh my god, get up!" laughing, I yanked Eddie to his feet and dragged him out of the classroom. The rest of the team snickered behind me.

Outside the classroom, I smacked his arm. He grinned at me, eyes sparkling. "Why can't you just smoke without me?" I hissed at him, "Also, stop calling it our 'meeting,' people are going to think we're starting another cult! And you can't have more rumors about you spreading after what happened with Vecna."

"Come on princess, I can handle it myself." Eddie flicked my chin playfully and I pushed his hand away. What a dork I thought, desperately trying to hide my blush.

"And I can't smoke without you because that would be a sin. I haven't gotten high without you in two years!"

Laughing, I said, "Wow, codependency much?"

"Yeah, you could call it that."

"Okay, how about this for a deal?" Excited, Eddie straightened up and waited for my proposal. "You leave me alone to study tonight, and tomorrow after the game, I'll get as high as a kite with you. Okay?"

Eddie stroked his chin. Then his eyes widened and I swear I saw the lightbulb going off in his head.

"Oh god Ed, don't even--"

"How about THIS for a deal? I come over and help you study tonight and you and I get high for the entiiire weekend and I get to have YOU all to myself for 48 hours?"

"What the hell do I get out of that?"

"You get a genius to help you ace the stupid chem test, and then I get my time with my girl."

"No, Eddie, if you helped me, we'd get nothing done, you idiot."

Eddie acted like I stabbed him. "WHAT? I'd be so helpful y/n!" He began to get on his knees to grovel again. I yanked his arm.

"Okay, fine! Just don't do that again please." I gestured to the classroom where I could still hear some kids giggling.

"Yes!" Eddie pumped his fist in the air and skipped away down the hall, not caring about the people staring after him. "SEE YOU TONIGHT, YOU NERD!"

I buried my face in my hands to hide my laugh. What an idiot. And yet, I couldn't help getting butterflies in my stomach thinking about seeing him tonight.

#stranger things #stranger things imagines #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut

[teyamsatan]

*slides in with a bouquet of flowers to give you true loves kiss*

okay bb here’s what I want to know 👀, 🧠, ✨ and finally 🖊️ if you’re feeling up to it because I think people would love to see a certain snippet 😏

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

honestly, no, i have no shame, i'll post everything hahahaha. i think the only WIPs that will never see the light of day are the ones i keep saying i'll write but then i never have time for (like the cardigan oneshot :(, which i still intend to finish at some point)

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

i have so many song ideas, like i have this dilf!jake angsty fic idea with tolerate it by taylor swift as the inspo, but i haven't even gotten the chance to start it yet. also another one with lo'ak with backburner by niki as the inspo. i can see them in my head just not defined enough to actually start them yet, but hopefully soon :(

✨ Choose three adjectives words to complement your own writing.

long ass sentences (not adjectives and idk if it's a compliment but it's the best i can do hahahahah i can't give myself a compliment lys i'll DIE)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

someone's already asked me and I ALREADY POSTED THE SNIPPET I'M SO SORRY BUUUUT i can post a cruel summer snippet???

“You know, it’s ok if you’re happy. You don’t have to lie.” you smile gently, trying to your best to reassure him that you mean it, because you do... maybe not with all your heart, but you do. “I’m happy for you, Neteyam. I’m happy that you’re happy. She seems like a nice person. And a good fit for you.”

“You were a good fit for me.” The words shocked you, and so did the tears that gathered in your eyes instantly at hearing those words, mostly said to himself, but that you still heard, that still had to power to still you in your tracks, no matter how much time would ever pass between you. 

You tried to smile once more, a sadder, more forlorn one taking the place of your previous attempt. 

“Yeah… I was. But, Teyam… we were children. We no longer are. And... we had time. So much time. We grew up together, you and I. Everything we went through, we did together, we had each other. It’s unfair of her to be judged by the same standards. Give her time.”

“Why are you giving me relationship advice?” 

“I didn’t think I was. I’m just… helping out a friend.” 

tysm for asking bb ilysm and ty for still talking to me hahahah

#my asks 💕 #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ andra's mooties #lys bb 💕 #cruel summer #neteyam fanfic #neteyam x human!reader #༊*·˚ andra's works

[subspaceember]

okay so I was supposed to do my stuff for class. Instead here's what happened:

I am in class -> I drink my matcha -> want to work on cyberdeck -> open project in Illustrator -> realize that my old CAD model was better -> install Fusion 360 again -> realize that model was basically complete -> realize I have nothing to lose by printing it -> I don't have Cura -> I install it, but don't finish the setup -> set up 3D printer -> there's stuff on the table, I clean it up some -> I discover that I can mount my little LED lamp to my printer -> I do that -> It has to be moved and new filament put in -> I do that too -> I get ready to print when I realize I need to make some changed to the model -> I turn off the printer -> discover things would be easier if I had my calipers -> I can't find my calipers -> I think they're in this box of random junk -> I get the box and start pulling things out -> I eventually do find them but at this point the contents of the entire box are all over my floor and I'm sitting in this pile of junk -> I discover all the loose glue sticks that I need to put away in the bottom of the box -> I gather those up and put them away -> I realize that I can just get rid of the box all together, especially because it's falling apart -> I start trying to find a new container for my Game Boy and it's games and manuals, since it was in the box -> I'm unsuccessful -> I think a lot about crocheting a bag for it, then I realize that's silly and instead I now want to make a bag for my switch -> it takes considerable effort to stop myself from doing that -> now I'm sorting everything I got out of the box -> a lot of it goes back into my closet -> the closet is a mess -> I start picking up the closet too -> I manage to get all the stuff I pulled out of my car when I crashed it put away finally -> I find the parking pass I lost -> I find the patches I wanted to put on my bag and lay them out -> It takes a lot of effort to not go ahead and put them on right now -> I realize at this point I wasn't even going to do class stuff and was actually needing to take a shower -> I discover a spare strap I want to use on the cyberdeck -> I find a big microSD card I didn't know I had -> I finally get everything from the box into new homes -> think about how nice it'd be to have shelves -> get sad realizing I have no money for shelves and am forced to move soon anyway -> get distracted by my phone for a bit -> I finally pick up the calipers -> the battery is dead -> I know where the new ones are -> I find them in the a bag -> I discover stuff in the bag that doesn't go in there -> I get all that out -> I replace the battery -> I only vaguely remember why I needed this in the first place now -> I decide I want to do laundry before tomorrow -> remember I was supposed to shower -> remember I was supposed to be doing something for class -> decide to write a tumblr post about my thought process instead of doing either of those things -> here we are!

I uh... don't think "normal" people's brains work this way. Also for reference this entire time there were no bathroom breaks, no water drinking, no going outside, etc. Nothing could break me from the task else I wouldn't do it again for maybe months.

It's amazing just how much ADHD is crammed into my brain and that I somehow manage to actually do anything at all (occasionally).

#adhd #musings #thoughts

[forabeatofadrum]

aap noot mies (13/15)

Notes: And we’re entering the final week of aap noot mies. The story has been completed and all that there’s left to do is posting. You might notice that I added a 15th chapter, but that is an epilogue that I’ll post on Saturday, together with the end.

AO3 | S&C

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PACKAGE - 16 points

“晚上好, 我们要点菜,” Blaine says and he orders a lot of food for the two of them. Wes sets down two mugs of tea. Their package from their home planet has been moved to the side.

Blaine finishes his order and he knows it’s time. He sits down next to Wes.

“Blaine,” Wes says with a deep sigh, “I need to apologise.”

“You do?” Blaine asks.

Wes nods solemnly.

“I think I may have indirectly caused you some harm, with the whole Kurt thing,” Wes says. Blaine frowns and he wants to say something, but Wes continues. “I thought it was all fun and games and a cute flirt. And I found you foolish to pursue it in a more serious way.”

Well, Wes isn’t wrong there.

“You were looking out for me,” Blaine says, “Wes, I-”

“Please, let me say this.”

“… Okay.”

“I thought you were delusional for falling fast and hard for Kurt and I admittedly judged you for it. I’m not sure if you felt that judgement, but it was there. I pointed out that we were leaving and I hoped that you wouldn’t consider staying for something ‘silly’ like this. But then I met Rachel.”

Wes’s entire face changes when he says her name.

“I met Rachel and I- I can’t fully describe it, Blaine. How I felt for her. I saw her and it was like everything fell into place, you know?”

Blaine nods. He knows.

“And then I actually started talking to her that day at the loft and when we kissed goodbye I knew it was over for me,” Wes says with a grin, “She’s- she’s everything, Blaine. We just fit. Before I knew her, I only knew her through your stories, and I thought she was a bit, uhm, insane. But now that I know her, I see myself in her. She’s like me. She understands me. She’s passionate and strongminded and yes, maybe it came across as weird, but her doing background checks shows how fiercely she loves her friends and I feel that same love for you.”

“Wes-”

“I admire her headstrongness. I might even love her,” Wes blurts out, “It might be too soon for that, but I- I want to see this unravel. Blaine, I never understood the romantic side of you until I met her. I want to see where this is heading. I want to stay here. I want to take that risk, and I feel kinda stupid for making you feel small for these similar thoughts.”

Wes finishes his speech and he even seems out of breath.

Blaine smiles. Wes is right. He gets it. He hasn’t given staying a lot of thought, since Wes’s comments made him push it away, but now that the request is here, it’s time to make a decision.

And in a split moment, Blaine knows what to do.

“We stay,” Blaine says.

Wes lets out a relieved sigh.

“They’re not going to be happy with that,” Wes points out.

They’re not. The whole point of living on another planet is to gather information that could improve their home planet. It’s a privilege to be sent on this mission, many young aliens dream of it, and Wes and Blaine are going to fail. When Sebastian decided to stay on Pluto, it caused a lot of ruckus and they almost stopped the whole mission programme entirely.

“Fuck them, then,” Blaine eventually says.

“… Yeah,” Wes says, “Yeah. There’s only one thing, though.”

“Hm?”

“Are we going to tell Kurt and Rachel?”

#klaine word scramble #glee #klaine #multichaptered #holy fuck I wrote #2022

[writerfae]

#FridayKiss Tag Game

I was tagged by @bloodlessheirbyjacques , thank you! I’m sorry I only managed to upload it now and for randomly disappearing for a week, it’s been…. quite a week

I’ll leave an open tag this time!

Rules: Post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck, or intense as a makeout. It can be romantic, platonic, or familial. As long as a smooch takes places, it's free reign!

Ship: Matthew x Alexander (The Valet’s Daughter)

I know everyone probably expected more Taiden content but I couldn’t help myself, I just had to write this little thing about Matthew and Alexander of my other wip The Valet’s Daughter.

I blame the song Young love & old money for this because it made me think of them again

*

Matthew woke up from the feeling of warm lips pressing against his own. Despite the sleepy haste in his mind, he knew instantly whose lips it were. He’d know them blind.

Kissing Alexander was so familiar, came to him so naturally that his lips knew exactly what to do even when his tired brain didn’t quite catch up on it yet.

Though half asleep, he returned the kiss, his hand finding its way in the other’s hair.

The kiss tasted like salt, not sweet like it usually did and only now did Matthew’s drowsy mind realize that it was because Alexander was crying.

“Alex?” he asked sleepily as they separated.

But Alexander didn’t answer. He just buried his face in the crook of Matthew’s neck, trailing kisses along it like he had done many nights before.

In between he mumbled into Matthew’s skin and Matthew’s drowsy mind had to gather all its strength to hear what it was he was saying.

“I’m sorry,” Alexander whispered. “I love you.”

Again and again and again. As if it was a prayer, the only truth he knew.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

And it was then that Matthew fully registered what was happening. This was it. Their final goodbye. Alexander was leaving.

“Please…” Matthew whispered.

Please don’t leave me, he wanted to say. I love you. I need you. But none of these words left his lips.

He was so incredibly tired and he hated himself for it. He might never see Alexander again and he couldn’t even manage to be fully awake in their last moment together.

He wanted to do something, say something to make Alex stay, but all that escaped his mouth was a pathetic whine.

He was crying now, too, but he didn’t really notice, his mind growing heavier by the minute despite his best efforts.

Alexander placed a kiss on his brow.

“Shhh,” he brushed Matthew’s hair away from his forehead, caressing his face. “You’ll be okay.”

His other hand came to rest against Matthew’s heart. “Just keep me here like I’ll keep you.”

The last thing Matthew noticed before slipping back into sleep was one last soft press of lips against the corner of his mouth, one last silent goodbye.

When he woke up again, Alexander was gone. And with him all the warmth in Matthew’s bed.

#maybe as background info: the two were secret lovers but Matthew’s father found out and fired Alex telling him to stay away from his son #rereading it it lowkey sounds like Matthew is dying haha but no he is not. only on the inside #this is such a comfort wip for me it’s a shame no one else is interested in it #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the valet’s daughter

[acacia-may]

Yo! How about Charmy/Rill and Charmy/Yuno for the ask game? 😁

Hi! Thanks so much for the ask! 💖 I apologize for the delay in responding.

You asked about what is probably my favourite Black Clover romantic ship so I think you deserve a bingo for that!! 🥰

Charmy and Rill:

(Multiple bingos as they deserve! 💖)

Charmy and Yuno:

(No bingo, and it’s really got me wishing I had added an ‘it’s entertaining’ category to the bingo card because even though I don’t really ship this one, Charmy’s crush on Yuno always made me laugh so I suppose it gets points for that! 😊)

More thoughts and headcanons under the cut

Charmy and Rill

I apologize this has taken so long. I have tried for a couple of days now to gather my thoughts about Charmy and Rill into something remotely coherent because I just love them so much! 🥺💖 Honestly, Rill was one of those characters I loved from the beginning. As soon as he appeared I was so intrigued by him and wanted to know more about him. I remember my sister and I were listing characters we really liked as a certain point early on, and I said, "I really like that young Deer Captain" and she just laughed because we had only seen him twice at that point. I have a deep love for Charmy too (which I talked about in another post), and she has always been a favourite of mine. I was never super into her and Yuno because I felt like her affection probably wouldn't be returned by him (more on that below), so I was excited when Rill's romantic inclinations towards her were brought into the story. [I appreciate the parallels/karma of him being so interested in her (or his mysterious "food goddess") just like she has been so interested in the 'Prince of Provisions,' though]. Rill's lovesickness and serious pining just cracks me up (especially since he's just so oblivious, in an endearing kind of way), but it feels very sincere despite being played for laughs.

I don't think I'd love it nearly as much, however, if we didn't get those great glimpses of their friendship (in the anime) with them having bonded while training in the Heart Kingdom. Whether romantic or platonic they really are just so good together and so good for each other. I talked about this is in another post so I apologize for repeating myself here, but I love how they're both very eccentric and free-spirited and can appreciate that about each other [i.e. Charmy is okay with Rill repainting their living room multiple times a month, and Rill wouldn’t mind at all if Charmy wanted to go on a month-long expedition through who-knows-where to find some magical mushrooms for stew]. I just think they would be so supportive of that kind of individuality and creativity in each other whereas it might not gel well with others, and I can see them as this somewhat chaotic but very enthusiastic force when they are together. In my mind, Rill is Charmy's biggest cheerleader, and I think it's very sweet that he thinks she is just positively wonderful (can't wait for the day when he realizes that she is his food goddess!) 💖

Some headcanons for them:

It takes Rill much longer than it should have to realise that Charmy is his "food goddess" though when he finally figures it out, it could not have come at a better time since he and Charmy were such good friends at that point. It was really the most wonderful surprise that his best friend and his dream girl were actually one in the same! 🥰

Charmy shows she cares best through making food, and she makes it a point to learn all of Rill's favourite foods early on in their relationship. She tries to teach Rill how to cook too--since he really wants to return the favour. When he tries to make her favourite dinner once, however, it doesn't turn out very well, but she still appreciates the gesture. Ever since then, Charmy does most of the cooking, but Rill often plates their meals like works of art.

Charmy is definitely a muse for Rill, and he loves painting her more than anything else. He has a whole gallery just full of paintings of her (and eventually their kids too). There is even a mural of Charmy as the "food goddess" that Rill painted in her and Vanessa's restaurant that embarrasses Charmy a little bit, but she does appreciate his devotion because he really is very sincere.

Their very first date was a picnic. Charmy prepared and packed the food, and Rill picked the location that had a very scenic view. They talked and laughed for hours and decided to stay to watch the sunset together. Rill eventually took Charmy back to this spot to propose to her.

Rill didn't want a traditional engagement ring for Charmy so he designed one himself. The gemstones in her ring are opals (for love, passion and creativity) and emeralds (for loyalty, hope and new beginnings) rather than the more traditional diamonds.

Rill made most of the aesthetic decisions for their wedding since what Charmy cared about most was the food, but they both couldn’t have been happier with the end result!

They waited for a while after getting married to start a family. Rill was the first of them to have "baby fever" and started painting storks everywhere. Charmy was in agreement that it would be a good time to have kids, and they were both very excited to welcome their two children: a son named Rye and a daughter named Anaise (who goes by “Anni”).

Rill was so concerned when Charmy was pregnant because she went through bouts of not being hungry (possibly for the first time in her life). Those often subsided, however, and she wanted all kinds of strange foods that Rill went out of his way and all around obscure parts of the Clover Kingdom to find for her.

Rill (eventually with the help of his daughter, Anni) likes to repaint all the rooms in the house together periodically. Charmy will come home from the restaurant and the living room will be a completely different color for the 3rd time that month!

Charmy and Rill are both very loving parents who are close with their children. Rill is definitely a 'hands on' and very involved dad, and Charmy just dotes of her kids and is constantly feeding them (Rye especially loves this).

All their kids’ friends love coming over to their house because they always have the best snacks, and there is always something new and exciting going on.

Everyone is in agreement that Charmy and Rill throw great parties too! They have some really wild versions of those “sip and paint” parties (The idea of Rill as painting instructor is really funny to me—it probably starts off fairly normal but then Rill just goes into “artistic vision” mode and has everyone flinging paint everywhere!). Rill and Anni also invent some sort of fantasy version of paintball and have everyone over periodically to play it (They sometimes even play in the house when they can’t decide how they want to repaint certain rooms).

When their son, Rye first starts to present with his magic, his parents think that he has just inherited Rill's painting attribute, and Rill is so excited to get to train his son. Their little boy, however, is exactly like Charmy: obsessed with food and always hungry so all he wants to do is paint snacks and have picnics instead of actually training. Rill gushed over how beautiful Rye's first ever magic 'painting' of food was--until he ate it, of course. Poor Rill was so horrified at first that Rye would eat his beautiful creation, but Charmy came to the rescue with words for wisdom. And that’s how they learn he has a combination of his parents’ attributes and that any foods he paints are actually edible and can replenish mana. 😂

It means a lot to Rill that his son isn't confined to just paint a canvas--he can just make picnics and dinners and every kind of food imaginable (for some reason I imagine a lot of elaborate cakes like they have on baking competitions, if only because Rye adores the colorful frosting ). He puts in his best effort to help Rye unlock that 'artistic passion,' but all Rye is really passionate about is snacks--which helps him to be very close to his mom. They often cook and bake together for the family.

Rill has passed down his love of creation and most of his artistic vision to his daughter. She has quite the imagination and uses her cotton creation sculpting magic to make all kinds of very creative and out of the box things. Rill encourages her imagination, and she is very much a "Daddy's Girl." Eventually she even follows his footsteps and joins the deer. Rill is so proud, even though Charmy insists that it's really because of the fluffy uniforms.

~~~

Charmy and Yuno

This one is good for a laugh, but I’ll admit that it’s really hard for me to imagine Yuno in a romantic relationship with anybody--not saying it couldn't happen someday, but he just doesn’t seem all that interested in romance to me at the moment (and, honestly, I could see him as the type who is extremely happy perpetually single and who just never wants that kind of relationship but again that's just my interpretation. I will say that the idea of Yuno in a romantic relationships feels like much less of a visceral 'no' to me than with Luck though--thus why there's no 'nope. sorry not sorry' this time 😅). Still...in that way, Charmy's crush on him, though wildly entertaining, has always felt a little doomed (and by proxy a little sad) to me since it's hard for me to imagine it'll ever be returned. But I don't pretend to know where Yuno's character is going--he seems full of surprises and apparently according to the Assorted Question Brigade in Vol. 31 (which just came in the mail today! Yay! 😄) does have a “type” of person he likes... so who knows? Maybe someday he'll want to find love... 🤷‍♀️

Back to him and Charmy though, I'm really sort of 'meh' about it, and I think she and Rill would probably be better suited overall. However, Charmy's often over the top affections for him are extremely entertaining, and I'll admit I had actual tears in my eyes from laughing so hard in the scene where the concept is first introduced and we get to see Yuno as the 'meal saving prince.' 😂 I don't have anything against it as a ship and would be fine/content with them choosing to get together in the canon (if that's the way the story plays out). I just personally see them more as friends. 😊

Friendship headcanons for them below:

It takes Yuno a while to realise that Charmy wants to be friends (let alone that she had this huge crush on him), but he does genuinely appreciate the food she gives him. At first, he just thinks of her as a friend of Asta's, but eventually, after spending times in groups together they build a friendship of their own.

Yuno (and all of his 'prince of provisions' alias) are on the special guest list at Charmy and Vanessa's restaurant just like the Black Bulls, and he is always entitled to a seat at the permanently reserved 'friends and family table' right by the kitchen if he ever wants to drop in for a meal, no matter how busy the restaurant is at that time.

Yuno, Klaus, and Mimosa once invite Charmy and Asta to a big dinner at the Golden Dawn headquarters, but Charmy misunderstands and thinks they are invited to cook the dinner so she and Asta report to the kitchen to help the chef prepare the meal. 😂 The Golden Dawn is in agreement that it's the best meal they've ever had, and they try to come up with ways to convince Charmy to stay (or at least visit more often). She would never leave her beloved Bulls though. 💕

Yuno asks Charmy to teach him how to cook--specifically how to cook some of his friends'/squad mates' favourite foods and desserts. She's happy to teach him, and he is a fast and diligent learner--the most efficient pupil she's ever had. It's not long before he can make the favourite food of everyone on the Golden Dawn. 😊

Thank you so much again for the ask and for playing bingo!! 💖

#answered asks #the-black-bulls #ship bingo #charmy x rill #rill x charmy #rillmy #charmy pappitson x rill boismortier #I love them so much #thank you so much for the ask!! #charmy pappitson #rill boismortier

[stingyslegslookweird]

Curvier - a short essay-type thing

Okay, it's been 11 years, I have to share a theory. I'm fully aware that basically no one who currently follows me and/or pays attention to the things I post about will understand anything I'm about to say, but tbh I've put way too much into this to really care.

Anyway, you guys ever heard of TOME? :D

If not, it's this neat little 15-episode (technically 16 if you count /FILE:ZERO, 25 if you also count the Season 1 shorts, and 26 if you count all of those plus AvZ, the 5-year anniversary short) animated web series about two teenagers, an imp, a dragon-man, and a [REDACTED] who get together and fight criminals in VRchat.

Jokes aside, it's really good and you can watch it here. Seriously, go do that. It's so damn good. Today's the 11th anniversary, you literally have no excuse. At least watch episode one, otherwise the rest of this post will make absolutely no sense beyond the most surface-level of details.

Okay, done? You've watched Episode 1? Good, good. So...

In the first episode, specifically around 3:06, Nylocke pronounces Kirb's username wrong, to which he replies "It's Kirbopher. It's like Christopher except curvier." But... it isn't, though, is it? Merriam-Webster Dictionary (the most official dictionary, as we all know) defines a curve as "to have or take a turn, change, or deviation from a straight line or plane surface without sharp breaks or angularity", its synonyms including bend, curvature, arc, bow, and crook. Basically, any circle, half-circle, quarter-circle, oval, etc.

To be fair, assuming the onscreen textboxes are actually a "thing" in TOME itself, as opposed to a visual effect only used to tell the story, one could claim that the font Kirb's player uses is rather curvy itself (and they'd be right), but is it curvier?

After checking Google, I quickly found a list of every font used in the show, gathered in this here Google Doc by one unicornfoal (their username didn't pop up in the menu thing when I tried to @ them so idk if they still go by that), which tells us that the font Kirb uses is "Spicy Sushi Roll".

With the font determined, we can compare the curviness of the names. To do this, I typed each of them out in a word document, took a screenshot, and pasted it into my photo-editing software of choice. There, I created this handy diagram detailing every curve in the letters, in addition to offering brief definitions of my terminology and method for determining what counts as a curve.

Also, as an aside, I'm really proud of how this turned out, especially with the lines and colors and the grid in the background. Like... man. Not to suck myself off or anything, but holy hell am I good at this.

Anyway, as you can see, the name "Kirbopher" has 7 inner (convex) curves and 8 outer (concave) curves, adding up to a total of 15 curves, which, assuming I'm correct about all this, had to be intentional. "Christopher", on the other hand, has 10 inner curves and 11 outer curves, which adds up to 21 total curves. Therefore, "Kirbopher" is not only not "like Christopher except curvier", but is in fact less curvy. This revelation, while shocking, isn't my final point. No, no. Because this rabbit hole goes deeper, dear reader. First, though, we must talk about parallel universes a long-defunct 2000s internet forum.

Long before TOME was a 15-episode web series, its world and characters were conceptualized in a 70-something long series of sprite animations on Newgrounds, known as TvTome Adventures, or TTA for short. Based on the forums of the TvTome website, which now redirects to tv.com, the series featured characters based largely on the forum's users, including one white sword-wielding marshmallow-thing by the name of Kirbopher15, pictured below.

Yeah. That's... more or less Kirby in a hat. Somewhat Kirby-like. Kirbyish? Though, to be fair, it could probably be... kirbyer?

And that's where my theory kicks in. Buckle your fuckle because this is gonna blow your damn mind.

What if, and hear me out here, the original line wasn't "curvier", but instead "kirbyer", as in "more Kirby"? It'd certainly make more sense, seeing as, one, the character was originally just a Kirby recolor in a hat, and two, the name Kirbopher is literally just "Christopher" but with "Chris" replaced with "Kirby", minus the y.

Why was it changed, then? Seeing as it's so early on in the show, which has been stated to have had somewhat of a rough production, almost not making it past four episodes, it could be out of concern over copyrights, trademarks, or other legal issues possibly arising, were the show to be, say, picked up by a TV network or something. Even though Kirby is an actual name that real people have, when you factor in the character's previous incarnation, it could definitely be taken to mean the Nintendo character, instead of a regular person's name.

Oh, and one more thing. Tumblr, being very art-driven by design, is home to tons and tons of artists, writers, voice actors, etc., both amateur and professional. Plus, because Tumblr lets you @ blogs you know the names of, someone with an insane theory about a single throwaway line of dialogue in an episode of a somewhat niche web animation could, say... @ the creator of said animation, assuming they're on tumblr in the first place, and ask if they're correct in their long-winded assertions, or are simply talking out of their ass. So, with that in mind...

@kirbopher How'd I do?

#tome #terrain of magical expertise #kirbopher #kirbopher15 #tvtome adventures #tta #good lord i actually spent like three hours on this #i meant to rewatch all of tome today in preparation for the 11 year anniversary video that's coming out today #and somehow i watched like two minutes of episode one and worked right past the premiere of the new video #but anyway #kirb if youre reading this first off thank you for listening to my ramblings #second thank you for tome and everything it encompasses #third congrats on 11 years #and lastly i just wanna ask: ravenfreak is TOTALLY a theater kid right? #k that's all have good day :3

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

My Light in a Dark Place — Seventeen (Tamaki Amajiki x OFC)

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A/N: Hello! It's been a struggle trying to get this edited (honestly, I just checked basic stuff) because last weekend completely killed my motivation with the concert I was supposed to go to being postponed. I've been on a rollercoaster of emotions since. But I made myself sit down and get this posted. I hope you enjoyed!

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Even though Yuki no longer sits in a small room with a police officer across from her, she’s still shaking when she steps out of the station where Nejire and Mirio are waiting for her.

Nejire is quick to pull her into a hug after wiping away the few stray tears that leak out of Yuki’s eyes without her notice. “It’s okay, Yuki. The hard part is over. You don’t even have to go to the hearing, okay? I’ve got you.”

“How’d it go?” Mirio asks when his wife lets Yuki go.

She shrugs. “I don’t think what I could tell them makes them feel he’s less of a suspect, but I couldn’t tell if it helped them. I know they’ve… they’ve been trying to get him, but the evidence wasn’t substantial.”

“But they should have evidence now.”

“Maybe. They didn’t tell me anything.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon,” Nejire says. “Are you ready to meet up with the boys?”

“Yeah.” Has Tamaki told them yet?

“Great! Let’s go because I’m starving!”

Where they are meeting the boys is a quick bus drive away and the minute Yuki hops off the bus, a certain redhead gathers her up in his arms and twirls her around. It actually makes her laugh a little after she squeals.

Nejire and Mirio have smiles on their faces as they step off the bus. They grow wider the moment Yuki steps out of Kirishima’s embrace to wrap her arms tightly around Tamaki, who less timidly than before envelops her in his hold. Her head feels sheltered against his chest with his arms resting on her shoulders, tucking her closer against him.

With his arms as a fleshy barrier from their excited friends, Yuki looks up at his reddened face, her chin pressing against his sternum. “Hi,” she whispers, feeling her cheeks warm from his soft gaze.

“H-Hi.” That’s when Tamaki’s eyes lift above her head to find their three friends watching.

“So, what’s going on here?” Kirishima asks, causing the couple to split apart with darker blushes. “That was new.”

Nejire taps her cheeks. “It was really cute, too. Almost like you two are a couple.”

Yuki looks up at Tamaki, noting that he’s looking for some place to hide his blush, so she slips her hand in his before he can tuck it away in his pants pocket. He looks down at her.

“We, um, we are,” Yuki finally says, meeting the shining eyes of their three friends.

“Really?” Nejire bounces over to them and hugs them together. “I’m so happy for you! Tama will take such good care of you and I know you’ll do the same for him. Ah! I’m so happy!”

Mirio steps closer to pull his wife back, so she doesn’t squeeze them to death. “When did it happen?”

“Yesterday, right?” Yuki looks back at Tamaki to see him nod. “Yeah.”

“And this is okay after everything?” Kirishima asks, still with a smile on his face.

“Mm-hmm. I… I trust Tama.”

“Good.” The redhead kisses the side of her head. “I’m happy for you.” He looks at Tamaki. “For both of you.”

They blush.

“Thank you, Kiri,” Yuki says, peeking up at her new boyfriend to find him glancing her way. “I’m happy, too.”

Tamaki hides his face against a lamppost, taking Yuki with him, so she stands beside him with their hands still together. “M-Me… too.”

“Oh,” Nejire coos. “I swear you two are made for each other. And you’re really sure this is an okay step for you to take?” The hero’s eyes look to Yuki in concern.

She nods, stepping closer to Tamaki. “We… We talked about it. I believe this is okay for me because I know Tama is a good guy.” Yuki gets the urge to press her face against his arm, so she does, leaving half of her face revealed to look at their friends. “He’s a great guy.” One of the best.

“I’m so excited to watch you two grow together!” Nejire squeals and clutches her husband’s arm.

Tamaki and Yuki meet stares, each one taking their turn to squeeze the other’s hand.

Me, too, Nejire. Me, too.

–

Rain falls onto the umbrella Yuki keeps tucked in her bag and she and Tamaki hurry to get inside his apartment since it's closer to the restaurant. The storm was so sudden, causing the five to split off to get home. Yuki offered for Kirishima to come with her and Tamaki, but he politely refused and went on his way.

The door opens right as thunder rumbles through the city, Tamaki quietly urging Yuki inside. He takes her umbrella and shuts the door while she slips her shoes off.

“Do you have an extra pair of house slippers?” she asks him, eyeing the hardwood floor across his entire apartment.

“Use mine,” he says, setting the umbrella aside before taking his shoes off. “I’ll be okay. Next time I go shopping… I’ll find you some.”

“Thank you, Tama. Sorry I’m invading your space unexpectedly.”

The timid hero walks by her to find the light switch. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Lightning shines throughout the apartment before Tamaki turns on the lights. Thunder follows soon after. Yuki shuffles over to the wall of windows overlooking the city.

“Wow. It pays to be a hero, huh?”

“Is it too much?” Tamaki asks from the kitchen as he prepares some tea.

“No, no. It fits you in an odd sort of way. Not bad, but different. Honestly, I didn’t expect such a nice home based on what I know of Kiri’s.”

She studies the modern-looking living room that is open to the kitchen, the stainless-steel kitchen appliances, stark white cabinets, and black granite countertops. It’s simplistic and almost futuristic compared to her more rustic apartment. Somehow, it fits Tamaki perfectly.

“Houses aren’t always affordable. This…” Tamaki glances around the space. “This is what I could find at the time.”

Yuki nods and slowly makes her way over to him. “I like it, Tama. That view is wonderful. I’m happy you have such a nice place to live.”

A subtle pink blooms across his face as he pours hot water over tea leaves. “Thank you…”

“Thank you for letting me come over.”

“I’ve… I’ve wanted to invite you here for a-a long time…”

“Why didn’t you? I would have said yes.”

Tamaki hands her a cup of tea. “I didn’t know if you… if you liked me enough as a friend… and then you started seeing Tanaka…” He notes the way her eyes drop to her hands around the warm teacup. “But I always wanted to.”

“Well, I’m happy I’m here now,” Yuki smiles, her eyes not quite lighting up the way they used to.

“You know,” Tamaki starts, noting how the room doesn’t light up with her smile, “I haven’t seen you glow in a… in a while.”

Her eyes go downward again. “Oh… I’m sorry. It’s just… It’s hard to when I don’t… I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

His indigo eyes soften as he takes a sip of his tea. “I’m sorry for bringing it up… I-I-I should’ve known–“

“It’s okay, Tamaki. I’ll get better one day.”

The Pro Hero sets his cup down. “Do you want to see the rest of the, um, the apartment?”

That brings a little light back onto Yuki’s features. “Oh, yes! I would like that, Tama.”

“Come with me,” he says, holding out his hand that barely trembles with nerves. Yuki takes it and slides her fingers between his.

Tamaki shows her the bathroom in the hall that is about the same size as hers with a bathtub. He also shows her the guest bedroom that overlooks a different part of the city, with a small closet and dresser. When he guides her into the master bedroom, her eyes widen and lips part.

“This is huge! It’s almost the size of my entire apartment!” Her hand slips out of his and she wanders around the room.

One wall is mostly windows that have shades drawn over them. She presumes it has another gorgeous view of the city. A huge king-sized bed sits angled in one corner with a floor lamp behind the headboard. On each side are small tables, one holding an alarm clock.

Yuki walks through a door beside the open bathroom and groans about how huge the closet is; something about how many cute dresses and shoes she could have if her closet was as large. Her fingers do trace along the sleeve of one of Tamaki’s hero costumes from high school, a gentle smile on her lips. I remember this one.

The master bathroom is just as impressive with a separate shower and jacuzzi tub. The toilet also has its own little room with a door for extra privacy. Two sinks sit nestled beside that door.

Yuki can’t help standing on her toes to press a quick kiss on Tamaki’s cheek as she walks by to plop across the full-sized couch across from the entertainment system in the bedroom. “Your apartment is so cool, Tama. I don’t think I want to leave.”

The man sputters over the sentence he tries to say, making her giggle a little and curl up on the couch so she can see his blushing face.

“You can… Y-You can stay here whenever you want, Yuki,” Tamaki finally gets out.

“I appreciate that, Tama.” Yuki nibbles on her bottom lip and averts her gaze from him. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“I would like that… Only if you want to, of course.”

She nods and snuggles more into the couch. “Yeah, I do.”

“Will the shop be okay if you’re late?”

“Yeah. Nejire has a key to get in. I’ll let her know I’ll be there in the afternoon. She’s been so helpful to me when she’s not doing hero work.”

Tamaki sits down next to Yuki’s head. “She’s a good friend.”

Again, Yuki nods. “I’m glad I met her and Mirio…” The florist sits up only to curl up against Tamaki and rest her head on his chest. “And I’m glad I met you.” I’m so needy… Ugh… She hears his heartbeat speed up.

He opens his palm in his lap and Yuki watches a sakura blossom in front of her. Reaching around her, Tamaki’s shaky fingers pluck it from his hand and tuck the stem behind her ear. His fingers linger for a second at the top of her ear before pulling away.

“Thank you.” Her voice is small, and she can feel her Quirk activate for the first time in a few days. “When did you eat sakura?”

“The tea.”

She gingerly touches the petals without disturbing its place in her hair. “I love your Quirk. It’s one of my favorites.”

He releases a shaky breath, trying to chuckle to ease his nerves. “Th-There are better Quirks out there.”

“That’s a matter of opinion, and my opinion is in favor of yours.” Yuki tilts her head back to look at her extremely red boyfriend. “I’ve always thought Manifest was such a cool Quirk. Yaoyorozu’s Quirk reminds me of yours a little and I also think hers is just as incredible. Creating things out of seemingly nothing is cool.”

“Well, I… I like your Quirk more.”

“Eh, I’m a walking glow stick for the most part, but thank you, Tamaki. I’m glad you like my Quirk.”

Thunder rumbles after a few flashes of lightning. The rain makes soft music against the glass of the windows, soothing the couple. It drowns out most of the dark thoughts that try to push to the front of Yuki’s mind.

“I think I’ll have to go to the trial…” she whispers, tucking her arms to her chest.

“I’ll be there with you. I promise.”

“I know… and I’m glad you’ll be there. But… I’m scared. I don’t want to see him again.”

Tamaki wraps both arms fully around her and hugs her close, pressing his face into her hair. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault. None of us knew he was there. We… We didn’t know he’d take advantage of that explosion…”

“I… I heard it was a gas leak, and a cook tried to light the stove… Th-They found his body in the kitchen.”

“That’s horrible…” Yuki stretches one of her arms across Tamaki’s abdomen and holds him tightly. “At least he can be laid to rest properly.” She feels him nod. “They don’t suspect foul play because he was alone?”

“No. There was no evidence of anything being tampered with.”

“Wow…”

Once more, the storm takes over the apartment. Yuki closes her eyes to listen to it and Tamaki’s heartbeat that finally settles.

“I should let everyone know we made it home safe,” Tamaki says, carefully digging his phone out of his back pocket to keep from disturbing Yuki too much.

Home… I like that. Yuki smiles and leans her head back to watch his eyes scan his phone as he types. She notes his cheeks and ears turning pink from her gaze. Cutie. “I like how shy you are, Tama.” She pokes his cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

His phone tumbles out of his hands and onto his lap. “I-I-I am?” Tamaki picks his phone back up and rushes to finish his texts, ignoring the typos.

“Yeah. Has no one told you that?”

“N-No.”

“Well… it’s cute. You’re cute.” Yuki says. “I’m sorry if I’m too… mushy.”

With his phone set aside, Tamaki tugs on the end of his bangs as if they’ll hide his face. “I… I like that you’re… that way.”

“You do? Okay… then I won’t stop.”

The Pro Hero chews on his bottom lip to hide his little smile, but it doesn’t work when Yuki reaches up to push his bangs away from his face and takes his hand in hers.

An enormous yawn suddenly comes from her, making her blush instead.

“You should rest.”

She nods. “I… I don’t have clothes to sleep in. Can I borrow something of yours?”

To spare himself from making any noise, Tamaki nods. He takes a second to speak without a crack in his voice. “You can wear anything… of-of mine in the closet.”

“Okay. Thank you.” And with a quick peck on his cheek, Yuki climbs out of his comfortable embrace and disappears into his closet.

He’s grateful when Yuki walks out several minutes later in a pair of his shorts and a hoodie. He still blushes while inwardly swooning over how adorable she looks in his clothes. Tamaki is so enamored by her that he doesn’t hear her ask if he’s going to change until the third time she says something.

Yuki giggles. “What?”

Tamaki covers his face with one hand. “I… I like you in… in m-my clothes…”

“Oh! Thank you, Tama. I enjoy wearing them.” She pulls the hood over her head and hugs the extra fabric of the hoodie to herself. “You're so much taller than me, so I feel safe and warm in your clothes. I could wear this like a dress if I wanted to.”

Tamaki pushes that mental image away. “You can… You can use anything of mine that you want.”

“Okay. Thank you. Now, go change, okay? I’m sleepy and I… I don’t want to fall asleep if you’re not… next to me.”

“O-O-Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Yuki nods and watches him rush into the closet and shut the door. With a smile, Yuki makes her way to his bed and crawls onto it. She can smell his scent all over the covers. Yuki quickly tucks herself into his bed and snuggles one of his pillows close, his scent easing her mind for sleep.

By the time Tamaki comes out in his pajamas, Yuki’s already nodding off. Quietly, the hero turns out the lights and joins her on his bed. The moment he settles under the comforter, Yuki ditches the pillow, turning and snuggling into Tamaki’s chest. He almost speaks to Yuki until he hears the soft snores from her.

Tamaki brushes her hair back with a small smile. “Sleep well, Yuki.”

She hums at the sound of his voice and sighs.

The last sounds Tamaki hears are Yuki’s breathing, the song of rain, and the fading thunder from the storm.

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[argeiger]

Stories That Give Us Courage

I have a secret to tell you.

Are you ready for it?

Okay, here it is.

I am afraid almost all the time.

Whew. Glad I got that off my chest.

But really and truly, as honest as honest can be . . . I am afraid almost all of the time.

I am also a Christian. I love Jesus and I am afraid and those two things are not supposed to exist in the same space.

At least, we’re not supposed to admit they exist in the same space.

He holds those in perfect peace who trust in him, right?

But I am afraid. I am not afraid of what will happen to me when I die, or that I’ll never experience love, or anything existential.

My fears are ordinary. Speaking in public. Meeting other humans. Embarrassing someone else or myself. Hurting someone’s feelings. Making mistakes that I can’t fix.

Job interviews.

Always, always job interviews.

Ordinary things.

When I was a preteen, sleepovers were out of the question. I would work myself up until I puked. Learning to drive was a nightmare. So was ordering a sandwich in Subway. And, as much as I have learned to cope with it, it has lasted into my adulthood. The birth of my first child was accompanied by a rush—not of love like all the mommy blogs talk about—but of pure, unadulterated terror that this little being was somehow going to die and that it was going to crush my entire life irretrievably and I would never be okay again.

That, by the way, is called severe postpartum anxiety and depression, and I finally—nearly a year and a half later—am on the proper medication to deal with it.

Thank God.

Also, I think you should know that I managed to keep my son alive, and we are currently tossing a tennis ball back and forth while I write this.

You should also know that I, who was afraid of sleepovers, traveled alone to Scotland and lived there for three months when I was nineteen, then to flew to Cambodia for another two. There is nothing in the world I love more than a good road trip, and I have done multiple cross-state roadtrips completely alone. And LOVED them.

I still hate Subway, but that’s mostly about their soggy bread.

Blech.

My point is that I have been afraid and continue to be afraid—and I have found courage, and I continue to find courage.

And a great, great deal of that courage comes from stories.

I am a voracious reader, and I have been since I was three years old and first learned to read. I devour books fiercely, and never more than when life feels too much to face. I have heard so many people scoff at fiction and call it escapism, but to me, it has never been about escaping my life.

Stories, above all, have given me the courage to live.

A passage from the Tale of Despereaux gave me the courage to walk into the biggest job interview of my life.

Samwise Gamgee helped me to walk through some of the hardest, most plodding years of my career.

Walter Mitty inspired me to seek a life outside of the ordinary.

Bernadette Fox gave me the pluck I needed to start again when I failed.

I believe, at the core of who I am, that stories are the way that God has designed us, as humans, to share courage. That when the night is dark and the world is heavy and so, so much of what is cruel is bearing down on us, we are meant to draw together and tell stories about people who were strong and weak and afraid and courageous and who made so, so many mistakes, and who were inherently human in way that gave us the courage to be human as well.

So that is my invitation to you. I am taking a year to look at and celebrate the stories that have given me the courage to live. I’ll be posting about them once a week, and a bit in-between, but I don’t want to do it alone. If you have stories that have given you courage, please share them. Tell me what they are, tell me why.

Gather with me, here, while the world is heavy. And let’s talk about the stories that give us courage.

#old books #new books #long reads #fantasy books #bookworm #booktok #read #bookstagram #book blog #book quotes #courage #mental health #mental health support #reading #books and reading #readers

[ruined-mood]

what grief feels like

i've been lucky enough to not have to grieve the death of a loved one until now. i've supported grieving loved ones, but up until last year, i've never had to go through it myself.

the feeling of "i should be over this by now" is really difficult to ignore. i've been around friends who have lost parents or best friends and can hold themselves together fine. and here i am, having lost my dog and still in pieces.

the 12 years with her simultaneously feel like a blur but also feels like my whole life. i guess because it's been difficult for me to feel like i'm really living without her here with me. i feel like i'm in "just keep swimming" mode, lubricating the day with weed and distractions. i've been meaning to gather my thoughts and write them down since she passed last june, but most of the time it's too painful to do this. i'll probably take days to finish this post, but that's okay. *** it's definitely days later, maybe even a week later now. her birthday was this past weekend. our birthdays are one week apart, and it used to be a fun week where i would celebrate her birthday because i've never really liked to have attention on myself. this week last year, i happened to have a vet appointment for her and they discovered her cancer and told me it'd be appropriate to put her down. i couldn't even consider it, so that same day i rushed her to the ER and they removed several tumors and half her liver. i began to think about how life without her is going to be my reality soon, but i tried to muster all my mental and emotional strength and focus on being cautiously optimistic.

i stopped caring about everything since that day. my new job suddenly didn't matter to me, at all. nobody mattered to me - every bit of my energy went towards trying to maximize quality time with her. i constantly questioned myself - am i doing the right thing? am i being selfish? we did small dosages of chemo every 2 weeks. i was desperately trying to buy time with her. every time i dropped her off, i sobbed the entire way home - one of the only times i didn't have to worry about her seeing me cry. every time i picked her up and looked at her in the rear view mirror, i wondered if this was the last time. she died shortly after her 5th and final round of chemo.

i miss her so much. i miss hugging her. i miss her smells. i miss the sounds of her purring. i miss her sweet face. i miss her heavy head on my lap.

when will i stop hating living without her

#rlqtpi #grief

[pennywaltzy]

To Fight For The One You Love (9/10)

And here we are, with one chapter left and a very important confession made at the end of this chapter. What does it mean for Khan and Molly?

To Fight For The One You Love - Something is peculiar about his flatmate, Molly Hooper. In a new world where nearly everyone has a superhuman ability of some sort, Molly seems...different. And she arrives home early in the morning all beat up to Hell. What is she doing? Khan is determined to find out.

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The police were still at their home when Molly burst in, looking for him. “Thank goodness you’re okay,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist when she got to him.

“They were nothing,” he said, embracing her back. He would tell her about Dr. Trasker later; for right now, he had police to deal with and he didn’t want her asking a million questions or going into a rant. The detective he was dealing with wanted to post an officer outside and he agreed, and he also asked for one to be posted at the clinic. Molly gave him a questioning look but agreed in the end. Once the police and the intruders were gone, John got a bottle of wine from the wine cooler and opened it for them. “The intruders were here on behalf of your old friend Dr. Trasker,” he said, handing her a glass.

“The bastard,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “What does he want with me? Was he behind the break-in at my flat?”

“We can assume so,” he said, pouring some wine into her glass, then his own. He set the bottle down and took a sip from his glass, lifting it to his lips slowly. He wanted to rein in the irrational anger he still felt at the intruders, that they would go after her when they were finished with him. She could survive, but he would have lost her in the process, and he did not want that. Whatever it was he felt for her now it was a strong emotion, and he had to be careful not to let it gain control. He needed to be alert to keep her safe.

“He had the oddest theories. He wanted to explore deep in the tombs, and he hired me to deal with the ghosts. But I always gathered there was more to it than that.”

“How long have you been dealing with ghosts?”

“I did that when my parents died at sixteen to support myself, and then I continued to get through school to get my Phd.” She had some of her wine. “I haven’t heard from him in twenty years. Why does he want me now?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. I have a friend in Cadence looking into you and him.”

“I had to leave when I stopped aging,” she said. “Your friend is going to put two and two together if he’s smart enough.”

“I trust Sam to keep your secret safe,” he said. “And here in New London, strangeness is more accepted. No one will blink an eye at longevity. They’ll just brush it off as a quirk of the planet.”

“That’s good.” She reached out to him and he looped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She wormed her arm around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “I was so worried when I heard what had happened here. I thought for sure you’d at least been injured.”

“It would take more than two intruders with a mag gun and a switchblade to take me down,” he said, setting his wine glass down and embracing her fully. She wrapped both arms around his waist and they stayed still like that for some time. Finally, reluctantly, he let her go and he picked up his wine glass again. “Please don’t go in the tombs without your crew.”

“I’m not going out there for a while, not until it’s safe. Joaquim will understand.”

And if he doesn’t, I’ll make him, John thought to himself as he nodded. “I’m sure he will.”

“You be safe, too. I mean, I know you can live through a lot but...I don’t want to lose you. Not now, not when I think I love you.”

He felt his heart soar at her word, and his wine glass was set down and he was cradling her face with both hands, running his thumbs in circles under her chin. “I think I love you as well, Molly.”

“Good,” she said with a smile before reaching up and pulling him into a searing kiss. It wasn’t long until he began leading them both to the bedroom, the wine forgotten. This was vastly more important.

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